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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Hi Amy,

Can I pls request reader and eddie waiting for a special moment to ‘do it’? Like maybe they planned it after prom but then everything they planned went wrong. So in the end they give up and it just happens in the most natural way.

It can be without the actual smut if you don’t feel comfortable. I love your writing and I’m going through each fic you have out. Thanks a lot ☺️☺️

I love this idea so much! It’s so cute, thank you so much for sending it in 😊

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up)

Words: 2.6k

“Are you kidding me?” You smack your fist against the bathroom counter in anger.

“Hey, you okay?” Nancy gently knocks on the door.

“Fine.” You sound far from it.

Nancy patiently waits in the hallway for you to come out. She raises an eyebrow at you.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“I’ve got my period,” you tell her as you walk past her and back into her bedroom.

“That sucks,” she says as she trails behind you. She shuts the door once you’re both back inside and you flop down face first on her bed. You mumble something against the mattress but Nancy can’t make it out. “Want to try that again?”

You groan and turn your head to the side so she can understand you.

“I don’t wanna go to prom on my period.”

“I know,” Nancy says sympathetically. She sits down next to you and pats your leg. “At least you have a dark dress.”

Shaking your head, you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

“You don’t understand,” you say. “We got a room. Eddie and I… We were supposed to have our first time tomorrow night.”

“Oh.” Nancy lays down beside you. “Yeah, that really sucks. I hadn’t realized you guys haven’t done it yet.”

“We said we were going to wait for the right time,” you say with a sigh. “It was supposed to be prom.”

Nancy turns her head to the side to look at you.

“You two are disgustingly and grossly in love. Any time will be the right time.”

A blush heats your cheeks and you let out a chuckle.

As soon as you get home from Nancy’s, you call Eddie to break the news to him. He’s bummed, but would never let you know that. Instead, he brings chocolate and a heating pad and cuddles you the whole night after prom, in the big comfy hotel bed.

The next attempt is after graduation a few weeks later. Eddie finally graduating makes you want to just pull him into a bathroom once all the caps were thrown in the air, but it’s hard when family and friends swarm both of you in congratulations. The plan is to go to the party at Chrissy’s for a while, then head out to your house, empty and just waiting for the two of you to get down to business.

All your friends are at the party, dancing, drinking, having a fun time. Eddie doesn’t really want to dance, but you manage to convince him. Neither of you drink too much because you don’t want anything to take away from experiencing everything with each other tonight. No disorientation, numbing, nothing. You both want to be fully aware of every little touch.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you sometime just after midnight, silently asking if you want to get going. Not hesitating for a moment, you grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him to the front door. The warm summer breeze hits your skin as you step outside, a nice departure from the stale air in the house that reeked of alcohol, body odor, and weed. Just as you step off the porch, someone barrels out of the front door behind you.

Steve stumbles forward, eyes glazed, the scent of whiskey wafting off of him. He steps forward, and though both you and Eddie are only three feet in front of him, he doesn’t seem to notice you.

“Steve?” you ask. His eyes search at the call of his name and they finally land on you, causing him to smile.

“Hey!” He’s loud and his voice sounds carefree, happy. “What’re you doing here?”

“It’s a party, Steve,” you tell him. “We’re all here.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve says and he stumbles to the side.

Eddie steps forward to make sure he doesn’t fall, but still rolls his eyes at his friend.

“Where are your keys?” Eddie asks.

“Dunno,” Steve says with a shrug.

“Are they in your pocket?” you ask.

Steve pats at his ass and hips, and his face lights up when he feels them in his front pocket.

“Got ‘em!”

“I’ll take those,” Eddie says as he snatches them from Steve’s hand.

“Hey,” Steve pouts. He looks at you, eyes wide like he’s hoping you’ll back him up.

“You’re not driving,” you tell him.

“Fine,” Steve says with a sigh.

Eddie takes his own keys out of his pocket and replaces them with Steve’s.

“Come on, we’ll take you home,” Eddie says. He sighs as he lets Steve hold on to him for balance as they walk down the stairs.

“Cool, thanks,” Steve says. He stumbles down the steps and stops. His brow furrows for a minute and he stands completely still before darting over to the bushes and bends in half as he vomits loudly. You grimace and turn away, trying to block it out.

You move into Eddie’s arms and hide your face in his neck as you wait for Steve to finish. When he’s done, he stumbles back over to the two of you, but he’s decidedly less happy than he was before. He looks pale and his eyes have gone from glassy to bloodshot.

“Shit, Steve,” Eddie says as you step out of his arms. The both of you help Steve into the back of Eddie’s van, where he can lay down, and head to Steve’s house.

When Eddie pulls up, you frown when you see the large dark house. There’s not a single light on in the whole place and you can’t bring yourself to take Steve inside.

“Eddie, we can’t leave him alone,” you say.

“I know.” Eddie sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “Fuck.”

He puts the van back in drive and does a U-turn in the Harrington driveway to head back in the direction of your house.

Your room is the closest to the front door, so you pull down your blankets as Eddie half carries Steve into the room. A sigh of relief leaves Steve’s lips as his head hits your pillow.

“Thanks, guys,” he mumbles.

“Whatever,” Eddie huffs as he walks out the door.

“We’ll be down the hall if you need anything, Steve,” you say as you turn out the light.

Eddie’s standing in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest. You walk over and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Guess we’re sleeping in my parents' bed.”

“I’m guessing that’s a no, then?” Eddie asks.

“Um, duh! I’m not doing it on my parents’ bed. Or with Steve in the next room.”

“Why do we have to be such good friends?” Eddie asks through clenched teeth.

“Because we’re good people,” you tell him. “Now come on, let’s make a new plan for our first time.”

Everything was all planned out for your birthday. Eddie was going to take you out to lunch, go see the new horror movie you wanted to see, then a trip to your favorite book store, and finally back to his place where he was going to cook you dinner. Wayne would be at work for the night and you’d have the whole place to yourselves. Your perfect moment had finally arrived.

Your stomach tumbles as Eddie pulls the van up to his trailer. Both of you are so excited and fidgety that neither of you notice the other truck out front.

“Hey, kids,” Wayne says as you step through the front door.

“Wayne,” you say in surprise.

“Um, aren’t you going to be late to work?” Eddie asks.

“Took the night off,” Wayne says with a grin. “Thought I’d take you both out to dinner to celebrate this one’s birthday.” He looks at you and gives you a wink. “I couldn’t just let you eat Eddie’s cooking.”

You force a chuckle as Eddie’s hand tightens around your own.

“Well, let’s head on out,” Wayne says.

Eddie’s quiet the majority of dinner, but eventually loosens up and gets back to his old self. You’re disappointed too, but it’s still a very thoughtful thing Wayne did and you make sure to tell him that you appreciate it. When you get back to the trailer, Wayne lets you pick the movie and you snuggle up on the couch with Eddie as you watch.

Wayne didn’t have an issue with you spending the night at their place, and you still consider it a great birthday present to sleep in Eddie’s arms.

Waking up with Eddie was also wonderful. He’s awake before you, just holding you against his chest until you woke up. He smothers your face in kisses until you giggle so hard your stomach hurts.

When you get up, Wayne’s left a note saying he’s gone out fishing and Eddie heads into the kitchen to get breakfast.

“Cereal?” Eddie asks.

“Sure.” You go over to the couch and flip the television on. Eddie’s old hole-ridden Ozzy shirt tangles around your body as you curl up.

Eddie walks in with two bowls of cereal, and you can’t help but smile at his bedhead.

“Nice hair,” you say.

“Look who’s talking,” Eddie says with a smirk.

You reach up and feel that your hair isn’t much better than his.

Eddie hands you a bowl before sitting down near your feet, digging into his own breakfast. He finishes first, slurping his milk loudly, and once you’re done he takes both bowls back to the kitchen. When he comes back, you move so you can lean against him, but you stop with a chuckle as he sits.

“What?” Eddie asks as he plops down.

“You have milk on your face.”

“Where?” He wipes around his mouth, but misses the spot by a mile.

You lean forward and wipe it off with your thumb. Eddie catches your wrist in his hand and presses a kiss to your palm. Your eyes lock and a shiver runs up your spine. Looking into Eddie’s eyes, you feel so close to him. You love him and he loves you. Why were you two trying to create the perfect moment for your first time? Any time with Eddie is already perfect, and your first time would be special no matter when it happens.

He tucks some of your messy hair behind your ear and you’re certain he’s thinking the same things that you are. You tilt your chin up and he slowly leans in, slotting your lips together. As your hands go around his neck, his arm wraps around your waist and he gently lays you down. You spread your legs and Eddie rests his body between them, hands running from your waist down to your hips as his tongue delves into your mouth. A moan escapes your lips as you slip your hands up Eddie’s shirt, parting your mouths only for a moment to slide it off over his head. He copies your actions and slips his own shirt from your body. Kisses are pressed against your neck and your body arches up into his, giving Eddie the perfect opportunity to squeeze your breast in his hand.

The vibration of Eddie moaning against your neck causes your hips to buck up against his. The hard length of his cock rubs against your thigh and the feel has you letting out a whimper.

“Eddie,” you breathe out.

“Yes, baby?” Eddie whispers against your throat.

“Need you.”

“I’ve got you, princess,” Eddie says.

His hand slips down the front of your pajama pants and rubs over the thin material of your panties. Legs spreading wider for him, Eddie kisses down to your collarbone and starts to lick and nibble at your skin, determined to mark you up as he moves your panties aside and runs two fingers through your slick folds.

Chanting his name over and over again like a prayer makes him smile against your skin. When Eddie takes his hand out of your pants, it causes you to whine at the loss of contact. He shushes you gently as he starts to tug the pajamas down over your hips. Once you’ve kicked them off completely, your hands tug at his pants, which he sheds himself of, along with his boxers.

Eddie’s fingers travel south again, collecting the wetness that’s pooled between your legs before finding your clit with his thumb, rubbing small circles against it. Blunt nails dig into his shoulders and you whine out in ecstasy.

“Want you,” you say. The feeling of his precum leaking on to your thigh has you getting even wetter.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready,” you say.

With one hand, Eddie cups your jaw and presses his lips to yours, kissing you firmly but lovingly. His other hand lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You gasp against his lips at the unfamiliar intrusion, fingers digging even harder into Eddie’s shoulders.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans against your lips. “You okay?”

“M’good,” you say.

He eases further into you and there’s a pinch. You wince, but the pain quickly subsides and all you feel is pleasure as Eddie bottoms out.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Eddie says. He pulls his hips back and slides back in again, making both of you moan.

“So big,” you counter.

“Baby,” Eddie says with a soft breathless chuckle. “You feel too perfect. I’m not going to be able to last long.”

“S’okay,” you tell him. “Touch me?”

Eddie’s fingers come down to rub at your clit. The sounds that come out of you only make Eddie sure he’s going to cum even sooner.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you too.”

His nose nudges against yours as he gives you sweet kisses. The feeling of him being inside of you is weird, but in the best way possible. Being connected to him like this has your emotions bubbling to the surface and you try to hide the tears that are prickling the corners of your eyes. Of course, Eddie notices though. He immediately stills inside of you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No!” You almost shout it out, cupping his face in your hands. “This is just…perfect.”

The relief washes across Eddie’s face and he leans in to press his lips to yours.

“It is perfect,” Eddie agrees.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he presses soft and sweet kisses up your jaw to your ear. His hips stutter and a moan comes up his throat.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Please, baby. Want you to cum in me.”

Eddie sees stars when you clench around him, and he’s spilling inside of you, coating your walls.

“Wow,” Eddie pants out against your neck. His body collapses on top of yours and you giggle as his hair tickles your face.

“That was hot,” you say against Eddie’s ear, pressing a few kisses against it.

“Yeah?” Eddie licks over his lips, trying to catch his breath. “It was good?”

“I meant your face was hot when you came,” you say with a smile. “But, hell yes. That was amazing, Eddie.”

“But you didn’t-.”

You don’t give him the chance to finish, smashing your mouth against his in a messy kiss. It’s only when you need a breath that you pull away from him.

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel incredible,” you tell him. “Being connected to you like that was basically the best thing ever.”

“It was,” Eddie agrees. “We didn’t need a perfect moment.”

“Nope,” you say. “We made our own one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

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izurou · 2 years

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“remember when you proposed to me?”

of course atsumu remembers, it’s a moment he’ll never forget—no matter how hard he tries.

sometimes, he’ll lay in bed at night filing through the memories from that night—everything was so right. the pink and orange hues that lit up the evening sky, the flawless sear on that steak he cooked you, and that awesome batman movie you watched after said steak—it was all perfect. so why was your answer still no?

“i thought we agreed to forget about that?” he replies, glancing up from the soap covered dish in his hands.

he knows—you’ve told him over and over that it just wasn’t the right time. marriage is a big step, especially for a young couple, and you weren’t sure if your relationship was ready to take that step just yet. that doesn’t mean you loved him any less, and you were very adamant about him understanding that.

“we did, but i was thinking,” you pause, grabbing the plate from him and rinsing it off. “what if we even it out? i’ll propose to you, and you can reject me.”

he side eyes you as he plunges his hands back into the water, feeling around for the next victim. he pulls a spoon out, and you can see a little smile tugging at his lips.

“alright,” he turns to you, removing his hands from the sink and reaching for the towel hanging off the oven handle. “i’ve gotta see this.”

“will you marry me?” you say it like it’s the most casual sentence to ever leave your mouth—rookie mistake.

“at least get down on one knee! c’mon, get serious, i wanna be swept off my feet!” he throws the towel over his shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting.

you sigh, but a little smile of your own creeps up as you kneel before him. he truly is beautiful from this angle—each and every muscle highlighted perfectly despite the dim lighting. god, has he always looked this good? you’ve been here many times before, but never with such pure intent.

“atsumu, will you marry me?”

“hm, good question,” he mumbles, tapping a finger on his chin as he stares off into the void.

“seriously?” you scoff, placing a hand on the edge of the counter as you attempt to stand up.

“ah ah ah,” he hums, pressing a palm against your chest and making you stay down. “where’re your manners? i’m still thinkin’!”

“since when do you do that?” you mutter, and immediately—you know you shouldn’t have.

“since when do you do that?” he raises the pitch of his voice to match yours, mocking you as he throws his hands in the air. “really? is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

“uh, it depends?” you respond, and you’re not sure why it comes out as a question, but it does. you can never tell with this guy, is he actually upset, or is it all part of his circus act?

“y’know what, no. ’m never marrying you.” he turns on his heels, and just like that he’s back to doing the dishes—how odd.

apart from the rain pattering against the glass, and the subtle but frequent splish splash of water from atsumu, it’s quiet.

he’s joking, right? of course he is, you know he is. but, he’s never going to marry you. never. is this what you get for saying no? the promise of being single forever? has that bitch karma finally caught up to you?

“never?” you whisper as you rise to your feet. he stares straight ahead, either lost in thought, or just super interested in watching the water droplets fall from the gutters outside.

but he knows—he’s been told over and over that it just wasn’t the right time. still, that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

he finally turns his head, and shit, you have that pout on your face—the one that makes his heart feel like it’s been put in a chokehold.

“hey, tuck that back in!” he exclaims, pressing his index finger against your bottom lip. “c’mon don’t be makin’ that face.”

“you don’t want to marry me anymore?” you ask, silently cursing yourself for sounding so needy. you said no—and now look at you, all wide eyed and nervous. pathetic.

“course i do,” he huffs, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you closer. “only an idiot who wants to get married would propose after five months.”

he must’ve been an actor in a past life.

“you’re not an idiot,” you reassure, and you’re positive that a certain atsumu lookalike and his brunette boyfriend would put you to shame for saying that—but it’s true. “i think i’m the idiot.”

you are, and quite a big one at that. five months ago, that night felt so right. atsumu dragged the dining room table a little to the left so you could see the pretty sunset as you ate—there’s a scuff mark on the floor to prove it. atsumu had steak for a week straight as he tried to perfect it—he was already sick of it by the fourth day. atsumu pirated the new batman movie after he heard you say you wanted to go see it—now his computer has a virus. it was perfect, all of it. so why was your answer still no?

“yeah, who the hell rinses in cold water?” he points to your side of the sink as he laughs, and you think you fall in love a little more—if that’s even in the realm of possibility anymore.

you were scared. of commitment? of divorce? of love? probably a mix of all three. but now, you’re certain, and you’d never make the same mistake twice.

“i meant for saying no to you, atsumu. i’ll never turn you down again.” you wrap your arms around his torso, and he stiffens up. jeez, what now?

“well,” he grabs your shoulders and peels you off, breathing out a puff of air. he smiles, and it’s suspiciously sweet, but then—he gets on one knee.

“whaddya say then, angel? will you marry me?”

#izurou #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu hcs #hq fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #hq x you

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bordysbae · 1 year

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hi can you write more about ethan x diabetes reader maybe from when they first met..

maybe Ethan sees the dexcom on the reader's arm and he's like: what is that?

or they're at some party and she's feeling sick so she goes outside to get some fresh air and that's where Ethan meets him, He asks her if she's okay and she mentions her low blood sugar.

“new people new things”

ethan edwards x diabetic!reader

as i said before, i think this is the end to the series, but thank you guys sm for both starting and tagging along on this little mini series with me!! <3

also: i added ella (readers roommate from the first story) in this again! and this was kinda the start of ella and luca (if you guys remember that!) which i thought was cute, since everything kinda got tied together in the end! we see how ethan and reader met, them getting back together, and parts of them dating! sorry we didn’t see the breakup, but just imagine it however you want!

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the loud music blaring through the speaker, which is connected to god knows who’s phone, isn’t helping your ill feeling at all. the smell of alcohol and sweat makes you want to vomit, and your head is already spinning slightly, so the only thing you can think of is getting some fresh air on the back porch.

you step outside and close the door behind you, which only slightly muffles the sounds from inside. you take a deep breath and inhale the late-night, october air filling the city of ann arbor. as you’re lost in thought, trying to ignore the slightly ill feeling in your system, your attention is captured by the brunette boy who just entered the back porch.

“hey,” he says, leaning over the railing next to you, while swirling the drink in his red solo cup around.

“hi,” you say, turning your body to face him but still leaning against the deck railing.

“i’m ethan”

“i’m y/n. whatcha drinking?” you ask, making conversation to avoid those awkward ‘what’s your major?’ type questions.

“honestly, i couldn’t even tell you. my buddy got it for me, alcohol just tastes like alcohol to me,” he shrugs. “want a sip?” he says, holding out the cup to you.

“nah i’m good, thanks though. im supposed to be driving my friend home, but she’s hooking up with one of those hockey douches so i cant really leave, and i’m honestly not feeling great. sorry, that was a lot of information you didn’t need,” you ramble awkwardly to the stranger, unaware he’s very much a hockey player.

“well, that’s alright. i don’t think you’d want a sip since i’m one of those ‘hockey douches’ anyways,” the boy chuckles, making you gasp.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry! i had no idea!”

“no no it’s alright, i understand why you said that, hockey players definitely have a reputation. but i cant help but ask, you said you weren’t feeling alright? are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine. i’m just a diabetic and my blood sugar is slightly going low, but if i go back inside and inhale all that sweat and alcohol stench, i’ll probably drop dead before i can even reach the kitchen,” you joke, making ethan chuckle.

“wow! that’s so cool! i’ve never met anyone at this school who’s a diabetic,” ethan informs you.

“yep! you meet new people and see new things!” you smile, happy he isn’t one to judge you on being diabetic.

“oh wait here, take this! i snatched some from the bowl outside. hopefully that doesn’t make me a bad guy for stealing the kids halloween candy, but at least it’s going to a good cause,” he says reaching into his pocket and grabbing you a small packet of m&ms.

“oh my gosh, thank you so much! you’re a life saver, literally!” you exclaim before tossing a few into your mouth. you and ethan get to know each other for the next twenty minutes or so, until your friend drunkenly stumbles outside looking for you.

“y/n, hockey guys literally give the best head! you seriously need to stop being so against them- oh who’s this!” your friend questions, almost falling over ontop of you.

“uh hi, i’m ethan.” ethan awkwardly chuckles before shooting you an awkward look, making you both burst out laughing. “what are you guys laughing at?” ella drunkenly asks.

“nothing ella, it’s just that ethan plays hockey, but that’s not important. cmon let’s get you home,” you say.

“what does him playing hockey have to do with anything?” ella asks

“ella do you not remember what you just said?” you chuckle. “no?” she says, making both you and ethan laugh even harder. ethan helps you bring emma around the house and into your car.

once you finally get ella settled, he asks you a question, “could i maybe get your number?”

“of course!” you blush, thankful for the darkness so he can’t see your hot cheeks. “i’ll text you. get home safe y/n, okay?” he waves,

“thanks ethan, i’ll see you around.” you smile, before walking over to the other side of the car.

“he’s hot,” ella says, making you face palm. “i wonder if luca knows him,” ella mutters to herself.

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x diabetic #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards blurb #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #michigan hockey

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filmofhybe · 4 months

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The perfect blend - YJW

part 3 of “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”

In which..

━━ can you ever imagine in this multiverse, you having the biggest fattest crush on your best friend - Yang jungwon, however knowing he already has a “girlfriend” hurts more than just a sting from a bee.

💌 PAIRING : yjw x reader

GENRE : friends to lovers , fluff

WARNING : angst , fluff , kissing , CHAPTER 2 NOT PROOF-READ!!

🗯️ FEATURING : huh yunjin - LE SSERAFIM

word count : unknown for now

MASTERLIST to “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”.

; AUTHORS NOTES : I’m so sorry for not updating recently :( I promise I’ll post more often!

Y/n couldn't believe her eyes as she witnessed Jungwon canceling plans with her and, to add insult to injury, bringing another girl to their cherished secret spot. A mix of emotions flooded through her, even though they weren't officially a couple. The connection she felt with Jungwon ran deep, and it stung to see him sharing intimate moments with someone else.

Days after the incident, Jungwon's relentless calls and messages bombarded my phone. Constantly hearing dings and songs as a sniffed my snort into a tissue. Staring at my 10th empty box of tissue, I hesitated but eventually agreed to meet him again at the same spot.

The walk there felt gloomy. It didn’t felt like the first time when he waited me outside as I walked beside him. It doesn’t feel the same as those numerous times we walked shoulder to shoulder towards OUR cafe. The air was thick with a bittersweet tension as I arrived. I placed my bag down as I pulled my hair out, Jungwon's head hung low, and when he finally spoke, his words cut through me.

"Y/n..i know I shouldn’t invite you out, i know your struggling. But I really need to clear myself here because y/n as much as your upset, we weren't a thing. It shouldn't offend you this much. Yes, this is our secret spot, but it's a public place. I can show people I love. You shouldn't be acting this way. I’m trying to be nice to you as hard as possible so please understand me..” he sighed before looking him. Seeing me scoffed as he looked away.

I was fury ignited, i couldn’t believe what I heard. Anger took over as I stood up, “you really are a dickhead..” “what are you-” "Are you kidding me, Yang Jungwon? All those hangouts and eye contacts mean nothing to you? Taking another girl to our secret spot might be cool for you, but it was OUR secret spot. I have every right to be mad at you right now. Saying I should understand you when you don’t even understand me? What makes you think I should huh?” Tears was clearly all over my face once again. Over a dann boy who I though it was the one and only. I sighed as I grabbed my bag to leave, I ignored his yells. Passing through the walls that we made so much memories together, ready to step out of this bittersweet place.

However, i was blocked by the owner's son, Jake, stepped in. He hugged me tightly as i sobbed into his shirt. the stuff a guy can do a girl.. “shush your fine you have me..” softly and carefully brushing my hair as he wipes my tears.. if only you understand see how much I wish it was jungwon that’s comforting me like this, and realizing his mistakes all along.

Jungwon, desperate to salvage the situation, chased after her. However, he halted in his tracks as he met Jake's intense gaze. It was as if his world was crashing down, feeling weak under the weight of Jake's stare. He knew he had lost her, he finally realized how much he loves her. And he messed up their perfect blend.

Just because Jungwon had made one girl weak didn't mean another couldn't make him weaker. The realization hit him hard as he watched y/n finding solace in Jake's embrace that was once his embrace. It was a stark reminder that actions had consequences, and he couldn't take someone for granted, especially someone who genuinely cared about him when no one else did.

The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by Y/n's muffled sobs. Jungwon's pride crumbled as he reflected on the choices he'd made. The secret spot that once held cherished memories now echoed with the pain he had inflicted on y/n.

Months passed. Jungwon would constantly go back to the cafe, hoping you would be back. Ordering your drink everytime. Everything Jake was the one making it. No wonder why she likes this drink. Jake has now certainly remember your drink on top of his head because of jungwon uncontrollable addiction to the drink, as well as you.. "Jungwon, actions have consequences. You can't expect someone to be unaffected when you treat them like this. Maybe it's time to reflect on your actions and consider the impact they have on others." With those words coming out of Jake’s mouth as he continue to wipe the mug in his hands. Leaving Jungwon sitting alone in the shadow of the secret spot that had witnessed the unraveling of something once special. The weight of regret settled on his shoulders as he faced the consequences of his thoughtless actions.

Jumping out of jungwon’s strong and warm embrace. Patting beside you praying that the dream was just a joke and your finally back in reality. Shit that felt too damn real.. you began to calm yourself down as you take deep breaths trying to not wake jungwon up. But it was too late, the sensitive boy had felt something giving wrong, and sat up. Rubbing his eyes to adjust the darkness.

“Hey baby you alright? Had a bad dream?” He whispered quietly, voice rough and deep as he carefully pulls you back into his embrace. You only nodded not wanting to tell him what happened. He combed your hair softly as he comforted you. Feeling bad that his sweetheart is getting horrible nightmares.

“You left me for someone else in the dream. It felt real. I could move in the dream and control everything.” He was caught off guard by your sudden outburst of a confession, he didn’t know what to say because he knows that this would become reality in the next universe they are in. And he wish he wasn’t such a loser to be destroying girls hearts. However, I guess this is what the universe had set them.

“Baby, I Hope you know that it’s not true and is just a dream. In this reality your with me. Protecting and loving you forever. Even if this happened in our next universe, we will eventually find each other again. No matter where we are, we are always together connected. We are the perfect blend my love..” he mumbled as he placed kisses all over your cheeks. Smiling at you even though you couldn’t see it in the dark, his smile seems to be brighter than ever. You treasure him everyday. It doesn’t matter what happens next because in this universe.You are each others perfect blend. And that’s what really matters.

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bonezisded · 2 years

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hey! i saw your vance/requests post and was wondering if you’d write anything about him? if so, would it be cool if you could do something where he and the reader really don’t like each other but something happens to bring them together?

thank you ! :)

Why'd you do that?

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requests are open !

summary: vance has always disliked you. you've always disliked him. but he had morals, and he wasn't that bad of a person.

vance hopper x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: moose being an asshole and a creep, a crap ton of swear words,, ooc vance?? idk, maybe

a/n: im fr so sorry this took so long, i promise ill try and get the other one's out in a better timeframe

“here,” she started, as she walked towards her purse and shuffled through it, “i'll give you some money for you and your little friends so you can all get something from the gas station.” she pulled out her wallet and pulled out a $10 bill, “how does that sound?” she asked, as she smiled and handed it to you. her smile fell a bit when you said nothing.

y'know, you had really wanted to stay home today, but "no, going outside and getting fresh air is good for you," is what your mother had said to you, and that was final. it wasn't like you hated going outside, and it wasn't even like you never went outside. you did! all the time! you were always out and about with robin and finney! which is why you didn't understand why she wanted you out so bad. but, when you had explained the bad feeling you had all morning, she sighed.

you playfully rolled you eyes with a heavy sigh leaving your lips. why not, y’know? hell, you’ll even surprise them! with that thought, you gave your mother a wide smile, “fine, but let me call finney and robin before i leave.”

you should have listened to your gut. when you called robin and finn, you told them to meet you at the spot you always met at in an hour - they both agreed. with that you took your longboard, keys, wallet with a new $10 bill - which was an absolute score, thanks ma - in it, you said goodbye to your mother and left.

when you got to the shop, you saw him at “his” pinball machine. now, you weren’t gonna lie, vance hopper was definitely the prettiest guy you’ve ever seen in your entire life, but you absolutely despised each other. when you had first gotten here 2 years ago, you had no idea who vance hopper was, or that the - horribly beat up - pinball machine in some random gas station belonged to him? and of course, the one time you decided to play, your brain decided that would be the day to beat a record on something. not just any record in fact, but vance fucking hopper’s high score on a game he absolutely loved. even while this was all true, you had to admit he had a pretty shitty high score.

when he eventually showed up, he was furious. and it only got worse when he tried to beat your ass for it and lost. can you believe that? he lost? vance hopper doesn’t lose.

either way, you both strayed away from each other, only ever sharing glaring looks, and mean words, but had never actually fist fought again.

when you walked in, the sound of the bell ringing caught a few people’s attention, their heads turning to look at who came in before looking away. you could see from the corner of your eye, there was a boy still staring at you. when you turned and saw who it was, you almost groaned. you knew moose had a little crush on you, and even though you had rejected him a multitude of times, he was always so persistent.

you rolled your eyes, deciding it would be better to walk past vance rather than be anywhere near moose. when you walked past vance, you could see the mass of his hair shift towards you to look at who was passing by, before you kept walking to the soda’s in the back. when you opened the door, you saw one of finney’s favorites on the top shelf. you tried to reach for it but it was just barely out of your reach. you felt someone’s presence behind you, and quickly turned around all while stepping to the side to get out from in front of whoever it was. upon seeing it was moose, you swear you could have vomited right then and there.

“the fuck do you want, moose? can’t you just leave me alone?” although you wanted to put as much distance between you two, there wasn’t anywhere else to go, so you stood your ground. and maybe it was just you, though, but was that vance fucking hopper staring at you two?

you watched as a sick smirk appeared on his face before he opened his mouth to speak, “just wanted to help someone pretty that’s in need,”

you grimaced, your face staying contorted in a scowl, “please just leave me alone, moose. i’m not in the mood to deal with you today,” you paused, before opening your mouth again, “lord knows how many times i’ve told you no.”

with that, you could see his face contort in a look of anger as his hand reached forward and grabbed your wrist, “can’t you just be grateful someone’s actually looking at you like you’re worth something?”

now, you’re not gonna lie here, you could definitely beat this ugly motherfuckers ass, however, you were awfully tired, and just didn’t have it in you to deal with it.

you attempted to tug your arm back, but his grip was firm - you would definitely have bruises later.

“let me go, you fucking coward,” you growled, but it only caused his grip to get firmer. he opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by someone shoving him off of you.

you watched in surprise - and slight horror - as vance fucking hopper shoved him off of you and onto the floor, before climbing on top of him and relentlessly beating the shit out of him.

“you fucking dickweed!” as he yelled, he grabbed the front of moose’s hair and slammed the back of his head into the ground repeatedly, “they said no!”

as you were watching in surprise, the sound of moose’s head being slammed into the floor made you come to and jump forward and yank vance off moose. he gave you a glare and opened his mouth to say something, but you just pulled him along, speedwalking to the exit - while passing the cashier that was still on the phone with the police - and kept pulling him down the block.

when you were finally a safe distance - where the cops wouldn’t bother looking for him - you turned to him, “thank you for helping with him, but why?”

he gave you an incredulous look, and you paused, before continuing, “i mean, why did you do that? what was the point? i know you like, hate me and everything, so i just don’t understand why you defended me.”

the look stayed in his face, but morphed into something more like, ‘are you fucking stupid?’

“i don’t ‘hate’ you, but why does it fucking matter,” he scoffed as he spoke, rethinking everything that happened only 15 minutes earlier, “my mom would have me fucking carcerated if she found out i let some bullshit like that happen right fuckin’ in front of me.”

you were stunned, looking down at your shoes digging into the dirt as you thought about the situation you just got yourself into. and, you know, any - normal, and good - person would be upset, and maybe, possibly, intervene, but vance hopper? and standing up for you, no less? so you said the only thing that came to mind,

“oh,”

he laughed. he laughed. “’oh?’ that’s all you have to say?” you looked up, seeing the amused smile on his face. you felt your face get warm immediately, and looked down again.

“well, i don’t know what else to say,” you laughed, (and he laughed a little too, but tried to cover it up with a cough) before continuing, “we’ve never really talked before this. well, like, talked, talked. i’m not sure what to do at this point,”

“well,” he cleared his throat, seemingly a little nervous now, “we could just like, fucking get to know each other, instead of saying we fuckin’ hate each other or some stupid shit like that every chance we fuckin’ get,” you giggled a little at the amount of swear words the boy could fit into one sentence, “sure, i think that sounds like a good,” you paused for a second, before smiling, ”fuckin idea, vance”

“you gotta walk me to meet up with finney and robin though,”

“oh, do i?”

“of course, as repayment for me saving you from the cops and cleaning up your knuckles.”

“my knuckles?”

“yup! you are coming with after all, right? and it would be unfortunate for this med kit in my bag to go to waste, wouldn't it?"

he smiled a little, “sure, why fuckin’ not?”

#vance hopper x reader #the black phone #vance #vance hopper #bonezisded #the black phone 2022 #vance x reader #x reader #vance x gn!reader #vance hopper x gn!reader #this is actually so fun #im fr living my best life

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Bullshit | Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: After Nancy’s drunken honesty in the bathroom, you find Steve sitting alone outside. You see the crack in their relationship as an opportunity to get closer to Steve

Word count: 0.6k

Request: Can you write something about Lana’s song the other woman? Where reader is the other woman in Steve and Nancy’s relationship

Being the other woman was harder than you initially thought. It wasn’t just being someone’s side chick. It was loving someone while they were in love with someone else. It was always being second to their significant other, never the first choice. It was watching them kiss and hold hands at school while you cried in silence, wishing it was you he was kissing and holding hands with.

There was nothing you wouldn't give to be loved by Steve Harrington. To be the one he drove to school and called his in front of his friend, in front of his family.

Instead, you were the girl he rolled in the sheets - and the back of his car - with all summer.

Nancy Wheeler was perfect everywhere you failed. She was disciplined, booksmart and girl-next-door pretty. She was the perfect girlfriend, the girl you take home to your parents, the girl you want to marry. She was a bit of a stuck up in some departments, but that came with the cliché, right?

She was also the one who held Steve’s heart, yet she didn't seem to know the value of what she had. She seemed to always be annoyed by his foolish personality and non-seriousness - which were what you loved about him. How there was never a dull moment in his presence.

October rolled and Tina decided to host a massive bash for Halloween. Naturally, she invited everyone.

You didn't expect Nancy to show up, but she did - unfortunately.

The night went on and, after playing some beer pong with some friends, you spotted Steve sitting on the back porch stairs at Tina’s. He was alone, his shoulder slumped and his eyes on the ground.

You slid open the door and stepped outside. The chill of the autumn air hit your bones straight away, making you wish you had brought a jacket to wear over your costume.

You put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, signaling your presence. ‘’Everything okay?’’ Without waiting for an answer, you sat down next to him. ‘’Where is Nancy?’’ you asked, not seeing her around. ‘’Am I sensing trouble in paradise?’’ you joked, nudging his arm with your elbow.

‘’I left her in the bathroom. She said we were 'bullshit'.’’

You looked at him confusedly. ‘’Eh, I don’t understand.’’

‘’She went a little too hard on the punch and said I was bullshit, that we were bullshit. Drunk words are sober thoughts, right?’’

‘’That’s what they say.’’

‘’She...she said she didn't love me.’’

‘’She was drunk, Steve-’’

‘’Don’t.’’ He shook his head. ‘’Don’t take her defense. Not you.’’ Steve flicked his eyes to yours, a wash of sadness in his hazel irises. ‘’Things between me and Nance might look perfect, but they’re not. It’s just a facade. We’re…drifting. It’s not only her. I am too.’’

‘’She keeps saying I’m not enough this or too much that. She makes it sound like she doesn’t have faults too. Her drunk words tonight only confirmed my suspicions: she doesn't love me. I thought it was perhaps too soon for her to say it, but it’s been months and she won’t say it back. I tell her all the time and she just says, 'me too' which isn't the same thing.’’

It hurt your heart to hear about Steve’s unreciprocated feelings. He deserved so much better than Nancy Wheeler. He deserved to be loved by someone who'll love him wholeheartedly, someone who won't point out his flaws every three minutes or criticize his foolish personality.

‘’You’re a great guy, Steve Harrington. Nancy is a blind idiot not to see it.’’

The corner of his lips turned up in a sliver of a smile. ‘’You really think so?’’

‘’I know so.’’

Steve let your words sink in for a moment, feeling a little better than he did five minutes ago. ‘’Do you want to leave? My parents are on a business trip for the weekend. You can stay the night, too. If you want.’’

‘‘What about Nancy? You came here with her.’‘

Steve stood and extended his hand to you. ‘‘She can find another ride.’‘

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rotworld · 6 months

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20: Drive-Thru

(previous)

you will have to go home again soon, but first you'll have to survive everything falling apart.

->contains gore.

The meeting is held in an abandoned theater. The damp, soggy scents of moss and mold are thick in the air. Tree roots split the floorboards and climbing ivy creeps up the walls. Only a handful of the seats in the front row are occupied, feral-eyed, sharp-toothed strangers lounging on the ripped, red upholstery. You know a couple of them; the Stag’s inner circle, their gazes hungry and lingering despite the somber mood. There are fewer of them than you remember. Others are strangers, no less intimidating.

To your surprise, Glenn is here, too. He greets you with a tense, mournful embrace, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent. He looks between you and Jamie with a knowing smile.

“There’s a plague in Verlinda,” one of the Stag’s men says. “Fever and chills, vomiting, and painful, pus-filled sores. Extremely contagious. Hitting some places worse than others, but we’re dropping like flies.” He scoffs at the look on your face. “You can relax, courier. Humans can’t catch it. Not even your kind, unless you’re our kin.”

“We sent you to the University with a tissue sample. We have a contact at the clinic who’s helped us before,” Garvan explains. “We need a cure. Treatment options. Anything.”

“We’re past that now,” another growls, raking his claws through the armrest of his chair. “We know who did this to us. The law is vengeance. Idleness dishonors his memory.”

Who did this to us, he said. They think it’s a bioweapon. Jamie doesn’t even seem surprised. “Anchor has a small army for private security. You won’t even get through the gate,” they insist. “We’re going to the University. They might be able to get clearance—”

The man snarls at Jamie like a rabid dog. “You’d deny us what we’re owed, outsider? You want to do things the human way with pretty words and a slap on the wrist, maybe a fine that won’t mean anything to them?”

“I’m not denying you anything. I’m telling you you’re going to get massacred and you’ll never get your vengeance if you rush in there without a plan. We stand a better chance in greater numbers.”

You still don’t have a plan—no real idea of what you’ll actually do once you reach the University—but an alliance is coming together. The Verlindans trust you, and by extension, Jamie. They’re willing to hold off their attack, but not for long. The idea of returning to Anchor makes you sick to your stomach. You don’t feel ready to face that place again, not after knowing everything they’ve done to the Drift. And for what? Why banish cities? Why set a plague loose in Verlinda? The God of Nelton tries to calm your racing thoughts but you feel so overwhelmed.

“Courier?” Glenn says quietly.

The meeting comes to a screeching halt, the theater falling silent. You wipe your tears with your sleeve. You’re fine. You don’t have time to lose your nerve. But Jamie asks the others if they mind the two of you stepping out for some air and their gazes are understanding.

“Not much more to say now, is there? We should all rest, eat. Get ready to leave…”

Their voices fade into a murmur as Jamie leads you outside. “You okay?” they ask. “God, nevermind. Stupid question. Let’s get some food, alright? Then we’ll check back in, you can properly introduce me to the guy who was looking at us both like a fresh steak.”

“Which one?” you ask dryly.

Jamie laughs and kisses your cheek. But once you’re back in the car, they stop you just before you pull out of the parking lot. “I’m not making you go back there,” they say quietly. “We could just stay at my place until this whole thing blows over, you know?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to go back, but you need to. Something in you will never rest until you do.

“Then I’ll be right there with you. Okay? You’re going to have your homecoming, courier, and I’m going to be there to see it happen.” Jamie takes your hand in theirs and squeezes reassuringly. When they smile at you like that, when they hold you and you can feel their warmth, you almost believe it’s possible.

[NOW PLAYING ON THE RADIO: MOON BY ART SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND]

For a little while, you just drive. You take a dirt path through a desolate stretch of Verlinda all the way to the highway, and then back across town again. You and Jamie spend the time talking about all the things you haven’t said before and try not to think about the suffocating sense of urgency in the air, like this is your last chance to get these things off your chest.

You tell Jamie everything you know about the Road Ripper, which isn’t much. They tell you they met Elisile while studying mimics during undergrad; that he visited often, the closest thing they had to a mentor. “He means well in his own way. But there are some things we could never understand about each other,” Jamie says. “Still, we stayed in touch. He has a soft spot for children of the road, even if he thinks we should all just leave, like glass mimics do. I wonder if he saw something he recognized in me, or just thought he did.”

You can feel another conversation happening like overhearing mutters in the next room, indistinct sound and sensation in the back of your mind. The God of Nelton has been quiet today, speaking more to Jamie’s fluke than to you directly. You’re not worried—you would feel any tension—but you wonder what they’re saying. The corner of Jamie’s lip twitches into a smile involuntarily and seemingly without their notice. Their hand settles on your thigh.

“Courier. About earlier, with Elisile…I’m sorry for frightening you. I meant what I said; I fear for you. I wish you would be more selfish. But I regret making you doubt me for even a moment.”

“To be fair, I’ve given you plenty of reasons to worry about my safety,” you admit.

“You have. I’d tell you to cut it out, but…this is the Drift.”

Their gaze is drawn out the window to Verlinda’s verdant landscape, watching cracked concrete and mossy roofs pass by. You’ve noticed they often look at houses. This part of Verlinda must have been suburbs once because there’s no shortage of them; quaint cottages with overgrown stone paths, bungalows with spacious porches and crumbling overhangs, two-story Victorian style houses rotting quietly deep in the woods. You wonder what home really means to them now.

“I wonder what the Drift would be like if Anchor cared about anyone but themselves,” they murmur. “Maybe there wouldn’t be much of a change. Anchorware has its limitations, even when it isn’t being sabotaged. It just seems like this place is crueler than it needs to be.”

You’re both hungry and there’s a line of neon signs dotting the highway. Most of the lobbies are closed, likely to avoid further spread of sickness. Jamie insists that they’ll pay and also insists that you get more than a basket of fried eggs.

“So,” Jamie says casually, “what’s his name?”

“Whose name?”

“The guy who was eyefucking us at the meeting. Short, red hair, nice thighs?”

Your face heats up. “That’s Glenn.”

“Go on.”

“Wh—what do you wanna know, exactly?”

Jamie laughs, giving you a gentle nudge. “You can relax, courier, I’m not jealous over something that happened before we met. You have good taste, he’s cute. If he lets us stay the night, I might even be willing to share you.”

The idea of Jamie and Glenn ganging up on you is undeniably dangerous and appealing. Maybe Halvard wouldn’t just watch this time. Maybe the God of Nelton says something, or maybe you look as flustered as you feel, but Jamie giggles and gives you a peck on the cheek.

You pull up to the drive-thru window and Jamie hands you their card. You get drinks, greasy fries to share, a couple comfort food sandwiches. But just as the cashier reaches out to hand you the food, you hear a sharp, brittle crack. It sounds like a bone breaking or a massive tree branch snapping off the trunk. The air crackles. Verlinda sways like a mirage. You feel like you’re moving, hurtling through space, and completely paralyzed at the same time.

There’s a brick in the restaurant’s foundation that isn’t like the others—shiny and metallic, colors rolling across its iridescent surface. You recognize it; you’ve seen industrial anchorware before. But it’s not supposed to be shimmering like that, you think. It’s not supposed to make the ground shake in time with its pulsing flashes. Instinct sets your heart racing. You know on a base, animal level that what’s happening is wrong and dangerous but there’s no time to react. You’re right next to the anchorware when it flashes and sputters and finally winks out like an extinguished candle.

Reality comes apart in a rush like a wave breaking over a sand castle. You fall straight through the bottom of the car, through the pavement, through oblivion. The drive-thru follows you down like a plunging stone, a smear of garish color and neon light. Form contorts and meaning shrivels. The drive-thru sign becomes porous, magma-spurting stone. The window tries to grow eggs, small plastic whorls forming along the frame.

You see the cashier trying to hold onto something but the worst of the malfunction is inside, viciously warring physics colliding. They’re liquefying before your eyes, red, misty slush spattering across the walls. And there is no cohesion, nothing that dictates a start or end to the carnage, nothing to delineate living from non-living, organic from inorganic, so the restaurant dies with them. Panels of checkerboard floor peel away and drift into the dark, leaving oozing, architectural scabs behind. Glass doesn’t shatter but bruises and bleeds. Putrid brick bloats and blackens like necrotic flesh.

Your fall slows but the carcass of the drive-thru keeps going, past you, far below you, neon flickering out and fading. You see shadows moving in the waning light just before it all goes dark; enormous scavengers drifting soundlessly through the void. You feel the air stir in their wake. You can hear them ripping the bloodied building apart, shrieking territorially over steel-marrow.

Something you can’t see brushes against your legs. Light, azure and emerald, sparkles in serpentine ribbons. The dark moon you see in your nightmares opens like the end of an eclipse, beholding you.

“Here you are again. Dreaming when you should not.”

The eye moves as the thing in the dark glides around you, stirring auroras and falling stars in its wake. Fingers—tendrils? Slender, flexible things—curl across your shoulders as it goes, squeezing playfully at your throat. “What do you want from me?” you say.

“More than you can give, as you are now. But I am patient.”

You smell blood with such sharp, visceral clarity that you can taste it. Slick, sour copper. Rancid blood. Shift-rotted. You’re no bottom-feeder. You won’t touch prey like that. You’re startled at your own thoughts, the realization; that you can tell so much from the smell. That you have this intuition, a bone-deep knowing. The fleshy, pseudo-organic slurry that used to be the drive-thru is far away but you can still smell it, can feel the air shift and things move all around you. Part of you knows this darkness. It’s at ease here.

“I need help,” you admit. You don’t know why you’re telling the thing, why you feel you can trust it with your worries. “Everything’s going wrong. The Drift is falling apart. I don’t know what to do.”

A rumble like distant thunder; the thing laughs. “I told you. I am not a dream. I am no oracle, no inner voice of yours. I cannot tell the future. But…” It comes closer in graceful, swaying motions, the eye bobbing like a buoy on the tide. “You are coming home. I know this, because you have no choice. You feel the end coming without knowing it is the end. I want to tell you not to go, but I am selfish. Maybe you will see me then. Maybe you will truly see me.”

You feel it near you. Some part of it, smooth and undulating, rippling with colorful light, wraps around you. It doesn’t constrict. It doesn’t choke you or cause you pain. It passes like wind and your heart aches for it as soon as it’s gone.

“Wake,” the thing says. “Come home. Come to me. Do you feel it now? You have always known how to breathe.”

You gasp and open your eyes. You are cold, sprawled out in the grass. You don’t see the car, or Jamie, or the drive-thru. You don’t even see Verlinda. This is the road, foggy and endless, and you are all alone. You climb to your feet and find yourself sore, dizzy, not badly injured except for a tender, bleeding spot on your scalp. You have no idea what the anchorware malfunction did—how much of what you just saw was a dream. You don’t know where you are but home is north now and far, far away.

“Jamie?” You don’t see them, but you call out anyway. You hope they’re alright. There’s no blood or debris. You were in the driver’s seat, closer to the anchorware when it failed. You hope that means Jamie escaped unscathed. It’s still night. The road goes east and west. You glance back and forth, unsure of what to do, where to go. A cold wind makes you shiver and wrap your arms around yourself.

A single snowflake flutters down and melts on your cheek.

(next)

#rotpeach writes #goretober #the drift #i got a lot of asks but im a little worn out tonight so i'll try and catch up on those tomorrow!

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writersmilex · 11 months

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Two Way Stream | Part 2

Johnny Vincent X Fem | Reader

Summary: (Y/n) argued with Johnny, and she feels upset about it. Johnny hopes to make things right once he realizes she is right after all.

Part 1 is HERE

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"Are you still that Greasseball's pet?" Gary has been trying to get a reaction out of (Y/n) for a while now. That argument happened days ago, and (Y/n) still feels sour about it. Feeling bad for how she raised her voice at him light that, she hoped that she could have gotten through to him as delicately as possible. But no... It went the complete opposite way.

"Mind your business, Gossip Queen..." You hiss at the supposed sociopath, slamming your locker closed and walking away without another word. Gary doesn't seem fazed by her name-calling and only grins, jogging after her. "Did I strike a nerve there?" He teases and jabs (Y/n) in her shoulder, making her groan of frustration. In the corner of her car, she catches a prefect. Even if she really wants to punch the Gossip Queen, she'll get in trouble if she does it here. (Y/n) speedwalks away from Gary, luckily he is not following her this time, thank goodness. She has enough of that guy for today.

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Johnny hasn't spoken to (Y/n) in a few days, ever since he yelled at her. And he feels like he can't really face her at the moment. The Greaser is leaning against the wall outside of the auto shop, sadly smoking away all his cigarettes. Johnny hopes he can mend his friendship with (Y/n). He has been friends with her since they were little. She always invited him to eat dinner with her family when his mother got arrested again. She was always there for him, she is more mature than he is, despite being the same age. Thinking about those times only made him sadder.

But there is something that upsets him even more now. And that is Lola trying to hang on his arm while he is upset. Can't girls understand that guys need alone time sometimes?? Johnny attempts to wriggle his arm out of her grip again gently, and she finally seems to get the hint a little. "Not now, Lola..." He tries to reason with her again as gently as he can, the last thing he wants is to fight off a girl... She leans back but doesn't let go just yet. "You've been so tense lately. Don't tell me you're still upset about that nobody, (Y/n)." She comments sassily. As if the argument with (Y/n) meant nothing. Of course, Lola didn't know the feud was about her and Johnny's relationship. And what (Y/n) has said really got the Greaser to think of once. Calling (Y/n) a nobody... personally offended him. He steps away from her swiftly. Lola looks at him with surprise, "So you do like her?" She questions astonished. Her features then turn to one of anger, the hypocrisy here is palpable. "She is my friend!" Johnny argues back, clenching his fists. "And she still is!" He defends himself, even if he actually considers Lola's words.

He can't deal with this right now... He lets out a frustrated growl, then turns around and stomps away. He can hear Lola begin to cry from behind him, but this time he is not falling for it anymore.

Just outside of the school is where Johnny was finally able to find some peace. The pleasant solace from the silence, along with the nicotine of a cigarette. Taking a long drag, and blowing a thick cloud of smoke in the air, the nicotine does its job as intended. (Y/n) used to say how unhealthy it was, and would scold him whenever he smoked in her presence. So he just did it when she wasn't there. "I thought I told you that it's bad for you." A sudden familiar voice startled the Greaser, he visibly jumps and the cigarette drops to the group. Johnny clutches his shirt in an attempt to calm down, turning over to look a the source of the voice... It's (Y/n); standing before him with a calm look on her face. The second Johnny realizes who it is, he scrambles to straighten his jacket and smooth out his bangs. "(Y/n)." He mutters her name and straightens his posture. She smiles kindly at him, which makes him swoon inside. It's surprising how much he actually missed her. After a moment of staring and finally believes that (Y/n) is indeed standing in front of him. He shoves his shaky hands in his pockets and coughs nervously. "(Y/n)... Listen, I-" He scrambles to find the right words to say to her. She doesn't say anything, granting the Greaser the time to explain himself. "Listen... I'm sorry for yelling at you, okay? I felt bad about it. You... You were trying to help like you always do." He looks away from her. He has never been good at apologizing, or honesty for that matter. So far (Y/n) looks pleased with his statement and apology. Although Johnny does not feel redeemed just yet. "I've been thinking about what you said..." He continues, his tense shoulders dropping as he relaxes. (Y/n) gives a playful look of surprise, "Oh, have you now? That's a first." Her comment causes the Greaser to chuckle awkwardly, remembering all the times she had given him advice, and he didn't listen. He rubs the back of his neck out of embarrassment to those memories. "What you said, if Lola makes me happy. I gotta be honest with you." Johnny approaches (Y/n) putting his arm around his shoulder to guide her away from the entrance of the school. Hoping to find a more private place to talk while on a little stroll. ~~~~ "I think Lola has been using me..." He confesses with honesty but with a look of sadness, his arm remains around her shoulders as the two friends walk together. There is a patch road that goes around the school and people could take it as a walk through nature, it's a very therapeutic walk, at least to Johnny it is. "Hmm? It that because of the cheating rumours?" (Y/n) asks, it's not a secret that Lola is a cheater, though Johnny was in denial about it before. "Isn't it just a fact? That Cheating Bitch... Taking me for a fool" He grinds his teeth. (Y/n) really wants to say that, yes; he is a fool. But that would not help the situation right now... "so? you can really see the light now. I was hoping you would." Her statement makes Johnny stop dead in his tracks, turning to look at her incredulously. "I thought you'd be mad at me." He states, but (Y/n) smiles and shakes her head softly. "I was mad the first few hours you yelled at me. Then I realized that you needed to figure this out on your own. Take a break, you know?" She explains. Which the Greaser kind of understands. "Yeah..." He agrees in a low tone. "So, are we cool now?" He asks with a hopeful look. (Y/n) looks at him and smiles. "Yeah, Johnny. You're forgiven completely." (Y/n) claims and Johnny feels redeemed. He then wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. (Y/n) is quick to embrace him back. Johnny lets out a sigh of relief, squeezing his friend tightly to keep her close to him.

This feels much better. And this is how it's supposed to be... ______________________________________ I don't feel very strong on this once. At least Johnny got (Y/n) back. I really didn't know a better ending. Not particularly proud of this one. And perhaps I'll do Johnny some justice in another story? Thanks for reading. - Smilex🙂

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conversations with your demons - part three.

pairing | step-mom!natasha x fem!reader (romantic)

summary | you and natasha have a little vacation in france with her friends and feelings are starting to get involved for the both of you.

warnings | DARK THEMES INVOLVED! fluff (somehow), slight argument, natasha’s pretty unhinged here, mentions of panic attack, and more. 18+!

notes | i loved loved LOVED this part. i think it was well written for me, i don’t know about ya’ll but i do hope you enjoy this chapter. <3

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The time I spent with Natasha on the plane was quiet. Too quiet – if I’m going, to be honest. I was by the window while she was reading a book from her phone on the plane, swiping once in a while and I would catch a glimpse of her chuckling to herself. Maybe I was investigating her in a way that I find uncomfortable, but hoping she doesn’t know that – it’ll be too awkward. But then sometimes, she would ask me how I was feeling or if I wanted to watch something on her computer. Though I’d tell her I was okay and she would give me a sincere smile that sends these tingling feelings all the way to my stomach.

I had a lot of questions for her and wanted to understand and know about the infamous Natasha Romanoff – I exaggerated there – but it leaves me all curious at how quiet she was. I wanted to ask: are you a jovial, playful, or prude woman that likes to stare at me once in a while? But that was metaphorically considering that she would turn those questions down. It probably meant nothing, I would, later on, think she was just kind and sweet.

When we landed safely on the ground, I realized that we were in Les Estables – somewhere in South-central France. Natasha mentioned to me that a man will pick us up; probably Steve. I never knew her friends that well, maybe because I don’t ask a lot about her personal life nor did my mom ever talk about it with me once. But Steve seemed like a nice guy, was he the guy who has a beach house?

“You’re quiet,” she mentioned, lighting up a cigarette that was in between her lips. “Are you okay? Motion sickness?”

I shake my head to disagree, and she nods.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged my shoulders while I watched her blow out a thick puff of smoke in the air that swirls around my head crazy. I added, “I hope this will take my mind off of everything.”

She shoved her lighter back into her pocket and turned her head side to look at me. She said, “It will. I hope you and I can bond.”

Then, Natasha smiles and gives me a pat on the shoulder – squeezing it with utmost care that I wanted her to hold me like that. It felt so reassuring in some way that I can’t really begin how to explain it like it’s an abstract painting that you’re just so baffled and confused; yet you know what it means. Though you can’t word it out. But it’s there.

An old conversion van comes along our way and I watch intently as the man gets out of the vehicle, looking buff and tall with a beard around his mouth. He didn’t look threatening because he smiled at me – then at Natasha. He gave her a warm hug and asked how was our flight. I hear Natasha murmuring that it went well and he smiled kindly at her. Then, his eyes flickered to mine and shook my hand like it was a business meeting.

“Good to meet you, Y/N,” Before he gave me a chance to say a word, he said: “Your mother shared so many things about you.”

I was thinking if he was referring to Natasha for a second, then realize it was my mom who he was talking about considering that his face fell for a good two seconds then quickly added, “I’m sorry. I know that’s pretty insensitive–”

“No, you weren’t,” I cut him off with honesty coming out of my mouth. Then, I smiled at him, but not also in a bright way – it was an early morning, and I was extremely exhausted. “It’s good to meet you too, Steve.”

We both smiled at each other.

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When we got to the house, there was a dog that was waiting outside. It looked like an Australian Shepherd and was brown but had white fur around its chest all the way down to its stomach. I grabbed my duffle bag that was inside the drunk and walked with Natasha into the entryway of the house. The house had a huge sandstone facade, with white-painted shutters on the windows and a huge brown door at the back. I looked further and saw how beautiful the ocean was right in front of the house, which made me a little excited since I have a fascination with the sea. Natasha had her hand on my lower waist and brought me inside the house, seeing how extremely tidy and smelled like lavender in every room. I saw a man walking downstairs and gave Natasha a smug look, hugging her quickly.

“Welcome!” he said, throwing his hands up in the air. While I looked at him questionably, Natasha murmured to my side: “That’s Tony Stark. He’s one of my good friends. Tony, this is my stepdaughter Y/N. Although we consider each other friends.”

Tony gave me a wink that I immediately thought it was friendly and gave me a brief hug, pulled away, and said: “This isn’t my house but I will definitely make you feel at home. Come, you should see the patio. We have a fireplace where we could melt marshmallows–”

“Tony, she’s eighteen.” Natasha cut him off with a nonchalant tone as she crossed her arms tightly around herself. That word eighteen sprang around my head, feeling surprised and cringed by the fact that she had to mention my age. I knew how old I was, but knowing how young I was made me feel small and everyone else will treat me like a kid. But I usually don’t mind that, I just find it quite funny that Natasha had to say it like that.

He rolls his eyes – rather playfully – and whispered, “Your mother is always like that.”

I didn’t like the way he said the word mother, either. God, what was wrong with me?

Natasha and I walked to the other house and saw that there were two rooms inside it. She opened the door for me and we walked inside, hearing the door close gently. It felt intimidating to be in a small place with her like something felt odd right yet wrong. I try not to mind it, but it keeps relapsing in my head. There was a room by the left and opened the door, gasping when I was faced with the ocean. The room was just in the right size, not too big and not too small. The bed was on the floor but was neat because the blanket is so tucked under the mattress. I looked behind Natasha and I could see her leaning against the doorway with a slight smile on her face – as if admiring my joy.

“Where are you going to stay?” I asked.

There was a pause, and then she answered with a grating tone.

“In the other house since someone else is staying in that room that is in front of yours.”

Was I a little disappointed when she wasn’t going to sleep near me? A little, only a little. Though, it was sort of hilarious and disturbing to think that way – I was a little baffled at myself. Especially when she’s looking at me with those eyes that she always uses whenever I look at her.

“Thank you for this, Nat,” I said, turning my head as I sat on the edge of the mattress. I added, “It really means a lot to me since you’ve seen how I am. I may have thought you were going to ditch me since I’m not your blood.”

Her face slightly went pale when I told her that I wasn’t her blood. She knew it deeply well that we aren’t related, and we never considered ourselves that way since we have this bond of friendship. She dismisses me and responds with a trembling voice, “You know you’re like my friend, Y/N. Please, let us keep it that way except for maybe a motherly relationship with you if you get too mean sometimes.”

I chuckled but almost in an awkward way as that thought deepened inside of me until it kind of spread all over my head. What did she mean by that? She was never a motherly figure to me before, so what was she trying to imply?

I was going to answer her but quickly she says, “I’ll leave you alone for now, okay? I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me. You might have some company later.”

She left without looking back and I sat there, feeling dumbfounded by everything that she has said. I still can’t figure out whether she was joking a few seconds ago or not, but hopefully, she was.

It was around late noon when I woke up from a long nap that I didn’t even realize I fell asleep on the bed. I could feel my skin being sticky and tight, so I stretched out my back and decided to wash my face so I don’t look like I came home from a dreaded flight. After that, I walked outside and saw two unfamiliar faces that were talking to Natasha. I had a look of a sleepy face, so I merely hoped that I didn’t look too tired as I approached them with a kind face.

“Good sleep?” Natasha asked, I nodded but then laughed audibly.

“You could say that,” I responded and sat down beside her on the cushioned seat that had no support on the back. She smiles at me and points to the two people in front of me with her hands.

“That is Peter and Michelle,” she says, introducing them to me as I smile and give them a little wave. I could’ve stood up and shook their hand, but my body disagreed with it. “They are just talking about their stay in Steve’s shitty beach house.”

“Language!” a faded masculine voice was heard from afar and I saw Steve roasting something that I couldn’t see much. Natasha chuckled and brought the glass to her lips, noticing that it was red wine. Of course, she likes it red. It’s either whiskey or red.

“How long have you guys stayed here?” I asked in a matter of mannerism and politeness.

“Two weeks,” the girl – assuming it was Michelle – answered me, placing the glass back down on the table. “You look like you came out from a shitty nap.”

I chuckled in response.

“Yeah, I did. It felt so hot that I forgot to turn on the air conditioning.”

“It’s quite cold here, don’t you think?” the boy, Peter, says with a shivering tone that matches the body movement he made. I nodded but dragged my hum – sounding curious but agreed with his statement. “Sorry, I’ve never been to any country other than London and France. Mr. Stark gave me and MJ sort of a… holiday getaway.”

I could hear Natasha laughing but not in a rude and profound way, she was probably amused by Peter – and I was too. And they looked like my age, so I couldn’t help but ask: “Are you guys eighteen?”

They both nodded and Michelle began to respond to my question, “Were you afraid that you’re going to be alone with a bunch of adults?”

I laughed and nodded, she smiled fondly at me.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Natasha inches closer to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder, pulling me into her body but not in an awkward way – but like in a way that was appropriate, somehow. “Clint and Tony are kids. They’re definitely not adults.”

When we were all at the same table, I was beside a man named Bucky and to my right was near the patio door. Tony mentioned that he wanted to go hiking tomorrow while Steve said it was a good idea but thinks that the younger adults wouldn’t appreciate it; referring to us. Me, Michelle, and Peter gave each other that look and almost laughed in the middle of the conversation like little kids. Never once in my life, I’ve ever felt like being in this big group of people that Natasha considers family to her. I hear Peter say: we would like to but I think all of us “young adults” would go for a swim tomorrow.

And when I look away from my plate, I see Natasha gazing at me with those typical eyes again that she uses only when I’m around. I watch the way she bites her lower lip as if being tempted into something sinful and regretful but as soon as I was about to say something – she quickly looked away and ate a mouthful of steak, munching it harshly. It’s making me think that she has an interest in me, like developing a silly crush. Although this is speaking theoretically, I’m almost leaning into that assumption. There was once when I was sleeping on the plane, I could feel her warm knuckles sliding down against my cheek. I was going to protest but the way that she did that was so caring and sweet, I decided not to mind it and instead be buried into that type of thing.

It was obvious, too obvious; and I was a little scared by the actions that she makes that aren’t so subtle.

Yet it’s truly alluring and addicting at the same time.

“Have you got any into colleges yet, Y/N?” asked Tony with a beer that he was holding. I felt intimidated whenever people would ask me these questions, especially after the tragic passing of my mother. Natasha knows the struggle with the bat in her eyes as she looks at me and says you don’t have to answer that look. But instead, I turned to Tony and smiled at him politely.

“Not yet but I plan to apply to NYU after this year.”

“You’re going to NYU?” Michelle then says from afar, who has her eyebrows scrunched. I nodded, wondering if that was offensive but I guess it was not. She’s probably curious about why I’m not going to school this year – I’d rather not explain it. Sometimes it can get difficult. She nods slowly and added, “Good luck. It was hard for me to apply.”

I could feel the sense of heavy feeling that felt like a rock that was in my back, pressuring me to fall onto this table but I kept my head high – tried at least. I was feeling a little dizzy after the question that Tony mentioned and after maybe fifteen more minutes, I excused myself from the table. Natasha’s eyes starts to worry as I walked back to my room that wasn’t so far away from the main house, and when I disappeared into her eyes – part of her was that she wanted to chase me and asked what was all that about. Instead, she kept her head low and listen to Tony’s jokes for the whole dinner that was presented that evening.

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Natasha was alone in the pool area with a cigarette in her mouth, playing with her feet in the water like a little kid as she thinks about what happened at that dinner table. She thinks about Y/N heavily, that girl cannot be left in her mind. In fact, she starts to develop these unwanted feelings toward the girl that in the first place shouldn’t be involved. It happened when her mother died, and she wasn’t guilty about it.

Why would she be guilty about it?

“You okay?”

She turns her head and sees Steve with a beer in his hand, sitting down beside her as he tries to cover his nose with the beer he’s holding. Natasha shakes her head and takes out the cigarette from her lips, throwing it across the wilderness that was near them.

“I don’t know.”

There was a brief silence until he asked: “Was it about Y/N?”

Within three seconds, she nods. And with that simple agreement, Steve understood that little statement that she gave silently. They always considered themselves siblings because they acted like one and understood each other that way. He watches as Natasha smoothens out her arms with her rough hand that was trembling a little, he began to understand what was going on – with a glimpse of action; a simple one.

“I know what you’re thinking–”

“I don’t need your judgment,” Natasha defends and didn’t let him finish when she quickly added: “I don’t know why I feel this way about her. It’s like–It’s uncontrollable, Steve. Ever since Ellie died, I began to have an interest in her daughter and sometimes I think maybe I just miss my wife when I don’t even miss her.”

“Natasha, I think it’s a very bad idea to fall for your wife’s daughter.”

The redhead tries to say something in order for him not to think that way but nothing comes out of her mouth. She struggles as she tries to think of the words properly to elaborate, but instead, she lets out a defeated whimper and throws her hands up in the air – feeling like a fool. Her love for Ellie wasn’t a spontaneous love, or maybe it was. She simply married the woman because she thought that it could help her with the career she was building, but maybe she did fall for her. And with Y/N, she never took an interest in the girl at that time. She saw her as a friend, nothing more.

But after she died, Natasha develops these sinful feelings toward the innocent girl and she can’t help but have this hatred inside of her. There were no regrets, though.

I didn’t mean to.

“You’re going to take advantage of her.” Steve started with a stern voice.

She shakes her head, “I'm not. Unless she doesn't feel that way.”

“Natasha, this is dangerous!”

“You’re not understanding the situation,” Natasha stands up from the ground and places her hands on her hips. “I know I shouldn’t. Yes, I’m aware. But I can’t help it.”

“Yes you can,” he said with his voice rising, but not to the point where everyone could hear them arguing. “This is just a crush. I’m sure it’ll go away soon.”

Natasha scoffed loudly and turned around, kicking the pebble that was by her feed a few seconds ago. She wanted to yell at Steve and punch him in his chest, trying to defend herself for being such a clueless woman that is having unidentified feelings for a girl who should be her friend or even worse, a daughter. To the lack of judgment she had, her mouth was closed, and instead tried to hold tears behind her eyes. Steve sighs.

“If that girl does not find anyone else in her life,” the redhead turns slowly to him and takes a few steps closer to her friend, who looks broad and tall, she immediately added, “I’m going to do reckless things. I want her to find someone, and let them love her. And maybe eventually I’ll lose these feelings. So if you don’t fucking find her that someone then I might as well steal her away from them because she’s mine.”

Natasha couldn’t put up with Steve’s brotherly antics, the way that he wasn’t on her side was confusing and angered her heart. She looked at him for one last time and walked away with a condemning heart. In each step she makes, she remembers how stupid she was when she couldn’t stop staring at Y/N. It’s not like she could help it, but simply – she was beautiful and Natasha was this vile creature that shouldn’t be getting attached to a girl that she has been living with for a long time; maybe not too long.

I had to do it.

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Midnight occurred and I was on this small wooden desk with a journal in my hand. I was going to write my thoughts for today, but instead – nothing comes out in my brain. I began to think I was just tired from the travel and decided to take off my clothes and go to bed. I usually have them off, because I saw in an article once that it’s healthier to sleep that way. Plus, I think clothes aren’t necessary for bed sometimes. But before I even do that, there was a knock on my door and quickly I think it was Peter or Michelle since we were talking about going to the store tomorrow.

When I opened the door, I see Natasha who was standing right in front of me with her tired gloomy eyes. I gulped, nodding my head to give her permission to come inside my room. She shakes her head and leans against the doorway, smiling at me even though she looked extremely tired.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a slightly hoarse tone, but I heard her perfectly well.

“Yeah,” I replied, looking down at my feet shamefully when I remember what happened at that dinner table. I could feel her staring at me and I whispered, “I’m sorry about that. I was very tired and I had a headache.”

“It’s okay, detka.”

I remained silent, biting my lower lip in nervousness.

“I hope you’re having a good time here,” she finally breaks the silence between us – although it was brief – and I lift my chin up and saw that she was smiling softly at me, kindly even. “I was thinking if you want to go to the city with me. Maybe just the two of us, perhaps.”

She sounded like she had planned for this a long time ago, and I could tell from the depth of her voice. She sounded meek, inviting, but tired. I was supposed to say yes, but then eventually remembered that I was going to the city with Peter and Michelle – unless they won’t mind. So, I nodded slowly at her and I could see her grinning with her teeth showing.

That was the first time I realized how gorgeous and alluring Natasha was.

That’s also the first time I realized that I’m having a little crush on her.

“Good, I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow here. Okay?” I nodded and she pulled me into a hug, a warm one. I could hear and feel her heart beating against my ear and I immediately thought that she was having a panic attack despite the pacing of her heart. I was so comfortable with the lovely embrace that I felt Natasha’s lips pressed against my forehead, pulled away after a few seconds, and smiling down at me. She whispered close, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

When she left, I could feel her kiss lingering on my forehead; feeling safe.

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 20/41

Chapter 20: Le Roi

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fellatio, gagging, titty fucking, fingering, pearl necklace, masturbating.

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 20: Le Roi

You come to awareness a while later. You hear the shower going in the bathroom. You stretch and get up from the bed, button down shirt still hanging on your shoulders. You gotta pee, you decide to use the guest bathroom.

As you walk back to the bedroom, you take in Austin’s apartment. It looks like a sex bomb went off. The line from Princess Bride enters your mind, “It ranged all over. They were both masters.”

It may be the dopamine, but it just strikes you as enormously funny. You are cackling as you walk into the bedroom.

“Hey sleepyhead, come on in”, you hear Austin from the shower.

You walk in trying to contain yourself. The steamy outline of him is letting the hot water beat down. You drop the shirt to the floor and step into the large glass stall.

He greets you by gathering you under the hot water for shower kisses. Steamy Shower kisses. Damn. You two need some kind of intervention. This much desire is criminal.

Soaking, you come up for air.

“Babe, we -” you say.

“Need to not?" he interrupts.

You both laugh. At least you are on the same page.

After showering and stealing yet another of Austin’s shirts, you two set about cleaning up his apartment. You start laughing again about ‘ranging all over’.

“What's so funny?” he asks.

You tell him about the Princess Bride line. He doesn’t think it’s as funny as you do.

“I mean, take a look,” you wave your hand, “we DID range all over!”

“Well, I mean you are not wrong,” he admits, “we did have a LOT of sex.”

“Yes, yes we did,” you come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “The best sex I’ve ever had in my life, in fact."

“Ditto,” he turns around in your embrace, hugging you to his chest.

You guys finally get the place cleaned, sheets changed, furniture put back, clothes picked up.

“Okay love, we have to rip this band aid off,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to have to say it, but I have to get my mind right for tomorrow. I may be having a quiet panic attack because I didn’t do any real Elvis study this weekend,” he takes in a big shuddering breath.

“Look at it this way," you rationalize, “ you just did a different kind of studying for Elvis this weekend. You fucked me as Elvis several times. You practically channeled him when you were spanking me. Apparently he gets off on a good spanking.”

“He actually was supposed to be really good at oral sex,” Austin is getting on your bandwagon.

“Well you’ve got that in the bag babe. Anytime you want to practice, you know where I am, “ you say.

He laughs.

“No really, any time,” you are definitely not joking.

He insists on walking you ‘home’.

“So you don’t feel like it’s a walk of shame,” he says when you stop outside your door.

“Y’know, you are so sweet, but understand that I feel no shame whatsoever,” you declare, “and I’m carrying a filthy dress, my heels AND a bag of sex toys wearing a shirt that I stole from you.”

“My dirty girl,” he says with a smile and leans down to kiss you…and kiss you. His hands slide into the shirt to your waist, discovering that the button-down is all you have on.

“Hoh, you are so… fuck, woman,” he growls, pulling you into him. His kiss is passionate and lustful as his hands cup your bare ass. Well I guess you know what getting more sex does to him, makes him just want it even more.

“Austin, hunny, ” you pant, pulling away from him, “you had better go work on Elivs, or I am going to require you on the other side of this door.” Just thinking about it and you find your hand migrating towards the crotch of his pants. You ball your fist tight to stop it.. “If we do that, we are both gonna end up in the hospital.”

“I know, I know, you are right,” he shakes his head. You grab him by the hand and look him in the eye.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow when you get home and tell me about how it all went and I will feed you,” you suggest.

“I would really like that, although I have no idea when we’ll get done. Filming is like that,” he warns.

“No worries, just text me when you are on the way back from the studio. I will be here.”

“Ok,” he nods his head.

“I'll see you tomorrow babe,” you lean up and kiss his cheek, trying to keep your goodbye chill. You open the door and turn to go inside, he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back.

“Love you,” he says, staring into your soul. Your heart melts. You find yourself throwing your arms around his neck in a huge hug.

“Love you too hunny,” you say in his ear. You break away, turn and force yourself through your open door before you get stuck in a loop of wanting, denying, goodbyeing; wash, rinse, repeat.

You turn around to close the door and he has taken a couple steps backwards.

“Break a leg tomorrow!” you say.

“Thanks,” he says with a little wave.

You close the door, and lean on it, much like that night after Tom and Rita’s. Today, though, you just let out a huge contented sigh and whisper ‘Austin’. ….

At first you are not sure what to do with yourself. You wander around the apartment, with the intention to tidy up. Everywhere you look reminds you of Austin.

The shower: making him cum with your finger on his prostate, his tongue in your mouth as water poured over you, his tongue on your clit; The bedroom: Austin fucking you like a dark deity in the middle of the night, the feel of his cock in your ass for the first time, the quiet of the morning as he moved inside of you; The couch: watching movies and sucking him off, his relentless fingering of your clit, laying on his lap encased in a sphere of bliss, simply hanging out laughing and tickling and kissing… oh god the kissing!

You spend the evening eating leftover pizza and writing it all down so you never forget.

Your phone jangles.

Austin: Goodnight darlin’

You can’t help how big the smile on your face is.

Me: Goodnight lover, sleep well. XOXO

A contented smile is plastered on your face as you crawl into bed. You miss having Austin’s arms wrapped around you, so his shirt will have to do.

The next day you have a zoom meeting with your uncle to talk about progress in the early morning. You had forgotten about it until the alarm you had set previously to wake you up an hour before goes off. Thank you former self!

You are thankful that Austin didn’t stay the night either, you didn’t need to explain that. Your family has been bugging you about ‘settling down’ for a while now. It’s the juxtaposition of you having a near death experience and needing to get out and not waste a moment, while they almost lost you and want to hold on tight.

You show him the guest bathroom you have been working on. You had ripped out the old tub and shower and put in a walk-in, marble tiled shower with a rain shower head and handheld combo. You just have to grout and caulk. Next you will tile the floor and install a new vanity and toilet. It should be done in less than 2 weeks. After that, you’ll work on the master bath, probably 3-4 weeks, then start the big demo on the kitchen and bedrooms. He’s happy, so that’s a good thing. You finalize the design and layout of the kitchen. Mostly he trusts your choices and just wants you to stay as close to the budget as you can. Cool.

Your mind is never far from how Austin is doing on set today. He hasn’t texted, which you totally expected.

You decide to grout the shower today to keep you busy. Once that is done and washed off you caulk it. You actually really like to caulk, you find it soothing and meditative. It’s afternoon when you finish. You clean up and decide to head out to get some shopping done. When you get back, it’s evening.

You hadn’t realized how much you were waiting for his text until your heart skips a beat when your text tone goes off as you are cooking dinner.

Austin: done for the day c u in an hour?

Me: yay! dinner?

Austin: ys pls X

Me: you got it XOXO

In an hour there is a knock at your door. Your chest tightens. You open the door. Austin is freshly showered and in sweats and a hoodie with a bottle of bourbon.

“Hey you!” you smile, opening your arms to him.

“Hey baby!” he wraps you in a hug.

“How was it?” you ask, closing the door.

“It was unreal. Baz changed almost everything we had already rehearsed. It really threw me for a loop. But I really think it ended up better.” He grabs glasses from the cupboard and pours you each two fingers of the brown liquor over an ice cube. He hands you one and clinks them together.

“Here’s to the first day down,” he says. You both drink and shiver at the first taste.

“Y’know, sipping liquor reminds me of kissing. It’s not the first one that you should judge on, it’s the second that really shows the quality.” You take that second sip and a step closer to him, then put your glass on the counter.

“Hmm,” he keeps his eyes on you as he drinks again. ”I see what you mean,” he sets his glass down. “Speaking of quality kisses,” he grabs your waist and pulls you in close, “I missed having yours this morning.”

He presses his mouth to yours. Your mouth opens automatically to his probing tongue. Your hands are on the back of his neck, body pressed close to his. The caramel taste of the bourbon mingles on your slightly numb tongues. You close your lips together, only to open and go deeper, breathing deeply through your noses, enhancing the ‘whiskey kiss’. Your lips vibrate with little vocalizations that you can't’ help making.

He pulls away, licking his lips.

A shiver goes down your spine. “ I forgot how much I like whiskey-kisses.”

“It’s bourbon,” he tries to correct you.

“I know, I just call them whiskey kisses, it rolls off the tongue better,” you explain.

“You do have a spectacular tongue,” he kisses you more.

“You hungry?” you ask when you pull back, one eyebrow cocked with a sly smile on your face.

“Yes, I am,” his hands glide around your hips, thumbs settling on your hip bones, “I’d like to eat first, if that’s ok.”

Over dinner you talk about your call with your uncle and some of the plans you hammered out. He is quiet at first and just listens. He is so amazing at listening. He asks some questions about grout and tiling.

You ask if he wants to talk about his day. As he picks up the dishes, and takes them to the sink, he starts talking. He pours another two fingers of bourbon for each of you and transitions the conversation to the couch. He talks about the shoot, his nerves and how they connected him to Elvis. You just listen, sipping your drink. Clearly he needs to process everything he went through today.

“I want to apologize for not being able to text more, I was so sucked into character and shooting….” he says holding your hand.

“Whoa,” you hold up your other hand, “I do not need an apology, lover. You got work to do. I get that. I don’t expect you to call or text me when you are shooting. Remember this is supposed to be a non-codependent thing. I love hearing from you, but no pressure.”

“Ok good, I just wanted to make sure in case you felt neglected,” he smiles sheepishly.

You throw back the rest of your drink and climb onto his lap, sitting sideways with your arm around his shoulders.

“Did YOU feel neglected? Cuz I didn’t want to bother you,” you ask, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Baby, you are never a bother. Honestly I didn’t have the spoons to feel much more than nerves today,” he admits, ” but I also don’t mind hearing from you.”

“You got it love, I won’t be afraid to text you and I won’t freak out if you don’t text back right away,” you assure him.

“I’m also gonna be really, really busy, so I don’t know how much time I will have for you,” he looks at you, biting his lip in worry.

“I know,” you take your thumb and pull his bottom lip away from his teeth, easing his worried face, “hence the serious-adjacent situationship. I will joyfully cherish whatever time I can get,” you plant a kiss on his forehead.

“How are you so amazing?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

You shrug, “It’s easy, I’m with you.”

He buries his face in your neck and hair hugging you tight, breathing in the scent of you.

“Baby, you seem to have had a long day,” you decide not to push him for sex tonight.

“Yeah, I did not sleep well last night. I was so nervous. Tonight will be better though,” he says with a smile.

“Why is that?” you ask.

“Cuz… you,” he pulls you in for delicious slow whiskey-kisses. Several minutes later your lips part.

“Are YOU hungry?” he asks with a devilish smile.

“For you? Always. But if you need to rest or study for tomorrow, I totally understand,” you smile at him.

He traces your jawline with his fingertip.

“What I think I need tonight, is you,“ he kisses your neck lightly. “Would it be weird if I sleep here? I have an early call and will probably be gone before you get up. But… I enjoy having you next to me.”

You stand up from his lap, pulling him up to stand with you. “Not weird at all. Now, is sleeping all you need tonight? Or do you want more?” you ask as you lead him into the bedroom.

“Well, I might sleep better if you’d help me get off,” he steps to you, wrapping you in a deep kiss. You can feel your vagina start to tingle with moisture.

“I’m not opposed,” you pull his hoodie up over his head, kissing his chest, licking one of his nipples.

He shudders.

“Do you like that, on your nipples?” you ask.

He nods, “I like more too, biting, sucking,”

“Like this?” you take one in your mouth and gently suck on it.

“Harder,” he says.

You increase your suction.

“Mmm,” his hands go to your head, holding you to him. You take it between your teeth and bite, gently. He moans and grips your head. You pull away, smiling up at him. Excited for a new way to get him going.

“Do the other one,” he pulls your head to his other nipple.

You suck this one a little harder at first and let your hand migrate down to the tentpole at his crotch. You realize he has nothing under his sweatpants. Such a fucking turn on that he made himself so easily accessed.

“Oh god, that’s good,” he is saying. He pulls your head up to meet his, clashing his mouth against yours in heightened need, his tongue thrusting and curling against your own.

He pulls your shirt off over your head and in a flash has your bra off and your shorts pulled down, you too made sure he had easy access.

“What, no unicorn undies for me today?” He chuckles as he runs his hands over your naked ass.

“I’ll be sure to show you my collection sometime,” you say, “however, right now I have other plans.” You pull his waistband up and over the head of his cock, his hard rod bouncing as the rest fall to the floor.

You sit down on the bench at the foot of the bed and immediately take him into your mouth. His velvety smoothness is intoxicating on your bourbon flavored tongue. You slide down his shaft, bobbing your head up and down his length.

“Oh god, yes,” he moans. He grabs your head and pushes himself deep into your throat. Fucking your soft palate just a little, making you gag, then pulling back. You look up at him.

“I love hearing that sound when my cock is in your mouth,” his eyes are fierce with lust.

You suck greedily and nod, your mouth too full of him to agree any other way.

He drives in again, gagging you longer and deeper. You suck in a breath as he pulls out of your mouth, wet with thick spit. Your hand is on him, spreading the wetness. You look up at him, one lip curled up. He wipes your mouth with his thumb. You capture it in your mouth, sucking while you pump his cock with your fist. You? Orally fixated? Nah.

“Here, try this,” you say when he takes his thumb out of your mouth.

You pull his dick to your sternum, and push your tits together around it. Looking down you let a long string of saliva drop into your cleavage. He starts sliding up and down, both hands on your shoulders for balance. The head of his cock is peeking out the top of your squished together breasts with each thrust.

“Oh. My. That is fucking hot to watch, ” he says a little surprised. Maybe he’s never titty fucked anyone before.

You look up into his face, licking your lips, thirst in your eyes. His brows are knit together, his voluptuous bottom lip slack, letting his breath escape in unvoiced “oh’s”. He is watching himself sliding up to your neck and back again through half lidded eyes. Fuck he is so hot when he’s in the throes of pleasure. His eyes lift to find yours, one eyebrow twitches up and as does one the corner of his mouth.

“You wan’ me t’ cum, baby,” he asks breathless, just before his front teeth ruthlessly capture that lower lip.

“Uh huh, right here,” you nod, “give me those pearls, mon Roi de chatte.”

Your hips are rocking onto the seat, dripping onto the smooth wood of the bench. You lean down, open mouthed, your tongue lashing his head each time it crests your tits, teasing his tip. He speeds up.

“OOOHHH YEAH, HAAAAAH!! HAAAAAH!!” He bellows through clenched teeth.

Thick white cream spills all over your tongue and neck and tits. You are practically bouncing on the bench, pussy desperate for attention.

You lean back, moaning, on the foot of the bed, putting your feet up on the bench, knees bent. Your hips are trembling against your wet hand which is rubbing his cum into your clit hard and fast.

Austin is panting, trying to recover.

He leans over you, slips two fingers inside your wetness. You are a little sore, but you really don’t care right now. He starts sliding in and out. His other hand snakes around the back of your head, his forehead planted on yours.

“Fuck baby, you are so hot dripping with my cum.” He intones between puffs of breath.

What pushes you over the edge is the feeling of his cum dripping down your neck and along your sides. You arch, head pushed back against his hand, he pushes deep inside you and flicks those long fingers against your g spot. “Ohhh Yaaaaaaahhhhssss,” you wail, hips shaking against his hand.

You grab his hand as he starts sliding in and out again.

“No, no stop, I’m good,” you pant, “thank you lover.”

He answers you with a sweet, loving kiss, which you return.

“What did you call me? Just before I came, wah dushat?” Austin asks.

“Oh, did I say that?” you press your lips together, slightly embarrassed.

“Uh oh, what does it mean? Do I need to take offense?” he jokes.

“No no. It’s just a little corny. It means King of my Pussy,” you start laughing.

“I’m not mad at that, I think you should call me that all the time,” he laughs.

After yet another shower, you climb into bed. Austin pulls out papers from his hoodie pocket and climbs in next to you. Propped up on a pillow and one arm around you he pulls you in close.

“Oh yes, this is much better than last night,” he says under his breath.

“Whatcha got there?” you ask, indicating the papers.

“Script pages for tomorrow, although who knows what Baz will actually have me doing,” he says.

“Are you allowed to read them to me?” you ask.

“Technically no, since you haven’t signed any waiver, but I trust you. Do you want to read the other part with me?” he offers.

“I can try. It may not be good,” you are a little apprehensive.

“Doesn't matter, it just helps to have someone read the other lines,” he assures you.

Curled up on his chest, reading from the same pages, you go over the scene a few times. At first you are tentative. You ask a few questions about who’s lines these are, then throw caution to the wind and get into it.

“Damn baby, you are doing great! Your southern accent is spot on,” he says, impressed.

"Thanks babe,” you wag your tail, smiling.

“If you want, I could talk to Baz and get you on set as an extra. I mean it’d not be talking but… “ he offers.

“Oh, no no.” You roll on top of him to be face to face. “ I am the thing that is NOT Elvis in your life right now. Plus, I don’t think I could bear watching you be Elvis and not have your hands on me. When this movie comes out, I may not be able to see it in a theatre cuz it’s gonna make me so fucking horny. I will leave the seat wet!”

“Or we could just rent out the whole theater and I could play with your pussy the whole time,” he smiles and bites his lip.

“Oh that is happening for sure,” you smile wickedly.

“That’s an experience I look forward to, after all I’m the King of your pussy,” he says giggling.

“Oui, Mon Roi, et je suis ton chaton excité.” you lick your lips and kiss him.

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Sakamaki Prologue

ー The scene starts in front of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ( Pwew...Today was yet another exhausting day. )

( But I’m all done with my midterms now, so I suppose I’ll relax in the bed for a bit before hitting the hay early. )

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( Hm...? Where is this noise coming from...? )

*Caw caw caw*

*Flap flap*

Yui: ( Ah! A bunch of crowd have gathered on top of the manor’s roof. )

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( It’s not just one or two either. It’s kind of unsettling how they’ve all flocked together. )

( They say that crows are the messengers of death, so it’s giving me bad vibes. )

( ...I better hurry inside. )

*Caw caw caw*

Ayato: Yo, Chichinashi!

Yui: Wah!

Ayato: Hehe, lame-o. What are you pissin’ your pants for?

Yui: Geez...

( How could I not get startled when someone suddenly calls my name? Anyway, there’s a more important matter at hand now... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ayato-kun, there’s a bunch of crows on top of the roof...

Ayato: Ah?

*Caw caw caw*

Ayato: Hmー And what’s the issue with that?

Yui: ( I doubt he’ll understand if I try to explain to him that it foretells misfortune. )

Ayato: Now that you mention it, crows like to peck at the corpses of dead people, don’t they?

Yui: God, stop it...

( They really are creepy. I just hope they’re not on the balcony as well... )

*Woosh*

Yui: Huh?

( They’ve all vanished in thin air. How...? )

Ayato: Hm? Look, they’re gone.

Yui: Yeah. But I didn’t hear them flying away, did you?

Ayato: I guess not. But you were creeped out by them, no? In that case, you should be happy.

Yui: ( I am but...No, I guess he’s right. )

( I’ll just forget about it and head inside. )

ー They enter the manor

*Thud*

Yui: ( Phew. Now that I’m inside, I feel safe... )

Ayato: ...Wait.

*Rustle*

Yui: !

ー Ayato pins her against the wall

Yui: ( Ayato-kun has got me pinned in place!? )

Ayato: I got thirsty while listenin’ to your borin’ chit-chat. ...So let me suck your blood.

Yui: Eh?

*Rustle*

Ayato: You’ve only got yourself to blame for spreadin’ that delicious scent of your blood...?

Yui: No, stop...!

ー Shuu enters the room

Shuu: ...You’re in the way.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Woah!?

*Thud*

Yui: T-Thank you...

Shuu: ...Why are you thanking me? Move aside already.

Yui: My bad...

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi, Shuu! Fuck off! Don’t get in my way!

Shuu: Shut up...You go ahead and enjoy your time on the floor for a bit.

ー Shuu walks away

Yui: ( I should probably keep quiet and follow Shuu-san, huh? )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Shuu: ...

Yui: You got back a little late. Did you stay behind at school?

Shuu: The exact opposite. I got out early, so I had the limousine drive me to the CD store.

Yui: ( So that’s why we had to go home on foot today... )

Shuu: More importantly, don’t you think it’s time you lay it off?

Yui: Eh?

Shuu: You really are a slut to offer your body to someone out in the open like that.

Yui: Y-You’ve got it all wrong! Ayato-kun forced himself on me...

Shuu: I wonder...

ー He leans in close

Shuu: It’s your fault for leaving yourself vulnerable, no...?

Yui: Cut it out, please!

Shuu: Hehe... ...?

ー Shuu almost bites her, but stops at the very last second

Yui: ( ...Huh? )

ー He steps back again

Shuu: ...

Yui: Um, is something the matter?

Shuu: I thought I could sense someone on the staircase.

Yui: Eh?

Shuu: ...

ー Shuu walks away

Yui: ( I didn’t notice anything but Shuu-san seems very concerned about it...That’s strange. )

ー He returns

Yui: ...Was someone there?

Shuu: No...Did I just imagine it? But that doesn’t make sense...

Reiji: It appears that you have returned home.

Yui: Yes. Welcome back to you as well, Reiji-san.

Reiji: I returned home quite some time ago. I had simply stepped outside for a bit to fetch these flowers to decorate the dining room.

Yui: I see.

Shuu: Are the other guys home too?

Reiji: Good question. However, most likely...

ー Ayato bursts into the room

Ayato: Shuu! Take responsibility, you bastard!

Shuu: Hah?

Ayato: I hit my head when you kicked me earlier! It still hurts!

Shuu: Not my problem.

Ayato: Aah!? Can’t you see this bump on the back of my head?

Shuu: I can’t. Nor am I interested.

Ayato: Haah!?

Reiji: Good grief. Excuse me, could you please hold these roses for me?

Yui: Sure...?

Reiji: Please help me arrange them. I shall go get a vase, so go ahead and make your way to the kitchen.

Yui: Okay.

ー The scene shifts to the kitchen

*Pssh*

Yui: ( Now to put the stems in the water... )

( This should do. To get a clean end result, I suppose I should trim them one by one, huh? )

*Snip*

Yui: ( They smell lovely...It’s relaxing. )

???: Such wonderful flowers.

Yui: ?

( What? I heard...an unfamiliar voice just now. )

???: Fufu. Nice to meet you. My name isーー

ー Reiji enters the kitchen

Reiji: My apologies for the wait.

Yui: R-Reiji-san! There’s someone behind me...!

Reiji: ...What are you saying? There is nobody.

Yui: Eh...?

( No way...I could hear a voice loud and clear...So how? )

Reiji: You seem completely out of it. (1) Such a strange girl you are. More importantly, did you manage to snip the stems of the flowers?

Yui: Um...I’ll hurry up, okay?

*Snip snip*

Yui: ( I can still hear his voice echoing in my head...I can’t calm down. )

*Snip*

Yui: Ow!

( I cut my finger... )

Reiji: ...This happened because you let your mind wander.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Reiji: Good grief...Show me.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Eh...? )

ー Reiji licks her finger

Reiji: Nn.

Yui: ( Ah...! )

Reiji: ...I am only doing this to speed up the healing process, so please do not put any weird ideas into your head.

Yui: ( R-Right. Stay calm, relax. )

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: You appear to be in a daze. Is everything alright?

Yui: Yes...U-Um, are you positive there was nobody standing behind me earlier?

Reiji: Yes. What on earth happened for you to be so shaken up by it?

Yui: Somebody whispered in my ear from behind. But then they disappeared almost instantly...

Reiji: It sounds to me like one of my brothers pulled a prank on you?

Yui: I hope so...Um, do you know who else is at home right now besides Shuu-san and Ayato-kun?

Reiji: I got back first. Then Ayato, Shuu and yourself followed afterwards.

Yui: ( Then the person Shuu-san sensed was not one of his brothers...? )

Reiji: ...There appears to be something else plaguing your mind?

Yui: ( I suppose there’s no point in fretting over it all by myself. I’ll consult with Reiji-san instead. )

Actually...

ー Yui tells him the whole story

Yui: ...In other words, I believe that an outsider might have made their way into the manor.

Reiji: However, I do not sense any intruders. It is only you and members of this family at the manor right now...

Yui: I see...

Reiji: Perhaps you are simply exhausted from letting your imagination run wild? I shall pour you a cup of tea, so please try and relax.

*Pssh*

Yui: Thank you very much...

ー Kanato enters the kitchen

Kanato: So this is where you’ve been...You are not getting away again.

Yui: Eh...?

Kanato: What did you do to my sweets? ...You’re the one who ate them, aren’t you?

Yui: Eeh!? I’m not!

Reiji: What are you making a fuss over this time?

Kanato: The cookies and candies I kept in my room have disappeared...I had put them aside to enjoy later...

Yui: Wait. I came home not too long ago and came here straight away, so I haven’t even been to your room?

Kanato: ...Then who ate them?

Yui: I don’t know that...

Reiji: Couldn’t it be that you have simply forgotten that you ate them yourself?

Kanato: That’s impossible. The cookies were the fancy kind I got in the Demon World ...I cannot let this slide.

Reiji: ...There’s some pudding I made earlier over there if you’d like. Why not have some of that instead?

Kanato: ...I will.

Reiji: Well then, here’s one for you as well. ...You could use something sweet to relax, no?

Yui: Thank you very much. However, I am not yet done arranging the flowers so...

Reiji: I will take it from here. (whispers) ...Therefore, please lead Kanato away from here. I cannot concentrate on work when he is constantly crying about.

Yui: ( I see... )

Kanato: Hey, let’s get going already.

ー The scene shifts to the dining room

Kanato: ...You’re not going to have any?

Yui: Yeah...You can have it if you’d like.

Kanato: I see. In that case, I’ll be so kind as to eat it for you.

...

Yui: ( I’m glad he calmed down. Anyway, I wonder what happened? )

Kanato: ...The candies I had put aside were pudding-flavored.

Yui: I see...

Kanato: As good as this actual pudding may be, it disappears as soon as you swallow. That’s why I would have preferred the candies...

I don’t know who is behind this, but once I find the culprit, they aren’t getting away with it.

Yui: ( I doubt anyone will be able to fess up in front of such a menacing look...Anyway, I am curious who could be behind it? )

( However, the only people at home were myself, Reiji-san who was with me, and Shuu-san and Ayato-kun who were quarreling. )

( Other than that... )

ー Yui recalls the strange voice

???: Fufu. Nice to meet you. My name isーー

Yui: ( ...It can’t be, right? )

Kanato: ...

Yui: Ah, geez, you’ve got caramel sauce stuck on the corner of your mouth.

( Um, I’ll wipe it off with a napkin... )

...There, all gone.

Kanato: ...haven’t I?

Yui: Eh?

Kanato: I’ve told you to stop treating me like a child, haven’t I!?

*Smack*

Yui: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.

Kanato: Then at least wipe it off in a more adult-like fashion. For example...

ー He leans in

Kanato: You could bring your lips to mine like this and lick it off? ...You can do that, can’t you?

Yui: ( I-I can’t! )

*THUD THUD*

Yui: Kyah!?

Kanato: ...That came from upstairs.

Yui: I-Is everything okay up there?

Kanato: I bet it’s just Subaru going rampant again? Anyway, hurry up and continue.

Yui: Eh?

( I just can’t...Okay, in an attempt to talk my way out of this situation, here goes nothing... )

I’m worried, so I’ll go take a look, okay?

ー Yui gets up from her chair and runs towards the door

Kanato: Hmph...Nom nom.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: ( I just can’t get rid of this bad feeling. What if someone actually got into the manor...? )

( There just seems to be too much happening for it to be my imagination. )

( Um, Subaru-kun is... )

*Thud*

Subaru: You bastard! Whatcha playin’ at, huh!?

Yui: Wah?

Subaru: Hah? Why are you...? Che, did you happen to see anyone leave my room?

Yui: I haven’t...

Subaru: Then where did he run off to!?

*THUD*

Yui: Eeh? You’re kind of catching me off guard with the sudden question...

Subaru: ...There was someone in my room when I came home from school. And on top of that, this jerk had the nerve to take a look inside my coffin...

Who was it...He’s not getting away with it!

Yui: ( I guess it makes sense why he’s upset. )

Subaru: Oi, did you really not see anyone run away?

Yui: I didn’t, but you see...

ー Yui tells him everything which happened up till then

Yui: ( It’s all a bit vague because I don’t actually have a clear grip on the situation myself but...I wonder if he’ll believe me? )

Subaru: There’s no way someone intruded this manor. ...What are you pissin’ your pants for?

Yui: But...

Subaru: Che...But I have to admit that when I saw the guy from behind...I felt a weird presence.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: I can’t put it into words very well. But something just felt off, like I could feel a shiver run down my spine.

ー Laito walks up to them

Laito: Hmm~? Seems like the two of you are really enjoying your talk over there? Let me in on the fun as well~

Yui: Wah?

Laito: So...I heard you were doing something inside his coffin which gave you the shivers?

Subaru: Haah? That’s not what I said!

Laito: Bitch-chan is really living up to her name, getting it on inside a coffin!

Yui: Eeh!? You’ve got the wrong idea!

Laito: There you go trying to hide it~ ...Mmh, I honestly thought you were about that age to start growing interested in such things.

ー Laito creeps up on her

Laito: But you know, if you wanted to have some fun in a private space, you should have invited me over. I’m confident I could give you the experience of a lifetime?

Subaru: You bastard...The fuck are you sayin’!?

*THUD*

Laito: Ahーah. Calm down. Reiji will get on your case again, you know?

Subaru: Che...Whose fault do you think this is...?

Laito: Gosh, a little teasing and you instantly lose your temper. ...So, what’s this strange presence you mentioned earlier?

Yui: You heard that?

Laito: Of course! You’ll fill me in on the details, right?

Yui: Yeah, you see...

ー Yui explains the situation one more time

Laito: Hm~ ...I see. Well, I can only imagine he’d be after one thing.

Yui: Eh...?

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: That would be...you, Bitch-chan.

Yui: Me?

Laito: Mmh. I’m pretty sure someone got inside to steal you away, you see?

Yui: However, it didn’t feel like that when I heard him talk...

Laito: Nfu~ He was just baiting you, you see? As a result, you’re curious about him now, aren’t you?

It’s his way to pique your interest, then as soon as you approach...He might just gobble you right up~!

I mean, you are a ‘snack’ in more than one way after all~

Yui: ( I can’t deny that it has been on my mind this whole time... That might be exactly what this guy wants though... )

( What now? I’m kind of anxious all of a sudden.. )

*SHATTER*

Ayato: Shuu, you bastard! Don’t be throwin’ shit at me! What if I get another bump!?

Shuu: Hah? What makes you think I’m the one throwing things?

Ayato: Then where did that plate come from!?

Reiji: That plate...happens to be part of my precious collection...!

Yui: ...

Laito: Something seems to be going on downstairs. ...I’m getting bad vibes from this, so let’s go take a look.

Subaru: Che...The fuck’s goin’ on?

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Yui: ( Ah...The pretty plate has broken in two. )

Laito: There’s no way Shuu would throw this.

Yui: ( I guess so. Then there must be someone in the house after all...? )

Kanato: Ah...I found one of my candy wrappers. The culprit...Subaru, it was you, wasn’t it...!?

Subaru: Geh!? How the hell did that get inside my pocket!? You’re wrong! Someone’s tryin’ to frame me!

Kanato: Shut up!

Yui: ( This really is odd. Something is off... )

???: Ahaha! You guys really are a bunch of fools. ...Don’t disappoint me now, will you?

Yui: !?

( Whose voice...was that just now...? )

Reiji: It appears...that someone has actually snuck their way inside the manor.

Ayato: Fuck, oi! If you’re there, stop hidin’ like a coward and show yourself!

Subaru: Che...Where the fuck are you!? Lemme punch you in the face!

Kanato: Give back...my sweets.

Laito: Seems like he made a run for it.

Shuu: ...What a drag.

Yui: ( It could be a Demon of some sorts...? )

Monologue

ーー Ever since Karlheinz-san vanished,

the Demon World has lost its absolute ruler,

throwing everything into disarray.

What had been kept balanced through his immense powers up till now,

was now spiraling out of control,

due to the disputes over who would ascend the throne as the next King.

The parties involved consist of:

The Vampires

The Wolves

The Adlers

The Vibora.

Those four clans.

On top of that, there’s also the existence of the First Bloods,

who have ties to all four subspecies.

From what I have heard,

several movements have been taking place all over the Demon World,

as a result of these parties fighting over the sovereignty,

which was previously in the hands of a Vampire.

Yui: ( ...Hold up, he seemed quite shocked when that man’s Familiar came to report everything, didn’t he? )

( I have a feeling that a lot of trouble lies ahead but...I’m sure everything will turn out fine in the end, right? )

( Exactly. As the one who inherited Karlheinz-sama’s powers, I’m sure he’ll... )

[ Choose Shuu ] [ Choose Reiji ] [ Choose Ayato ]

[ Choose Kanato ] [ Choose Laito ] [ Choose Subaru ]

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says that she seems to have been possessed/bewitched by a fox (spirit). This is an expression used to describe someone who is at a loss and has no idea what is going on.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #Kanato Sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #lost eden #lesakamakiprologue

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 49

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Time to use The Shrine(tm)

Author’s Note: n/a

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Shane was right. I was about to cry. As soon as I stepped outside the tears started falling. I had planned to go grab some groceries from Pierre’s and visit Robin to ask a few questions about installing barns and whatnot, but instead I just went to Cindersap and wandered around until I could calm down enough to face anyone again.

In the moment, assaulting a bootlicking Joja cog with some coffee and sass felt so freeing. Afterwards… I can’t help but think, why did I do that? I’ve never really snapped at anyone before, and the first time I do it’s a total stranger? Even if he is a dick, and even if maybe he did deserve it for whatever reason, I still can’t help but feel guilty.

Don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to face Morris again. I guess I won’t be visiting Sam there anymore.

As I pad through the crunchy fallen leaves, sniffling up a storm between sips of coffee due to the emotions and chilly air, I just try to focus on what’s ahead in an attempt to relax a bit.

Like, Spirit’s Eve is gonna be a blast. I’ve got that going for me at least. I’ll have a chance to meet that shadow person Magnus is friends with too. I absentmindedly gain a little pep in my step as I remember that Seb’s and Magnus’ birthday are both in the coming months. I wonder if they’ll want to do anything special.

I check my phone and see a wall of texts from Sam:

Sam > HEY. I snuck out for a bathroom break bc omg Sam > u were so real for that Sam > like holy crud. I’ve always wanted to give morris even a *little* bit of shit and u just did it ur first time meeting the guy

There are a few more messages, all exclaiming about how awesome he thinks I am. It’s just as endearing as it is embarrassing.

I quickly reply to lie and say it wasn’t a big deal and that it’s whatever and that I’m fine, not-lie to promise him we’ll hang out for real soon, and apologize for his lack of a coffee. I then decide to go to Magnus’ a bit early. Maybe he and Seb can distract my nerves, and if not I can at least fill them in on what happened.

I begin nearing Tony Remington Trash Bear. Haven’t seen this fella in ages. He notices me and sniffs in my direction while chewing today’s dish. Looks like a stuffed pumpkin… where does he get these things?

I wave at him, and wonder — now knowing he’s an elemental — if he can communicate with me.

As far as I can tell, though, there’s not a single thought besides his next meal behind those eyes. Good for him, if true!

I slow down and try to speak to him, tentatively holding out my cup. “Uh… I don’t know if you understand me, but d-do you want some coffee?” He glimpses at the cup and I add, “I’ve had, like, half, and it’s cold now, but…” followed by a very meek shrug.

Tony sniffs a little louder and turns away.

“Oh. Sorry.” Guess he doesn’t like coffee.

I take a few more steps. He looks at me again. I stop again, and stare back for a moment before waving.

He waves back oh my fucking god before turning back to his food.

Yoba, Spirits, whoever, what ever, please let this be a sign that today can turn up from here.

My pace becomes brisk as I try to make it to Magnus’ tower faster. I’ve gotta tell him and Seb that there’s a slim chance I actually can communicate with animals, even if they can’t communicate back in a way I can understand.

I wonder if I can learn that. Like, animal-speaking potions or spells have to be a real thing, no?

And, like, with Cannoli, I assumed he could roughly get the gist of whatever I say because out bond. What if I’ve actually been talking to him in a way he can comprehend for months now?

…What if I can, like, translate frogs for Seb someday?

Oh.

Oh my fuck—

I feel giddy at the thought and do a little shimmy to work out my energy. I know if I start jogging in lieu that I’ll probably just trip on a fallen branch or acorn or something — the ground is too covered in leaves for me to see what’s beneath them, save for a few long weeds.

I make it to the tower quicker than I’d anticipated. Outside the door I stomp some mud off my boots, and while stepping in, I hear hushed speaking from the main room. I don’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt if something is important going on. Quietly so as to not disturb them, I remove my coat and shoes and pad through the doorway, sipping my sweet drink.

I stop in my tracks and nearly choke on the coffee at the view before me:

Magnus and Seb are facing each other, their bodies parallel to the side walls and nearest the far end of the cauldron. I can see some of Seb’s face and all of Magnus’.

Seb got his ears pierced! The red studs — I guess they were safe to use, after all — are just barely visible from my view, resting above his gauges. Not sure about the other ear, but he has crossed industrials on this one as well now.

Now, I can’t tell if his ears are pink from swelling or from blush, but it could be both, given how closely Magnus is observing him. Magnus’ hand is tilting Seb’s face up, and he’s heavily inspecting his piercings with a slight flush on his own cheeks, as well as rosy eyes. Only god knows if it’s because of the contact he’s engaging in, or because of how much cooler Seb looks with his new jewelry.

As Magnus tilts Seb the other way, I’m at first ready to assume that Seb did get a few piercings on his other ear too, until I see Magnus practically cupping the younger man’s face. His lips are slightly curled upward and moving but I can barely hear a word he’s saying. The only sound that registers in my ears is the smooth, bassy reverberation of his baritone voice. A breathy laugh comes from Seb in response.

My heart stutters at the thought that they’re, like, gonna fucking kiss or something, until Magnus drop’s his hands, crossing them against his ribs. It’s only as Seb mimics the motion that I notice they’re both wearing black sweaters, both with their sleeves rolled to their elbows.

A Sebastian cosplay convention.

SebbyCon… SebCon? SebastiCon???

No. Shut up.

I make my presence a little more known as I clear my throat and approach my partners, unable to contain the shit-eating grin plastered on my face. Magnus looks over and smiles wide at my presence, seemingly oblivious to how ~scandalous~ that interaction appeared. Seb turns to do the same, more focused on giving me his own silly, smug look.

Whoa. On the ear opposite from the one I had a slight view of, Seb has a triple helix now, as well as a fucking nose piercing, all alongside his red lobe piercing. I can’t hide how frickin’ stoked I am for these, god he pulls it all off so well!

Ignoring their hellos, I scurry closer, my eyes and smile wide as I place my cup on the counter nearby to take Seb’s face in my hands, basically doing the same thing Magnus just did.

“Holy shit, dude!”

“You like ‘em?” he laughs.

I reposition Seb so he’s got no choice but to look directly at me. “I feel feral.”

“Oh my,” Magnus laughs while he observes us.

Still holding Seb’s face, I turn to look at and giggle with the elemental.

Seb brings my attention back by placing a hand on mine and using the other to draw my face to his, dipping down for a quick smooch amidst his smiling. “You’re here early. I just showed up a few minutes ago.”

I nod, pressing my forehead to Seb’s chest and wrapping my arms around him. As he hugs back, I explain, “Rough day.”

Drawing nearer to place a hand against my spine, right above Seb’s hands, Magnus asks, “Did your plans to visit Samson fall through?”

I chuckle, muttering quietly about how formal and old he sounds, and give Seb an extra little squeeze before turning to hug Magnus. “No, I saw him,” I mutter as his arms envelop me. “I, uh,” I press my cheek to Magnus and to get a better view of Seb, “I poured coffee on his boss.”

“What?!” Magnus says, his voice sounding awfully incredulous, albeit amused. The shock is deserved, to be fair. Again. Never really done something like that.

Seb, as I had hoped and predicted, looks so goddamn proud of me. “Deliberately?” I nod. “Holy shit, you badass!”

“Y’know,” I observe, “people keep saying that, but I cried about it the second I stepped out of the store.”

Magnus’ hug tightens so I turn back to him, nuzzling my face into his torso as Seb asks, “Why’d you do it?”

“He was being a dick to Sam,” it’s hard to talk like this so I release myself, standing off to the side to form a little triangle between the three of us, “aaand he scolded me for having my own lil’ treat in the store with me.” I fidget my sleeves while nodding over to the coffee cup on the counter. “That was supposed to be for Sam, I was just holding it for him until Morris left, but…” I shrug.

“Arsehole...”

“Oh yeah,” Seb agrees with Magnus, “the dude sucks. I never really see Sam on the clock anymore just to avoid him.”

“We’ve gotta get him out of there,” I mutter, making my way back to the coffee. I chug the rest before tossing it in the bin nearby.

In the meantime, Seb counters, “Dude’s stuck. He’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Bummer…”

“Mm,” Magnus simply hums. He barely knows who Sam is, this is probably uncomfy for him.

I meet the taller man’s eyes. “Shrine?”

“Of course.”

Magnus and I start making our way across the room, but I stop when I notice that Seb isn’t following. I turn around and notice that he already has a book in hand. “You coming?”

“Nah,” he responds, seeming to search for a certain page in particular. “I’ll be fucking with some potions while you do that.”

“Boooo,” I pout. He tosses up a middle finger with a playful glare, and I throw the gesture right back. “If I don’t, like, die, I guess I’ll see you when I’m not a human anymore,” I add on.

“You better not die on me now.”

“No promises!” I announce as I make my way over to Magnus, who’s patiently waiting by the doorway.

His nose scrunches and brows furrow while he grins, as though he’s holding back a laugh, but I don’t mind the scrutiny; I’m too busy admiring the way his crow’s feet deepen, complementing the sparkle in his burgundy eyes.

Maybe it’s the spirits doing their thing again, but I can’t help but notice how happy and full of love I feel with Magnus and Seb around… how happy they seem with me, and even each other.

Not to be a huge sap or anything, but life is so fucking beautiful, sometimes.

“You won’t die, my heart,” he reassures me, breaking me from my train of thought.

As we make our way downstairs I ask half-jokingly, freeing myself from my stupor, “So I’ll just be horribly mangled if I don’t do things right?”

“Well…”

I look at Magnus. He’s chewing the inside of his cheek and avoiding my gaze.

Sighing, I nod. “Good to know.”

“You’re an incredible sorceress, dear. You’ll likely be just fine.”

“If I don’t fuck up, sure.”

“It’ll be alright, I can almost guarantee it.” As we near the shrine, Magnus turns to me and walks backwards for a few steps, “Besides, just think of the results!”

I experience a fucking war flashback as I remember him having a similar outlook on that potion he made me when we were in our early days of knowing each other. The one that had me keeled over in pain on the ground within seconds.

“This feels familiar…” I mumble, hoping that the scene is projecting into his mind. Based on his lack of a response as he sifts through a tome, I’m assuming it didn’t work.

When his attention is back on me, he nears my side, giving me a run-down as he magically highlights certain parts of the page he has open. I cozy myself into his side, nodding along while I try to keep up. Without halting, he wraps his corresponding arm around me, leaning into my touch.

He really is a wonderful teacher, but sometimes he goes so quickly. I get that it’s just the excitement fueling his speed though. More often than not he bears in mind that, although I fucking rock at this, apparently, it’s still kinda new to me.

After asking him to reiterate a few things — including what types of beings I can become with this thing, none of which include things with horns or tails, god damnit! — before I memorize the few lines of spell I’m to perform and step over to the center of the emblem on the floor.

Before I begin, I ask, “Wait, when you use this you like… hover, yeah?” Magnus nods. “Is it okay that I can’t do that? Do you think it’ll effect things?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “You’ll be fine on your feet. Or your butt, or knees, or whatever you prefer, really.”

“Alright,” I sit on the ground, crossing my legs and resting my antsy hands against my thighs. “Here goes nothing.”

I don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable reciting incantations in front of people, so I whisper it to myself, as I hear Magnus crossing the room — I assume to sit down and read or something, similarly to how I did during his transformation all that time ago — before patiently waiting for the process to take effect.

Once I get the ball rolling, everything starts to feel weird. I feel tingly, mana exuding from every pore of my body. I keep my eyes shut so as to concentrate on the image of what I want to become more effectively, but can still see the faint illumination of an arcane light show through my closed lids.

I’m not sure how much time passes like this. I wind up in sort of a trance-like state at some point; somewhere between being incredibly conscious of the weird sensations coursing through me, and oblivious to the fact that I even exist in my own body. It’s only whenever I stop feeling anything beyond the floor below my ass and my hands on my thighs that I realize the process must be done.

I open my eyes slowly. They widen as I notice first the change in my clothes, then in skin color. It all looks eerily similar to what I’d racked my brain with, and I guess that’s the point, but it still startles me a bit.

I turn my palms up and around, admiring the dusty pink tint of my skin, and the way it almost shimmers with an otherworldly pearlescence under the dim glow of the basement’s lighting.

I take in the deep obsidian of my new pants — made of something soft and silky, with a high and cinched waist to counter the bagginess everywhere else — as I extend a leg outward, tracing the intricate details of the silver embroidery that climb the outer hems.

My top is also very loose, but tucked into the corset-like belt of my bottoms. It’s black; has a soft, sort of cottony in feel; and it’s void of any detail, aside from the wavy edges of its three-quarter sleeves.

I reach my hands to my ears, which are now slightly longer and pointy, then slide my digits through my hair, which feels softer than ever. It’s thick, pin-straight, and long, reaching down to my lower back. I bring a section of it over my shoulder, observing the silvery gray it’s become.

My same earrings are in, at least from what I can feel. Similarly, my necklace from Welwick and ring from Magnus are safely on my person.

I didn’t expect the transformation to be this intense — I thought it would just change my colors around a bit, like how it did with Magnus. The clothes were wanted of course, but I didn’t think I could actually change them too. Was just feeling more hopeful about that than anything.

Damn.

I finally look up and to my left in search of Magnus. He’s sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other and a tome abandoned next to his lap while he awe-struckedly rakes his eyes up and down my new form, leaning up from his relaxed position.

I shoot him a big grin and his eyes widen a bit, the faint smile he had prior not leaving his face.

“The fangs were a lovely touch,” he quietly compliments.

Fangs?! “I didn’t even know I did those.” My gaze shifts to nothing in particular while I snarl a bit, tapping my tongue to my teeth. They’re situated like vampire fangs, which is lucky, considering I’m not sure I’d be safe if they’d filled my mouth. These babies are sharp.

I bring my attention back to my partner as he stands, and I meet him halfway. Still the same height as before, which is good. Won’t draw suspicion from anyone who lives around here.

“Is it normal for the shrine to take creative liberties like that sometimes?”

“Eh,” he shrugs. “This seems to happen more with a user who lacks experience — but if it chooses to trust you, it’ll never be an unwelcome transformation.”

I look back at the thing, shrug, and turn back.

“You’re incredible, (y/n),” Magnus grins, tilting my face up by the chin. “Did you mean to do this with your sclera as well?”

Oh hell yeah, it worked!

I answer triumphantly, “Damn right, I did.” It makes him giggle. Makes me giggle in turn. “What color are they now?” Did it work how I wanted it to?

Looking more at my eyes than into them, he mutters, “They match your trousers quite nicely,” Fuck yes, “and your irises are lavender.” Not what I was going for, but I’ll take it! “I must say, it’s strange to see you this way, but you’re ethereal nonetheless.”

“Think it’s too much for when I go to the above-ground event?”

He tilts his head and chews the inside of his cheek while he studies me, before ultimately shaking his head. “It simply looks like you’ve a knack for makeup.”

I begin playing with and staring at my new hair again. “Thank god, this is fucking sick.” I look back up at Magnus, fingers still fiddling with my tresses. I purse my lips, swaying a little as I shyly start, “Do I have to change back to—“

“Yes.”

“Fuck!”

He laughs, holding out a hand for me to take. “I assume you want to present your new form to Sebastian, yes?”

“Hell yeah, let’s go.”

I grab his hand and we make our way out of the room. Gazing at our inhuman skin tones locked together, I begin to feel a little self conscious. I’m probably overthinking, but I can’t stop the feeling from gnawing at me.

“Uh…” I start, suddenly feeling kinda shy.

Magnus slows down a bit, seeming to sense my worries. That, or he read them already, but he hasn’t said anything so I can only assume he’s trying not to.

“Do you… ever wish that I was an elemental too?”

He slows us to a halt and I shift my vision to meet his own. The wizard looks as calm as ever, if not just a little more concerned than usual. “Of course not, my heart,” he turns to face me. “In fact, if you were one, the spirits may have never fated us together in the first place.”

That’s right, he did mention the whole soulmates thing being in favor of an elemental and human pairing.

I nod, accepting the answer. I still feel a little weird knowing that maybe I’m more (or less, maybe?) attractive this way, but it’s not like I’m a whole new body shape or anything, so I try not to think much of it. There’s no point to it, this is only for special occasions, after all.

“I love you,” he tacks on cheerily, as if to remind me.

Fucking dork.

“I love you too. Sorry.”

Magnus huffs out a laugh. “Why are you apologizing?!”

“I dunno!” I join his chuckles, shaking my head. Never claimed that I’m not a dork too. “Just feels childish to ask you stuff like that, now that I’m thinking about it.”

“It’s only natural such an immense change in your appearance would cause some unease.”

“I guess…”

He does have a point. It’s almost the same feeling as when you don’t wear as much makeup as usual, and someone comments on how sick and tired you look, regardless of your wellbeing; or when you gain or lose a noticeable amount of weight, and people make comments on how much “livelier” or “happier” or “better” you look, regardless of how good the change actually was for your health…

Except I’m doing it to myself instead, like a dummy.

And I haven’t even seen myself yet.

Magnus did nothing to indicate if he likes this change more or less than my original appearance. I’m sure Seb won’t either. He’ll probably just be excited to have a temporary elf girlfriend.

They both love me as I am.

I’ve gotta chill.

Ugh.

Okay. I’m good, I think. Enough spiraling.

I look up at Magnus, who’s patiently awaiting my next move. I wonder if he heard me get lost in my head for a moment there. If he did, he doesn’t say anything about it. I offer a soft smile which he reciprocates before giving my hand a squeeze.

“Are you alright, my heart?”

“Yeah,” I nod, “let’s go.”

When Magnus and I arrive upstairs, we’re hit with a strong smell of marijuana. Seb rarely smokes here. Magnus banned cigarettes — dude hates the smell — but weed is fair game, so Seb brings it out sometimes if he’s extra stressed. Not often, but it does happen.

Must be going through it right now.

Rounding the corner, I see Seb leaning with his palms flat on the nearest countertop, with a tome opened in front of him. Around him are haphazardly placed vials and ingredients. A blunt is lazily hanging from his mouth, and the cauldron is draining behind him, as he mutters the words he reads under his breath with nearly closed lips.

“You good?”

Startled, Seb looks up. His eyes widen at my new appearance and the blunt falls from his mouth. He catches it before it can land anywhere though.

“Oof,” I add casually, “Nice save.”

“Nice, uh…”

He pauses to stare for a moment, leaving the blunt hanging between two fingers like a cigarette. I gnaw my bottom lip and shift around on my feet. His intense scrutiny is flustering me.

“Hah.” Seb rubs his eyes with the digits of his free hand, then keeps them shut with his fingertips against his lids as he continues, “Can’t think of anything witty for a response.”

His cheeks are obstructed by his large hand, but the tips of his ears are a little pink. I glimpse up at Magnus, who has a faint smile on his lips as he watches Seb’s struggle.

“I didn’t expect this, holy fuck,” the emo speaks up.

“Think it’s too much?” I shyly murmur, using my hair as a fidget again.

“God, no.” He looks up at Magnus. Then at me. Then at Magnus again, and back to me, before putting his attention back onto the book. Through a puff of smoke he mumbles, “I’ve never felt so lame in my life.”

Magnus is quick to try to halt Seb’s negative self-talk with a practical solution. “You’re more than welcome to give the shrine a whirl once you’re ready.”

“Yoba knows how long that’ll take.” Sebastian flicks the page below him. “Can’t even follow the directions laid out in front of me without messing something up.”

I nod towards Seb’s blunt, eyeing it as he puts it back between his lips. “Is that not helping as much as you wanted?” I wonder.

Seb sighs, shaking his head. “Nah, it’s helping plenty. I was ready to tear my fucking hair out before.”

“Is there anything I can assist with?” Magnus interjects.

Another head shake from Seb. “No, I wanna do this on my own.”

“At least allow me to speed this up for you,” the older wizard states more than he asks, heading to the cauldron.

Seb turns back and nods. “Thanks, dude.” I catch how his eyes rake up and down Magnus’ body before he turns back to me and does the same. “God,” he whispers, his lashes fluttering as he subtly rolls his eyes back. Then, he rummages in the nearby cabinets for some more stuff.

I snort. “Stressed ‘god,’ or…?” I trail off quietly.

Not sure how keen he is on Magnus knowing what gets him going, regardless of how sexually open we’ve been in conversation.

Seb tilts his head up and deadpans me. I waggle my eyebrows. He gets the gist. He nods.

“Both, then?” I confirm.

He sighs, producing a mortar and pestle. Then, he responds while he places some leaves into the thing and begins grinding ‘em down.

“Both, yeah.”

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fauxserenity · 1 year

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“Loners and Fools - SatoSugu Bakery AU

It's too early for Suguru to be here. He's tired, having to get to work at 3am after spending all night studying for his modern history class. The air is cold, the late autumn making Suguru have another reason to curl in his bed with his fluffy blanket.

Inside the bakery is warm, Suguru can hear someone humming a song from behind the counter.

“Mornin',” Suguru says, changing from his coat to his apron.

“Good morning, Suguru~,” Satoru's cheery tone makes him wince a little.

Suguru can't understand how someone can have so much energy so early. In the two months he's worked with Satoru, that is something he hasn't understood yet.

Satoru is sorting things by the counter, there's something baking behind them and music low enough to not be disturbing.

Suguru goes to the coffee machine and makes himself a cup of coffee, the smell of it washes over the small place.

“How long have you been here?” Suguru asks after taking the first sip of his coffee.

“Mmm... An hour? I think,” Satoru smiles looking at him.

“That's way too early,” Suguru complains, hiding his face from those intriguing blue eyes that always seem to scan him.

“I guess, but I don't have anything else to do.”

“You could sleep, you know?.”

“Details,” Suguru's comment was dismissed by a small wave of a hand.

Their conversation ends there, they have to get to work, Suguru needs to decorate the cake he left last night in the refrigerator and everything that's baked and done has to be sorted into their places for the customers. There isn't a day that goes by without customers coming and leaving with a smile, Suguru is bad with names and faces but he always heard Satoru from his place behind the counter:

“Good morning Mrs. Fujihara, here's your usual lemon biscuits and a cup of coffee, not too hot but still warm enough.”

“Hello little gremlin, ready to go to school today? You should totally get that apple pie, it tastes amazing.”

Everyone loved Satoru and Suguru couldn't blame them, the guy always knew what others wanted to hear.

“Oi, Satoru, where's the flour?” Suguru shouts from where he's working, preparing a new mix of cookie dough.

“Which one?” comes back in the same tone, then a series of loud steps.

“For all purposes,” Suguru's attention goes back to the recipe.

He's measuring the sugar when he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Thank—”

He doesn't finish the sentence, a cloud of flour covers his sight and he's only able to hear Satoru's crazy laugh.

So of course, he has to get revenge.

It takes place a few days later, the first customers are coming in, today they are greeted by a few kids on their way to school.

Satoru goes to the back, in search of something to give out to those kids. Suguru takes that opportunity.

“Do you think they'll like this?” he asks pointing out to something outside of their range, his other hand seemingly hanging next to him.

“What?” As Satoru walks closer, Suguru smiles and raises his hidden hand, flour flying everywhere.

Cackling, Suguru leaves the taller one alone and walks towards the counter, smiling at the kids and offering them a bag of cookies for each one of them.

“Have a nice day~,” he says as he smiles and waves goodbye.

“Bye-bye~, Mr. Geto.”

“I hate you,” Satoru says now next to him, face mostly clean.

“You love me.”

“Maybe.”

Geto might hate having to get up at 3am every day to go to work, he might have petty arguments with Satoru and get along with every kid in the neighborhood, but here is where he feels the safest.

Here, between bread and pastries... and Satoru.

#jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #satosugu #jjk suguru #jjk gojo #bakery au #feelings realization

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ramblingdisaster73 · 1 year

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4x06 Thoughts & Feelings (there will be both positive & negative opinions here – so read below the cut at your own risk.) As usual I tag everything with 911 lone star spoilers until the next episode airs.

At least it wasn’t another gender reveal party – for the pink chalky stuff

Sorry – but – Owen you are the one that told them to go – so if it was a real life situation – their deaths would be on you – not on them – they were following your orders

So, he is allowed to use humor to deal with shit, but no one else is – got it.

You did overreact – you have a SHIT TON more knowledge than they do – check your own narcissistic ass – take responsibility for once instead of lashing out.

I do understand why he is acting like he is – that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Can Owen just become a Fire Marshall – then we can get Captain Ryder full time? I really think that Arson investigator would be perfect for him – but there is a lot more opportunity (imo) for the fire marshall than arson investigation.

Seriously though – why introduce a white supremacist Nazi group – an actual real threat in Texas & the US at the moment – then make them the VICTIMS. What.the.actual.FUCK.

Sorry – if Tim wanted the FBI chick’s death to make us feel something – this was a HUGE miss for me – that is what I was hoping for since I saw the still of Owen carrying her out.

SIDENOTE – I do like Amanda Schull in Center Stage – I love that movie so much

I guess he isn’t the bad guy – BUT – I don’t really care

Sorry, but I don’t feel bad for the Nazis.

I wonder if Owen actually saved Red’s life by coming in before the FBI raid – it seems like the ones that died were the ones closer to the bar/farther back in the screen area – where Red came from to talk to Owen.

2nd adversary of Owen’s to get severe burns in an explosion

The text spoof thing – seems to smart for the kid

The FBI is so single minded in their pursuits of criminals

Sorry, but the painted ambulance was a huge giveaway that the bomb threat at the capitol would really be outside

At least they found the bus & dead hiker

I really didn’t think that the mikey kid was smart enough to get Andy to do all the provable work.

I did say that the kid would be involved – the scene he was in @ the roadhouse after his branding clinched it for me.

Why would you be sorry Owen? You very rarely are, especially since you always get to come out the hero?

I guess at least he is admitting he can’t do it all alone – so I guess at least that’s 1 step in the right direction.

Oh yay – gun porn for the gun people – lovely – sorry – not a fan (losing a childhood friend in a school shooting and a high school boyfriend being murdered with one – make it a bit hard for me to find guns sexy – but to each their own.)

So, we now have 2 adults that have been kidnapped/held captive with their hands bound in front of them with their mouths taped – but they couldn’t just lean the 2 inches forward to rip off the tape?

So Andy was a suicide bomber – dude wasn’t planning on blowing the place up & getting away with it – he was literally a suicide bomber. – but – yeah, please try to make me feel bad for the kid, but too bad it was another miss.

I do think that the actor did an awesome job with the role – I could also buy him as a relative of O’Brien – something about the eyes.

I wouldn’t hate an Owen/O’Brien friendship – but am totally cool with it being off screen

As soon as the fake ambulance was surrounded – I knew that Owen was going to be pulling a Derek Morgan

Like the kid getting the boot from the club for being TOO right wing is not the way to get me to sympathize with him

“You need to run” – Okay – we will all just stand here and stare at you instead.

Like that ambulance is fake as fuck looking – how dumb are law enforcement in this show.

Sorry – but Grace has been hired as Owen’s babysitter

Maybe – tell her that you have anfo in the van – that way she can more quickly give you directions

Then Listen to the woman.

Sorry – but I predicted the van stopping – and laughed when it did. I thought we were about to see Owen go Superman and just push it all the way in with his pinkie finger.

Doesn’t he know you have to weight the gas pedal? Like he watches so many movies – but missed this one thing that is in almost every action movie I have watched.

Of course, it turns into laughing gas

Apparently Judd forgot all of the science info he recorded for Mateo in Season 1.

I loved that little throw back

I love Mateo

I really want Captain Judd Ryder to be a thing

Here is an Owen thing that I absolutely loved – the way he kept eye contact (until Andy spoke directly to him) with O’Brien during Andy’s testimony – Neal played that role so well – he truly looked like he was in pain over the situation. – Owen was the person he could look at and know he wasn’t being judged, just supported in the way he was trying to support his nephew’s wife.

It is what you do Owen.

So glad he was reminded that he had a son – and decided it was convenient for him to stop by. – I get that a lot of people absolutely love this whole scene – I like parts of it – but as I have mentioned previously – Owen & my Father are very similar & that makes it incredibly hard to see this gesture as one towards TK – but rather see it as one to assuage his own guilt.

Tim’s comment about Owen being the dad of the Groomzilla is fucking stupid as shit – sorry but that says that TK will be the groomzilla – the groomzilla can ONLY be the groom (in this case either or both Carlos & TK would qualify) – the father would be a Dadzilla – not the dad to the groomzilla. It really isn’t that fucking hard – but Tim likes to make TK look like the diva anyway – so I guess that is pretty on brand for him.

Sorry Owen, but one of those men is on his second wedding/marriage – they can’t all call Iris his wife in other eps and then act like this him marrying TK is Carlos’ first marriage.

#911 lone star season 4 #episode 4x06 thoughts #911 lone star spoilers

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ilguna · 2 years

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Redamancy blurb ab gallows being into forced prostitution

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“I’ll meet you at the stage.” You tell Finnick, cupping his face and giving him a gentle kiss, “I promise.”

Finnick’s face is hard, eyes switching between yours. He’s got a tight grip on you, like he’s afraid to let you go.

He kisses you this time, and when he pulls away, he’s still very obviously apprehensive. You give him a smile before turning away, looking at Elysia.

“I’ll meet you guys at the stage.” You wave.

Elysia nods, waving goodbye.

You head down the steps, leaving the apartment and starting toward the room that Elysia said Coriolanus Snow would be in. She had disappeared only briefly to check on something with Laurel, and when she came back, she said a peacekeeper had stopped her, asking for you to meet Snow in a room down the hall of the District Four apartment.

The peacekeeper didn’t say why when Elysia had asked, only to do it before the stage. He’s lucky that you finished getting ready early, otherwise he’d have to wait a while longer to talk to you.

Speaking of which, you have no clue what it’s going to be about, exactly. He might have caught on about Annie being illegally trained, but you can’t imagine he’s going to care about that. As long as you don’t make it obvious, you should be under the radar. The careers have been doing it for years. Or he might be making sure that you’re not making Annie a mentor.

You don’t think that’s it though. There’s this sick feeling in your something, like a rubberband being pulled back.

You know you’re in the right spot when you see the peacekeepers standing outside the door. They spot you easily, but you don’t go over right away. The feeling is only growing, you think you might actually puke.

You turn away from them for a moment, smoothing out your dress and taking deep breaths. If you take too long out here, you’ll be late to the stage.

“Okay,” you breathe, heading to the door.

The peacekeepers open them for you, and sitting at the desk in the middle of the room, is President Coriolanus Snow. Your hands are sweating, you have them intertwined in front of you.

Once you step inside, the doors seal shut behind you, and your heart begins to beat hard in your chest. You’ve been close to Snow like this before, it’s just been years since it last happened.

“(Y/n), it’s nice to see you again.” Snow says, motioning to the chair in front of you, “I’m sure you were getting ready when I sent for you.”

“I just finished when Elysia told me.” You sit in the chair, crossing your legs, “It wasn’t any bother.”

“Good. I trust that you’re celebrating your tributes win.” You nod, agreeing, “Well, this will only take a couple of minutes. You’ll be back before it starts.”

“Okay.”

Snow smiles a little, “I hear that you were around a lot of sponsors this year.”

“Yeah, I was just trying to get the best for Annie.”

“They admire you for it, let me assure you. A lot of them have come to the conclusion that they would like to have you around as company.” Snow says.

You swear you can feel your heart begin to die in your chest, but it’s not over yet.

“Annie Cresta’s win has brought you more attention than before, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

Your nod is mechanical, eyes unfocusing.

“I assume Finnick has told you his duties in the Capitol,” Snow is piling papers, “So, you shouldn’t be any stranger to it, but we will walk you through it next year to make sure there will be no mistakes. It’s much to late to have you start this trip.”

It doesn’t feel like you’re in your body. It’s like you’re watching from the outside, as this girl’s worst nightmare comes true.

You know what he’s telling you, but you want him to say it.

You force yourself to look at him, “What do you mean?”

Snow pauses, looking at you, “The Capitol has begun to see you as desirable. And with demand growing, I can’t just deny them, you understand this.”

The band snaps, air leaving lungs, soul being sucked from your body.

This can’t be happening.

You open your mouth, only to close it again.

“I should warn you that this is a choice. You could choose to say yes, and that will be the end of the conversation,” Snow has his full attention on you, “Or you could choose to say no. I will warn you that saying no will result in your family’s immediate death and the dismantle of your so-called ‘boarding school’.”

Silence fills the office.

All you can think about is that this is the same ultimatum that Finnick was given. Say yes or have his whole family killed for saying no. Except, you don’t think he knew the consequences of saying no.

This is not a choice.

Snow knows your answer already, because there’s no way you can kill your family. You can’t say no. You don’t care about the boarding school, because it’s not as nearly as important as your family. Your brothers and sisters are the only thing you have left.

It’s hard to swallow, hard to force the word to come to your mouth. You have to clear your throat and blurt it before you can change your mind and fall back into silence, “Yes.”

“Fantastic,” Snow says, a smile coming to his face, he stands up from his place at the desk, “I trust that you know how to get to the stage.” He starts towards the door, but then stops to look at you, “You and Finnick are a couple again, is that right?”

“Yes.” Detached.

He hums, “I’m not sure how long that will last.”

Snow leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. It’s only you in here, silence slowly becoming overwhelming and eating at you from the inside out.

A scream erupts from you, hand swiping everything off the desk as you get to your feet. The glass vase shatters, papers flying, pens hitting the wall. You clear both bookshelves, ripping out paper, throwing trophies and seashells and rocks and the fucking chairs at the walls.

You’re heaving dry sobs, no tears coming no matter how hard you force them. With closed fists you pound on the desk, hurting the sides of your hands, wishing that it would fucking break.

The only untouched item in the room is the clock, quietly ticking and reminding you that time is running out. You need to be downstairs at the stage.

You suck in a deep breath, leaving the room and slamming the door behind you, allowing the doorframe to rattle. You call for the elevator, and on the way down you realize your hands are bleeding from the broken vases and statues.

You fix your hair, gritting your teeth and staring at the blood that runs down your skin. When the elevator doors open, you’re greeted by the sight of practically everyone, all standing around anxiously. Elysia is pacing back and forth.

“I’m here.” Your voice is more dead than you intend it to be, wanting to have some emotion engraved in to mask what you’re feeling.

Finnick turns immediately, eyes going from head to toe. He stops at your hands, heading toward you, “What happened?”

“I’m fine.” You say, “Just bleeding a little.”

“Oh my god!” Elysia exclaims, “Get a towel!”

“(Y/n), what happened?” Finnick asks again, watching your face.

“I’m fine.” You repeat, looking past Finnick to the towel being extended your way. Laurel immediately grabs your hands to examine the damage, carefully wiping the cuts off with water.

“Please, honey,” He’s trying to turn your head to look at him, “What did he say?”

“It’s going to need bandages,” Laurel looks at Cleo.

“Do we even have time?”

“Grab her black gloves, that’ll cover it.”

“I’ll get it.”

“(Y/n)—“ Finnick starts again.

Laurel turns your body so that she’s a wall between you two, “Give her space.”

This must have been how Finnick was feeling once he was told. Hopeless, ashamed, embarrassed, quiet. You want the same amount of silence now, for the rest of your life. You fucked up. You did this to yourself. And there’s no telling how long you’ll be stuck like this for.

The dry sobs are coming back, air being sucked in and out of your mouth. You think you’ll pass out from hyperventilation rather than anything else. Then again, you think you might puke.

“Here.” Beth says, letting Laurel finish up with cleaning before slipping the gloves over your hands, “We need to fix this as soon as we’re at the mansion.”

The mansion.

You break through the wall that Laurel has been keeping, throwing your arms around Finnick. Tears jump into your eyes, throat clogging as you try not to cry. Finnick’s arms are tight around you, rubbing your back to remind you that he’s here.

“What happened?” He asks.

Your face twists, tears brinking, “I said yes.”

Finnick’s arms tighten harder, pulling you flush against him, like he’s trying to mold your body into his. You close your eyes, face burying into his neck, as if he’ll be able to protect you forever.

He doesn’t say anything, the silence is appropriate. No one moves from where they stand.

“I’ll be with you,” he kisses the underside of your jaw, “I can work it out, I’ll be with you the entire time.”

“I want to go home.” You sob.

#ilguna #Redamancy blurb #viduous #btw that title before the cut #is genuinely how i title my stuff in my drafts #the only thing ive altered are these here tags

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