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harufluff · 11 months

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txt as romantic tropes

warnings - cursing, breaking up??, let me know if there's any more.

wc - 2.6k (all together)

genre - txt x fem!reader (individually written), established and un-established relationship aus, idol au and non-idol au, angst and fluff

yeonjun

bully turned lover

honestly high school felt like another lifetime. your entire high school experience was mostly just you trying to get through all your classes and get into a good collage. sadly there isn't a high school experience without some downs. choi yeonjun. your high school bully. popular as he was, he wasn't necessarily the nicest guy around. you would never in any universe consider him a friend or anything more.

girls would swoon over him and his good looks, but you saw right through that. little did you know that made you a target for him. the constant words being thrown at you by himself and his friends, the ongoing harassment. obviously high school was not a great couple of years for you.

thankfully after graduation, you decided to take a couple of years off before college. just have fun and be an adult. dating is naturally part of that "adult experience". over the time you were out of school you decided to go on some randomly scheduled dates. whether they be from online dating, or set ups from friends.

anyway back to real time, cute cafe date with some guy you thought was nice on some random dating site. honestly it wasn't that fun, but at least you could get a coffee and not look lonely.

'i'm gonna go get a few napkins ok?'

your date asks you while beginning to sit up. you nod with a small smile. you take your phone out while he walks around to the front counter and asks the employee for napkins. your about to put your phone away, when there is a light tap to your shoulder.

'uhm...l/n y/n?'

your head turns around at the sound of your name being called by a familiar voice. you turn your head to see choi yeonjun. your high school bully in the flesh.

'y-yeonjun?'

your eyes grow wide at the sight of him. you briefly exchange simple "how have you been"'s and "what brings you hear"'s. to which you answer that you're on a date, and he tells you he was just in the area and wanted a drink.

'uhm...i just wanted to say, that i was a jerk in high school towords you. i really am sorry. i had always thought it was cool of me to be acting like that, but i realized after we graduated how stupid i was."

yeonjun continued his entire apology speech to you before you stopped him and asked him what the point of this was, while also thanking him.

'i was wondering, i-if you were free tomorrow?'

you smiled at his gesture and accepted his invitation. you simply gave him your number and he promised to text you when he got the chance. you smiled at him as he walked away. as your date came back he asked,

'who was that?'

'a friend.'

soobin

rejected to lovers

today was the day he was gonna do it. soobin was gonna confess his feelings to you. he knew he had a small chance of you feeling the same way. but he had confidence! confidence that you would like him too.

the cocky side of soobin coming out, he thought that you could like him. he was good looking, a sophmore like you, good personality, polite, and he was never rude or imposing.

so here he was, standing out in the courtyard, holding a flower out to you. his head was down and his eyes were closed, in hopes you wouldn't see him embarrassment. your eyes are wide, and mouth is slightly agape. you look down at the flower in his hands.

'uhm...i'm sorry, but...i don't feel the same way."

soobin looked back up with you, before bowing once again, handing you the flower, and running away to somewhere you don't know. honestly you didn't know what happened from there. you didn't interact with him as much after that.

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ahh finally. senior year was here. the years prior went by fast. stressful assignments that are finally done and gone, the long hours of studying for a test are finally over with, and hopeless relationships that you initiated, and one that you didn't, and declined.

oh yeah. you remember that, when a boy you had liked in middle school confessed his feelings to you in the courtyard with a flower in hand. every since that day, you had thought about it more and more. sometimes you still wonder why you declined. sometimes you wondered if you lost feelings, or were just too oblivious to realize.

honestly, deep down you know if you said yes that day everything would change. maybe you did have a crush on him now, but you knew he wouldn't take you back after that. damn it he probably hates you!

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soobin was on your mind every freakin day. literally there was nothing you could look out without thinking about him. fuck it. you were gonna at least write him a note telling him you liked him and you were sorry. save yourself the embarrassment of being rejected face to face. damn it. that's what he you did to him...

at that realization you screwed the note, ran to his house after 7th period and prepared yourself for rejection, because goddammit you knew what was about to happen.

you rung the doorbell of his home, and for some reason was surprised to see your classmate there, uniform still on, hair shaggy, and a surprised expression prominently taking over his face.

'h-hey, y/n. uhm, what are you doing at my house...?'

your face mirrored his when he asked that simple question.

'i just wanted to say i'm sorry for sophomore year. i don't know what i was thinking when i said that. to be honest with you i was pretty much in love with you all of middle school and probably now too, i'm just too much of an idiot to realize that until now.'

you rambled out. his mouth with now in an "o" shape. what the heck did he just hear??! his crush of two plus years is literally confessing to him that she's been in love with him since middle school?!

'ok then. let's start over. hi, im choi soobin, and i'm in love with you too'

(sorry this one was a bit confusing :/)

beomgyu

other side personality shown

the world knew beomgyu as the meme of an idol. the happy go lucky mood maker member of txt. that wasn't how you knew him though. you knew him as the caring, well thought out guy who casually told you he liked you a couple of years prior.

you knew him as the chill guy who you met on some dating sight, fell in love with, and found out he was an idol. honestly that didn't change anything for you though. if anything it made your trust for him better.

the fact that he was able to continue talking to you while also having the responsibility of being an idol and keeping something from you that he shouldn't be throwing around on a dating website.

you saw the smart man behind the outgoing personality he had with his friends. the calm and relaxed romance was always the guy you saw when you opened the door.

'hey.'

beomgyu said with a sweet smile on his lips. he was pretty much beaming, but in a different way than he does with his friends. with his friends its a constant mischievous smirk. with you its a look of love and admiration.

'hey gyu.'

for the rest of the night you sat in each other comfort and the silent night outside you window. thanks to your boyfriends busy schedule, these rare times where you can be together in the kitchen and make ramen are precious.

so here you are standing at the stove stirring the ramen and adding in the powder to the mix, while beomgyu is washing the dishes that were still sitting in the sink from the other night when he was over.

'its done!!'

you say happily turning around and proudly pointing to the ramen on the counter. he snaps his head around and dips his head down to smell the comforting ramen smell. but before standing back up to his level he leaves a quick peck on your lips.

'sorry. i had to'.

his playful side coming out, you smile and decide to peck his lips back. with that small interaction between lovers, he drops the towel in his hands and brings you closer by your hips. his head turns to the side as he sweetly kisses you.

with you there was no competition. no constant need to be better than his hyungs. obviously you love everside of the guy, but this special side that only you get to see is by far your favorite.

taehyun

oblivious x oblivious

'HE LIKES YOU WHY DON'T YOU REALIZE IT.'

was what your best friend was currently yelling at you. she was always on your back about your love life even though you told her not to. but there's no way to stop the people who care about you.

well anyway, she was talking about taehyun. you had known him since senior year when he transferred to your school and became a prominent part of your friend group.

he was never someone you would hang out with unless it was with someone else too. your friend group was pretty mixed, so multiple grades and girls and boys.

naturally that led to some crushes, which led to gushy relationships along with heartbreaks. you didn't want any part of that. and neither did taehyun.

'he doesn't like me.'

you answer turning your head and smiling to yourself. why does she push so hard. he doesn't like you and that's just it. end of conversation.

'boo'

you hear from the back of you. you flinch slightly at the cold hands being placed on your shoulders. fuck it was him. did he hear you? did he care? i guess he would have said something but whatever.

'oh hi...'

you say quietly as if you're trying to hide from him. he smiles at your small interaction.

'OH TAEHYUN!! we were just talking about-'

you clapped your hand around her mouth in order to stop the information from coming out. damn it, if you let her say one more thing your cover would be blown.

taehyun simply stood there then smiled and look at his feet.

'ok then, well i better get going. see you y/n'

you nodded and said your goodbyes as well. she gave you a look of disappointment and a hint of side eye. to be honest you felt the same way. maybe if you had just let it play out he it would have worked out. it doesn't matter anyway he doesn't like you.

'WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU'

your friend says right after you lift your hand gently from her mouth. you look at her with a blank look.

'why don't either of you realize you like each other.'

normally in moments like this you would defend your understanding, that he doesn't feel the same way. but this time was different. you were so close to even the slightest chance of being with him. but you let it slip away.

you look down at your feet before turning around on your heel and walking in the direction taehyun did. you didn't look back, but you knew by the silence that your friend was smiling.

'taehyun!!'

you yell while waving your hand to get his attention. he turns around from where he stood a good 10 feet away from you. you stopped in your tracks and made eye contact with him. neither of you moved in that moment that felt like it was just to two of you.

'i like you!!'

you yell, closing your eyes, too scared of what the outcome will be. maybe he would walk away and not say anything. maybe he will come up to you and tell you you're weird. maybe he'll just flat out reject you.

you open your eyes to the feeling of big, warm hands cupping your cheeks. your eyes blink open and you see his tall, broad figure standing above you.

'i like you too'

huening kai

opposites attract

he was everything you didn’t want. he was exactly the opposite of what you wanted in someone to be a relationship in with.

kai was crazy and loud, and had little to none idea what he was doing half of the time. or at least that’s what you thought.

on the other hand, you were exactly what he didn’t want. you weren’t someone to go out on midnight dates just for the fun of it. not the type of person to have flour fights with in the kitchen.

why the fuck would he want you then? well, guess your friends thought otherwise when they set you up together on a blind date.

the look of astonishment on your face when you saw him walk through the door of she semi nice restaurant one of your friends left you at.

eyes widened, mouth agape slightly. you were kinda pissed if you don’t say so yourself. he simply stood there with a smirk on his face as he walked towards you, knowing full well this wasn’t gonna work out.

‘hey.’

you look down and reply quietly with another hello. what the fuck were you doing here. you knew this wasn’t a good idea. it was a horrible one to be honest. your thoughts continued to run wild until his voice stopped you.

‘well, how about we just enjoy the night and tell our friends it went great, but we still don’t like each other.’

‘sounds good.’

you answered with another short reply. throughout the night went on, you noticed things about him. the small mole on the side of his neck, even the way he talked when he got exited.

you also learned things about him like, he stays up late playing games, and that his love for plushies is never ending, and he even pointed out that he doesn’t normally like people more down to earth like you, but he didn’t enjoy your company.

maybe after tonight you didn’t hate him so much anymore. as soon as it came, the end came as well. you paid the check and walked out of the restaurant maybe a little closer than you used to.

you said your goodbyes and started to walk back in the direction of your home, still thinking about how much fun you had.

sure it was just a simple dinner date, but you had more fun in that night than you did all week. maybe he wasn’t so different from you.

‘wait!!’

you hear being screamed from behind you. you turn around with a questioning look on your face as you stopped and started as he started jogging to where you were.

‘can i get your number?’

you stared at him with wide eyes as you contemplated what was happening.

‘please?’

a smile started to seep through your lips as you giggled at his delayed politeness. you nod enthusiastically and pass him your phone with the text screen open for him to fill in his number. he passes his phone in return.

god he’s so cute, you think to yourself. why did he have to be so different?

‘so, i know we’re different people, but i would really like to see you again soon. honestly, i really like you.’

he says, his head held down while handing you back your phone you you handing him back his.

‘i would like that.’

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haruka rants - i tried to use less common tropes. also thank you for continuing to support me even thought i haven’t been active as much lately. i haven’t been feeling very motivated to write.

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Van Vandalism

The not-so-long-awaited van vandalism fic based on this snippet! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have any title ideas, please let me know in the comments!

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Eddie was having a rough time. While the events of Spring Break were in his rearview, he was still facing the consequences of being branded a freak murderer by the police in a small town. The overzealous Christian townsfolk, now aware of his glaring differences and eccentricities, seemed to make it a goal to make his life as hard as possible. Eddie could hardly leave his trailer without being chased with metaphorical pitchforks. Whether it be by threatening to kick his ass at school or vandalizing his van in the grocery store parking lot, the people of Hawkins were relentless. Eddie didn’t really care about the threats to his own safety or even some minor beatings, he’d gotten used to it through his years of high school.

However, when the townsfolk started to come after Wayne is when Eddie got concerned. Wayne had lived in Hawkins his entire life and now the people that he grew up with, the people he was friends with, were turning on him because of Eddie. They were spray painting nasty words on the trailer, slashing the tires on the van, and smashing the windows on Wayne’s truck. And Eddie and Wayne? They were losing their patience. They didn’t have the extra money to fix the windows or keep replacing tires. Wayne was pulling doubles at the plant to try to bring in some more money and Eddie was picking up shifts at the garage but they still weren’t bringing in enough to cover for the damages.

One day after school, Eddie came out of the building to find all four of his tires slashed. He couldn’t even safely walk home either because old Herbert Green and his son had threatened to jump him the day before. So, he stood on the curb staring at his van for three minutes before tears started to drip down his face.

He didn’t deserve any of this. He didn’t hurt anyone. All he’d ever done was try to create a safe space for outsiders, the people that couldn’t feel safe anywhere else, and now he was paying the price. He wasn’t a murderer! He was just a gay metalhead kid who liked nerdy shit and couldn’t focus in school. But in the minds of all the townspeople, everything about him was grounds for a lifetime in prison.

He was still staring at his van when he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm. Eddie didn’t even think before spinning around with a fist in the air.

“Woah,” Steve said as he ducked out of the way of the punch. “Jesus Christ, Munson! I can’t get another concussion, do you even know what Robin would do to me?”

Eddie sighed in response and sagged against his van, Steve’s hand still wrapped around his bicep. “Sorry dude, you scared me. I wasn’t expecting Sir Steve to be back at his abandoned castle. Which quest hast summoned you to return to your former dwelling?”

Steve’s eyes squinted like they always did when he tried to translate Eddie’s language into modern English. God, it was one of Eddie’s favorite things about him. After a moment, the squint left his eyes and his mouth opened in understanding.

“You, man. The kids called and said the basketball team fucked up your tires. Thought you could use a ride,” Steve said and shrugged. He was still wearing the ugly Family Video vest over a gray polo that hugged his shoulders in all of the right places. “Eddie?”

He shook his head to snap out of it. No straight guy wanted their gay, albeit still in the closet, friend checking them out when they’re trying to do them a favor. Or so Eddie would imagine.

“Um, yeah. Yes please. I do need a ride. This is the third time they’ve pulled this shit and I won’t be able to afford new tires for a good three weeks. Fuck, how am I going to get to work now?”

Steve hummed before lightly smacking Eddie’s shoulder and ignoring his affronted glare. “I know! You can use my car! I mean, you’ll have to drop me off at work before school and pick me up after but other than that, I don’t really go anywhere anyways. You can just take the Beemer to work, school, and wherever else you go.”

Eddie was absolutely dumbfounded. Sure, he and Steve had become good friends after Spring Break but he was going to inconvenience himself by letting him take his car? “Stevie, I can’t take your car. What if you need it? It’s too much-”

“Eddie. Look man, you can use it for however long you need to. If I need it back, I’ll call you for the keys, okay? Just give me rides to work and pick up the kids if they need to go somewhere. The little shits aren’t riding their bikes anymore.” Steve told him and pressed his keys into the palm of Eddie’s hand. “Now, leave the van for now and give me a ride back to the video store, I still have 6 hours left on my shift and if I’m not back by the end of my break, Keith is going to lose his shit.”

Eddie just smiled and shook his head. He still couldn’t believe that Steve “The Hair” Harrington was actually a good dude. He’d dragged his sorry ass out of hell, lied to the cops to be his alibi, and now was loaning him his car just to make Eddie’s life easier. How’d he get so lucky as to have Steve in his life? Now if only he could get him to switch from the Tears for Fears moaning from the speakers to Metallica.

When they pulled up to Family Video, Eddie made a move to get out but Steve just grabbed his arm with a, “hey, wait. Where are you going? Your shift at the garage starts in 20 minutes.”

“Yeah so I have to go. If I start running now, I can make it before my lungs give out and kill me.” Eddie said, shaking him off.

“Dude. I was serious about you taking my car, I wasn’t just going to have you go out of your way to drive me to work in my own car. Take it and be back to pick me up at 11:30, okay? Have a good shift,” Steve murmured, patting Eddie’s hand and running into the store.

And then Eddie was left in the car alone, utterly bewildered and still reeling at Steve’s generosity. But he did have to go to work so off he went. Driving in the Beemer was a lot different than driving in the van. Firstly, there were no weird banging sounds coming from underneath the hood or any screeching noises of the brakes. The ride was silent aside from the horrendous pop music squealing from the radio station Steve had left on low. Next, the ride went smoother. Eddie didn’t have any jocks tailgating him or blonde-haired mothers glaring at him from the curb. He did receive a couple of double takes when other drivers realized it wasn’t Steve Harrington driving his signature Beemer but Eddie enjoyed the looks of shocked befuddlement. Huh, maybe Steve was onto something.

(What Eddie didn’t know is that everyone that took a double-take wasn’t wondering why Eddie Munson was driving his car but instead, when had Steve gotten back together with Nancy Wheeler?)

When Eddie finished his shift at the garage though and made his way to pick up Steve from work, goddamn Officer Callahan pulled him over. He hated this fucking guy. He especially hated how cocky he looked as he strolled up to the driver’s side window and leaned against it.

Eddie could only glare at him completely unimpressed as he asked, “can I help you, Officer?”

“Why, as a matter of fact, I think you can! You see, all day we’ve been getting calls of a curly-haired imposter joy-riding around in Steve Harrington’s BMW. Can you explain that?” Officer Callahan was smirking as he explained himself, obviously finding joy in interrupting Eddie’s peaceful night.

“I’m not joyriding, I went to work and now I’m picking him up from work. Steve lent me his car because someone slashed my tires for the third time this month. You’d know about that though, right? You know, considering I’ve tried to file a report each time. You ever going to do anything about that by the way?” Eddie rebutted.

“You expect me to believe that Steve Harrington let you, Eddie Munson, borrow his car? How much grass have you smoked?”

Eddie just sighed in frustration. “Look Callahan, I’ve tried to be nice but you’re pissing me off. Here I am, a law-abiding citizen, and you’re just accusing me of these heinous crimes? Grand theft auto, drug use, what’s next… murder? Oh wait! We’ve been there and I was found innocent of that too! Let me leave or next time I see the Chief, I’m going to tell him that his least favorite deputy was harassing me. Do you want Hopper mad at you? Is that what you need in your life?”

“What… um no. You don’t have to do that. Just, just get where you’re going and make sure Harrington gives us a call at the station about his car. Um, have a good uh night,” Officer Callahan said while awkwardly ambling back to his car.

Then, Eddie was off again. This time with heavy metal blasting through the Beemer speakers and through the open windows into the wind. He was going to pick up Stevie and treat him to a night full of movies, weed, and junk food like he deserved.

@doubleb11 @nburkhardt @zerokrox-blog @newtstabber @i-less-than-three-you @carlyv @trippypancakes @straight4joekeery

(@anzelsilver you're the only person who reblogged the snippet so here's a tag to the whole fic!)

#Steve appreciates the break from driving anyways so he might as well let Eddie use his car #his love language is acts of service and it shows #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #officer callahan #fanfic

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rbinsgf · 27 days

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Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto - Angst

We can ponder the question of which comes first between the soul and the body, argue about the very birth of a soul and the final death of a body.

We could also wonder what it means for both entity to be so intertwined within each other. The topic of soulmates has been bating the human brain for centuries, between myths and science, no one seems to find satisfaction in any theory whatsoever.

Alas, one would argue philosophy is only the getaway of the cowards, desperate to find answered to all their whys, terrified at the mere thought of a pointless existence.

And humans ARE cowards, so pathetically scared at the simple thought of nothingness. Loneliness is a form of nothingness. Humans are fragile creatures, unable to survive without peers.

That’s where the soulmate enters the performance of their life. Soulmates renders life more bearable, it gives it a direction, something to search for, a promised treasure, sweet and soft, assigned to every single individual.

But Life is nothing but sweet nor soft. It’s cold, it’s unfair, it’s illogical and unpredictable.

Souls, are a curse. And humans couldn’t bare it, too weak to handle this harsh reality. So they invented myths and legends to comfort themselves, forcing life to be more sweet and soft.

But their are forces out in the universe. Forces who watch and control. Forces who were offended by humans, weak creatures refusing to evolve the way it was planned and instead sought out comfort and soft arrangements.

Those forces were ultimately bored, and humans were becoming arrogant. And so they decided to punish them, using their own inventions against them.

Having a soulmates, it means that there’s someone out there who upon meeting you for the first time, will know of all your weaknesses and ugly parts. Having a soulmates, it means that there is someone out there who will accept and love your entire being. Having a soulmate, it means that your life has a direction, a meaning, a motivation, en end goal full of love and happiness.

Having a soulmates, it means that if you ever meet them, you are condemned to either die by their hand, or execute them with yours. Over and over, in every lifetime.

…

"At least curse me a little at the end"

Satoru Gojo exhaled. His mouth a straight line on his pale face, the bandages around his eyes remained unmoving. He could see Suguru Geto’s cursed energy slowly fading, like a bone fire slowly going out. It’s still warm, stable and comforting.

Satoru remembres sensing it for the first time. He was late for his first day at Tokyo’s Jujutsu Tech High School. It was his first year, and even then he was leisurely strolling down the hallway to his class.

That’s when it struck him. Behind the door of the room, right behind the corner. A cursed energy so warm, so comforting he felt he could nap in it for ever and ever. It was steady, with a slight edge to it. Something unpredictable, something exciting.

Satoru finally opened the door of the class 10 minutes late.

That’s when it struck him. A gaze so intense he felt his six eyes shudder under it. Dark, profound, cautious, intoxicating. Something dangerous and oh so comforting.

That’s when Satoru first met Suguru Geto.

…

Suguru sucked in a breath and chuckled, his hand gripping his bloody shoulder tightly.

That’s when Satoru crouched down, he opened his mouth and took a breath in.

…

"You could kill me, there’s meaning in that too"

Suguru never glanced back. His eyes glued to Shinjuku’s sidewalk. He focused all his might and will in ignoring Satoru.

His mind was set. His heart ached something cold and relieving.

Suguru could breath again. Stripped of his responsibilities as a Jujutsu Sorcerers, of his loyalty to a corrupted society.

Stripped of his devotion to what once was his.

Suguru had known from the exact moment he first sensed Satoru Gojo, without even seeing him, that he had been doomed to love him.

They are so perfectly opposed. So logically different.

The strongest. Plural.

Gojo’s techniques made him godlike. Unbreakable, untouchable. Forever allowed to keep curses and humanity at arm length.

Geto’s technique made him miserable. Vulnerable, rotten. Forever condemned to bear humanity’s sorrow within him.

…

The report read as follows :

Special Grade Curse User Suguru Geto has been executed by Special Grade Sorcerer Satoru Gojo following his defection and the events of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

This case is now closed.

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"Oh you found my student ID ! Thank you Gojo-Sensei"

Satoru smiled and looked up at the falling snowflakes.

Tears prickled at his covered eyes.

Flashes of dark hair and infinite eyes. Glimpses of smug lips and soft hands. Echoes of laughter and deep breaths.

Whispers of unkept promises. Loud vows and silent pleas.

At last, a warm light, unwavering, bright and calm. Forever kept within the confines of Satoru’s heart.

"I didn’t…my best friend did…"

What I didn’t tell you earlier is that. When a soul kills it’s other half, it also sacrifice a part of itself.

"My one and only."

And the pain ? It’s only soothed by bittersweet memories.

Which we can only hope, will never fade.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk gojo #geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu sorcerer #satosugu #satorugojo #satoru x suguru #gojo x geto #jjk angst #angst #satosugu soulmate #soulmates #reverse trope

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supernovafics · 1 year

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✧∘ଂ ࿐ ཾ 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑬'𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑬. ✭・.・✫・゜・

pairing: ex-bestfriend!steve x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k words

warnings: explicit language

series masterlist | last part — next part

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝ 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕. 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊’𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Dear Y/N,

I can’t believe

I don’t know

This is

Wow, this is hard. I don’t know how you did this.

It’s crazy difficult to express in actual words how surprised I was when I saw these letters. I swear I’ve reread them all at least three times now before I started writing this.

With the way everything abruptly ended between us, a part of me just never expected to hear from you ever again. Although I definitely always wanted to.

First, I wanna say that I don’t hate you and I could never hate you. Even though you pushed me away and I was upset with you for a while, I still never hated you.

Instead, I’ve found myself missing you a lot too, and I also always think about you in the most random of moments, but I could never muster up the courage to actually call or reach out either. Mainly because of everything that’s been happening here.

I always think about you when something fucked up happens, and a part of me feels glad that you left because I know you’re safe and doing well in California. (I’ve also asked my mom about you a lot too)

And since I know that you’re okay, I thought that if I ever did reach out to you it would just pull you into everything that’s happening here, and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I let that happen.

But then, at the same time, I’m so fucking glad that you sent these.

I haven’t moved past everything that happened, and although I tried to, especially after that party for my dad, which now almost feels like a different lifetime, I could never fully move on or forget about you and what we had.

You’re right, our friendship really was different from other ones. Back in middle school and then high school, you were the only person that I felt like I could talk to about absolutely anything, no matter how stupid it was. And although we haven’t talked in forever, you still are one of the most important people to me.

And as much as you wanna solely blame yourself for everything that happened, I think a lot of it is also my fault too.

Because yes, you pushed me away, but I kinda let you do it.

I could’ve tried harder. I could’ve tried harder to get you to talk to me. Especially that night of the Christmas party. I really regret not waiting outside the bathroom door until you were ready to talk about it all, instead of just leaving and kind of letting you go.

And, in a way, it’s kinda refreshing to now know that you were scared and that’s why you pushed me and our friendship away because I was scared too. It never once crossed my mind that you had feelings for me, and when you kissed me and then told me that you did that was so surprising. Mainly because I didn’t think you’d ever wanna end up with someone like me. In my head, I was almost certain that you’d go off to college, somewhere much cooler than Indiana, and meet and end up with a smarter, slightly older guy that actually knew what he wanted to do with his life; pretty much the complete opposite of me.

That first time I tried to talk to you a few days after everything happened, I think I was gonna tell you exactly that. That you didn’t really like me, and that there was no way that you could, because you could easily do so much better than me. And maybe that’s even still true now, I don’t know, I’m not sure, probably.

Those few weeks before you left were some of the most confusing weeks of my entire life. I constantly replayed our last conversation in my head, and how I wished it could’ve ended differently. I also wished that I could look inside your mind and know exactly what you were thinking and feeling about everything.

And it wasn’t really until the weeks after you left that it all kind of finally fell into place for me. I missed you a lot, so much more than a best friend would, and I always thought about you, and the fact that your old house and that small-ass playground were empty made me so fucking sad. Whenever I was with Nancy, I wanted to be with you, and it was probably insanely obvious how much I was pining for you.

I regretted not saying goodbye to you and I felt so shitty about not doing so. There were so many moments during those first few months that you were gone that I almost said fuck it and bought a plane ticket to California because I wanted to tell you what I was feeling and then kiss you again and it not get interrupted by either of us getting scared or nervous.

Of course, none of that happened because, at the same time, I didn’t know what was going on with you, and there were so many times when I almost called you to find out but didn’t. So, more weeks passed and then months, and then my dad’s stupid party came around and you were there.

Even though so much time had passed and we hadn’t talked in what felt like forever, I still wanted to tell you everything I had been feeling for the past year. But, then I didn’t, because you seemed so happy when talking about what was going on with you in California and your boyfriend.

And you’re completely right, all of the awkwardness and unfamiliar small talk between us that night did make it feel like our friendship was truly over, and that we couldn’t go back to how it was.

But even after that, there was still a part of me that wanted us to somehow fix everything we had and go back to that friendship. I thought you didn’t want to, though, because you seemed so happy with your life in California and so far past us and our friendship.

It’s kinda funny and also sad now knowing that wasn’t the case. So, of course, I wanna talk to you again, and hopefully, we can go back to something. Anything, really.

And as much I really love the letters and I would not hate it if we kept doing this, please call me. I really wanna hear your voice.

Love,

Steve

p.s. it’s not at all surprising to hear that you’re a film major, you’re meant for that. i’ve actually been working at a video store here. and yes, my movie taste is still shit but i was still able to get the job.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #steve harrington series #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine

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promptthebear · 1 year

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Kissmass Day 5

Prompt: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

CW: Angst with a fluffy ending. Unplanned pregnancy and conversations surrounding that. Swearing. Billy is a wee bit possessive

This can’t be happening

That thought echoed through your mind over and over, traipsing in seasick circles as you sat on the edge of the tub with your knees pulled up to your chest.

Across from you, on the lip of the sink, sat the thing that caused this mess in the first place. A pregnancy test, with its screen ominously reflecting back two pink lines like a flashing neon sign.

This can’t be happening

“Babe?”

The sound of Billy’s voice, half muffled by the bathroom door, involuntarily made you flinch. For the past hour you’d been hiding in here, trying your hardest to keep reality and the consequences you had to face firmly shut out. But it was no use. Billy wouldn’t wait forever.

“Are you okay in there?”

“I’m fine” you replied, trying to keep your voice even so he couldn’t tell you’d been crying.

“Do you…need any help?”

“I can pee on a stick, Billy!” that had come out a little sharper than you’d intended.

“Alright, alright. Look, can you come out, please? I wanna talk to you.”

You took a deep breath, then another, though they did nothing to keep your legs from shaking as you stood. It took six steps to get from the tub to the bathroom door, but it felt like a lifetime. You paused before reaching for the doorknob, the sound of the lock popping open almost deafening in the otherwise silence of your apartment.

Billy was waiting right outside the door, his body almost filling up the entire frame. One look at your red, puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and wobbly lips was all it took. He knew.

“Shit.”

You reached for him, your fingers just brushing the sleeve of his sweatshirt before he pulled away. A fresh round of tears began, and you let them fall freely down your cheeks, no longer caring if Billy saw you crying. The time for keeping up appearances had long since passed.

“Are you going to keep it?”

The question hung between you, resounding like the first shot fired in battle. You stared at Billy, who was now sitting on your couch, head in his hands. His sweatshirt was creased, his jeans stained from where he’d spilt coffee on them after you’d announced your fears to him earlier this morning. If he was anyone else, you wouldn’t think twice about them looking slightly dishevelled, but for Billy this was a glaring testament to just how unsettled he was.

“I don’t know.” that wasn’t the answer he wanted, but it was the only one you had to give. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well, it’s not exactly up to me, now is it?” he was looking at you now, his eyes as wet and red rimmed as your own “You’re the one who has to…to…”

You turned your face away from him, thumb in your mouth as you gnawed on a nail. It was a nervous habit left over from your childhood, one you were sure you’d broken yourself of until today.

“How did this happen?”

The look you gave Billy must have made your thoughts on the matter clear enough, because he held up his hands in supplication.

“Yeah, alright, stupid question. But you’re on the pill, aren’t you?”

You nodded, taking another shaky breath before replying

“Since high school. But it’s not reliable, you know? And I was on those antibiotics last month and sometimes that can…interfere.”

It was Billy’s turn to nod. His expression was unchanging, but the slight clench of his jaw and the way he kept tugging at his collar gave him away. He was just as scared as you were, maybe even more so.

“Are you sure it’s mine?”

“The fuck kind of question is that?!”

Your response exploded out of you, fuelled by all the sadness and fear you’d kept bottled up until now. Like Billy, you were trying to be strong, to deal with it like a grown up and remain objective. But this? Betrayal and rage twisted in your gut like a knife.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Billy was reaching for you, but you twisted away from his grasp “But we never said we were going to be exclusive and I just wanted to be certain that-”

“No.” you pushed past him, going to gather up your jacket, phone and shoes “Fuck that. Fuck you.”

Whatever Billy said next was drowned out by your front door slamming. You stormed into the hall, heading for the stairwell, not sure where you were going next and not caring, so long as it was away from here. Your eyes burned with tears and you roughly brushed them away with the back of your hand. Under normal circumstances, you almost never cried. It just wasn’t who you were. But clearly, your hormones didn’t give a shit.

You were almost to the landing of the next floor up when the sound of your name and the feeling of someone’s fingers closing around your wrist made you turn around. You weren’t sure why seeing Billy standing there, two steps below you, wild eyed and frantic, surprised you so much, but it did.

“Let go of me, you asshole. I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

Billy’s grip on your wrist tightened and he pulled on your arm, trying to bring you closer. You fought him, digging your heels in and gripping onto the railing with your free hand as though your life depended on it.

“No. I’m not going to lose you like this. And if you don’t wanna talk to me, that’s fine, but the least you can do is listen.”

It would’ve been easy enough to get free of Billy’s grasp, a well placed knee between his legs and you’d be gone. But there was something about the slight tremor in his voice and kicked puppy look on his face that gave you pause.

“I know this isn’t what either of us wanted” he said, his tone dropping low enough so that only you could hear “But we’ll work it out. If you want to go to the clinic and take care of it, I’ll give you the money. If you want to keep it then fine, but not without me. No way I’m letting my kid grow up the way I did.”

You all but melted into Billy’s arms, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude. He caught you easily, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his chin over your shoulder. You could smell his aftershave and the faint hint of coffee that still clung to the fabric of his sweatshirt.

There normally wasn’t much of a height difference between you two, Billy was only six foot after all, but your position on the stairs gave you a few more extra inches than usual. This meant that when you looked up, you were staring directly into his eyes, which were now wet with fresh tears and begging for your love.

Kissing him was as effortless as it had always been, your mouths fitting together as though they had been made for each other. You brought a hand up to cradle the back of Billy’s head, threading your fingers through his hair and circling your thumb over the sensitive spot where his neck and skull connected.

He made an appreciative hum in response, before breaking the kiss and coming up those two steps to close the distance between you. With your normal heights restored, you buried your face in Billy’s chest like you always did, reassured by the sound of his heartbeat in your ears and the feeling of his breath against the crown of your head.

It was going to take more than one kiss to make things okay again, you two were in for a long conversation when you went back inside. But for now, safe in the arms of the man who loved you, the father of your child who would do anything for you, it was enough.

#kissmas 2022 #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo fic #ben barnes

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twh-news · 6 months

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‘Loki’ Co-Star Ke Huy Quan on How ‘The Goonies’ Inspired His Character and Tom Hiddleston’s Acting Advice

SPOILER ALERT: This story includes discussion of major plot developments on “Loki,” which is currently streaming on Disney+.

Roughly 20 minutes after the news broke that the 118-day SAG-AFTRA strike had concluded, the first email I received from an actor’s publicist was for Ke Huy Quan. That’s how enthusiastic the recent Oscar-winning star of “Everything Everywhere All at Once” was to talk about his role on “Loki,” the Marvel Studios series for Disney+ that just wrapped up its second season. When he signs on to our Zoom chat for the interview, his face is beaming.

“I’ve waited a long time to talk about ‘Loki,’” he says. “Like, talking to you right now gives me a lot of joy.”

Quan plays Ouroboros, or “OB,” the head (and seemingly the sole employee) of the Repairs and Advancement Department of the Time Variance Authority — basically, the one person responsible for keeping the TVA’s machinery running. Quan is the most high profile new addition to the cast, which includes Tom Hiddleston in the title role and Owen Wilson as the TVA operative Mobius, and he was anxious at first about joining such a well-regarded show for its second season.

“They already have this camaraderie going on, this beautiful relationship,” he says. “So coming in, I was a bit intimidated. I didn’t know how I would fit in. From the get go, I felt this warmth, this beautiful acceptance with everybody’s wide open arms. They brought me in, and I felt right at home. It was wonderful.”

Quan rarely stops smiling as he talks about how his performances as a child in 1984’s “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” and 1985’s “The Goonies” informed his experience making “Loki,” how Marvel Studios’ films took him back into his childhood — and how Hiddleston guided him through mastering O.B.’s dense technical dialogue.

How has it been for you to not be able to talk about this performance?

When I got the role of Ouroboros, we were in London for four months shooting and I couldn’t tell anybody. I couldn’t tell my family. The only people who knew was my wife, my entertainment attorney — which is my “Goonies” brother — and my agents. We had the most amazing time, and I was so proud of it. I would fantasize about being all over the place with Tom and Owen and my “Loki” family to talk about it.

And then all of a sudden, Hollywood shuts down. It reminded me of when I got the movie of a lifetime, “Everything Everywhere All at Once,” I finished that with one day to go, and the entire world shuts down [in the pandemic]. But of course, the strike was very important for our union. I’m very proud of the work that they did. And I’m also super happy now that it’s over and “Loki” gets to have the celebration it deserves.

I want to go way back to “X-Men,” because you worked on the stunt team on that movie after you’d basically stopped acting, and that’s when you first met Kevin Feige.

Ah! He was an associate producer at that time, and I was just an assistant action choreographer. It was right after I graduated from USC Film School. I was really nervous, because I didn’t know if I would have a career behind the camera and I was really grateful when I got the call from Corey Yuen, who was the action director on “X-Men.” When I walked on set, I was just blown away. I met this young man and he had this vast knowledge of this universe, and he was so willing and so passionate to talk to me about it. Because I didn’t know a lot about Marvel. I loved Kevin Feige right away and, of course, many years later, when he became this huge producer at Marvel, I always wanted to work with him, but I didn’t know in what capacity. We would see each other once in a long while. Little did I know that 23 years later, we get to work together. I’m just so thrilled.

Did you develop a better sense of Marvel after you worked on “X-Men”?

Well, I was very focused on being on being the action choreographer. When that movie was over, I went on and did other stuff. It was not until Kevin Feige made the first movie, “Iron Man,” and I went to see it and I was just blown away by how entertaining, how fun, it was. I watched every single [Marvel Studios] movie that came out thereafter and became a huge fan of this universe. I know a little bit about this universe, but I can’t say I’m as knowledgeable as Kevin. But I really enjoy these movies. My family are huge fans.

What made you excited to watch them?

I grew up in an era where you go into movies like “Back to the Future,” “Indiana Jones” — all those fun summer blockbuster movies, those big event movies. Those were my happy memories. Going to watch a Marvel movie reminded me of my childhood. Those movies are meant to be shared with a mass audience, that communal experience in a movie theater with 1,000 people. I just love them.

“Loki” head writer Eric Martin told me that he based Ouroboros on family members of his who were tinkerers. How did you develop a character for yourself? What did you draw off to bring that character to life?

When I first read the script, I instantly fell in love with Ouroboros. You can see who this character is right away — his quirkiness, his humor, his passion for his job jumps right out of the page. In the process of trying to fine tune how I want to play him, something dawned on me. I realized that this character is familiar to me. I think I know who he is. I have to go back 35 years ago, when I play Data on “The Goonies.”

So many fans have come up to me, and the most asked question was, “Will there be a ‘Goonies 2’? And what is Data doing as an adult?” This character of Ouroboros is kind of my answer to that. I view him as a variant of Data. What’s really interesting is, on my first day, I’m in full hair and makeup and costume. I’m walking to the Ouroboros set. They built this amazing set on the second biggest stage at Pinewood Studios. I look up and I see the name of the stage is “Roger Moore.” Now as we all know, Data loves James Bond. The character 007 inspires him tremendously. So I feel like there’s some cosmic connections to this character and Data. Playing him was one of the greatest experiences I’ve had.

OB has a lot of technical dialogue. How did you master that?

It was hard! Adam, I’m telling you, it was not easy! In the beginning, I kept messing up my lines. My character is responsible for a lot of the exposition. So it would just be pages and pages of dialogue. I didn’t understand, what is the “temporal loom”? What is the “throughput multiplier”? I could barely say it in the beginning. I had to ask [executive producer] Kevin Wright: “You have to show me what it is.” I have to visualize it in my head in order for me to say this dialogue. So he showed me visuals. There was a miniature model of the temporal loom.

I even asked Tom Hiddleston. In Episode 6, he was just spitting out that dialogue at 100 miles per hour. I was blown away by his performance. I said, “Tom, how do you do that?” It comes so naturally for him. He talked about his method. He showed me how to do it. And of course, you know, I practiced it, and it worked.

What did he teach you?

Well, I mean, there’s no secret to it. It’s really looking at the dialogue and reading it very, very slowly the first few times, and then as you become more comfortable with it, then you start picking it up. It’s just that repetition, but start very slow. I do the opposite. I jump right in and I’ll practice it as if I will be saying it in camera. But his process is just start very slow and familiarize yourself with every single word. That’s the method that I’ve been using ever since.

After having seen every movie in the MCU, what was the experience of stepping inside one of their projects?

One thing that really surprised me was, when I heard people talk about these movies, they always said, you know, “There’s always a lot of visual effects, a lot of blue screens.” On “Loki,” it was a practical set. Everything was built. The only blue screen that we had was outside the window in the temporal loom chamber. Everything inside was practically built. We could touch it, we could see it, we could step on it. And it was incredible. It also brought me back to the days when we shot “Goonies” and “Indiana Jones.” All those were practical sets as well.

The season ends with Loki becoming the god of stories and in effect sacrificing himself to bring order to the multiverse. What did it feel like to be on the inside of that revelation?

We didn’t get access to Episode 6 until later on. When I read it, I was blown away, because it was not the direction I was expecting. I got so emotional because the character arc of Loki is one of the most beautiful arcs I’ve seen in cinema history. He started 14 years ago as a selfish villain, and to end at the Episode 6 of “Loki” Season 2, how he made this tremendous sacrifice without recognition. Nobody knows he did this, except the team. Nobody on the sacred timeline knows that he’s given up his freedom, he’s given up all these wants and needs, to be on that throne and hold everything together. That is just beautiful. I just love it. I just think it’s so poetic and so beautiful. It’s a perfect ending to a perfect character.

How much of an indication has Marvel given you about OB’s future in the MCU?

I haven’t had any conversations. I love OB. I love playing him. It makes me so happy that the audience is responding to this character. When I first got the call from Kevin Feige and he asked me to come join the MCU family, I asked him, “Is this a one-time thing? Or are we going to be able to see more of him?” Because I loved him on the pages. And he says, “Ke, we always give what the fans want.”

So I hope the fans like OB enough and I want to see him in more MCU movies and television shows. We will find out, but no, I haven’t had any discussions with anybody yet.

#loki #loki series #loki season 2 #Ke Huy Quan #interview #article #Variety

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On the uneventful day of November 12, 2012, as a 15-year-old sophomore in high school, during my math period, I doodled a pony in the margins of my notes. That afternoon, I went home, drew up a digital reference, and made a blog for her. I thought it’d be a fun thing to do in my free time.

I had no idea how important she’d become to me.

(The rest of my rambling reminiscence on the past decade is below the cut.)

Thank you all so much for 10 years of Ask Desert Eagle. I wouldn’t have lasted this long without you. Hope you will stick around!

The last decade has been... a lot. I mean, when you’re going from 15 years old to 25, a lot happens anyway--but I had a bit more going on than just growing pains. It’s why my update schedule suffered so much.

It is a very weird feeling to think about how someone could have grown up with my blog in the same way I did. 15 to 25 sounds like a lifetime, and it certainly felt that way. During my time in the ‘Tumblrpon’ community, I forged friendships that last to this day, and many more that I’ve since drifted away from or lost contact with, but remember fondly. I experienced the death of a friend for the first time; rest in peace, Rusty Nail. I graduated high school. I graduated college. I moved out. And now I’m here.

The glory days of Tumblrpon are over, that much is evident, but I’m glad I was here during them. I’m likely never going to get more eyes on this comic than I did back then. I have no idea how many of you 5,300 people are still around! I would understand if you weren’t; a maximum of two years between pages is a very long time. I harbor a lot of guilt over maintaining possibly the worst webcomic update schedule I’ve ever seen. What an achievement!

Surprisingly, though, I’m not blaming myself as hard as I used to. I used to think it was my fault; that I was lazy, or that I just wasn’t diligent enough to work on such a long-lasting project. But then I started getting treated for ADHD. Turns out, I was tired. I was tired for so, so long. There was a layer of fog on my brain I didn’t even know was there, less hours in the day than anyone else because of my energy levels. I’ve been forcing myself out of bed at noon for my entire adult life and now I don’t even need an alarm to be up at 8 am. That’s crazy!! It’s like magic!! If all this sounds relatable to you, talk to a psychiatrist! It could change your life.

The problem isn’t 100% fixed, of course; my chronic illnesses do still affect my life, but this is the closest I’ve felt to being a normal, functioning human being in more than a decade, and I very much hope the effect lasts.

Because--unsurprisingly--I still feel deeply for this story and I want to see it through. I thought I’d lose interest eventually, but I haven’t. My love for Deagle has endured years of burnout, self-esteem issues, and guilt about my update speed, and come out unscathed. So I figured at this point it’s safe to say I’m probably not going to change? Like, it’s been a decade. So many people have moved on... but I’m still here. What’s a few--perhaps several--more years to complete this comic? I’m game if you are.

I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. See you next page. :)

#ask desert eagle #mlp oc #mlp comic #mlp ask blog #ten years. wow.#i was attempting to complete this the day of the 12th but you know how it goes #better late than never!#yes the hieroglyphs mean something. yes i am insane

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injoontz · 6 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ━ 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

pairing. lee haechan/donghyuck x fem!oc starring. lee donghyuck, hong sumi (oc) featuring. huang renjun, na jaemin, zhong chenle, park jisung genre. harry potter au, fluff warnings. none word count. 2.7k

synopsis. in which hong sumi loses a bet to lee donghyuck ↳ haechan!slytherin x oc!hufflepuff

His loud scream was the first thing that Sumi heard that morning. Sumi grumbled a long string of curses to herself before she lifted her head off of the table. Looking around the Great Hall with groggy eyes, Sumi found the source of the disturbance.

Lee Donghyuck.

Sumi was never fond of him. Or at least, she liked to convince herself she wasn’t. Whenever he was with his friends, he was loud and energetic, causing more disturbances in the span of ten minutes than Sumi ever did in her entire lifetime. Arguably, he was one of the most obnoxious people she had ever met. Yet she somehow kept finding herself watching him, noticing little things he did and the little bits and pieces that others might miss.

Under his bubbly personality, Donghyuck was really a gentle soul. When he’s without his friends, Donghyuck actually seemed to be tolerable to Sumi. She liked it when he was quiet and thoughtful and she appreciated how approachable he was to everyone.

Unfortunately for Sumi, today was one of those moments where she couldn’t necessarily appreciate Donghyuck’s presence. His howling screams and loud laugh cut through the Great Hall and greatly disturbed Sumi’s peace and quiet.

Sumi gave a tired look at the energetic brunette before putting her head back on the table. The Great Hall was filled with chatter and the clatter of utensils against plates that morning. All the students were excited for the day since it would be the first quidditch match of the season. Slytherin vs Hufflepuff.

All around the Great Hall, students dressed in black robes were eating happily with their Hogwarts Houses. From across the hall, Slytherins and Gryffindors glared at each other while Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws talked amongst themselves, occasionally waving hello to their friends outside of the house.

“Is she really sleeping?”

“Seems like it,”

“Should we wake her up? All the food will be gone,”

Sumi let out a groan and tried to hide her face further into her arms when she felt someone start to shake her. She lifted her hand and swatted away the person’s hand. Her friends laughed before going back to their food and chatting. Jisung sighed and poked Sumi in the face with his free hand.

“Will you please eat,” he said more than asked.

“I’m not hungry,” Sumi replied, “Let me sleep,” she heard Jisung sigh before he began to eat his food. Sumi exhaled gently before opening her eyes and sitting up.

She was greeted with a bright smiling face and she could already hear his teasing tone before he even opened his mouth.

“Good morning,” Chenle smiled.

Sumi gave him a bored look and picked up a piece of toast and put some eggs on her plate. Chenle and Jisung both glanced at her before they went on eating their breakfast. Occasionally they would slip some more food onto Sumi’s plate without her noticing and she would eat it without realizing.

“Today is the first match of the year,” Jisung said, “Are you nervous?”

Sumi shrugged.

Chenle and Jisung gave her a look, “Sumi, today is the first match of the year. You’re the captain.”

Sumi shrugged again and Chenle and Jisung both let out exasperated sighs. Before the two of them could scold and badger Sumi about being more enthusiastic, Sumi put her utensils down and downed her entire water.

“There’s no way I lose to Lee Donghyuck this year,” Sumi said.

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By noon time, the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch, it was the first match of the year. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes, so many students had binoculars to get a better view. Chenle sat in the announcer’s box while Jisung and Sumi got ready in the locker rooms.

Sumi was quiet as Jisung went around checking up on the team. She kept staring at the chalkboard with their defensive and offensive plans. A loud snap caused the other Hufflepuffs to turn their attention to Sumi. She had her wand out, pointing straight at offensive plan number 4. The rest of the team seemed to understand and a wide smirk emerged on all of their faces.

A booming cheer rose from the stands as the emerald robes of the Slytherin Quidditch team emerged onto the pitch. An equally loud cheer shook the pitch when the amber robes of the Hufflepuffs appeared.

Madam Hooch was refereeing today and the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins flew towards the ground when she blew her whistle. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand. “Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you,” she said, once they were all gathered around her. “Mount your brooms, please.”

Sumi mounted her broom and gave a dull look at Donghyuck. He returned with a blazing smile. She rolled her eyes at him which only seemed to make him smile bigger.

“Hey, Susu,” Donghyuck said with a teasing smile.

Sumi ignored him.

“If I win, will you go on a date with me?”

Sumi nearly choked on her own spit when she heard his proposal. It was no secret to the school that Donghyuck liked Sumi, but she always had her doubts. She was sure that Donghyuck just liked to joke and tease her. She gave him an incredulous look but he just shrugged. “It was worth asking,” he smiled.

“It seems like you’ve lost a few brain cells, Lee,” Sumi rolled her eyes, “One too many bludgers to the head?”

“And here I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be nice,” Jaemin mumbled to Donghyuck.

“And who said that?” Sumi rolled her eyes, some of the other Hufflepuffs snickered and laughed at her snide remarks. Despite her dismissiveness, Sumi didn’t fail to notice the disappointment in Donghyuck’s eyes

Madam Hooch sighed and shook her head as she gave a loud blast on her silver whistle and fifteen brooms rose up straight into the air.

––

Sumi let out a long huff, watching as the air around her fogged up and then disappeared into the cold. Even though they had played their best, Donghyuck was still able to get the snitch before her team. She wasn’t surprised, nor that upset at this point. Donghyuck was one of the best seekers at Hogwarts, his skills were only rivaled by Mark Lee from Gryffindor house.

“Why the long face?” Chenle asked as he sat down with Sumi in the courtyard.

Sumi shrugged. “Just thinking,”

“It’s never a good thing when you do that,” Chenle joked and Sumi shoved him gently. He laughed and leaned back on his hands. “You know, even though Jisung didn’t get the snitch, Hufflepuff only lost by thirty points.”

Sumi nodded but that wasn’t why she was thinking so much. The two of them sat in silence for a bit, the cold hair swirling around their heads. Sumi continued to let out little puffs of air to watch it fog up in front of her. As she was about to do it again, when a familiar brunette appeared across the courtyard.

Donghyuck smiled gently at his friend as they made their way back into the building. Sumi jumped to her feet and Chenle gave her a startled look. Before he could ask her what was wrong, Sumi grabbed her bag and started to hurry off towards Donghyuck.

“Sumi, where are you going?” Chenle called.

“I’m cold! I’ll see you later!” she replied without looking back.

When Sumi got back inside she found Donghyuck walking towards the library with his friend. She quickly rushed over and gently grabbed his robes to stop him. He paused and turned around with a confused expression. Donghyuck’s Ravenclaw friend, Huang Renjun, gave the two of them a look before smirking.

“I’ll leave you two to talk for a moment,” he said before rushing away to the library. Donghyuck turned around to try and get Renjun to stay but his friend was already long gone.

“Um,” Sumi hesitated and Donghyuck turned his gaze back to her. “You won,”

“What?” Donghyuck asked in confusion.

“The match,” Sumi repeated, “You won, so I- ,” Sumi looked away, she regretted even bringing it up to Donghyuck. It was obvious he wasn’t actually being serious when he mentioned it on the pitch, he was just teasing her.

“I owe you a date,” Sumi finally managed to get out.

Donghyuck stared at her for a moment before his eyes widened, “Wait seriously?” Donghyuck grabbed her hand and forced Sumi to look at him. The look in his eyes desperately begged Sumi to tell him that she wasn’t joking. There was so much genuinity in his eyes that Sumi for a moment believed that maybe Donghyuck could have feelings for her.

Sumi nodded.

Donghyuck’s face broke into a bright smile and he let out a small laugh. “Well, then I’ll make sure to bring you on a great one!” he said.

Sumi nodded as Donghyuck said his goodbyes and rushed off to tell Renjun the news. He stopped halfway to Renjun and turned around to wave at Sumi before rushing off again.

––

That night, Sumi was jolted from her sleep when she felt someone shake her awake. She had fallen asleep in the Hufflepuff Common Room while studying for potions. Her books were scattered across the table and a paper stuck to her face when she lifted her head up.

“Hello,”

Sumi immediately recognized the voice and opened her eyes a little wider as Donghyuck pulled her worksheet off her face. She lifted a hand to her cheek where it was before and felt her face go hot at the realization that Donghyuck had just caught her in an embarrassing situation.

Then it hit Sumi…

“How did you get in here?” she exclaimed,

Donghyuck smiled widely, “It took a few tries, trust me. The boys and I have gotten our fair share of vinegar showers.” He remembered vividly the first three years at Hogwarts.

The 00’Liners had learned where the Hufflepuff dorms were in their first year but despite their efforts, they never learned which barrel to tap or the rhythm of the tapping to be able to enter. It was by miracle in their fourth year that Jaemin was able to figure out the passcode inside. Only some time later did Renjun realize that Jaemin had somehow used a morse code rhythm to spell ‘Helga Hufflepuff’.

“What are you doing here?” Sumi asked as she started to clean her things. “If you don’t leave, I’ll have to report you,”

“You won’t do that,” Donghyuck smiled.

“You don’t know that-” Sumi’s words died on her lips when she realized that Donghyuck had started to lean in and trap her between himself and the table. “What are you doing?”

Donghyuck smiled and leaned back, “Our date, let’s go,” he stood up and held a hand out for Sumi to take.

Sumi gave him an incredulous look and shook her head, “It’s midnight, Donghyuck, we can’t go anywhere past curfew–”

“Come on,” Donghyuck chuckled, “Just this once,”

Sumi stared at Donghyuck’s hand before looking up at his face. His eyes were pleading as he waited for her to take his hand. She lifted her hand and it hovered over his hesitating for a moment before she ultimately decided to ignore her fears of getting caught and taking his hand.

Donghyuck pulled her to her feet and the two of them hurried out of the Hufflepuff Common Room. Sneaking through the corridors, Donghyuck took an elaborate path to their date rendezvous. Sumi was keenly aware of how his hand engulfed hers as he led her around the school. Sumi started to recognize the corridors around her as Donghyuck started to lead her up a staircase.

“This is-”

“The Astronomy Tower,” Donghyuck finished her words.

Donghyuck stopped Sumi just before the top of the Astronomy Tower. She gave him a confused expression but Donghyuck ignored it and moved so that he stood behind her. His hand slipped out of hers leaving it cold in the chilly November air.

He placed his hands over her eyes and Sumi quickly reached up to grab his in turn. Donghyuck let out a chuckle and leaned down to speak into her ear.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his breath tickling her ear.

“No,” Sumi’s voice shook as she answered him.

Donghyuck laughed but started to lead Sumi onto the roof of the Astronomy Tower. Sumi felt the cold air hit her skin and she shivered a bit. Donghyuck stopped somewhere on the tower and Sumi gripped onto his hands tightly.

“Ready?” he asked before removing his hands and revealing a beautiful set up of blankets and candles. There were candles lighting the way towards the center of the tower where Donghyuck had set up some blankets and what looked like a basket of snacks. The sky was lit up with stars and the moon shone brightly in a crescent, smiling down upon the two of them.

“Donghyuck,” Sumi’s voice sounded breathless to herself. “This is beautiful,” she turned and smiled at him.

Donghyuck felt his face go hot and he coughed gently before pointing to the blanket. “I remember you mentioned that you really liked stars during Transfiguration. There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, I heard that we might be able to see it from the castle,”

Sumi walked to the edge of the Astronomy tower and stared out at the forest. Leaning out over the edge a little, Sumi closed her eyes and let the wind brush her hair out of her face. A smile pushed onto her face and she let out a light giggle. There was a giddily feeling in her chest, something about sneaking out and being in her happy place made Sumi feel some kind of euphoria that she wasn’t used to.

She spun around and smiled at Donghyuck. Her smile had his heart fluttering and Donghyuck could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He was sure that his face was bright red but if it was, Sumi made no move to tease him about it.

He walked over to her and leaned against the edge as well. The wind pushed his hair back and forth and as he went to push his hair out of his eyes, Sumi’s hand reached over and moved it for him. His eyes widened when he felt her delicate fingers graze against his forehead.

“I think I like you,” Sumi whispered.

“What?” Donghyuck leaned back in surprise.

“I-” It sunk in what Sumi had said, “Oh my god! Wait-”

“What did you just say?” Donghyuck panicked as well.

“Nothing! I didn’t say anything!” Sumi started to walk away from Donghyuck but was quickly spun back around. She crashed into his chest and felt Donghyuck’s arm holding her tightly to him. Sumi gripped onto his shirt and could feel Donghyuck’s heart going crazy underneath her hand.

“I like you too,” his voice was barely over a whisper.

A jolt went through Sumi’s body and she froze before pushing off of Donghyuck. He stared down at her and Sumi could still feel his heart beating a mile a minute. Looking into his eyes though, Sumi could tell that this confession was different than all the other times. The usually joking smile from his past confessions had been completely replaced by a desperation and genuinity that reminded Sumi why she even agreed to go on a date with him in the first place.

Carefully, Sumi stood a bit taller on her toes, tilting her head until her lips gently met his. She felt him freeze under her touch for just a moment. Then as she started to lean away, Sumi felt Donghyuck’s lips kiss her back. Before Sumi could do anything, Donghyuck moved back, his eyes big and puppy-like.

“I really like you, Sumi,” Donghyuck said again, “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

Sumi’s mouth opened and closed, fighting to find the right words to say to him. It was obvious to her by the way her heart clenched tightly at his words. She was certain of it now. She had completely fallen for Lee Donghyuck.

©𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐳, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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Summary: Two of the most powerful beings help your best friend get what she wants; and you're there to make sure it all goes as planned.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Kate Bishop

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Dark Fic (Sacrifice, Stockholm Syndrome, Hostage Vibes, Evil Gods), Dark Scarlet Queen!Wanda, Dark Skeleton King Kate, Dub con/noncon, Magic Use, Cum filled Strap (r!receiving), Power Bottom Wanda (kinda?), Royalty Kink!!!!, degrading, MAGICAL MARKS, pain with weapon use?, mental manipulation (magical and non), BREEDING KINKKKK

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: This is the LAST official Occult fic and I must say I'm pretty excited about the idea with this one! We love a stoic Wanda and slightly crazy Kate who end up being softies with you in private! Once again any mistakes are mine, and we just ignore them because editing is hard

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Main Master list // kitmoas | occult

No matter how much you thrashed about, kicked, or screamed you knew you were no match for your best friend. An entire lifetime of training in the Red Room made sure that she was a small firecracker of muscle, and even though you tried your hardest to stay fit you knew that you couldn’t even compare.

You have no idea where you are, having decided with the blonde to take one last road trip before you graduated from college. The two of you were ending graduate school and you both were finally heading into the real adult world, but now you would give anything to just go back to studying. Everything started out so normal until the last leg of the drive when you woke up with something covering your eyes and you couldn’t move your body. You could hear her mumbling out how sorry she was as she drove, the car screeching as she made reckless turns at what sounded like dangerously high speeds.

“Y–yelena..Elly..Come on, let’s just talk this out. Please? What is this?” Your voice was cracking entirely too much as you tried to stay calm, thinking that maybe the former widow’s chemicals were messing with her brain again. “Where’s your hand Els, I’m here.” She had a few times in the past where she would get violent and you just had to remind her that she was safe, and that she was free. This felt different but you needed to try. She was ignoring you, slurred mumbling under her breath as she continued to drive.

Trying to plead with her for what felt like hours, the car was finally coming to a stop. She was pulling you out of the car before you could really process what was happening, carrying you and you could feel the tears hitting your arm. “Elly, tell me what’s going on! Please, we’re best friends. I love you. I–” Your sentence was cut off as your body was dropped unceremoniously on the ground, and the blindfold was ripped from your face.

Trees towering over you and a snow capped mountain in the distance is the first thing your vision focuses on before it slips to your best friend as she paces in front of you, face red and wet. You’re laying on what feels like rubble, two pillars and a half fallen concrete wall are across from you. The blonde whips around a glare spread across her face as she looks down at you, “Don’t say that! Not now, don’t make this harder for me!”

You want to laugh because it’s obvious that whatever is happening is entirely worse for you, but you fall silent regardless. Ill fate settles in your body as you realize that no matter how loud you scream, no one can save you and you still cannot move your body. She’s walking around now, pushing rocks and crumbled concrete into the grass and away from the cracked flooring. The panic on her face is obvious and she’s pulling bags out of the car, rushing around as she glances at her watch. You see the cover of one of the books, confusion fills your brain as you start to recognize the incantation written on the front.

Yelena finally kneels down near you, a shaky exhale as she takes your fearful eyes. “They can help me bring her back. I need to bring her back.” She smiles sadly at you, “You will be the key to bringing back my Natasha.” She drags the book closer, reading through the instructions as she shakes above you.

Even though this is a terrible fate for you, you can see how much it hurts your best friend. The blonde hadn’t been the same since her beloved sister died during a fight. Half of her soul disappeared that day and you spent your time together trying to get her to be happy again, and it’s become obvious that you failed. Yelena was mumbling, almost frantically, as she rushed to start whatever process she wanted.

She freezes and slowly turns to you, a guilty almost apologetic expression spreads across her face. One of her many knives appears out of nowhere, and she makes quick work of cutting your clothing off. You barely have time to note the brisk air when she drags the blade along your torso, leaving cuts that bead with crimson. Pained whimpers threaten to fall from your lips, but it doesn’t deter her. You’re starting to believe nothing will, and you’ll be left here in the middle of nowhere by your own best friend.

Shivering the cold wind makes your bones feel brittle and you can feel your entire will to live just start draining. “Are you going to kill me? Is this all just to watch me die? In the name of what? Some random being that won’t even give you what you actually want?” You had given up your fight long before this, but as she drew your blood you were just interested in who she was even trying to sacrifice you to. No true god would care about a single person, not even someone as amazing as Natasha.

She’s on autopilot, not flinching once as she turns to pour your blood along the stone. You were too focused on Yelena as she kneels, rocking and muttering, to notice the spreading ice that covers the grass and trees. It’s only when a throne appears surrounded by a dense darkness do the two of you silence completely. Almost ink black fog radiates from the chair as it settles gently on the ground, and two pairs of glowing eyes float–unblinking crimson and indigo. As the darkness fades and the royal pedestal finally comes into light, you choke on your own words when you recognize the Undead King’s crown adorning the figure that is perched on the top of the crest rail.

The fear sinks into your body, even more than before, as you realize this is real. You weren’t just dying, your soul is going to be sacrificed to one of the most cruel daemon’s out there. Yelena stands, shaking but confident as she approaches the throne. “Your majesty, King of the Skeletons, I bring you a sacrifice in exchange for a soul that you have. She’s everything you ever go searching for, the perfect soul for the highest of royalty.*”

The blonde barely gets her rambling out before she’s encased in a blinding red mist, forced onto her knees. A pained whimper falls from her lips, but it’s only when the shadows fade away that you see the people on the throne. The Undead crown that you knew sat upon a young girl’s head, long raven locks flowing and a gruesome bloody skeleton mask across most of her face with only her menacing eyes visible. Dressed in all black, her sleeves torn off display prominent muscles and a staff strapped on her back. She looms over a gorgeous woman, a floating red crown above her ginger hair. You don’t recognize her, but you are entranced by the scarlet wisps falling from her ash tipped fingers.

The brunette crawls around the palmette almost like a gargoyle to sneer down at the blonde, “Worthless mortal! You demand things from me before even acknowledging the true Queen?” The woman spoken of slams Yelena into a pillar, wrapping her magic tightly against the stone. “You will bend the knee to her as I did many moons ago for we would be nothing without the divine Controller of Chaos” Watching as the girl defies all laws of gravity, hanging carelessly on the ear of the throne, you can’t help but be confused. If this girl was such a big being herself that you were supposedly being sacrificed to her, then why is she working for some other idol?

You can hear Yelena babbling, apologies and swearing her loyalty, but the scarlet Queen is looking directly at you now. Her eyes ablaze as they bore into you. “Enough Kate.” It doesn’t take much more for the younger girl to turn her attention to you, following the ginger’s gaze. You watch as she settles in her spot, throwing her legs over the throne’s arm to lay lazily. Self hatred settles in your gut as you think about how attractive you found that, the way she so effortlessly moves. You were always attracted to things that were bad for you, glutton at heart.

Startling you, Kate leaps into the air. Slowly hovering down to land in front of the throne, her outfit expands as she straightens. Black encases her entire body, just briefly showing off a crimson jewel around her neck, as she buttons her suit jacket. Slipping the staff to hold as a cane, skeleton hands emerge from inside, clawing at the ground with each step she takes closer to you. Even though you still couldn’t move, the fear was evident in your eyes and it made the girl cackle as she finally leaned down near you.

Her nail, long and devilishly sharp, pierces your skin as she uses it to move your head around; inspecting you. She gropes your naked body, taking in the way some of the goosebumps along your skin pops against the eagle-like grip. Kate’s glowing purple eyes clear as she hovers above you, leaving an eerily dark sapphire. Using her staff she nudges your legs apart, pulling and poking your pussy lips apart as she examines every part of you. No matter how much you want to squirm away, you can’t and your body doesn’t know any better than to enjoy the probing. Shame fills your head when you realize that you begin to drip down your thighs, strings of your slick getting attached to her scepter.

You want to scream, beg her to stop, that your soul is hers and just to let you go burn in Hell for all eternity. A squeak scratches at your throat, just barely making a noise. Her eyes dart back up to your face, flashing purple momentarily. Letting the tip of the staff tap against your cunt, hitting your clit randomly; she observes you. “Don’t be scared, sweet thing. You’ll serve an amazing purpose, and that’s better than anything you could have ever done in your meritless life here on this floating rock.” She lets her thumb pop into your mouth, forcing past your locked jaw as your teeth scrape against the thin skin.

Every nerve in your body is firing, trying to squirm away from the spirit’s activity. You just wanted to go home and forget this ever happened but you aren’t sure that’s ever going to happen again. The thumb in your mouth is thrusting slowly, pointedly gagging you any time you seem to fight her. Kate coos above you, smacking her staff vigorously against your red cunt. “Awww Wanda, can we keep her? She’s just so adorable. The most enthralling voluptuous offering for you, My Queen.”

Your eyes flicker over to the older woman, watching as she lazily calls the two of you over. The first time her magic wraps you up you feel like a lifeless doll, your limbs flopping to your sides as you are dragged through the air. “What is wrong with her? She hasn’t moved an inch since we arrived? ” The witch’s question is rhetorical, easily reading both yours and Yelena’s mind to understand what happened. “Does she not want to play with us?” Wanda’s pout is taunting, entirely too smug as she eyes the shiny wetness along your quivering thighs. A snap of her finger has you falling from the sky, but you’re able to put your arms out to brace yourself.

Jaw slack as you stare up in shock at the ginger, who has a *lazy* arrogant look on her face. You’re so *enamored* with being able to move again that you weren’t expecting strong hands gripping your hips. Drawing you up onto your knees, you feel the *sharp* nails trailing along your backside. “We wanted you to be able to feel it when we take what we want from you.” The cold breath puffs against the shell of your ear, immediately making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Even though you know the effects of whatever chemical Yelena drugged you with are gone, your muscles fruitlessly fight against the magic blanketing around you. Unbeknownst to you, the two supernatural beings just find your struggle endearing. Most of their sacrifices are frozen in terror, unable to resist the two even if they wanted to.

A deep throaty chuckle makes you freeze, the sound striking against the nerves at the base of your neck. Head ticking as your body tries to fight the grating noise, Wanda finally moves. Sitting with her legs spread and her elbows resting on her knees, she curls a single finger under your chin. Her thumb traces your bottom lip, slowly smearing drool as a maniacal smile spreads across her face. Eyes squinting gleefully as you try to snarl at her, snapping your teeth towards her.

You knew that fighting was stupid but you refused to go down easily, these demonic beings wouldn’t get your soul without a struggle. The feeling of something hard bumping between your thighs caused a stumble in your demeanor, but you tried to power through. Each time Wanda came near you, you tried to bite her and you threw a few insults her way as well but none of them made much of an impact.

Her spit splatters on your face, and her palm collides violently with your cheek before you can even blink. The pain doesn’t register until she’s cooing and rubbing the bright red spot across the side of her face, a searing almost burning sensation ripples through your entire skull. “You think a couple measly Earth insults and some biting will make us run?” She grips your jaw, tightly with no regard at your high pitched wail as you can almost feel the bone cracking. Her gleaming eyes finally settle and a deep forest replaces as she finally looks at you directly.

Diverting your eyes, the fear plummets into your gut and it’s beginning to take a toll on your mindset. Tapping your cheek, she waits until your gaze meets hers to let her powers overtake once more. Her magic seeps out of her dark fingertips, down your jaw and slithering around your neck. It drags you closer to her, strangling you as she watches your reaction.

Glaring, you try your hardest to match her gaze in intensity but you were so focused on Wanda that you almost completely forgot about Kate. The undead king was having the time of her life, playing in between your legs as the ginger messed with your head. The strap adorning her hips always made her happy, she felt empowered as she ripped into her victims but you were different. No matter how hard she hit your raw puffy cunt, you just dripped with more slick and your clit throbbed under her thumb. It was almost like your body knew that you were meant to be theirs, even if your mind refused to let your soul settle.

The thick strap forcing its way into you makes a gurgled scream fall from your squished mouth, the crimson mist around your throat tightening. You try to wiggle away as much as possible, the pain from Kate thrusting into you was overwhelming but her nail digs further into your hip bones. A mocking laugh fills your ears as the brunette leans down, rutting into you. “The dumb slut is dripping all over my cock and expects me to believe the pathetic fear emanating from you?”

Wanda just smiles, tutting as you try to shaking your head. With a blink of an eye, the bottom of her suit disappears and your jaw drops in shock. “Hush now, little one, let’s put that troublesome mouth to work.” She’s dragging both you and the younger girl forward, leaning back as your tongue touches her hard clit. Her fingers tangle roughly in your hair, directing you where she wants you. “If you’re a good girl, maybe we’ll let you cum or maybe we’ll even let you live.” The ginger’s voice is breathy, a sternness backing it even as she lets the pleasure fill her body.

You try your hardest to not get addicted to the taste of the woman in front of you, it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever had. No doubt inhuman as you try to turn your head, pull away, anything to not give her what she wants but the magic around your neck forces you to pant. Not one to usually want to separate from a pretty woman, you mentally shake off the thought of you losing your freedom and decide to focus on the way Wanda is leaking into your mouth.

The older woman isn’t really letting you do too much, the fist in your hair keeps you mostly locked in place. Her hips grinding on her own will, the most you can do is lay your tongue flat as she uses your face. Each time her movements stutter, you take the moment to suck her clit into your mouth; relishing the deep grunts and moans that fall from her mouth.

Though your focus was forced to be on Wanda, it was getting more and more difficult the longer Kate thrusts into you. Every movement rocks your body forward, and drags you back as she pulls out of you. The skeleton ruler disregards your comfort as she takes what she wants from you, forcing muffled moans to vibrate against the witch’s clenching cunt. The king’s open palm slaps against the swell of your ass, leaving a rippling purple mark instantly. The pain makes you pitifully writhe beneath her as you try to put distance between the two of you when she slaps you again.

Kate’s fingers pulled at your nipples, making your hips jut up. “Don’t fight it. This isn’t about you whore, this is about pleasing your Majestic. Get it through your idiotic meager brain that you are being blessed to taste her. Make her cum and maybe I won’t kill you on the spot, maybe I’ll even let you get some pleasure after I’m done using you like the hole you are.” Your body is rocking with each movement she makes, but the vibrating magic moves down your torso and suddenly you can no longer feel anything. It’s a buzzing numbness, like your entire body fell asleep–an almost stabbing pain erupting along your skin.

The abrupt dense fog in your brain was diluting your thoughts now, the numbness along your body filling your mind quickly. You barely could keep up with Wanda’s movements, just letting her fuck herself on your tongue. It started to fill your body with a warmth that even her magic couldn’t get rid of, a sense of pride as you watched this powerful being start to fall apart because of your mouth. The moans falling from her crimson lips makes you up your ante, focusing as much as you can on her clit. You can almost feel it throbbing in your mouth as you suction around it, relishing in the grunted praise and the way her fist tightens in your tangled locks.

Kate sinks her fangs in your shoulder, breaking the skin as she forces her cock as deep into you as possible with each thrust. “I’m going to cum in you, and you’re going to take it like the good little cum dumpster you are.” Her voice is cracking as she mutters against your sweat slicked back.

It’s Wanda who falls over the edge first, her quivering thighs locking around your head and the magic encasing wavering for the first time that night. Her strained moans vibrate through her body, echoing in your ears. You desperately want to feel how you clench around the king’s cock, knowing that you loved making someone so stoic like the witch cum so hard. Her voice echoes in your mind as she finally starts calming down, her hand tangled in your hair streaming ruby fog into your brain. Praise that warms your body and makes you wiggle happily.

Her grip falters with each buck of the brunette’s hips, the force snapping your head forward each time. Wanda pushes your head back, the heel of her hand shoving at your forehead so that you’re forced to look into her eyes. “Your majesty is going to paint your insides with her cum and you’re going to thank her. That bratty little mouth will not disobey us anymore, not if you ever want to feel anything ever again.”

You aren’t sure if you want to know the state of your torso as the undead king claws desperately at it, digging her razor nails into your thin skin. “You’re so fucking tight, sweet thing. I’m going to use this pussy for centuries to come, and I’ll never get tired of it.” Kate’s voice cracks as she wraps a hand around your throat from behind you, using it as leverage. “Such a messy slut, drippin all over m’cock.” Her words slur as she slams into you, hips jerking as she finally falls over the edge; the enchanted strap filling you with demonic cum.

Everything is entirely too overwhelming, all of your senses that are overtaken by the two of them. The taste and smell of Wanda still strong, and the warm feeling as the tingly numbness disappeared was filled with Kate’s cum leaking out of you and her large calloused hands rubbing along your body. With the witch’s hand still in your hair, your vision is blurred but stuck to the way the ginger’s hair is messy in all the right ways now.

You don’t even actually feel it when the king pulls out of you, just collapsing when the only support is the queen’s grip in your hair. You’re being lifted and settled on the lap of Wanda, who barely even pays you any attention instead just firmly grips your waist. Slouching on her, against what you believe to be her wants, you struggle to regain control over your body as it gets back feeling. The aftermath of the rough treatment you just received had exhausted your body even though you didn’t feel a majority of it.

Watching as Kate goes to talk to Yelena who has finally slumped in a fetal position where she was dropped, Wanda surprisingly pulls you closer to her. Curling into the warm witch you relish in the heat difference, as your body is dramatically losing heat in the wind. Her hand comes up to the left side of your collarbone, thumb rubbing along it. It’s a sweet comforting gesture but you’re suddenly whimpering in pain. It ceases quickly, ultimately just an annoyance. Without really thinking about it you look up at her, pleading eyes as you pout at her. The queen shushes you, a soft smile along her lips as she caresses the mark that is the source of your pain.

A dark cloud of smoke appears and out tumbles Natasha, pale and weak as she collapses on the ground. You don’t hear much as you watch your best friend stumble over to her sister, tears streaming down her face as the two embrace. The minute the two touch chains appear out of nowhere, a collar laid with bones wrapped tightly around your neck. Connected by the heavy metal to the throne, you look at the skeleton king confused as the fuzzy feeling in your brain returns. “You’re home sweet thing, forever with your Majestic and Majesty.”

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Donned in casual wear, Kate was walking around the spacious hall when she felt the call she had been waiting for. A smug smile stretches her face as she twirls around to find you, curled up in Wanda’s lap eating food from her fingers. She pauses for a moment to watch your pink tongue lap at the juices left on the ash dipped fingertips, a hungry growl getting caught in her throat when she remembers what she still needs to do.

“We must go, an important deal is coming to an end.” As she strides towards you, you sit mesmerized as you do each time you watch her clothes transform into her formal wear. Her purple sweats replaced with a sharp black leather suit, armor wrapped around her torso and her cherished staff appearing on her back. Walking up to you, she cups your cheek and lets her forehead rest against yours. A throat clear from one of the only workers to see the private life of the three of you grabs your attention, “Are you ready my sweet love?”

A mumbled “Yes, my Majesty.” is heard as your clothes fall into a mist, leaving you nude once more. The king rubbing her thumb over your collar, tracing the bones that she rules, cheek twitching as she struggles to remain focused on the task at hand. You settle on your knees, dragging your heavy chains with you to get comfortable at the foot of the throne. Wanda simply stretching out as she waits for Kate to climb onto the crest railing.

Within seconds you are materialized to a plain, fire and rubble falling from the sky but only one thing truly catches your attention. There in the distance is a body, surrounded by heavy smoke, but with a snap of her fingers Kate calls the soul to stand in front of the three of you. The blonde braided hair is a quick give away as you take in your best friend, your sacrificer. She looks confused momentarily before realizing she died in the fight, gulping as she comes face to face with the end of her deal.

The white widow had been fighting for years to fill her sister’s shoes after Natasha had once again passed away during an Avenger battle. You watch as Wanda fills the blonde’s head with memories, playing back the life she held as the three of them waited for her to perish. You can see the struggle on her face, the guilt each time her gaze passes your slouched form. The weight of the chains is something you aren’t used to as the more compliant you had become, the more Wanda took the weight from your shoulders.

Unbeknownst to your best friend, you had fallen happily into a life with the demonic beings. Widely known across the pits of Hell as their pet, but the longer you spent with them the more you couldn’t live without them. There in the halls of their extravagant castle, you were their prized trophy. The life you lived was truly better than any moment that you held on Earth, just as your king had promised, and you couldn’t have imagined a better life.

“Welcome to the calvary White Widow, you once again will fight alongside your sister; my general.” Kate’s voice is professional, a bit of a hiss at the end of words. She knows that the grudge she holds for this deal is pointless for it brought you into their lives, but she knows that the only reason you no longer fight is the everlasting fog that seeps into your mind. Something that she knows you can never learn of, for it will break the illusion of love and send you into an everlasting spiral.

Glancing at the two marks, one a simple whimple along your collarbone while the other a harsh slash along your ribcage, glowing bright– unwavering crimson and amethyst. Laid there with love, it makes the brunette smirks as the guilt radiates off of the blonde when she sees them. “You will pay for the soul that you so selfishly sacrificed to myself and the Scarlet Queen many decades ago. For only the pompous would ever offer anything to daemons like us, and your soul does not deserve to rest ever again. ”

Yelena gaze is stuck on you, watching with shame as Wanda’s magic wraps around your neck. It tightens painfully as it yanks your head back, forcing you to look up. “You’re little best friend no longer exists, but you can meet her once more. Don’t worry if she doesn’t talk, she only speaks to the two of us now.” As the witch speaks, your thoughts start catching up with you but they are no match for her. No matter how many memories of your time on Earth resurface as you look at your former friend, the queen forces them out with a bit of chaos. “Isn’t that right? What are you?” Her voice is all knowing, chuckling as she listens to the blonde’s hopes that her presence will shake you from whatever spell that she has you under.

“The Undead King’s Property and the Scarlet Queen’s Pet.”

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scwheeler · 2 years

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🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — just a friend

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: you’re sick and tired of mike seeing you only as a friend so you take matters into your own hands, only causing more problems

warnings: arguing

age of pairing: 14-15

the crowd roared with people standing up and going wild. you hugged your friends and jumped up in your green hawkins cheerleading skirt. pom-poms in the air everywhere while the background noise stayed loud. i looked at lucas with the team, he gave me a quick wave before being tackled by his teammates.

when you turned around to the crowd, you searched through the loads of people for your two bestfriends. but once you matched eye contact with them, you realized they were the only ones not celebrating. rather looking unamused, especially mike with his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. as if you had done anything wrong? as if you were the bad guy?

you turned away, moving your focus on the people who actually supported you. that was all you wanted from him, support. was that so much to ask for? from a friend? from a boyfriend?

all you did was change. it was natural for a person to change during the leap from middle school to high school. when school started your statement was justified. people had different haircuts, no longer braces, matured features, and changed personalities. who could blame you for having done all four?

before the summer, you spent the majority of your time stuffed in mike’s crowded basement with the party playing dnd for hours before your parents scolded you to come home. you didn’t have time to worry about your looks or what other people thought, all you thought about was dnd and mike. mostly mike. he was your bestfriend since middle school started, inviting you to join his party and sticking by your side through everything.

what you didn’t expect was that during the transition from seventh grade to eighth grade, you fell for him. something about how you saw him changed. he wasn’t just some geek that would make jokes and play dnd with you, now he was something more. you wanted him to be something more. you didn’t feel like this about the other guys. will, dustin, and lucas all felt like friends like before but something happened during that summer which you cannot explain that made you love mike wheeler and you couldn’t decide whether that was a blessing or a curse.

although disregarding your feelings, you two were friends and clearly that was all mike saw you as. he would tell you about the girls he liked, his crushes and people he thought were cute. you would encourage him to make a move, saying that it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity but sometimes saying that he should hold back. saying there’s someone better for him somewhere else, somewhere closer.

but as oblivious as boys can get, mike took your advice yet again bringing up another girl’s name while looking right into your eyes. it was as if he knew what you were saying but just teasing you about it. only if he knew how much you liked loved him. but the scenarios where you ever confessed only happened in your imaginations.

instead of making a move, you decided to take another approach. you wanted him to see you as one of those girls, one of these girls he would tell you about. you didn’t want him to see you as a good ol’ bestfriend anymore, something just a little more. you were already someone he liked but not loved and it hurt more than a stab to the heart.

so during the summer, you went away to spend a summer with your aunt in california. by the time you came back summer had came to an end, leaving the first day of school, the first day of the party seeing the new you. you changed your old hairstyle, the one mike used to make fun of playfully and the one that was so different from the girls he would admire.

you also changed your clothes, your entire appearance for that matter. you paid attention to the tv when a romcom was on, observing how much the girl would care about her appearance and how much the guy cared. he did, he complimented her and the girl smiled. oh, how you wished to be born in a romcom.

when the first day of highschool rolled around, you were unrecognizable. which you couldn’t decide was a good or bad thing. either way you marched into the school with full confidence. you searched through the halls to find your familiar faces from middle school. your party. unfortunately, other people caught up on your new appearance too. boys you haven’t seen since the third grade started talking to you, pulling you aside to give you compliments and ask you out. but these weren’t the compliments you weren’t looking for, not that they weren’t sweet but they weren’t from mike wheeler.

you sat through four periods without any luck until lunch came around. you walked through the crowds of people until you found them walking down the hallway, only dustin and mike though. lucas must’ve been in the bathroom or something. you waved at them with a cheery smile as you always did. if something hadn’t changed about you that summer, it was your personality. for now.

they waved back but without a smile. they looked surprised, you could tell by dustin’s words “what the fuck happened to you y/n!?” mike just froze, looking you up and down as if you were a total stranger talking to him. of course dustin reworded and apologized, “sorry—it’s just you look different? what did they feed you there in california?!” you laughed at his words and just said a simple, “i changed,” with a shrug. who knew that those were the same words you shouted at mike a few weeks later.

“i changed mike! ok i changed.” you yelled back, your strained voice couldn’t take it anymore and you felt like walking away but mike spoke up again. “but why—?! why did you change—i-i just liked how you were before!” he shouted making you stop and turn around. “well mike, you should’ve said that before.” walking away and never turning back.

those were the last words you uttered to mike wheeler till now. honestly you had to admit, you missed having him around. how he made you laugh on days you couldn’t remember how to smile and how life was never boring with him beside you. the days you slept next to him with your head on his shoulder because of how much it reminded you of how it felt to be safe.

and the unfortunate truth that no one could replace mike wheeler hit you hard. no matter how hard you tried to search for another person to make you smile until your face felt sore or laugh until you cried or made you feel so lovesick, you realized he was everything to you. so why weren’t you everything to him?

because you’re just a friend.

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hyperfigations · 2 years

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Hey there, could I request Dylan x gender neutral/male reader hurt/comfort?

Something about the reader thinking that Dylan is in love with Ryan since he flirts with him and all that stuff. When the group plays truth or dare and Dylan kisses Ryan, the reader cant take it anymore and runs off (kinda like Abi). You can decide what happens after.

I'm sorry if thats too much!

A/N: HEYYYY! THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!! First of all, I love this idea very much! Also, I super, super apologize for being so late. I've been on such a rut with these but this one I really really wanted to do! This is not my best work, but I'm but proud of myself for finishing it! I hope you like it too!

Word Count: 1995

Pairing: (Y/N) x Dylan Lenivy

Summary: (Y/N) couldn't take watching Ryan and Dylan kiss.

TW: None

The night was not supposed to go like this. It was supposed to be a fun last night with all of your friends, to make stupid memories that would last a lifetime. But instead, the night had taken a 180 leaving you stuck in the woods with your heart aching in your chest. You were cold and tired when you should’ve been warm and happy by a giant fire pit.

Truth or Dare was always a stupid game to you. It never ended well for those involved, at least in the movies. But it was Dylan’s idea, and his dorky little grin when he suggested it made your silly little, puppy crush heart skip a beat. You didn’t even realize you agreed to the idea until you heard yourself support it. That stupid, cocky grin possessed you into agreeing.

And when everyone else agreed, your heart slightly dropped to your stomach but you convinced yourself that it would all be okay. It’s just a silly game meant to bond everyone. Unsurprisingly, you were correct. You hated being right.

God, it was so high school what happened. Which I guess made sense… But all of you were technically “adults” now. High school antics should be behind you all. That’s why the icky feeling of jealousy left a sick taste in your mouth. But you couldn’t help it.

Dylan liked Ryan. You always knew he did. The way he’d casually flirt with him, the subtle ways to get closer, the excuses to make physical contact. You didn’t blame him at all. Ryan was very attractive and his whole ‘loner’ thing made it even worse. He was mysterious, charming, and interesting. You could never beat someone like that. You were just… well… you. That’s all you would ever be to Dylan. Just you.

The kiss back at the fire made that crystal clear. The moment that Emma said: “I dare you… to kiss either… Kaitlyn or Dylan.” made your stomach turn. It had felt like the world was ripped out from under you because you knew it. You knew Ryan was going to pick Dylan. Of course he would! Who wouldn’t pick Dylan. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you walked through the dark forest, rubbing your arms up and down anxiously.

Once again, you were right. He picked Dylan. Dylan smiled slightly, a blush disguised in the glow of the flames. Every movement Dylan made after made your breath hitch. He stood. He went over to Ryan. He gently lifted his chin to make him look up at him. He leaned down… And then there it was. The moment the entire night just shattered to pieces. The soft kiss Dylan planted on Ryan’s lips just left you in utter shock.

“Fuck,” You sob out into your hand. You wanted to scream out into the forest, throw a fit, just something but all you could do in that moment is stand in the middle of nature, sobbing your eyes out. The woods were quiet, the only thing heard was the whisper of the wind weaving through the trees, ready to accompany your soft sobs.

“(Y/N)?!”

Your eyes widened large, unknowingly pushing your hand harder against your mouth muffling your cries.

“(Y/N), where arre youuuu? You totally ditched me back there!” A laugh echoed. The voice was closer. You knew it was Dylan but you didn’t want him to see you. Not now, not like this.

You stopped your breathing, wiping up all the trails on your cheeks that your tears left behind as quickly as you could. Finally, when you heard the sounds of footsteps squishing the soft ground of the forest close behind you, you let out a big breath, trying your hardest to compose yourself. You began to turn around to face the man that you’ve had a crush on all summer. The knot in your gut told you weren’t able to face him but you knew you had no other choice. Dylan was nothing if not persistent.

“Jesus, man, there you are!” Dylan huffed in relief. “You like shot off after all the excitement.”

He didn’t notice. He couldn't see your puffy eyes, the shadows of the pines hiding your face. Thank god, you had thought to yourself.

“Yea-” You began but your voice came out raw and scratchy.

“Woah, you okay?” Dylan asked, worried.

You cough a bit, clearing your throat. “Yeah, Dylan. I’m fine. Just needed to take a walk,” You lied.

Dylan stepped closer to you, “Weird time to take a walk, considering we were in the middle of a game.”

“Sorry,” You mumbled. “I just couldn’t… be there. I guess, I just realized that tonight is… all of our last night together. Just got me emotional, I guess.”

The silence was deafening, but when a soft touch grazed your shoulder, you wanted to cry again. “Damn, it’s really got you down? That bad?” He chuckled slightly.

You stared at him. Even in the dark you could make out some of his facial features. He had a sympathetic smile on his face. “Uh… yeah. That bad…”

“I call bullshit,” He suddenly sighed playfully.

“W-what?”

“Come on dude, 2 months together and you really don’t think I can tell when you’re lying?”

“I-I’m not lying, Dyl-”

“Why are you really out here?”

“I just told you,” You stuttered, but you saw him shake his head slightly.

“Well… if you’re really not gonna tell meee…”

He gently grabbed your hand forcing butterflies to dance around in your stomach. “Then you have to come back to the party.”

“Dylan no,” You pull away.

“You can’t leave me all alone there by myself,”

“You aren’t alone, Ryan’s there, isn’t he?”

It shouldn’t have affected you the way that it did. Leaving you full of jealousy, bitterness… sadness. No one knew you liked Dylan besides yourself. How could anyone know? You made sure that NO ONE knew, especially Dylan. But all that time worrying if someone was going to find out, repressing all those fluttery feelings you got around him, this one incident, this one childish incident tore down your walls. Now here you were, dealing with the consequences of not letting yourself feel what you need to feel. Or let out what you needed to let out.

You could blame Ryan, you could hate Emma but you couldn't really be angry at them when you knew it was you to blame.

You cursed yourself under your breath when you saw Dylan’s goofy grin fall into a confused frown. Your eyes refused to meet his, even in the dark you could feel him staring. It made you wanna dig yourself a hole and just lie in it. You were good at lying after doing it all summer.

“Wait… Is that what this is all about?” Dylan whispered in shock.

“No. No, let’s just go back. It’s fine.”

“(Y/N),”

“No, it’s fine. Let’s just go back and relax with our friends, and drink until our brains explode. You know, teenage stuff-”

“(Y/N).” Dylan said sternly, holding your shoulders down in an attempt to ground you.

Tears begin to start spilling out your eyes again, and you choke out a faint cry. “I’m sorry, this all so stupid. We should be at the party, j-just relaxing on our last night and here I am causing p-problems.”

“Hey, hey, please tell me what’s going on. No joking around, no nothing. Just talk to me. I’m right here.”

Sobs break through your quivering lips. This time you couldn’t hold it back. Every feeling ever felt this month was washing over you. Dylan quickly wrapped you in his arms holding you as you bawled into his shirt. Your arms stayed at your side, too scared to actually clutch onto him.

“I’m right here,” He repeated softly as he held onto you.

“I shouldn’t be feeling like this,” You sobbed out. “Ryan and you, it’s like- whatever. It should be whatever to me. But it isn’t whatever. It’s like… ever…?”

Dylan couldn’t help but let out a small amused chuckle, “(Y/N)?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You’re not making sense,”

“Yeah…”

His hand comfortingly stroked your back as you continued to cry until after what seemed like hours, iit was a soft, very low cry.

“You… ready to talk now?” He whispered softly, still holding you with your hands pressed against your sides. Your face still in the crook of his neck. You nodded your head against him and he kindly pushed you to where he could look at your silhouette in the dark.

You breathed out a long breath, preparing yourself. “Dylan,” You say, your voice still full of dejection. “I… I like you? I’ve liked you for a while now and seeing you and Ryan kiss, when I know how much you like him… just… hurt,”

Dylan nodded his head, “Yeah… I could see how that would’ve been… hard.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat, shutting your eyes. “I can’t believe it…” He whispered.

“I mean, the (Y/N) (L/N), is into me?” Dylan laughed in disbelief.

Shock ran through your whole body, you opened your eyes to look at him. Apart of you thought that maybe he was just teasing you.

“I mean, according to Kaitlyn, you were voted in the top three of the hottest counselors at camp -which by the way is incredibly accurate- and you’re into me? Like me me?”

“I-” You tilt your head. Oh my god, he was being dead serious. “ I- um.. Yeah?

“Sorry! I know I should handle allllll this better but I can’t like wrap my head around this.”

“Dylan… I’m a little confused…”

“Come on dude, I like you back,”

“What?”

“Who wouldn’t like you, (Y/N)? Come on now,”

“But… But Ryan?”

“I.. yeah. I can see how that looks… I swear, I was just playing the game. But I like you. I have since the beginning of camp,”

You blinked at him, his smile gigantic and huge. There was no way he was faking it. What was happening?!

“ I mean, I thought I never had a chance with you, you never really seemed… interested,”

You left out a soft laugh, “Of course I was…”

“I just assumed… You were too good for me, I guess? Adorable (Y/N) couldn’t possibly like Dorky Dylan…”

“Adorable?” You chuckled.

“Super adorable. The way you scrunch your nose when you're angry, or-or , the way you laugh, or talk with the kids… It’s all so perfect. You’re perfect. And that’s why I thought I never had like… a chance…”

You gingerly took a hold of his face, and you could see him gulp nervously. “I didn’t think I had a chance with brilliant, witty Dylan either. You were so fun and out there and I was just… me…”

“Well, I know for sure that I uh… like you…” He mumbled, his eyes drifting toward your lips. Your hands snaked their way around his neck, pulling him slightly downward to you.

“So you said,” You whispered, leaning up to kiss him. When you two connected lips, it felt like nothing else was around you. You were ultimately living out the fantasy you were replaying all along in your mind this whole summer and boy it was exactly what you imagined. Your hands cupped behind his neck, pulling him deeper. The world was spinning around the two of you and nothing else mattered. The whole night before this moment turned into a distant fog. Everything was perfect.

Pulling apart, you felt the hot breath drift over your face.

“I’m sorry I ruined the party…”

You look at his grey shirt and see the tear stains you had left behind, frowning slightly, “And your shirt.”

Dylan laughed, putting his forehead to yours. You smiled, happily. “(Y/N)... I honestly don’t think anything could ruin tonight…”

You had sincerely thought so too. Until an unexpected, terrified scream rang through the trees.

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 3 months

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2. "Looks like you're on your own hook, too."

ROSEMARY - "Of course, of course, of course..." The drunk raises his pilsner and nods. "It is what it is, you know? What it's always been. People, buddy-boy, it's the people."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He has long forgotten what you were talking about.

3. "Why does the bottle of spirits cost 300 reál?"

ROSEMARY - "See, friend..." He brings out a one-litre bottle with blue-ish liquid. The mouth is corked shut. "It's *real* valuable. Worth every reál, if you catch my drift. Got it from a bit of a business venture..."

Nod -- let him speak.

"No one can buy spirits for 300 reál, that's crazy."

"I'll just have the spirits and not the story today, thank you."

ROSEMARY - "You know, it's funny, actually..." He bursts out laughing, then takes three gulps of his pilsner and stares at you intently.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - He's finding it difficult to focus his watery gaze.

"What is?"

ROSEMARY - "What?"

"What do you mean *what*? What did you think was funny earlier?"

"Forget about it, I just want the spirits!"

ROSEMARY - "This guy, this guy..." He says and shakes his index finger at you.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Conversation might bring a discount, no?

"Where did you get the bottle of spirits from?"

"Okay, can I just get the spirits if that's okay with you?"

"You know what?! I don't even want the spirits anymore!"

ROSEMARY - "Oh, this is medicinal spirits. The good stuff. Got it from the doctor's office."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - He ain't shitting you. Medicinal spirits are a blast, *bratan*. The flaming truth of this joke of a world.

ROSEMARY - "I got one of those scientific ampoules a few months ago. 'Torpedo' they call it. It's supposed to keep a man from takin' a drink." He spits a nasty yellow clot on the ground before you.

"Didn't stop *me* for shit, that's for sure!" His voice rings with pride. "Five lemons with half a pack of butter and you're good to go."

"That's a good tip, I should remember it."

"That sounds dangerous."

ROSEMARY - "It was," he croaks. "In a week the goddamned kidneys started giving me all kinds of hell. Finally the missus took me to a private doctor's office -- not a charity, the real thing..."

"Those assholes!" He gets visibly angry. "Those assholes charged me *four reál* to remove the damn thing. But I came out on top after all!"

"Assholes..."

"Have they no shame taking money for a service they provide!"

"Okay, how?"

ROSEMARY - "But the idiots left me alone in there. Now, I used to teach high school biology. I *know* what doctors use to preserve dead thingies..." He gets an excited gleam in his eyes.

"Two I already sold to these fine gentlemen here," he nods at his companions. "But this last one is yours for three reál, if you want it?"

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - Don't say it.

"I thought it was 300 reál."

"Can I smell it first?"

"I think it will prove... useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Here..." He uncorks the bottle and holds it under your nose. "Be careful, it's extremely flammable. One spark and the entire city of Revachol is wiped off the map."

PAIN THRESHOLD [Legendary: Failure] - Feels like someone set a mustard field ablaze right inside your nose, then drenched it in tear gas. Your nose is a singular source of pain... but at the same time you don't remember the last time you felt so alive.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - In all fairness, that might be attributed to the retrograde amnesia.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Did I not tell you, *bratan*? This is it -- this is our party drink. This is what we're having, baby! Please get it for me! (The tie vibrates excitedly around your neck again.)

ROSEMARY - "So, what's the deal, friend? Want the spirits or not?"

"I think it will prove… useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Three reál and it's yours, friend. The deal of a lifetime!"

REACTION SPEED - Well done. You got it.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That's a much more reasonable price right there. Makes sense now.

Well, shit, at those prices we can't afford *not* to buy it.

3. [3 reál] "Here's the money for the spirits."

Item gained: Blue Medicinal Spirit

ROSEMARY - He hands you the bottle. "Jus' make sure to *enjoy* that one, friend!"

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - *Bratan*, I am so proud. Now -- whatever you do, don't drink it. This deserves so much more than just regular *oral* consumption.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - The tie is *SO* on the money there! Up the bum it goes!

Huh...

But… I don't wanna put it up my bum.

Okay, right. We're putting it in the bum!

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Who said anything about putting it up there? No, we're gonna put it in a *way* more special place. Soooo special. Just hang on to it, keep it safe. Wait for my sign!

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Soon. The time will come soon. Have patience, brave one.

We could also buy more alcohol to trade to Idiot Doom Spiral, but let's see if we can find some around first.

6. "I'm off." [Leave.]

ROSEMARY - "In the civilized world, it's a custom to tip the shopkeep, friend. But come back anyway." He waves you off.

BLUE MEDICINAL SPIRIT

The liquid has an unearthly blue tint. The kind that might or might not, but definitely *does* glow in the dark. This is 98,7 pure alcohol. Keep it away from an open flame.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't call Abigail," grumbles an unshaven man with a ruddy nose. He narrows his eyes at you as if in recognition, then turns his head away.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Medium: Success] - The noxious odour emanating from the drunken man is strong and familiar.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't ya call her, ya hear. Don't call Abigail..."

"I am the law."

"Who is Abigail?"

"I'll call whoever I want, don't tell me what to do."

"This is making me uncomfortable." [Leave.]

+1 Lawbringer

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant sighs. "You really don't have to... Besides, he won't understand you anyway."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Abigail... oh, Abigail..." He mutters while trying to brush something off his extremely dirty trousers. His movements are slow and awkward.

2. "Who is Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He draws out a disgusting snort, then mumbles, waving a finger in your general direction: "Ugh... Abigail... don't ya... fuckin'... call Abigail."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Abigail is his wife or girlfriend. Chances are, she's gone. Calling her wouldn't make it any better or worse.

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"Where am I? What is this place?"

"Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

"Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

Walk away. [Leave.]

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His eyes move around erratically, the look in them hazy and unfocused. "Don't call Abigail," he says.

2. "Where am I? What is this place?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The man hiccups, then mumbles something unintelligible.

3. "Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He snorts and beckons you to lean in closer.

Lean in.

Don't lean in.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His breath smells harsh like a toxic swamp as he whispers to you: "Don't call Abigail. Don't call Abigail!" He then waves his hand, as if shooing you away.

"Hey, I'm on an important official investigation, I demand you answer my questions."

KIM KITSURAGI - "There's no use in yelling at drunks," the lieutenant interjects. "He's barely holding it together."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The drunk man starts coughing, a really disgusting hacking cough.

5. "Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He glares at you. "Don't ya fuckin' call her, hear me." His voice trembles with every word, becoming ever weaker. "Abigail," he whimpers in the end.

"Don'... don'..." the man stammers, "don't call..." Slowly, his head nods off to the side and he passes out, tongue dangling from his mouth.

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "There was little chance he'd be a reliable witness, anyway."

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