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high & dry | choi seungcheol

genre: smut, angst, best friend! seungcheol

pairings: choi seungcheol x gender neutral reader

warnings: dom! cheol, fingering, dirty talk, begging. absolute filth honestly

note: this was originally wrote with a different idol in mind, but i just had to make it cheol.

honestly, no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember how he came into your life. he was always just there.

choi seungcheol was a part of your earliest memories.

you contributed this to the fact that your mother enrolled you in soccer when you were four, the coach being seungcheol’s dad. on that field is where you first laid eyes on the dark-haired boy. every practice, cheol always accompanied his father and you two become friends almost immediately.

it was no surprise to both of your parents.

“what if y/n and cheol get married when they’re older?”

“i’m literally already planning the wedding.”

you were three. cheol was five when that conversation occurred between both of your moms. you remembered hearing it when it was time to leave the soccer field, but you were obviously too young to know what they were talking about.

all you knew was that cheol was your best friend.

from there on out, the two of you were inseparable. where one went, the other followed. if one jumped, the other jumped.

entering kindergarten, you remembered feeling so excited just because you could see cheol more, only to be disappointed when you learned that he was ahead of you in second grade.

he was there for you when homework stressed you out to point where he ended up finishing it for you. he was there to get you ice cream in the early hours of the morning.

he was there for you when your prom date stood you up, leaving you a sobbing mess in front of your house.

he was even there for you through your first real breakup freshman year of high school. you knew cheol didn’t like him anyway.

“why is everyone looking at me?” you asked cheol as you moved through the hallway, preparing to go to next period. you awkwardly kept your head down toward your feet as hushed whispers reached your ears.

your best friend softly touched your back in reassurance, but he was clearly as confused as you were. “just ignore them, y/n. clearly they don’t ha-“

his voice abruptly stopped as well as his feet as you neared your locker, a large group of students surrounding it. you moved your head up to see what was going on at the same time cheol grabbed you and turned you into his chest. “don’t look!”

at this point, his advice came too late as you caught a glimpse of the red spray paint that was covering your locker. you felt like you were going to be sick when the word registered with you.

slut.

“do you think we will always be friends?”

your voice broke the silence of cheol’s room, which was only illuminated by his green LED lights. after the incident at school, you couldn’t bring yourself to be alone and you weren’t surprised when he offered to let you stay the night.

cheol flashed you his signature smile, the smile that had your heart doing flips in your chest. he rolled over onto his side to face you, using his arm to prop himself up to look at your face. you were resisting the urge to stroke the stray piece of hair that had fallen into his face.

moving onto your side, you let out a sigh. cheol’s knuckles were scabbed from tracking down your ex-boyfriend. as soon as he saw the word on your locker, he knew it was your ex’s doing and it wasn’t long before he tracked him down, only to make sure he never attempted something like that again. while you knew he did it to defend you, you felt guilty that he got hurt in the process.

“of course, we will always be friends, y/n! i got you. I always got you. why wouldn’t I?”

one thought rang in your head.

because i love you.

but you kept your mouth shut. you weren’t going to ruin the best thing in your life just because of some dumb feelings that caused you to break up with your ex in the first place.

nothing could disrupt the relationship you had with seungcheol.

or so you thought.

junior year rolled around and everything began to change.

cheol had just entered his freshman year of university to study music and producing. you were so proud and excited for him, but also afraid. afraid of what might change between the two of you. his university was over an hour away from you and the distance was going to have an impact.

you knew that he was going to be busy. cheol was going to go to college. make new friends, discover new opportunities, leave you behind.

he promised that he would never do that and always make time for you. “i’ll come home on the weekends to see you, y/n.” but six months into the year, the texts became less frequent. calls became nonexistent. you often went months without seeing each other and when you did, it was brief and awkward.

eventually, the contact stopped all together.

he still liked your social media posts and you still liked his, but that was it. neither one of you reached out. you didn’t congratulate him when one of his songs won an award at a university showcase. in return, cheol never even said anything when you revealed your senior year that you had been accepted to the same university to study pre-med. it was like your friendship never truly existed.

you pretended like you weren’t hurt. maybe it was meant to be like this. you never truly believed in signs, but maybe this was the universe trying to tell you something. maybe it was better off that you didn’t have to pin over choi seungcheol anymore.

and you were finally getting to where you felt okay. where you could breathe and walk around campus without the anxiety of running into him.

until you got persuaded to go to the first frat party of sophomore year.

your plan was just to go for a little bit and have fun. loosen up, make sure your friends were safe and not doing anything stupid.

you definitely didn’t expect to run into the one person you didn’t want to see.

and you definitely didn’t expect what happened next.

maybe it was the alcohol in both of your systems. or the fact that you both were older, away from your parents. maybe it was stress. you weren’t sure, but at this point, you didn’t care.

cheol’s lips were attached to your neck, goosebumps risen on your skin and his teeth nipping gently at the soft flesh. you let out a breathy moan, as his fingers slowly stretched you in and out.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, his body pressing you even closer against his chest. “does that feel good? do my fingers feel good inside of you?”

you couldn’t do anything but release a whine. of course his fingers felt fucking amazing. they filled you up so well, so much better than your own. but he was such a tease. although you hadn’t talked to him in years, you could remember the conversations you had as teenagers about the sexual experiences you had. you remembered he enjoyed teasing. he enjoyed begging, but you did everything you could push that to the back of your mind.

until now.

cheol chuckled as your wetness coated his fingers, sliding a third one to mix. “god, you’re dripping and it’s so all for me.”

you let out another whine. “go faster.”

“are you sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”

instead of responding, you let out a frustrated noise, your hands going down to grab his wrist, trying to make him speed up yourself. you attempted to buck your hips against his hand to gain more friction, but he was holding onto your waist so tight, it was nearly impossible.

“aw, you’re so cute when you’re needy,” he whispered, his teeth tugging on your ear lobe, earning a moan from you.

his three fingers curled up inside you and you let out a yelp. cheol couldn’t help but smile. “there’s the sweet spot.”

you could see stars as his pace increased and decreased, wanting to tease you and prolong your climax as much as possible. you knew this was giving him a power trip. you could feel the authority radiating off of him and you didn’t want to disobey, but you couldn’t take it any longer.

“cheol-“ you whined. “please.”

you felt his breath hit your neck as he smiled. “please what?”

“i wanna cum.”

“oh, does baby want to cum all over my fingers?”

you nodded quickly, not even caring about how eager you sounded. “oh yes, cheol, please wanna cum over your fingers so bad.”

before you had the chance to even comprehend what was happening, cheol curled his fingers once and again, pulling them in and out at a fast pace. his other hand moved down to land a slap on your clit, which he purposely been neglecting, and you let out a moan. you didn’t even care that you guys were in a frat house full of people. let them hear.

the dark-haired boy pulled and traced figure eights across the area you needed him most and you quickly felt the pressure building up in your abdomen and it wasn’t long before you came undone.

you were exhausted as cheol removed his fingers from you, but it was clear the night was far from over as he flipped you onto your back, his eyes dark as he surveyed your naked figure.

“you know, I thought about this a lot when we were in high school.” cheol said softly as he reached down to plant kisses along your stomach. “the way you would look under me. the way you would feel under me. so soft. god, i even imagined how innocent and small you would look. all at the mercy of me and only me.”

a moan left your lips at his words, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. you couldn’t help but arch your back as you felt the hardness in his jeans brush against your bare core. “i thought about this too.”

at your confession, cheol nipped at your neck, earning a high-pitched moan from your lungs. you could already feel the wetness between your legs once again and you were sure he could too.

cheol pulled back from your body, reaching down to undo his belt and slip his jeans and underwear down his body. they were quickly discarded on the floor where your clothes and his shirt had landed forever ago.

your eyes widened as you took in his size. you knew he was big, but you didn’t think he was that big. the tip of his cock was leaking pre cum and it was so red and angry that you knew it had to be painful for him.

cheol give you a smile. “like what you see?”

you nodded, quickly, feeling lightheaded. “yeah, cheol, you’re so big.” your voice came out small and weak, like a mouse, and that gave him such an ego boost.

he pulled you closer, his lips returning to your neck. it wasn’t long before he pushed his cock into you, your back arching from the relief you felt the moment he did so. a deep groan fell from his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust his hips into your own, the feeling of him allowing pleasure to bloom across your entire body.

"fuck," he moaned, "you feel so good."

instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pick up his pace, sweat beginning to glisten across his forehead. he buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses along your jaw while containing the grunts that came from him.

it felt as if flames were licking up and down your body, your hands gripping the back of his shoulders and your own moans soft and delicate with each and every movement. you could feel an intensity building up into the pit of your belly,

"i-i'm close," you whimpered, throwing your head back.

"then let go for me, my baby. I got you. i always got you,” cheol cooed, allowing his thumb to swirl around your clit, which sent you completely over the edge for the second time that night.

there were those words again.

you didn’t have to be told twice as your walls clenched around him. the pressure in your abdomen finally being released.

you let out whines and mewls as cheol chased his own high, the aftershocks of your organism still running through your body.

cheol followed soon after, a deep groan leaving his lips as his thrusts began to slow before he pulled out, painting your stomach white.

suddenly the room that was filled with both of your moans was silent except for pants that we were leaving both of your bodies. the older boy quickly reached across his nightstand to grab tissues before softly cleaning you up.

“I remember you not liking sticky stuff,” he said, quietly. “you used to cry when we were kids if your hands were sticky from food or something. you didn’t like the feeling.”

the fact that he remembered that detail after all these years and the fact that he was talking like you guys never lost contact made your heart hurt. why is he pretending like nothing happened?

but you didn’t want to think about that right now. all you wanted to do was curl up next to your best friend and sleep. you would deal with everything in the morning.

cheol had the same idea as he pulled you against his chest, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your slowly moved your feet to entangle them with his. “go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

and you drifted off to sleep with his fingers in your hair and his arms wrapped around you. your heart hoping that tomorrow, after years, you would finally have your best friend back.

once again, you were wrong.

when your eyes finally opened the next morning, choi seungcheol was gone and all you had left was your lonely heart

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mochiimac · 2 years

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About Love 1

My head gets messy when I try to hide

The things I love about you in mind

Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x Fem!Reader

Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 'surprises' he left you as well. And come to think of it... was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Genre: Hybrid!AU

Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements) : Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Violence, Dom/Sub, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma

Rating: M 18+

WC: ~7k

Tag List: OPEN- DM ONLY <3

Notes: Here is chapter 1! I’m so excited that people enjoyed the prologue, makes my heart happy(: I wonder who’s waiting for you in the house... Hmmm...

Prologue | Next>>

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“It’s so early... not even the sun is awake... why do I hate myself...” A sob threatened to spill past your lips as you numbly walked outside. The cold air was bullying you into tears as it stung your face and hands.

6 am. 6 am. Who was even up this early, especially on a cold day like this-

Oh yes. That would be you.

The city streets were painted in gold from the streetlights and the remaining leaves that were still clinging on for dear life, ignoring the snow that sprinkled the ground with all their might. It was as though the city had been tucked under a large white blanket overnight, a blanket made of glistening diamonds that reflected the warm lights from all around. Truth be told it was beautiful to look at… just not when you have to be awake and freezing. While some would find this scene breathtakingly beautiful you, on the other hand, craved a flamethrower to tear it all down and seek vengeance for your poor skin.

Just goes to show how important proper sleep and caffeine are to begin the day. It could make the difference between waking up with a smile or beginning your villain arc.

Your whole apartment was packed and loaded into the new large SUV, a surprise that came last week with Jackson. You knew you had obtained Takoda’s vehicle but it was surprising that it was brand new and could hold up to 8 individuals. Takoda lived alone with no marriages nor children… So why the large vehicle? Why purchase this large car along with the house? You didn’t miss the confusion on Jackson’s face when he handed you the keys, a hushed comment of ‘When did he even buy this?’ didn’t go past you. It only added to the suspicion of your uncle’s death.

What was Takoda planning?

Unfortunately the city left you with dead ends: the Spades family was a family full of successful lawyers, all ranging from medical to even real estate. They were the Eevees of lawyers, your family: one Spades for every type. The family slogan? ‘ Always have an ace of Spades up your sleeve!’ Every time you heard it your teeth would grind together, because for them it wasn’t about the person they were representing. No, never about their clients. It was about the money. And so trying to worm your way around and see what truly happened and what the other morticians wrote was impossible. Their loyalty (and mainly wallets) would be with your father. Rowan Spades. You were going to keep pushing however a small and short voicemail had you stopping dead in your tracks.

“Hi sweetie! Just checking in, Officer Lee mentioned you’ve been asking about your uncle’s case, and… oh hon, I know this mourning process is hard. Reach out if you need to talk! Be careful out there… snow and all!”

Lei Spades, the one person who, despite being shunned, still tried to help you. Perhaps it was because she was your mother. Or maybe she simply didn’t want Rowan to get upset. She had met Rowan when she was young and naive, hell, she was still naive at times. At least you hoped she was. It would be worse for her to know how corrupt your father was and simply turn a blind eye because the money was just too good. But she had saved you a few times in the past from your fathers wrath. This being one of them. She would never call unless she had to. And the number was unknown, not her personal phone. A quick warning for her daughter to back away. And if Lei was the one giving the warning then you knew it was best to keep low… for now. But you did have one more place to look into…

The large home that you had yet to step into. The mysterious building that your new ‘assistant’ was hushed about. Any questions asked were either ignored or cut off with him changing the subject. The one that Jackson was supposed to drive you to later that day. You didn’t miss the urgency in his voice the previous week, the way his eyes were looking deep into your own. The moment was implanted in your mind, the goosebumps could still be felt...

“We will leave Friday at noon. Agreed?” He stood at your door, hands in his pocket as his eyes bore into you. The deep brown that was usually cool seemed to be ignited with a fire of sorts at the topic of the house. You noticed this each time you tried to ask questions or pry; the man was a vault and seemed uneasy.

Unfortunately that only ignited your own flame.

You managed to laugh a little, eyebrow raised. A small test to see how he would react... “Uh, sure? I mean if I’m already up I can always head on out early and meet you-” Your words were cut off as you jumped back when Jackson stepped closer. He crowded your space, face inches from your own as his hand grasped your shoulders. You tried to step back but your heel collided with a wall. His fingers gripped your shirt, however it wasn’t painful. The fire that was in his eyes had increased tenfold and you actually felt a small shiver of fear slide down your spine.

“Together. At. Noon.” His words were cool and flat, but you could hear the underlying tone. He was stressed about something. And while every alarm was going off in your head you managed to school your face, putting on a mask of frozen shock instead.

“N-noon… o-okay.” You managed to sound meek, the act working as Jackson gave you a small smile, hands squeezing your shoulders as he stepped back.

“Not a minute early nor late.” His eyes seemed to have cooled down at your words. His flickered up and down your body, something you noticed he did before leaving each visit. “Stay safe, Heiress.”

As soon as the door closed you leaned against the wall, sliding down while taking deep breaths. He failed the test, he was hiding something and you were going to figure it out. If he can keep secrets then so could you.

After that little show you had whipped out your phone and were quick to contact the Sanity Squad, the video call was between you and your three best friends. And they were in agreement: Jackson was hiding something and whatever it was, it was in the house. Of course the first topic was if you should all go together since the whole situation was bizarre.

Theories of him killing you were out the window seeing that he had nothing to gain and too many opportunities to do so. Oh, and Jessi proclaimed he was ‘too hot’ to be a serial killer. The next theory seemed more plausible: he knew some information on Takoda’s death and wanted to make sure you didn’t find any clues. But Jackson had a key to the house so again, that was a dead end. He could easily hide the evidence or destroy it.

Hours later, and a warning from your phone that the battery was going to die, you announced you would simply beat him there and see for yourself. It was your stance and no one could change your mind.

So here you are on this fine Friday morning, beating the sassy assistant by several hours, and hopping into a brand new vehicle. It was sleek and black, the interior dark with faux leather seats. A large touchpad illuminated the space and you were thankful it was able to self-drive. Although these types of cars are common many prefer the old fashioned way of driving and just doing it themselves. But with this tank? You preferred to let it do the work while you kicked back and watched.

You keyed in your first stop in the car’s GPS, feeling it slowly ease away from the building you had lived in for years. It was odd, knowing that you would never be back but at the same time it was a relief to be going to a place that had room to breathe. And no noisy neighbors to keep you up till the wee hours of the morning. Now that you would not miss, not one bit. But you would miss the cozy feel of the small space. It was bittersweet to see it fade behind you.

Ten minutes later and you were parked outside the small coffee shop, I Need Brew, a place you would frequent with your friends. It was hybrid friendly and a great place for many hybrids to begin working, gaining skills for later careers. Or some chose to stay and continue working for the beloved company. It was run by Bang Chan with his fox hybrid Felix being a manager; you knew the two well after frequenting the quaint shop. The fox adored your visits and would often slip you free goodies when Chan wasn’t looking.

Slipping inside you were greeted with warmth and the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. The interior was designed to make everyone feel at ease and cozy, soft music playing in the background to help the customers gradually wake up without giving them a headache.

“Y/n? At this hour?”

You looked around, knowing the voice but not knowing where it came from, but then Felix peaked his head around the corner from the back. bright orange hair held specks of flour with his orange ears shooting up. His voice was light and somewhat shocked, but still held the adoration he had for you. In return you smiled and stepped further inside.

“I knew I smelt something sweet walking in,” His face broke into a wide smile.

You smiled back, walking towards the counter. “Yeah it’s a bit early for me… I’ve actually come to meet up with the group.”

��Again, at this hour? Do you know what time it is-?” A buzzing noise had the fox looking over his shoulder. “Go sit, I’ll grab you your favorites and be out in a minute.” He disappeared around back as you moved further into the shop, eyes already set on your usual table.

The past few years your group and yourself had always sat at the table located on the furthest wall, right by the counter and where the employees would mingle when waiting for customers. It was how you befriended so many of the employees, all of whom knew your favorite beverages and treats by heart. As you sat you heard the front door’s bell jingle as a blonde walked in, heading straight for your table.

“I’m surprised you actually woke up,” You grinned as Jessi sat in the chair across from you, snow flurries clinging to her winter coat. “You usually sleep through all your alarms.”

“And miss my best friend leaving to head to the woods alone? Not a chance,” Jessi gave you a grin but you could see the worry in it, leaning closer she asked, “Are you sure we can’t come along? What if something bad happens-?”

“Nothing bad is going to happen.” You waved her off, actually believing yourself. Despite the odd circumstances your instincts were letting you know that this wasn’t dangerous at all. It was more… interesting. “Besides we have that locator app, right? One click and you all know something is wrong and the police will be rushing to save me.” You could still see the doubt in her eyes as she listened.

“I think it’d be best to take one of us with you today… just for safety reasons.” Her arms crossed over her chest, leaning back and watching you. “Especially with all that is going on.”

You opened your mouth to protest once more however the familiar jingle of the bell alerted everyone of more customers. You could hear them before you could see them; quick footsteps headed towards you before arms encased your shoulders, a face buried in your neck as a soft vibration pressed against your back. Something soft and warm wrapped around your waist, tightening a fraction as a giggle reached your ears.

“Wooyoung, how do you have so much energy this morning?”

You glanced up to see Hongjoong taking a seat next to Jessi, the man looking exhausted with his iconic split black and white hair disheveled in a disastrous way. His eyes were dead set on his hybrid Wooyoung who had wrapped himself around you, acting more snake than black panther. You could feel the cat’s purring increase, knowing those vibrant green eyes were focused on Hongjoong.

“Simple,” He nuzzled closer to you, feeling a grin on his face. “I have my Y/n here.”

You remember when Hongjoong first adopted Wooyoung, how the black panther quite literally tackled you and complimented on how nice you smelt and was overjoyed to know that you were best friends with his owner. In his eyes that meant you were part of the ‘extended pack’, along with Jessi, and got to be scented just as much as Hongjoong was. Which he ensured you both were drenched in his scent, looking quite proud of himself each time.

Reaching up you gently rubbed his head, scratching behind his ear just as he liked. You could feel how anxious he was, knowing you would be leaving, heading further away. It was an hour drive to get to the new home and his instincts weren’t liking having part of his pack be so far away.

“You can still sell it and live with us,” Wooyoung mumbled into your neck, his breath tickling a bit. “Hyung wouldn’t mind.”

“Aw, Woo, I won’t be so far away. Plus you can call whenever you want.” You received a pitiful whine from the male as he slowly let go of you, heading over to Jessi to scent her. It was hard to miss the droop of his ears, his last attempt at keeping you in the city gone. Although it tugged your heartstrings and almost made you want to change your mind, one look at Hongjoong and you knew he would be okay; the other male was smiling and shaking his head at the cat.

“I know I said a minute but everyone else showed up. And these just came out fresh from the oven!” Felix was quick to hand out four mugs and a plate of mini muffins with different flavors. Stepping back his eyes landed on you with a raised eyebrow. “So, you’re going to your new home alone in the woods? I’m sure Chan can go with you if you need someone…” His voice trailed off, his tail flicking along with Wooyoung’s. Seemed like he didn’t like the idea either, his animal instincts wary of your decisions. You were thankful you weren’t part of their intimate packs- you wouldn’t even get your foot out the door. Let alone be able to grab the doorknob.

“It’s quite alright, it’s a new home I inherited.” You once again waved off the help. “Nothing wrong with it.” The fox nodded at your words, tail flicking once again to show his displeasure.

“But if anything happens you have people here, okay? Don’t be afraid to ask us for help.” With a boop to your nose he went back to baking while the four of you settled with small talk for a brief moment. Ignoring the world outside while you had the time and just living in the moment.

Truth be told you had no idea how long it would before you got to see them once more. Pushing those thoughts aside you sipped your cup, smiling as Wooyoung took a seat next to you while Hongjoong and Jessi argued over a movie that just came out. As they argued Wooyoung shoved a gift bag in your lap, grinning over at you.

“Woo got you a gift, well, he helped make it.” Hongjoong dropped the argument quickly when he heard the the bag being opened. You opened the gift and pulled out a beautiful red scarf. “The python hybrid next door, San? He taught Wooyoung how to knit.” Hongjoong beamed at Wooyoung with pride while the panther watched you, waiting to see your reaction.

There was a tremble in your lips as you pulled the incredibly soft scarf out. “Woo…” Tears threatened to fall as you turned to the panther. you felt his tail wrap back around you, pulling you into his chest as his purrs started once again.

“It’s made with love from us!” He smiled. “That way we’re never too far away… don’t cry, Y/n!”

It was too late as a few tears fell, feeling Wooyoung pull you back into a hug that soon the others joined in with. “I have the best friends in the whole world.”

“Damn straight you do.” Jessi reached over, grabbing your hand with a grin.

“We love you too, Y/n.” Hongjoong placed his hand on top of Jessi’s, a soft smile on his face.

“You can still live with us- ” Wooyoung’s quick words were cut off with a whine when Hongjoong lightly wacked his arm. Pulling you closer to him, the panther let out the weakest growl you had ever heard. “In case she forgot, hyung not the ears!” You laughed as the growls turned into whines.

Little moments like this made it even harder to say goodbye.

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It felt as though you were now living in a snow globe. Tall pines loomed all around, the roads were covered with inches of snow, all while snow flurries floated all around. The sun may have been hidden behind the clouds but the snow offered enough light to make up for it: everywhere you looked you had to squint from the jarring white canvas. You could feel the SUV cruise cautiously through the piles of snow and up the hills that were hidden from your eyes.

“GPS you better be taking me to the right place…” You mumbled, eyes straying warily to the trees that surrounded you. It felt as though you were encased in a sea of deep green and white; it never seemed to end no matter how far ahead you tried to look.

The estimated time of arrival said five minutes but you wanted to call bullshit on that. The tree’s were so dense, so dark, surely a home couldn’t be located here? Who even built this place? Crossing your arms you watched as the car slowly cruised forward, itching to get out and investigate the home in person. As well as text Jackson that you had left about seven that morning… though you were more happy to wait to send that message. More alone time for you to sneak around the place and it kept Jackson from scolding you a little longer.

“You have arrived!”

Your mouth opened, ready to yell ‘Liar!’ but it quickly closed when the car slowly took a turn and hidden was a house. Truth be told anyone could drive right by and miss it, the driveway being extremely narrow.

The home was snuggled amongst the tall pines, large and yet seemed to almost blend in with it’s surroundings and standout all at the same time. The house held a warmth and coziness to it and reminded you of the feeling of going back home after spending a long time away. It sat in a large clearing of the trees, and in the distance you could make out mountains that peaked to the sky. The early morning rays were just coming up, casting an ethereal glow all around. It was beautiful and you were frozen in your seat, watching the sun’s rays gently light up the clearing. A calling urged you to go inside, your heart was fluttering at the sight of it-

“You have arrived!”

The moment was ruined with the car clearly wanting you to get out now. Grumbling, you stepped out of the vehicle and snuggled further into the scarf Wooyoung gifted you. It was much colder out in the wilderness than in the city, the wind whipping around and nipping at your cheeks in a cruel way. Colder and quieter. You could hear your own deep breaths across the baron land of snow. You knew there was a peace to the quiet however being alone in a foreign place it was hard to find it anything short of eerie. The hairs on your arms were rising as you took a deep breath, quietly closing the car door to not disrupt the stillness around you.

The house lured you in with every step, your heartbeat quickening as the key was gripped between your fingers. Any normal person would be afraid, hell even terrified, if they were in your shoes. A family member was found dead with zero investigation done, trying to gain some answers only had your mother warning you to back off, and lastly a house no one knew of was left to you. An hour away from the city your family basically owned.

However you felt anything but fear. There was curiosity for sure and a yearning for discovering what could be hidden within the walls of this building. What could have Takoda been up to with purchasing this place? It looked new too, no physical wear and tear on the outside from the weather. You wondered what he was hiding… And there was something else too, something deep in you that wanted to run in the building. A call from somewhere inside that had anticipation swimming in your veins.

The key slid in with a soft click! The door slowly opening while your eyes were wide and surveying your new home. You were awaiting darkness to greet you; a home that has been sat for too long and was full of cobwebs and dust from the lack of visitors. A cold and dark home was what you were mentally prepared for especially since Jackson was only dropping your boxes off and then quickly returning to his job. However you were shocked at what awaited you.

The foyer was large and spacious, the walls were painted a neutral color and the floors were solid wood. To your left and right were spacious rooms that were rather empty, save for a large sectional couch in one of them with an insanely large flat screen mounted to the wall. There were tall and large windows throughout, letting in the natural sunlight and giving an airy and soft feel to the overall place. Not far from the door was a large staircase with quite a few steps, and you spotted some of your boxes placed randomly along each step.

Your eyebrows knit together as you stepped closer, noticing the boxes were opened. Some even appeared to be missing items, spotting a box that was full of blankets now only containing a single blanket. A frown tugged on your lips, wondering what Jackson had been up to… he wasn’t stealing from you… was he?

You crept up the stairs, spotting more and more of your boxes placed randomly along the steps. Books had been looked through, some missing; blankets were taken out of the box, one box even being completely empty. Finally making it to the top you felt your stomach knot as you found some of your clothes scattered around the large landing. Thankfully it was just shirts and hoodies, nothing too personal, but it still made your blood freeze.

Jackson was the only one who had the other key… right? No one else should have been there… What if your father found out and sent someone to spy? No, no professional would make it look this terrible. What if this was a warning for you? To leave? Fear shot down your spine as you followed the scattered clothes towards a pair of French doors at the very end of the landing.

Almost like a trail.

Your legs felt like lead as you moved closer, steps silent as you crept along, throat dry as a million thoughts and scenarios ran through your mind. What if someone broke in and was needing a place to stay? What if they were dangerous, a criminal on the run? Or a dangerous hybrid? If the intruder were human you stood a small chance. But if they were a hybrid, a being designed to outperform humans in many ways... and if they were a predator... the very thought had your limbs locking up.

Despite the fear that shook you to your core, there was the feeling again: you needed to be there. Something important was waiting for you in that house. An instinct that pushed you to keep moving, a need that fought against the fear that dwelled in you. As if you found this certain thing, you’d be safe. You’d be fine.

Perhaps you have lost your mind.

Standing before the doors you took a moment to gather yourself, gain some courage, and then you had the doors flying open. Body tense as your eyes scanned the entire area, prepared to face the intruder head on-

No one was inside. But what you saw had you shaking.

Your lips turned downwards at the sight before you, hand gripping the door to try to keep grounded. The room was large, a master bedroom that was fit for a family really. Like the rest of the home it was rather empty with the exception of the large bed, an Alaskan king, and your brain was fried trying to process why a bed that large was there and why all your belongings were all over the bed. You felt a chill roll down your spine as you stepped into the room carefully, mentally waiting for someone to jump out and attack you.

But again that other feeling, the part of you that you called insane, felt secure as well. Something about being in that room had you feeling at ease as well as afraid all at the same time. You felt nauseated with the mixed feelings swirling in your head.

All the blankets, clothes, and books that went missing were right there. A part of you wanted to grab your things and go through it all and see what was done to each item. But a larger part of you wanted to curl up in the warm blankets and hide away, ignore all the craziness that you were facing, and seize to exist. If only...

‘Come on, Y/n. Put on a brave face.’ You mentally scolded yourself for being weak; this was your home after all. Taking a deep breath you strolled into the bedroom with more confidence and was going to begin your investigation when the sound of a door closing echoed across the empty house.

‘Fuck the brave face.’ Your blood turned to ice, instincts taking over you flung yourself under the bed. You pressed your hand against your mouth, trying to calm your breathing as you waited and listened as well as you could. You closed your eyes, willing your ears to straining and hear anything. The silence was torture, not even footsteps could be heard. You wished you could at least hear where they were-

A low growl echoed against the walls of the staircase. An actual growl... an animal? You don’t recall leaving the door open, but perhaps you did when you noticed your belongings scattered about...

Did you accidentally let in a wild animal?

As you tried to decipher how the creature got in you heard heavy paws hitting the stairs, the growl low as it came closer and closer. Every step had your heart pounding in your chest and for a moment you wondered if you would die from a heart attack before being mauled by a beast. The thought died as soon as you realized that the paws had stopped somewhere near the landing.

Then, ever so slowly, you heard the paws approach the bedroom. The growl was coming closer and closer, your body nearly shaking as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. The paws stopped at the bedroom entrance, the growl lower, more of a rumble now as it continued forward. It got closer and closer, the air feeling heavier with each passing second. The rumbling was now right in front of you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you slowly opened your eyes.

A cloud of browns, blacks, blondes, and silvers invaded your vision at first. Fur that was so thick and long you felt an urge to reach out touch it, knowing it must have been so warm and soft. But you remained frozen as a pair of eyes, lilac- no... gold? You could have sworn they were lilac for a moment but now they were a brilliant gold, stared you down. Eternity could have passed and you wouldn’t have known, not while the canine was intensely watching your every breath. A moment of silence, a moment of stillness-

It lunged and you screamed, your throat immediately burning from the raw strength behind it. Faster than you thought possible you managed to leave your hiding spot just as the large beast arrived. Your feet were moving too fast for you to keep up, heart leaping up your throat as grunts and whines followed you. When you heard those heavy paws hitting the floor you cried out again, the staircase right there.

You believed you could easily dash down the stairs and into the car. You’d be safe there and maybe you could easily call for help. For a brief moment you wished you had waited for Jackson. At least you could trip the man and give yourself some extra time to escape... unless he did it first, which you knew he would.

However fate was a cruel mistress to you today; wet shoes slid against the wooden floor, propelling you face first down the steps. Your voice was stuck in your throat as you sharply inhaled and braced yourself for impact. You felt something solid, but it wasn’t wood. It was... warm and inviting...

Two arms snaked around you, pulling you closer and easily catching you from the fall. Your feet were dangling off the floor with your cheek pressed against something solid that held a low vibration. Whoever this was was strong enough to hold you carefully around the waist with ease and you stiffened as your realized you weren’t alone with just that canine anymore.

“Relax Beautiful,” The voice was right in your ear, a murmur to help ease you. The voice was soothing to hear and you obeyed immediately as if it were natural to trust a stranger like this. The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to break free and run. But there was another part of your brain, something instinctual, that wanted nothing more than to obey. That there was safety and comfort within these arms that would shield you from the whole world...

The voice let out a soft hum, pleased as you listened without a fuss. The arms were still tight as something soft traced your neck, the vibrations increasing before stopping all at once. “My, my, Beautiful. it’s no wonder he was upset, smelling the way you do.” Their tone became deeper, displeasure stirring just underneath the words. Something in you nearly whined- as if you couldn’t stand the thought of displeasing the stranger. Thankfully the logical side of your brain kicked into action.

You snapped out of the trance you were in and physically flailed yourself away. You could tell the stranger was surprised by your sudden outburst and used it to stumble back, feeling your heel collide with a step, causing you to fall and land on it with your butt. Your nearly fall had thrusted you forward, passing the first flight of stairs and nearly onto the midlevel landing. Which was where a new figure was now peering down at you.

A handsome man with beautiful features stood before you, bright blue eyes watching your every move with plump lips forming a soft smile. His hair was jet black and on top was a set of fuzzy black ears. Something swayed out of the corner of your eye and you saw a fluffy tail that had black fur with white underneath, the tip of the tail was also white. He wore dark denim jeans and a white tee, the letter’s DRF embroidered on the top left corner in crimson. A hybrid was in your new home-

A low growl was behind you and for a brief moment thought it was surely going to attack you now. But you were shocked to feel something cool against your head as another high pitch whine was right by your ear. It’s muzzle was nudging you, whining, trying to get you to move but you were too shocked to move a single muscle.

“Wh-who are you?” You wanted to sound demanding. You wanted to sound strong. But your voice cracked and hands slightly shook as your eyes remained focused on the hybrid in front of you.

He gave you another soft smile, lowering himself on the landing to meet your gaze properly. “My name is Seokjin, but please call me Jin. The wolfdog behind you is Jungkook. You, Beautiful, must be Y/n Spades.” His smile widened as you slowly nodded your head, your own eyes staring at him with mixed emotions. “Your uncle, Takoda Spades, left us a letter detailing that you were to inherit us if anything were to happen... this is correct, yes?”

“I... the will never mentioned hybrids...”

“For all of our protection, yes.”

A new voice. This one deeper than the last, all eyes snapping to the foot of the stairs. He was taller than Jin and seemed to hold more muscle as his white shirt (the same exact one Jin was wearing) had a tighter fit, muscles threatening to breakthrough. His hair was a light ash blonde, smoky and seeming more white/gray, with fluffy dark gray ears on top, pointed and standing alert. Your eyes met his and for a fraction of a second you could have sworn they were glowing lilac but it must have been the lighting, instead they were a warm amber that held a fire inside. A fire that invited you to get closer, to feel his warmth and embrace him. You were lost in that warmth, body leaning slightly forward without your knowledge.

Jin’s tail softly wagged at the sight of the male, bright eyes looking between the two of you. Your actions didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. “Y/n, this is Namjoon, our pack alpha-”

Swoosh!

A blur of movement ran passed the three of you in the matter of a second. The air hit your bare neck, your eyes wide as you realized the wolfdog, Jungkook, swiped your scarf and took off down the steps. There was shock for a brief moment before panic ensued- what if it was destroyed? The worry you emitted had Jin whining, stepping to you while Namjoon growled after the shifted hyrbid.

“Hey-!”

“Jungkook!”

You jumped up and ran past the two, much to their surprise, and ran down the stairs. You were ready to hunt the wolfdog down, get the scarf back and maybe even exile him to the woods for the night. He could freeze out there for the night, and then maybe he would appreciate the scarf a bit more-

“Oof-!”

You felt something solid and warm once again, this time face first. A hand locked on the back of your head, firmly and carefully, while another wrapped around your waist. Warm breath hit the top of your head, blowing a few strands gently, while you felt pressure rubbing your head.

“Please don’t be mad.” The voice was new one and you could hear the pout in it as well as the worry. It was heartbreakingly sad, could even make the world’s smallest violin sound mediocre in comparison. “It’s safe, it’s just in the wash. I couldn’t take it. Just his scent all over you and clinging to you like that-”

“Jungkook.”

Namjoon was right behind you, voice low with a displeased growl. In response Jungkook whined and clung to you, body locking to yours. His tone reminded you of a kid who got caught doing something bad. “Hyung, his scent is all over her! The scarf in the sink, I’ll wash it and have it dried by tomorrow!”

Scent? Wooyoung. It took a second but you realized he was on edge about Wooyoung’s scent, on your and the scarf. It was what Jin was talking about earlier, you smelling with another hybrids scent was making them uncomfortable. You tried to step back but Jungkook refused the space. Instead he held tighter, face buried in your hair, cheek rubbing against you in a rushed manner.

“Jungkook, I’m not mad.” Those magic words had the hybrid loosening his grip on you. It gave you an escape, putting some distance though his arm was still wrapped around your waist with his hand still in on the back of your head. Finger were softly twirling the strands.

He was just as handsome as Jin and Namjoon; hair was a chocoate brown that was kept longer than the others, his ears were triangular like the others and matched the beautiful shades of his fur when he was shifted, as well as his long and fluffy tail. His eyes were doe-like and gold, trained on you with emotions you didn’t understand. A smile broke out on his face, his teeth looking more bunny-like than wolf. The smile and eyes settled your earlier thoughts and put out the angry fire that he had stirred. The idea of putting him outside nearly made your heartbreak.

“You’re not mad? You don’t want me to leave?”

At his question your lips curved up slightly. “I’m not putting you in the doghouse Jungkook. I kind of understand why you did what you did.” His tail wagged, eyes brightening, and toned and bare chest rumbling-

Your cheeks turned red as you realized that Jungkook was lacking clothes. You were still being held close, so close you could feel the toned muscles flush against you, as well as something hard pressed right against your stomach-

“Jungkook. Clothes. Now.”

Namjoon was your saving grace, face so red you didn’t want to face them. But they didn’t need to see you to know how you were feeling. To put it lightly, Jungkook was more than pleased to be the one to have your scent become mouther watering and nearly impossible to ignore. You kept your gaze on his collar, refusing to look elsewhere.

“Yes sir,” You could hear his amusement as his warmth almost disappeared. Almost. “Wait for me in the living room, Honey.” His voice was right in your ear and something sharp nipped at your earlobe. You jumped and squeaked as you hybrid walked out of your view, chuckling at you.

You could feel the burn in your face, still refusing to move incase you got a whole view of the male. Not that a large part of you didn’t want to look, but damnit you were going to at least have some of your dignity.

“He’s gone now, Beautiful. You can turn around.” The tease in Jin’s voice brought a pout to your face as you looked at the other two hybrids. Seeing your flushed cheeks and lips stuttering out had them almost cooing. Jin smiled softly at you. “Jungkook’s very playful, though he doesn’t mean harm.” You wanted to snort because the man was obviously trying to give you a heart attack.

Namjoon stepped forward, a smile trying to form though he held it back. Trying to save you some face at least. In his hands were a few files with DRF stamped in large letters across each one and one envelope with Namjoon written across it. “Mr. Spades left a letter for us and lightly explained a few things.”

Your heart picked up as you wondered what was written to them. Perhaps there was something hidden inside that letter that you needed. What if they knew what happened to him? What if everything written inside the envelope and solved what happened to your late uncle?

“Let’s head to the living room, we’ll wait for Jungkook and then talk.” Jin offered, already taking your hand and leading you towards one of the large room. His thumb rubbed soft circles on the back of your hand as those bright blue eyes seemed worried. You could almost feel Namjoon’s own worry radiate from behind the two of you, and you couldn’t help but wonder...

What was in that letter?

While you were pondering what could have been written you failed to realize you had left your device in the car. The screen lit up once more, 7 missed calls from Sassy ASSistant and followed by one text:

Sassy ASSistant: Y/n Spades you are in serious trouble when I get there.

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silvvermst · 1 month

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BOY FRIEND

SYNOPSIS :: damn! Who knew you and that nerd were going to be best friends with benefits?

NOTE :: all characters are 18 above

TYPE :: fluff / smut

WARNING :: well, smut and feelings !!

It goes without saying that the two of you were inseparable since children. You've always been best friends, that is until you both attended middle school which had different cliques, once you're in that group they're the only ones who you'll be friends with. So, with that, your friendship with Warren faded, from frequent sleepovers to calling just once a week. Before it would be the two of you hanging out together in lunch, but now he's with his own friends and you're with yours.

You didn't expect to run into him in Blackwell Academy, you didn't even know he's a student there. It just sorta happened when you sat in Ms Grant's class and you saw him. Then, everything fell into place because the moment the two of you hung out after school, the nostalgia was there, you got to talk about everything that happened in your lives where he wasn't present. It was perfect!

So the very next day, no silly cliques, just another day where you didn't have to hold back from hanging out with him, and it looks like he feels the same. But your new friends at Blackwell still can't wrap their head in how you guys are friends.

“Seriously, why are you hanging out with that guy?” Dina asked, as she's busy painting her nails on your bed.

“He's a sweet guy, Dee. Plus, he's my childhood best friend.”You answered while jotting down notes on your paper for homework, “And don't you dare spill nail polish on my bed!”

So there it is, you guys had a platonic history. That sums it up, but then how come his stolen glances for you somehow tells something else. Pity you haven't caught up to yet. Until he couldn't help himself and he had to make you realize it or he's going to go crazy.

You guys didn't even get to process what the fuck you were doing, it was just one late night where you were both stuck at a party thrown by the Vortex Club, both drunk from red solo cups. Somehow the both of you ended up in the same room, everything was blurry, but the moment he said how beautiful your eyes were ever since back then, your hands were all over him as your lips drunkenly stole his. Then his hands started roaming your body once he got comfortable, and turned the tables around as he took the lead further. No matter how drunk he was, he couldn't even dare to hurt you, everything he did that night was soft and gentle. Even though that night was a blur, you can't forget the feelings that emerged from just, that, one time.

Then, a week has passed both of you had decided not to ignore each other, just over a mistake. This mistake can't be the only reason that you guys should stop being friends, again. Yeah, just a mistake. But can you really when you have already felt his touch? So, what did you do? You convinced him to think it through

You both promised it would be the last, spouting nonsense about how it was just a spur of the moment, a mistake. Yeah, fuck that. Because after just two days, the both of you didn’t get to stop yourselves from making out in his dorm, when you promised it would just be a study session. Who knew it would turn into a makeout session?

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, his voice fills with turmoil, but his lips didn’t stop an inch from exploring your neck, nipping every part of you, desperate to at least leave a mark on you if this will be the last time.

You couldn’t even think straight by how much attention he’s giving you, every time you feel his touch, you burn for him that’s slowly turning into an obsession. You’re sure you will be needing this everyday. His hand slowly snaked towards your waist, pulling you closer to him making you straddle his legs as both of you sink in his bed.

“I want this as much as you, Warren.” Your hands run through his hair, loving the feeling of how soft it is under your hands, in turn his hands trapped you in place his hold firmly settles on your hips while his left is at the back of your head, urging you closer to his lips and you obliged.

This time the kiss you both shared was much harsher than earlier, your passion and desire mixing with his lust and yearning. It didn’t take long when you impatiently removed his shirt, as he unbuttons yours, and the moment the piece of fabric wouldn’t come off he took an exasperated sigh, and you chuckled at his actions.

“Don’t you have any patience, Dr. Graham?” Laughing lightly, when his cheeks turned red by the way you were saying that silly nickname has got him all worked out, and it was evident as you felt him squirm under you. Your hands softly trace his chest down to his belly button until you reach the hem of his pants, you can feel him shudder and how his hold on your body seems to tighten.

“Please.” He quietly moaned, using every self-control to stop himself from tackling you and pinning you down by how you tease him. His hands moved to your face, caressing your cheeks. Even now, he’s still so sweet towards you. How can you not fall for him?

You gave him what he was needing, unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants, he can’t stop himself from moaning your name. You didn’t even realize when the world flipped upside down, because you were now laying your back on his bed and he’s on top of you.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” He whined, placing soft kisses on your ear as if it’s his way of apologizing, you smiled to yourself and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

“It’s ok, let’s do whatever you want tonight.” It was the last words you uttered before he pinned your arms to the sides of your head. Those eyes, again, you’ve seen it before when you caught him staring at you. Something dark and depraved, but that only spurred further on when he took off your top, kissing every inch of your body to your chest making sure to hear those lovely moans of yours. He releases your wrist, but he still holds you down pressing your hips on his bed, as he goes down on you.

You immediately covered your mouth from moans escaping past your lips, afraid of getting too loud and getting caught. Your other hand traveled to his hair, pressing him further on you. The pleasure was too much, but you need more. Everything he does was mixed with hunger and gentleness, like a starving man who finally found an oasis yet he’s careful with every part of you.

Quiet moans and pants filled his room, as your hand tries its best to keep you from getting louder and louder. Yet the moment you reached your climax was when he stopped, that you didn't notice you lett out a needy whine.

He smiled at you, wiping his mouth with his hand before reaching from his night stand and pulling out a condom.

“Warren…” You called out to him, your heart beat getting faster with every second.

He closed the gap between the two of you, resting his forehead against yours, “Are you really okay with this? We can just cuddle for the night.”

You immediately shake your head, “I want to do this with you, please. I’m okay, really. This is your second time asking me that.”

“I just don’t want you to regret it or make you feel uncomfortable. You know me, it takes me a bonk in the head to realize I’m overstepping. And honestly, I don’t want you to get hurt.” he whispered the last sentence before kissing your forehead.

God, it almost feels like the two of you were lovers at this point.

“I won’t get hurt because it's you. Unless, you're having second thoughts?” You asked gingerly, afraid if he realized that this isn't worth it. That you weren't worth it.

“No! I love this, the two of us. You're so gorgeous and sweet, I can't even begin how hot you are right now.” His rambling caused you to smile sweetly while a blush spread all over your face.

“Just shut up and kiss me, you dork.” You whispered before he kissed your lips, tasting your mouth then pulling down his pants and putting on the condom he got earlier.

“Warren!” You whined out his name, earning a grunt from his as he pushed further in you.

Your hands were on his shoulders, while his was at your back to support you up. It was that moment when you felt every thing crumble and was replaced with pleasure, feeling every part of him on your body. His hand runs up to your mouth to cover it, stopping you from moaning his name louder, he wants to be the only one to hear you like this. Hell, he wants to be the only one who does these things to you.

Every thing around you suddenly becomes blurry and his face was all you see, pants and moans coming out from his mouth, while the sweat on his brow glistens from the moon light. He looks so ethereal. You couldn't help but kiss him again, and he kissed you back much hungrier than the last. Then, everything falls apart both of you reaching your climax and coming down from the high.

“Look like a Goddess.” He mumbles, but it went pass your ears and instead kisses your earlobes, touching every corner and curves of your body wanting nothing more to wake up and see marks and bruises proving that this night wasn't just a fantasy that has been swirling on his mind ever since he saw you again.

Both of your exhausted bodies lay softly skin to skin on his bed, while he cleans you up and offers you a clean shirt, his cologne and the detergent he uses mixing together that lulls you to sleep. His hand reached for the covers and pulls you closer to him. You didn't say anything afraid to ruin the moment, while all he did was brush your hair with his fingers.

"Will this be a frequent fling?" He asks, you can't find any emotion on his voice. It was as if everything was casual to him. Yet his words and the tone of his voice, almost sunk your heart.

"Fling?"

He nods, “Why? You, do you want this to be something real?” He immediately questioned you, this time with startle and a bewildered expression. You instantly looked away from his eyes, afraid he'll see how tears gleamed in your eyes.

“No.. I'm okay with just a fling.” You said, burying you face in his neck to avoid his searching eyes.

“Oh.. sure, but we'll still be friends, right?” He asked nervously. So that's how it is, his friendship with you was much more important than starting a relationship.

“Yeah, always.” You mumbled, as you hugged him closer. This is enough, as long as you get to hold him. But for you, he's worth so much more that you'd settle with this friendship.

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year

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You say you’re open to ideas. Well there’s a daydream I have and I’d really like your interpretation of if.

Somehow a lone Yautja ship and a modern day airplane collide as the Yautja ship is flying low in earth’s atmosphere. There is only only survivor and they wash up on a small island. As the survivor makes fire and shelter and fishes for themself the Yautja watches them silently from the trees. Eventually the survivor realizes there is another survivor (or so they think) and begins to leave fish out for them and clean water. Eventually the survivor realizes that whatever is out there isn’t human but they continue to take the food and water. The survivor names them Prizrak aka “ghost” in Russian. After running into and subsequently killing a leopard with great difficulty Ghost begins to see the survivor as more than just s fragile human…

I have the whole story mapped in my head but do with that what you like.

Collision

Pairing: Yautja x Reader

Word Count: 4460

Summary: You had no recollection of what had occurred. All you saw the night sky and twinkling stars peering down at you. Questions popped inside of your head but a headache rose to stop you. Why did everything hurt? Cuts and bruises. You were on the forest's ground. In some place. You had no clue where. Cold. A bitter cold nipped at your exposed sky. You shivered and sat there. Where were you?

Author Note: I really like this idea! You should write out, wink-wonk. If you do, let me know. I would love to read it! Hope you enjoy. This is heavily focused on the reader. I went with be more horror style, kind of. This reminded me of my story 'In Alone, Out Together.' With this one, I feel like its more of a rough draft than anything. I didn't like fixing any issues or rewriting parts.

Masterlist

Ao3

Falling. Falling. Your body thrashed roughly, eyes peeling open. For a few moments, the molasses in your brain didn’t allow anything to be processed. Where? Huh? What? Then, it felt like your soul was slammed back into your body.

Pain exploded from every nerve in your body. It left you to pathetically writhe around. Leaves crunched underneath you. Sticks and rocks dug into your sensitive skin. It shocked you enough to sit up. Nausea washed over you. The former food churning inside of your stomach almost painted the ground. But, you held strong and swallowed down the extra spit that pooled in your mouth.

For a moment, you went to shake your head. When the pain doubled the second you did, you gasped. It tore at your dry throat and made you start to hack up a lung. Once you were able to get that under control, you start to take in the surrounding area. Puzzlement growing over your dirty features.

A forest. A chilly forest. It had to be below fifty degrees currently. Large patches of goosebumps covered parts of your body. You trembled, despite the pain that shocked you at the action. What happened? Why were you in the forest? What’s the last thing you remembered?

Shit. What was the last thing you remembered? Your brain raked through memories, going through the cold honey in your mind. People. Lots of people. Were you going somewhere? Why had you been around a lot of people? Traveling. You had a bag. A suitcase. You were travelling somewhere with a lot of people.

Where to? And what were you traveling in to end up in the middle of a chilly forest? With daylight that looked to be ending soon. Double shit. If it was already cold… you probably won’t survive the night with the type of clothes you were wearing. The winter weather would sap up your heat and kill you slowly over the course of the night. Not fun.

If there were lots of people, where had they gone? Plane! You were traveling on a plane, somewhere. But it was a commercial flight so that’s why there had been others. You had to go find them. More the marrier. And it meant a higher chance of survival. Someone had to know more about surviving out in the wild than yourself. Those documentaries are going to come in handy just about now.

Yourself. Your eyes narrowed down onto the limbs stretched out in front of you. Cuts, bruises. Nothing was broken. Possibly fractured but you didn’t have a way to know just yet. Your jeans had blood stains on them. Not an alarming amount though, thankfully. Just enough to make you groan.

Next, your hands skirted over part of your torso, feeling up your arms and up to your face. About the same. Just cuts and bruises. Nothing was broken. Relief flooded your aching body. You placed your hands at either side of your body before pushing up.

Alarms went off inside of your mind at attempt. They screamed to stop. But you couldn’t just lie there until rescue. If you were truly stuck out here for the time being, you had to find other people. You could be the first person to wake. And you didn’t know what these forests contained. Either prey or predator. You weren’t going to wait around to find out. Instead, you make it to your feet.

Your vision swam with the forest of typhoon smacking around inside of your head. It left you feeling unbalanced like a newborn foal. Your legs trembled with the newly added weight. Everything hurt. Down to the atoms that made up your body. But, now you had a mission to carry out.

Afternoon soon became dusk. Then, that turned into night. And the night sprung to life with noises. Stars shone above you. The moon with half of its energy, light up your path. It aided you some as you trekked slowly through the dark forest. A chilling cold biting at your heels. The only thing that kept you upright, kept you pushing forwards.

To make it a hundred yards in a short span of time was horrible. You made the estimate once you found a piece of white metal laying on the forest floor. This had to be part of the plane you once rode. That would mean you were getting closer to where you needed to be.

Not long after that discovery, you found more debris, more signs of the aircraft. As you limped along, a question came to form inside of your mind. What had caused the crash? Planes just don’t fall out of the sky willy-nilly. When you try to think of the plane ride, a blinding pain stopped you. Okay, thinking wasn’t a good. Your hand touched to your forehead. A shiver raked through your body. It’s getting too cold for your liking.

Further along, you found the wing and engine still attached and cringed. Not much of the side of planed was with it, so you continued.

Through the trees that were mowed down from the leftovers from the plane, you could see an empty vast area. Due to the fact it was dark, it was hard to make out what it was. The fact you could see the glimmering stars reach the horizon, down below the tops of the trees surrounding you. You hadn’t found much besides more metal and a couple of small fires. It was a head scratcher. That didn’t stop you from marching through the forest.

At the edge of your hearing, you picked up on the crashing of waves. Water. It hit you then how thirsty you were. Your mouth was bone dry and filled with cotton. Crap. There was nothing you had to boil the water with and clean it. You didn’t want your first night to be spent puking up your guts until rescue. But, when you find the rest of the plane, maybe there was something you could use.

With a newfound hope, you hobbled quicker towards the sound. The only thing on your brain was water. Sweet, cold, refreshing wa…

You stumbled past the threshold of the trees and found yourself staring. It wasn’t a meadow or plains that allowed to see the trees at the horizon. Water. A vast body of water as far as the eye could see in the darkness of night. Dread. A horrible dread filled your senses and left you frozen in the cold.

An ocean. Waves lapped the at the shore less than fifteen feet away from you. The noise was soothing, like it wanted to lull you to sleep. Yet, you couldn’t but stare and stare and stare.

Where was the plane? The horrible realization struck your heart deep, making it stutter in its bony cage. No. No! If… if the main part of the plane was in the water… that would mean you were alone. All by yourself. Stuck. Thirsty, hungry, and hurt. And you couldn’t even drink the water in front of you. That was an ocean before you – wherever you are. It couldn’t be used for your benefit. Not right now at least.

From your knowledge and what stuck from high school science class, you could boil saltwater. Then collect the condensation and it should be safe enough to drink. Any water that wasn’t clean needs to be boiled, for the most part. Some water is far too contaminated.

Hope. Even if it’s just a little bit. There was a little more chance of survival added to your planet now. Maybe if you retrace your steps, you might be able to find something of use. Anything with a bowl shape to it to hold water. Then, use another sheet of metal to catch the condensation. You might actually survive longer than three days out here.

One problem was solved with an idea. There was still the slightly pressing matter of food. That was important as well. First off: water. You turned yourself back around started to retrace your steps back towards the other part of debris that had fallen off in the crash.

The moon was close to the horizon once more. At this point in the night, you’ve found enough metal pieces in the right shapes to create a salt distillery. Thankfully, the fires that the crash had created hadn’t gone out. You used those to your advantage and transferred it to a patch of foliage you had formed together. A small fire flickered to life, eating away at the fuel given to it.

Due to the many trees that had been mowed down, you were able to find plenty of sticks, big ones as well to create a fire and the salt distillery. You stood back to admire the work with your hands on your hips. A bright smile gracing your dirty, moist face.

An uneasy feeling began to crawl up the length of your spine the longer you stood there. The once proud position you stood in was dropped as your head swiveled around. Through the darkness and light flickering on the trees around you, you had found nothing to quell your anxiety. Something was watching with a predator gaze.

And you had no weapon to defend yourself.

If you were going to hunt, you needed a weapon of sorts. Plus, you didn’t know what was out here with you. Your whole body trembled at the realization, not the due to cold. Like prey, your eyes flickered all over the place. Yet, you found nothing of concern.

You couldn’t tell if that terrified you more or offer relief. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, stuck in a forest by yourself, or thirst and hunger catching up. To be honest, it was a possible for all of those to be the problem. So many things happening all at once. The human body could only take so much before it starts to crumble.

It hasn’t even been a day! How could you be this weak? You groaned and tilted your head up towards the sky. Stars greeted you, twinkling high above. Maybe if you slept… just for a little bit. Let your distillery do its job. Then once you wake, you’ll have water to drink. Sounds like a plan.

The ground didn’t offer much in comfort. Stick and pine needles dug into the feeble skin of your side. There wasn’t much you could do in this situation. The plane was gone, straight into the drink. All those people… dead. Yet, here you are. Somehow alive and mostly uninjured. If only that luck could carry you out of here and back home.

Before your mind could drag into the depths of uncertainty, you threw extra wood on the fire and settled back down. Warmth fell over you like a blanket. It swaddled you with solace and helped draw you to sleep.

Early morning, the birds sung high above you. What they were saying, you had no clue. You sat posed with a handmade spear in hand. It had been created with metal from the plane, a sturdy stick, and strong, long leaves from a plant. Though the weapon looked dinky, it had proven to work well with the pressure you put it through.

After creating the spear, you had to test it out before going out. There was no sure way of knowing what was out here with you. No phone to find out exactly where you had crashed. Same with no way of calling for help. With all of those unknowns, you didn’t want to take the chance without a weapon that didn’t have durability.

Throughout the tests, the weapon had help up with little give. That made you damn proud for the first time doing this. The fiber/plant part made you fret though. It’s the weak link in the design. Unfortunately, you didn’t have anything to trade it out with. The cold was still biting at you in the middle of the day. You couldn’t use your clothes, despite them being stronger than the leaves. While you’re out, in search for food, you’ll keep an eye out on for something better.

A mile or so from your camp, you had hobbled up the shoreline. Fish would be easiest to hunt for in your opinion, compared to everything else. If there’s rabbits’ out there, they would be far too difficult to kill. Same with deer. All of the prey out here was too quick for you. And over your dead body if you had to bugs or an unknown plant. For all you know was if could a poisonous berry and you die. What a way to go. At least you knew meat was safe, if you cooked it properly. Something was better than nothing, you guess.

Trekking all that way proved worthy after almost twenty minutes. You found yourself with a river running into the ocean. Perfect. Even if you don’t find fish. Crabs, lobsters, or even crawdads will do just fine. You have enough metal to form a pot to boil them. Anything for food to fill your growling stomach.

To help ensure you don’t get lost while away from your camp of operations, you stated with the river. You hiked away from the shore and kept the rushing water to your right. Then, when you head back to camp, you can have it on your left. The last thing you wanted was to get mixed up on your direction.

If you were to get lost, you were more than sure you would die. With nothing to make a salt distillery or something to boil this water, death could surely come to you.

The sun rose high above you, beating down on your moving form. With all of your movement and the heat from the sun, you were staying pleasantly warm. As much as you wanted to fall into the comfort, you kept your head on a swivel. You were away from the safety of your camp, with only a spear, and in an unknown place. And whatever that was last night. What would you do if it came back…?

Truly, you won’t be able to do anything. A bear or wolf could easily tear you apart. All you could hope was the fact they won’t like the taste of human. To be brutely honest, at the point they realize human blood wasn’t good, you would be bleeding out to your death. You shivered, not due to the cold.

Some more time past before you reached an area you decided to stop at. Even though the rock was bitterly cold, you sat onto of a large boulder and gaze down at the water. With the light sky, it was difficult to see past the reflection staring back at you. Yet, you still saw movement and smiled. Perfect. Food.

The river wasn’t wide, more like a creek that ran through the forest. It looked to be four feet deep, worrying in this kind of weather. Yet, you knew you couldn’t just throw your spear in. You didn’t have bait, let alone a fishing pole and hook to fish for them. The best you could do was possibly herd them towards a swallow area of the creek. Your spear would come in handy then.

And that’s what you did until the sun was close to touching the horizon. The heat it produced falling away from your wet, shivering body. It was time to retreat and leave. You shivered, goosebumps running along your skin. That didn’t stop you from bending over and scooping up the three fish you were to get. By the looks of it, they were all trout. A type of fish you hated due to the amount of bones they have. But, you would have to suffice with the catch. Anything to feed yourself.

As you took a step towards the shoreline of the ocean, creaking bark startled you. Your eyes snapped into the direction, scanning over something out of line. Anything that could alert you to a predator. Yet, there was nothing in your line of sight. You continued the march home but kept an ear open in that general direction. If something was hunting you, you didn’t want to stay around and find out. On that same hand, you didn’t want to be completely oblivious to whatever created that noise. Something, big or small, prey or predator, was out there. And you didn’t want to find out what it was.

Your steps weren’t light or careful or mindful of where they fell. Sticks and pine needles cracked underneath you. You didn’t know how to be quiet in this situation. What you wanted was to be back at camp where there was some semblance of safety. Even if it was a façade. At least it was there.

Throughout the trek back, your head was on a swivel, constantly watching for anything that could mean danger. That feeling didn’t fall away. It continued to churn deep inside of your stomach and disturb the pride you had for yourself. You should be celebrating, you caught dinner. You had something to be excited about. A position in the negative that had you drowning.

That damn feeling refused to leave, even in the safety of your camp. It crawled up from the pits of stomach and settled in the back of your throat. It made you sick. Something was watching you. You couldn’t put down your guard as you sat on a log next to your salt distillery.

With the edge of your spear, you sliced open the bellies of the fish and scooped out the guts. It was a horrible feeling to do so. You tossed them as far as possible away from you into the growing darkness of the forest. They made a squelch noise you absolutely hated.

Once all three had been clean, you used a few sticks to put the fish on and held them over the fire. Enough water had been collected that you put the setup to the side. You took a sip of said distilled liquid and hummed in content. Good old water. It was still warm from the fire but it still was refreshing, nevertheless.

More fuel was added to the fire after you set up the spit fire. The smell of cooking fish wavered into the air, settling around you. Delicious. Your stomach growled loudly in a hungry call, desperate for food. After at least a day of no food, you were starving for something.

Those eyes didn’t go away.

A shiver raked your body. You scanned the area once more. A horrible, bone chilling feeling ran up the length of your limbs to settle like a tick in your chest. It had you frozen in your spot. Was there someone out there? The gaze… it felt weird. It was heavy, like it doubled the gravity that held you to earth.

Not something. Someone was watching you. That’s what your brain was telling you.

“Hello?” you hesitantly called out against your better judgement. Whatever was observing already knew where you were. There wasn’t a point in hiding or being stealthy. Your cover has been blown for a while if it’s the same thing from yesterday. It felt like it was.

You prayed this was another survivor. It had to. That gaze… There was something about it that made it feel human.

No one or thing answered you back. Just the awakening of the forest, yourself, and whatever was watching you.

Abruptly, to stop yourself from regretting your decisions, you stood up and grabbed a half-cooked piece of fish. “If you’re hungry, I have food. Is that what you want?” you offered to the unknown being in the darkness. The fire’s light flickering to expose what it could touch.

All that returned was a bird cooing, cutting through the sounds of the forest. You weren’t going to give up so easily. You knew there was something out there. Something watching you. Something hunting you. Someone possibly needing food. If you offer them food, maybe they’ll come out to greet you. Maybe they’re really hurt and confused. You don’t blame them after everything you’ve experienced in less than forty-eight hours. You were still reeling on the fact this couldn’t be reel. This had to be all a dream. That didn’t stop you from still surviving.

“I’ll leave this out for you. If you want it, you can take it.” You stepped towards the direction you believed they were watching you. The fish in hand was placed where the orange light barely licked at. Then, you returned back to your original spot and turned the fish on the stick around. You had to make sure it was fully cooked. You didn’t want to get sick. That’s the last thing you wanted.

The moment you took your eyes off the fish in the distance to grab at the – hopefully – done meat, a snap noise had your attention. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw… something… reach out from the darkness and it snatched the gutted fish. Your eyes grew wide at what you saw but didn’t at the same time.

It was a human hand, that was all you could tell from the spilt second you spotted it. Nothing more, nothing less. The moment afterwards, the gaze fell away from you. The whole world was swept off of your shoulders at the feeling. Now, you could breath and take a lung full of air in. Relief flooded you the second it had happened. What in the hell is that?

For days, you stayed near the crash site. Hope still swollen in your chest. They have to be searching for the plane. Why haven’t they found it yet? Were they even searching for it? They had to be. Your family was probably worried about you. Friends begging to know where you were. If you were dead.

With those thoughts, your shoulders dropped… The brutal, harsh, truth was sinking into the depths of your bones. Everyone you knew. What were they thinking right now? How many people were searching for the plane? All their families and friends, they might find them. Yet, not in the state you are in. Possibly, if you are able to survive long enough for rescue.

Day after day, like clock work at this point, you went back to that same fishing spot. Some days better than others. For every catch though, you either gave one fish or half of one for whoever was out there. Water was offered as well. It was just the fish they stole every night. And every night, you watched as that hand swiped from the darkness and grabbed the offered food. Then, the heavy gaze would disappear until morning.

Prizrak – Ghost – is what you decided to name them. Without a face or trace to follow, you pick a designation that seems to fight the unknown person. They liked to come and go. The only way you knew they were around was from their heavy gaze. When it disappears, you could relax for the night. They wouldn’t come back until the morning. For the most part.

This morning, Prizrak wasn’t here. There was a shift in the air that set you on edge. Your spear was held tightly in your hand. Another small piece of metal that had been crafted into a knife was grasped your other limb.

That’s when you felt it. Eyes. Predatory eyes. Foliage crunched through the quiet, cool forest. Your gaze snapped over to the origin and found nothing. This wasn’t Prizrak. It was all wrong. Did this predator kill Prizrak? Is that why they weren’t here this morning? Now, it was coming for you. You had to defend yourself from it.

You stood up, weapons poised, ready to be used. Your mind was racing with wild, last thoughts. What haunted you was the fact this thing could kill you? This could be your last day on earth after surviving a plane crash.

Through the foliage that crowded your camp, you spotted sharp, deadly eyes pinned on you. Shit! A cougar. When your eyes met, it snarled and lunged without warning. You gasped at the sudden move and dove to the side. Both weapons almost dropped in the quick movement.

You twisted around to face the predator and held out your spear. It spun around as well, eyes bright in the morning light. Its jaw lowered to show its fatal teeth, ready to pierce your feeble hide. You snarled back at it with your spear pointed at it. “Come on! I’m right here!” you spat and jabbed at the cougar. It wasn’t deterred and swiped at you in retaliation.

It felt like hours as the two of you circled each other. Sizing the other up. You didn’t want to be the first attack. You didn’t know what you were doing! How were you going to survive this? This was a born predator that had most likely killed your friend and was coming for you. it was a death sentence all in its own.

The cougar lunged once more, claws and arms stretched out towards you. Fear and adrenaline drove you. The spear’s butt was rammed into the ground. It all happened in slow motion. The animal came down with gravity. Blood spurted out from its back, coating the spear’s tip heavily. Yet, the cougar was still alive and made its dying move at you.

Sharp claws teared through the thin shirt and skin on your chest. Red blood soaked into the fabric and dribbled down your torso. You gasped at the sudden, sharp pain that struck you. Your feet stumbled back. The spear and knife dropping from your gasp. The cougar fell with its own weight and laid dying off to the side.

Curses flew from your mouth as you brought up a hand to touch the new wound. Your gaze returned to the animal. Its breathing was labored and wet. A small part of yourself felt remorse for killing it. But what had to be done was done.

The fallen knife was picked back up from the ground. With a quick swipe, the blade had sliced through the neck of the cougar. It attempted to get revenge with its own deadly weapon. Yet, it couldn’t.

As you stood there, you felt it again. Those eyes you’ve come to know. They were back. “Did you see that, Prizrak? Got some meat for us. Hopefully, I can make it last us awhile,” you spoke into the quiet air of the cool forest. And the pelt. If you could figure out how to dry it, it could be used for yourself.

You’ll survive another night with him.

#yautja x you #yautja #predator x human #predator x you #x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader

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Taglist: @mess-in-side @buckys-pillow @16boyfriends-and-me @pinkybee926 @mahirublue and others for wanting a part two to this fic I pulled out my sleep deprived ass. This one’s for you.

It had been a short while since the fiasco in the library, Mathew doesn’t seem to think so and calls you dramatic. People were meant to interpret situations however they saw fit -whether it be good or bad- and you were aloud to see what went off in the library as a disaster plus fiasco! The solution? Hide away from Morpheus’ line of sight until you could muster the strength to stare into his starry blue eyes without the knowing inkling tickling the back of your head that he knew.

He knew whenever your eyes met, he knew whenever he allowed you to stand closer then usual, more so when he granted you the wish of laying your head on his shoulder as boldly as you did whenever you were in his presence. He knew when your pinkies touched that one night in the dreaming where you were both stood on the balcony of his palace, overlooking his kingdom together. He knew when you came to him during sleepless nights for his help that ended in you fast asleep within the comfort of his bed. You felt stupid for ignoring how blatant he was in showing you the comfort he felt within your presence nor how he’d seek you out as you were dreaming; watching over you like a silent guardian, never daring to get closer in fear of ruining the painting.

His mere presence in the corner of your dreams gave you the same message. Nothing was going to hurt you. Not when Morpheus was there and it made you feel as though you were worth everything. His ego maybe a hindrance but overall he was perfectly flawed in every way possible and it made you love him all the more for it. Yet it scared you knowing that he knew so in defence of not wanting your feelings smashed into stardust you remain within your own area of the dreaming for the time being, only going near the castle or to Cain and Able when asked of you. Other then that you remained in the backyard of your cottage, overlooking the griffons within your care that dream has gifted you long ago. You named them Jess, a shortened version of the name Jessamy, the name of Dreams’ last raven companion who died rather tragically.

You were rather fond of Jessamy as you’d find her upon your windowsill every morning when you woke up to start your day, this was before you met Morpheus, that wouldn’t come til you chased after the raven for stealing a pendant you no longer remembered the origins of off from the top shelf before flying out of the window with you hot on her trail. She didn’t stop even as she glided through a particular tricky forest until you found yourself at the doorstep of the palace, looking up at the very balcony you’d soon step foot on as the dark haired and clothed king looked down at you with a face who’s only purpose was to mimic that of a stone.

Now you’d find yourself unable to break such habits as now and then you would still find yourself awaiting Jessamy to steal something from you and lead you back to Morpheus’ palace. Yet you were only greeted with silence after her passing and it left a tear within your heart that you didn’t think would be healing so soon. You were so lost within your thoughts that you didn’t process that something had landed upon your shoulder nor the muffled sound of a voice that followed seconds after. “Y/n?” Mathew asked, staring into your blank visage. “Y/n?!” He tried again, this time taping his bird feet against your shoulder, nothing.

“Morpheus is worried.” Those words seemed to snap you out of your head without a cinch as you looked at your feathered companion/sometimes nemesis, “why would he be worried? Can’t be because of me can it?” Mathew groaned, he had been sent here by Morpheus to check up on you for something he clearly didn’t listen to because he knew that during your hiatus from Morpheus’ life, it had already caused worry to arise within him that he sent Mathew to make sure you were still within his realm, preferably living. “Your dense for someone who just recently was flirting with the literal king of dreams and nightmares. Yes he’s worried about you, for all he’s aware you just up and dissipated without saying anything to him about it. Anybody would be worried if the people we love pulled that shit.” Mathew cried as he flapped his wings.

“As you can see I am fine, now you can go back and report to Morpheus that I’m not dead yet and leave me alone.” You said as you brought yourself up to your feet to stretch your muscles, causing the raven to take refuge upon the lowest branch of a nearby tree. “What’s gotten into you?” Mathew asked concerned, this type of behaviour wasn’t like you, normally you would’ve been ecstatic that Morpheus was worried about you as you’d rant about how your plan to making him swoon over you was working like a charm but this was…something was wrong and he wasn’t about to let a friend suffer in silence. “What if he doesn’t want me and he’s only playing along to ease the rejection yet to come, I seem like I talk big and act big when really I fear over the tiniest things. My mind conjures up false realities on things that don’t even pose a great enough threat and yet here I am stressing over the possibility that Morpheus’ feelings for me aren’t what they are and I’m just being delusional.” You admitted to the raven, feeling your throat tighten up as tears welled behind your eyelids as you tried to regain enough composure to get through a civil conversation.

“Look,” Mathew began, “Morpheus may act like an angsty teenager who’s been told to put away the black eyeliner for one family gathering, “ you snorted at the comparison but allowed the raven to continue, “but i know for a fact that he loves you, craves you even, so much so that when you stopped hanging out with me, Lucienne, Cain, Able and Merv I could see the disheartened look in his eye whenever he comes back from standing on that balcony waiting for you to come visit only for that to never come to fruition…it breaks his heart. You’ve integrated yourself into his life so deeply that Morpheus can’t bring himself to imagine ever living as long as he had without you bringing your own pallet of colours to liven up his own in a weird yet compatible way.” The raven watched as your face falls once more and how your eyes darkened as you looked deep into the depths of your hands as if they hold the answer for everything.

Little did you know but Mathew would catch Morpheus doing the exact same when he thought he was alone to ponder his mind into a reason as to your sudden distancing. The heartbreak and anger within his eyes alone scared Mathew into taking flight if ever he were to be caught spying on the dream lord in his moment of uncharacteristic weakness. “Look, just go to him y/n, he needs you just as much as you need him. He’s -as afraid he is to say it-lost without you.”

#the sandman fic #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x you #the sandman imagine #the sandman imagines #the sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus imagines #morpheus imagine #Morpheus fic #Morpheus fanfic #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless imagines #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #Spotify

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Wrong On The Money (34)

part 34 of ?? | 534 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

(I'm tired of updating the link list on every post whenever I put up a new chapter. 🥲 Here's a link to my "Steddie Blackmail Fic" tag instead.)

Summary:

He doesn’t buy that Steve had ‘forgotten’ he was supposed to go over to Robin’s tonight, and it’s weird that he cooked a meal that he didn’t even stay for. The guy didn’t have to do that. They could’ve ordered a pizza or something.

They are going to kiss in part 42 or so help me.

Anyway, enjoy Wayne calling Eddie tf out and Eddie is just like,

34.

“Nice of Steve to make dinner even though he had other plans,” Wayne says.

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles, dragging a piece of garlic bread through some of the orange-y red sauce on his plate. He doesn’t buy that Steve had ‘forgotten’ he was supposed to go over to Robin’s tonight, and it’s weird that he cooked a meal that he didn’t even stay for.

The guy didn’t have to do that. They could’ve ordered a pizza or something.

His uncle sighs and spears another bite of pasta with his fork. “Ed, are you going to quit finger painting with your food, or are you gonna say what’s on your mind?”

“No,” Eddie scoffs.

“Your sides hurting?”

“No.”

Wayne gives him a Look. “Is it about Steve?”

“Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie drops the garlic bread and scrubs both hands across his face, getting his cheek greasy in the process. “Yeah, fine, I think he’s avoiding me.”

“This got anything to do with why you look like a puppy that tracked shit in the house around him?” Wayne frowns. “I thought you talked to him about that money.”

“I did,” Eddie grumbles. He’d also talked to himself about killing the crush before it got any worse, for all the good that had done him. “I told you, we agreed that he could move in and we’d call it even, it’s fine. He's . . . a busy guy.”

Translation: too good to spend one on one time with Eddie. Which, truce or no truce, Eddie morosely figures he deserves.

Things like this have been happening ever since the Hellfire rising seniors and alumni came to the house a few days ago. Eddie hopes that he hadn’t overheard some of the guys’ King Steve comments.

But . . . the only other explanation he can think of is that Steve is going on dates. And the way Eddie’s stomach twists whenever he contemplates that possibility tells him that he’s done a terrible job of weeding out that crush.

Is it just a crush when it’s on someone who has literally saved your life?

Fuck. Oooooh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, it’s not a crush. It’s so much more than a crush, when the fuck did that happen?

He’s falling in love with Steve Harrington. Not the one everyone in Hawkins knows from school, but the Steve who helps him hang band posters and bakes amazing chocolate chip cookies. Who painted his own bedroom a soft, buttery yellow after admitting that he’d always hated the wallpaper his mom picked out for him when he was little. Who gave away basically all his paycheck for months trying to give a sad story a happy ending, and keeps playing the tank for a bunch of kids who can’t seem to shake their dangerous adventuring habit even away from the D&D table.

Who will never like him back, because Steve is good and Eddie is a human cockroach. Even though sometimes, sometimes, Eddie almost thinks. . . . But that’s just from looking through hopeful, falling-in-love goggles. Jesus H. Christ, Eddie thinks as he feels Wayne’s questioning gaze still on him, he should have realized how utterly gone he is for Steve much, much earlier than this.

Fuck.

#they're dumb your honor #steddie blackmail fic #eddie munson #wayne munson #good uncle wayne #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #my fic #eddie is a messy eater #in a coming chapter steve gets him a plate for his pizza and he's like 'ooo fancy'

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lalal-99 · 1 year

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If You Don't Know | Sneak Peek

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There it was again. The heart-wrenching, soul-shaking pain, making it so very harder for Hyunjin to breathe. To live. To look at you.

He had never imagined ever being this hurt by you, unable to look at you longer than a few seconds while at the same time respecting every decision that had led you here. Not you. Not the person he had planned his whole future and spent the majority of his adulthood with.

The two of you were meant to be together; had decided so after only months together. Because no one could ever get you as much as Hyunjin did, and vice versa. You were the perfect match of similarities and differences. For everything you had in common, there was something you could teach the other about. For every fight you had – bickering over something unimportant – you agreed on a much more intense matter. The perfect back and forth, even after years together.

He still remembered the first time he saw you at that rooftop party one of his friends had held a few years back. He noticed you while talking to a guy he so desperately hoped was your brother or cousin. Or best friend. He recalled the first time you made him laugh, just a few seconds later, when you let out an unintended snort while laughing at something your brother/cousin/best friend had said. And his own hearty giggle in response to your amusement ultimately induced the first time you noticed his existence. The world had stopped around Hyunjin as you caught his gaze – embarrassed redness warming your cheeks as you realised he had witnessed your weird laugh.

It had taken him about 20 more minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore and approached you. He knew he would never forgive himself for not hearing the sweet sound of your voice or seeing the stunning spark in your eyes up close at least once.

Hyunjin also remembered the exact moment he fell in love with you. Staring at you with heart eyes when you told him you were an artist, too. A painter, just like himself. Why ever this was what did it for him, Hyunjin had never questioned. Although he knew, as he laid in bed that night, eyes painting pictures against the white ceiling, that he needed to see you again. If only to talk about your favourite artists and art museums for another 3 hours.

Hyunjin recognised, and had done so way before, that he’d never forget any of those precious moments.

Like when you went to the fair on your first date and won him a stuffed dumpling; already aware they were his favourite food. Or how you cut your date short moments later when you noticed the first person wearing Stray Kids merch. And obviously, he would always hold that day dear in his heart. Despite the unfortunate ending of your date, you had called him minutes after he had dropped you off at your apartment to tell him that you wanted to see him again. He had turned around, sprinting back and ringing your doorbell, overwhelming you with a kiss once you opened the door for him.

Or the time you went to the beach, chatting endlessly with your feet dangling over the water. The moment Hyunjin pulled away from your lips, moonlight sparkled in your irises, catching them in the perfect lightning. He blurted ‘Please be my girlfriend’ quicker than his brain could process it, heart only settling once you caught his lips again, whispering ‘Yes’ against him.

The first time you told him you loved him was engraved in his brain, never to be forgotten. You exclaimed it (just like he did when he asked you to be his girlfriend) while cuddling in bed, laptop playing your favourite Disney movie. It was merely background noise as his heart skipped multiple beats, lips curving into a shit-eating grin as he repeated your words back to you before kissing you, his body soon hovering over you as he kissed every possible spot of your skin.

All these moments, everything he had hoped to one day tell his children and grandchildren about. Every memory that came back to him made him so unbelievably content he could cry. And still, as his eyes focused on your back, he was hurt. He understood, but he was also in unbearable pain.

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soursugxr · 5 months

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I went slightly insane during my history class

Separated AU? Kinda? Except all of them are completely different from their actual ROTTMNT iterations💀

I’m gonna be honest I’ve never loved drawing Donnie for whatever reason so of course I had to make him pretty so I would actually want to draw him.

Storyline below!!!

Essentially this entire AU is: would if Draxum’s lab exploded and it messed up the turts?

So the story I’ve formulated in my head is like:

Basically the same until like. The whole “Lou Jitsu destroys Draxum’s lab bc fuck that guy” thing. The lab very much explodes.

Raph, being the biggest, shields his siblings (specifically his twin) from the blast to the best of his ability, which absolutely massacres his shell. Leo is the only one who got away without any serious injuries, Donnie straight up lost his arm, and Mikey’s legs are permanently messed up.

Splinter (understandably) thinks Raph is just straight up dead after that (he is not), and takes the other three turts so he can get them help, gets mutated in the process.

Raph is (somehow) not dead, and (somehow) manages to survive on the streets of the Hidden City on his own. His shell is absolutely fucked, but thanks to growing up around magic, he can use it pretty well. He ends up meeting Sunita, who teaches him how to talk, and her family takes him in for a while, but he’s so used to being on his own that he doesn’t really adjust well to being part of a family.

Meanwhile, the other tots are (mostly) safe with Splinter.

Because of the whole “twintuition” thing, Leo has grown up being super anxious all the time. He barely has any memory of having a third sibling, but there is A Feeling that he can’t shake. They’re constantly feeling super guilty about not being injured in the lab explosion since her siblings were so badly injured and it effects them every single day, so he becomes the leader to protect them. She’s super serious about all the ninja stuff, simply because he doesn’t want his little siblings getting hurt again, and this entire time they’ve been holding on to a tiny piece of red fabric that he’s had since the Incident. They don’t know why, but they’re very attached to it.

Donnie, being the absolute genius he is, managed to build himself an entire high-tech prosthetic arm. Because of course he did, he’s Donnie. He doesn’t come out of the messy ass garage often, usually only for missions or when Splinter tells him to. He’s been working on something to help Mikey with his whole leg situation for the past god knows how long. He hates getting dirty until it’s his garage/lab, then he’ll go crazy and get covered in oil and grime.

Mikey’s situation is a lil unique. He can walk around on his own most of the time, but sometimes his legs Do The Thing (his words. it just means they feel weird and hurt a lot), so he’ll need a knee brace or crutches or something for a little while. He loves graffiti, which is how he met April, and he’s also the one who goes out on his own most often, despite Leo constantly worrying about him. He’s the one who found Raph :)

Sunita is honestly just The Best. She’s been Raph’s best friend since they met, and has tried to help him at every opportunity. When he left the hidden city after finding out about that Draxum is on the hunt for him, she was worried sick, and ended up sending Mayhem after him, just to make sure he was okay.

April has been The Red One for a long ass time, because she thought green was lame since “all of the turtles are green” (ignoring the fact that Donnie is a painted river terrapin and therefore not green) and she wanted to be cool. Leo never really liked that whole thing because of the Hey I’m Super Attached to This Red Fabric thing, but they got over it eventually. She’s very much a big sister to the turtles, even though she was slightly weirded out when she first came across Mikey.

Cassandra is the other reason April wanted to be The Red One, she just wanted to match her girlfriend. Casey’s honestly just The Gayest person on earth, and does she care? No. She can kick ass and kiss girls and that’s what matters. She’s aware of the turtles but doesn’t hang out with them super often, so most of what The Guys know about her is just from April gushing about her favorite person.

Splinter has been trying to dad this entire time :,) he’s riddled with guilt and severe trauma, but he’s trying and that’s what matters. Every so often he thinks about the fact that he just left Raph in the destroyed lab and he cries a little bit (a lot actually) because his train of thought is “I could have at least buried him.” Being a rat isn’t the greatest either, but again, he manages. He doesn’t have any “visible” injuries from the Incident, but mentally he’s absolutely fucked.

Draxum is a bastard piece of shit (in this au) and I hate him (in this au). He went into hiding for a lil while, but then came back with a whole “I want my creations back” thing going on, which drove Raph out of the Hidden City. Raph remembers the most about the Incident, oddly enough, and the mere thought of being put back in a test tube makes him physically ill. Drax kinda gets his redemption arc but it’s in that really awkward “why the hell would I ever forgive you?” sense, like an abusive parent who realized they fucked up and tried to apologize, but you’re never going to forgive them because of what they did.

Raph actually got a cloaking brooch so he could blend in on the surface, but kinda hated it because he felt out of place anyway (because people are judgmental of people with scars/visible disabilities). When Mikey found him, he was alone in the sewer with the brooch off, shenanigans ensue.

And by shenanigans I mean Donnie and April now owe Mikey so much money because they were betting on whether or not Leo’s whole “guys we have another sibling somewhere I swear” thing was true or not.

Raph is very unwilling to talk at first, but eventually he’s like “I mean this is my brother so I may as well talk to him yk?” But also doesn’t want to be found just yet.

Sibling bonding time :)

Raph is very concerned about Mikey’s legs giving out and tries to heal it with magic (it doesn’t work). Mikey is very concerned about Raph’s shell, but it’s healed now, just weakened and misshapen.

At some point Draxum’s bounty hunters find Raph, but unfortunately Mikey is there, so Raph’s first instinct is to protect him. Raph gets very injured, Mikey manages to escape the bounty hunters and drag Raph along with him.

Everyone is now freaking out

That’s all I got for now. So here’s some lil notes n stuff about The Guys

Raph

Alligator snapping turtle

The tallest and (technically) oldest

Leo’s (slightly older) twin. They’re from the same clutch of eggs

Doesn’t really care to define his gender identity or sexuality. Truthfully he doesn’t even care about what pronouns people use for him, but he just tells people he/him to keep it simple

Instead of sais or tonfas, he uses improvised brass knuckles

The team medic! He’s good at improvising if need be, and is very no-nonsense when it comes to his brothers’ taking care of themselves. This man singlehandedly improved Donnie’s abysmal sleep schedule

Still talks in third person sometimes, mostly when he’s having a bad day, a panic attack, or dissociating

Fight or flight is almost always on, he has a problem with hoarding food because of how he grew up

Never really learned any proper fighting techniques, he just goes for whatever opening he sees

Very quiet. He still has pretty bad anger issues, but he bottles it up until it’s too late and he gets a little silly in fights (Leo has called an ambulance for a Foot Clan soldier at least twice now)

Leo

Alligator snapping turtle

The second shortest, but also second oldest

Raph’s twin

He/they/she. They spent so long worrying about her siblings that he never stopped to figure out her gender. They don’t know what to call himself, but defaults to “man liker” because that’s the closest thing he can come up with

Classic two katanas(?) I don’t actually know what kind of swords Leo has outside of the odachi in Rise

So incredibly the leader. She takes it very seriously, since his siblings getting hurt is his biggest nightmare

Insanely anxious, constantly. If they hadn’t gone through so much meditation training they would be having nightly panic attacks

The last time they had a meltdown it was because Mikey’s chronic pain acted up so bad that he couldn’t walk for about a week, and Leo was terrified that he would never walk again

Makes the shittiest dad jokes to try and cope, but it doesn’t work. Humor is Mikey’s thing. Tries to distract herself with projects instead. Doesn’t work either, that’s Donnie’s thing. Meditating for hours and hours doesn’t work very well either. That’s Splinter’s thing. He can’t figure out what his coping mechanism is, and that just adds more stress to their life

Freaks out over the tiniest stuff

Hates eating mushrooms because of the texture

Donnie

Painted river terrapin

Second tallest, only a few inches shorter than Raph

The middle child

He/him, much like Raph though, he doesn’t really care. Sometimes he calls himself “triple A” because he’s agender, asexual, and aromantic. He doesn’t care about relationships but thinks it’s kinda cute how happy April is when she talks about Cassandra.

High tech bo staph and his tech, specifically his prosthetic left arm

The smart one. He hoards bits of knowledge that are probably useless, but also ones that are very useful. His toolbox looks like a nightmare mess, but it’s actually perfectly organized in his mind

Very quiet and slightly antisocial

He’ll obsess over the tiniest detail of a project and then never finish it

His prosthetic arm actually has five fingers so he can better work with tinier objects. It also has an added bonus of any handprint-activated things made by/for him only working for him, so it keeps his siblings out of his stuff

Ambidextrous

Mikey

Western painted turtle

Shortest. Tiny lil baby

Youngest and acts like it. His siblings know no peace

He/they. Turns out being stuck in bed because your legs hurt so much gives you a lot of time to think about your gender, and this lil fella figured out he was transmasc.

Still has his nunchucks, but now they’re bedazzled

Tries to walk even when his legs Do The Thing because “it only hurts after like 5 minutes guys I’m fine”

Sews patches onto the fabric parts of his knee braces, doodles on the plastic/metal parts

Tries to be super agile and do cool tricks while fighting, but leg pain is unfortunately a bitch

Very serious about safety when it comes to graffiti. He gets upset when April doesn’t wear a respirator mask when working with spray paint

I wanna get this writing right someone please tell me how chronic pain affects people I crave knowledge

That’s basically all I have so far. I’ll make lil notes like this for the non-turtle characters at some point

More stuff:

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#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #unpause rottmnt #save rottmt #rise of the tmnt #idk what to call this au #separated Raph au

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sangoqueenkoko · 2 years

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TIGHNARI

my favourite art subject

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Summary: you have been working on something while away from home. And you can’t wait to show Tighnari!

Warnings? Nope!

Includes Collei and of course Tighnari!

I’ve been studying art for nearly 8 years so how could I not?

They call you the Leonardo Da Vinci of Teyvat. Someone who can create literal masterpieces. Be it of people, buildings or landscapes, you can do it in your own unique style. Your pieces of work are in all corners of Teyvat, from the deserts of Sumeru to as far as the Kamisato Estate in Inazuma, owned by the Kamisato siblings. All so valuable.

One of, if not thee, favourite subject of yours was your lover, one of the leading Forest Rangers. Or better known as Tighnari.

He LOVED your work with how you process your different methods and techniques. One of his favourites is still an ongoing project, it was a very detailed painting of Gandharva Ville. But for now, it stood on the easel in your shared living room as you were away on a commission in Inazuma. But seeing as you went after the Vision Hunt Decree was over, he had no worries about you being able to come home. But he was for some reason. Maybe because it was the first time you had been over seas in a while without him or his protection, as he has always been protective over you.

At the start and end of every day of your absence, he would see the painting, catch himself stare at it for a while, making him late for whatever he had to do, longing for it’s completion. Whilst on patrol, he can only think about what you’re doing and if you’re Okay.

Which you are.

You both sent letters to each other a lot when you’re in your travels, sometimes Tighnari would ‘accidentally’ write so much the letter would be at least a few pages thick, which you happily read it all and replied to every single question he asked, making your letter in response quite thick too.

“Master?” He heard a familiar muffled voice as he looked far into the distance beyond East of The Chasm, but payed no attention, “Master Tighnari!” He shook his head at the voice and a hand waving in front of his face.

“Oh. Collei” he cleared his throat as he stood up with a light sigh, making sure to dust off his tail, “ready to go?”

“Yep! I have my med pack, some extra supplies, my floral ring and my trusty Cuilein-Anbar!” She smiled as she quickly rummaged around her pack to quickly see if she’s forgotten anything.

“But we’re only going on patrol, we don’t need so much stuff” he put a hand on his hip.

“But as you say when someone’s hurt in battle, ‘safety first!’” He said in her best Tighnari impression that he could only chuckle over.

“Yeah… that’s true.” His ear twitched.

One or two more weeks later, you eventually walked through the Chasm and through the main cave to Sumeru and then to Gandharva Ville. One of the people you traveled with offered to help you carry something back home that you had been working on in your spare time and on calm parts at sea.

Tighnari wasn’t around when you arrived home, so it was just you and the thing you’ve been working on for a little while.

Later he walked through the door. Jumping slightly as he wasn’t expecting you until the next morning.

“(Y/N)!” He said with surprise before he smiled, “I thought I wouldn’t be expecting you until tomorrow?” His tail swaying back and forth a little quicker than usual, clearly showing that he’s happy.

“Yeah” you nodded, “but I finished a day early, and so we set off some time earlier. One, because I missed you, and two, I made something for you and wanted to see your reaction.”

Now his curiosity was peaked.

“You did?” He walked over to you, tilting his head to the side a little with his ears facing outwards.

You gestured to the neatly wrapped, thin package in brown paper. He walked over to it and crouched down to open it, his ears tilting and twitching as he thought.

He opened it to come face to face with a portrait of himself with every little detail captured, “oh!” he gasped, “this… this is amazing!”

“Because you’re my favourite art subject” you smiled as you hugged him from behind, arms around his shoulders, putting your chin between his ears.

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i like referencing the titles

also, the painting of Tighnari I had in mind was his version of this, I originally tried to describe it so you can imagine, but I then left it up to the imagination.

#gender neutral reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari fluff #tighnari x you #tighnari headcanons #genshin impact x reader

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not-a-big-slay · 2 years

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Jigsaw

kaz brekker x gn! reader

inspired by Jigsaw by Conan Gray

summary: being in a one-sided competition with your sister for the same man makes you want to change into her.

warnings: angst, alcohol, breakdown, kaz being an ass lmao, commenting on weight (not really tho)

a/n: heyy! i love conan and this song is on repeat in my head, so i decided to write this. i labeled the reader gender neutral, because there is no prounouns used for y/n. there is a part where reader is choosing a dress,but i do not think that clothes have gender and anyone can wear them and anyone can have a long hair. i hope i did this song justice and enjoy :)

PS: yes, until it doesn't hurt is coming. either tommorow or the day after.

part 2

Kaz Brekker. A name that brought fear to many people. A scar painted on the few fools that wronged him. A man without mercy or emotions, not worth loving. Still, you would anything for him. Anything so he could just look your way. Your way, not your sister's way, even if hers was a regular destination for his eyes.

You woke up everyday, looking into a mirror and pointing out even the smallest difference you shared with her. Your face was full of pimples and imperfections while hers was smooth as a silk, your eyes small, decorated often with eyebags and hers being big and nude. When these things couldn't be changed, no matter how hard you tried, there were differences you could take care of. Your long hair, touching your lower back could be shorten into hers, softly touching her shoulders. Your clothes, barely styled and always dark could change into hers, classy and bright. So, one night, after the Slat fell silent, you snuck into the kitchen slowly, not to make any noise, and found a pair of scissors that were meant to end your insecurities.

It was a messy process and your hair ended up uneven, but once you dressed into bright shit with white pants, you could see yourself looking more like your sibling. Your confidence was through the roof. You even made your hair shorter than your sister's, it barely touched the shoulders. When you entered the hallway the person all this trouble was for walked past you, but he noticed you first. The up and down look fastened your breathing as you awaited for his reaction.

"What happened to your hair?"

"I cut it"

"Why?"

His tone sounded judging and that both hurt you and pissed you off. You were doing it all for him even though he didn't have the slightest idea, but they were still your choices and when he criticized that, it angered you. You hated when someone put you down, trying to make you feel bad and you often blew up, sometimes without a reason, and defended yourself.

"I wanted to. What? You don't like it?"

He scoffed: "Does it matter?"

He walked off, but left you frozen. Of course it mattered. You walked down trying not to think much about. Others really liked your look after they saw it, your sister was over the top happy and showered you with compliments, nevertheless, none of it would be as fulfilling as it would be from him. As it should be from him.

Soon you carried on with your tasks for the day, one of them being grocery shopping with Jesper. Jesper was someone you were closest to in the Dregs, he never made you feel bad about anything, but you still never told him about your love for the boss. He would try and convince you to stop changing every part of yourself to fit him and you knew you would listen to him, you weren't ready to give up yet, your sister was still ahead of you without her knowing. Just as you two went out the door, Kaz appeared behind you. Jesper looked as confused as you did, Kaz only rolled his eyes: "I don't trust Jesper with money. He gambles away everything and I don't trust you with remembering the shop list. You forget everything."

He began to lead the way, offended Jesper followed behind and you were closing the line, repeating in your head that he didn't mean anything by it, trying to wash away the unnessesary pain his statement spilled. An hour on the market filled almost everything out of the list. You knew the boys went to get the last of things so you allowed yourself to get lost in the beautiful dresses being sold for a fair price. The lady selling them was awfully nice and kept showing you more and more dresses. "These would bring out your eyes." she stated confidently and showed you a beige dress. You smiled and took them into your hands, feeling the fabric, imagining you dancing in them.

"I don't remember having that on the list."

The voice startled you and you turned your head around, catching a glimpse of Kaz. You turned back to the dress, not being finished with the imaginations. "Maybe you forgot. Like I always do." you said out of the remaining anger and smiled at the lady. Just as you were about to tell her to pack the dress for you, Kaz had to have a last word after all: "Don't buy it. It wouldn't fit you."

You quickly turned around, shocked by his insult. Your first thought was to send him to the depths of hell or slap him, yet you thought about what would your sister say. Probably laugh or agree with him ironically. You had to be kind like her, otherwise he wouldn't be interested. That was another difference between you and your sister. She was always so kind, sweet and optimistic, but you took kindness as a weakness and reality as it was and didn't try to paint it colorful when it's meant to be dark. "Right. Sorry." you said to him and the woman. She looked dissapointed, but nodded regardless and thanked you. You and Kaz left and invited silence among you, until Jesper caught up and started talking immediately. You tried to listen, but no words could compete with Kaz's.

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The crows can't go long without a heist and so now you were walking towards a meeting point, taking another glass of champagne from a tray. The clothes you wore were tight, bringing out your figure and curves. While your friends insisted on you looking stunning, your newly found insecurity was infecting you. Kaz's comment last week didn’t dissapear over night as you hoped and was affecting the way you saw yourself. You looked around to see if the way is clear and made your way over to Kaz. He looked like he waited for a long time for you. His new suit specially bought for this heist made him look like the men in power you all were fighting against, you almost mistook him for the man you were stealing a diamond from.

"So what's the plan?" you asked, pulling the fabric of your clothes far from your skin, trying to make it loose. You knew you couldn't handle another comment on your body, but when Kaz spoke, he maintained eye contact, not forced one. "We'll sneak to the treasure room, I'll look for the diamond and you'll be on the look out.". Your eyebrows furrowed, you could do so much more than that. "Are you sure? I could help you look for the diamond, I mean it won't be easy to find, plus it'll look suspicious to just stand in front of the doors. No one will suspect we're inside if they are closed and abandoned." you voiced your disagreement and hoped to change his mind. You were too good for a lookout.

"Then don't look suspicious. Yera will meet us there and help me look for it. I just need you for an emergency."

Once you heard your sister's name, your eyebrows disconnected. What help would be bigger than help from the perfection herself. So you did as you were told. You walked around the mansion, not distancing from the door too much. It took them long to get the diamond, you had to take another liquer in your palm. You imagined that they spent less time on finding the diamond and more time doing something you couldn't bring yourself to think of. Even though Kaz had a touch aversion, you could see him someday overcome it for her. That made you lean back onto a wall and let tears roll down your face. Luckily, the hallway you were present in was empty, so you didn't bring unrequiered attention on yourself. It was funny, almost comical. The things making you cry were only in your head and you couldn't prove they were real, but you knew that a small part, maybe the smallest one, was true. He did like her. He had to. They were such a good friends. You saw her leaving his room sometimes. She looked so happy that you would never believe they discussed business. She liked him. Definitely. She always teased him and made fun of him, but her smile, her bright warm smile, betrayed her insults. She complimented him and his heart that other Dregs were often surprised she's still in the gang and called her naive.

It hurted like hell. You only smiled at him sarcastically, insulted him only with his own insults used against you. You would never pay him a compliment, not a sincere one at least. You always liked him and only did these things for fun, however now you think it might have been taken too far and the hate you used to pretend was real on his side. You were letting more and more tears run down your cheeks until you couldn't stand anymore. First sob that broke through you was followed by another and a moment later you had a complete breakdown, your only luck used on keeping the hall lonely.

You were lost in your thoughts and cries that you almost missed the bell, announcing the time of your escape. It also reminded you that Kaz and Yera should have find the diamond already. You quickly got up, bottling up the emotions that didn't have the opporturnity to show up. When you arrived in front of the treasure room, your tears were gone and your eyes dry, like nothing ever happened.

When Yera noticed you, she seemed relieved, her smile felt warmer than it often did thanks to the green silk dress decorating her beauty. Kaz on the other hand looked mad. "Since when I'm supposed to wait for the lookout. Where the hell have you been." he limped closer to you and you already built up your walls. Being polite as your sister went out of the window. "I was trying to be here and not look suspicious, but that's quite hard when you can't find a diamond in a room full of gold. Had to improvise.". You put on your cold face and walked in the direction Inej instructed to escape. They caught up with you and soon you saw your friends out, waiting for the three of you.

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The success was celebrated by drinking and when 3 bells after midnight rang, you could definitely call yourself the biggest celebrator. Moments went by you fast as one second you were singing with Jesper and Nina and the other you couldn't lift your head from the bar. The intrusive thoughts weighted you when you saw your sister leaving upstairs after saying goodnight. You could imagine her going to the only person not celebrating. You hated him for that. Kaz never joined you and the crows for drinks and when he rarely did, he left after few shots. You snorted and got up from the counter. Drunkenness infected the eyes and your vision moved very quickly from one side of the room to the opposite. You caught Nina and Inej laughing uncontrollably, wishing to know what caused it. In the corner of the room you saw Jesper and Wylan, making out. You chuckled at their love, silently supporting them. You couldn't help but think your sister and Kaz were doing something similar. You despised that thought and wanted to burn it from your mind. After thinking about practical ways to do so, you came up with a solution. Instead of crying about their relationship you should interup them and tell them how you feel about them, tell Kaz how you feel about him. And if it backfires, you could blame it on the alcohol. The plan sounded so good that you got up from your seat and went to fulfill it.

The hardest part was to get upstairs. You tripped twice and kicked the stairs 4 times for being so stupidly built, but somehow you managed to get infront of his bedroom door. Not waiting a second, you knocked with your fist. The door opened too fastly and it made you to take a step back. Kaz stood in the doorway, looking confused. You sighed loudly, glad you didn't saw her.

"Y/n?"

You looked into his eyes, smiling. You put your head on the wooden door. "You look pretty in this light, you know that?". Kaz sighed and closed his eyes. You tried so hard to see a resamblance of a blush, yet there never was any.

"You're drunk." he said as if you didn't know that and it made you giggle. You looked behind him, trying to see Yera's things. She had to be here and if not, you already knocked so might as well finish the second part of the plan. "Is she here?" you asked, still looking in the distance to find her presence. Kaz looked the same way, but returned his eyes on you: "Who?"

You laughed and pushed yourself from the door, walking even closer to him before answering: "Yera, of course. Is she already asleep?". Kaz dived into a bigger confusion while you tried to see into his bedroom, but he then blocked your view. "Y/n, you're drunk. Let's go to-" he tried to say, but you already walked past him.

"Yera!" you yelled and tried to hear a response, but the only sound that reached your ears was the door closing and Kaz's another sigh. "She's not here. Why would she be?" he stayed close to the door, ready to open it for you. You knew he didn't want you here, but seemed not to care. You chuckled again before turning around. "Oh you know why. She's beautiful and so so kind, of course she would be here." you mumbled, moving your eyes from the floor to the ceiling. Kaz didn't say anything, so you took it as a sign you can continue: "You know, I tried so hard for you. So hard. I don't understand why you like her.". You shook your head, trying not to cry already.

"What? I-"

"I changed every part of me, to be the copy of her. And you still don't even fucking love me."

Kaz's head snapped in your direction and your short gaze at him noted his eyes widened, but you weren't finished talking: "I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore. These clothes and this hair," you pointed at it, walking around the room, "I feel like I'm in pieces, like I'm. Like I'm" you stopped yourself to think about the right word. You look at Kaz and held an eye contact when you smiled, "Like I'm a jigsaw."

Kaz measured you up and down, being away from the door now. You chuckled lightly, nodding. "Yeah, that's the right word." you began walking around the room again, stopping in front of a cabinet that wore the pink diamond as a crown. You could hear Kaz taking a step forward. It humored you - as many things did when you're drunk. "But you know what, Kaz? I'm done." you turned around so he could see your face watered by your tears that came unnanounced. "I'm done trying to change myself, I'm done trying to make you happy. I don't care you don't like me, you can't point out every single flaw I have. I don't wanna be a different person."

Kaz almost looked sad. You smiled widely and streched out your arms. "Love a perfection and realize how imperfect you are." you said before walking out the door. You tried to be as fast as possible, but something caught your arm making you to stumble backwards. You looked at the gloved hand holding you tightly and slowly shifted your gaze into his eyes. He was about to say something, you knew he was, but the door opening stopped him immidiately.

"There you are!" said the drunk Zemeni boy and grinned at you before scanning the room. He smiled again when he saw Kaz and waved at him. "I lost you down there. Come on, let’s get you to bed.". He grabbed your second arm and put it on his shoulders while his hand rested on your back. You felt Kaz's hand slip off and looked at him. He studied you for a while and then nodded at Jesper to take you away. You walked with your best friend out of the room and listened to his ranting about Wylan's lips. You both were so drunk you fell on the ground when the hallway rounded. Laughter filled the room and you positioned yourself on the wall, while Jesper tried to catch his breath.

Drunkenness aside, you felt horrible. You fought for Kaz for so long and it only took one night to give up. He knew everything. You sighed and looked at Jesper choking. Maybe love isn't meant for you, but the love your friends gave was already enough. You knew that the feelings for Kaz, taking up space in your heart, would soon be replaced.

It will hurt, but the puzzle pieces will finally fit.

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harucafelatte · 2 years

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Hi, hi, this is the anon who asked for headcanons for Rei and a s/o who is afraid of the storm

First of all, thanks. I wasn't expecting a scenario with headcanons but I'm not complaining because this one was very cute. I really enjoyed it

And can I request headcanons for Izumi and Hiyori (separately) with a painter gn!s/o who likes to paint portraits of them because they are their "main inspiration"?

Sena Izumi and Tomoe Hiyori with a painter gn!s/o who paints portraits of them hcs

ੈ✩ Sena Izumi is honored to be your main source of inspiration for your artworks. Even before you told him, he had always appreciated your works but had the odd feeling that he had seen things that are awfully similar before. So when you did, he was surprised.

ੈ✩ You explained that some of your portraits are inspired by his photoshoots, while the rest are inspired by the Izumi you see every day. Portraits inspired by everyday Izumi mainly depict his actions and personality - elegant and attractive. On the other hand, portraits that are based on model Izumi are typically painted to resemble the Izumi seen in the photos - professional and very detailed.

ੈ✩ If you're having problems coming up with fresh ideas or are just stressed, he will always offer to assist you in any way he can. Need a break from painting? He's already making your favorite drink and snacks. No motivation? He offers going out together or simply cuddling! Need inspiration? He is already finding his entire collection of modeling photographs. He might occasionally even pose for you!

ੈ✩ Izumi also secretly takes pictures of you when you are working on your portraits! He does it when you're not paying attention, like while you're focused on painting. He peers over your shoulder and uses his phone to take a picture of you and the portrait. You eventually find out and question him. Embarrassed, he explains that he wants to post them on social media to showcase your talent. It is entirely up to you whether or not to allow him to post them; he will respect your decision.

ੈ✩ Izumi thinks you're a fantastic artist and tells you so every time he sees one of your pieces. Although you've been together for a long time, he still finds it difficult to believe that you can capture every aspect of him. He loves how your portraits showcase both your and Izumi's talents - painting and modeling, respectively. Every time he sees you working on a new piece of art, he feels his heart race. He may act a bit tsundere-ish around you but seeing the end product makes his lovey-dovey. Please be patient with him if that happens. He simply adores them in the same manner that he adores you!

"Working on a new portrait? Of me? I'm honored...

What? No! I-I'm not blushing!"

ੈ✩ Tomoe Hiyori was very impressed when you first showed him one of your portraits. He continued by asking you about the materials you used, the time it took to finish the portrait and your source of inspiration. Similar to an interview, it was. He wasn't expecting you to say his name when you got to the part about what inspired you. It took him some time to process what you had just said. He felt his blood rushing to his cheeks. He then tenderly clasped your hands and gushed over how delighted and honored he was.

ੈ✩ At first, Hiyori could come off as a little narcissistic, studying the portraits to make sure you've captured every detail about him. He lectures about how his beauty must be captured in every portrait. At first, it was frustrating, but you gradually understood that it was just Hiyori being himself and that he doesn't mean to hurt your feelings. Besides, he loves displaying your portraits at events and often tells his fans that you, his wonderful partner, painted them.

ੈ✩ Because Hiyori thinks it's important to take care of oneself, he constantly reminds you to take breaks. As much as he loves seeing the finished product, he cannot bear seeing his partner under a lot of stress. If you ignore his words and keep working, he will become upset and will not hesitate to drag you away from your workspace. You won't even be able to do much once he reaches this point, so expect him to take this as an opportunity to spend time with you. Hiyori enjoys taking you out and will buy you expensive food. He also enjoys buying you expensive gifts as a way of expressing his gratitude. If you choose to stay in, he will spend the time cuddling with you and won't be ready to let you go anytime soon. Forgive him for being very clingy, please. He just wants to show you his love!

ੈ✩ Overall, Hiyori is very proud of you. He appreciates how much work you put into each portrait and is impressed by how skillfully you paint. He observes how you patiently work things out and how well you plan everything. If it's okay with you, could you teach him how to paint as well? He's open to trying new things. He would love to spend more time with you learning about your skill!

"Fufu~ Is someone painting me again? Yes? Ah~ It's so great to know that I inspire someone!"

-Finished-

a/n: Hello anon! Thank you for requesting! I'm sorry if the context is wrong, I kind of gave up on painting a long time ago so I'm not sure if everything here is accurate. I'm so sorry if it's not! I found this request really fun to write because it's one where we can really see their personalities! Hope you enjoyed!

taglist: @kazemiya

#☕︎ order ready!#☕︎ customer's order #☕︎ the newest item #sena izumi x reader #tomoe hiyori x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #sena izumi #tomoe hiyori #ensemble stars #enstars

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mahapralanya · 2 years

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I have been reading the From Lostbelt manga translations and my mind got absolutely fixated on these panels from chapter 11.

This isn't the only time that cannibalism is invoked as part of the process of Arjuna Alter's ascension to godhood. He acknowledges it during his interlude:

"The battle where everything spiraled out of control. A great war in which god, man and beast were liquified into sludge. I then consumed that sludge, slurping it down as if it were soup. Forgive me, that was just a figure of speech. Truthfully, what I actually did was far worse." (Source)

Although he doesn't say it with his own words, the implication is there - that was just a figure of speech; what I actually did was far worse.

This, combined with the manga panels, made me think many thoughts.

The first thing that caught my attention was the lack of gloves; we almost never see Arjuna not wearing them, and the image of seeing his bare hands, knowing how princely and royal he is, comes as striking. This, along with the focus given on his hand gestures, makes me feel like I am witnessing something that shouldn't be seen - something intimate.

And it got more intimate when I realized that it looked like he wasn't wearing any clothes. There is nothing covering him, at least from the angle we get. It might be a stretch, but I do believe that he was naked there.

Nakedness implies intimacy, but it can be translated into other things as well; in this case, I think about vulnerability, transformation/rebirth, and returning/embracing nature.

The first one should be obvious enough - humans are pretty frail without clothes, and it is far easier to hurt yourself if there's nothing protecting you. Clothing keeps us safe from the extremes of both heat and cold, and in the context of a war, paired with armor, they exist to keep one alive.

The other two things are closely tied, although I do see them as being different enough to be listed separately.

We are all born naked - and in this moment, the key point to the lostbelt's existence, Arjuna is going through a transformation, a rebirth process. He has discarded the things that made him human and is going to grow stronger, the result different from the Arjuna that he used to be.

For this to happen, he also had to embrace his own human nature, flawed and fragile, exposing himself, offering his body and soul to the earth and gods that made him what he is, embracing his primal instincts.

Every creature needs to eat.

Cannibalism in art can have many readings, and has been used as a metaphor for many things, ranging from love, depravity, and hate. Eating something because you love it so much you want to become one with it, being overcome with desire that you must eat the other to saciate your hunger, consuming your enemies so you can absorb their strength and laugh as they are reduced to nothing more than fuel to your body.

It is usually something very violent.

While not fully shown, it is easy to imagine the process of eating an entire being with one's bare hands to be a messy ordeal. Killing by itself is already dirty and violent enough, but eating one's own kill like an animal is truly something else.

It makes me wonder about how broken Arjuna's mind was at the time, as he accepted the need to do something so extreme. Baring himself, tearing the gods apart with his own hands, taking them bite after bite, enduring the taste and the sin.

The third panel says more than enough.

He hated it.

This also reminded me of a certain piece of information delivered to us during LB4: he refused to devour and absorb Karna, even after effectively killing him with his noble phantasm.

While the story paints it as a sign of Arjuna's distastes for Karna as his rival, I never really bought into that explanation. Thinking deeper, I do believe that there were other factors that played a role in this decision.

If he truly hated Karna, I believe he would have eaten him - it would have been the ultimate demonstration of power, and to devour him after killing him in his own terms would be incredibly cathartic... In theory.

One could say he was far too removed from his humanity to care about his feelings for Karna, but we know that this isn't exactly true either; it is Karna, after all, that ends up being able to reach Arjuna's core, his humanity, which he hadn't truly lost but actually buried away, hidden deep under his skin.

I believe he spared Karna as a call for help.

Arjuna Alter's origin story is nothing more than a tragic tale, full of trauma and horrible, complicated feelings. He wants to get rid of it all, to discard and erase them away - to remake the world over and over, until there are no traces of suffering, of the things he lost, the sins he commited.

But it's impossible to erase one's own flawns; in Arjuna's mentality, that would mean erasing himself. Karna says so directly to his face, making him confront himself and do some actual self reflection after centuries of denial.

Of course, this doesn't mean that other characters wouldn't have been able to figure this out themselves and have this dialogue with him; however, having it coming from Karna hits him different. It makes him realize how far he has come, to the point that he isn't, as he directly says shortly before dying, the man he used to be.

Arjuna never wanted to become evil. He never wanted to lose his humanity. All those violent things he did, stripping himself from who he was raised to be, it was all an act of desperation.

He never wanted to lose his ties with Karna, as severing them would make his world imperfect, exposing him to the flaws that are his own feelings, the fact that he isn't as emotionally detached as he wanted to become.

Karna needed to exist to save Arjuna from himself. Karna needed to exist to become his downfall.

Arjuna Alter, unconsciously, bared himself to be devoured by Karna, as only destruction could be his salvation now.

And Karna saved Arjuna, both god and human, at the end of the world.

#fate grand order #fgo #arjuna #arjuna alter #karna #this was supposed to be a small post but i got possessed #i feel like i went on 5 different directions i am so sorry #anyway i needed to get these thoughts out #also this is all my interpretation you don't have to agree with me #it's all very subjective i believe #hyperfixation go brrrrrrrrrrrr #long post #mine

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olivers-cocoapuffs · 1 year

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Before it all went to shit, James was quite enjoying his book thank you very much. It was one that Regulus had suggested for him, and Remus had been pleased that James was taking an interest in ‘actual’ literature.

Remus burst into the dorm room, startling James and Sirius, who had been painting his nails. Both James and Sirius watched as Remus stood in the door way, trying to catch his breath. He looked like he’d run a very long distance, very quickly.

“Moony? What’s wrong? Has something happened? Are you okay?” Sirius asked in rapid secession, and James could hear the rising hysteria in every question.

Remus moved over and sat down beside Sirius, making sure to shut the door behind him. He carefully took the nail polish brush out of Sirius hand and screwed it back into the bottle, setting it aside.

“Moony?” Sirius asked, sounding uncertain.

Remus took a deep breath. “It’s Regulus”

Sirius immediately relaxed, assuming that it was just his brother being a git, as usual. Remus shook his head. James was tense, paying attention to Remus, trying to figure out what the next words out of his mouth would be.

He had a suspicion of course, but that doesn’t mean that he wanted to be right. Because if he was right, he’d never be able to see Regulus ever again.

“Pads.. he took the dark mark.” Remus said, just loud enough for James to hear him on the bed beside them.

James inhaled sharply, and Sirius snapped back into his rigid posture. “What?”

“Are you sure?” James demanded, refusing to believe Remus, even though he knew deep down that Remus had no reason to lie.

Remus regarded him, his eyes full of sadness and regret, and he nodded.

Sirius cried out and pulled himself into Remus, burying himself in his boyfriends arms and sobbing.

James stood up swiftly and grabbed his wand, map and invisibility cloak. Sirius was too distraught to notice him leaving, and Remus already knew.

James clipped the cloak on and opened the map, scanning it quickly. He found Regulus’ name in the astronomy tower, as he did every other night.

James started working in that direction, trying to sort through his thoughts and trying to process the whole ordeal.

He knew that they wouldn’t be end game, and he understood why. But maybe there was a little part of him that wanted it to all be okay, the small part of his brain that was still in denial.

Regulus didn’t seem surprised when James appeared in the Astronomy tower, just regarded him carefully. “Lupin told you, didn’t he?”

“Why did you do it, Reg?” James asked, his voice cracking.

“You know why James. Don’t act like you don’t.”

“It’s bullshit! You don’t even believe any of that crap, and You’re miserable.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.” Regulus sneered. “It’s what I have to do, for my family.”

“What about you though?” What about me

Regulus ignored that comment. “You knew from the beginning that this was going to happen, you knew that you couldn’t save me.”

“But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less!” James yelled, tears streaming down his face.

Regulus’ mask cracked for a split second, and James could see the fear and determination. “It won’t hurt in a few months.”

“So you’re just leaving me then? You’re not even going to try to leave them?”

“I’m not Sirius.”

and that, that hurt more than it should’ve. It stung deep beneath the surface, and James hated the affect the words had on him.

“I know you’re not, but you can’t stay there.” James said weakly.

“I don’t have a fucking choice, James!” Regulus roared. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Because the truth is, he doesn’t have a choice. And they both know it.

“I need you.” James whined pathetically.

Regulus shook his head firmly. “No you don’t.”

James reached out towards him, trying to grab some part of Regulus that he could keep. Trying to cling desperately to the before. Regulus stepped backwards, out of reach.

So close, but so fucking far. Like some sort of great big fucking tragedy.

“I can’t-“ Regulus started, but a sob escaped his throat.

James stepped forward and tugged Regulus into a hug. Tucking him into his arms, like he could shield him from the world. James stroked his hair gently, and pressed a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head.

Regulus stepped back with a shakey breath, and removed the silver Leo constellation ring he wore on his left middle finger. He conjured a matching sliver chain, and slid the ring on.

James let Regulus step closer again, to clasp the necklace around his neck. He let Regulus kiss him softly, gently, on the mouth. He let Regulus walk out of the Astronomy tower, without looking back.

When he was sure Regulus was gone, James collapsed on the floor, sobs wrecking through his body. He clutched the ring in his hand and let his grief flow out of him freely.

#James potter #Prongs <3 #Regulus black #starchaser #Canon compliant #they were both dead within five years #Drabble

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denim-mixtapes · 2 years

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Diamonds and Rust [3/5: The Truth] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 2.1K Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, uncharacteristically shy Eddie, Dustin and Steve being annoying wingmen Summary: Eddie's been acting different ever since you got back from your time off. Maybe the mystery mixtape you found in a pile of donations has something to do with it. [Part 1] [Part 2] [Also on Ao3]

A/N: SO sorry this took so long, I decided I hated it and had to rewrite the entire back half. Also I forget how demanding my job is sometimes so I make promises that something will get posted and end up working two 12+ hour shifts in a row. ANYWAY, enjoy these awkward lil nerds.

When you return to work on Monday from your mini vacation, it’s to a heaping pile of new donations and a note from your manager that he ‘didn’t have time’ to process any of them in your absence. You pluck the sticky note from the wall and roll your eyes when the adhesive peels flecks of paint off the wall. Sometimes being the sole employee of a store has its perks, but more often than not it just means that you are the only one left to do the owner’s dirty work. Throwing it into the trash with a roll of your eyes, you decide there’s no time like the present and dig in.

It’s mostly clothes, but the sheer volume of the pile is enough to keep you busy into the afternoon.

When Eddie shows up like clockwork, he isn’t his usual self. His demeanor is different, more timid. His hands are shoved in the pockets of his jeans and his approach to the counter is a lot slower than usual.

“Hey!” You greet him cheerfully, peeking over the top of the mountain of clothing you have on the counter. “Missed you yesterday!”

“Hey, yeah,” he comes to a stop in front of you and reaches up to nervously rub at the back of his neck. The motion ruffles his hair and you bite back a laugh. “I didn’t know this place could run without you.”

“I’m not so sure it did,” you scoff, shoving the pile aside to lean your forearms on the counter, “Gary may own this place but he’s about as useful as ol’ Spot over there.” You jab your thumb in the direction of the old beagle statue that stands by the register. It’s never been for sale, so after your first few months working here you ended up naming it.

Eddie actually squats down to pet the damn thing and chuckles, “now don’t say that, you’ll hurt poor old Spot’s feelings over here.” He’s still laughing when he stands back up, but his brow is furrowed and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of him. Hands stuffed back in his pockets he continues, “Speaking of Gary, he didn’t, uh…did he give you anything this morning? Like maybe something was left for you?”

Your own brows come together in confusion and gesture to the mess beside you, “other than the heap of donations he didn’t care to process, no, not so much.” Then, narrowing your eyes at the boy before you, “why? Did he say something to you?”

His “no!” comes a little too quickly, and he laughs it off, repeating it softer this time, “no I just…he doesn’t seem to work much, does he? You’re always here, I guess you might have been welcomed back with a promotion or a raise or…shit, I don’t know.” You don’t fully believe him. Something is off that you can’t quite place, but he gives you no time to think about it, looking at where a watch would be on his wrist if he were actually wearing one, and then pointing over his shoulder toward the door. “You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t actually have much time to chat today, gotta run to band practice.”

You stutter out your goodbye, but he’s gone before you can fully say anything else.

Over the next few days, every time you see Eddie, it’s just as weird as the last. His visits are even more brief and frantic than usual. It’s almost like a routine.

2 PM.

He bursts through the door with a flourish and spouts some dramatic grand greeting with a false kind of confidence that is nothing like his usual tenacity.

Straight for the music section. He looks briefly at the shelf of records but his target is the box of cassette tapes underneath it. He’s surrounded by the clattering of plastic as he digs through them.

He’s looking for something, and quite frantically, you observe…but every time you offer to help him look, he’s waving you off with a noncommittal noise and a soft apology.

Four days after your return, you’ve finally made it to the bottom of the donation pile. You were starting to think that the old man must have dug up some extra merchandise from the back or personally brought in his family’s entire estate just to keep you busy, but the light at the end of the tunnel is finally near.

Under the mounds of fabric there are a few knick knacks and accessories, but what really catches your eye is the single cassette tape sitting all by itself.

Upon closer inspection, there’s a handwritten tracklist on the cover. You scan the titles quickly, but don’t pay too much attention. While your shop sells all sorts of second-hand goods, including records and cassettes, mixtapes aren’t typically accepted. They’re unpredictable, often personalized with voice recordings, and quite frankly, unsellable. Still, there’s no harm in giving it a listen yourself before tossing it. You pop it into the stereo behind the counter and press play before moving on to continue with your busywork.

After the first few songs, you start to get the feel for the tape. Whoever made it clearly had a vibe in mind when they did, with heavy rock influences, some names you definitely recognize but some you don’t. Every few songs there’s something new you don’t recognize, but all of them you thoroughly enjoy, and you find yourself smiling and nodding your head to the beat as you move around the store dusting off furniture and organizing the clothing racks.

Eddie doesn’t come in all day.

Not that you’re looking for him.

Of course not, but when you see the same person almost every day at the same exact time, it becomes a part of your routine. You’ve come to expect and even look forward to his visits, and truth be told you were quite excited to show him this tape. It practically has his name written all over it, and since you aren’t allowed to sell mixtapes anyway, you figured he would enjoy taking it off your hands.

But he doesn’t come in. Not for the next two days, and you’re starting to worry.

By Saturday, you’re starting to think something must have happened to him. There’s no way he would just disappear like this, right? Perhaps you didn’t know him quite as well as you had thought, but still, after seeing him and chatting with him every day for months now, you would think you’ve gotten to know him pretty well…and he doesn’t seem like the type to just disappear on you without a word.

As if the universe heard your worrying, just as Charles is leaving with the latest find to surprise his wife with, here comes Eddie.

Except he’s not alone.

He’s flanked by Steve Harrington and a teenager who you can only describe as a younger version of the two of them put together. Eddie is pinching the bridge of his nose while the other two talk over each other animatedly. They stop inside the door, Eddie turning his back to you to face the other two, and places his hands on his hips in annoyance while the other two prattle on. You don’t catch much, but every so often you can hear a few key words. Come on! and tape and you dumbass and Henderson, shut the fuck up. You watch on, amused, but try not to eavesdrop. They’re cute, honestly, arguing like brothers. A smile tries to fight its way onto your face but you bite it back, not knowing the severity of the situation. After a few moments of hushed arguing and annoyed scoffs, Steve takes Eddie by the shoulders and turns him in your direction. The other kid (Henderson, you presume) gives him a little shove in the center of his back, sending him stumbling toward the counter, and they both whisper-shout, “Just tell her!”

You wave with a sheepish smile, not wanting to let onto what you heard, and you notice the other two boys slip back out the door, still whispering animatedly to each other.

“Bandmates?” You ask, pointing to the front window of the shop where the two of them can be seen trying to act nonchalant and definitely not like they were trying to watch.

Eddie barks a laugh and shakes his head, “no, no, they wish. Harrington could never be that cool. Dustin, maybe, but nah. They’re just friends of mine.”

Nodding thoughtfully, you move on, not wanting to bring up the conversation you just overheard but not knowing what else to say. “Where have you been all week?” He flinches at the question and you soften your expression, “It’s been real quiet around here is all. Missed having you around.” It's as much of an admission as you’ll allow yourself to make right now.

“Yeah uh…” He pauses. You once thought you had seen all sides of Eddie Munson. Excited, eager, angry, enraged (never at you but always about something trivial), but he was always confident. He always carried himself like he never cared what anyone thought, but this is new. He seems nervous, more so than he has been the last few in-and-out stops to the store. “...Sorry about that. I-”

There’s a clatter from outside, and when you both look to the window, Dustin’s face is pressed up the window, glaring, and Steve looks just as exasperated as ever.

“Fuck, okay.” Eddie laughs nervously and continues, “did a mixtape turn up in your donations after last week?”

You light up at the question, and nod excitedly, reaching under the counter to retrieve the tape from the milk crate. “Yeah! I actually set it aside for you,” you can feel the heat under your skin as you flush. “We aren’t allowed to sell personalized stuff like that, so I gave it a listen and I thought you’d really like it.”

His color deepens as well, mirroring your own blush. It’s a sight you could get used to, the rosy cheeks and soft smile on his lips. A hand runs through his hair and he shakes his head with another laugh.

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t really supposed to be donated.” Another ruckus from outside, and Eddie gestures rudely behind him, but doesn’t break his focus on you. “I…brought it in for you. I mean, I made it for you, but when I came in to give it to you, you weren’t here, so I kind of panicked and left it with your boss…I see now that was a mistake.”

“Oh.” Blinking in surprise, you look down at the tape again and notice the notes next to each track. They’re lengthy, and you never paid them any mind because you didn’t know you had to.

“So you’re right, I do like it.” Another laugh, this time more confident and amused, “but the question is, do you?”

Your heart flutters at the vulnerability in his voice when he asks. Holding the tape to your heart, you can’t stop the smile from breaking out on your face when you nod. “I’ll have to give it another listen, now that I know the intention behind it, but yeah, I really do.”

“Sick,” he mumbles, and you swear you can see him shake a fist in celebration, but the counter hides it well.

Your own responding laugh is music to his ears when you ask, “Is that what you’ve been looking for in the music section so frantically?”

“Yes!” He throws his head back dramatically, twirling in place with a heavy sigh before stopping and leaning on the counter again. “I didn’t know if you would recognize my handwriting, or worse, if someone else would. Christ knows what kind of shit I would get into if any of the guys from Hellfire or the band would say if they got their hands on it, let alone any of those assholes I didn’t graduate with.”

“Fair.” you nod and look back down at the tape, fiddling with the corner of the tracklist paper idly. “So, hey,” at the inquisitive tone of your voice, Eddie's eyes perk up, brows raising. “What if we listened to this together? Instead of me reading all this alone, you could tell me all about it?”

Curls bounce around his head as he nods eagerly, a tight lipped smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, I think that could be arranged.”

He leaves that day with an extra pep in his step, your home phone number on a sticky note in his pocket, and a chorus of shouts and high fives from the two boys outside. You spend the rest of your shift unable to stop smiling or your pulse from racing. You can’t wait until closing time, when you were promised a phone call to set up a date.

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