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The Moon and the Stars Part 6/?

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Summary: Layla, Steven, and you go looking for the Tomb of Ammit, yet you realize it is so much more than that. It’s something you read about as a child that fascinated you. You learn more about Layla, and you both reach an understanding, on the whole Marc and Steven situation. You argue with Marc, and reflect back onto your life.

Steven Grant x AFAB!Reader, Furture Marc Spector X AFAB!Reader and Jake Lockley X AFAB!reader

A/N and warning: I gave the reader a gun. She does not use it, but there are references to her learning how to use one. It’s nothing Major, but I thought it should be noted that she has one. There are references to blood and other bodily harm and dis figuration (AKA Alexander the great’s body), also Major Character death(Don't worry resurrection is a thing)

Word count 8024

When you awoke, your face was halfway into the sands of the dunes. Your mouth is filled with it, it makes your mouth as dry as the dessert was in mid day. Your body was spread across the sand in a starfish position. Your whole body was sore, as if rubble of stones were upon each inch of your body.

“Did I get run over by a car?” You mutter out, as a hand goes to your rib cage. A pain shot through the side, but there was no visible wound.

As you bring your head up to survey the scene… you see a flaming pickup truck.

“What the actual-“

“__, luv you’re okay!!” You hear below, as Steven waves his arms, catching your attention. (The almost billowing sleeves of that coat also helped)

“I feel like I got run over by something,” you call back as you get onto your feet(your legs felt a lot worse than moments after you and Steven had sex).

“Come one, we got to go.” Layla said, as she marched up to you, patting your shoulder.

“How-?” You start as you pointed to the truck fire.

“Not now, we need to get to the tomb” Steven hurdles you into the front passenger seat of the jeep, and then slides into the seat behind you and Layla.

As Layla drove, Steven slept in the back seat, you tumbled through a map of Egypt and the roads, trying to figure out where the location was on the map. Just in case technology would fail you.

“__… are you in love with marc?” Layla said after an hour of silence and instantly, you slap the map close.

“Well.. um” you start, This is awkward…. No, not Marc. I mean I like him but not really in that way. He can be a dick and I really don’t like that part of him.” YOur voices flow like an uneasy river. Peaking and then lowering in the matter of seconds so uneven.

“So, you’re in love with Steven?” Layla said, giving you a side eye before staring back into the infinite horizon of the desert in the night.

“Yes” You say softly, barely above a whisper, a squeak, as you sink further into the seat of the keep.

“Each time I think I know Marc, there's another secret revealed.” Layla grimaces, and you watch as her grip tightens onto the wheel. Her knuckles are turning white.

“It’s the same with Steven, hell he doesn’t even know some of the stuff.” You think back to your time working at the museum. All the times he came in late. Bags under his eyes worse than the day before, his button up shirts always one higher than the other. He always looked worse, as if he never slept. You found it cute in a weird way.

“When this whole adventure is over… will you stay by his side?” That’s when the hammer met the nail. You feel your mouth become dry and you physically cringe. Looking down at your scared arm, you thought for a second.

“I… I don’t know. I love Steven, I am in love with him, I will admit that. He’s the first guy who has generally liked me. But Marc… you guys are married. It feels so wrong, but each time steven comes back, I feel like a stupid lovesick girl all over again. I think back to all the times we swapped books, info dumped egypt to ancient greece. I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin your marriage, I can leave if that's what you want. After all of this I… you’ll never have to see me again.” You come to the conclusion. It would be for the best you could deal with not being with Steven, as you never really had been with anyone before. You were most of the time on your own, you could continue living that way.

“Thank you for the honesty, it’s a new pattern in all of this” She sighs, then “You don;t have to leave. Steven… he’s really fond of you. Honestly, I think you’re kind of cool. You remind me of my dad a bit.”

“Why? If you don’t mind me asking?’

“Book worms that want adventure. When Steven made the star map, you pulled out that astronomy ring, Trying to figure out where it would be in the night sky. You had just that ring and sheer will to try and figure it out before using divine intervention. That’s a lot of nerve. You are somehow connected to Greek culture, whatever that’ll mean in the end. You also ramble a lot. You seem like the archeology type.”

“Want to know something funny? My mom's water broke after seeing that mummy spin off movie… scorpion king? I don’t know but she always would go on a rant saying I was her Evie.” You start, a smile now crossing your face. You look back fondly, thinking of the baby photos your parents had taken. One year your dad as Indiana Jones and you in a gold onesie supposedly as the gold statue. Few years later, you matched your dad with a brown leather jacket, iconic hat, and a jump rope cut to look like a whip. All thanks to your mom’s sewing skills.

“What made her try to join harrow?” Layla asked, and you shift in the seat, looking at the map, no eyes on the roads.

“At first they got in contact somehow, I don’t know the logistics, but it was over what it’s like to be an avatar. Then I just think it was concerned over what I could be, what my life would be like. An avatar of Khonshu is … a different experience as we’ve seen.

“I was 16 when we first met, four years after Athena saved me… from an accident I caused. He started asking me all these questions on Athena. What her intentions were, if she was asking me to be the aegis. He… he sorta became a guardian to me, helping me forgive out what colleges I wanted to go into. Best places to apply for summer jobs. Fuck, he even took me on a hike into the woods… I wonder if he planned to kill me.., that’s creepy right? Then we all know because of true crime podcasts, cult leaders are charming and manipulative. So my mom must’ve asked him to weigh her heart… My family didn’t know about that. Next thing I know I’m over her body and Harrow is walking away,telling her that she was unworthy. I never did get to tell her I got into my first choice for college.”

“I’m sorry... My dad was killed on a dig. I understand the loss of a parent.”

“So, dead parents club?” You ask, patting a hand onto her shoulder, as she takes hand off the wheel and interlocks her fingers with yours.

“Dead parents club” she shakes your hand a bit, before giving it a squeeze and going back to the road. “Get some sleep.”

“Only if you do in a couple hours.” You chuckle, as you recline your seat, and cul up.

You stare at Steven's limp body as his chest slowly rises and falls with each breath. He had a small smile on his face, and you could not stop comparing him to the statue of sleeping Eros. Smiling a little, you let sleep take you.

Sleep tended to be nothing but a dark abyss, but sometimes you dreamt. This time you did dream. Steven in the white suit, shifting to MArc in the mummified

When you awoke, Steven was slightly shaking your shoulder.

“C’mon luv, we’ve hit the end of the road.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s a huge Rock blocking the way to the tomb,” Layla sticks her head behind Steven as you rub your eyes. “Time to walk” she hands over a bag, which you take and slip some stuff into it, as you seng your legs to the side of the seat and plan to jump out.

Steven, though, extends a hand, which you take, and he helps guide you down the one foot drop.

“Uh thanks,” you say, still holding his hand.

“Don’t want you to twist an ankle Luv” he smiles before pecking your cheek.

“yeah” YOu cough and clear your throat; “Uh, how long should it be from here?”

“A mile or two” Layla said, handing a granola bar over, “Sorry we don’t have a lot of rations for this. Might be able to take some from the cult.”and she began to walk toward the mountain, as you notice a pathway. It wasn’t big enough for the jeep, but people could definitely walk through it.

“Ya think a motorbike to go through that?” You ask Steven, who lets out a soft chuckle.

“Maybe, but I don’t know if a bike could do much in the desert.”

“Eh, maybe if it's a dirt bike?” And you both march through the crack in the mountain.. Cliff thing.

After a good 30 minutes of walking, seeing a weird mountain goa stare down at you, your tio reached a cliff. Overlooking two rock formations that sat above the sand. To you, they looked like two crocodiles floating on water.

“If.. this is ot it, that is some weird ass geological structure.” you mutter. “Perfect place to make a tomb for an croc goddess.”

“Isn;t Harrow’s cane like two crocodiles?” Layla asked, and you nodded.

‘The cane’s like a binding rope. A weapon given by the gods. Think Mjolnir that THor wilds, like how captain america wielded it. Or excalibur.. Or that spear that stabbed Jesus on the cross. Oh maybe even that spear Loki used… no wait, it was an infinity stone apparently.” YOu explained, as you two walked down a tight pathway.

“YOu seem to know alot about this,” Layala stated.

“Athena explained a lot of stuff for me growing up, just in case anything came after me. Plus… I always wondered if THor was a god or an alien. He’s kinda both.”

“Wait, so what about that giant thing that was coming out of the ground?” From a few weeks ago?” Layla asked.

“Oh, that was a celestial. Earth was an egg. Athena had an alien counterpart named Then. They were friends, I never got the chance to meet her.”

“I’m sorry the earth is an egg?’ Steven asked, his face full of shock.

“apparently.” And then your trio reached the camp site.

“Hello” Steven said to a camel that started at you three.

Please don’t spit please don’t spit and then a camel spit at your feet.

“Ass” you muttered.

“Come one, we got to find some supplies. Be careful” Layal warned, and you all split up.

Swiping away at a canvas entrance, you stepped inside the temporary structure. YOu quickly scared the area. There were tables and some chairs. Two of them lying down on the ground as you walked forward. Picking them up and making them stand right up, you noticed a flashlight on a table. You picked it up and slipped it into the backpack layal gave to you.

Then you saw the gun.

You hold the pistol like this Your dad said, standing behind you, “Get into that boxing position, arched shoulders, yeah just like that

This feels really stiff

I know sunshine, but you're nervous. Just prepare yourself before you fire.

BANG BANG

Yeah, that’s how you do it YOur father yelled, kissed you on the temple as you were fired on the target, got an off center head shot, and the second one in the center of the neck. You just need more practice for accuracy.

“Fuck it.” YOu muttered, reaching for the gun, seeing some round next to it.Slipping the rounds into the water bottle pouch, you cli[ the gun in its holster to your pants and continue searching.

I have no idea if I can summon any weapons, besides, a gun is a gun.

“Luv, have you found anything?” Steven asks, and he sticks his head in.

“A gun, honey” YOu say as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I’m sorry what?”

“A pistol.” You motion to your hip as you look for a water jug.

“... and why did you grab it?”

“Cuz I know how to use it.”

“Does this have something to do with your father?”

“Kinda, he made sure all my brothers and I knew how to fire a gun when growing up. I don’t like them, but right now it’s best if I have one. I have no clue if I can summon weapons right now.”

“Have you tried?” He asks, and you glance back at him. YOur fingers now tracing over a metal gourd, and the leather straps that held it. SHaking it near your ear, you heard the sloshing of a liquid. Popping the opening up, you sniffed, and realized it was watter.

“No, but I probably should. DOn’t worry, I got safety on.” YOu pecked his cheek and head out.

“Luv… are you okay?” He asks, grasping your wrist of the scared arm

‘Steven, I’m not sure for the moment, but I do know this. It’s either going to be HArrow or us who wind up dead. I’m trying my best to make sure it’s not us.

“So you plan to kill HArrow? Shoot him or stab him?”

“Yes,” You say through gritted teeth, and you pull out of Steven's grasp, trudding out of the tent. Feeling as if you were atlas trapped holding up the sky, because your whole body felt as if a new weight had been placed upon your shoulders.

A few minutes later, you reunited at the mouth of the tomb… okay so more like the drop to the tomb, as Layal helped fasten a harness onto you.

“A gun?” She noted on your hip.

“Found it laying around, might as well take it.”

“You a good shot?”

“Kinda. My brothers were better, but dad wanted us all to know how to shoot guns. You know, in case all the craziness of the avengers failed and earth got invaded by aliens.”

“Huh,so he was a prepper?”

“Nah, just wanted us to be able to defend ourselves.” And with that Layla had fastened the harens on you.

“You can belay down, Steven’s last tone.” YOu nods.

“See you on the other side,” You wink at the two of them, before you take a few steps to the entrance. .

The very last thing you hear before you take the last step was Steven.

“Layla, I need to tell you something about Marc. He thinks that Khonshu wants you as his avatar after hi,.-”

You didn’t hear the rest, but if you had not taken that left step, you might have.

“Calm yourself self__, Steven is just being honest. It’s who he is.”

As your feet touched the ground, you started up at the two sphinxes.

Holy shit, holy shit, please don’t come alive. Holy shit, how old are these sphinxes? They’re beautiful

A minute later, Layla belated down, and you had not stopped staring up at the two statues.

“Just so you know, Steven just gave me the weirdest shoulder pat.” She chuckled while walking to the paw of a statue.

“I think he’s just nervous that two amazing women are with him” You giggle, and watch as she draws a symbol into the sand. “What’s that?”

“My father was an archeologist, like I told you. I Used to go on dogs with him” Layala says, drawing a symbol into the sand. Staring up at the sphinx you couldn't help but smile

“That’s amazing” you reply to her.

A second later, you both watch Steven fall through the sky hole, and tumbles onto the ground.

“Bollocks.” He mutters.

“Are you good? You asked at the same time Layla shouted.

“What the hell.”

Steven got up, and pats of all the sand that dusted up when he hit the ground.

“I’m good, I'm good. Uh, just tripped on a rock when I started to uh belay. Yeah Hey are those sphinxes?” his eyes went wide at the statues

“Yeah, they’re gorgeous aren’t they? Standing guard for centuries” Layla asked.

“I thought they would come to life and ask riddles” You chuckle

“Yes! So if they just sprung to life right now and asked me a riddle for entrance, I'd shit myself, I’d be thrilled, but I would shit myself ” Steven’s smile widens to the one you loved so much. The one where he has so much joy, it’s as if the sun radiates from him, the childlike joy and passion. “What’s this? Did you do that?”

“Uh yeah. It’s for my father. He would've loved to be here.”

“History buff is he? Like __ here?”

“So much worse. Archaeologist on a mission.”

“That bad huh?” Steven asks, pulling out a flashlight. There was this clicking noise that bounced off the

“A dream worth dying for an dhe did.

“OH I'm so sorry.”

“It happens”

You press on forward, not wanting to interfere with Steven and Layla’s heart to heart. IT also was hurting you, at how close they were getting.

I mean technically she’s his wife. But… this still hurts.

You came to the end of the pathway, as it split up into 6 paths.

“Uh guys, there’s a problem” You called back to them

Layla’s flashlight passes over you, and then to the passages. Her face was tightening with confusion, then softening in awe.

“The resources needed to make this…” She muttered

Your eyes scanned over each doorway, and the endless darkness that seemed to be contained in each, your mind running a million miles an hour just trying to figure out a solution. 6 doors, 6 paths… 6 senses? No… maybe? But wait….

“It’s a maze.” You realized and then muttered; “I swear if there’s a Minotaur.”

“No it’s a-maze-ing” Steven joked after your first comment.

“Okay, so 6 pathways… that has to mean something.” You as the three of you crowd around a slab of rock. Glancing at the man you fell for, you see the cogs going.

“It’s a tomb so…” Steven took his finger and started drawing a symbol into the sand on the rock lab. Until he drew an eye… the Eye of Horus.

“The Eye of Horus?” Layla questioned, confusion on her face at first until, “Of course, a symbol from the book of the dead, and the royal crest.”

“So… this tomb belongs to a pharaoh. Okay, that does not narrow down who this is.” Remakring, you try to think of a list of lost pharaoh tombs that had been lost to history… and then stop. You would be here all day speculating who it was, or you could investigate. “It doesn’t matter who it is… well it sorta does, but not really- right now, how do we find the ushabti? Those little statue things?” You ask, shaking your head as if you were a wet dog, to focus on the task at hand.

“Right, so the eye of Horus represents also the six senses. The eyebrow, thought-” Staring Steven as he continued to explain the eye of Horus, you couldn’t help but make your heart swell. Each time that he explains something of Egyptology you feel yourself falling in love again. It reminded you of the looks he gave you at the museum. AS you explain the different artifacts you had dealt with throughout the day

There was a vase with Orpheus’s head on it, it could have belonged to the cult of dionysus. I even read Dionysus in greek. Like this stuff is so cool!

You’re bloody brilliant love.

“You’re brilliant Steven” Soft as a feather, your voice fluttered from your lips.

“Uh yeah, thanks, it- thank you-__” HE coughed, as if to clear his thoughts. “Okay so the swirl represents the thought-”

“And avatar’s are the voice of the gods,” Layla said, staring right at you, but that was not the only pair of eyes you felt on you. and you suddenly want your armor back, and maybe a sword.

You turned your head towards a forest glaring down it, your hand sweeping the air, and its beautiful and magnificent shine of gold materialized, and in your hand was a sword.

“___, come on it's this way,” Steven patted a shoulder, and as both turned his eyes Locked onto the sword. “So you can summon a weapon”

“I don’t know how, but I feel like we’re being watched” you whispered as Steven guides you through a path and Layla leads. You were trapped in the middle of them, but the sword illuminated a gold glow, giving you all a way to see through the darkness without a flashlight.

The three of you all came to a stop when you reached a room. An Open Sarcophagus lined one wall, holding bodies inside. and the one across from it had a loss made of sticks and another slap in the middle. The slab table was surrounded by jars with ceramic animal heads, and your stomach dropped.

The golden sword you held emulated the ground and you noticed there was something dripping down the side of the jars… a crimson red.

“Please tell me this is not the room mummies are made in… and that for a fact i know those are organ jars… why are they dropping fresh blood?” YOu moaned out. Your shoulders slump and you lower the sword after both of your party members stop to either side of you.

“Yeah that’s fresh blood,” Layla noted, and then turned the sarcophagus against the wall. "Heka priests. Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would've been entombed here to protect the pharaoh."

“The heck is a Heka?” Steven asked.

"Sorcerers of their time. They've been down here for centuries."

“That- that makes a lot of sense. You burn the priest or anyone who had anything to do with the creation of the tomb, then no one knows where the tomb is. Oh go” You stomach grows uneasy as you look at the mummified bodies. All you could think of is beef jerky, and not the good kind. “Okay, I'm going up that ladder. I don’t care how old it is, I am not looking at mummies.”

“Yeah good idea, there might be a different way to get to the main area.” Steven says, as you watch him point a flashlight down at the doorway. “There's a blood trail here.”

“You two really don’t like blood.” Layla peered up at you.

“I have seen enough horror movies. I like them. But no way in Tartarus am I going to end up in one. I’ve seen their mummy, it’s a comfort movie. Yet, I don't want to fight one or it’s undead servants.” As you ramble, you march up the ladder onto the loft and lift your sword higher to get a look at your surroundings.

“Steven,these are Drachma from the 3rd century BCE” You assessed, staring down at an oyster shell that held gold drachma.

The dead would be buried with coins in their mouth for passage across the river styx. Gold was often used for the gods… Pharaohs were seen as gods though. But why this fusion of cultures?

“What? No, that can’t be right” Steven says, as he takes a step onto the lift, and walks to your side flashing a light down on it.

“This is greek stuff, why is this here?” You motion to the amount of wrappings of cloth that hung from the ceiling and different loans that reminded clothing lines,

“I.. I’m not sure luv” he said softly. Your stomach twisted. Layla wouldn’t be able to hear him at this volume,

Steven leans over to you slightly, and then he swipes a thumb over your cheek.

“Cobweb” He simply says and turns away. Steven steps lightly around the rest of the lotf. He made some comet of finding another doorway, another path. Yet you were still trapped in your head, spiraling thoughts all because of one comment.

Then that clicking noise returned, followed by gunshots down the path way the original door. The scream of a man, shattering the once stiff air with a shudder.

“Layla, get up here!” You whispered shouted down, only to see from the entrance, shadow getting larger and larger. Whatever it is, it’s getting closer.

Layal seemed to notice as well, as she hid behind the stone table, and covered her mouth with a hand.

You duck and hide behind a table for coverage. You tighten the grip onto the sword hand, as the tip dips slightly into the ancient and decaying wood of the loft… the wood holding you and Steven afloat.

Then the thing came onto the room, dragging a man behind it. The man that had corner you into the alley way.

So the cult is down here… I mean we saw the camp.

As the monster tossed the Scottish man onto the stone slab, it went for a scalpel looking tool. A tool used for mummification

Heka priests… they’re doctors, I remember reading that… they help with mummification

The monster… the eka priest, let out a noise that bounced off the walls. A clicking noise that sounded an awful lot like the chitterlings of bugs, of scarabs. Then he brought the knife down upon the man, who seized up for a moment, letting a stifled scream out, you cringe in on yourself, until he fell flat, laying like a rag doll onto the stone slab. Then the Heka priest got to work.

Bringing the scalpel down and you had to look away. Hearing it cut through the flesh, the sloshing of the organs. As then there was a thud, lifting your eyes, you see as the blue figure stands onto the slab, and stares right towards the loft.

Steven flinches backwards, he was already crouching, but now he was on his feet, staring at the decaying wooden floor of the loft.

Looking back, you see… the Heka priest is not there.

“Shit” Steven whispered, and you turned back to him, only to see a hand grasping onto the wood. And then it moved, and another blue hand appeared. Moving like a sloth and grasping onto the wood, the heka priest began to maneuver itself towards the edge of the loft, only to see its arms appear a second later. One after another, grasping onto the level of the wood, ancient faded gold bracelets cuff the wrists.

You hop onto your feet, standing between Steven and the blue creature. You raise your sword, parallel to your head. IT seems to pulse with the golden light, as if it matches your rapidly beating heart. Your blood flows like a rushing river, as you hear it through your eardrums. Your legs crouch, twisting a foot to the side, defense and ready to strike.

Then you see Layla appear from behind, and throw something… an organ jar, across the room. As it hits the wall and shatters into a million pieces, the Heka priest jumps down, looking around wildly. Letting out a monstrous ear piercing screech.

Steven moves in front of you, throwing up a wooden plank table, as it falls to the ground, it seems to hit the Heka Priest flat onto its back.

You trow your sword down , aiming for the back, but as soon as it hits the side, piercing though the blue skin, the sword dusts into golden glitter.

“I think I squished it” He shrieks.

“I think I stabbed it.”

Yet it gets up, and Layla runs out of the room.

“Go, I‘ll Catch up!” She yells, as the Hekka priest then follows her out in a rush.

“Come on Luv, Come on!” Steven uttered out, taking your wrist, and rushing you both out the doorway you saw earlier.

You both ran and ran for a couple minutes, multiple times both your heads turned around to see if anything was chasing you. Yet when there was nothing, you still ran for your lives.

All while following Steven as he pulled you through a different doorway, but it felt like you were going in a circle.

“Steven, what are we doing? We’re turning at every right passageway. This seems really redundant. Like we are going to get nowhere. ”

“The Eye of Horus he breathed out as both stopped for a breather. “Wooh, listen to me Luv. The eye of horus with the six senses, the tongue, is a spiral. If… if we need to find teh tomb chamber, we need to follow the spiral, which turns itself in on it’s right side. “

“Ergo, turn at every right.”

“Exactly, now I know we have to be close.” He said, placing a hand behind his ear, and you listened quietly.

There was a dripping sound… WATER!!

You both lock eyes, before he extends a hand, and you lock your fingers into his. Bringing it up to his lips, he pecks the back of it, a smile. You both take off running to the source of the water.

At the end of the passageway, at the end of every right hand turn, you come to a doorway.

Stepping through, you both set your eyes upon a glittering golden sarcophagus in the center. With piles of gold leaning up against the wall. Mountain upon mountains of artifacts.

There's writing all around the room, and you realize it’s not Egyptian. Yes there are egyptian hieroglyphs that refer back to the Book of the Dead, but you realized why there was so many Grecian influences on the clues you had followed.

“Luv, can you read this?” Steven motions to the pillars, “That’s not Egyptian, I think that it’s-”

“Macedonian” you finish, your eyes winding as you said it, everything clicking together. “Wait so that means-”

“There was only one Pharaoh who was from Macedonia, oh my days”

“This is the lost tomb of Alexander the Great” You both beam at each other.

“Oh my god, OH MY GOD!” You cheer, feeling your feet start to tap against the stone before you jumped up, hopping from foot to foot. Like a child on Christmas getting the big gift they asked for. “This is amazing. We found it, people have been looking for this for centuries. Hell Ceaser was looking for it, with Cleopatra. There were theories it was the Library of Alexandria, or it was at least in Alexandria. This is close to Cairo.”

“Love Can you read any of this?”

“Yeah, it says son of Zeus… wait… son of the voice of Zeus….. That’s why he, Alexander, always called himself the son of Zeus. His dad was an avatar of Zeus…Holy shit… I kinda forgot that. So that means he knew what an avatar was… therefore-”

“Mr. Great here was an avatar of Amit? The one that betrayed her?”

“Yeah… His tomb must have been lost on purpose. Oh they hid the tomb, so no one would find ammit. No one could become her avatar. Jesus, Steven, we just… we did in the matter of days what people have dedicated their lifetime too. We found the lost tomb,” you couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. This tomb was something so huge and so impactful to your passions. From reading about it in a school library, to now being on the foot of their sarcophagus, 10 year old you would not believe it. Yet it was still a dream you wanted to become true, a fantastical dream now reality.

As you and Steven approach the sarcophagus, he hesitates, staring down into the water.

Must be Marc you realized. You thought if you should say something, but you didn’t interrupt. You just took a few steps forward to the sarcophagus, until you were standing over it. Taking out your phone you took some photos around it, specifically on the inscriptions. You made note of the one that read King Alexander on the foot of the sarcophagus. Tracing your fingers over it, you could not help but to smile.

The images of taking Latin in high school, continuing it into college, at the same time you took ancient Greek. Then you came up with why not? And you had taught yourself ancient Macedonia. You were always inspired by the Cleopatra, how incredibly smart and cunning she was. How she spoke 7 languages fluently.

She is someone to strive to be like Athena had always mused as you read more and more on the last ruler of Egypt.

“Yes I’m in love with her, shut up.” Steven whispered and yelled, but you still heard him. “No I’m not… oh that’s a bit personal innit?”

“It’s Marc, isn’t it?” You ask, as you look at Steven, who turns his attention to you. You see his Adam apple bob, and then he nods.

“Yeah, he’s kinda annoyed at everything,”

“That’s an understatement” You think back to how you woke up to Marc.

Steven walks over to you, reaching out to help you out of your crouched potion. Interlocking each other's hand, he hoists you back onto your feet.

“Luv…when this is all over…I want this, I want us to be together. But at the same time, Layla and Marc are a thing. It’s so complicated right now. I just want you to know, I love you so much. I started falling for you the first time I saw you, the amount of Athenian marbles and when you dropped your keys. How you helped me with the spilled candy”

“Steven, I love you too. I.. I was hesitant with my feelings, because I did not know if I could have a relationship. Athena doesn’t reveal a lot until it’s absolutely needed. I want this as well, and I want it to work, I truly do. But… I don’t want to hurt layla, i don’t want to hurt anyone's feelings in this. I... I don’t want to be the other woman but at the same time I don’t want to ruin a marriage. Layla, she’s smart and tough, and amazing. I’m.. I am not her.”

“___, you’re not Layla, you’re you. That's good, it’s lovely.”Steven Runs a hand up and down your arm. Leaning into the touch made your body relax for a second. , “I promise after all of this craziness we have found ourselves in, We will figure this out. Together.” He kisses your cheek, and you both lean your foreheads against one another.

“Okay” you softly say, and it's barely above a whisper.

“Alight. Time to find the ushabti then? Innit?'' Steven cracks a smile, and turns to the sarcophagus that you too stood at the foot of.

“Okay, so ushabti are often buried with the dead-” You start

“To be servants of the pharaoh in question in the afterlife.'' Steven says, and both of you slowly stare down at the face on the royal coffin. “And it would be someplace hard for looters to get.”

“Tomb raiding… the famed lost tomb of Alexander the Great, and I’m about to raid it. That is what my life has become” You muse, a small smile forming,

“Saving the world though innit, we’re doing this for a reason.” Steven walks over to the long side of it. “Help me push the top”

“On it” you skill over to him, and with a mighty push, you slide it partly off. “Huh, that was lighter than a couple tons.”

“Don’t you have super strength?”

“Not necessarily right now. It’s faded a bit. Like I could probably dead lift you, nothing else.”

“What a sight that would be,” He says dreamily. You Quirked an eyebrow at him.

“You want me to dead lift you?” You ask with a deadpan face.

“Uh… so back to this.” Steven starts, as you two stared down upon the mummified body of the one and only Alexander the great. You shuddered looking at the flaking skin, and the teeth that stayed in the jaw. As if an eternal screaming with no sound coming out for centuries.

“Avatar’s.. We’re the voice of our gods..” You start, hovering pointer finger right over Alexander’s body.,

“And it would be not so obvious cuz looters are a thing”

Like a flash of lightning, you realize where it would be and as you stop your hand right over his throat, you speak: “I'm not touching the mummy. Not sticking my hand down the throat. No fucking way”. Your mind starts listing off different excuses not to, it’s cursed, bacteria, mummy fluid, conservation of the body. Yet you realize, it has to be done.

“One of us has to,” Steven said, lifting your hand out of the sarcophagus. And then he reached into the decayed body of the once great ruler of the then known world. There was a loud audible CRACK and you couldn’t help but flinch and cringe at the noise.bile seemed to shoot up through your throat, but didn't reach your mouth.

“Ew ew ew” you repeat, turning away from the action.

“Sorry Mr. Great, I am so sorry. Sorry to you too, Luv.” Steven apologized to the corpse, until he pulled out something. A small stone statue, the size of a Barbie doll. It definitely had the head of a crocodile, with beautiful dreadlocks.

“That’s nothing like how ammit is normally depicted.” you stare, but still in awe of the statuette. “Do… Do you wonder how the gods did this? Carve it by hand, or magic?” You say, looking up to Steven, only to notice Layla walking in.

YOu smile and you don't fully notice her expression, a cold anger.

“Layla look, we won!” Steven reclined holding the statue in the air.

“Oh Layla, you need to come look at this. This is the tomb of Alexander the Great-“ you start excited but then-

“___, I need you to stop.” She growls. Your vines turn to ice, and you freeze. A scowl across her face as she turned to look at Steven, who stood right behind you. She marched past you and got right up next to Steven “What happened to my father? I’m talking to you.”

Steven let out a sound or confusion, a little whimper, like a kicked dog. You feel yourself ready to take a step to intervene, but stop.

“I’m talking to Marc!” She raised her voice. Your stomach churns in a moment of defaming silence, before you see Steven flinch, and then he grabs Layla’s arm and motions to you.

“We have to go, come down, we have to go.” The world hurried out of Marc's mouth. The British twang gone, replaced with a familiar American accent.

Stevens gone for now

“Marc no”

“We have to go, come on.”

“What happened to my father?”

“Listen to me, we need to leave, right now. I will è lapin everything, but we have to leave. Come one” he waved you over but you were still frozen in your spot from when Layla first came in.

“Did you kill Abdallah El-Faouly?” She asked, and you could hear her voice waver.

“Of course not!”

“But you were there weren’t you?” Layla’s words echo through the chamber, and you watch Marc straighten his posture even more.

“Yes, I was.” He stated simply. Yet, there was an edge to his voice.

“What happened?”

“Yes, We did target the dig, but my partner got greedy. He-” Marc hesitated, and he looked over to you. You stiffened, taking a step back, closer to the sarcophagus, as he continued, “he started killing everyone… I didn’t kill him”

“But you brought a killer straight to him?” Layla continued,

“I tried to get the group away. But it was too late. I’m sorry I meant to tell you the first time-”

“That’s how we meet? Oh my god, we met because of your stupid guilty conscious?” Layla sighed, and there was an uneasy laughter to her, but you could feel the rage and sorrow coming from her.

Only for the moment to be ruined as you heard the echoing of footsteps down the entrance hall. “You need to go, now please” Marc pleaded, pushing Layla away, and then he locked eyes with you, “Yo too__, Go with her. Please, Sunshine, please” Marc pleaded out, as he ran behind you, and grabbed the crook with an ax head, as it had once been grasped by the dead pharaoh. The look in Marc’s eyes, was pure helplessness mixed with terror.

“I’ll hold them off, come on go” He says again, but you shake your head.

“He’s not getting the habit. Think Marc, think! I’ve still got some godly power” You raise your voice higher, raising your hand above your head. Arms spread out wide, trying to show some magnificent power you might still have obtained.

“He’s got the binding rope.” Marc argues, “You’re going to get hurt again, your arm is already scared up. I am trying to protect you, please!”

As you two argued, Layla had already sped to an unseen corner, but you stood frozen in place, staring to the entrance. Your balled fistmakign your knuckles turn white and you watched as the cane came into view, and the man stepped out.

Harrow

“Ah, just you?,” He spoke, taking note of Marc. His men filling in after him. The golden scarab floats above his hand, and then drops back down into his palm “The rest is silence. The first time I woke up, I knew Khonshu was gone. The quiet was so liberating. Hello ___, Athena’s gone isn’t she? Shame, she was a more calm goddess than Khonshu, maybe she could have been reasoned with. I am so sorry that It has come to this. YOu both are free, and with that freedom comes choice ” Harrow said, when he laid his eyes upon you. His voice is so calm and unwavering.”You both have a very important decision to make”

“Okay” Marc grimaced, as a man walked over to him, and MArc’s hand shotos out, grasping the gun away, as he brought down the ax.

FIght time assholes

Two men from his side trudged through the water to you.

Sword or gun, come on pick one

Your hand goes to the pistol at your hip, only for one of the goons to grab hold of your wrist and flip the gun in a quick movement.

You manage to swing an arm, and punch him in the face, he drops the pistol, and you make a grab for it. Expect you were pulled back, thrown against a pillar. Hearing a CRACK and feeling the stone concave when you hit it.

And the second minion pulled out the glowing hot iron like rope. The binding rope.

Your eyes widen and you try to get out of the way, only to hear the click of a gun to your side.

The first minion aimed at you. A second later, the binding rope went onto the unscarred arm. Unlike before, you were awake when it was placed onto you. It felt just like how it looked, hot iron being pressed into the skin.

You let out a gurgling yelp and then scream. You tried to pull your arm away, but a third good appeared and grabbed you, and had a grip of steel, keeping you in place as you screamed.

“I know it hurts right now. Remember what I told you all those years ago, it’s temporary” harrow lectured

“Shut the hell up bastard” you're gritted out between your gnashing teeth . Why is this worse than before? “I’m gonna kill you”

Your free hand seemed to feel cooler. As if the blood that was boiling in your heart was not reaching it, and as if you were grasping something.

A gun shot rang out through the chamber. As Marc stumbled back, your stomach dropped. Twisting as if a viper was winding around it, suffocating its prey before swallowing it.

“No no please don't!” You begged and screamed as the second shot rang out, and you saw as Marc fell backwards into the pool of water. Tears started to stream down your cheeks as the splash echoed through the tomb.

Bloody brilliant

You’re cute

Sweetheart

Sunshine

Luv

I love you

I want this

I want us to be together

I love you

Flashes of meeting Steven, kissing him, following Marc yesterday, the pleading look in Marc’s eyes, the cobweb swept off your cheek, all the interactions you had with both men, all summarized in a matter of seconds.

And there the body laid in the pool, as Harrow lowered the gun. Before his gaze turned towards you.

“Monster” your voice was icy cold and surprisingly soft. Leveled calmness. You grasped your hand onto the hill. A wave of adrenaline, like cold water, rushes over you and you charge. The minions holding you down were pushed off the fraction of a second.

The world slowed down, and you leaned forward, each step you took felt slow and heavy. But the world around you reacted the same way. Raising your sword above your head, you leapt toward the harrow.

Images of your mother smiling as she introduced Arthur Harrow to a young you, Athena muttering how this was going to go horribly. Your father, his once hazel eyes darkening, as Ares stood behind him smiling like the cat who got the canary. The black dust circling him, flashing to Din in the desert.

Ardere, oh Ardere. Your youngest brother with his bits and bobs of copper wires in the attic. His computer monitors illuminating the once dark abode… his crutch leaning up against his desk as he would type away for hours. The brother you ruined.

Only you miscalculated your jump, as you leaned in front of Him. As you turn to face the killer of your mother, the killer of your lover, the domino effect that leads to your life turning to shit.

Harrow raised his arm again slowly, towards you and a flash of sparks illuminated out. You couldn’t move, you tried but everything seemed to be made of stone and off and you watched as the bullet exited and floated into the air.

Despite the adrenaline rush of power and energy as moments before, you were powerless once again, as your sword dissolved at the same time you stumbled back once the bullet hit you square in the chest.

Wheezing in and out your left yourself stumble back a step. Air would not fill your lungs, no matter how hard you tried. No matter how deep or shallow your breaths were. Harrow took a step towards you before he cupped the back of your head. As he leans forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. A chill went up your spine as you coughed seeing blood dribble out onto the floor.

“I wish this ended differently, I thought of you as the daughter I never had. I thought you would understand the need for Ammits judgment, I’m sorry” and then the final gunshot rang out as Harrow pushed you away as he was calmly flicking dust off his shoulder.

Then you fell into the pool.

What’s dying like? You always wondered what it would be like. Quick and done in an instant. Or would it be drawn out? As if the world slowed down as you slipped into eternal rest, it taking forever as the world barely moved?

For you it seemed to be the later, but a bit quicker than you thought it would be. The world moved at the same speed it always had. You sensed the wind rush passed you as you fell, and then the water that parts as you had reached the glittering pool of water. The back of your head landed onto a hand.

Steven? Marc? It was the hand of the body. The realization came as your vision darkened. Small black and blurred dots eclipse your vision, as you let out one final breath, and it left you. I’m sorry Ardere, Din… I love you dad you ass. I love you Steven, so much.

And you died.

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eldridgecandell · 7 months

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😈 Summon a demon

Stone should never reflect light, but in the dank basement of Juniper Brant the candles did just trick in the damp room. The dirt floor mixed with the odd mildew scent from the walls to give an earthy aroma which could be enough unpleasant to cause one to know there was a leak somewhere. Of course the burning incense and myrrh splattered about did everything it could to aid in the smell.

The wax trickled slow and low among their wicks as the yellow flames danced only from the breath of the occupants within the cellar. A circle of chalk and animal fat had been draw in the center of the room, the occupants resting calmly within it as they did their best to hold still in the dark. Two figures sat naked and shivering in the homemade circle, bodies painted with lines to match the circle they had created earlier. The white lines of thick chalk paint traced shapes over their skin in odd patterns of proud, if not crude, symmetry. Each set of hands resting gently upon the other's knees as with heads bowed to sit in awkward silence with the odd box between them.

It didn't bear the same patterns as the drawings of their flesh or carry the glint of gold. It was just a small wooden box, perfectly square and made of the deepest red wood.

The box sat still.

"Tides this stuff stinks," Juniper muttered softly, her body shaking slightly from the cold.

"Shh," Robert, her companion, whispered back harshly though his eyes never left the box.

The woman wanted to apologize, but she bit her lip instead in fear of upsetting their fifth attempt any more. For the three months, Juniper Brant and her childhood beau Robert Salmin had been gathering in the basement of her family home in hopes of fixing the foul luck that had befallen their former fertile farmland. The summer's drought had come swift and terrible upon the weary pilgrims after a summer of unending sun with little to no rain to help what should be a thriving crop. Curses were not uncommon in this part of the world, but this was nothing of any witch's touch or warlock scorned. This was just simply nature punishing them.

And that had to change.

Robert had been the one to find the old book in the peddler's cart, a normal tome of sorts had only cost the young farmer a few silver pieces. The peddler none the wiser or caring for what was within it's pages. Salvation is what Robert called it upon combing through it's yellowed pages with hope and hunger in his heart as he read of the powers within. This could save them. Save the farms. Their families. Make him a hero. He just needed a partner.

Nostalgia is a hell of a drug and the old flames we hold in our hearts for first loves may dim but never fade. So when Juniper buried her husband among those dry fields, Robert had been at her side immediately. What likely should have been a coy and long courtship ended up with the pair finding sync in the dark not hours after the passing of the man Juniper thought would be her only one. She found herself to be quite lucky Robert felt the same.

A few weeks later and the book was revealed to Juniper who though skeptical felt entitled to help her new lover in his quest to save the farm. She listened to his teachings, read what passages he offered, and praised his process. He in turn gave her what her former husband could hardly ever give her when he was alive. It was a mutual and vibrant partnership.

But now was the time to act.

The first attempt had been a mess all around. The wrong chalk, too much blood, and far to much talking.

The second attempt had been nearly the same amount of mess, but they figured blood wasn't needed anymore after the last calf had stunk so bad.

The third attempt was half heart-ed for success and more about getting at each other, the book having been right about warning of 'carnal overload'.

Time had been the only thing that mixed up the fourth time as the window had closed with the dawning of the accursed sun.

Here was now the fifth. They had followed it to the letter. Beginning in earnest, keeping in rhythm, and reaching the point of no return as they sat among themselves painted the most base of mortal needs.

Now the box needed to merely open.

A soft sigh broke the silence.

"Robert?" Juni asked quietly as she brought her fingers to gently scratch at the skin upon his knees.

The man shook his head softly. "This isn't going to work."

"But we did everything right."

"I know, but I," Robert sighed again feeling the weight of his attempts drag down at his shoulders. "I don't think I'm strong enough to do this."

Juni's hand would lift gently from his knee now to touch his face, her touch warm to his cold skin as the cheek was stroked.

"You are so strong, my love," she spoke soothingly to him as she felt his skin beneath hers still as she smiled. "And brave. You have done so much for me and this community, no one can fault you."

"Or know to be honest," Juniper laughed as she continued to stroke his face, but he would not raise his eyes to hers. The laugh died as quickly as it came before she leaned forward from her spot, her face coming to nestle among his dark sweat damp hair. She breathed him and sighed, drought be damned she was in love with him. It was all she really needed.

He was all she wanted.

"Come on, Rob," Juni pressed her lips to his head again as she began to rise, her heart fluttering a bit as she did her best to coax him to his feet with the contours of her body. "We'll wash up and have a bit of fun before tomorrow. You'll feel better."

Rob's hand gently came to grab her hand, squeezing gently as he kept his face hidden.

Juni tilted her head softly as he grabbed her, his grip tight though not unnerving as she spoke again. "Rob?"

The grip grew tighter, as it moved up from her hand to her wrist. His thumb coming to press at the soft center space.

"Rob," Juni asked again, worry now growing her voice as she spoke quickly. "Rob you're hurting me."

The thumb pressed harder, his nail sharp and poking into the skin as he pressed harder. "Robert stop. Robert!"

Pain flashed through Juniper's arm as she reeled back from him, soft flecks of crimson floating through the air as she backed away from him. Her other hand flying to her wrist as she felt the warmth of her own blood coat the palm of her hand. "What the hell, Robert?!"

Robert's hand sat shaking in the air between them, his thumb dripping with the few droplets of Juni's blood as he slowly brought it down to the box.

The wooden box drank greedily.

"Robert?"

"I'm sorry," Robert whispered. "I love thee."

"Thee?" Juni asked softly as she held her wrist tight still. "What do you mean?"

It was then she found her feet past the circle and alone beyond him. Her skin growing colder. Her heart beating faster. "Robert?"

"I love thee," Robert repeated again. There was sorrow in the three words, but the power of them wasn't meant for her. His eyes were only for the box.

Again he said the three magic words. "I love thee."

The box began to twist, it's red wood glistening and writhing as it's shape expanded and stretched.

"I love thee," the words still filled with sorrow but triumph and pride hidden in plain sight. The crimson wood stretching more as protruding digits beckoned from the quickly thinning panels of the box, coaxing to him. Begging to him. Taunting to him. Applauding him.

Where once fingers had been now with the growing box, a jaw pushed forward among the creaking red. There was no sound yet, but the lips of stretched lumber could clearly be read.

Feed me.

Juniper never got to see what horrors her lover had planned, her body having already since slumped in the cold dark of her cellar. Mouth agape and drawn to match the empty sockets of her once soft brown eyes in frozen terror. The last words of Robert though would haunt the corpse of Juniper Brant for all eternity.

I love thee.

@nixalegos

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thethrillof · 4 months

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Hornet 1, 9, 20, 24, 25?

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

she's the only person who remotely explains anything about what's going on to the knight, if only barely. she's caretaking a ruin full of zombies with the weight of dead parents and their kingdoms on her shoulders. she's doing what she thinks is right. she changes what she's been doing for who-knows-how-long because she thinks it's right, in the end.

she's a mess who doesn't realize she's a mess, holding it together because she has no other choice. i love that kind of thing :3

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

if she was genuine spider-size, probs no matter how much we clashed lol, but i don't think that's in spirit of the question here--

probably! doesn't seem like someone who'd stay home much, and so it'd be easy to avoid each other if we directly disliked/felt too awkward around each other. she'd probably get crabby about how messy i am :V

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn’t matter?

hmmmmmmm man. there aren't very many friendly faces in hallownest...

...honestly, probably cornifer. he's very friendly and way more physically tough than you'd think, and isn't there to desecrate anything, so he'd be good company! opposites who could teach each other stuff about the world they live in and enjoy it, though it'd still be tough going at times.

bonus quirrel, although i feel like they'd rub each other the wrong way more often. he's also p chill, but they both have hallownest baggage that could get in the way (just leave, he'd suggest, and of course she never has) and i don't think she'd care for his teasing, no matter how light and friendly it is.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

tbh a little bit of undyne...though undyne reveals herself to be, let's say, more loudly dramatic.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

i can't answer this proper since i don't remember, unfortunately |V so actually i guess my first answer is "not very stand-out" and then "a stern but fucked up mess like the rest of her family. and i want her to have a happier ending if possible."

#goodbyenorthernlights

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chiakery · 2 years

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When I was 17, I found a denim jacket in the thrift shop. It was a simple thing, soft edges from being worn by the previous owner and a big patch on the back, saying "Love is love" in rainbow letters. I brought it home with me, on the very bottom of my bag so that no one could catch a glimpse of it and I hid it on the bottom of my wardrobe, behind the clothes, in between a set of badminton rackets no one would use anymore because the net was broken and a clay statue we were given a few years before - a gift too ugly to be put on display but given to us by a member of a family and therefore impossible to throw away.

The jacket was there for months, and every time I saw politicians on the TV, speaking of how queer people are abomination and sick, or when I saw my mother and father turn away their gaze at the subtlest implication of a character in a movie being gay, I thought about that jacket and how they'd react if they knew.

On my last day of highschool, I wanted to wear it, to be like a protagonist of all those YA novels I read in my room when nobody could see me, to have my grandiose, loud moment of "Look at me, I'm here, I am who I am and you can't do anything about it".

Instead I wore a white, button-down shirt and a black skirt, as was expected of me.

A few weeks later, in late June, I travelled alone to another city to submit my college application. It was too hot for a jacket, but I ached to finally wear it and my excitement of being Away and Unknown, even if just for a few hours, were bigger than a discomfort of being too warm. So I wore the jacket and I felt powerful and, just like that, dozens or hundreds of people who didn't know my name Knew. They knew before any person who shared a meal with me or spoke to me knew; a bunch of strangers who didn't spare me a second thought shared a secret with me without being aware of the weight of it. And it felt right.

That trip didn't change much about how I behaved at home, when I was riding train back I hid the jacket in my bag, even if the weather changed and it was starting to get chilly. I made myself a sandwich and watched TV with my dad, like any other day.

When I was 19 I kissed a girl for the first time.

When I was 20 I went on my first real date.

When I was 22 I brought a girl home, and I held her hand as we walked through the door, and I didn't let go. We sat next to each other and she stole food from my plate and I took all of the cauliflower from hers (she never liked it). No one said anything when I came back home alone later, which wasn't a surprise my family doesn't really talk about feelings and stuff.

My coming out didn't happen on a Day, there's no date imprinted in my mind, no words said through tighened throat, tears or conversations where I tried to explain. It wasn't jumping off the cliff, but a slow walk into a lake, letting the water cover me, not looking back to see if the people are watching. But, even if they didn't watch at first, with time they started to notice.

I recognised it in my dad's quiet whisper of "it's not like they're harming anyone" when another politician spoke with hate about pride parades. I saw it in my brother's awkward wishes during Christmas, his mumbled "... or a girlfriend." right before we sat for dinner.

Now that I think of it, it's better that I didn't try to mimic the movies or novels with a grand reveal. I needed time to grow into what does it mean for me to be attracted to women and my family probably also needed time to process it on their own.

So this is a message to everyone out there who may feel like they're doing something wrong, like there's a way people are supposed to act about their sexuality or how they share it with others: there's no one, good way to come out. It's okay if it's quiet. It's okay if there's no Big Conversation and tears or relieved smiles.

It's your story. Don't let the books or movies tell you how it's supposed to look like.

#personal #stream of thoughts #woke up and felt the need to write it down #lgbt #lesbian #coming out #wlw

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afoolandathief · 3 years

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"He wondered how easily he could sink into this seat as some kind of black hole, or vanish into mist on the dry evening wind."

#short excerpt #my writing #something wicked #caz mraz #I keep thinking about 7 years ago when I was sort of dating and how it often felt like being an imposter #like they were going to find me out #or if I did reveal something about myself it always felt like I had just had an extra head burst out of me #and then I met my dude who I've been with for now 7 years and just #it's like we don't ever need to worry about that #we just revealed that stuff to each other and it never felt awkward or wrong

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delicatewerewolfsoul · 2 years

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pairing: vernon x reader

genre: fluff, crack, roommates to lovers

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[20:44] Vernon was passing around in the living room of the apartment he shared with you and Seungkwan for an hour. “I already said I’m sorry” Seungkwan says for the third time in the last 5 minutes, with a smile on his face that gave away that he wasn’t actually that sorry about the broken bed that laid there before their eyes. That bed that broke when Seungkwan tried to scare Vernon by throwing himself on it, only for one of the very old legs to break and both of them found themselves on the floor, one stunned and the other laughing from their misfortune. "You should give me your bed then if you're sorry" Vernon says to him and Seungkwan smiles, ready to tease him, when you come out of your room shocked. "What happened, are both okay?" you say hands instantly on Vernon's face, a worried tone in your voice, "I heard a loud thump coming from your direction and I got worried". "I'm fine, Seungkwan just broke my bed, I'm fine" he says, taking your hands away from his face, lightly stroking them with his thumbs, before letting go. Seungkwan kept watching this scene unfold in front of him, amazed, as he watched his two friends and roommates being so fond of eachother, yet blind enough to not recognize how much the other cared for them. That short moment of sweetness makes something cross his mind. “Y/n, why don’t you let Vernon sleep in your bed?” he says hesitation, trying to keep his cool as your both reactions almost made him smile. You both suddenly stay there frozen as the phrase lefts his mouth, the possibility of sleeping in the same bed never crossing from your mind once. “Wait, why not in your bed?” Vernon says as calm as he can be, even though just the thought of laying down next to you made his poor heart start spinning. Even living under the same roof with you was hard because of his feelings. How would he be able to lay down next to you without his heart leaving his body? “Because my bed is too small… And let’s not forget how you promised to let Mingyu sleep on our couch for today cause his classes end really late” he says with his usual smirk and leaves you both to take in what will happen today and hopefully lead to something more. “So…” you say trying to ease the awkward feeling that overcomes you both “let’s get your stuff in my bedroom?” you say and he nobs softly taking his pillow and some pajamas and leaves it at the bottom of the bed.

Time passes and you hear the doorbell. Seungkwan stands up and opens the door revealing a tired Mingyu. “Hey guys, thanks for letting me crash at your house, you’re life savers” he says tiredly hugging Seungkwan. “Hey Mingyu” he hears and turns towards the couch, the sight in front of him confusing him: you sitting away from Vernon on the couch, in an awkward position, kinda unusual for both of you, that makes him wonder. “What’s wrong with them?” he asks Seungkwan confused. “Ah them? Vernon’s bed is broken so they have to sleep together… And they’ve been this awkward since I told them” Seungkwan says as he laughs. “Seriously though, I hope something finally happens between them cause I literally can’t handle the tension between them… If this continues I might as well go and yell at them ‘You like each other, we get it, make out’ to end this” he says, letting out his frustrations from living with you both for a year and Mingyu laughs at him “Don’t worry, I think something might happen”.

Lights are out around the whole house except your room. You and Vernon are both sitting on the bed with one meter distance between you both. “So… You’ll take the outer side, right?” you say to him, the silence between you both too loud to handle. Vernon turns to look at you. Your oversized tie dye pajamas, along with the smell of your shower gel made you so adorable to him that he felt his breath hitching. He takes a deep breath taking away his eyes from you, saying quickly “I can sleep on the floor if you feel uncomfortable” thinking that if he couldn’t breathe that far from you, what would he do if he laid next to you? “No!” you say quickly, turning away from him, “I would like it if you slept next to me” you say getting under the sheets embarrassed. “Oh is that so? That’s great then” he says getting into the sheets as well, looking at you with a short smile and you put your head under the sheets. “Hey, hey what happened now?” he says, trying to softly pull down the sheets. “Nothing… Just don’t look at me like that” you say still under the sheets. “Look at you like what”, “so softly… It makes my heart feel things… I’m getting embarrassed” you say and then he does take the sheets down this time. “That was really? And you made me think I made you uncomfortable. Will you let me… hug you” he says kinda awkwardly as well, not really knowing how to phrase his thoughts. You hesitantly put yourself into his arms and he smiles feeling pure joy overcoming him. His hold is so warm and comfortable that you couldn’t help but smile, welcoming sleep with close arms this time.

Morning comes and Seungkwan can’t help but want to check how things went for both of you. With soft steps he goes next to your door and tries to open with minimal sound to open it. A satisfied smile on his face as he sees both in each other's arms, your head on Vernon’s chest, with his cheek on top of your head. He softly closes the door, whisper cursing at Mingyu for loudly saying “Told you so”.

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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Sweet Almost Goodbye

Xiao x Fem!Reader

Tags: Angst to Fluff

Sumary: Xiao had no plans to ever have a family of his own. Finding out that you are pregnant with his baby set him on edge, unsure. He's not ready.

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How are you suppose to tell him?

The news brought shock and surprise to you, it made you a bit excited and nervous.

What would Xiao think?

How will he take the news?

The thought of what his reaction may be formed a pit in your stomach. There you were, going up by the elevator of Wangshu Inn, as the sun was setting.

The closer you get to your destination, the uneasiness grew. What would happen if he lashes out? What would happen if he asked you to leave?

With a sigh, you walked up the stair that would lead to where your lover usually stays.

As you looked upon the view that the balcony provided, you saw that the sun was no longer visible, the stars starting to show up.

"You've arrived." Your heart swell at the voice of your lover, a smile forming on your face. Looking back at him, he eagerly walked up to you and greeted you with a gentle hug.

The first few weeks of your relationship was quite awkward, back then he could not even hold your hand without being as stiff as a board.

"Can I hug you?"

"I don't think that's necessary."

"But... I really want to."

"I am... not familiar with mortal rituals. I would not be the best for those kind of activities."

"Pfft... It's just a hug, Xiao. Plus you do these 'mortal rituals' with people you love. Now come here, silly Yaksha."

And surely enough, your first hug was not very comfortable, but it was a moment you would never forget.

Pulling away from the hug, you sighed heavily. Xiao did of course noticed the change in your attitude.

Where is that bubbly, cheerful, all smiles Y/N that he has grown to love?

Something must be off.

You looked down, how do you start off?

The silence filled the atmosphere with tension. Your hands started to shake.

"You seem like you're not yourself today." Xiao had broken the silence, something he usually doesn't do.

Looking up into his eyes, you grabbed both his hands in yours. "There's this very important thing that I need to tell you." Your grip on him tightened, hoping for him not to disappear.

His face showed confusion and somewhat worry, the look on your face told him that the matter was serious.

"You know how lovers would slowly grow? How they would be faced with many things and challenges in life together?" You started, not knowing exactly what to say. Through his confusion, he nodded.

"Well.... we may be going through one of those things." You whispered in a hushed tone. He didn't get it.

Was something wrong?

Has something happened that would affect your relationship?

"Xiao..." You silently called out his name.

"I'm... well..." You felt his hand squeeze yours, silently telling you to just say it.

"I'm pregnant."

He let go of your hands immediately, and your heart ached at his action.

Oh no...

He let out a chuckle. Slightly backing away, looking at you with an expression that had your eyes swelling with unshed tears.

"S-surely this has to be a joke." Xiao said in a quiet voice.

'What was that supposed to mean?' His words sent needles to your heart.

"We're gonna have a baby, Xiao." You said stepping closer to him, but he raised his hand, telling you to stop.

You held your hands to your chest, your heart pounding so fast. "It means that our love has blossomed."

"No." Xiao turned his back on you. "I didn't.... I didn't want this."

"X-xiao?" You stuttered, he surely didn't mean that right? He loves you, you loves him. Sure it wasn't expected, but you promised yourself to welcome your baby with open arms, teach them, show them the good in the world, love them with all your heart.

"I never wanted to start a family." He looked back at you, frustration in his eyes. "I thought that it would just be you and me. I didn't want a... a burden!" His words shocked you, a mix of emotion swirled inside you, pain, frustration, dissapointment.... anger.

How dare he say that about your baby?!

"Xiao, this is your child your talking about!" Tears started to fall from your eyes, staining your cheeks. "Why would you say that?!"

No, it doesn't matter how much you love him, he doesn't get to say those things about your baby. You believed that your baby is special, and you're not going to stand for the bastard you love to tell you that they are nothing but a burden.

"How could you?!" You stomped closer to him, your hands balled into a fist. "Here I thought that you are so amazing. That you're not the murderer that you claimed yourself to be."

You let put a sob.

"But no!"

You punched his chest.

"You don't deserve to be loved!"

Punch.

"You don't deserve to be happy!"

Punch

"You don't deserve a family that will love you."

You throw a weak puch at his chest, letting more of your tears fall as you sobbed.

He held you wrists pushing you back a bit to look up at him with your glossy eyes. What hurt even more is that he seemed unfazed, unaffected.

"I don't need you to tell me what I don't deserve. You're right, I don't deserve those things." He calmly said, letting go of your wrists. "And I... would feel at ease if you just leave." Before you could even respond, he vanished, leaving you to break down onto the floor, covering your mouth to silence your sobs.

He left you with tears and a broken heart.

2 Months Later

Your mother has been very helpful in taking care of you and your baby. Giving you tips and advice for a healthy pregnancy. You now stayed your parents' house in Qingce Village, a more quieter place than the Harbour.

You had told her of what happened between you and your 'previous lover' two months ago, crying into her arms as she saw you on your heartbroken state. Your father was not at all happy with Xiao's wrong doings towards you.

But you reassured your parents that it no longer matters, what matters now is your baby being well taken care of. And with that, you must take care of yourself as well. So no thinking about that Adeptus bastard.

In Wangshu Inn however, Xiao has felt that your departure has left a hole in his heart, everyday, every night alone on the balcony of the Inn, the place that you two once shared as a place to openly be together and express your love towards each other.

He would sometimes look at the guests of the Inn at the ground floor. He would see families spending time together, all smiles and happiness. Is that what it's like to have a family?

Sure, family comes with it's problems and such. But... it's family, people that will be your home and happiness.

Verr Goldet has noticed that you no longer go to the Inn and the Adeptus has grown more melancholic than usual. Something was definitely wrong between that two of you, she would think.

Xiao would look at the view provided by the balcony. He admits that he was looking for you from there, maybe you would come back to him. But he caught no sight of you.

Every time he would go out, he told himself that its to "scare off evil and cleanse the land", but he just used that as an excuse to look for you.

He found you, of course, since you aren't really hiding from him. But, even then, what would he say? Of course he should apologize, but how? He doesn't know any of that stuff.

But he has to make a decision....

"Alright, Y/N. Why don't you have a little rest while your father and I go to the village square?" You just nodded as they exit the house. Some alone time would be nice.

You were standing in front of a full body mirror in your room, shirt rolled up to show your baby bump. You were thinking about names for your baby just earlier. Even though it's gonna be a few months till they're ready, you just find naming them makes you smile.

"How about, if your a girl, I'll name you... Crystal? Or maybe Rose? Or Amethyst!" You laughed a little, seemingly having a conversation with your unborn baby. " But if your a boy... Hmmm...." You caressed your baby bump.

"I haven't thought about anything yet, but I'll tell you when I do, baby." You whispered with a smile.

Then, suddenly a green and black smoke appeared and revealed a person that made your smile drop.

"Y/N" Xiao quietly called out your name, looking at your eyes through the mirror. Sighing, you pulled down your shirt and turned back to face him.

He looked down at your stomach, his heart swelling at imagining that a baby is inside you, your and his baby is inside you.

"Didn't think I'd see you again." You let out a bitter laugh, making the man in front of you wince a little. "What are you doing here?" You asked with a rather harsh tone.

"I mean no harm." He started looking at you with a sense of nervousness within him, your unexpressive gaze made him feel crushed.

"I just want to apologize. And see how you and our baby are doing." He seemed to be hesitant in reaching out to hold you. But you, you were seething, did he just say 'our'?

He acted so childish, so cold and now he came back to apologize and immediately think that all will be fixed.

"Y/N..." You were pulled out of your thoughts by his call, you looked back at him with a glare. "I... love you. So so much." He stepped closer but this time, you raised your hand up and stopped him. "I wasn't ready, I was scared of what's gonna happen." Xiao added.

"I was scared too." Your eyes started to become glossy. "But I thought that you would be there." You looked up to him with your teary eyes, showing him your vulnerability once again. "I was wrong." You shook you head, his features softened and you notice the tears start to form in his eyes as well. "I shouldn't have expected too much. It's for the better we split up rather than stay in a relationship that will no longer contain love."

"If you're here for closure, Xiao. I can assure you that me and my baby will be just fine." You smiled despite the tear that managed to fall out of your eye.

He shook his head, quickly taking a hold of your hands and kneeling onto the floor. "Xiao, what are yo-"

"Please..." He brought your hands to his lips kissing them gently, you felt a few of his tears fall onto your hands. "Please forgive me. I'm truly sorry, my love." He was full on crying. You tried to take your hand back, but he didn't let you.

Still, the thought of you wanting to pull away from him made his heart ache. He didn't wanna let go of your hands. "I'm sorry about everything I said about our baby. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He kept repeating over and over. "I'm so stupid! I can just never treasure things that are important to me!" He felt frustrated of himself.

"Xiao, stop!" You demanded, pulling him back up to his feet. Once he looked at you, your heart clenched at the sight of his tear covered face, his hair messier than usual, his eyes held pain and regret.

"W-what exactly do you want?" You stuttered, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles. "D-do you want me to just forgive you... and then you'd walk away?"

He shook his head. "I-i want you." He whispered, coming closer, he hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I want our baby." He pulled away, kissing you forehead.

"I want my happiness." Then his kissed your nose.

"I want my family, my everything." He then kissed your lips, the feeling of his soft lips on yours felt refreshing, something you didn't know you missed due to all the other emotions inside you. You both pulled away to catch your breath.

"Please, let me have my family."

"Oh, Xiao..." You caressed his cheek, feeling the wet tears that had fallen from his amber eyes. "We're here, we're your family." You both looked down at your baby bump, both of you smilling.

One Hour Later

As you and Xiao cuddled on the couch together and silently whispered sweet words to one another, the door opened, your parents walking in and were shocked to see the Adeptus and you snuggling.

"Aha! I see that you're the one who broke my babygirl's heart!" Your father exclaimed, much to your surprise.

"Xiao was it. Now I don't care if you two already made up. I'm still gonna talk to you about how to properly treat my baby." You laughed when Xiao let go of you and sat up straight.

You were surprised that he didn't pull the 'no respect for the Adepti' card.

"Papaaaaa." You whined as your father led Xiao into the kitchen to talk.

Your mother sat beside you and looked at your face. "I see that you two have been crying." She caressed your cheek.

"I'm just really happy right now."

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jenomark · 3 years

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➔Pairing: Jeno x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut (with a plot!) ➔Warnings: Sexual tension & Penetration. ➔Word count: 2,470

➔Summary: You haven't called your ex-boyfriend in two years, but he's the first person you call when you're in a bit of trouble. He comes when you call, thus sparking a night neither of you will be able to move on from.

Anon request #1: can I request an ex to lovers scenario with jeno where his ex and him decided to stay as friends and since always they had a huge tension and after 2 years they got really flirty or smth, thanks💖

Anon request #2: hi, I want to request a drabble about sex with jeno, thank you!!

Jeno looked at his buzzing cell phone and blinked lazily. He hadn't seen your number come up since you broke up with him, which had to have been two years ago. He had managed to stay friends with you over those two years, but you were never friendly enough to call each other at three in the morning. Still, Jeno picked up the call to hear static at the other end of the line, wondering if he would still feel the same when he heard the sound of your voice.

"Hello?"

There was more static. When he thought you might have pocket dialed him, and he was getting ready to hang up, he heard your voice. Time seemed to slow down in those moments.

"Jeno?" you said. "I don't have good service out here. I'm scared, Jeno."

Feeling his heart race, Jeno asked, "Where are you? What is going on?"

"Off the highway. My car broke down." you said. "Can you come get me?"

Jeno sprang out of bed immediately, tearing the covers from his naked body. He got dressed while keeping you on the phone with him, so that you weren't scared. He drove to where you were, pulling over to the side of the road. When you saw him, you got out of your car and stood awkwardly, wringing your hands together.

"I know I shouldn't have called you first," you started to say. "But i-"

"-It's okay." he said, meaning it.

Jeno was bone tired, but being in front of you made him more alert. Though you broke his heart, he was still so careful with yours. Jeno came over to your car to look at it, pulling up the hood like he had any idea what he was truly doing. You watched his muscles as he fiddled around with stuff, your eyes slightly glazing over.

"I don't know much about cars." he said, shutting the hood. "I'll call someone to come pick this up. Until then, I will drive you back home. It's too late for us to be waiting out here."

You nodded and followed him back to his car. He made the call quickly before setting his cell phone down in the cup holder. There was so much gratitude for him in the silence, but you couldn't seem to get any of your thoughts out. You were still thinking about his muscles, about how handsome he looked at nearly four in the morning.

"It's done," he said. "They'll pick your car up soon. You can figure out what to do about it tomorrow."

"Thank you." you said.

It had started to rain. A few droplets hit the front of his windshield before a whole sheet of rain came down, hitting the top of his roof as hard as rocks. He could barely see out of the windshield, so he decided to wait for the storm to pass. It was awkward inside of the car, and too quiet.

You cleared your throat. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Jeno looked over at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Seeing his expression, you realized what an invasive question it was. You tried backtracking, but you were sputtering your words enough to make Jeno laugh.

"Relax," he said. "I'm not seeing anyone."

You didn't know what you were thinking. Maybe you were too tired to think straight. Maybe it was the sound of the rain. Maybe it was the way he looked at you in the darkness of the car. You reached over and touched the hand that rested on the steering wheel until he looked you in your eyes.

"You got Lasik eye surgery." you said. "You used to look so cute in your glasses."

For Jeno, it was easy. There has always been sexual tension between you. Touching the top of your hand felt natural. He leaned over, grabbed your chin and kissed you. You made out, completely unaware that the rain had stopped. When everything slowed down, you were straddling Jeno in his seat, and his hands were on your ass. You parted, your eyes staying on his lips until he spoke.

"I should get you home." he said.

"You should come home with me." you said, surprising yourself more than him.

Jeno laughed and eased your body off of his. "I want that more than you know, but I don't think it's a good idea. I could never control myself around you. "

Jeno drove you home, the only sound in the car coming from the windshield wipers noisily wiping away droplets of rain. You followed the blades swiping left to right, your brain in a funk.

Breaking up with Jeno was one of your top ten mistakes. You weren't as wise as you are now. You didn't know what you had when you let it go. You had carried his hurt with you everywhere you went for two years. Though you remained as friends, there was always weird tension whenever you met up with each other. His group of friends didn't trust you, and your group of friends always took your side, even though each of them was in love with Jeno. Your shared friends didn't get into the middle of it, and you and Jeno spent 24 months skating around unspoken apologies.

"We never had a chance to talk alone." you said, finally getting the bravery to speak out. “There are a lot of things left unsaid.”

Jeno pulled up in front of your house. You weren't surprised he knew where you had moved to, because you had been dropping hints for months. You had always hoped Jeno would roll up one day and give you another chance you didn't quite think you deserved.

"We don't have to talk about it now. "It's early in the morning and we both could use some sleep," he said.

You hummed in agreement, looking out of the rain soaked window at your lonely, dark house. You looked up at the sky and wanted the sun to come up, to cast a pretty glow over you and soften the experience of sitting with your ex in his car.

"You're like my knight in shining armor." you said. "I owe you a lot."

You had your hand on the door handle. You wanted to lean over and kiss him the way he kissed you, but your bravery only went so far. Jeno seemed to be thinking a similar thing. His eyes fell to your lips. Before either of you could act, he unlocked his doors.

"Get some sleep." he said, rubbing his arms as if he were cold. "I'll check in tomorrow to see how you're doing. I don't want them overcharging you for their services. If you want, I can go with you to make sure they don't."

"Okay." was all you could say. You got out of the car, tapped on his window as a way to say thank you and walked up the pathway to your house. You touched your fingers to your lips and remembered the way he tasted.

Jeno stayed there idling while you put your lock into the door and turned the handle. Once you were safely inside, you didn't wait to see if he had driven away.

You walked into your home, not caring enough to flick lights on. You weren’t as tired as before. Making out with Jeno had felt like an IV of caffeine had slipped into your bloodstream. Your body felt swollen in places, your heart most of all. You walked through the rooms, taking off your bra underneath your t-shirt and flinging it across the back of your couch. Your foot was on the first step of your stairs when you heard a soft rapping sound on your front door. Backtracking, you walked back to the door and flung it open, crossing one of your arms against your chest to hide yourself.

“Hi,” Jeno said.

He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes darting frantically around your face. You had no time to greet him back before he stepped over the threshold and took your lips against his. You moved your arm and let him smash his hard chest against your free breasts. Your nipples were aroused and you knew he could feel them against the thin material of his t-shirt. You threw your arms around his neck and clung to him, savoring the taste and feel of him.

“I know I said no but....” he said, between kisses. “It was very hard to watch you walk away from me just now.”

You kissed him and bit down on his lip, pulling it lightly with your teeth before letting go. “Take me to bed.” you said. “Or the floor...the couch..i don’t care, Jeno, just take me.”

Jeno picked you up into his arms. He shut your front door and locked it behind him without ever taking himself away from your lips. He was strong enough to carry you upstairs without struggling, which made you even more aroused than you already felt.

“To the left.” you whispered against his mouth.

It was strange having him in your new bedroom, yet, there was something familiar about seeing him amongst your possessions. He felt like he belonged. Jeno set you down on your bed and let out a groan of approval when you wouldn’t let go of his neck. You tried to trap him with your thighs, but he had pinned your arms above your head, which made you release him. Your body relaxed, half hanging off of your bed. Your stomach was bare where your shirt had ridden up, so Jeno leaned down to kiss it. He pushed it all the way up to expose your bare breasts and take them in your mouth one at a time. He was really going at it, feeling them and teasing them, when you put a stop to things and slipped out from underneath him.

“Can you give me a moment?” you asked, your face growing hot. “ I just need a second.”

Jeno sighed but agreed. He sat on the edge of your bed and watched you slink into your bathroom. You tried your best to freshen up, to get the 5 a.m stink off of you. Your mind was frantic and thinking of a million things that could go wrong. You realized that you were extremely nervous. The door to the bathroom slowly opened to reveal Jeno standing there with his hands in his pockets, and all of those thoughts faded like ghosts into the foreground.

“What are you doing?” he asked, crooking his finger. “Get over here.”

It was much easier than you thought it would be. It was like two friends getting together after a long time, friends that knew each other’s bodies inside and out. You tore off your shirt, not caring whether your armpits were sweating anymore. He met your breasts and moaned in appreciation as his mouth got back to business. On the bed, he rolled on top of you, laying kisses all down your body. You lifted your head up and let him nip at your neck. You took your hands and placed them underneath his t-shirt to touch his abs.

“Well,” you breathed. “This has changed.”

Jeno could only laugh. He took off his shirt and let you admire his body, which had definitely changed since the last time you took him to bed. You touched the hardness of his chest, down to the smoothness of tummy leading down to his cock, which you remembered in every detail. You sidled underneath him and let your tongue taste the salt on his skin. You bit down on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

Your body had changed, too. You were softer in a lot of places, which Jeno loved. He wanted to touch and savor all of you. There was an overeagerness to him that stifled any remaining awkwardness there could have been. He bit down on your shoulder in response, scraping his teeth against your skin before he met your mouth. His tongue wound its way around yours for a few seconds, just relishing the feeling of them together.

Once all the clothes were removed, a desperation started to change the atmosphere. Things were no longer silly. He didn’t laugh. You didn’t go anywhere but in his arms. The rain on the window was quiet but present. The sun was seeping into your skin where you lay underneath him. There was a moment where he grabbed your face between his hands and held you there, his thumb brushing across your cheek. He kissed you sweetly, his lips full.

When Jeno entered you, it was like all the memories of your sex life came flooding back. You would always miss him inside of you when he wasn’t there, miss the full feeling that came when he penetrated you for the very first time. You had missed the sounds his throat made whenever he concentrated on pleasuring you. You hadn’t forgotten how skilled his fingers were at fondling you, or how each stroke never failed to make you lose all thought. He fucked your body like it meant something in the morning glow. He didn’t slow down for anything, not even when he felt your fingernails digging into his back.

He had let you take control. You moved on top of him and sank down onto his cock, holding onto his arms as you did. With your hands pressed against his chest, you moved. You rode Jeno wildly, bucking against his pelvis with abandon. He tugged on your hair when you tilted your chin towards the ceiling. He gripped your waist. He smacked your ass. He did everything in his power to bring you back to him every time you slipped away. Your eyes eventually found him again. You moved lower and rode him, your sweaty body gliding against his. He held you, his thick arm around your neck as he felt your walls contract, as you came around his cock.

You wanted to cry out, wanted to bring the room down around you. You kept fucking him, wanting to coax the cum from his cock, to feel the warmth moving downwards with gravity. You wanted to keep it going forever, but it wasn’t meant to be. It had been a long time since you two had made love, and your bodies were too excited to hold back.

You knew there would be a talk somewhere in the future, when he was ready. As Jeno screwed up his face in orgasm, as you felt the warmth of his cum, you were a little too happy to prolong that conversation. You wanted him in your life for a long time but, for now, you would take him any way you could get him.

#jeno #lee jeno #nct jeno #jeno smut #nct smut #lee jeno smut #jeno fanfic #nct fanfic #nct dream fanfic #nct dream smut #lee jeno fanfic #hope you don't mind me combining these #i liked where the first one was going #and i was not originally going to add sex but I know some people out there would love it #so it felt right to answer both

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louweasleymalfoy · 3 years

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Masterlist

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Draco is incredibly affectionate, but he’ll show it differently depending on context. In general, his affection comes in just wanting to be around you—he craves closeness with you, even if he’s not touching you.

Touching you is the best, though. He’s a fan of small bits of PDA: when you’re out together, he’s always holding your hand, or touching your arm or the small of your back or maybe – on occasion – your ass. (Just little grazes that make his eyes shine and your stomach flip.) Probably some little kisses here and there, if you have a moment alone. If he sees another guy looking at you, he'll probably make out with you in public.

But there are also moments where the both of you think PDA isn’t appropriate. Then it’s all about soft looks and smiles, finding ways to bring you into a conversation, things like that. Just showing you that you’re on his mind even if he can’t hold you like he’d like to.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Let's be honest, you guys didn't really start on good terms. You guys met at the train, the both of you are pure-blooded Slytherins, and when everyone thought you guys would immediately get along you just had to prove them wrong. Both of you are competitive, always trying to be better than the other.

The moment the two of you realized your feelings for each other was in 4th year, earning sighs of relief from the Slytherin gang.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Does Draco like to cuddle? Yes yes absolutely yes. This man loves cuddling, especially after a long day. He loves to curl up with you on his bed and hold you close, maybe with your head tucked under his chin. He’ll give you soft kisses while he holds you, on your temple or your cheek or your neck and they’re not even intended to steer things toward a make-out or sex, unless you decide to take it there. (Sometimes he decides but if he does it’s uh pretty obvious.)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down?)

DEFINITELY. Draco is ready to settle down when it comes to you. He loves you so much that he already wants to marry you, you had to remind him that the both of you are still at school tho.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

So here’s the thing about Draco. He's fallen for you, HARD. The problem is that, if he’s the one initiating a break-up, it hits him hard. He would never even think about ending things with you. He loves you too much for that. Although sometimes he worries that you might leave him for someone else, you reassure him that it will never happen.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I've stated before, he loves you so much that he wants to marry you already. He never thought there'd be a day that he'd think about stuff like this and yet here we are. Is he nervous about it tho? Honestly, yes. Who doesn't? But the thing is, whenever he takes a look at you all the worries go away and just knows he's ready.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This softy! is so gentle!! The biggest exception is if he sees you after a longer separation – this might be a summer break but it also might just be something like one of you having A LOT of homework that keeps you from being with each other when he rather be hanging out together – he needs to be all over you and he might be rougher, then—rougher hugs, kisses, everything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Draco is a frequent and enthusiastic hugger. Hugs from Draco are him pulling you close and burying his face in your neck and luxuriating in the smell of you. Hugs from Draco are him nudging his forehead against yours and maybe bumping your nose while he leans in to give you a kiss.

Hugs from Draco are usually your first cue if something’s wrong, too—you’ll get to his dorm and find him sitting on the bed and he’ll pull you into his arms and you’ll feel in the way he holds you that he had a really shit day.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Like when he knows that he wants to settle down with you, Draco will say, “I love you,” pretty much as soon as he knows. He’s bursting with it and he’s gotta get it out. He’ll be a bit disappointed if you’re not ready to say it back, but he doesn’t take it personally because he knows he kinda falls hard and fast.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man gets jealous. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust other guys. If a guy looks at you for too long, you can count on Draco giving them a death glare. Does he maybe give you a particularly emphatic kiss after someone tries to flirt with you? Perhaps, but it’s more because he revels in the fact that he gets to do that when no one else does.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Draco kisses your lips like he has nowhere else like he needs to be. Slow, deep kisses all about savoring the taste of you, the feeling of you close to him.

He kisses your neck playfully, teeth nipping over your skin and scattering the occasional hickey because he can’t resist.

He kisses your breasts, your stomach, your thighs when he’s ravenous for you, when he’s desperate to wind you up.

And where does Draco want to be kissed? Obviously he loves when you have your mouth on his because then he can be tasting you, too, but oh, does he love this one spot on his neck right below his jaw. You kiss and suck there and he downright whimpers if he wasn’t expecting it (and sometimes even if he was expecting it).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Draco Malfoy doesn't really have experience on taking care of children— he's more of a picking on children type of guy. So when you and Draco spent one summer break together and you were asked to babysit your niece, Draco was worried. He’s a bit awkward at first but after seeing how you interact with them, the tension would start to melt away and he relaxed around them.

After watching you interact with babies, he would start to imagine having a baby with you and he realizes how much he wants kids with you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent with each other in his dorm. The both of you just enjoying your time with each other before you get ready for the day. It was these mornings together that reminded him of the love the two of you have for each other and how important you are in his life.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are often spent cuddling and catching each other up on their days. Basically quality time is the primary love language of most evenings (combined as always with touch because again—super cuddly man). Then probably once a week you’ll go out either on a date or to hang with friends.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took some time for him to open up. He loves you and trusts you very much but he was scared of how you'd react. He's not really used to all the "talking about his feelings" type of thing since he didn't really grow up in a homey environment but over time, he started telling you things and he felt better and lucky to have you in his life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He does have a temper but not with you. He’s very patient and calm when it comes to you. He never wants to upset and anger you. When you two would fight, he felt like it was all his fault and he would try to make it up to you only for you to apologize too and remind him that it wasn’t all his fault.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembering little details that you share with him is definitely one of the ways that he shows interest in you at first. But while he makes a particular point of it at first, he is still quite good at it in general.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment was your first kiss. It was the happiest he ever felt, and he would always remember the perfection of that moment

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is super protective. Whenever the two of you go out, he doesn't take his eyes off of you just because he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh he would DEFINITELY spoil the sht out of you. He would definitely put a lot of thought into gifts and anniversaries since he's really rich. Sometimes, he would randomly show up in your dorm with a gift in hand — claiming that it's a gift for you just because he wants to give you one and although you appreciate the gesture, you had to tell him to not waste his money on stuff. Of course he promised to stop buying things for you but he never did and continued to shower you with gifts.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Walks with your hand in his. Oh and cuddling you of course.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He LOVES to show you off. He's so proud of your accomplishments and believes that you'll achieve your dream one day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s terrified of losing you, knowing that he would never be whole again if he lost you. He couldn’t even bear the thought of a life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Draco is— well how do I even say this. Draco can be mean at most times but the thing is, in his eyes you're an exception. There was this one time when he was having a bad day and Theo was aking him something and he just glared at Theo but when you came in and asked the same question, he answered you patiently, his eyes softening, leaving Theo to have his jaw dropped.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He HATES ferrets and I don't even have to explain why. There was this one time where Blaise showed him a ferret and he just ran away from the both of you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Draco is absolutely that partner who ends up encroaching more and more on your space over the course of the night. And you want to find it cute, you do, because it’s really about him trying to cuddle with you but also it means you frequently wake up for the morning and he has two thirds of the bed to himself. You’re alright with it though because once he gets up, you’re able to spread out for a little bit. (And maybe roll over into the spot where he was sleeping so you can doze with the smell of him still lingering.)

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miyagihawk · 3 years

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i don’t even know you anymore pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

a/n: a lot of people wanted a part 2 so here it is!! some hawk redemption :)))

warnings: a bit of swearing, mentions of violence maybe

summary: after your bad breakup with hawk, he wants a second chance

word count: 1,547

It’s been months after you and Hawk split, and you could confidently say that you’ve moved on.

It wasn’t easy; his group kept ruthlessly attacking your friends. It was like he wanted to make your life a living hell.

After that horrible fight at Golf N Stuff, watching Demetri’s arm get broken compelled you to join Miyagi Do. You never wanted to feel helpless again when your friends are in trouble.

Karate helped you move on. You became confident with yourself and instead of focusing on your break up, your mind was on self improvement. Seeing Hawk stoop down to his lowest level also helped; you wanted to be better than him.

“What... the hell?” you gasped.

As your friends arrived at your lunch table, they looked like they got trampled by a zoo. They almost looked unrecognizable with the amount of bruises and cuts decorating their faces.

Sitting down painfully, Sam said, “It’s a bit of a long story.”

“Well tell me! What happened last night, you guys look insane! Are you okay?” you exclaimed, worried and protective about your friends. They all looked so worn down, not meeting your eyes.

Last night, Miguel and Sam were planning on inviting both Miyagi Do and Eagle Fang over to “combine forces” against Cobra Kai. But you felt sick, so you couldn’t make it.

Your mouth fell slightly open as another person came up to the table.

Him.

What is he doing here?

No one was answering you, but you couldn’t blame them, they probably had the worst night.

Ignoring Hawk’s gaze on you, you got up from your seat and walked around the table to Miguel. You grabbed his arm and he winced. “Sorry,” you apologized, leading him out of the cafeteria into the hallway.

“Miguel can you just tell me what happened last night, who did this to you? And why is he here? I couldn’t make it one time and this happened, god, you couldn’t have texted me or someth-”

“Y/N, Y/N please calm down,” Miguel placed his hands on your shoulders, and it was only then you realized how hard you were breathing.

“Look at you. Look at everyone,” you felt your eyes tearing up. You were angry and frustrated, at yourself for not being there. Maybe you couldn’t have done much, but you still could’ve helped.

“Hey, I’m okay, alright? Everyone’s fine, just relax,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “Cobra Kai came last night.”

“What? To Sam’s house? How did they even-”

Miguel cut you off before you could ramble again, “I don’t know. But they showed up and it was like the school fight part two. Don’t worry though, they look pretty bad too. And we won,” he smiled.

“So why is... he... with us?” You looked over his shoulder through the cafeteria entrance where Hawk sit awkwardly with your friends, looking out of place.

“He helped us Y/N. I know things between you guys didn’t go down so well but I do believe he wants to change,” Miguel explained.

You tried to imagine Hawk fighting alongside Sam and Demetri, but it felt wrong. He’s done too much damage and you don’t think you can forgive him for any of it. How could they forgive him?

“Look, I lost Eli to Hawk too. I was friends with both of them. So I know that he’s being genuine. He wants to be better,” Miguel tried to convince you, leading you back to the cafeteria with him. “He also still cares about you, Y/N. I think you were the main reason he left Cobra Kai.”

You didn’t say anything, you just pondered on his words.

Could that be true? Hawk still cares about you? Then why did he put you through all this? Why now would he leave Cobra Kai for you when you aren’t even together?

You sat back down at the table, head hurting from all the questions you want the answer to.

There he was, sitting across from you. The only one who could really give you the answers. But you acted like he wasn’t there.

The first practice with Miyagi Do, Eagle Fang, and a tiny bit of Cobra Kai had just been dismissed. It ended early because it started raining, and you were all outside.

It went well. It definitely felt good to have a full team and that one less rivalry was gone.

But there was still a lot of awkward tension between you and Hawk. You guys had carefully avoided each other; you were never less than 5 feet apart and when you accidentally made eye contact, you both looked away in a millesecond.

You said goodbye to your friends, putting up your hood over your head to prepare for your wet walk home.

You didn’t mind the rain, you actually loved it. But despite the Valley being known for its good weather, the winters were still harsh and frigid.

You hugged yourself with your arms as shivers shook your body. The sound of a car pulling up made you turn around; your first thought being that someone might kidnap you.

But the red car was familiar and you refrained from running away. The window was rolled down and Hawk’s face was revealed. “Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m walking home,” you say bluntly, and start continuing your walk. His car follows beside you, matching your pace.

“It’s cold as shit. Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” Hawk offered.

“No thanks,” you said, not even looking at him.

As you quickened your stride, you heard his car engine turn off and his door open then shut.

He caught up to you, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking. “Get in the car,” he demanded, and you just rolled your eyes.

“Why would I get in the car with you?” You laughed mockingly and he swallowed. Raindrops were falling on his eyelashes and he looked pretty, but you shook away the thought.

“Fuck, why are you so difficult. You’ll get sick, just come on,” he pulled you towards him, then without thinking your karate reflexes kick in and you hit him in the chest.

You almost feel bad, but he steps back, with an almost proud and amused smile. He thought it was cute.

“Why do you care?!” you raised your voice over the rain.

“Y/N I-”

“Why? You didn’t care for all of these months! Why now? You didn’t care when I wanted you to stop hurting people, why do you want to change now?” You bombarded him with all the questions that have been swirling around in your thoughts for days.

“I did care! I do care. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. Just please get in the car and we’ll talk about it,” Hawk pleaded, reaching out for you again, but you pull your arm away. His jaw clenched from your rejection.

“And I still loved you! Through it all! You broke Demetri’s arm, one of my best friends. He was your best friend too! And I still missed you! Do you know how horrible that feels?” you continued letting out your anger. All of the things you’ve wanted to say to him are spilling out of your mouth and you don’t even notice your tears.

His eyes were starting to brim with tears too, but you couldn’t tell if it was just the rain.

“I am sorry Y/N. For everything. I’ve never stopped fucking loving you and I missed you too. Like hell. I can’t take back what I did to Demetri but I’m trying, I’m trying to fix it,” he confessed, moving in closer to you.

“You’re a liar...” you hit him in the chest, but he didn’t budge. “You can’t say that... that you love me, you’re just a huge fucking liar!”

Before you could hit him again, he stopped your hands and put his arms around you. At first you tried to squirm out of his embrace, but eventually you gave in, letting out full sobs of heartbreak.

You missed this. His warmth and his soft skin. The way he rests his chin on the top of your head and how he rubs your back to soothe you. You hated the way you were just giving in, but you didn’t have it in yourself to pull away.

“You were right about all of it. I wasn’t myself,” he murmured into your hair. He missed holding you too, and he wondered how he went so long without doing so.

You looked up at him with your glassy eyes. His hair was drooping down from the mohawk because of the rain and he looked more like Eli.

The rain was still pouring down on both of you, but you had gotten used to it. Still in his arms, you were no longer shivering from the cold.

You lifted a hand up to place on his cheek, and you admire the kind blue eyes you’ve missed looking into.

You pushed your previous anger away and pressed your lips against his, revelling in the feeling of reuniting with your lover. You missed him so much. You got butterflies as you two moved together perfectly and he smiled against your lips.

“I never stopped loving you too, Eli.”

okay here’s a tag list for the people who wanted a part 2 :))) thank you so much for reading and feel free to send in any requests!

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yjwhatif · 3 years

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With the semi/cryptic confirmation of Ed and Barts relationship in the series I have a question:

Do you think everyone knows about them (in world) or do you think they’re keeping it secret from some?

It’s just a thought that’s been in my head recently. It is most likely fuelled by the whole drama of G&B not being able to depict a “specific character” (it’s definitely Bart) as gay. They’ve had to hide the relationship from their audience - because of ridiculous reasons - but there are still moments that bring up the question - Are they? Before the reveals from AskGreg, I kinda thought- well they are clearly not together yet, but perhaps they both have feelings for one another and are just waiting for the other to make the next move because they’re nervous idiots who don’t want to have read the situation wrong — all while their friends are like - seriously guys? just get together already. Kinda like they did in s1 with Wally and Artemis - and I guess early Supermartian as well - which I would have been okay with... though with the likelihood of there being at least another two year time skip you’d probably have missed the getting together moment - which would kinda suck. Anyway. With the information about the chances being they were supposed to clearly be in a relationship throughout S3 — which makes the whole structuring of ILLUSIONS just make sense — it’s got me viewing their moments with a whole new energy. Also, I saw this post by Greg —

And let me just clarify, I have no idea if this is actually referencing the Ed and Bart stuff, it might not be (probably isn't). This is purely me speculating.

My reading of this is they got told they couldn’t depict Bart as gay pretty late on and that specifically affected ILLUSIONS where they likely intended to confirm the relationship with that first shot - the kiss on the cheek moment. Even now that moment is just odd - because it’s there but it’s not - because technically there is no actual kiss… which I think is absolutely the point. It plants the seed without actually breaking any rules - all by keeping the momentum but removing the specific kiss frame. It’s the only moment that I feel is explicit in saying they are in a relationship - everything else you can just read into and imply there’s something - but they technically don’t confirm anything.

The whole thing is actually quite interesting - despite the reasoning for it being totally ridiculous. By keeping/showing what they did... People notice it. People talk about it. People reflect on it. More people talk about it. People writing. Make. Create. Discuss it. An entire audience is formed who want and support it. It’s a whole thing now because people noticed it and generated a positive response to it - and that was before all the AskGreg information. The whole reason YJ got a season 3 is because the fans fought to get it back. Enough people talked about it - and kept talking about it - to convince TPTB that the show should come back. Greg and Brandon know this. They know the power the fans have and maybe they hoped that power would help them again in freeing Bart from these ridiculous restrictions. #letbartoutofthecloset

Obviously, we can't know until S4 is released whether G&B got the permission to confirm Bart's sexuality the way they envisioned - but maybe the responses that came during the release of 3b were enough to convince TPTB that they were fighting a losing battle. But who knows, people in power can be very stubborn at times, so we will just have to see what we get. Fingers crossed they eased up though - and not just because of the Ed/Bart relationship (which I am obviously a fan of -- it's fine if not everyone is) - but because these restrictions on LGBTQ+ content shouldn't be a thing and need to stop -- there is just no validity in them.

Anyhow. despite their not being allowed to officially confirm the relationship, Greg's comment about Ed's having a boyfriend they can't name basically confirms the fact without technically breaking any rules again. Masterfully done Wiesman. With this, it implies the pair are in fact dating during S3 which brings us back to the original question... but who knows??

With the comments of Virgil during ILLUSIONS, it's easy to assume their friends do in fact know. They also seem to have no problem being close and interacting with one another whilst in the presence of others -- that is, except for one moment...

Ever since the first time I saw this episode (ELDER WISDOM) I have always found this moment strange - because Ed seems to get kinda awkward when Barry comes to check on Bart. (Or that's how I see it at least.) He realises Flash is standing there and immediately pulls his head down averting his gaze -- almost like he doesn't want to be seen by the elder. But why? Does Barry not know about the pair -- or maybe he doesn't know about Bart and Ed thinks their current closeness is too revealing -- who's to say Bart's even fully out to the world yet -- who's to say either of them are? We certainly don't since we weren't allowed to be shown. We can't know until we know - so until then we can play the speculation game while we wait.

Bart is certainly a bit of a secret keeper when it comes to being himself. I'm still convinced the Bart we see onscreen is merely his interpretation of what he thinks people expect from a speedster in this time. We saw 'real' Bart, he was snarky and cynical and nothing like the Bart we've had for the past two seasons. He said it himself - he's playing a character - and I don't think he knows how to break out of it - not while the possibility exists that it might hurt those he's grown to care about. Bart wants to be seen a certain way to avoid acknowledging the truth of the past - if people see him as happy and smiley, then no one will question him on things he doesn't want to talk about. The problem with that is you can't hide yourself forever - cracks begin to form and eventually, the truth comes out whether you want it to or not. So who knows how comfortable Bart is revealing any of his true self to those he cares about. Maybe his relationship with Ed will be the thing that finally helps him find comfort in being himself, whilst also trusting others to still accept him as himself... and maybe getting him that bit of therapy he really needs.

This brings us to Eduardo… First, can I just say it made me so happy to see Greg’s confirmation of Ed being gay - though it is slightly annoying that he was robbed of his explicit onscreen reveal in S3 thanks to the drama with Bart. His whole relationship to his powers in S2 to S3 fits the representation of coming to terms with your sexuality/identity from a very negative point of view. Feeling like it’s something that needs fixing or needs to be “cured” - to then finding the light and freedom in accepting yourself for you. His growth between seasons is brilliant. He understands the hate and insecurity the teens are feeling because he felt it himself. He does all he can to help them because he never felt he got that help when he needed it - and no one deserves to feel worse for being who they are. Obviously, the things he talks about are framed in the context of dealing with/accepting the meta-gene - yet there are certain moments where it seems he’s saying more than that…

All of which got me wondering - why did Ed originally runaway? It certainly wasn’t because of the meta-abilities he did not yet have. All he’s ever said on the subject was he thought he wanted to be with his father - the man it seems he barely had a relationship with. No, I think Ed has been running from himself for a long time and his dad just happened to be an actual direction for him to aim for. The way he speaks about his wanting to be “cured” and “praying to get rid of his powers” suggests an upbringing around religion and traditional ideas of there being a ‘normal/proper’ way to be — while anything that doesn’t fit that way is treated as other or something that needs to be changed or 'fixed'. Maybe he ran to avoid being found out and run the risk of being ostracised by those he loved. Or maybe he was found out and leaving wasn’t entirely his choice*. If this was the case, I can certainly imagine him not wanting to come out to his dad for fear of his reaction and completely losing all chance of that father-son relationship they’re both trying so hard to keep. It can seem easier to live in secret than risk the reality of loss. So while the meta-gene likely wasn’t the main thing he was angry about in S2, it was able to become a physical thing he could blame and focus his anger on - without having to think about where his issues truly lied… Though with a bit of time it also became the thing he was comfortable conveying his feelings through...

“I’ve learned to accept, even love my meta-abilities”

I love this line so much and it’s all because of the delivery by Freddy Rodrigues. There is the slightest hint of a pause before he says “meta-abilities”, which gives the impression he was about to say something else before then remembering himself and who he was talking to. Then there’s the small inflecion he put on “love”, which makes it sound like it’s the first time he’s heard himself say the words out loud. I don’t hear him talking about the gene - I hear him talking about finally accepting himself - all of himself - for the first time in maybe ever and finally feeling happy because of it. I hear growth... From being the angry 14-year-old skater who just wanted to run away and escape any way he could. To the 16-year-old councillor/Outsider jumping straight into the danger to protect and inspire those who need it. Both he and Bart are such strong characters with so much more to be seen - especially when it comes to the insecurities which lie behind their masks. They both compliment each other pretty perfectly - both powers-wise and personality-wise - meaning while they try to hide themself from others, I don't think it'll take long for them to realise they can't hide from each other.

Anywho, that’s all the speculatary nonsense I’ve got for today. This turned into such a patchwork of vaguely linkable thoughts I’ve had which barely relate to the one I started with - but that is usually how it goes. Take it as you will…

Also, completely unrelated to YJ, but Bi Tim Drake now exists in dc canon which is really cool - seeing all of the joy it’s sparked has really given me something to smile about this week… There is hope after all. 🌈

— LB ⚡️☀️

* OK so here’s a little random snapshot into the chaos of my mind— as I was writing the Ed stuff I had a scene pop into my head of Ed finally -for whatever reason- having to tell his dad that he didn’t leave his abuelo’s home - he got kicked out. His dads confused about this and asks Why? What did you do? And Ed’s like Nothing… I didn’t do anything wrong… he just… found out something. So Seniors like Found out what Eduardo? And Ed’s getting really nervous now because he doesn’t want to say it - That I, um… I’m… Senior step a fraction closer as he picks up on Ed’s anxiety but remains an appropriate distance - Son? Then after a tensening silence he finally says it - sounding the most vulnerable he has ever been - I’m gay… The silence is there again, heavy and unnerving, neither saying a word. Ed can’t move as he’s lock in his elders unreadable glare. Expecting the worse his head drops to take in the floor - anything that isn’t the disappointment ahead - he feels the urge to disappear burning up inside him - consuming him. Then just as he’s about to escape he’s suddenly grounded by a steadying hand rooting itself on his shoulder. Tentatively he lifts his gaze to witness his father, there, with nothing but love and support in his eyes - Mijo. The clamping in his chest dissipates as all the tension escapes at once, along with the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Ed embraces his dad and the elder embraces his son. Together. A family.

Anyway. That’s probably a load of rubbish but hey my minds full of it… but basically I really want to see a tender moment between Ed and his dad. For whatever reason. Something where Ed’s in a vulnerable state and in need of some emotional support from his father - and without hesitation his father steps up - because that’s what we haven’t seen from them yet. It would perfectly portray the strength of their relationship as father and son - despite their previous struggles - and prove that Senior is willing to support his son no matter the situation as the father - not just the scientist. Its the final step in their healing journey and I wanna see it so bad!!

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Secrets (Five) || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: as time goes on at the compound, you begin to come to terms with your new abilities and your relationship with your husband, bucky

a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay, but i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: pregnancy if you squint

Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four

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"You might have to get a matching set of earrings, but I don’t think it’s too shabby.” Nat said, leaning back in her seat.

Playing with the newly gifted bracelet on your wrist, you chuckled.

“I guess it could be worse.” You joked. “And this is supposed to stop me from... you know... turning the whole room to ice?”

“Not stop-” Bruce corrected you. “Control. We’re never going to be able to... reverse... what happened, but at least this will help you control it.”

Nodding your head along with what he was saying, your eyes strayed from your wrist to your husband standing against the far wall of the lab, his arms crossed and eyes focused on you.

The two of you hadn’t spoken to each other since the first day you had woken up from being captured and he had held you in his arms. You were still struggling with coming to terms with who your husband was and even who you were. Knowing you needed your space, he had respected your wishes, keeping a painful distance from you for the past three days since you had woken up in the icy room of the Compound.

His eyes snapping away from yours, they landed on an article of clothing laying on one of the countertops in the lab.

“What’s that?” He asked, speaking up for the first time that day.

You, Bruce, Nat and Sam glanced at one another before your eyes landed on the suit on the table. Crossing your arms, you focused your attention at the ground.

“A suit.” Bruce clarified.

“Yeah, no shit.” Bucky said, picking up the cloth. “For who?”

“For me.” You said, speaking up, still not meeting your husband’s eyes.

An awkward silence hung in the room for a brief moment after your confession, before Bucky found his voice again.

“Can I talk to you outside?” He asked, pushing open the doors of the lab.

Nodding, you said nothing before following close behind your husband into the hallway of the Compound. When situated outside, you looked up at him.

“What?” You asked.

“What?” He repeated. “Don’t ‘what’ me, Y/n. Since when did you start having them make you a suit? I thought once this was all over you wanted to go home.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms.

“I never said that.” You said. “You just assumed that. I mean, what do you want me to do, Buck? I have abilities that other people don’t have. I can’t just go home after this and pretend like this isn’t a part of me anymore- like this never happened. I have these abilities and I should use them for good. I have to. You don't have to worry about me. I made this choice for myself.”

Staring at the resolve written all over your face, Bucky laced his fingers into his hair, tugging the short strands.

He understood what you were saying. He understood that you felt a responsibility to do good, but he thought of himself too- how he fell into the position he was in now.

He didn’t make the choice to be an Avenger. The choice had been made for him the moment he fell from that train and was taken into the hands of Hydra. He wanted better for you than a life you hadn’t chosen. He wanted better for you than a life where you were constantly risking your life and wondering if you would live to see another day.

He wanted more for himself than losing the love of his life because of a sense of duty.

“You don’t choose to go into stuff like this, Y/n.” Bucky said, unlacing his fingers from his hair and throwing his arms in the air. “You’re forced. You can still get out of this, doll. Don’t stay because you feel like you have to- you don’t owe anybody anything. You have the choice to go home and forget about all this and that’s what most people like me wish for.”

“Fine, you know what?” You said, throwing your hands up in the air. “You’re right. I don’t have a choice. I was forced into this shit because I didn’t know who I married and some guy tried to kill me because of it. Don’t stand there and act like you know what’s good for me when you’re the whole reason I’m in this mess.”

Slipping the bracelet off of your wrist, you held it between your fingers and watched as the floor below you began to turn to ice at your feet and frost started to coat the bracelet in your hand.

“Look at this, Buck.” You said, waving the bracelet. “Look at this! You think I can just go home and pretend like I wouldn’t turn you into a fucking popsicle if this was off for more than two minutes? I can’t pretend like this isn’t happening to me and if I have the chance to do something good with it then I will.”

Watching Bucky’s eyes soften as he stared at you, you slipped the bracelet back onto your wrist, the ice melting away with it. Shaking his head, you watched as the angry demeanor that he had been portraying seconds ago faded away as his shoulders relaxed and his hands went still at his sides.

“I just want what’s best for you.”

The way his voice cracked as the words slipped out of his mouth and he could barely meet your eyes made your heart tug in your chest. You knew he didn’t mean you any harm. You knew even after everything that he was just looking out for you, but you also knew that he had a clouded sense of what was right and wrong for you.

Relaxing your shoulders, you slowly walked over to your husband, resting your hand on his bicep.

“I know that, Buck.” You said softly, urging him to meet your eyes. “But when are you going to realize that you don’t know what that is?”

Looking into the room through the window of the door, you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist, all the thoughts of what could go wrong running through your mind. Feeling the cold touch of vibranium wrap around your wrist, you stopped your fidgeting.

“Stop worrying, Y/n.” Bucky said from beside you. “Everything is gonna be fine.”

“What? I’m not worried.” You lied.

“You’re joking, right?” He asked, a hint of a smile gracing his face and what you would even call a chuckle slipping from his mouth. “At our wedding you twisted your engagement ring the whole time and remember when you took those pregnancy tests for Grant? You spent the whole time messing with that stupid bracelet on your wrist I was worried your skin was gonna turn red. Even that little- God what is it called? That thing Becca made for Mother’s Day last year?”

“Are you talking about that macaroni necklace?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes!” Bucky exclaimed, snapping his fingers when you finally said the name. “That thing. You were messing with that thing so much that when you saw me hit my head on the cabinet door you snapped the pasta right in your hand.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about.

Your kitchen sink had stopped working properly that day and rather than call an actual plumber, your husband had insisted that he knew what he was doing and he would be able to fix it just fine. You watched as he worked, his head inside the cabinet as you leaned against the countertop fiddling with your newly gifted necklace from your daughter around your neck.

When water began to shoot out of the pipe, your husband cursing as water blasted his face, he attempted to pull away, knocking his head on the doorframe on the way out. As soon as you heard his shout, you felt the piece of macaroni shatter in your fist as you squeezed it tightly.

“Oh God, Buck are you okay?” You asked.

“God damn it!” He cursed again. “This hurts like shit.”

“Are you bleeding?” You asked, now standing in the puddle of water that coated the floor.

Pulling his hand away from the spot on his head that he had just hit and not seeing any blood, he shook his head.

Breathing a sigh of relief knowing that you wouldn’t have to be making a trip to the hospital that day, you took in the scene around you as the water continued to spray out of the pipe flooding the floor of your kitchen.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?” He asked looking up at you, you just now noticing the droplets of water coating his eyelashes and face.

“Can we call a plumber now?”

Looking around him and the puddle of water he was sitting in, he sighed, giving in.

“Yes, doll.”

“You know, it’s kind of funny thinking about it now.” You chuckled to yourself. “I was worried about you hitting your head on a cabinet and you’ve survived shit that only happens in movies.”

As Bucky laughed along with what you had just said, you stared up at your husband, catching the smile that had crossed his face for the first time in a week, noticing now the dark circles under his eyes and the scruff that hadn’t been shaved in days. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept since the last time you laid in bed beside him. You hadn’t checked the mirror yet, but you could guess that you didn’t look much different.

“I guess I am kind of worried.” You confessed.

“I know, but there’s nothing to worry about. I promise.”

For the first time since you had found out about his double life, you trusted in what he said.

When you nodded your head you felt as his hand brushed along your back, resting in the curvature of your spine. With his free hand, he slowly opened the door of the room, revealing your son and Sam on the other side.

Upon hearing the door open, your son’s head darted from the table he was sitting at towards where you were standing in the doorway. As soon as his eyes landed on you, you watched as he pushed himself away from the table, the metal chair he was sitting on scraping against the floor, practically toppling over as he hopped out of it and ran into your arms.

“Oof!” You grunted as his arms wrapped around you, his face digging into your stomach. “Miss me?”

He nodded against your stomach.

“You have a great kid.” Sam said, sitting in his spot at the table your son had just been at, coffee in hand. “Your daughter too, but this one gives me a kick.”

“Yeah?” You asked chuckling and as soon as you did your son pulled away from your embrace.

“I was so scared ‘cause I thought that those guys killed you, but then Dad came back with Captain America and Black Widow and then we came here and-” Your son began rambling, throwing his arms in the air wildly. “And then yesterday Captain America let me fly-”

“You took my son flying?” Bucky asked Sam beside you.

“Depends on what you consider flying.” Sam shrugged taking another sip of coffee.

“-and then I got to play with the shield and it’s so cool, Mom!” Grant finished saying, catching his breath.

“Wow buddy that sounds... dangerous.” You said eyeing Sam while ruffling your son’s hair. “But I’m glad you had fun!”

Just then you heard the door on the far side of the room open, Natasha emerging with your daughter in her arms. The first to move was Bucky making his way over to Natasha, taking his girl into his arms and bringing her over to you.

“Hi sleepy girl.” You cooed, reaching out for your daughter who had clearly just woken up from a nap.

When your hands met her skin, however, she quickly pulled way from your touch, curling more into her father’s chest.

“Your hands are too cold, Mommy.”

Practically feeling your heart shatter in your chest, you looked up to meet Bucky’s eyes just as downcast as yours. Pulling yourself away from your daughter, you clasped your hands together, biting back the pain that you felt from her rejection.

Noticing how you began backing away, Bucky frantically took his daughter’s hand in his vibranium one, staring down at her.

“C’mon your mom’s hands aren’t that cold, right?” He asked. “What about mine. You always say my metal one is cold, right bug?”

Resting her head against his chest, she shook her head.

“Buck, it’s fine. She's right.” You eased, backing away from everyone towards the door. “Does anybody else feel hot in here? It’s really hot. I think I’m just gonna take a breather outside-”

“Y/n-” Bucky called.

“It’s okay, I’m just gonna slip outside real quick.”You said, pulling on the handle of the door and swinging it open. “I’ll be right back.”

Before anybody could protest further, you stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind you. As you walked down the hallway, you were realizing for the first time that you didn’t recognize this place and you didn’t know where you were going. The more you thought about it, you barely recognized anything anymore and you didn’t know where you were going to go from where you were right now.

How did you end up here? How did you go from having some guy across the bar from you catch your eye to pacing down the hallways of the Avengers Compound, ice flowing through your veins? Frustrated, tired and confused, you felt a sob you didn’t even realize was there catch in your throat. Throwing your hand to your mouth, you leaned against the hallway wall, feeling tears begin to fog your vision.

“Y/n?” Bucky called, following you down the hallway. “You know Becca’s weird like that sometimes. She just woke up and was tired and cranky-”

“James, it’s fine.” You said.

After a brief pause, you heard his voice again, the tone more shaky than the last.

“Y/n...”

“Buck I said-”

“Y/n watch out!” He shouted.

Shooting away from the wall, your head darted to the big windows at the end of the hall, an unfamiliar object coming straight towards them from the outside.

Before you could even have time to discern what was happening, you watched as the glass of the large windows shattered across the hallway and heard them hit the floor, small bits nicking your skin along the way. You listened as loud beeps emitted from the device, growing quicker by the second.

Snapping your attention back to Bucky, both of your eyes wide, the last thing you recalled was the feeling of his hands securing the back of your head and your lower back as you fell to the ground.

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Spring Showers & Autumn Breezes

Pairing - Felix x Noona Reader (By a year)

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers.

Warnings - Suggestive Dialogue, Virgin reader, Slight spit kink, Mostly vanilla, Female receiving oral, Soft Dom Lix, I got hella carried away.

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6 months ago

You were always a perfect student who never had time to focus on making friends or hanging out with people after school. You always had your nose in a book thanks to the constant orders to only focus on studying by your parents.

You graduated early and inherited your father's business, becoming one of the youngest business owners in Korea. This intimidated many people, some of your customers and employers not even being able to look you in the eyes.

But one day when you took over as cash due to an emergency a pregnant employee had. The song God's menu played across the speakers in your store, you enjoyed Stray Kids' music it made you feel free and not have to build up any walls.

You were bouncing along to the Chorus in your 6 inch heels, restocking the bottles of perfume behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" A familiar deep voice called, the freckled idol smiled at you once you turned around.

It was Lee Felix from Stray Kids, holding two of your personal favorite colognes in his hands. They were your favorite ever since your father first let you sample them when you were thirteen. They weren't strong and one smelled like a cool autumn breeze while the other smelled like spring showers.

"Just the two?" You asked, bagging them gently in a paper bag.

You hoped that the idol didn't notice your awkward and stiff dancing as you stocked the shelf behind you. But the soft smile that stayed on his lips said otherwise.

"Aren't you the owner of this business?" He asked, looking at your name tag which was the only one with a last name...the same last name that matched the businesses.

"Yeah, I inherited it from my father. I'm covering for a cashier at the moment. But I don't mind, it's rarely ever busy in here." You answered, adjusting the already tight ponytail you've kept up for the whole day.

"This store is actually one of my favorites. I love the plushie selection here, they are all relatively cheap." Felix

You softly chuckled at his love for the child like items, secretly knowing that he had a love for plushies. Felix was your bias, his sunshine like and free spirit personality always caught your attention. You knew it was due to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.

"My personal favorite is the No Face plush we have on the top shelf." You reveal, catching his bright gaze.

He shyly grinned at your gaze, almost as if he was waiting for you to finally open up a bit and relax. Felix has visited the store many times, only seeing you come out of your office once or twice... And each time you had a cold expression and had this unapproachable wall built around you.

"Would you like your receipt with it?" You asked, slowly beginning to crawl back into your shell.

"No, but I would like to see you more often." Felix murmured, sliding you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on with a pink pen.

Before you could even reply, the bright younger idol already had a foot out of the door. You had just gotten your biases number... What the hell were you going to do or say if you even called or texted him.

Two months ago

"Lee Felix, is that my coat?" You question, a serious gaze in your eyes as you crossed your arms.

"I'm sorry Noona... It's just so comfy." He whines, tucking his cold hands into the pockets of your VERY expensive coat.

Ever since Felix has been beginning to visit you, he always seems to either steal your clothes or your snacks. You weren't too fond of his new habits and wanted your clothes returned since you barely had any left in your closet.

"Okay okay okay... You can have the coat but you must return my Hello Kitty hoodie tomorrow." You demanded, ruffling his chocolate brown locks.

He rested his head on your lap as you sat down next to him, his arms latched around your waist as he snuggled in closer. You weren't used to affection at all, the closest thing you got to it throughout your life was a pat on the back and a high five.

"You're such a pain sometimes." You sigh, cautiously raking through his hair which caused him to smile.

"Two things, you wouldn't invite me over if I was such a pain. And how am I a pain if I just cuddle you the whole time and chat." He countered, a sly glimmer brushing over his tapioca pearl eyes.

"You steal my stuff all the time." You explain, pointing at your coat which he was currently wrapped in.

"I don't steal everything."

"Name five things."

"Fine, your cat."

"You have joked about stealing him."

"Your food."

"You do all the time Lix."

"....... Oh! I've got one! Ha!"

"Fine, tell me then... I'm sure you're wrong."

"Your sex toys."

You gasped out loud, slapping his arms countless times as he laughed by how red your face turned. He never told you knowing you'd get embarrassed, but he found your bucket of toys last time he visited when he was searching for your extra fluffy blanket to take a cat nap in.

"How many did you see?" You asked, your tone much softer and bordering on shy sounding.

"Enough to know that you're a sub who has a lot of kinks." He teased, winking playfully as he was adoring you bashful state.

Felix found himself admiring your bashful state a bit too much, almost finding it cute by how blushy you were from the topic. He felt an urge to kiss your flaming cheeks, but held back not knowing if you'd take his feelings too well.

"I'll let you keep the Hello Kitty sweater if you never mention my sex toys again." You reason, slightly taken aback when you realize how long he's been staring at you.

Felix nodded, feeling slightly bad for making you so shy. But he made up for his teasing with a soft yet tight hug, still smelling of the cologne he bought when you first met. This time it was just the autumn breeze, which brought you a wave of comfort you weren't used to and never felt before.

1 week ago

You've found yourself admiring everything Felix did, to the way he pouted playfully when you rejected a hug or to the way his tone changed when you were feeling down. Everything about this man made your heart go into a frenzy, and you had no idea anyone was capable of doing this.

You've grown attached to Felix and feel lonely when he isn't with you, you've even considered asking him to move in with you.

"Hello? Earth to y/n." Felix commented, breaking you out of your lovesick gaze.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired from work." You half ways lied, truthfully tired but secretly just admiring the natural beauty of your close friend.

He smiled softly, brushing away some of the loose strands of hair that covered your face. His hands were always so warm and gentle, acting as if your were made of glass that could shatter at any moment. Any time he touched you it either warmed your heart or created a small pool in your panties.

"Why don't I tuck you into bed, and we can watch something till you fall asleep." Felix reassured, a hushed voice but the deepness still present during certain words.

You were in an oversized shirt with small lacy panties, Felix admired your beauty but didn't see it as sexual tension or sexual period. He just found you gorgeous no matter what you did or what you wore. And has even felt sexual tension with you more than once, but that was a different time and place than it was at the moment.

You didn't need to watch anything to fall asleep with Felix wrapped behind you. His voice alone was enough for you to completely destress and feel the hard work you've been doing finally catch up to you.

You were passed out asleep so you didn't notice Felix placing fluttering kisses all over your cheeks before he fell asleep wrapped around you. His head completely nuzzle into the crook of your neck, every hot breath he let out fanned onto your skin.

You woke up the next morning cold, not realizing you were missing a warm presence you never knew was even there. The moment you opened your eyes you were met with a warm dish of pancakes and a small note

'I had to leave for work but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the food - Felix.'

You giggled into the pillow next to you, fully aware that you were head over heels for the younger Aussie. You never thought you'd be attracted to someone younger until you met him, but you didn't mind since it was only by a year. You smushed your blushing face into his pillow, taking in the scent of the spring breeze cologne.

Now

It was hot outside, so much so that you thought you were going to melt into the couch. You didn't think Felix would be home until tomorrow when it was supposed to be cooler outside, so you stayed in your underwear and bra while sitting in front of the fan. Your hair and body were soaked from the cold shower you just took, and you knew if he walked in it would look rather... Sensual.

"Y/n, I know I'm home early but I brought cak-" Felix exclaimed, stopping mid sentence once he saw you and nearly dropped the cake.

You would've covered yourself with a blanket if it weren't for the fact that all of them were in a basket in your room since it was so warm out. You weren't in any lingerie or anything fancy, just a pink bra and cute heart panties. Which somehow made it worse for Felix.

"Why do you always do this?" Felix sighed rushing to the kitchen to place the cake in the fridge.

You were confused as to what you did, knowing you rarely ever show skin on purpose unless it comes to a situation like this where you would pass out from the heat if you wore something too thick. So you followed Felix to the kitchen, not really caring that you still had bare minimum on.

"What do I do?" You ask, your tone was serious but on the inside you were worried you annoyed the man you secretly adored.

"You tease me." He retorted, still confusing you since you again... Never purposely do.

"What do yo-"

"Y/n, you're in your underwear with wet hair and still slightly wet skin while sitting on the couch squirming in front of the fan. And yesterday you bent over me so your chest was literally in my face when you were reaching for a book you wanted to read. I like you a lot... And it takes every ounce of sanity in me to not take you right then and there. And when you cuddle into me during movie nights, or call me Lixie, or laugh at the lamest joke that no else is laughing at, or the way you scrunch your nose when you are annoyed... It makes me want to call you mine and I just want to kiss every inch of you and dose you in love. And it's hard when I truly don't know if you feel the same. "

"Lix I-"

"And you are so damn hard to read, one day you're all over me and the next you barely even give me a glance. And plus you probably don't want to date someone who's younger than you, your friends have even told me that and listed the men you have been with... Which have all been older than you. "

"Felix-"

"But it's hard to stay silent and act like I don't see you as a goddess who I want to be with and be called her boyfriend. Especially when you always wear strawberry chapstick and apply it to your already soft lips. And when you let out a sigh and completely let go whenever I hug you. Or how you can never sleep without holding onto something so you've gotten used to holding me, Instead of your stuffed No Face plushie that I bought you the day after I first met you.

"Yongbok-"

"Goddammit I love you, I love you so much and if I'm being honest I don't know if I can keep pretending like I'm alright just being you're friend or-"

Before he passes out from ranting so much you shut him up in a very satisfying way. You kissed the lips you've been craving for the past six months, and they felt better meshing with yours than you ever imagined. His hands were shaking for all of the built up emotions he just let out seconds ago, but you didn't stop kissing him until he got to calm down and realize you loved him too.

"Lixie, I love you too. And I would love to be your girlfriend." You murmured in a hushed tone, only inches away from his face as you both were still holding onto each other.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, a small playful glint sparkling in them when they reconnected once more. But a new wave a confidence was in this kiss, he cornered you against the counter as he began to nibble on your lip.

You've been with many guys before, but none of them have ever seen you naked or had sex with you. The farthest you have gone with someone was with your ex boyfriend Jaebum, who was your first makeout session and taught you how to use your tongue like a professional porn star.

Felix began leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw line and neck, only stopping to suck and bite on sensitive spots of your flesh. Painting purple and red marks along your neck and collarbone. Just as his lips were diving into the valley of your breasts, he stopped himself and looked up at you.

"Are you okay with this. Because we can stop at anytime." He reassured, brushing away the wet pieces of hair that stuck to your face.

Everything felt fast and many people would think it was too soon, but you felt so comfortable with Felix and have had feelings for him since you first met. So it felt right, and your heart didn't feel any bit of anxiety when it came to letting Felix take you.

"I'm alright with it, but can we go to the bedroom?" You teased, not wanting your first time to be a serious fifty shades esc time.

He beamed you a kind smiles, lacing his hands with yours as he guided you to your bedroom. Which was lightly messy but still comfortable and tidy enough to not be considered gross. Felix detached from your grip to shut the dark curtains and close the door behind you.

"B-before we continue... Can I tell you something if you promise not to tease me?" You ask, a bit ashamed that your a virgin even though it wasn't uncommon for someone your age who is still considered quite young.

Felix nodded gently, his hands stroking up and down your arms as he waited for you to confess what you were hesitant on telling him.

"I'm a virgin... I haven't even been eaten out before." You sigh, not looking up at his eyes even though he didn't find it lame in the slightest.

"Don't be ashamed of it y/n, it just means I'll have to make it more special." He whispered, his lips pressing soft fluttering kisses to your cheeks as his hands roamed your back.

With that knowledge in mind, Felix rushed to the bathroom to steal the candles and rose petals you always store for your saturday bubble bath routine. He lit two on each bedside table and sprinkled a few rose petals across the bed and pillows.

Felix took your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto his lap as he grinned at your softly. His tongue peeked out of his lips to wet them, before he pressed them against your once more. This time it still had the same confidence but it was much softer and slower. As if he wanted to take his time with you and make it memorable.

You bit his bottom lips lightly testing the waters to see if you were allowed permission, he groaned as your hips grinded against his growing erection. You didn't even realize what you were doing to him until he pushed your core closer to his clothed cock. The bulge in his jeans grinding against your clothed clit deliciously.

Your tongues were clashing in each other's mouth messily, you would suck on his tongue briefly as his licked striped on the roof of your mouth. You were whispering in the kiss, beginning to rut against him to enhance the euphoric feeling that made your clit begin to throb.

"Do want to feel something even better sweetheart?" He teased, bucking his hips into yours making you fall into him.

Felix flipped you over, stripping away his shirt and jeans. You've never seen him shirtless before, and truly was a heavenly sight with his gorgeous slim yet very toned body and matched with strong dancer thighs. Before he could ask for permission, you sat up slightly, unbuckling your bra and throwing it onto the floor. You both went in for a feverish kiss, both of you groaning and whimpering as you rutted against each other like bitches in heat.

He began to kiss down your neck, reaching the valley of your breasts until his lips hovered over your right nipple. He spit a small drop of saliva onto the erupt bud, before he engulfed it with his lips. Swirling it in circles it his tongue before letting go of it completely with a small pop.

You could feel the wetness in your core begin stain your panties. You moaned airily, running your fingers through his hair as he payed the same attention to your left nipple. He softly grazed his teeth across the very tip of the erect bud only to chuckle softly as let out a desperate moan that went straight to his throbbing bulge.

Felix began kissing his way down your tummy, sometimes switching between giving small kitty licks as he reached closer to where you needed him most. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs until you were completely nude in front of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization that you were about to be eaten out hammered itself in your brain. So many worries slipped into your brain, did you shave enough? What if you smelled? What if you tasted bad? But all of it left when hit tongue first flicked against your clit. All you could see was stars as he sent you into euphoria.

You've never felt such pleasure before, it was almost intimidating by how good it felt. You were on the brink of screaming when he began to sickle on your clit and dark his tongue harsher into it. Small shrieks left your mouth as he lapped your pussy, switching his attention between your leaking hole and throbbing clit. When you were beginning to murmur how close you were, he decided to take the next step and stiff your hole with his fingers. He let them scissor you so that you would eventually get used to the stretch, he sucked on your clit harsher to try and distract you from the stretch of his two fingers.

You got use to his fingers and your loud shrieks of pleasure returned as they began to slowly dark in and out of your leaking hole. The sinful noises of slurping and squelching only making you come closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I-I'm cumm-" You couldn't even finish your seltence before he drove his fingers in and out of you sending you into an intense haze of pure pleasure.

Your legs shook as you came down from your high, Felix pulling you closer to his body as he calmed you down from your first actual orgasm.

"Do you want to stop here?" Felix whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair completely ready to ignore his needs and take care of you.

You shook your head softly, knowing you could take at least one more orgasm before calling the quits. Plus you truly wanted to see the man you've fallen in love with naked, but you would be very bashful if you admitted to it.

"I want to go the full way." You whispered, playing with his boxers causing him to moan rather loudly. Surprising both of you when it it happened.

This just proved how hard he truly was and how thoughtful and gentle he was with you, completely subsiding his own aching needs just to make sure you were okay and got what you wanted.

You pushed him to the bed, smirking confidently as you shimmed his boxers out from under him and threw them to god knows where in the room. Felix was about to protest on you riding him, wanting to take control and make sure your needs are met. But it was too late, since you were already sinking onto him.

The stretch was bearable, it was definitely a feeling that took time to get used to. So you sat there on his lap completely filled to the brim with his dick, Felix sat up wrapping his arms around you and letting you you slump into his body. After a couple of minutes he began to guide you up and down his length slowly.

The pain was beginning to mix with pleasure, before the pleasure completely took over. You began bouncing up and down his shaft with a faster pace, Felix now beginning to fall into your body as the pleasure was catching up to him.

You were so tight and so warm, it was nearly impossible to keep his composure when you felt so good. You were both holding onto each other as you both chased your highs, your hips experimenting by grinding down fully till you were full and swirling them around softly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he mumbled absolute nonsense. His hand went back to your overstimulated clit, drawing rough circles, making you scream in pleasure as tears brimmed your eyes. Your clenching became tighter and more frequent, you increased the pace until you had to stop from the intense pleasure you were feeling. The the tight clench around him made his chase his high only seconds after.

Felix pulled out before spaying white ribbons onto your thighs. Both of you shaking and sticking together from the sweat you have both created due to the body heat.

Felix laid you back down onto the bed, grabbing a tissue from your nightstand as he ruffled rose petals out of his hair and swiping some off of his shoulder. He softly wiped his mess off of your thighs, and took a different tissue to wipe the rest of the remaining cum that was pooled in your core. He rubbed your legs reassuringly when you twitched at the sudden constant, too stimulated and finding it a bit much.

"Are you tired?" Felix asked, noticing the way you cuddled into your pillow.

You nodded without saying a word, but yet still smiling like an idiot. The thoughts of finally losing your virginity, and losing it to a complete angel of a man who you've been doting on for months. It was all so exciting and you couldn't stop the smile on your face even if it began to hurt your cheeks a tiny bit.

He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pulling you up to lift his shirt onto you, his lips leaving a small kiss to the tip of your nose by how cute you looked in his clothes. He cuddled behind you, rubbing shaped onto your tummy as he pressed kisses to your neck, jaw, and cheeks. All of the energy that was drained from you along with the calming presence of your new boyfriend made you fall asleep in an instant.

Felix looked at you one last time before he fell asleep, smiling to himself knowing that you were so special and were going to be the one for him.

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cheegu3 · 2 years

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Hello is your request open? if it's open can you do a yandere taehyun that in his 30's and Y/N is 32 years old. I want to see a yanderer story though that features adult characters :< But I know you can do it!

heyy they’re always open I just take a little longer at times to make posts bc of school and stuff :) thank you for requesting!!

TW / trigger warning; Yandere themes, stalking & obsession, bit of slut-shaming, sexual themes, violence

a/n: I wrote this kinda like the ‘’you-show ‘’ format I hope u like it ;-;

wc: about 700

~ Yandere Taehyun x Y/N - hello neighbour~

Hello neighbour!

It’s me again. We’ve never actually spoken but I feel like we really know each other. This routine we’ve fallen into; of you waking up at 7:37 exactly and going to work, as I stand there from my window watching you.

If you’ve seen me, do you like it? Why else are you wearing such revealing outfits going to a job like yours? Your an accountant...unless you’re dating one of those fuckers there I WILL KILL THEM

Taehyun angrily scratched over the whole letter and crumbled it up. It was stupid anyway, there was no way you knew about his feelings or that you’d even reciprocate them.

He had tried to move on though, he really had. Months of forcing himself to not wake up when you did just to watch you leave, months of putting his photos of you in the bottom of his drawers - but yet it was all torturing him.

Most of all was the idea of you being with another man, loving you and touching you like he was supposed to - like he deserved to!

He would take care of you so well. How couldn’t you see that? Instead of saying hello to him couldn’t you, try to really see him like the way he saw you?

Eight months. It had been eight months since you had moved in. You had said nothing but greetings to each other and he was getting impatient and paranoid, barely sleeping anymore as he listened each night for voices coming from your room.

There weren’t any, you were mostly alone except for a few friends coming around sometimes.

He had to have you soon - it felt like he was dying. But at the same time he didn’t wanna take the first step, too scared that you’d reject him.

A month later, Taehyun had stopped showing up for work. He was barely surviving; eating, showering and drinking just enough to keep breathing. The remaining hours of the day and night he’d spend in his head, obsessively thinking about you with his ear pressed to the wall.

When it was getting closer to a year, he had had enough. His boss was furious, unanswered calls and texts were blowing up his phone but he didn’t care, all he cared about was you.

He decided to finally talk to you, finally he’d hear something other than ‘’ hello ‘’ leave your lips that was meant for him to hear and only him.

He closed his door carefully and then hurried over to ring the doorbell. The ring it made sounded foreign and weird in the quiet hallway, everyone was probably asleep right now.

You only confirmed this thought when you opened looking like you had just woken up. His eyes traveled down to your body and he spotted a sheer nightgown, perfectly fitting with your puffy eyes and messy hair.

‘‘ H-uh...Hello neighbour! ‘‘ he smiled at you, who only raised your eyebrows in confusion.

‘‘ Is something wrong? ‘‘ his heart started beating faster when your innocent face grew concerned, he had always loved those puppy eyes of yours.

‘‘ No. It’s just that, we haven’t talked much since you moved in ‘‘ Taehyun shrugged looking a little shy.

‘‘ Yeah. I’ve been busy ‘‘ you sounded a bit too cold and it felt like he had gotten slapped in the face.

‘‘ Don’t think I haven’t noticed how your creepily watch me every day ‘‘

An awkward and uncomfortable silence filled the room.

‘‘ Please don’t do it again, I’ll call the police ‘‘

His eyes grew erratic as he stood there for a few moments just staring at you. It looked like he’d break out into a maniacal laughter any second, or maybe lunge at you to kill you, hurt you, make you feel the same pain and rejection he felt right now.

‘‘ I-I have a boyfriend ‘‘ your voice had become a bit unsteadier

Were you scared, dear neighbour?

Don’t worry.

After this, we’ll be together forever. I will no longer have to watch you leave every morning off to work.

And with that he smiled eerily to then lunge at you with an animalistic roar.

#yandere #yandere tomorrow x together #kpop scenarios #stalking #yandere kpop #taehyun

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arrowflier · 3 years

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Fic prompt: How do people who tangentially know Ian react when Gay Jesus goes viral? Do they reach out to Ian/the Gallaghers? Lip's college friends, Milkovich cousins, ROTC classmates, Kash and Linda ... Is Gus Pfender telling someone Gay Jesus was his brother-in-law for 4 seconds? :D

I Heard it Through the Grapevine

“This is a pretty new one,” Gus Pfender said into the mic, sitting onstage at a little bar on the outskirts of New York City. “About a girl I knew a while back. A girl that was totally crazy, you all know the type.” He paused and waited for the knowing laughter to die down.

“No, but really though, she was!” he continued, idly tapping on the neck of his guitar as he talked. “She got me to marry her and everything, then slept with her ex, then tried to marry some other guy before we were even separated! Can you believe that?”

The laughter was more awkward that time, but he didn’t notice.

“Anyway, turns out she came by crazy honestly, runs in the family or something.” Even his band mates were starting to get a little antsy behind him, but he wasn’t quite done throwing his ex under the metaphorical bus.

“Yeah, get this—her little brother started a cult, called himself Gay Jesus or somethin’. Just saw him on the news—he blew up a van!” Gus laughed so hard he almost fell off his stool, but the audience was quiet.

The drummer cleared his throat behind him, and Gus finally got with the program, righting himself and coughing into the mic before saying, “Anyway, here it is; sing along loud if you know it, maybe she’ll hear us all the way back in Chicago.”

And he launched into the opening chords of “Fuck You Fiona”.

In the audience, Mandy Milkovich straightened up at the first round of Fiona’s name echoing around the dimly lit room. Her date—well, her client—touched her arm, and she jerked away before she could remember herself. Remember that she was supposed to like being touched, now.

“Sorry,” she simpered at the short older man, putting her hand on his when he let it fall to the table between them. “You just surprised me, hun.”

She smiled at him sweetly, pressing her tongue to the back of her teeth until it hurt. “Be right back,” she promised him quickly, before standing and grabbing her purse from the back of her chair. “Just need to go freshen up for you.”

She cringed as she said it, but it had the desired effect, the man just waving her away as he turned his attention back to the stage just in time for the rousing chorus of “fuck you”.

As soon as the bathroom door slammed shut behind her, Mandy was leaning over the sink, breathing heavily. Chicago. Fiona. Crazy family. Little brother.

Ian.

She fumbled in her purse for her phone, a sleek black thing that one of her more dedicated clients had bought for her. She swiped past the homescreen that he had set to a picture of the two of them, and opened up her browser.

Ian Gallagher she typed in, holding her breath as the results of the search loaded.

It came out in a single whoosh when she saw it, leaving her limp against the dirty porcelain.

Chicago’s Ian ‘Gay Jesus’ Gallagher Charged with Arson and Destruction of Property read the very top headline. Mandy skimmed the rest through the tears that filled her eyes, not daring to let them fall.

Ian Gallagher, middle child of six, pled guilty by reason of insanity at his trial last week, claiming his unmedicated bipolar disorder was the reason for his irrational behavior.

Oh god, Ian.

Last time she saw him, Ian had his shit together. He had a job, and a boyfriend, and he was taking his meds, and he kept her calm and helped her deal with a fucking body and gave her a place to stay for the night. What had happened since then? How had things gone so wrong for him again?

She didn’t know. She needed to know. She needed to know that he was okay.

Mandy bit her lip, mind racing as she considered her options. None of them were good. Mickey was gone. She didn’t speak to the rest of her family. She could call Iggy, or Colin she supposed, but she wasn’t even sure they weren’t in jail themselves. Besides, if they weren’t, she didn’t want Terry overhearing.

With shaking hands, she dialed a number she had been pretending she didn’t know, instead. A number that she had been trying her best to forget.

Phillip Gallagher picked up on the very first ring.

“Yeah, alright. No, I know, Mandy. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted.”

Lip sighed as he pressed the end call button, rubbing a hand over his face. Joaquin, sitting next to him, blew a stream of smoke in Lip’s face until he straightened again, coughing.

“The hell was that for, asshole?” he asked, waving the smoke away. “You know how much shit I’m gonna get if Tami smells that on me?”

Joaquin snorted. “Still can’t believe you shacked up with your baby-mamma, man,” he teased. “You have a kid now, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, well,” Lip muttered, reaching over to steal the joint right out of his hand despite his warnings about the smell. “A lot of things have changed since the last time I saw you.”

No shit. The last time Joaquin had seen Lip Gallagher, he’d been helping him steal money from the high-end startup Lip was working for. Then he’d just disappeared, only to wander into the little cafe where Joaquin liked to take lunch just a few days ago. They’d been catching up a little bit each day since, but Joaquin’s head was still spinning trying to equate this short-haired, run-down family man with the brilliant guy he knew back in the day.

“So, who was that?” Joaquin pried. “Who’s Mandy? You two-timing your girl already, Gallagher?”

“Fuck no,” Lip exclaimed, nearly spitting out the joint. Joaquin snatched it back immediately—the Gallagher he knew never would have risked the good stuff like that.

“No,” Lip repeated more calmly. “I uh, used to date her,” he revealed. “Before I knew you. But that was a long time ago.”

Joaquin nodded. “So what’s she callin’ you for then?”

Lip rubbed at his lip—Joaquin giggled in his head at that thought—and went quiet for a long moment. Joaquin just sat by him and smoked, content to wait it out.

“She was asking about my brother,” Lip answered finally. “They were friends.”

“Which brother?” Joaquin questioned. “The janitor, or the crazy one?”

Lip eyed him oddly. “The janitor is the crazy one,” he said, but Joaquin shook his head.

“No, no,” he rambled, “the little guy, the one you thought was dealin’.”

“Carl?” Lip clarified, and laughed, fingers picking idly at the knee of his jeans. “Nah, Carl’s actually doin’ alright now, I think. It’s Ian. The one you met.”

“What’s goin’ on with him?”

Lip hesitated, and then, “You heard about Gay Jesus?” he asked, and Joaquin felt his eyes go wide. He almost dropped the joint himself this time.

“No way,” he breathed out. “That was him?” He gestured wildly. “With the kids, and the cult, and the van?”

“That was him,” Lip confirmed grimly. “Off his meds, we think. That’s what he says, at least.”

Joaquin whistled, and handed the joint back. “Think you need this more than me right now,” he said.

Lip didn’t disagree when he took it.

Linda looked up when a stranger entered her store, then promptly rolled her eyes and went back to her magazine. The kids were with the sitter and the store was practically empty, so there was no reason not to take some time for herself for once. A single stoner wandering around the aisles wasn’t that much of a concern.

Still, she kept an eye on him as he poked through what they had to offer. He wasn’t bad looking, despite his floppy hair and red-rimmed eyes—reminded her a little bit of a young Kash, even.

She promptly hated herself for thinking of her absent, no-good husband, and hated the stranger in the store for making her do it.

So when he finally came to the counter, holding two bags of chips and a Red Bull, she might have been just a tad ruder than normal.

“Put it on the counter,” she ordered gruffly when he just stood there, staring into space.

“Whoa, yeah, sorry, sorry,” he rambled, doing as he was bid. “Just came from visiting a buddy, guess I left my mind behind a bit, huh?” He giggled. A grown man just giggled in her store.

“Maybe you know them, the Gallaghers?” He continued while she rang him up. Her hands barely paused when she heard the name. That was a long time ago, and they didn’t come here anymore.

The stoner was still talking, though. “Man they’ve had some bad luck, you know?” He shook his head. “First with Lip’s stuff, now his brother again?”

Linda stilled, bag of chips still in hand.

“Which brother?” she asked despite herself. She shouldn’t care, but somehow she still did. That little shit had stolen her husband, got his boyfriend shot in her store, and bailed on her with no warning, but when he had been there, he had been good to her. Helped her run the store, even helped her with the kids if she begged. She’d been sad to hear it when he went off the rails, but the rumor around town was that he was doing better, now.

“The crazy red-haired one,” the stoner answered, and she guessed a rumor was all it had been. “They call him Gay Jesus now, he blew up a van and everything.”

“Ten seventy-five,” she told him, not commenting any more on the topic. It wasn’t her business.

But as the stranger walked out the door, leaving her to her magazine again, she considered sending some sort of basket to the Gallagher house. For old time’s sake.

She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the bell over the door ring a second time as someone else hurried out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Iggy Milkovich muttered to himself as he rushed off down the street away from the Kash’N’Grab, forgetting to even steal anything in his hurry.

Ian fucking Gallagher. Gay fucking Jesus. How had nobody around him seen that coming?

Iggy remembered when Ian was living with them, before he went crazy the first time. Or while he went crazy the first time? Who fucking knew, that kid was always off the rails if he thought taking up with Iggy’s kid brother right under Terry’s nose was a good fucking idea.

But there was that one time, when things were mostly still going good, when he remembered hearing Mickey talk to his boy about crashing some funeral. A funeral for a fairy soldier that Ian knew when he was going by his brother’s name out at bootcamp. They’d come home from that thing with Ian practically vibrating, bouncing off the walls with fury at the protest they had wandered into, and he had seen the way it made Mickey freak out.

Mickey was in Mexico now. Iggy knew that. Everybody fucking knew that, even if they pretended they didn’t. And it was a bad fucking idea for him to find out about this, for so many reasons.

But Iggy couldn’t do that to his brother. He couldn’t hide something like this. And if Mickey found out some other way, from someone else…well. There was no saying what stupid shit that fucker might do.

So when he got home, he hit the bong to calm his racing heart. Then he picked up the phone, and dialed a number he wasn’t supposed to know.

“Yeah, thanks Ig,” Mickey said into his burner phone. “I already knew.”

His partner for the day, some new cartel wannabe that got paired up with the Gringo to see how he managed the streets, gave him a weird look as he shoved the phone into the pocket of his jeans.

“Who was that?” the burly man asked, voice rough, and Mickey rolled his eyes.

“Your girlfriend,” he answered dryly. “Wanted to know if I had dropped your ass in the grave yet so we can go fuck in peace.”

The idiot looked like he actually believed it, and Mickey snorted.

“A fuckin’ contact, okay?” he revealed. “And none of your fuckin’ business ‘til you manage to climb the ladder past ‘basic bitch errand boy’, so get the shit and let’s get movin’.”

At least the moron followed instructions.

Mickey wiped a hand over his face while the other man’s back was turned, gathering himself. It was confirmed, then. First by those weird-ass rainbow shirts, and now by Iggy, who wouldn’t lie to him about something like that. Ian Gallagher had gotten himself in trouble, and Mickey wasn’t there to save him this time.

He sighed as his partner came back with the rest of the goods, and they set off to a new position on the next corner.

One way or another, it looked like Mickey Milkovich was going back to Chicago.

#this one was really fun #thanks for the cool idea!#forgot the ROTC kids though #daily speedwrite #gay jesus #ian gallagher #gus pfender #mandy milkovich #lip gallagher #joaquin #linda karib #iggy milkovich #mickey milkovich #lots of mentions of the exploding van #not sure how to warn for that but I know somebody asked for warnings for car crashes and car accidents and this might count

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