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famwhy · 11 months

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Inconsistent

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X F!Reader

Synopsis: In which, Hobie Brown confuses the shit out of you.

Note: following up on my last post, here is how I would write Hobie's speech patterns.

"What are you doin' up 'ere?"

Your lids fluttered open, eyes flitting to the side.

He stood there, hands stuffed in those ridiculously high pockets you always criticised with a click of your tongue; criticisms he would respond to with a light, airy laugh that never failed to melt your insides and turn you into a pile of mush.

The glow of the billboard lit him up, coating his silhouette in a warm orange that complimented him so well—bringing out his piercing, dark eyes in ways you had only ever dreamt of.

"I just felt like the ground was getting a little boring." You shrugged, forcibly tearing your gaze away from his intoxicating form to bring it back to the twinkling city below you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Your peripheral caught the sight of those familiar, heavy boots appearing out of nowhere to swing beside your own and, all of a sudden, the bustle of the sparkling street below you was the least of your worries.

Ultimately, you found your eyes trailing back up to his form—breath hitching in your throat as you gazed at him once again.

He was close; much closer than usual. His knees were practically touching your own and the piercings that littered his face glinted under your gaze. Half-lidded eyes stared back at you—a smirk sly enough to make you gulp situated on his handsome face.

"What you sayin'?"

"Hm?" You blinked.

"C'mon, love, I know when some'in's goin' on in that pre'y likkle head of yours." His leg nudged against your own, instantly sending warm tingles through your whole body. "You can chat to me; 'bout anything. You know that."

You almost couldn't help the fond smile that stretched across your lips at his words. "Yeah, I know."

Hobie had always been tender and caring; sweet and kind. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to put it. It was one of the reasons why your legs turned to jelly when around him; one of the many reasons why he absolutely floored you.

He was just so vocal about everything he believed in—held such strong opinions that he was never afraid of voicing out; that he would yell and scream at the top of his lungs about—you had almost found yourself envious of his confidence.

Even his clothes were loud; bold and so incredibly out there. You couldn't ignore his presence even if you wanted to—

—and to be honest, you never really did want to.

"How's the youngen?"

"He's fine, still on my arse about not needing his big sis to coddle him—" you rolled your eyes, "—how're yours?"

"They're 'opeless," snickered the guy, "man's out 'ere lookin' at 'er like she's the only person in the world and they're still not together."

He threw his hands up in his exasperation and you found yourself giggling slightly—you always did at his antics, no matter how ridiculous.

"...what about you?"

He rose a brow. "What about me?"

"You, uh, you have anyone you're thinking about that way?" A sudden rush of nervousness hit you all at once and you found yourself wondering why exactly you decided to open your damn mouth. "Y'know, like a— a girlfriend or something?"

"I don't believe in labels."

He said it—plain and simple—and your heart felt like it shattered in your chest, pieces of broken shards getting stuck to your insides to sting you even further.

"Oh..."

He didn't believe in labels. You probably weren't even on the list of potential lovers for him. Of course, how could you have let yourself hope for anything more?

"There's this one girl though."

You blinked, the rapidly growing pool of salty water in your eyes being desperately put to a halt. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's a nice one—nice personali'y—" he placed one arm against the rough stone of the building, leaning in so close, you could feel the light puffs of his breath against your skin, "—'m thinking of goin' for it."

You wanted to be mad at him, to loathe him for liking another girl while you were so obviously head over heels for him—but in that moment, all you could focus on were his lips and the shockingly short amount of distance between them and your own.

Your heart was beating right out of your chest and you were just so confused. Here he was, talking to you about some girl he was interested in; shattering your heart in a million pieces like some worthless, glass vase—and then he was somehow making the useless shards continue to beat pathetically at just his proximity right after he broke them.

He was just so—

"Mm?!"

Your eyes widened a little, disbelief rendering you unable to move; to respond to the sudden feeling of lips on your own—of his lips on your own.

You. He was talking about you.

Warmth bubbled inside of you—coating your whole form in a lovely sheen of bliss—and soon, your lids fluttered shut as you pushed back against him—reciprocating his passion with your own.

The kiss was sweet and tender, but it soon grew into something more than that. His arm wound around your waist as soon as you kissed back, pulling you flush up against his form and allowing you to feel the heat of his body against your own.

Your fingers made their way to his wild locks, tugging on them as you felt his hands trail down, landing on your arse and pulling you onto his lap—as though just having you right up against him wasn't enough; as though he had to have you closer.

The electricity that ran through your body was enough to coax a smile out of you—one you knew he could feel through the kiss; that you hoped he would reciprocate with just as much love.

And he did, pulling away to rest his forehead against your own—dazed, half-lidded eyes staring straight at you with a mixture between a suggestive smirk and a genuinely joyful smile on his face.

You almost forgot to breathe as you looked at him with just as many pink clouds littered in your gaze—just as much adoration written clearly in your eyes.

"How about it, love?" He asked against your lips, "wanna be mine?"

You giggled dreamily, almost like a little school girl with a crush. "I thought you didn't believe in labels?"

"I don't believe in consistency."

It was official—

—Hobie Brown was the most confusing man you had ever met.

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the-likesofus · 1 year

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Buddie Fic Recs

AKA Talented Mutuals Tuesday

Except I spent so long making this list that the timezones changed over BUT I wanted to show my mutuals some love and now that we are going into the hiatus I thought you might all like a list of quality fics to keep you occupied while there is no new Weewoo show.

I don't know if anyone will actually want to join in on this but if you do the rules are simple:

SHOW YOUR MUTUALS SOME LOVE! Share your favourite fics, (or gifs, edits, literally anything that your very talented mutuals have made), as many or as few as you like but let's share the love around <3

Apologises in advance for the long post btw

@speaknowdiaz I would literally read anything that April writes and would probably sell a limb for the incredible WIPs I know she's still cooking up but here are a couple of my faves:

pining and anticipation (I don't want you like a best friend)

Buck challenges Eddie to try to hit on him after teasing Eddie for not having any ‘game’. This fic is very funny and very soft.

believe in one thing (i won't go away)

This fic hit me straight in the feels. Buck and Eddie go to couples therapy even though they aren't a couple and they work through some stuff.

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@thosetwofirefighters Incredible amazing Nat ily xx

Say It All Out Loud

Eddie comes out to Aunt Pepa after his ‘date’ with Vanessa. I am a little bit biased towards this one because she did write it for me but it's honestly just so good!

How to Cure Boredom: Buckley Edition

The 118 are stuck at the firehouse during a slow shift and Buck entertains them all by mattress-surfing the loft stairs. It’s soft and silly and in the same universe as her other fic Safe in His Arms.

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@loveyourownsmiilee The wonderful amazing Juju not only writes incredible meta and keeps us all fed with Oliver content but Juju also writes wonderful buddie fic.

When Were You Under Me?

Who doesn’t love a Friends AU. This is Buck and Eddie as Ross and Rachel and it is hilarious and so sweet.

You should also check out her Buddie Language Meta if you have not read it before <3

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@elvensorceress Jenwyn’s work always astounds me so be sure to check these out:

Color Him Father, Color Him Love

I will scream from the rafters how much I adore this fic and yes it did make me cry (happy tears). It’s a look into Buck’s head after his sperm donor kid is born and he realizes what Christopher (and Eddie) truly mean to him. I know I have recced this before but it deserves all the love.

Unless You Ask Me To

Eddie dates a man for the first time, and Buck is completely 'Fine'. This is a preemptive rec because it is one chapter away from completion and I have been saving it to binge in one sitting but knowing Jenwyn and her incredible talent I guarantee this will be worth the read.

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@spotsandsocks If anyone’s work is guaranteed to make me sob like a baby (happy, sad, or tears of laughter) it’s Spotty.

Everything But (temptation)

This is Spotty’s newest fic and it's just brilliant. Buck is practicing extreme self-control whilst Eddie is being an irresistible menace.

Could Have, Should Have, Would Have

Buck finally tells Eddie he loves him right before Eddie’s new boyfriend is supposed to meet Christopher. Honestly, all I can say about this fic is that it’s a masterpiece and I screamed many times while reading it.

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@shortsighted-owl Wonderful amazing Owly (Abbi). I appreciate you so and you make my dash so happy xx

Of foam-moustached kisses, and button combinations

For all your sweet domestic buddie needs this is the fic. Eddie is practicing a video game to get better than Chris and Buck makes fun of his ex-technophobe boyfriend.

Also THIS EDIT SET to the lyrics of You’re All That I Have by Snow Patrol make me assdffgghjjklkll

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@lilbuddie Okay, this one is just a brag because Minja doesn’t actually have any fics published yet (side eye) but I wanna make sure she is on everyone’s radar for when she does because yall are not ready for the incredible amazing talent that is this girl’s writing!! So go check out the snippets on her Tumblr and badger her until she finishes something plssssss

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@wheelsupin-five Hi! <3

Almost Almost Almost

This adorable of Buck who is always cold and Eddie warms him up I– asfffghhjkklllll

Under Kitchen Light

SO SOFT! Buck wakes up and Eddie isn't there, Buck finds him in the kitchen.

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@rogerzsteven Simi owns my heart and by that I mean my heart is locked in a cage in Simi’s basement where it is occasionally beaten to a pulp by the most incredibly angsty fics you've ever read.

Cleanse

Buck is extremely nauseous and Eddie takes care of him while I sob over them in a corner.

build me a home underground (free from light and sound)

This fic is so brutal in all the best ways, my heart was in my throat the entire read! Buck gets trapped in a sensory deprivation room while the 118 and Athena race to find him.

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@ashavahishta another incredibly talented mutual of mine

out of ashes

Is it really a Meegs rec list if I don’t rec this fic honestly it's engraved on my soul. This is a criminal minds/greys inspired fic where Buck is kidnapped and tortured until the 118 can find him. This fic is so so well written and means a million things to me I could never explain but pleaseeeee read it!!

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@jobairdxx hello lovely xx

Oh, We Pray to Make it Through the Night

Highly recommend this fic, I do love a near-death experience fic! Buck gets injured on a call and Eddie falls asleep holding vigil at his bedside.

Jules also writes beautiful poetry on Tumblr so go read some of that too <3

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@monsterrae1 MISS RAE! YOU INCREDIBLE THING! <3

love is on its way

I know we’re all a little bit in mourning over the couch theory but it lives on in our hearts and in this fic which has six moments between Buck and Eddie on the Diaz couch (and she’s a wee bit spicy too).

Buck's café (take my heart, just not my order)

Coffee Shop AU. Buck runs the shop where the 118 order all their drinks on shift. I absolutely adore this fic!

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@alyxmastershipper RYAN!! INCREDIBLY TALENTED MUTUAL THAT YOU ARE!!

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

If “aasdsdfghhjkl” was a person it was me reading this fic. Eddie comes out to Buck, receives a quirky mug, and gets together with the love of his life. In that order.

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@bekkachaos Wonderful, amazing Bekka xxx

lose yourself in the feeling

I am a sucker for ‘accidental kisses’ and this was just wonderful. Buck is so excited about Maddie and Chim getting engaged that he kisses Eddie when he tells him.

start me up, open my eyes

Okay, the mild sexual content tag is a lie, nothing has ever been closer to smut without actually being smut than this fic, I have never been so wound up reading a fic. Bekka builds the tension so so well.

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@sibylsleaves honestly I'm still a little in shock that we're mutuals now so please excuse me while I fangirl over your incredible writing!

with a bird at your door

Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him. This fic is the perfect mixture of pining, angst, and a happy ending. And yes I think about this fic frequently I love it okay.

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@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy last but certainly not least (for now). hello lovely xx

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two

Missing scenes from while eddie is trapped in the well followed by the most perfect extended reunion scene. We all know I am a sucker for fics based on the well incident, it’s literally how i started writing for buddie but omg this fic!!!!

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Remember to share the love around and happy hiatus to you all.

Love, Meegs xxxx

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic recs #buddie rec list #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan ‘buck’ buckley #christopher diaz #911 buddie #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #911 fic #911 fic recs #meegs says stuff #buddie ao3 #911 ao3 #buddie recs list 4 #talented mutuals tuesday #911 abc

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onyourhyuck · 9 months

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MRS NA? | NA JAEMIN. | PART FOUR.

— Prologue: “I’m not your servant, I’m your wife Jaemin.” + “Okay, I sense I may have said this wrongly to you.”

— Summary: Wherein Go Yeeun wakes up from a coma and meets Na Jaemin claiming to be her husband and have five children together.

— Genre: jaemin series. Romance. Found family. Mystery. Smut. Crack. Fluffiness.

— Notes: THIS IS A JAEMIN SERIES ON MY BLOG. reblog and follow me for more daily updates.

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Go Yeeun walks down the plains of the farm. The animals were groomed and dressed into newer coats. The different hairbrushes for the horses had to be used which took longer than doing a simple hairstyle for yourself. Taking care of a farm alone was no joke a very hard job and task. Many of the animals were very important and so Yeeun had no choice but to take care of them, because her lovely husband who works a 9 to 5 job couldn’t do that. Yeeun doesn’t remember anything to say to Jaemin. She doesn’t know if she actually agreed to these chores, to do them. But she took a wild leap and believes her so called husband.

Was he even a husband at this point? Yeeun has been stuck for two months trying to regain her memories of Jaemin and the five children. Nothing came to mind. Sometimes her dreams feels like a puzzle more than a dream with no meaning.

At this point the young woman feels so misplaced. Like a red wine bottle placed between two beer aisles. She feels like a stuck out sore thumb that you can point out in a second. Something about this place doesn’t feel like home. This place feels new and foreign to Yeeun.

And she cannot believe she chose a life like this? I mean a farm? Chores all day? Take care of children all the freaking time and when the kids go to sleep, Yeeun has to deal with an emotionally unavailable husband who barely makes an effort to understand her? This life sounds far from perfect. Far from normal. Far from what Yeeun believes she would have wanted in the past before her memories were erased from her mind.

Opening the backyard door, the young with the black long hair stuck in a messy bun wearing rain boots and overalls sweating from head to toe because she was doing everything to make the animals happy and all fed and cleaned, the overalls had stains of mud and reeking of cow’s straws from the hay. Not expecting anyone to be home. Yeeun’s round beautiful shaped eyes resembling a diamond nearly widen at the sight of the man with a slight tone and muscular build in the kitchen making himself a hot coffee. He wore a reddish and white flannel with crossed squares, a white tank top that make his muscular chest and pecs visible at times.

As much as Yeeun was shocked she was slightly confused too. Why was he back so early? He only left three hours ago.

The woman takes off the boots and then comes forward watching him sip the warm coffee. “What are you doing here back so early?” Yeeun questions with an eyebrow raise and he looks back seeing that Yeeun was already finished with her chores. He smirks raising his eyebrows at the question. “Oh hey bunny lips.” He smirks twirling around like a jelly bean with his body.

Jaemin leans against the counter as his eyes watch Yeeun’s figure. She looks slightly exhausted from doing chores all morning until afternoon. It makes him become smug as he saw Yeeun sit down with a groan as she looks at him.

He turns around when Yeeun was waiting for his answer clearly and he opens his mouth. “Ah. I’m just so good at my work that I finished early. Aren’t i a good husband my darling wife?” The tone he used was somehow mocking and a bit condescending.

Yeeun frowns but doesn’t say anything. She already feels slightly annoyed at him since the last time. They haven’t really spoke much. Not like they had much to talk about unless it’s about children. “Right…” Yeeun trails as she sighs. “Why don’t you help around the house then if you’re so good at your job?” She now blasts an invitation to Jaemin, that wasn’t so much of an invitation.

She is tired of doing chores all the freaking time. Jaemin should take some responsibilities around this household too.

His expression fell down. “But Yeeun that’s your job.” He expressed with an obvious hint that he won’t be doing that since it’s meant to be ‘hers’ to do and not Jaemin’s end of the deal.

The woman wasn’t pleased with the answer and any minute now Yeeun feels the boiling pent up rage inside her stomach aching and screaming to come out and tell her so called husband off right now. Yeeun would’ve divorced him by now, just saying she would’ve picked those papers up in a heartbeat. But Yeeun was thinking about the children and so she didn’t do that; the children matter the most. So Yeeun feels only more and more angry and frustrated at Jaemin’s lack of responsibility.

Yeeun slants upwards on the chair at the table as she takes off the boots now, with a stomp on the ground now. It’s clear that her body was showing anger but her voice was silent. He could imagine fire burning on her eyes whenever Yeeun looks at him.

It is also slightly misogynistic isn’t it? Yeeun is a woman so why is she doing the womanly house chores in the house? Surely Jaemin is a bit more modern than that considering his not so-fatherly acting decisions.

“Look are you here to just come and go? You’re meant to be here in this house too and as long as you’re living here you should do some chores around to help.”

There was a moment for their eyes to make contact. Jaemin stares at the woman telling him now this as she’s staring back at him unamused by how his blank eyes were slightly different than before. He looks like he didn’t want to help at all but when Yeeun phrased it like this he feels like he has no choice but to do it? He just never did a single chore in his life. Jaemin opens his mouth to say something but nothing came out so he closed it, and he raised his finger and puts it back down when his lips sealed. Yeeun’s voice comes off as a tired and annoyed sigh.

“I’ll be fair on you. You can wash the dishes on Saturdays and Sundays. And you can also do the laundry on those days too.”

Really? Jaemin couldn’t believe it you’re seriously giving him chores to do on his alone time! On his weekend where he doesn’t have to go to work. It’s the only time he can relax without the children wanting his attention too. And usually he would be at the bar or hanging out with his friends too.

He gave a slight frustrated fake smile at his wife. “Yeeun can you be slightly more lenient on me? I work. I want my alone time too.”

“Funny. I want my alone time too but I don’t get any at all.” Yeeun shot back and Jaemin felt his brain shutting instantly down. Fair enough, it looks like Yeeun has him cornered.

Hands running through his hair as he stares back at Yeeun and he gives her a slight nod as he sits down now in front of Yeeun as they’re at the table watching their faces. He was staring at her as he spoke now with a perusal sweet smile. “Alright how about just Saturday and i clean the dishes.” Jaemin now asked with both of his eyebrows turning up raised, as his voice was clearly trying to convince and change Yeeun’s decisions.

But she was too stubborn and Yeeun wasn’t the type of woman to fall for Jaemin’s tricks from getting away from doing his own chores. Yeeun was fair considering she does everything around here so it was fair. Jaemin was just avoiding her and her demands as his wife.

She leans forward and slams her hands in front of the table shaking it a bit which then flinched Jaemin as he wasn’t expecting Yeeun to really be this commanding and close to his face when shaking that table that held their elbows together on it. “I’m not your servant, I’m your wife Jaemin.”

Yeeun’s words echo in his ears. She feels more like a servant than a wife right now, and Jaemin’s eyes widen a little.

He groans a bit back at her words but he was now truly feeling like there’s no way he can get out of this now. Jaemin sighs.

“Okay, I sense I may have said this wrongly to you.” Jaemin replies to her as he looks at Yeeun again and he finally nods, without much choice, he doesn’t like this at all. “I’ll do the chores on Saturdays and Sundays.”

He then adds quickly causing Yeeun’s expression to falter downwards. “But on one condition.”

Yeeun has a bad feeling now that he’s saying one condition, and she can only think of bad things right now. “What condition will that be?” She sighs.

Yeeun’s expecting the worst.

He smirks leaning closer. “I take you on a date how about that?”

She furrows her eyebrows. “Why a date?” This was very sudden and somehow when Jaemin always suggests something there will always be some weirdly suspicious motive behind it all. Yeeun can’t help but shake this off.

He hums a bit. “Do I need a reason to take my wife on a date away from the kids?” He now stated and it makes Yeeun silent.

He had a point and she has no comeback to say to counter this so Yeeun trails quietly. “Have we went on a date before then?”

There was a little silence as Jaemin smirks and leans closer nodding. “Oh yeah. We did before once. You can tell how that went.” He states with a flirtatious laugh and smile as he’s now suggesting something completely different.

What did he mean? Yeeun thought.

“How did that date go?” She said confused and Jaemin found it surprisingly very innocent reaction of hers. He leans a bit closer and wraps one arm around Yeeun as he shifts her weight and chair to move even closer towards him where he sat in the chair. His playful eyes never leave Yeeun’s confused and curious eyes. It’s clear that she has no clue, and of course she has no clue.

She has no memories. No recollection. It just makes this more or so funny for Jaemin.

When their faces are even closer he whispers to Yeeun’s ears. “How do you think we made Yongsoo, bunny lips?”

The heart raced like crazy. The eyes widen like sweats coming down the Iris pupils. She grew redder on her complexion now and Yeeun snaps away from Jaemin as she scowls now. “Oh god do you have to say this to me?” Yeeun complained, it was unpleasant and it made her flustered. Embarrassed.

Jaemin on the other hand was loving her reactions. He just loves it when she rejects him so equivalently to how much she’s squeamish at the thought too.

It only takes more for Jaemin to throw in a baby-making joke there and there to have his wife Yeeun leaving him alone.

“You asked. Don’t be complaining to me.” Jaemin smirks as he looks back at Yeeun caressing some of the strands behind her ears.

He took a moment to admire her red cheeks. Somehow she has a feeling there’s a bigger motive behind his ‘date’ he’s asking her to go on right now. “So is that a yes then?” He now asked her again with a playful smile. “Don’t leave your husband hanging here, Yeeun.” He sweetly adds.

She groans mentally. Yeeun looks at him with a flat expression between her eyebrows and eyes. “Okay I guess we can go on a date.”

“Perfect. Thank you, Darling. Get ready because we are leaving at 6.” Jaemin remarks standing up and leaving the kitchen which makes Yeeun widen her eyes.

She wasn’t expecting it to be this quick? Now she’s left thinking what was his whole deal with this deal thing. They really haven’t been communicating much to be going on a date despite having children together. Yeeun sighs. This is going to be a long day.

The children were all rousing up at their father when they now were told they won’t be home with Yeeun or him. They were shocked at first. Haewon, the cute little girl with two braids holding her bunny plushie was the first one to speak out with a pout clearly not liking this. “Awh I want mommy. I don’t want uncle Jeno. He’s not fun at all. He thinks he’s funny like Kevin Hart.”

Oh wow how awkward Jaemin thought, he wonders what his best friend has told his children last time when telling a joke considering they all find him extremely unpleasant right now, or maybe they want their mother so bad they don’t want anyone else right now. Usually the boys like Jeno when they get babysat by his friend.

But now? Yeeun completely changed them. Jaemin was left there trying to make his children calm down and not be so disappointed. He didn’t expect the children to be so attached to Yeeun but hey, they are and they really look up to her so much.

“Dad can you take Jeno on the date instead? Mommy can stay with us.” Insu the one with the slight wispy lips on his words whenever he talks now said tugging on Jaemin’s wrist.

Jaemin laughs a little. “Come on what will me and Jeno do on a date if we go together? Anyways we won’t take too long.” He said now as he would huddle the kids as he kneels down. “Be good to Jeno, kids, and I mean it.” When he brought them in a circle to tell them the rules again. He was serious with them now and he spoke with intentions of not having them repeat what they did last time to Jeno…

He starts to list their mischievous pranks they always do and get in trouble for when they get babysat.

“No paper bombs.”

“No filling the water tub until it overflows.”

The boys whine when he said no more pranks with the bathtub. Hanuel was enjoying that one, especially when it was his idea. Despite being the eldest he was a genius at pranks.

Jaemin looks back at Insung, the twin with the wider cute ears sticking out. He flicks his son’s ears warning. “And that counts no playing with fire, Insung. I mean it.”

The boy nods slowly, he looks disappointed when his father said no to fire. Jaemin really doesn’t know how these kids came up with these ideas.

“Alright. Be good kids. Mommy and i will come back home soon.” Jaemin said now and the front door revealing their mother coming out wearing a new outfit that they never once saw on their mother before. She looks more dressed up and she even put on makeup?

Haewon gasps wowing first as behind Jaemin Yeeun was walking outside the house. “Whoa mommy you look so pretty.” Her daughter exclaims and she was literally eyeing her mother as if Yeeun was like a real life-doll.

The eldest boy Hanuel and the twins Insu and Insung were watching their mother with a jealous eye. Why did their mom go with their dad? She was meant to be with them watching their new episode of their cartoon show on tv!

Yongsoo was already crying. “Mommy nooooo nooo don’t goooo.”

The children didn’t want their mother to go and have fun with their dad because let’s be honest, they love Yeeun too much to let her go right now and their attachment issues? Are severally attached. They like Jeno but they can’t compare him to their amazing mother who does everything for them. She knows everything they like. Meanwhile Jeno doesn’t know anything except bad jokes and he ends up getting pranked by them.

The last time Jeno actually babysat them, he woke up ducktaped in the pig pens. He spent the next hour that day with the pigs, his entire body covered in the grey thick duck tape. And the kids were all making a mess at home too with the freedom they had back then.

Yeeun was surprised to see her children so unhappy and it somehow made her heart beat so much. She gives them a loving smile all and hugs them all in a crowding manner and a huddle. “Oh you guys, I’ll be back soon and I promise when I come back I’ll buy you your favourite ice lollies on the way yeah?” The children seem a little more obedient and happy with that deal.

The two men, Jeno and Jaemin now make eye contact as they try not to smile too much. Jaemin has to give it to Yeeun. She has found a bond with the children he couldn’t do at all. Yeeun was so good with them now.

And not to mention how beautiful Yeeun looks right now Jaemin found his eyes stuck on Yeeun. The short sleeve top with slight pale-ish green colour really goes well with that milky soft complexion. The little handbag strand on her arms and the long flared jeans with the boots? It was definitely an outfit that he likes. It shows off every curve and every beautiful detailing Yeeun so much.

Yeeun sighs and looks at Jaemin who she saw staring at her in a very obvious and different manner and direction.

“What?” Yeeun blurts out confused, she looks down at her outfit and then back at her husband. “Do I have something on my face?” She half panics and Jaemin shakes his head. “No, no,”

He clears his voice. “Nothing. I was zoning out.” He brushed away the own thoughts of Yeeun looking beautiful. “Get inside the car Yeeun, we gotta go.” The woman was brought to reality and she nods getting inside the passenger car.

The car clicks and she looks out the window waving at the five children. “You sure your friend can handle them?” Yeeun would ask looking at the driver seat where her husband was sitting now starting the engine with the key in the car hole and they soon drive off slowly leaving the farm and their house property. The drive in their town roads were slowly coming into view and Jaemin let’s out a soft laugh at Yeeun’s question. He trusts Jeno. They went through high school, through kindergarten. They were friends since they were very small at this point Jaemin would put his life on the line for Lee Jeno.

With one hand Jaemin would drive the steering wheel on the car turning round the corner while his left hand was now moving forward to hold Yeeun’s hand softly. He looks back at her for a second only because he needed all his attention on the road as he was driving. “Don’t worry about them being okay, yeah? Jeno is someone I trust with all my heart. He will take good care of them until we go home.”

The hand contact was something new it made Yeeun’s heart race as she saw their hands touching now a lot longer than a second too. She sighs. Jaemin was right this was a date and not a worrying therapy session about her children. “You’re right. So where are you taking me then? Some fancy restaurant?” Yeeun smirks guessing.

She hopes it’s a fancy restaurant where she can have steak or something like that. It would be a perfect date in her book. If Yeeun had to pick. The steak and wine combination for a date at a fancy eloquent restaurant would be an amazing date to go with Jaemin at.

The mention of a fancy restaurant makes Jaemin laugh and shake his head, he was amused to say the least that his wife has high expectations. Well. He’s about to lower them and say goodbye to a fancy restaurant idea. “Oh no no darling. No fancy restaurant.” He smirks.

“I’ll be taking you somewhere more fun and traditional bunny lips.” He smirks wiggling his eyebrows forward which makes Yeeun already think something so bad.

She shouldn’t be having negative thoughts but the way Jaemin was lowering her expectations of what their date was gonna be like. Well. Yeeun was seated in the far tightly as she lets her husband drive them to the secret location.

The drive to the place Jaemin was taking Yeeun to was a bit far from their home but not that far if you don’t walk. By far it was a decent drive. He would come out of the car and Yeeun opens her car door by herself. She wasn’t even sure why she expected Jaemin to open the car door for her, he was walking ahead and when he saw behind that the woman was not following he yells in front motioning a waving hand at her to follow him. “Come on, we can’t miss this tickets!” He yells.

‘Ugh he can’t even open the door and wait for me?…’ Yeeun sighs in her head thoughts.

The area they lived in was always the countryside and almost kinda poor-like with working class. So when she starts to walk following Jaemin behind who bought their fair tickets. It was like an open fair that opened up today. He took her to a local fair with many running games available to do. They walk side by side and Yeeun’s eyes widen at how many rides there was too.

It wasn’t something Yeeun expected, that’s for sure.

He saw her expression searching everything she’s seeing as if getting information where she was at. Jaemin smirks and grabs her hand now. “Come on, don’t get lost. Take my hand.” The man lead her and Yeeun let’s him taking her hand as they held hands while walking amongst other people.

Somehow the warmth in her heart grew when Jaemin was holding her hand so tight leading her to a certain stand where it caught her attention. They were selling all sorts of prizes if you manage to shoot the running duck toys on the wall with the shotgun that has pebbles in it.

Yeeun raised an eye at one of the prizes. It was a a bracelet made up of string but it had a little gemstone in the middle, it was something the young woman noticed first.

Her husband looks at Yeeun and stands behind her to see what she was watching so intensely. “Ah you want the arm bracelet, Yeeun?” Jaemin smirks and he thinks it’s an easy one way job to get for her right now.

He didn’t waste a second but motions to the stand owner. “One shot gun. I want that bracelet up there as the prize. How much do I need to shoot?” The stand owner looks back at the prize and then looks back at Jaemin. “Five ducks.”

‘Five… there’s no way he can manage to shoot five ducks right?’ Yeeun wasn’t sure actually. She can’t remember if he was good at shooting or if he knew how to work it out.

When staring at the man grabbing the shotgun and getting it ready with a proper aim at the running ducks on the walls. It’s like goose hunting. He was chasing the ducks with the aim trying to get one. He was silent and focused when Yeeun was watching him and it feels almost intense right now. Even the owner of the stand was now watching Jaemin with not much expectations.

But even if no one was believing in him. Jaemin shown no fear and no mistakes. The shotgun runs up and he ends up getting the first duck. It struck so quickly that when Jaemin reloads the shotgun it makes Yeeun’s eyes widen trying to make sense of how quick the pebbles were shot at the duck.

He got one, and that one duck turned into four other ducks as he manages to shoot all five remaining ducks to win the bracelet prize.

Jaemin smirks as he takes the bracelet and puts the shotgun back. He then whistles approaching Yeeun on the side. “What’s with the surprised look?” He laughs a bit seeing Yeeun pale as she wasn’t expecting her husband to be so good at aiming with a shotgun.

“I didn’t know you knew how to shoot?” Yeeun said back with a laugh. Jaemin’s smirk never leaves his face as his big round eyes and his long fluttering eyelashes poke at Yeeun’s expression when taking a step forward holding out her arm. The softness of his touch makes her heart race so much more prominently; and his breath was deep as Jaemin’s soft still eyes looking down at her wrist as he tied the bracelet on her wrist finally. “There is a lot of things you don’t remember about me, bunny lips.” Jaemin’s deep and low voice spoke with a smirk as Yeeun looks up at him taking back her wrist when he was done putting on the bracelet.

There was silence between them but Yeeun and Jaemin were brought back to reality when the smell of food passing the fair streets makes her stomach tingle. The growling sound makes Yeeun feel slightly exposed.

She completely forgot to eat earlier today. Jaemin looks at Yeeun with a soft laugh when seeing her become slightly shocked to hear her stomach make such a loud sound. “Hmm, hungry Yeeun?” He grins and she looks at Jaemin with an eye roll. “No, I’m starving.” She emphasised.

There was Yeeun again, with her little eye rolls thrown at his words as he asks the most obvious questions. They begin to walk somewhere more quiet. The fair was getting quite busy the later it gets and so on. Jaemin didn’t really want to eat dinner filled with crowds. And he most certainly prefers some alone time too with Yeeun. It’s a luxury to be alone like this after all. They might as well make most of it.

There was the coastal sea and the brick walls that you can watch the sea crashing against. Yeeun puts her handbag down on the brick wall as she leans with her elbows forward watching the ocean waves crashing down, back and forward, upwards. It sounded so magical to be close to the sea like this and Yeeun closed her eyes inhaling the air.

It feels so cold and refreshing. It makes Yeeun’s body feel so much better. Currently she was alone waiting for someone to come back. Jaemin told her he’s getting food so he told her to wait here for him until then.

When Yeeun was wondering where the man could’ve gotten lost Jaemin appears behind her and leans on the brick wall. He takes out a foiled food. Yeeun was expecting something cleaner, less greasy. The sight of the filled up sandwich with chopped up meat and melted cheese makes Yeeun salivate but also, she wasn’t expecting to be eating greased up meat and cheese.

Jaemin hums taking a bite of the sandwich too. “Here you take a bite you’re hungry aren’t you?” She scowls and shakes her head. “I’m good, you eat up. I’ll eat at home.”

The words she said makes Jaemin smirk as he took another bite and puts the sandwich under Yeeun’s nose which makes her smell how good it actually was. She was just stubborn to want to take a bite out of something that’s greasy and more un-healthy in her eyes.

“Come on, Bunny lips. Don’t be stubborn. One bite?” Jaemin urgently said as he watches her fighting her inner urges and conflict.

Yeeun murmurs. “No I’m fine, not hungry anymore. Looks unpleasant.”

But the moment her eyes were watching the sandwich Jaemin takes a bite out again she couldn’t help but gulp. Her hungry stomach was growing more hungry watching Jaemin eat and she slowly comes closer.

“Fine. Give me one bite…” Yeeun trails as Jaemin smirks giving her the sandwich in the foil paper. When he saw the girl take a bite out of the sandwich it fills his loving eyes on her. He loves seeing Yeeun try the food he eats only.

It’s something he’s used to. Yeeun wasn’t so used to this kind of food, but when he saw her obvious reaction it was clear that she loved it. The moment the bite she took from the sandwich Yeeun let’s out a soft moan and nods as she ate. “Mhmm…” It was clear that his wife loved it, and she was wrong about this food. Jaemin smirks. “Is it good?”

She gulps down chewing the sandwich, she takes another bite going back for seconds, it makes Jaemin almost proud he introduced Yeeun to some good culture over here. “Oh god how come i didn’t find this earlier?”

Yeeun exclaims.

He chuckles and he motions his hands to the sandwich. “Let me take a bite too—“ Yeeun moves her hands away and she shakes her head. Jaemin laughs as she moved away. “Okay okay you eat up, it’s good you’re eating.” He states giving up. It’s obvious she won’t be sharing as it’s too good to her right now. Like a new addiction probably.

Yeeun and Jaemin turn to the ocean view as it was nighttime with a cold breeze running against them and their clothes. She finished eating the sandwich now but Jaemin and Yeeun continue to watch the waves crashing.

“Hmm did you ever travel, Jaemin?” Yeeun asked the man and he softly smiles. “No, but I wish I did.” He sighs.

“Many people born in these deprived areas don’t have the money to travel.” Jaemin started to state the facts. The poor people stay poor.

Yeeun looks at Jaemin softly and she gives him a gentle smile as her hands brush over his hand intertwining their fingers together. Somehow holding hands became natural today. They never held hands before until today.

“Someday we can travel. I’ll make it a promise.” Yeeun softly said to him. She spoke in a soft spoken tone that Jaemin couldn’t even imagine to hear from her ever.

It was different. They’re now speaking openly with softness. It wasn’t like before at all.

Jaemin’s eyes watch Yeeun’s as she said that she would make this come true for him and it made his lips seal together in a thin line.

Sometimes he can feel this invisible thread pulling him towards her heart even more.

The pull, the rough drag, the urge to kiss Yeeun too. Deep inside beneath his harden skin and his high iron walls Jaemin keeps up, there was this heavy heavy gravity of Yeeun’s words resting at the end pit.

And it’s changing him very slowly, breaking at the iron walls he keeps on.

Their bodies were still but Jaemin’s head tilts on the side and softly moves closer letting their lips touch softly. The kiss feels like standing on top of the finest silk or on top of a cloud. Yeeun’s eyes closed and Jaemin’s hands brushed up on her face caressing his thumbs down her cheeks, deepening their soft kiss, she feels the hitching breath stop and her cheeks growing warmer.

The sound of their lips leaving, it was like a wet soft small sound between them that their kiss made when it came off. Jaemin looks down at Yeeun and he slowly brings his hands down her face, admiring how beautiful Yeeun looks tonight.

“I want to apologise for you know…not helping around the house and for not being there for the kids.” Jaemin trails awkwardly. He wasn’t the best at making apologies but it was his goal to give one to Yeeun.

Yeeun was the most shocked though. An apology from Jaemin?

Perhaps Jaemin was changing, Yeeun thought. “Thank you, Jaemin…”

Meanwhile back at home the children were having the time of their lives with their uncle Jeno. But it must be the opposite for their uncle right now, because this feels like utter hell on earth.

Jeno was tied against the stairway railings now with his hands handcuffed by dog leads. One of the children, he can’t remember who, managed to tie his hands with dog leashes!

“Whoever tied me come untie me! Your parents will be hearing about this.” Jeno warns as he sighs, he wishes judgement day came and took him now because he can’t deal with babysitting five rotten devils.

Hanuel the eldest was watching tv with a tub of ice cream and a large spoon. “Uncle Jeno you should really stop shouting, it’s pointless.” Hanuel smartly suggests.

“Be glad you’re not stuck with the pigs like last time.” The older boy said again with a smirk as Hanuel went back to eating the ice cream.

Jeno wants to roll his eyes at the boy’s smart-ass attitude. This kid is meant to be the oldest but why was he the meanest?

Then the twins, those twins were making a mess in the kitchen playing with pots and pans. They rattle and rattle everywhere. Meanwhile their older sister Haewon was trying to bake a cake right now. She’s making the cake batter.

‘Oh how brilliant,’ Jeno thought. Jaemin and Yeeun are having the time of their lives but back home it was chaos running wild like a spreading fire.

Then Jeno’s thoughts stop when Yongsoo was by the top of the stairs with a skateboard. The youngest boy was there ready to roll over with a skateboard down thinking it’s going to be a smooth ride, but Jeno was there in the way and he will be crashed into.

“Oh… Yongsoo! No! Don’t slide down.” Jeno shouts but he came too late to warn the boy as he rolls down with a skateboard and crashed into Jeno’s back knocking Jeno out cold while Yongsoo was sliding down with a little ‘Weeeeeeeee’ happy sound coming out of the boy’s lips.

Jeno will never be babysitting here again, even if Jaemin paid him like this time! He won’t do it again!

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Sorry this took so long, chapter 5 is coming out this week too!! I decided to release 2 parts this week because I was very far behind this series </33

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rorywritessmut · 6 months

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Sparks in the Workplace

Ikeda Jun wants nothing more than to graduate college and leave her job as Dynamight’s PR Rep. After one fateful interview, she’s left pretending to be his lover.

Based on my Kinktober Prompt “Hate Fucking”

I didn’t want this job. I wanted to go to school and work in a simple office. I live in a world dominated by heroes and villains. Which is why I needed to jump through some hoops to get the dream job I wanted. Until then, I would have to suffer being the official PR Representative for the most explosive hero in the industry, Dynamight.

My interview was simple and I was offered the job of the spot based on my quirk, Gentle Touch. My quirk is the ability to calm anyone’s psycho-sympathetic nervous system with a simple touch. Of course, I had my limitations such as it worked only if I was touching them the whole time and it only worked for 30 minutes per use on each person. They knew that my quirk would be a good look working the infamous Explosion Murder God, Bakugou Katsuki.

Simple to say, I hated him from the moment I started working with him. I quickly found out that my quirk works especially well on him and it pissed him off. So, he tried his best to make my life a living hell.

“Hey, ponytail!” Bakugou yells at me from his office. I look up from my computer to see him crook a finger in my direction, summoning me to his office. Usually he sends out his assistant to fetch me.

“Yes, sir!” I quickly stand and bow.

I found that calling him sir and other terms used for old men made him mad. While he is technically my senior, based on him being 5 years older, he didn’t take lightly to being called old. Oh man, the time I called him uncle lingered around in my head.

“Don’t smirk, Ponytail, you’re creepy.” He sneers at me.

“Okay, Senpai.” I teased, watching the fire light in his eyes. I could immediately smell the threat of nitroglycerin seeping from his palms. He knew I would use my quirk on him and that was enough to keep the explosions at bay. It also royally pissed him off.

“Quit it.” He growled out and slammed the door behind me.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your attention?”

“Cut the shit, Ikeda.”

“So you do know my name.” I teased and leaned towards him from across the desk covered in papers.

“I should fire you” Bakugou crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at you. I’m used to these threats, his team wouldn’t allow it.

“Try it” I bite back.

“We have another interview tomorrow. Some hero podcast is interviewing that dammed Deku and I.” Of course they wanted Midoriya and Bakugou in the same room, they were known enemies turned best friends who fought all the time.

“What is the podcast name so I can do research?”

“The Talented Others.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! That has to be one of the most disrespectful gossip channels they could find.” The Talented Others honestly, hated heroes. They hated the idea that with 98% of the population having quirks nobody should be special but heroes where. They believed that heroes were nothing more than overpaid TV Show actors.

“Believe me when I say I almost blew up the place.” Bakugou picked at his nails like he was impressed with his actions, I rolled my eyes at his behavior.

“Okay, so we need a game plan as to what we’re going to say and do. Do you have a print out of the questions?” I tried to remain professional with Bakugou at all times, but pissing him off was incredibly fun.

“Nope but you can handle all those hard questions.” His caramine eyes meet mine and I feel stuck in my seat for a second, gaping like a fish. This causes the brat to smirk at my actions. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Shut it,” I growl, “I can’t handle everything for you. You have to be a big boy at some point.” It’s my turn to smirk at him.

“Get back to work” He barks, I salute to him with two fingers and walk out the door.

I’m counting the minutes until 5 when I can get out of here. I’m constantly checking my phone because I have a date with Takeuchi Kazuo from accounting. With us being in separate departments there was no problem with us dating and there was no need to have someone sign an NDA as we both signed one when we started here.

Takeuchi is a sweet guy with bright eyes and dark hair that sits against his pale skin. He was my first ally here in the office since Bakugou had a bad habit of turning everyone against me. He wanted me to quit. Takeuchi encouraged me to stay here and keep working since it would be good for my future. When I told him I was taking night classes at the university to become a therapist he was ecstatic to meet someone who held their future in such high regards.

I was so excited to go on a date with him.

Takeuchi-san

We still on for tonight?

Ikeda Jun

Yup! I can’t wait for this date.

Takeuchi-san

“What’re you smiling at, twerp?” A voice whispers next to my ear. I squeak and drop my phone, it goes clattering on my desk. I curse and turn to find Bakugou leaning over me in his hero uniform.

He was back early from patrol.

“Nothing,” I hissed.

“You’re giggling like a schoolgirl.” He deadpans.

“I have a date with a guy in the firm.” You rolled your shoulder back and met his narrowed gaze.

“Hmph.” Is all Bakugou says as he walks away from you and into the elevator. You shrug off the weird encounter and continue with your work.

5 comes and goes and you leave to get ready for the date. The walk to your apartment isn’t a long one so you’re home and ready within an hour. You decide to put on a little more makeup and dress in a warm brown sweater, a black velvet skirt, and leggings with black flats. You do your hair in a cuter style.

Then you’re off!

You get the ramen shop after changing trains a couple of times and walking a significant distance. You’re early by 5 minutes to your agreed time, 7:30. So, you go ahead and find a seat with a good view of the door so you can spot Takeuchi when he comes inside.

He never does. Around 8 I order food and send him a text. I finish by 9 and text him again. Yet, I never hear another word for him. I’m fighting back tears because he was so nice, so thoughtful. He had bought me flowers and coffee just a few days before. He had texted me earlier to make sure we were still on. By 9:30 I was a sobbing mess in the bathroom. That’s when I felt my phone buzz.

Takeuchi-san

Sorry. Rain check

I don’t respond because if I do, I will cuss at him. I want him to still see me as a respectful girl, so I leave him on read. He couldn’t be bothered with responding to me so I wouldn’t respond to him.

I pay for my food and leave the restaurant. I take the trains back home and walk straight pass my apartment. If I’m going to get blown off, I might as well get laid at the bar! There is one just a block from the hero agency. So, I go there. It’s a bit of a hole in the wall but it’s nice enough that I trust the people there.

The bar is cozy, dark, and has an easy going atmosphere. I decide to go inside and fuck the first guy who hits on me. I’m desperate at this point considering Takeuchi stole my heart and broke it, the mother fucker. Honestly, it doesn’ take long for a man to come and offer a drink.

“Hey, want a drink?” He’s cute, like an American movie star.

“From you? Sure.” I purr.

I let him order a girly fruity drink for me and we talk for a while. He’s a great conversationalist and everything is going exactly to my plan. I know if I act just dumb enough he’ll invite me to his place and I can end this dry spell. However, at one point he acts terrified and hurriedly excuses himself to the bathroom and never comes back.

Fuck.

I down my drink and head to the tiny dancefloor and dance my little broken heart out. I throw my hands up in the air and gyrate my hips to the beat of the music. I feel a hand snake around my waist and pull me against their hips. Whoever is dancing with me has the moves because they’re now guiding my movements against them. I tried to turn to see the person who has grabbed me but they quickly turn my head away from them.

“Keep dancing, pretty girl.” An oddly familiar gruff voice commands me. The use of “pretty girl” has warmth pooling between my thighs.

“I want to see who scared off my date”

“Someone better.” There is a cocky sound to his voice. Something eerily familiar.

I decide I’m too drunk to care about who is behind me and enjoy their roaming hands and flowing drinks. Who ever this is really wants me to forget tonight because they’re constantly letting me down these drinks.

At some point I wake up in my bed in my pajamas, with no ache between my legs. My mystery man must be a gentleman because he sure didn’t fuck me. I roll over to look at a beautifully written note.

You deserve better than those loser men, I’ll see you soon, pretty girl.

Creepy, but cute. I look at the clock and decide it’s time to go face my boss with the worst hangover of my life and protect him from those loser podcast whores.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 9 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

(I didn't feel like doing the small print. There has to be an easier way than going paragraph by paragraph 😭😭 Also anyone I didn’t tag who wants to be tagged, let me know.)

Chapter 4: Dealbreaker

Miguel was truthful when he said nap. He didn't do anything in your bed but sleep for the better part of an hour, making you the little spoon though you weren't tired. By the end of the hour, the two of you had cleaned the kitchen as it was before he came. He left the meat and the few ingredients purchased, but he cleaned and took his slow-cooker with him. You've now got enough pork to last you a week of taking your lunch to work and eating at home. Instead, you invite some friends to help you eat it and decide to tell them all about Miguel.

"Right here?" Aria panics when you mention the head on the couch, moving to the opposite couch with your mutual friend, Zenia.

"Exactly right there."

"You let me sit in it?"

"When I say he drained me dry, girl, he kept goinnng. Then we took a nap upstairs. It was pretty chill."

"You just fuckin met this man, what, a few days ago?" Aria laughs.

"I know, but if you saw what I saw, you'd do it too... That's why you can't meet him! Not yet."

"Bitch! One time! I didn't even know you knew David like that."

"I know, but NEITHER of y'all lil hoes are gonna meet Miguel or see Miguel until I've got him secured."

"Now, how did I get in it," Zenia asks, mouth stuffed with pork.

"Right now, things are up in the air, but I'll keep dangling and manifesting. He'll be wrapped around my pinky, and only then will y'all meet him."

"So when are YOU seeing him again," Zenia asks.

"I don't know, probably next weekend. We haven't made any other plans yet."

And you're both busy through the week. A week seems a long time to wait, though. You'd rather see him sooner.

"You think you should call him to schedule something," Zenia asks, reading your mind.

"Nah, I'll let him call me. It gives him time to miss me."

"Well, he's not disappearing just yet," Aria adds, "He ain't got that pumpum yet. Niggas ain't gone leave before getting it, believe that."

"Well, I'm a done deal," you smirk, "But if he does leave, I'll just get another one. Now I know where they congregate"

Sunday passes with no contact. When Monday comes and goes, you start to wonder what happened. Did he hit a busy streak? Did something happen? Tuesday, he texts you.

Is it too soon to miss me?

You're at work, so you keep it short.

Of course not. Text me any time. I may not respond immediately, but I'll respond.

You sure?

Yes

Why would he need permission? Is that what was stopping him from reaching out? If so, you'd like to hear more about it. You wait until you get off work to check your messages again.

He's sent a paragraph about his day at work.

Alchemax acquired another property to place a testing site. One more step for gentrification. The director is on my ass and pushing me to run this unethical experiment on the volunteers. They think we're testing covid shots. If I told you half the shit, you'd run from me. Hell, you're probably on your way now. Anyway, that's my day. How's yours?

Oh, okay, you stare, processing what you've just read. So he's not just the hero. He's confessing that he's done some sordid things in the name of his job. You get it, but can you really accept that? Knowingly testing dangerous procedures on innocent people? It's a lot to consider. You'll have to sit with it.

Later that evening, you still wrestle, but you're coming to term with your thoughts.

I admit that's fucked up. I don't agree with experimenting on innocent and unexpecting people. I do think Miramax or Alchemax can go to hell. With that said, I understand that this is your job, so I can't fault you. Sucks for you, I'm not that easy to scare. You're stuck with me.

You had me worried.

His text is almost instant. In all honesty, you had to think about if you COULD stick around. That's a big thing to admit, but at the end of the day, it's not technically his fault. He's not calling the shots. That's what you tell yourself.

Since you're at home on the couch with a bottle of Fiji water, you decide to call.

"Preciosa?"

Damn. His accent's got you weak already.

"My day was good," you buckle. "I delivered some interesting news to a family who were happy to finally know what was different about their daughter. Turns out, she has Angelman syndrome, but it was my first time coming across it , so I was explaining something I'd literally just learned about."

"Sounds like you did them a great service. Like you said, knowing is everything. If you're not educating and planning, you're worrying, which then diminishes your mental health, making it harder for you to parent."

"Exactly... Do you know about Angelman's syndrome?"

"Seizures, a smaller head that's flat in the back, issues with balance and movement, and most notably, smiling for no apparent reason?"

"I should've asked you," you sigh. "How do you retain all of this?"

"Having a photographic memory helps."

"Ah. I'll check Amazon..."

The more the two of you converse, the more you glean. For example, he has a 9 year old daughter named Gabriella, who unfortunately passed nearly four years ago. It was a case of Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC), and he was devastated. Since then, he's been okay, but every so often, the grief hits. Working stops him from thinking about it? So he works long hours every day. He knows it's not healthy. It certainly helps you understand him more. A lot of things suddenly make sense about him.

"Can I tell you how much I hate Taco Bell," he says, changing the subject. You get it. It's painful to lose a child, and talking about it can be triggering.

"That dog food? They don't even have a line. That should tell you something right there."

"It's a god damn stroke in a wrapper and tastes like shit. Not to mention, it's literally horse meat."

"See, I stopped eating there years ago. It doesn't even taste like real beef."

You put the phone on speaker while you fix yourself a snack. Talking food makes you snackish. Of course, he hears the popcorn popping.

"Damn, Supersonic! Do you hear everything?"

"Pretty much."

Your eyes roll as you gently fold yourself back onto your couch with your bowl. It's getting late. You've been on the phone for over an hour, though it doesn't feel like it.

"So question."

"Answer," he responds.

"It's a different kind of question."

"Ask away."

"Ok. Would you consider yourself vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental. You?"

Ooh! "Explain," you smirk, curious.

"You first. Vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental."

"Oh I see."

Your jaw drops. "What do you see?"

"Just know I see," he says, a smile in his voice.

"Uh!... Now you have to elaborate!"

He chuckles.

"Miguel!"

"Preciosa?"

You kiss your teeth.

"Ask what you really want to ask."

"Kinks?"

"Yes..."

"Yes," you repeat, rolling your eyes. "Well, what are they."

"Mm... I enjoy quite a few things. I like being in control and directing the action. I like taking care of my submissive with guidance and rewarding her when she's a good girl. I like making her do humiliating things for my pleasure. And... I love it when she tries to escape me. Then I get to catch her and teach her a lesson. You?"

🤭 To be continued...

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Visionary

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Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Theodorus van Gogh

Notes: Male!reader, slight identity crisis, mentions of historical events such as the trial and exile of Oscar Wilde. - Frederik van Eeden was a Dutch art critic and author and the first to give a positive review to the works of Vincent van Gogh.

Theo had always believed Vincent to be ahead of their time. The world in which the van Gogh brothers were born simply wasn’t ready to appreciate his brother’s genius, safe from a few like Frederik van Eeden. It were artistic souls like Vincent and Frederik that Theo believed to be visionaries. Not him, the simple art dealer and brother to the kindest and most talented artist the world had ever seen. Not him, not Theo. It were the people surrounding him that made him fortunate enough to have a discerning eye where the old schools failed to recognise and refused change.

A visionary in his life was you, with your bold statements and outlook on life. The future came with a fresh breath of air that summarised itself within you, square shouldered and confident when you confessed your love for him. Him, Theo, who wasn’t a visionary and until the moment of your confession had never thought of the possibility of loving a man.

He had heard the rumours surrounding his brother. He had even read up on the case of Oscar Wilde and the condemnation that followed after from Lord Alfred Douglas. Theo hadn’t been blind, nor clueless, but simply never considered it an option. There was no choice, like marrying Johanna4 had been as natural as breathing. Just as leaving his former wife a widow despite his own revival was another part of the natural path and the only choice to make.

“I like you,” you had started casually, and Theo had nearly gruffed back at you with a sassy remark before realising that you meant more than just a ‘like’, for even through all your confidence he could see that you were steeling yourself. The vulnerability of confessing, of laying your feelings open, when you resolutely changed the word ‘like’ into ‘love’, making the actual confession sound; “I love you,” instead.

It had stolen his breath. His eyes focussed onto you in a mixture of disbelief and confusion. One moment the two of you were talking about the pardon of Oscar Wilde in 2017. Leading up to being informed that same-sex marriages were allowed now in parts of the world, but not all, and that it was still a conversation to be had. Next Theo knew himself to be relieved. Relieved for what he didn’t know, until your confession came after and time froze.

“I-” Theo opened his mouth, but for once there was no answer, no witty remark to make. He didn’t even know what he wanted to say. For he liked you, he truly did, but was it in the same manner as you loved him? Could he when it had never been an option before?

The mansion, somewhere stuck between his time and yours didn’t give him an answer. Not the libraries. Not the world surrounding them or Paris, nor the door.

“If you feel the same way, give me an answer. Else, I prefer the anticipation of speculation,” you had told him, and Theo couldn’t fathom why anyone would like the uncertainty of not knowing an answer to their feelings, even if no answer was an answer in itself.

It made Theo wonder. What is love?

The Greek knew nine forms of it. And Theo knew that he loved Vincent as a brother, like he loved art with his whole heart even if the talent wasn’t in his hand. He had loved his parents and his wife, but was it the same? Did it compare?

Theo had no answer. Not when he saw you smile down the halls, laughing at a joke made that made his heart jump followed with a sharp pang. Not when you stepped away from him ever so casually, the distance between your shoulders to his feeling like a world apart when he realised that you were giving him room. Room that he didn’t want.

You were a visionary, formed and morphed by the time ahead that came in like a breath of fresh air. A visionary that opened up Theo’s world in which he had moved through the motions thinking that there were no other options than the natural path. As natural as love came, for what was love other than the oxygen that filled his lungs, and the blood that coursed through his veins? It had no answer and it needed no answer, none other than the choice to allow it in. Allowing it to enter the space of his heart that Theo had never explored before, like he had ignored so many other parts of himself during his human life.

“Loving you is as natural as breathing,” he confessed. That was all the answer Theo could give, the conclusion to which he had come making him believe that, perhaps he as well, could be a visionary.

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Racing Stripes, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: sexual situations, smut, protected sex

“What are you doing?” Max looked confused as he stared between his friend and the girl that he’d picked. His brow quirked as he repeated, “Lando? What are you doing? Why are you here? You should be celebrating your first podium. This is a big deal for you.”

“A deal is a deal,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders, “I know that you would have fulfilled it if you had placed. And I keep my word.”

Max gave his friend a simple smile,” you don’t have to, you know? You deserve to celebrate.”

“It’s fine!” he offered, “Like I said, I know you would have picked her if you could have…and you know Bottas won’t let me choose her if he has any say in it. When I get the chance to celebrate, it will be good, but I don’t wish to celebrate with anyone other than her.”

“Are you sure?”

Max and Lando looked between themselves to the French woman and she shrugged, “hey…I follow my contract. If you want to give me up, I will not complain, especially if it’s to Max, but I want you to be sure, Monsieur Norris.”

“I’m sure,” he said gently. He lifted La La’s hand and kissed the back of it, “thank you for having dinner with me though. I enjoyed the conversation. It really brought great insight to me.”

“But of course.”

“Your prince awaits!” he smiled, gesturing to Max. La La squealed, running into the driver’s arms. Max smiled, inhaling her signature sweet scent as it wrapped around him.

‘Thank you’ he mouthed to his friend as his own arms wrapped around her.

Lando shot him a wink, turning away from the hotel room and heading back down the hall to where his was.

“So…you are stuck with me yet again, Monsieur Verstappen.”

“I believe it is you who is stuck with me,” he teased, releasing her. He turned and closed the door, then turned his full attention back onto her. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he noticed her looking at the tv, her own brow raised. He smiled guiltily, “I came in 20th. I didn’t expect to see you in my room, especially after Bottas reneged on our deal.”

Her gaze softened as she looked at Max, her arms wrapping around his middle. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the cheek, “What you did was sweet, Max…it was too kind a gesture of you…I know that your heart was in the right place.”

“Lando tell you?”

“We talked of his crush on Sugar over dinner, oui,” she nodded sweetly, “and I told him of how she feels the same.”

“Oh…so you were gossiping with Lando over dinner, while I was sulking in my room alone?”

She smiled, “an we talked of you, of course…we talked of all the drivers.”

“You and your penchant for gossip,” he tisked, “what am I ever going to do with you?”

“Oh, but I have no idea,” she teased, her hands sliding up his chest until they went around his neck. She wrapped herself entirely around him, pressing her body against his, “you know, there are ways to keep me quiet and all tucked away against you.”

“I know of those ways!” Max smirked, “Quite honestly, I think you prefer those methods of keeping you quiet.”

“But what better way than to be stuffed full of the man who knows my body best?” she teased even further. One of her hands slid up into his short, cut hair, tugging gently on the fine hairs on the back of his head, while the other slid back down his body until it hit the hem of his sleep shorts.

He took a sharp breath in; his body already reacting to the French seductress, “you know…I already have the game paused…but I have a new one we could play…and the joystick is a lot more fun than the one on my controller.”

“Ohh, my favorite kind!” she grinned, pulling him into a breathtaking kiss.

Sheila moaned, her back arching as Charles thrust deep into her core. His lips parted as he hit the edge of his high, “Fuck. I-I’m going to-“

“Cum for me, Charles!”

With another thrust, his hips stuttered, and he groaned, filling the condom quickly. On either side of her head, he was grabbing the pillow, his hands clenched as he twisted the fabric beneath him. She rolled her hips gently, continuing the high for the driver. His eyes closed and his abs tensed, the sensations becoming almost too much for him.

He started to pull out, her core shuddering around him, and his eyes shot open, “Fuck.”

Her legs locked around his waist as her own aftershocks ran through her, driving him deep into her core once more as their bodies pressed together.

“Not yet,” she whimpered softly against him. Charles nodded, his throat going dry as he watched the beauty beneath him coming down from her own orgasm. His fingers unclenched, relaxing on either side of her head, and one hand reached down to stroke her cheek, and brush away the hair from her face that had stuck to it because of the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated. Her thighs twitched when he moved, and she unhooked her legs, nodding at him, “do it quick…or you’re not getting out from between my thighs.”

He smiled at the taunt, “you say that like it’s a bad thing!”

She tried to smile through her high, but ended up moaning as he pulled out.

“Oh god…” she moaned softly, her hands rushing up to her face.

“Oh, god…that was perfect!” the Monegasque driver exclaimed as he rolled off of the Englishwoman and laid on his side of the bed. His cock began to soften as his breathing evened out, and he pulled the condom off, haphazardly tossing it into the garbage can in the corner of the room, “Fuck, I needed that.”

“Yeah…”

He reached over, smiling at her, “thank you, Sheila. As always, you know just what to do.”

“Are you okay, Charles?”

His brow raised as he watched her sit up, wrapping the sheet around herself. He sighed, knowing just how she was able to read him, “Charlotte.”

“Shwartzman chose her,” she nodded, agreeing with the driver, “I know…”

“Does it…does it ever bother you girls?” he asked after a moment, “you know…sleeping with one of us, and then the next week, seeing another?”

“It’s why a lot of us don’t do relationships,” she admitted with a shrug, “Hanna and Sebastian were dating long before he became an F1 driver, and they agreed on her being a motorsports girl so that they have financial security when he retires in a few years. They banked most of their paychecks…but with other girls, I don’t know…I mean, Mon Ami and Esteban finally became official, but Gasly chose her…and you know he’s only doing it to drive a wedge between them…some people are vindictive, Charles…”

"Pierre's always had a thing for her...Esteban was just first to act on it..."

"I don't know, Charles...relationships are too confusing in our line of work."

“And what of you and Danny Ric then?”

She frowned, “I don’t want to talk about that, Charles…this is your time with me.”

He sighed, “I know if you were given the chance to choose, you wouldn’t be choosing me. You’d be choosing him.”

“Daniel and I don’t work out…we never do.”

“You might think that, but I know that he doesn’t.”

“Charles…you picked me…why are you trying to talk me out of being with you right now?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Is it because of Charlotte?” she asked gently, rolling onto her side and leaning forward until she was leaning against his chest, “because I won’t let you push me away. You’re too good a guy to loathe yourself over something that isn’t your fault.”

“Yeah…I guess.”

Chapter 4

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'Till Death Do Us Part {Chapter Six}

Elorcan. Rockstar Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab.

‘Til Death Do Us Part Masterlist

Elide -

“I can’t believe you’re going to be married in less than six weeks.”

As soon as the words leave Aelin’s mouth, nerves fill my stomach. Just a handful of weeks and I’ll be a married woman.

To a man that I’ve never met.

It’s as daunting as it is exciting. I’d found my dress the day after I found out that I had been accepted into the program, and all it needed was a veil to go with it. Which is what I’m working on now at Aelin’s apartment. My simple lace veil that I cut and stitched is sitting on a mannequin head as I look down at my tray of beads.

“You know,” Aelin chimes from where she sits on her couch with a glass of wine and my wedding planning notebook, “you could just buy a veil and not put in the thirty hours it’s going to take you to hand stitch that.”

I chuckle as I shake my head. “Maybe so, but I’m going to make it exactly how I like it. No one else in the world will have this veil. It’ll be special.”

Aelin’s eyes softened as she flipped to my checklist. “You’re right. You’re going to look so beautiful… I can’t wait.”

My cheeks warm as I thread my needle. “Thanks. Oh, don’t forget, we have to pick up your maid of honor dress tomorrow. It’s supposed to be in in the morning.”

Draping her arm over the back of the couch in classic dramatic Aelin fashion, she says, “Like I could forget about that dress. I’ve been starving myself to fit into it.”

She had, in fact, not been starving herself, thanks to her already killer body. Fitting into that dress would be no problem, and she knew it.

My dress won’t be ready until the week of the wedding, thanks to the bustle I asked them to add for the train. I’m already clumsy and I’m short. I don’t need to be tripping over the train of my dress and falling on my face in front of my new husband and his family.

His family.

I’m sure his side of the aisle is going to be filled with people who love and care for him. Mine is going to have Aelin and Rowan and…that’s it. I don’t have parents that support me or siblings that want the best for me. I don’t have any grandparents or cousins.

And my uncle sure as hell isn’t invited.

Hopefully, by marrying into it, I’ll get the family I’ve already dreamed of.

“You know what else we need to get?” Aelin asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I look back down into the tray of beads, going with a tiny iridescent one, that changes color depending on what angle the light hits it. “Hmm?”

She wiggles her eyebrows. “Your wedding night lingerie.”

My steady hand isn’t so steady as I start to sew, pricking directly into my finger as her words register. Blood wells, dripping onto my leg. I stand, careful not to drop into the floor or my veil, and head for the kitchen.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” Aelin jumps up and follows me.

Rinsing my hand off, I hiss as it stings a bit and grab a paper towel. “I’m fine, just stuck myself.” I clear my throat. “We’ll have literally just met, Ace. I don’t think I’ll need any lingerie.”

She blinks at me. “You’ll be married, Elide… You have to treat this like a real marriage.”

“And I’m going to,” I reply, my anxiety already rising. I think I might be breaking out in hives. “But… I can’t have sex with him the night I meet him. That’s… It… Sex has to mean something to me.”

She still says nothing and then her eyes go wide. “Are you telling me you haven’t fucked anyone since you ask Ren broke up?”

My cheeks heat. “No.”

Aelin grabs my good hand. “Gods, Elide, I knew the last few guys had sucked, but I figured you’d at least hooked up with someone since Ren. It’s been over two years.

She squeezes my hand for emphasis, in case I somehow missed the fact that it had been two years since my last relationship.

I sigh as I tear my gaze away from hers. “It’s not like I haven’t wanted to, I just… I don’t know. Ren was everything to me, you know? To just give my body to anybody after that…” I shake my head. “With him, it was something special. I’ve never been interested in sex for the sake of having sex. That’s what the contents of my nightstand are for.”

Aelin laughs but her eyes remain soft, serious. “Well, I respect that…but either way, we need to do some lingerie shopping. Whether he sees it or not, you deserve to feel sexy. And when you are ready, you’re going to want to have something in your closet that’ll blow his mind.”

I laugh because she’s completely ridiculous, but also because the thought excites me. I haven’t bought new lingerie since I was with Ren. A new life, a marriage, meant that I should be moving on once and for all. Maybe a new drawer of lingerie in my dresser could signify that.

I open my mouth to reply but the front door opens and I’m not about to continue this conversation in front of Rowan.

“Aelin?” He calls and Aelin rolls her eyes but she’s smiling fondly. That smile makes my heart ache, makes it long for me to hopefully soon feel the same way about someone.

“Kitchen!” She calls. “Elide is here so when you walk into the living room, touch nothing!”

Rowan’s footsteps come to a stop.

As does another set followed by an oof and a muttered, “The fuck are you stopping in front of me for?”

Aelin’s eyes go wide and she looks from me to the doorway. Before I can ask what’s going on, Rowan hollers back, “Lorcan and I just finished up at the gym. We were gonna play through a couple songs he’s been working on.”

Lorcan.

The name is familiar. I know he’s one of Rowan’s band mates, but I listened to all of twenty seconds of one of their songs when Rowan and Aelin met and that was enough for me. Personally, I think music should be able to be understood, but that’s just me.

So I have no idea if Lorcan is the drummer or singer — can you technically call him a singer if he’s screaming everything? — or bass player. Rowan plays guitar, but while I assume that role is covered, metal bands could have two guitarists. They’re certainly loud enough for two.

“Dude. Don’t broadcast that. They’re not ready.”

His voice is low and rumbly and rough.

Rowan replies, “It’s my girlfriend and her best friend, dumbass. They aren’t going to say anything.”

These two sound more like brothers than best friends. I’ve still got a bloody paper towel wrapped around my hand and Aelin suddenly remembers why we were in the kitchen in the first place. “Shit, first aid kit.”

She hurries out into the living room, towards the guest bathroom where I know she keeps the bandaids and other medical essentials for emergencies. Pulling the paper towel off, I rinse the prick under the sink again. It’s barely bleeding at this point, but I’ll let Aelin doctor it up since she went to the trouble of getting the first aid kit.

As I shut the water off, I hear Lorcan’s low voice, but only catch the tail end of the sentence. “…looks like Pinterest threw up in here.”

I blink, knowing we’d left a few bridal magazines open, there were some fabric swatches on the coffee table, and, of course, my unfinished veil. But I didn’t think it was that bad.

Aelin returned and must’ve seen my frown because she asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, but can’t say anything more because Aelin is pulling me from the kitchen towards the stairs. “Where are you taking me?”

“You lost a lot of blood.” She winks. “Thought you may like to lie down.”

I blink and laugh as I shake my head. “I’m fine.” I nod to her hand. “Thank you for my bandaid. I have to get back to work. There’s only so much time—”

Rowan rounds the corner and behind him stands a giant. Literally, he’s a giant. I can tell his hair is long even though it’s pulled back and his muscles are certainly eye-catching. He wears a tanktop and basketball shorts that suit him. He’s undeniably handsome.

I see a glint of metal on his face and—

And he has a nose ring.

His eyes meet mine and one brow quirks before they roam my body.

My cheeks heat.

I hardly notice that Aelin has gone still, that she shoots Rowan a look but her boyfriend is grinning and I feel like I’ve missed something, but I can’t look away from this man and his wandering eyes.

“Hey,” he says, and I nearly jump when he speaks. I was so focused, too focused on how he was looking at me. “I’m Lorcan.” He nods to Aelin. “Aelin.”

“Hey,” Aelin says, and she stretches out the word as she takes my hand. “Elide was just bleeding to death. Excuse us.”

She tugs me towards the stairs again, and this time I relent. Mostly because I want to get out from under Lorcan’s stare. There’s something about him that makes me…nervous. He’s definitely a bad boy, that much is clear. Prince Charming didn’t have facial piercings and neck tats.

Besides, I’m getting married in six weeks. I shouldn’t be worried about how some rockstar was just looking me up and down with fuck me eyes.

I mean, he was, wasn’t he? That’s what the up and down, up and down was before his intense stare met mine.

My brain catches on the other red flag in that sentence.

Rockstar.

Regardless of what instrument he plays, that man downstairs is a world famous rockstar. He probably sees a girl and if he wants her, he has her. That type of guy will never want to settle down and get married.

Sighing, I thank the gods for sending the exception to my best friend.

Lorcan -

As soon as the girls’ footsteps recede, Rowan heads for the fridge. He opens it up, grabbing two protein shakes and tosses one to me. “So…that was Elide.”

The way he says it is…weird.

I’ve known the man half my life and he’s hiding something.

“I gathered,” I say, twisting off the top and chugging it in one go. “Weird that I’ve never met with how long you’ve been dating Aelin.”

He drinks his at a normal pace, like a normal human, and nods. “That’s a very intentional move.”

I whirl towards him after I throw out the empty container. “What? Why?”

The motherfucker snorts as if it’s not only funny, but obvious. “Because Aelin’s friends are off limits.”

“She let me meet Lysandra.” She was hot. She’d also puked all over me in the back of a limo, which is a pretty immediate boner killer.

“Lysandra is engaged to her cousin,” Rowan responds. “So there’s zero chance of you trying to fuck her.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Does that mean Elide is single?”

He punches my arm, much harder than I’m anticipating. “You’re getting married in six weeks, remember?”

I grunt as I rub the stretch of skin his fist came in contact with. “Yeah, doesn’t mean I’m married yet.”

Rowan stares at me for a minute before cursing. “You’re serious.” I don’t see what the big deal is, which apparently has him feeling incredibly disappointed in me. I know this when he begins his lecture. “Lor, you can’t go around trying to fuck every woman you find attractive. You have to save it for your wife.”

I look down at the it he’s referring to with a frown. It’s already been over a week since my last hookup. That in itself is a miracle. “I don’t recall that being a part of the deal.”

“It’s not,” Rowan grumbled, “but it should be a part of your morals.”

I look to the spot where Elide disappeared too soon. She was far hotter than any girl I’d been with in years. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I’d been with a woman as gorgeous as her.

“Lorcan,” Rowan snapped, bringing me back to our conversation. “Are you listening?”

“Yes, dad,” I mumble and know it’s petty but I also don’t give a damn.

“Fuck you.” He lifts his fist and for a second, I think he might punch me again. Instead, he shoves me. “Come on, let’s go over those lyrics you wrote.”

With that, he heads back out towards the living room and I follow. As we head for the basement where his studio is, I look around at the different magazines open around the room, the pictures of flowers printed out and laid next to different colored fabrics, and the long, intricate piece of sheer fabric laid out over a chair.

I look at the pieces one more time before looking at the room as a whole. “Are you and Aelin getting married or something?”

Rowan’s hand pauses on the doorknob. “No, definitely not, why would you ask?”

“Because your living room is full of wedding shit?”

He hesitates for a beat too long before saying, “Elide makes her own clothes and lotions and candles and shit. She must be helping someone with a wedding and making their veil.”

It makes sense, especially because I’d apparently not been allowed to meet Elide, since she was single, so it can’t be her stuff.

I pause, my earlier confusion about not being allowed to meet her previously turning into anger.

“You know what?” I shake my head, backing up. “I’m actually not feeling well. I think I’m gonna head home. We can work on the songs tomorrow.”

I don’t want to be pissed at my best friend, because he was right. He’d made the right move, but it doesn’t make me any less mad. It just makes me mad at myself. If I’d been allowed to meet Elide before now, I definitely would have tried to fuck her.

Hell, I still want to now, but there’s no way Aelin wouldn't find out, and I have zero doubt that she would tattle to her boss. I’d get kicked out of the study and that’s not what I’m trying to have happen.

I want to get married. I want to have that one person who promises to be there for me just like I’ll be there for her. But I don’t have time to wade through the girls who claim they want me for me and not for my money. And once I get married, no one will ever be more faithful than I am.

But I’m not married yet, and Aelin’s hot, little best friend has got my dick feeling some kind of way.

I gotta get out of here.

His eyes narrow slightly. He doesn’t look suspicious, just like he’s checking me out. After a second, he nods. “You didn’t drink enough water today.”

“I’ll get something to drink,” I promise.

Won’t be water, but I’ll definitely be drinking.

He watches me for another second before nodding. “Come by around eleven tomorrow,” he says. “Aelin will be at work.”

“Great.” I tell him goodbye and let out a sigh of relief once I’m out the door. I suddenly feel like a shit best friend and a shit future husband and contemplate everything.

I need that drink.

Once behind the wheel of my car, I can’t decide whether I want to wind up at the bar or raid the local liquor store, but I decide on the first so I can have someone mix my drinks for me.

I pull into the parking lot of one of Terrasen’s most rundown establishments and enter through the windowless door in the alley. The poor customers of the dive bar probably have no idea what time it is or most likely don’t even remember their own names at this point.

My kind of people.

Once I’m seated at the bar I order a Jack and coke for one hand and whatever the bartender recommended on tap for the other. I down the first before starting on the second, another glass already on its way.

It’s probably not the best way of dealing with shit, but at least I’m handling it alone and no one else is getting dragged into my messed up thoughts.

I can’t stop picturing Elide.

She was wearing comfy clothes, but even beneath the too big t-shirt and leggings, I could tell she had a body I could get behind. Literally. I would do just about anything to get behind her right now.

I feel even shittier, because I’ve heard Aelin talk about her before, but can’t recall anything about her. I knew she existed, I just assumed she wasn’t around cause she was busy or didn’t want to meet me for whatever reason, that she didn’t like our music or something. I didn’t think much about her cause I didn’t know her.

Now I want to.

I want to actually know her, who she is. I don’t just want to fuck her, but it would be really cool if I could do that, too.

I finish off the beer, just as the bartender brings me my second drink. I tell him I’ll let him know when I’m ready for another and he leaves me to wallow in my misery.

If I hadn’t signed up for the marriage study, maybe I could have had a chance to know her.

Never know now though.

As I take a drink, I gaze down the bar, catching the eyes of two women. They both have the look of someone who would be at a bar in the middle of the day on a Sunday, but so am I, so who am I to judge?

Speaking of, if I’m going to get drunk on a Sunday afternoon, I’m gonna make it count. I flag down the bartender. He’s an older guy, somewhere between fifty and sixty, if the heavily salt-and-peppered dark hair is any indication. As he stops in front of me, I ask, “What would it take to get you to just leave what’s left of that bottle of Jack with me?”

He shook his head. “No can do. I’ve got—”

I pull my wallet out of the hidden pocket of my shorts and pull two hundred dollar bills out, dropping them on the bar. If I’m going to mope, I’d at least like to mope without having to ask for a refill.

With his hands on his hips, the bartender looks at the money, his lips pursed. Without another word, he turns to the bottles of liquor on the wall behind the bar, and rather than grabbing the almost empty one he’d been pouring from, to my surprise, grabs a brand new bottle. It’s even still got the seal on it.

He sets it down in front of me, but doesn’t release it until I meet his eye. “Don’t make me regret this.”

I nod and he gives me a large glass of ice, before I swipe both and go find a nice dark booth to settle in. After pouring a few fresh ice cubes into what remained of my old drink, I rip the plastic off the bottle and open it, pouring a healthy glass before I put it to my lips.

Getting shit faced before two pm. Not one of my finer moments.

As I look around the bar, the two women catch my eye again. The prettier of the two, the one with blonde hair cut to her chin, is already looking at me. I nod my head, gesturing for them to join me. If I’ve got an entire bottle, I might as well share.

Blondie whispers something to her friend and then they’re walking over and sliding into the booth across from me.

“Hi,” blondie croons, her smile sweet and seductive.

“Hey,” I say, then wink at her friend. She flips her hair over her shoulder. “What’re your names?”

Blondie shakes her head. “You don’t get the luxury of that knowledge, not yet.”

That’s probably a good thing because I’m shit with names anyway. I nod towards their glasses. “Drink?”

Blondie slides their glasses over to me. “Impressive how you handled the bartender. I like a man that isn’t afraid to have an entire bottle to himself.”

I want to tell her that that’s sad and ask who the hell hurt her to have such low expectations of men, but considering I’m the poor asshole with an entire bottle of liquor, I don’t. “Luckily for you, I got it to share.”

I pour her a glass, then her friend, overriding whatever fruity drink they already had.

“So tell me, what brings you here in the middle of the afternoon?” She asks.

A girl I find attractive but can’t even talk to. “Personal misery,” I answer, before gesturing between the two of them. “And you?”

“Boredom mostly,” she answers honestly, that twist of her lips never fading. “Hoping to find someone interesting to help us get rid of that boredom.”

Us?

I hadn’t been intending on a two for one deal, but why not? I already hate myself anyway.

I take a second to look at the second girl. She’s too busy looking down at her phone to notice my gaze and her friend is too busy talking to care. It’s not that she isn’t attractive. She is, it’s just clear that she doesn’t put as much effort into her appearance as Blondie does. It’s dark in the bar, and even darker in the booths where we’re sitting, but I’m pretty sure her hair is similarly colored to Elide’s.

Damn it, I gotta stop thinking about her.

I take a sip of my drink, which is now a solid ninety percent whiskey, and then back to Blondie, because she’s actually giving me the time of day.

“Oh, my god, it is you!”

My gaze jerks back to Not Elide and her eyes are wide as she stares at me. “You’re Lorcan Salvaterre. You’re the vocalist for the Cadre.” She suppresses a squeal, which I’m extremely thankful for, but I immediately relax. Because it’s clear she’s a fan, which means we’re back in groupie territory, which I am very familiar with.

“You didn’t tell us you were famous,” Blondie says, eyes bright, and Not Elide scoots closer to her.

“You would’ve found me attractive either way,” I say, and they know full well that I’m saying, You would’ve fucked me either way.

Emptiness.

It’s a life of emptiness.

I welcome it as I down the rest of my glass.

“Maybe so,” Blondie admits and she leans forward so I get just the tiniest bit more of her cleavage in my line of sight. “You know, we’ve heard about you. Care to show us if the rumors are true?”

There it is. The offer, less than five minutes after meeting me. They want me, want to suck my cock and do gods know what else just to say that they’ve done it all with a celebrity.

It’s the thrill of their lives.

Their highest point.

Too bad it’s my lowest.

“Ladies room, five minutes,” I say, and pour myself another glass before I can think better of it.

They’re out of the booth before it’s even full.

Five minutes is an arbitrary number. I have no idea what time it is and I’m not going to count down the minutes to go in there. Leaning back in the booth, I sip my drink until it’s empty and I refill it again. I swear, I can feel the old bartender’s eyes on me. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had. I doubt he has.

After what may have been two minutes or may have been twenty, I get up from the booth, leaving the bottle behind. The neon sign advertising the location of the restrooms has seen better days, not unlike the entire joint, and the “r” in between “t” and “o” has gone out.

Tipsier than I thought I was if that is capable of making me laugh, I snort and head in the direction of the “Restooms”, knowing the girls will still be there, waiting for me.

It doesn’t matter how long it takes, they always wait.

I push open the door to the ladies and there they are, leaning against the far wall. They’re holding hands. I take a quick look at both stalls, making sure they’re unoccupied, before flipping the lock to the door.

Turning back to the girls, I say, “Wouldn’t want anyone walking in on us, would we?”

I’m halfway across the room before either of them answers. “No. We want you to ourselves.”

Not Elide is the one that speaks. Seems that now that she knows who I am, she’s the more confident of the two. Sorta gives her an edge she didn’t have out there in the bar. The lighting is also, surprisingly enough, better in the bathroom, and now I can see that her hair is dark, but not near as dark as Elide’s.

That’s a pity.

Pausing in front of them, I let my arms hang at my sides. “Then you’d better prove it.”

They waste no time as they approach me, Blondie on one side and Not Elide on the other. One finds my neck with her lips, the other runs her fingers down my arm. I know this is going to be one of those times when I hardly have to do a thing so I close my eyes and relax. Blondie’s mouth goes to my collarbone while Not Elide takes my face into her hands and kisses me, roughly. I feel her tongue ring against my tongue and chuckle. She leans back with wide eyes that I meet with a grin. She kisses me again before I can say a word while Blondie falls to her knees.

I want to say this is the first time I’ve been locked in a dingy bathroom with two women at my beck and call.

It’s not.

Not Elide has her hand fisted in my hair and she moans, a sound that’s half fake and half desperate. It’s not until Blondie’s hand is palming my junk that I come to my senses.

Rowan’s words haunt me, damn him. You’re getting married in six weeks, remember?

Six weeks and I’m going to be someone’s husband. Someone that I’m sure, that I’m hoping, is not locked in the bathroom with strangers they’re about to fuck.

As Blondie tugs on my shorts, I break the kiss with Not Elide.

“Wait, fuck, stop.” Not Elide pauses, mostly because my hands have found hers and pried them from my hair, freeing me from her grip. Blondie either has selective hearing or thinks this is some backwards form of foreplay, because rather than stopping, like I asked her to, she pulls in my shorts again, harder this time.

They come down, and thanks to the second layer lining the shorts, I never wear underwear with them. Which means my cock is now out.

Blondie’s hand fists me, harder than I was expecting, but godsdamnit, just how I like it, and I have to force myself to grab my shorts and pull them back up. Her hand falls away as my dick is safely tucked away inside my shorts.

Shaking my head, I back away. “I can’t do this. It’s— It’s not fair to her.”

Not Elide looks like I just ran over her puppy and Blondie is still on her knees.

I head for the door, but before I reach it one of them asks, “Who is her?”

I unlock the door but pause before pushing it open. “I have no idea.”

With that vague, cryptic as fuck answer, I haul ass out of the bathroom, out of the bar, and out onto the Orynth streets.

#til death do us part #elorcan tddup #tddup #snelbz x the lady of death collab #snacmc collabs #throne of glass fanfiction #elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan lochan #elide x lorcan

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eunchancorner · 1 year

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Ok,idk if u take requests from the same person twice,but I've had this idea all day.......ghost Jon tickling tord to show he's forgiven

Let me just say something, to you and all of my previous askers: I LOVE when people ask for more than one fic. It makes me feel like you just like my writing that much, to ask for more. It feels very nice ^w^

Ler Jon, Lee Tord

Warning: Mentions of m u r d e r, and cussing

Word count: 1088

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Tord never regretted killing anyone. Not once. After all, he was Red Leader. He went on killing sprees for fun. He did that kind of thing professionally, and without remorse.

So why was this random man he had never spoken to, who he remembered killing, suddenly stuck in his mind?

It couldn’t have been remorse or regret. No, not at all. Maybe it was how shockingly… plain he looked, even while bleeding out of his chest. Maybe it was the fact he had died in someone else’s arms. Maybe it was because this man had made him miss his one fucking shot at killing that damn JEHOVAH’S WITNESS ASSHOLE-

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, taking a sip of hot cocoa. It was too frozen outside to get anything accomplished, so he had given himself and most of his staff the day off. A nice, relaxing day in with nothing more than a cup of cocoa, whatever song he could get working on his arm’s speaker, and a nice comfy chair. It was all he needed…

That is, if he could stop thinking about that man.

What was it he had heard that other one call him? ‘John’? That seemed about right. He took out a piece of paper, placing it down and writing the name on it, then leaned back, holding it up and reading it over and over, trying to remember how exactly his face looked. He remembered it being so… plain. Normal. Short tan hair. Blue button up shirt. That was what was most notable about him. How utterly forgettable he looked. Even his name was plain.

“Hm. Ironic…” he mumbled, tilting his head as he read the paper.

“Actually, there’s no ‘h’ in my name.”

Tord literally leapt out of his chair upon hearing that, looking back to see a partially transparent figure peeking from behind. It took him a bit to realize, this was the ghost of this very John- er, Jon. Was that why he was so stuck in his head? He was literally HAUNTING him?! Should he call someone? A priest or exorcist? What was he supposed to do with a literal ghost in his room?!

“Are you here for revenge?” was the one question that escaped his lips, clicking multiple buttons on his robotic arm as though he could find a defense option for vengeful spirits.

“What?! No, of course not!”

“And why would I believe that? Hell, I don’t know why I asked. You’re obviously here to make sure I suffer just as much, huh?”

“No, no, that’s not it at all! I promise!”

“A ghost has nothing to promise on!”

“What does that even mean?!”

“IT MEANS I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!”

Jon was beginning to see why Tom hated this guy, he was pretty frustrating. He only wanted to talk with someone, and this guy seemed cool despite killing him. But how was he meant to prove he only wanted to talk? That he was a friendly ghost?

Wait… That’s it!

“Then let me prove it to you, with a little game!” Jon offered innocently, and while Tord was skeptical, he knew he was much less likely to die if he somehow won this ‘little game’.

“Alright… how does this game go…?” he questioned, obviously nervous.

“Simple! I turn invisible, and you have to try to catch me! I’ll keep giving little hints of where I am, and if you manage to grab me, you win! But, if I win… I get to choose my prize! Sound fair?”

“Is your prize… blood?”

“No! Stop thinking I want to kill you!”

“Ok, ok, I’ll try. Let’s begin…”

“Great!” Jon chirped before turning invisible and began moving around the room, occasionally tapping on something, giving hints like he said. Tord, however, refused to move, thinking one wrong step could lead to his demise.

Jon saw how tense he was, and it made him upset. Thankfully, with Tord standing still, he could initiate his plan flawlessly.

Poke.

Tord flinched as he felt it, sudden and surprisingly ticklish for a single touch. He looked around, rubbing his side where he’d felt it.

Another poke, right between his ribs on the same side. He noticed how Jon seemed to avoid his injured side, which was pretty considerate, oddly enough.

He squeaked as he felt a poke right above his hip, quickly covering the spot with his hand, his head whipping around as though he could use sight against the ghost.

“Ohh, good spot?” he heard an enthusiastic chirp from somewhere on his left, and instead of answering, he lunged in the general direction, grabbing exactly nothing.

“Woah! Got pretty close! But not close enough, I’m afraid!” Jon punctuated his sentence with some quick pokes to Tord’s hip, earning a squeaky giggle before he reached out for his hands. Nothing, again.

“Not quite!” he heard the sweet chirp before he felt something fluttering against his neck, pulling yet another surprised giggle from him as he scrunched up.

“Dahammit, stop moving!” Tord demanded, reaching for him fruitlessly again.

“No way! That’s half the fun! Oh, by the way, you only have a minute left to catch me!”

The cycle continued that whole minute: Jon would find another tickle spot and poke at it until Tord reached to stop him, then he’d back off for a few seconds before coming back. After nearly a minute had gone by, he started counting down.

“5…”

“WAIT-”

“4…”

“Nononono I can’t lose!”

“3…” poke poke poke.

“Nohohoho c’mere!!” he reached, but nothing.

“2…”

“No goddammit!”

“1! Time’s up! Looks like I win!” Jon chirped as he turned visible, standing in front of Tord with a sweet smile. “And that means I get to choose my prize! And I want it to be…” he looked the man up and down before he decided on something he was sure they’d both agree on.

“I want my prize to be you telling me about yourself!”

“I… really? That’s all you want?” the Nordic boi questioned, skeptical.

“I mean, unless you really want to go through a nice, long round of tickling~”

“NONO- No, telling you about me is fine!”

“Great! And maybe afterwards you can show me around! I wanna remember this place before I go. Sound good?”

“You know what, Jon? It does. Come, let’s talk,” Tord smiled a bit as he sat down in his chair, Jon floating beside him as he began to walk through his tale of life.

Turns out not all ghosts are vengeful.

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This is utter ass, I’m sorry, but I got it done while listening to music so I was basically only half-focused ;w;

#eun writes #eddsworld #ew #eddsworld jon #ew jon #eddsworld tord #ew tord #eddsworld tickles #ew tickles #tord #jon #ghost!jon #ler!jon #lee!tord #ticklish!tord

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dallonwrites · 7 months

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3, 4, & 7 for beaulix :3

3. What was their first impression of each other?

When they first met Beau was a lot more extroverted and had no problem approaching strangers and trying to befriend them so he literally just thought Felix seemed cool and looked cute he is a simple man! Also Beau was with his younger brother when they met (it was in an arcade) and thought Felix interacted with his brother nicely/appropriately which is like. number one green flag for him.

Felix on the other hand did have a similar first impression but he was also just So anxious because he literally could not comprehend that some guy just like! wants to hang out with him and is talking with him?!?!? The more they get to know each other the more he realises he does enjoy Beau's company actually but a lot of those first interactions are murky because Felix is just like what the hell do you mean someone wants to be my friend?? Like I'm having normal friend interactions with another person right now??? Also can't wait to write the moment where Felix's repression finally dissolves and he's like wait Beau Is Like Really Pretty

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Overall I don't think there's one that is more affectionate than the other like all the time but Felix's love language would definitely be physical touch so most of the time it's him LOL he's clingy....he wants to hold his hand hold his arm have their knees/thighs pressed together under the table....hugs from behind hugs from the side will move closer to him in his sleep (he is also just a physical affectionate guy overall with anyone he loves not just with romantic partners like he is soooo wanting to rest his head on Dorothy's shoulder most of the time). Not to psychoanalyse but it is like definitely because he did not get physical affection growing up

I wouldn't say in contrast that Beau doesn't initiate affection as much I think he is just like. not as quick to do it or won't have the same kind of impulse urge Felix has most of the time. Like Beau tends to feel like he's "stuck" in his own body (his own words) where it's not like he's disassociated but he's just so focused on himself internally and how he's processing the world around him because the world around him is So Much (autism <3) that he might like. forget for a moment that he's with someone or that he wanted to hold their hand. Also he definitely overthinks worrying about misreading a situation and the person not actually wanting to be touched and rejecting it, which is so fair but he is also definitely overthinking it in situations where he does not need to and the communication has already been clear! autism <3 part of Lover Boy development is about being more confident over this

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Omgggg okay in RR despite being so wrapped up in each other they never actually say I love you. Like I think they can't bring themselves to say it even when they want to because they're aware on some level of the fragility of their relationship + their lives around it and as the plot gets more intense which I think is really interesting contrasted with just...how attached they are to each other. There are definitely instances tho where I think they are trying to say it in other words like Felix literally making him a mixtape of what he believes are the most beautiful songs in the world (which btw he made this as an APOLOGY gift....girl!). Like they're trying so hard not to say it!

Which ultimately means the first time they say I love you is going to be in Lover Boy which is like OMGGGGGG who knows what that'll look like! Not me!

ship ask game

#yayyy beaulix infodump :3 #ask games #lover boy #RR

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abeat · 7 months

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22 - Fulsome

“What do you mean that gorgeous viera in there is your father?!” Lavender shook Joey repeatedly.

“What-more-did-you-want-me-to-say-Chef-should-I-start-writing-my-autobiography?!” Joey spoke through rattled breath as the viera woman continued shaking him.

“I - oooh - sorry, Sous Chef!” Lavender finally stopped shaking her dear friend. “I just…I just…well I have a massive hangover and now this!”

“Glad it cured you of your hangover at least…” Joey grumbled as he waited for the world to stop spinning.

“Oooh I’m sorry!” Lavender let go of him finally. “I just mean - you - him - I - just explain!”

The gorgeous viera man and bringer of apparent chaos and confusion stuck his head out into the hallway of the free company. “I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but if you come back inside and sit down, maybe we can discuss this? Instead of, you know, out here where everyone can hear us?” He offered with a slight grin on his face. “I mean it’s not like the origins of my own son are a secret from me.”

“O-oooh!” Lavender realized she had been acting foolish. Even by her own standards. “Oooh you’re right…I’m sorry..” She turned back to Joey. “Sorry, Sous Chef..”

“Let’s just go inside.” The other viera rubbed his head.

They returned to her quarters. She had always loved having company, and as such she kept a small portion of the room private for herself and the rest of the room furnished with a variety of chairs and tables. She even had her own mini bar, although she did not want any more alcohol at the moment.

Even if it felt like she might want some soon.

“How about some tea?” Joey offered as he went over to her mini bar. Indeed, along with her collection of cider, spirits and wine, she kept an even bigger collection of tea. Normally Lavender would get up to assist him, but her pounding headache told her to sit down so she could take in the entire situation. Besides, Joey was Sous Chef for a reason - more than capable of making tea.

Father and son, when they looked as though they could easily be twin brothers.

She could only imagine how startling the fulsome version of the story would be.

Joey brought over some tea. Lavender recognized the golden hue of her beloved, faithful oolong tea, and what seemed to be peppermint tea for Syo and Joey both.

“Thanks, son.” Syo smiled. He took a sip of his tea. Once he had a good gulp of the hot beverage, he put his cup back down. “So, er, who should start?”

“Maybe you should since it started with you in the first place?” Joey offered helpfully. “I can fill in the gaps.”

“All right.” Syo nodded as he turned to Lavender. “Well…it’s like this…”

Syo then told her such a fantastic story that she could scarce believe it. She had few questions or comments as the pair of them filled in all of the pertinent details as they went along. Lavender went between sipping the cool water that Syo had brought over and carefully sipping her oolong tea as she learned of their origin story.

She thought her own life in Eorzea was messed up. Evidently she had been living a simple life when compared to these two, and her own life was nothing short of bizarre. Especially when her younger sisters were a miqo’te, an au ra and a lalafell, going from oldest to youngest. Whenever she introduced her sisters to anyone and people assumed they were adopted by some kindly woman, Lavender never corrected them.

The fulsome truth boggled her own mind sometimes. Especially since they were all, in fact, related by blood. Even her miqo’te sister with skin as pale as the moon. The fact that the story of Syo and Joey could boggle her mind said a lot about their own origins. Not that she could ultimately judge them for it, or really say anything given her own origins.

“I…wow…” Lavender rubbed her head. “You two have been through a lot.”

“Eh, is what it is.” Syo rubbed the back of his head.

Joey looked to the side. “That’s why I don‘t like to talk about it.”

She sipped her tea again. “I promise not to tell anyone, not even my sisters, without your permission. Though if anyone asks me about you two, what should I say?”

“Tell them he’s my son and say nothing else just to see the look on their face.” Syo grinned at her, which made Lavender laugh.

“They can always ask us if you forget something.” Joey added.

“All right..” Lavender drank some more water. Whether it was the copious amounts of water with lemon or the magical healing properties of her favourite oolong tea, she could feel her headache start to abate slowly.

“How long are you here for?” Joey asked his father.

“It seems like a fun place to explore, so probably for a little while.” Syo answered as he helped himself to some of the baked treats Lavender always kept handy in her room.

“Join our linkshell. That way we can all talk to each other if you need something,” said Joey. The viera had always been focused on helping people first and foremost.

“Maybe we can go traveling together too.” Syo grinned at his son.

“I… don’t want to bother you….” Joey looked to the side. Given everything she had heard, Lavender wondered if her friend felt a bit awkward around his father. She could completely understand that.

“You never bother me. I’m sorry for not being there.” Syo put a hand on Joey’s shoulder.

Joey nodded vaguely and sipped his tea. He didn’t say anything as he put the empty cup on the table. It didn’t seem like he did anything in particular, but Lavender saw Syo put two fingers to his left ear. “Here’s the invite. I’ll finish Chef’s laundry.”

“Oh I can do my own laundry, you two go ahead-”

“I already started! You stay here and get the alcohol out of your system.” Joey narrowed his eyes at her. He had always been a good friend first and foremost, although his tolerance for her nonsense only went so far. It seemed she had hit it today.

Lavender hung her head. “Thank you, Sous Chef.”

“Good, good.” Joey nodded as he went to collect the discarded laundry basket from earlier. Refilling it with clothes, her own and his it seemed, he left the room to do his laundry magic.

Leaving her alone with Syo, which was perhaps Joey’s actual intention all along.

“How’re you feeling?” Syo grinned at her.

“A mixture of having my mind blown and feeling like an idiot.” Lavender replied honestly as she drank tea.

“The two feelings mixing into a cocktail?” Syo chuckled lightly at his own joke.

Lavender giggled. “It’s definitely the strongest drink I’ve had in awhile..”

His laughter raised into its usual wholehearted volume before he drank tea. “Like I said before, next time if you have something on your mind, how about you just come talk to me about it? It’ll be even easier now that I’m in your linkshell.”

“Ah…yeah…ah ha ha ha..” Lavender answered sheepishly.

“So, what drove you to drink so much?” Syo asked. He looked friendly enough, but his eyes bore into hers. She had the feeling he would not accept anything short of the whole truth.

Lavender drank more tea. “Do you have time for one more long story?”

Syo leaned forward until his elbows rested on his knees. “I have all the time in the world.”

Thank you to @adeat for Joey and Syo!

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #lavender helltear #joey madison #syo kurote

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emptymanuscript · 7 months

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Not a Nazi stochastic terrorism dog whistle at all. *eyeroll* This is the equivalent of sticking your pinkies in your mouth to whistle and then yelling, “hey,” instead.

I think the eternal shocker for me is that Trump’s approval rating is as high as it is among Jews. Subtlety just isn’t his thing. I suppose it’s just means that a quarter of us are Nazis as long as you don’t use the word.

I feel like Mother Night had it right.

I have stuck deep in my head that first image of Frankie Faison as Robert Sterling Wilson, the Black Fuhrer of Harlem, all dressed up in his fancy Nazi uniform and smiling brightly because he knows his mere presence upends what people think is reality.

Anyone can be a Nazi.

Even a Jew. It’s an ethic not an ethnicity. A Jewish Nazi just has a different group of people they think they should scapegoat as the source of all the world’s problems and so they’re absolutely justified in exterminating that group.

Trump’s not a Nazi because he is literally a member of the National Socialist German Workers' Party. He’s a Nazi because he believes people can be broken up into “good” and “bad” by basic traits and he’s just fine harming the “bad” people for the “greater good” which is somehow always a synonym for his own benefit. And he’s very content for the arc of history to favor his outlook, no matter how that looks. He would never personally look me in the eye and push me in an oven. He’s far too much of a coward. But if, having said this, someone happened to proudly take these words a little too seriously so that they looked me in the eye and pushed me in the oven for him, that would be ok.

Oh, he would deny culpability and say there were fine people on both sides. After all, Jared Kushner is an excellent “good” Jew. There are great Jews. Trump loves the Jews. It’s just that there are some “bad” Jews like me who happen to be both Jewish and “Woke.”

It’s so sad that the “some” happens to be the significant statistical majority. It would be so much easier, too, if you could tell just by looking at someone if they were “woke” or not. Of course, Trump can tell. All he has to do is look them in the eye - cue scene of Paul Newman as Ari Ben Canaan having something in his eye, could you have a look, is it still there - and he knows. I mean we all know what bad Jews look like, right? They’re just so good at hiding and blending in. Why if they didn’t have identifying bumper stickers, they might be able to hide inside a decent neighborhood. Right inside YOUR neighborhood. They might feel welcome to talk to you. To talk to your CHILDREN. To put their heathen Mosque, sorry Synagogue, but you know how all those non-Church Churches just look the same. You would have to see with the eyes of God… or Trump to really tell. That’s why I say kill ‘em all and let God sort it out.

I mean that’s easiest, right? Just one simple policy. Kill the “bad” people until they’re all gone or they’ve all finally gotten “reality” and turned “good.” Of course you have to be ever vigilant about that. It’s easy for someone to just pretend to be one of the “good” ones. They could hide in plain sight. Infiltrate. You gotta watch for them. Weed them out. Make guides to help others how to spot them. I mean, if you didn’t carefully analyze it, why, a man might pass as a woman and seduce YOU into being a Woke Jew. Because we all know that’s what they really want: us. To be like us and do to us what we need to do with them. They’ll hunt us down and weed us out and seduce us with false promises and then throw us in the ovens when we let our guard down.

Le Sigh. So much hate. I’m always profoundly disappointed to realize, once again, that of all the people who should know better, my own people just haven’t learned the lesson of our experiences. 27%. Ugh -_-. That number is too high. Way too high. History and experience should have taught Jewish Americans not to be Nazis. Not to trust demagoguery, despotism, and destructive rhetoric. We should have learned to distrust the destroyers. We should be honor students, not barely passing. Though, perhaps that’s me making the same fundamental error as the Nazis. There’s nothing intrinsically “good” or “bad” about a people. Not even my own. History’s most basic lesson is that a people, any people, as a general group is a terrible definition for how any given individual will act. It would just be easier if we could generalize better.

I wonder when someone will act on this post of Trump’s. The high holy days are going to make it easy to target Jews. Lots of people gathered in easily identifiable places.

Fucking Trump.

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#trump #politics #racism #antisemitism #anti islam #stochastic terrorism #bitter naval gazing

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beyond-the-divine-tomb-lore · 9 months

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The Ascension of Zelra (formerly Zelra Silkspinner)

[A transcript from the elven storyteller Ziren Kalthiro, who claims to have lived through the events of the story.]

In the elite district of the Celae Empire, there stood a mansion that had withstood the test of time. This house was home to the Silkspinner family and their assortments of servants and caretakers but was also home to a young girl named Zelra. This young girl was the only child of her two parents, Ragno and Arania, and had been brought up in spoiled joy, feasting on every morsel she could get her hands on and exploring the grounds of their mansion every day.

However, when the child turned 10, she experienced something horrible. All 6 of her eyes seized up and rolled back into her head, her face as white as a ghost and her mouth ajar. The child wailed, for what she had seen could make any grown man cry out.

Only a week after her 10th birthday, tragedy struck. Her mother had died, killed by the hands of a magic attack in the markets.

Zelra mourned for weeks, stuck in her room and miserable, visions of the future flashing in her eyes. She finally decided to do some good with her power, setting out to tell anyone and everyone of their fate through a simple touch. The girl had no need for money, so she simply did her job without pay.

Every day, hundreds of citizens would flood her small stand, asking the young girl for their fate. Every time, Zelra had to break the news one way or another, and warn them of a terrible fate in the hopes that they could change it.

After many years, the young girl transformed into a young woman, who had now become famous in the Celae Empire for her exploits of fortune telling.

The young woman caught the attention of the wayward goddess, Jagod, who had been passing through the region on her way to meet with Emperor Anastasios. She stood at the front of the line, placing her hand in front of the girl.

Jagod asked, “What is my fortune, girl?”

Zelra traced her finger on the woman’s palm, and her eyes rolled back in her head, her face going as white as the robes that Jagod wore.

“You will experience a great suffering in the days to come, you will get heavily injured, and you may not ever recover from these injuries,” The girl spoke softly.

Jagod was infuriated, “How dare you say that to me, a goddess!”

Zelra shook her head, “Please believe me, ma’am. All of my fortunes come true!”

Jagod gave her a swift backhand, one with enough force that it shook the eyes in Zelras head all the way around. “If all of your fortunes come true, then you must be wishing harm on a goddess.”

She smiled like a wild animal. Zelra shook her head, “I am telling the truth, my lady. Please believe me!”

Jagod became even more angry, and in one swift motion she dragged her sharp nails across the girl’s face, causing all of her eyes to start gushing blood, with large drag marks across them.

Zelra screamed out, falling from her chair and clawing her way back home, crawling on all fours back to her mansion, bedridden and faint from the amount of blood she had lost.

Finally, Jagod went to the palace of the Emperor, where she was greeted with open arms, though they said they needed to run a few tests with her help, as a part of their study. Jagod agreed haphazardly, as the inventors had stroked her ego and provided her with everything on the mortal realm that she may need.

Then, as swiftly as lightning struck, the inventors had leashed a small device onto Jagod’s wrist, and for just a second, which might as well be hours for a god, Jagod’s power was zapped. She slumped to the floor, her mortal form devastated by the loss of power. As soon as the minute was over, however, she burned the entire room of inventors, their charred bones falling to the floor in rapid succession.

Jagod thought back to the young woman who had warned her of a great injury like this, and she simply walked over to the home of Zelra, flying up to her window and giving the young woman a fright at the sudden sound of intrusion.

Jagod sauntered over to the young woman, placing a kiss to her forehead much like a mother would. She sat by the young girl and asked her a question, a simple question of whether or not she would like to become a god.

For many days and nights, the two simply sat there, as Zelra was stunned in thought. After the eighth day, Zelra nodded solemnly, her face just as white and pale as always when she told visions.

“You will bring devastation to the people… you will be the one to oversee their destiny,” Jagod said, “If you understand this, say yes.”

Zelra spoke quietly, “Yes.”

“Spectacular, I now declare you the goddess of Destiny and Fate,” Jagod said, her hand clutching around Zelra’s heart, an intrusion so slow that she had not noticed it slowly puncturing her chest for the 8 days and nights. “Welcome to your life as a goddess.”

In an instant, her mortal form was shed, a cocoon like energy enveloping her, burning all of her blood and expelling it rapidly. The girl was in agony, but Jagod held steadfast to her heart. She spoke sweet words, but her voice was laced with poison, calm in the face of the screeching form before her.

It is said to this day, that Zelra's heart is still not her own...

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #beyond the divine tomb

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Kiss

D&F: Hope you all like this! More to come!

This is it.

They’ve been together for a good while, and both of them have confessed their feelings to one another. It’s time…that they take the relationship to the next logical step:

Their first kiss.

The thought of it always makes Freddy blush. He had been preparing for the moment for some time. How he was going to approach DJ, what he was going to say…The glamrock bear even tried practicing for the kiss. Keyword being TRIED. With no DJ Music Man plush dolls being sold in the megaplex, Freddy had to…improvise.

He thought drawing a picture of the disc jockey's face and taping it to the large Freddy plushie would work. However, all it did was made the lead singer horribly embarrassed with every failed attempt. Plus, the paper kept falling off, so Freddy had to give up on that part of the plan. He'll just…have to wing it. When the day comes, just say a few simple words and that's it.

Act natural.

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Freddy and DJ hung out the next day, laughing about a particular subject. “…and that is why I get so nervous around confetti cannons.” The music man concluded. The robotic bear shakes his head. “I cannot believe you swallowed a whole canon like that! I did not even know that had happened!” another chuckle escapes him, “I simply thought you shooting confetti out of your mouth was a built-in feature!” The giant animatronic sheepishly scratches his cheek, “Yeah well, I was nervous about my first day here, I wanted to make sure impressed everyone, and one of the confetti cannons was already there so…” The orange glamrock smiles up at the disc jockey.

“DJ, you did not need to put yourself in such a predicament to impress anyone. Your music alone does an amazing job on that.”

“Yeah, I know that NOW, but the me back then didn’t.” DJ smirks, “I just…wanted to cover my basis, that’s all.” Freddy leans against the robotic spider. “Well, I can definitely say that it was a blast to see it.” He tells the music man. The animatronic spider immediately picks up on the pun and laughs. The lead singer’s ears twitched as the lovely tunes filled the room around them. Even when the disc jockey laughs, he creates the most wonderful music. It’s then something that the glamrock remembers something.

The kiss!

He quickly sits up. That’s right, this is the perfect time to try it! “Everything okay down there?” Freddy jumps and turns around. “Ah-yes! E-everything is fine!” He lets out a nervous laugh. Oh no, he’s making it awkward! Relax! Relax! Unfortunately, the more the bear animatronic tries to calm down the more anxious he gets. Just KNOWING that he wants his muzzle on ANY part of DJ is making him blush! Augh, that sounds so inappropriate to even say in his own head! The confuse stare from the robotic spider makes it very obvious how UNnatrual the glamrock bear is being right now!

Build up to it! Try and talk about something that can help bridge towards the kiss!

Freddy deeply inhales. “Have you ever seen the movie about the sleeping princess?!” He asked…rather loudly. The music man blinks. “You mean the one where the princess got pricked by a sewing needle, right?” he pondered aloud. Yes, they’re getting somewhere! The glamrock bear’s eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “Yes, that one! Have you seen it?!” A sad smile forms on DJ’s lips as he shakes his head. “Afraid not, kind of been stuck here, you know?” He stated. Everything comes to a crashing halt in the robotic bear’s mind.

Of course, Freddy forgets about the fact that the disc jockey is too big for the theater! Why did he bring up the movie in the first place?! The glamrock leader should have gone with something else! The deflated feeling sinks in as his gaze falls. “Ah…right.” He muttered. And Sleeping Beauty?! Why that movie?! That just makes it TOO obvious to the animatronic giant what he wants to do! Freddy covers his face with his hands to hide the deep blush.

Something’s off with Freddy. Everything was fine and dandy for a moment, but now the glamrock bear is acting strange and won’t even look at DJ. Is…is the animatronic bear sad that the music man didn’t see the movie? He glances back down at the smaller animatronic. No, that can’t be it. The disc jockey begins recalling the events prior. It started with the robotic bear sitting up so suddenly. Almost like he had just been alerted to something urgent. Then, he stuttered and kept darting his eyes to the spider animatronic. That’s when the question about the movie came.

…Wait.

DJ’s eyes squinted. The movie…Sleeping Beauty…He replays the way the lead singer kept staring at him. Or rather, the orange glamrock was staring at his…lips. The giant animatronic’s eyes grew. The weird behavior…the question…the staring…

Freddy wants to kiss DJ.

The music man can feel his cheeks heat up. Has he ever considered the action? Of course, but the robotic spider had to stop himself because this was his first relationship! He didn’t want to do anything like that without Freddy being ready! It just felt…personal! The disc jockey looks down at the embarrassed glamrock. He smirks, at least he now knows that the bear animatronic is ready. Although now that DJ thinks about it, their size difference would make the action difficult. He leans down, “Hey Freddy?”

Freddy’s head shoots up. “Yes?!” He asked. Suddenly, he felt something…soft touch the side of his head. It isn’t the music man’s finger or his cheek, the texture is far too different to be either of them. His ears pick up a soft sound, a musical note so gentle yet quiet. The spider animatronic pulls away and rests his hand in his hands. “I heard about it, though.” He winks, “And I think it’s pretty cute how she was saved.” The glamrock leader didn’t say anything. His CPU is still processing what just happened. Slowly, it begins to piece together the series of events that transpired. Adding in the little comment that DJ made, and the orange glamrock is redder than Mars.

…DJ kissed him.

DJ kissed Freddy, he ACTUALLY kissed the robotic bear. This repeats as the wide-eyed glamrock sits there, immobilized. Meanwhile, the disc jockey couldn’t help but enjoy the adorable reaction beside him. Hopefully, it doesn’t cause the glamrock bear to short circuit. He will never live with himself with that happens, even if it is funny to think about. “A-a-ah…DJ?” Freddy spoke. His wide eyes too stun to look up at the animatronic giant. The disc jockey leans down again, “Yeah?” He felt something touch his bottom lip. It was sudden, but the smooth feeling that the music man managed to identify left his entire face turning a dark shade of red.

“I…I…” The glamrock leader stares back in shock. His hands frantically wave as he stutters an explanation, “I-I-I meant to kiss you on the cheek! I did not mean to kiss you-” DJ’s mouth presses against his muzzle, silencing the orange glamrock instantly. While their contrasting sizes made the action a bit tricky, they still managed. Freddy's surprise vanishes as he eases into it, returning the gesture. The world around them didn’t matter, not for that brief moment. The kiss…felt incredible, indescribable. He wishes they could stay like this forever.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. The music man slowly pulls away, letting the sensation linger just a bit longer when their lip's part. Neither of them needs air to breathe. However, it is past time for Freddy to leave. The animatronic bear’s eyes fluttered open. DJ’s warm grin greeting him, along with tender touch to his cheek. “It’s okay, Sleeping Beauty, it was…nice.” says the spider animatronic. The lead singer’s ears wiggle wildly as a bubbling feeling grew. “DJ…” He giggled.

When the glamrock leader exits Fazcade, he was far more joyful and whimsical than he ever did in his existence. However, by the time he made it to his green room, he realized what DJ had called him. Too say that the orange glamrock became a red glamrock that day would be understatement.

#DJ Music Man #Glamrock Freddy #FNAF: SB #DJ x Freddy #DJMM x Glamrock Freddy #spacetunes #fanfiction

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Chapter 8: losing your footing

June 29th, 2022. Over the days, the wounds on Benjamin’s legs were closing up surprisingly quickly. since Benjamin was well enough to walk and confident enough to go out, Today Elizabeth would go with him to buy clothes for the coming days. For now he was wearing rugged pants that Henrique bought for him but it would be better if he could shop for his own clothes in the future since these were slightly too long.

The pair strolled around the streets and shopping walls of the busy center of São Paulo, the huge crowds being better cover than any sneaking around they could do.

As Benjamin was still having some difficulty putting weight on his left leg, he spent most of his time clinging to Elizabeth’s right arm for support. This combined with his excitement as he pointed at stores and restaurants that called his attention and asked with shining eyes if they could go inside or buy something gave the strong impression that they were mother and child. Elizabeth didn’t mind that.

On the way back they came to an overpass above a busy avenue. At the edge, leaning on the railing and looking down was a man. Seeing him from afar, Elizabeth immediately felt that the “thread” from him to her was strange in some way, as if thicker and stronger than those to the normal people walking along. Maybe beings that were somehow “unnatural” had heavier presences to the Spider? Nine, Benjamin, Henrique and the kids’ parents caused the same effect.

“Hey Elizabeth, do you see that guy?” Said Benjamin, pointing at the strange man, other people seemed to ignore him completely.

“Yes, but I do not believe he is human, certainly not a normal man.” Some even stepped directly through that man without bumping into him, when they stepped close, they’d gaze straight at the cars below with blank expressions, then they’d shake their heads and briskly walk away, as if waking from a trance.

The two kids stepped closer and the image of the man became clearer, he wore a terribly torn blue suit, his face was turned away from them, but Elizabeth could notice the dark red liquid sticking up part of his messy black hair and staining the suit’s shoulder. “Benjamin, could you turn away for a few minutes?”

“Why?”

“Please...” Elizabeth gently squeezed the palm of his hand “Trust me, ok?”

Benjamin turned his back in silence, still holding Elizabeth’s hand.

“Hello, sir. May I speak to you?”

The man turned away from the railing and directly towards Elizabeth. The girl faced a head completely crushed. The deformation and blood made it impossible to truly be sure if there had ever been eyes, lips and other normal facial features there. Instead, fragments of bone poked out and blood seemed to constantly leak, not the spray of a recent wound, but the slow drip of a leaky ceiling. “One drop, and that’s it… simple.” Was all he said, in a wet whistle from where the mouth should be.

Elizabeth’s breathing quickened, and she felt as if her heart wanted to jump out of her chest. She’d been trying to let go of much of what her parents had taught her. But one thing she knew to be absolutely true in this moment was that it was necessary to show confidence and composure. “My name is Elizabeth, I’m going to have to take you away from here, sir. We wouldn’t want anyone getting distracted and falling, would we?”

“One drop… simple.” The spirit stuck out its blood-covered hand, an offer, maybe. Or a question: Do you think you can take me?

Without saying anything or moving the hand holding onto Benjamin, Elizabeth gave her other hand to the frightening spirit.

And then she was falling.

Oh god, she’s falling and there’s nothing she can hold onto and the ground and cars are coming closer too fast! Elizabeth wants to scream but the wind seems to have taken all the air out of her lungs as it raises her hair and makes all of her skin feel extremely cold.

She closes her eyes before hitting the ground and feeling immense pain, it’s as if her bones were fighting to leave her body at high velocity, everything shakes and hurts so much it blinds the poor girl’s other senses. How stupid, she didn’t have the slightest idea what she was dealing with. Where did she get the arrogance to think she could be a binder that didn’t overpower her servants with strength and intimidation?

“Ouch. Elizabeth, you’re hurting my hand!”

She was back at the overpass.

Elizabeth breathed heavily, releasing Benjamin’s hand, with tiny spots of blood appearing where her nails had dug into his palm. She dropped to her knees, putting her hands on the sidewalk for support. She couldn’t stop shaking.

The Falling Man had disappeared, in his place, there was only a small shine in Elizabeth’s left hand. He was now bound to her. She wondered if she’d have to feel that again if she needed his help.

Elizabeth hugged her own shoulders, trying to take back control of her breathing. Benjamin came to her side and rubbed her arms. “Are you ok?”

She immediately grabbed onto Benjamin, clinging to him hastily to stand up. “Let’s go.” And without saying anything else, she quickly walked away, without letting go of Benjamin at any point in the way.

…

“What was that guy? And what did you do to him, Elizabeth?” Benjamin asked, more curious than frightened.

Elizabeth was sitting on the bed next to him, knees hugged to her chest, “a spirit, I think. Something like a manifestation of the fears and wills of living beings, a particularly horrible death or some combination of those.” She buried her face in her knees. “My parents said they could be dominated and used for our benefit… Like people.”

“And that’s what you did to him?”

“Not exactly. It was more like a contract.” She raised her face to look at her forearm, upon close inspection, she could see vague white lines going around it. “He’s become my ally, and I offered my fear in exchange.”

“Oh. How are you after that?”

“I’ve been worse,” said Elizabeth.

Benjamin came closer and hugged her in silence for a few moments, she didn’t hug him back, but wouldn’t pull away either.

“What did your parents do with those spirits?”

“The usual, inexplicable assassinations, curses on their competitors, blackmailing, torture. Everything along these lines. They wanted to try to teach me to do it too…”

“We should call the police on them. They can’t keep getting away with this!”

“I’d love to, Benjamin. But they wouldn’t believe us about them attacking people with magic, and I’m quite sure they work hard to not leave mundane evidence. In the best case scenario they’d write us off as kids with too much imagination, in the worst they’d take us back to our parents.”

Almost a whole minute passed in silence before Benjamin spoke again.

“My parents did that kind of stuff too, right?”

“I imagine so.”

“Why did you never tell me?”

“Could you have done something? You seemed happy in your life. So I thought you’d prefer not to know until we had a good chance at escape.”

Benjamin didn’t argue, didn’t protest against how Elizabeth had acted or glare at her with anger. But he slowly left the bed and went to the laptop in the corner of the room. “I’m gonna look up cheap microwaves we can use. I don’t like canned tuna as much as Henrique and Nine.”

“Ok,” Elizabeth answered, trying to ignore the familiar voice telling her she’d just lost his trust

#Original Work #original writing #original story #Magic #urban fantasy #Cursed Kids #chapter 8 #tw falling #tw injury #found family #hurt/comfort #spirit #writing

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