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mechaknight-98 · 25 days

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Aftermath (NSFW) FT Sejeong

Authors note: had to do a bit of world building as I try to figure out what the world looks like now that I don't want to use Karina or Jiyho anymore due to the dating thing…it would be weird ya know.

"Hey, Danger can I ask you something," Seji asks me with a clear and concerned tone,

"Yeah, sure," I answer hesitantly. Sejeong smiles brightly.

"Why did you run away from me," She asks. I bite the inside of my cheek as I consider my response.

"I figured it would be better than dealing with any of the repercussions of my feelings. I have a limited time left to live and I didn't want to put anyone through the sorry of losing someone they care about. So I figured dipping before that would be a cleaner cut-off than this going too deep instead," I reply

"You coward," Sejeong teases.

"I...yeah you're right. I should have let you choose," I reply

"At least you're a reasonable coward," Seji teases further

I squint at her causing her to smile wide, "I am not a coward, nor am I reasonable," I reply. Seji beams

"Oh really and why don't you think so," Sejeon asks sternly.

"You'll see soon enough," I replied.

Three weeks later Sejeong bought my little photo studio and shop. she was okay with not paying rent as long as I became her "personal photographer", and so I went with her all on these trips and events to snap pictures of the beautiful girl, but honestly she used it as an excuse to relentlessly fuck. I would spend hours cutting angles and working on shop composition to make sure the photos were perfect, and looking at her face always led to a visceral response. I'd be hard for hours, and like clockwork, she'd come into my office give me a warm-up blowjob then have it lead right into mindblowing sex.

As I worked on photos there was a knock on the door. I assume it's Sejeong as she's the only one who comes in here typically. The door opens to a tall dark-skinned man he smiles at me with malicious intent.

“Well, I didn't think I'd ever see you again,” he says as aggression rises in his tone.

“What do you want Alistair,” I ask

“Oh remember call me AL or Tahm,” Alistair replies

“Oh well you know I'm just checking in on my favorite curse bearer. I truly thought you'd come hunting for me, but you never did. I wanted to know why, but you were hard to find. When you said I want to disappear I guess you meant it,” Alistair adds.

“Are you here to kill me, because if so I'm not going down without a fight,” I reply

“What heavens no! I'm here to give you something you want more. Freedom,” Alistair replies.

“What is the catch,” I ask.

“No catch at least this time. I can't beat the curse bearer chasing me as he is using holy relics, but you have a myriad of experience so I figured I'd make a deal,” Alistair answered.

I look at the photo on my desk of Sejeong and I, “Fine I’ll draw up the contract.” I reply

30 minutes later I procured a draft of the deal between Alistair and me. He's excited as deals are like his favorite thing to make something about the ability to bind and

Making rules that can't be broken makes him feel safe. After we sign he smiles and hands me my Maxos Cards. I look at him surprised

“Why,” I asked

“I am asking you to hunt someone using holy weapons and not give you your best tools against holy weapons. I'd be a fool, besides I have to give them back to you anyway.” Alistair replies nonchalantly. I nod and grab them.

“So where was the last reported location of this curse bearer,” I ask

"So there I was, in Minnesota of all places, following leads to my ex, Janie. The trail led me to a scene that raised my concerns: golden ichor staining the ground. I knew this was about to get more complicated. As I concealed myself, the door creaked open, accompanied by ominous sounds of groans and a knife piercing the wall.

"Step out from your hiding spot," a familiar voice demanded. I cautiously emerged, armed with my card and sword, only to face Janie.

"Dangerfield? Of course, he'd send you," Janie muttered with evident annoyance.

"What brings you here?" she interrogated, her accusatory tone emphasizing the revelation that my ex was now a full-blown witch, a fact I was still processing.

"I'm here for the holy weapon, nothing more," I asserted, my mind grappling with the revelation of Janie's newfound identity.

"And what were you promised in return?" Janie probed further.

"Freedom," I replied succinctly.

"Freedom? From whom?" Janie's disbelief was palpable.

"Alastair," I confessed, bracing myself for her reaction.

"Alastair? Did you strike a deal with him? You're unbelievable," Janie's frustration simmered.

"He promised Morrigan would leave me alone," I explained, hoping to justify my actions.

"You never think, do you? Your recklessness causes chaos for everyone," Janie scolded, her frustration evident.

"I'm only here for the weapon. Give it to me, and I'll leave," I urged, attempting to end the confrontation.

Janie's gaze hardened as she considered my request. "What if I refuse?" she challenged, prompting me to reveal my trump card - my maxos card.

Her eyes widened at the sight. "You wouldn't dare," she uttered, realizing the seriousness of my intent.

Taking a defensive stance I watched as Janie's eyes widened

With a mixture of resignation and menace, Janie relented, handing over the holy weapon. "You'll regret this, selling out a friend for your gain," she admonished.

"If I were truly betraying you, I'd have handed you over to Alastair," I retorted, stowing away the cards.

"This is why I despise dealing with your kind," Janie spat bitterly.

"Careful now, insults might provoke me to take action," I teased, though the underlying tension remained palpable.

"Pathetic," Janie scoffed, as I left her house, her warning lingering in the air.

Returning to Alastair, I handed him the weapon, cautioning him against its use.

"Why not?" he inquired, intrigued by my warning.

"It's not just holy; it's a fusion of divine and demonic energies, a result of a battle between a demon and an angel," I explained,

"so why is the blade okay with you," Alastair asked

"Because I am Fomori," I answered.

"Oh...Interesting," Alastair said. Alastair's grin widened at the revelation. "Morrigan's favored, no wonder you sought to disappear quietly," he mused, anticipating the chaos to come as he reveled in it.

"I look forward to seeing the next part of your tale," Alastair replies. "Our deal is done," He says calmly as he conjures two contracts that burn themselves up before me. I feel the burden of my curse lift and Alastair smiles.

"I look forward to the damage you will cause. That will be more interesting than anything I could ever do with such a weapon. I see it has bound itself to your soul so using it would only garner your strength." Alastair adds. I shrug at his point to which he smiles.

The next day I arrived at my office to see a pouting Sejeong

"Hey, Seji. are you ok..." Before I could finish she had me cornered in a kiss.

"I got your not but I was worried sick for you," She replied. As she she ran her arms through my body she gasped,

"You're curse-free," she exclaimed with surprise.

"Yeah," I nodded.

#kpop fanfic #sejeong smut #kim sejeong #sejeong

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seventeenytiny · 4 months

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Traffic jam

Smut: MDNI

Warnings: Piss kink, omorashi, slight humiliation, Word Count: 1076 Summary: You and Jisung are stuck in traffic and poor Jisung really has to use the bathroom Authors Note: If you don't like how it sounds don't read it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jisung had to go, he had to go so bad, but he couldn't. Traffic was at a standstill, and unexpected construction halted your travels. Jisung wiggled uncomfortably in the passenger seat, regretting the coffee he had chugged before getting in the car.

"Are you feeling okay love?" You ask him, patting his thigh from the driver's side. A rosy red color was spreading on your boyfriend's cheeks.

"Ah I'm fine... Just need to use the bathroom is all."

"Are you sure you can hold it with the traffic?"

"Well I have to, don't I?" He lets out a nervous chuckle.

You smile sympathetically at him, "I guess so, I just cleaned out the car too so I don't even have a bottle you could use if you get desperate."

Jisung did his best to hide his disappointment from you. His face dropped ever so slightly hearing that his only backup plan was ruined if things got to that point.

You grab his hand, "Don't worry I think it'll clear up soon, after that we can get off at the next exit."

You were in fact lying and you knew it. The both of you were still hardly moving and your GPS predicted a 40-minute slowdown.

You put some music on, trying to distract your boyfriend from the growing pressure in his bladder. And it worked, at least for the first three songs, then he winced from the discomfort again, awkwardly shifting.

"Are you sure you don't have any spare bottles in here?" He sighs in despair.

"I'm sorry love, I really don't think so but you can check."

He swiftly takes off his seatbelt, removing some of the pressure that was pushing against his full bladder. He climbs in the back seat, looking all around in every cup holder and under all the seats. All he can find is his hoodie that you stole from him.

You hear him whine out in frustration, "There really is nothing..."

He climbs back up to the front seat, flinching as he puts his seat belt back on.

"Hey, what's that in your hands?"

"This? Its the hoodie you stole from me."

You have an idea and you know he won't like it, but for whatever reason, it excited you ever so slightly. "Well, if it comes down to it, I mean, I know you don't want it to, but maybe you could just use the hoodie.."

Jisung's eyes get big, he doesn't want to believe what you just said. "What do you mean use the hoodie?!"

"Well... it's pretty thick so it's gotta be somewhat absorbent right?"

"I guess you're right, I suppose it's better than my pants..."

You can't lie to yourself, at this point, you're a bit turned on by the whole situation. Your hot boyfriend is holding his crotch, shifting every second, doing his best not to piss himself. Poor Jisung is getting so desperate his actually considering pissing in his own hoodie.

The two of you go silent, the radio now off and the only sound filling the car is Jisung's shaky breaths, his hand holding his crotch doing his best to not leak everywhere. You recheck the GPS, but there are still 30 more minutes of slowdowns.

"Jisung? Baby? I want you to know if you do have an accident it's not a big deal. Neither of us knew we'd get stuck like this. And... it might actually be kinda hot."

That's when his eyes really get big, bigger than you've ever seen, before squinting in discomfort. "Hot? You think me pissing myself would be hot?"

"Well... yeah, there's something about seeing you so desperate that's driving me kinda crazy. Maybe I have a piss kink, I don't know."

At this point, he's too desperate to piss that he can't even comprehend the fact that you admitted to having a piss kink. What he did hear though, was that you wouldn't be too mad at him for ruining your car.

He swallows hard, he keeps his grip tight on his dick as he unbuttons his pants, taking some of the pressure off his bladder.

10 more uncomfortable minutes pass, he's sweating now, the pain just about intolerable. You see him tighten his grip on his crotch, the smallest dark patch appears on his pants.

"Jisung you're going to hurt yourself just piss into the hoodie."

"I have to go so bad I don't think I can even move..." his eyes are glassy, tears threatening to fall. You grab the hoodie, placing it in his lap. Next, you undo his pants the rest of the way, reaching in and pulling his cock out of his damp underwear. You wrap the hoodie around his member, "Jisung, baby, can you lean forward a little bit? Just to help make nothing gets on your pants."

He groans, taking the hoodie from your hands. He moves forward ever so slightly, he can already feel his hot piss starting to escape. You pat his back, "Just let go Jisung, you'll feel so much better."

Your words destroy any chance of him being able to hold it in. His piss comes out fast, turning his gray hoodie dark. The hissing sound of him filling the hoodie echoes in your ears, as well as sends a tingling sensation straight to your core. "That's good baby, let it all out."

He's practically crying at this point, part of it from embarrassment but mainly from the intense relief he is feeling. He turns the hoodie with his hands, doing his best to not let his piss overflow and leak through. The poor piece of clothing can't hold much more though. His bladder is nearly empty but the hoodie is now fully saturated.

His stream lightens up finally, the final bit of his piss drips onto the floor mats of your car. He takes some deep breaths, finally feeling like he can properly breathe again. His cheeks are red from the shame, and his hands are unsure of what to do with the soiled clothing.

"Just place it on the floor mat Jisung, if they're weather proof I'm sure they're peeproof."

"I'm really sorry Y/N, you must think I'm so disgusting..."

"Disgusting?! Jisung that was so hot, as soon as we get out of this traffic and get home I want you to fuck me every single way you can."

His face lightens up for the first time since you got stuck in traffic.

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shittyassffblog · 7 months

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Free Bird - Part 4

Hey it's been a few days but here is part 4! No smut in this I'm afraid but next chapter....o boy. Anyways, hope you all enjoy and tell me if you want on a taglist I'd be happy to make one <3 love y'all <3

Warnings: None

Part 3

A few days had passed since you saw Noah. He was busy with practicing for the next leg of the tour and you were busy at work so your paths just hadn’t crossed for a few days. You also tried to take a little bit of distance from Noah, you were scared of what you felt for him. You had always loved Noah, sure, but this was different. This was real, and it scared the shit out of you.

You were in your car on the way home when you heard a familiar melody on the radio.

I made another mistake

Thought I could change

Thought I could make it out

Promises break

Need to hear you say

You’re gonna keep it now

You thought about texting Noah, but before you could, right as you parked, your phone started ringing. You picked it up and Noah’s face filled up your whole screen. He was FaceTime-ing you. You hesitated to accept it, but decided to do it.

“Hi pretty.” Noah said smiling tiredly. He was lying in his bed, the sheets changed from when you were there. You smiled back.

“Hi handsome.” You said and he grinned at that.

“I have a question for you. And you can say no, but I need to ask you.” Noah said and your heart started racing. What could he want to ask you?

“Okay, what is it?” You asked him and he sat up properly.

“I wanna take you out.” He stated. You paused for a moment.

“As in a date or as in of life? Also that's a statement not a question. ” You asked and he laughed.

“Well now that you're annoying about it it's both” He said and you laughed too.

“What are you thinking?” You asked and he shushed you.

“Don’t you worry about anything, just be ready tomorrow at 6. Deal?” He demanded. You didn’t mind this side of his.

“Alright deal. Do I dress nice or casual?” You asked and he thought for a second.

“You can dress nice, be better than how you’re looking now.” He grinned mischievously.

“Rude! Alright you’ll see, Sebastian. You’ll see.” You pointed at him in warning. He laughed and scratched his head.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. 6 pm sharp!” He pointed out and you saluted him.

“Yessir.” You yelled.

“Oh I like that, bring that energy tomorrow.” He winked and you blushed.

“Who says you’re getting any? Depends how good the date is.” You said and he smiled.

“I’ll have to do my very best then.” He said and you smiled at that.

“Alright im gonna go shower. Bye.” You said and he pulled his phone all the way up close to his face.

“Bye bitch.” He said in a funny voice and hung up. You laughed to yourself. Maybe you didn’t have that much to worry about when it came to your feelings for him after all?

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The next day your entire wardrobe was on the floor of you room. You had absolutely NOTHING to wear and it was stressing you out so much. It was only 2 pm so decided to run out to your car and get yourself some new clothes. You wanted to look your absolute best for your date with Noah tonight.

When you arrived at the mall you, admittedly, went a little crazy. You maybe have bought a little too much than what you needed, but hey, then at least you had options.

You went into the bathroom and did your hair and make up, then went back to the living room to get your bags of new clothes and went back to the bedroom so you could plan out your outfit. Before long it was 5:30 pm and you were just about ready for your date. You decided to clean up the mess you had made in your room, and when all your clothes were back in the closet and your floor was finally visible again, you heard a knock on your door. You checked your watch, 5:59 pm, right on time.

You ran to open the door. When you did, Noah was stood, wearing a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned so you could see his a bit of his chest tattoo and in his hand he was holding the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen.

“Oh my god Noah, you didn’t have to do this.” You said as you grabbed the flowers and hugged him. He chuckled and hugged you back. He smelled amazing, and you had to stop yourself from clinging onto him.

“‘Course I did, I��m trying to woo you.” He said and you giggled. You locked eyes for a second before you turned around to put the flowers in water. As you were cutting the stems, Noah leaned on the back of your couch and crossed his arms. His sleeves were rolled up so his tattoos were on display. The way his shirt was hugging his figure was driving you insane.

When the flowers were in water you placed the vase on your dining table and turned towards Noah. He looked you up and down, then pushed himself off the couch and walked towards you. You got very nervous suddenly.

“You look beautiful.” Noah said and you looked down, blush creeping across your cheeks. He held your waist with one hand and lifted your chin with the other, making you look at him. He smiled slightly at you, your breathing mixing in the most intoxicating way.

“I mean it.” He said and you closed your eyes. You felt the slightest ghost of his lips on yours and your heart started beating faster. Before you could comprehend what was happening he pulled away, leaving you confused and yearning for his lips.

“We gotta get going sweets, lots of plans for us.” Noah said, and you blinked. He grabbed your jacket and opened it for you, ready to help you but it on. You smiled as you brushed off the dazed feeling and let him put on your jacket for you.

You walked out to Noah's car and he opened the door for you. You smiled as you got in, making sure everything was inside of the car and Noah closed the door. He jogged over to his own side and got in, then smiled over at you as he started the car. He put on some music he knew you loved and drove out onto the main road.

As you were looking out the window, you felt Noah's hand on your thigh. Not too high up, it was just there. You looked at it and then at him, and he was looking at the road with a small smile on his face. You matched his expression as you looked back out of the window.

After driving for a while, you pulled up into a restaurant. You had never been here before, but it looked Italian.

"Wait here." Noah said and you complied. He ran over to your side of the car and opened it for you, taking your hand to help you out of the car. As you got out, he tugged slightly on you hand, leaning in close to your ear.

"Good girl." He whispered, smirking at you when you blushed. He locked the car and wrapped a hand around your waist, leading you to the front door. He opened it for you and you walked to the hostess stand.

"Good evening, do you have a reservation?" The woman asked, and Noah nodded.

"Yeah under Noah Sebastian." He said and you smiled at him, then back at the woman.

"Of course Mr. Sebastian, right this way." She said, smiling and leading you to your table. It was off to the side of the restaurant, kind of hidden but now too close to the kitchen either, it was just perfect.

"There you go, a waitress will be right with you, here are your menus. Enjoy!" She said and both thanked her. You looked over the menu and everything looked amazing.

"God this all looks so good, what are you getting?" You asked and Noah hummed.

"'I really don't know, this is so hard." He said and you giggled a little.

"Oh real mature Y/N, your mind is so dirty!" Noah exclaimed and you laughed. The waitress came over soon after to take your order.

"I'm thinking the fettuccine and then maybe a Sex On The Beach. Can I have a water with lime on the side?" You asked and the waitress nodded.

"And you sir?" She asked, and Noah closed his menu.

"That sounds good, I'll have the same." He said, smiling at you, then looking at the waitress. She wrote it down and smiled at you both as she took your menus. She walked away and you and Noah looked at each other.

"So...what made you want to take me on this date?" You asked and he smiled.

"I didn't wanna go back to normal." He said simply, and you blushed. You held his hand and his thumb stroked the backside of your hand.

"Good. Me neither." You said and he smiled brightly. You were kind of lost in each other when the food arrived and you split apart to let the waiter put down the food in front of you.

As you ate you talked about what you had been up to the last few days.

"Yeah so Jolly and I had this huge fight cause I wanted to release it as a single, and he wanted it to be a deluxe only track, but we figured it out." Noah explained and you nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me? You always call men after you fight with Jolly." You asked. He squinted his eyes at you as if to contemplate if he should say the truth or not.

"I uhm...I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me." He said and you furrowed your brow. He kept explaining.

"Well you left kind of in a hurry while I took a shower the other day and I didn't know if I had like crossed a line or whatever, so I wanted to give you space. But after three days I couldn't handle it anymore so I just called you." Noah said looking down at his food and taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh well I just uhm. I didn't know if you wanted me there anymore. I think it was just my brain overthinking but after you said that stuff in the morning it just seemed a little like it was time to leave." You said, not meeting his eyes.

"Oh honey no, absolutely not! If it was up to me I would be in your company 24/7, I think we just misunderstood each other. I would never want you to leave are you kidding?" Noah said as he reached out for your hand. You smiled at him and giggled a little at the silliness of it all.

You both finished your food and Noah paid, leaving a big tip for the waiter and then led you out of the restaurant. Again he opened the car door for you and helped you inside before getting in himself.

"Where are we going now?" You asked and he chuckled.

"You really don't know what the word surprise means, do you?" He asked and you laughed.

"I'm just curious! I don't know how much you have planned!" You exclaimed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Don't worry your pretty head about that. Alright I'll give you a hint, we're gonna drive for about 10 minutes now. You just sit there and look pretty, maybe pick some better music." He said, nodding his head at the radio. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and but on a playlist of your favourite music.

You arrived at what looked like a mini golf place and your body filled with excitement.

"Are we playing mini golf?" You all but screamed and he laughed.

"Yeah princess, we're playing mini golf." He said as he helped you out of the car. You jumped in excitement and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you and you looked at him with a sparkle in your eyes.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" He said and you squeeked as you pulled him along to the entrance. Noah paid for your clubs and you wen along to the first hole.

You completely felt like you were in a movie, Noah treating you with the absolute utmost respect and giving you the Princess Treatment. The thing was, you were waiting for something to go wrong. Chase had really messed with your perception of peoples intentions and even when it was your very best friend in the entire world, it still felt like he was lying in some way. You played a few holes without saying anything and Noah noticed. You had reach an area where there was a bench that was little secluded so Noah pulled you over there. You sat down and he had an arm around you.

"What's going in in that pretty head of yours?" He asked and you sighed.

"It's nothing, I'm probably just being crazy." You said, picking at your nails.

"That's a little extreme don't you think? What are you thinking about? You're so quiet." He said, running his hand along your arm.

"Well...I think I just feel like you're overcompensating kind of." You said quietly and he didn't say anything. You squirmed in your seat, very uncomfortable. You had definitely just said the wrong thing and hurt his feelings and you were already trying to come up with a plan to get an Uber home.

"It makes me sad you would think that, because I've been trying to show you how you're supposed to be treated." Noah said, looking at you. You didn't dare look at him.

"I'm sorry." You said with a shaky breath and Noah pulled you close.

"Don't you dare apologise, this is not your fault. I know he beat you down emotionally and I know it doesn't take just a cute mini golf date to fix that, but I wanna try. I really care about you, I would like to see you in a more romantic way, and whatever you need if it's reassurance or something else I wanna give that to you. Are you okay with that?" He asked and you felt tears brimming your eyes.

He spoke with a softness you had never experienced before. You had always liked it when he talks but this was something else entirely, this made you calm down inside, made you believe everything he said.

"Yes I'm okay with that." You said, voice cracking. He hugged you closer. You looked up and him and he wiped away a tear that had spilled.

"You really wanna date me?" You asked and he nodded smiling widely.

"Yes, more than anything." He said and you hugged him. He chuckled at you eagerness.

"I take it you feel the same?" He asked with a laugh. You nodded vigorously and he pulled away a little and grabbed your chin.

"Kiss me then." He said and your eyes widened. You realised how close you were to his face, his fingers tugging you closer. His eyes focusing on your lips. You leaned in closer, the ghost of his lips making electricity run through you. He looked you in the eyes again and you licked your lips, suddenly feeling like the driest you've ever felt. He leaned in the rest of the way and you lips connected.

You had kissed before, obviously. But this was different. This had meaning. This was the step over the line you had been worried of crossing. This you couldn't take back. And god help you, you never wanted to either.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #bad omens band #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction

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suitkive · 1 year

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✩ just swinging by — k.yh

pairing. yoohyeon (dreamcatcher) x fem reader

summary. ever since the mysterious web-swinging spider-woman first collapsed on your balcony by accident after a long night out fighting crime, she keeps coming back around with thank-you gifts and excuses to see you—and you slowly start to find yourself falling for the clumsy, kindhearted girl behind the mask.

info. college au, yoohyeon as spider-woman

warnings. swearing, blood/injury

word count. 4.6k (oops)

(a/n) insp. this moodboard i made a while ago :D

of all the things you were expecting to happen to you on a typical sunday night, the sudden appearance of a masked vigilante at your balcony was most certainly not one of them.

alright, rewind a bit. a CRASH jolts you awake in the middle of the night—though really it's morning, according to the glowing red digits on your alarm clock that read 3:49 AM—and you nearly fall out of your bed because that was loud, what the hell?

nerves running high and any remnants of sleep completely shaken out of your body, you get out of bed and slowly open your bedroom door only to be met with a blast of frigid night air. you blink a few times, just to make sure you're not seeing things.

"what the fuck," you say out loud.

your balcony door is gone.

no, wait—it's broken. shards of glass are everywhere, and there's a giant gaping hole where the sliding door used to be. and lying crumpled in a heap on the floor in front of it…

you fumble for the light switch, something you probably should've done as soon as you opened the door. the sight that greets you when the light turns on makes you wonder if you're still dreaming, because this can't actually be happening.

there is a superhero on your balcony.

and she's bleeding all over your carpet.

"oh my god—" you hurriedly rush over to get a better look. red-and-blue spandex that's torn in several places, a trail of spiderwebs clinging to her wrists, a large spider symbol printed on the front and back of her suit… it's spider-woman. spider-woman just crashed through your balcony door.

and she's bleeding. on your carpet.

"okay," you mumble, trying to think. at least the fresh night air coming from the massive hole in your balcony door does well to invigorate you. "okay, okay, i need to do something… oh god, my landlord is gonna be so pissed at me—"

the body on the floor lets out a weak groan, and you quickly kneel down next to her. "hello? are—are you okay?"

with great difficulty, the girl struggles to lift up her head. her mask obscures the entirety of her face, so you have a hard time telling whether or not she's fully conscious.

"…ow," she croaks out at last, and then her head falls back to the floor with a thunk. seconds later, her chest begins to slowly rise and fall. a soft snoring sound emits from her mask.

you take a deep breath. okay. you can deal with this.

so here you are almost three hours later, nursing a cup of much-needed coffee as you stare contemplatively at the now-bandaged but still-snoring superhero laid out on the couch in front of you. you had done your best to clean and treat her wounds with your limited medical knowledge (and the suspiciously well-stocked first aid kit that your weird roommate handong keeps in the cupboard), so now you're just waiting for her to wake up. which is taking way too long.

the clock on the coffee table reads 6:15 AM, and you glumly swish around the cold dregs of your morning coffee. it's almost time for you to leave for your 6:30 chemistry class, but it looks like spider-woman is still completely out of it.

after pacing around the kitchen of your tiny apartment for five more minutes, you impulsively grab a post-it note and scribble down a message for spider-woman to see when she wakes up. thankfully your roommate is literally never home, so there's no chance of anyone coming in here and discovering the superhero conked out on your couch.

you sign your name at the bottom of the note and stick it to spider-woman's forehead, hoping she'll be alright. as for your balcony door… thinking about how much it's going to cost to install a new one gives you a headache, so you just stick a large sheet of cardboard over the opening and resolve to take care of it as soon as you get home.

"this has been a very, very weird morning," you say out loud, because nothing about this feels real.

(then again, the tedious hours you spent cleaning up bits of glass from the floor and picking the webs off of spider-woman's suit definitely felt pretty real.)

you throw one last glance at the sleeping heap on your couch before you leave, only hoping that your life will get back to normal after today.

yoohyeon wakes up disoriented, aching all over, and with the horrifying realization that she has most definitely slept past all five of her monday morning alarms.

she blinks sleepily, slowly processing her surroundings. she's lying on a couch, someone has bandaged her wounds and swaddled her in blankets, yubin probably, she's an angel and the best guy in the chair yoohyeon could ever ask for and… whoa, wait a minute.

this isn't her apartment.

with that horrifying realization, yoohyeon sits straight up and whips her head around in a panic. her surroundings are entirely unfamiliar, and she's about to call yubin before remembering that yubin is unreachable right now—away on some sort of top-secret mission that's supposed to last, like, three months. yoohyeon groans. why am i actually the worst superhero ever?

then she realizes that there's something stuck to her forehead and reaches up to find a neon green sticky note with some writing on it, which she slowly reads through with a good deal of trepidation.

hey, you crashed into my apartment last night—you were unconscious but i didn't see your face, don't worry! i fixed up your injuries as best i could but now i need to leave for class, so i hope you'll be okay when you wake up. just remember to put the cardboard back over the balcony door so birds won't fly in or anything :)

phew. so yoohyeon's secret identity hasn't been leaked, that's a relief… but she essentially broke into an innocent civilian's apartment, which she doesn't exactly feel great about. i need to make this right.

"oh, wait—" yoohyeon realizes something and jumps to her feet, the blankets falling around her. "shit, i'm late for class!"

you're dutifully taking notes as the professor drones on about chemical equations, though you're struggling to stay focused—seriously, who decided that 6:30am classes on a monday was a good idea?—when suddenly the doors to the lecture hall burst open and a girl runs in, flushed and panting heavily.

"i am so sorry," she wheezes, bracing her hands on her knees to catch her breath. "i overslept…"

the professor sighs and waves off her apology. "don't let it happen again," he says sternly, then continues his lecture.

you cast the girl a curious glance as she shuffles shamefully to an empty seat and starts unpacking her things. she's tall and lanky, with long two-toned hair tied in a haphazard ponytail and glasses that she has to push back up when they start to slip down her face. you make eye contact for a brief moment, then you resume paying attention to the professor without giving the encounter too much thought.

after classes end, you go back to your apartment to find the place superhero-less. the blankets are folded messily on the couch and there's a small tear in the cardboard that's covering the opening in your balcony, as if someone was in a hurry to leave.

you shrug off your bags with a sigh and go to dial up your landlord.

almost a week passes without further incident. you get your balcony door replaced so it's like nothing ever happened, and your life is just starting to get back into the usual swing of things when spider-woman shows up at your balcony again.

a thump is what wakes you up prematurely this time—it's literally 5am which is way too early for a saturday morning of all days—and you groggily stumble out of your bedroom, fearing the worst. you know it can't be a burglar since you live on the seventh floor, so there's only one person it could be…

luckily, the glass door is fully intact when you pull back the curtains to check. however, there is currently a superhero lying curled in a ball on your balcony. a very familiar superhero wearing a red-and-blue suit with a spider symbol on it.

"oh… oh, no," groans spider-woman when she hears you slide open the door. she weakly tries to drag herself to her feet, but she slumps back to the ground and you notice, with concern, the bleeding scratches all over her body. "oh man, i did it again… i'm so sorry, i'm gonna leave, just… wow you're so pretty… sorry, i should really leave—"

"no, it's okay!" you rush to reassure her, kneeling down next to her and offering your hand. "you can't go back out there like that, let me help you."

she winces, though whether it's from pain or embarrassment you can't tell. "i am so sorry," she repeats, and something about her voice seems oddly familiar, but you're too preoccupied with getting her inside to dwell on that.

the superhero keeps rambling as you half-drag, half-carry her to the couch. "i didn't mean to come here again, it's just i usually go to my friend's place when i'm injured but she's away and i got lost and mistook your apartment for mine the last time and i'm really sorry about breaking your door, it was just so dark and i had a really long day and i wasn't thinking straight and i probably gave you so much trouble—ow!"

"sorry!" you flinch and let go of her. "is your arm okay? what happened?"

"i… um." spider-woman chuckles nervously. "i kind of swung into a building? i didn't break any windows or anything! i might've broken my arm though."

you can't help but laugh, finding her awkward manner strangely endearing. "let me take a look, it might be dislocated or something."

it turns out it's just bruised, so you get her some ice and busy yourself fixing up her injuries. she repeatedly tries to convince you that she can do it herself in between a steady stream of more apologies, but she looks like she's one step away from passing out, so you insist on helping her.

"how'd you get all these cuts and scratches, anyway?" you ask, opening the bottle of antiseptic and setting out some gauze. "if you don't mind me asking, that is."

"no, it's fine! um…" spider-woman tilts her head, as if trying to remember. "the ones on my ribs are from some muggers with knives, kids really but there were four of them and only one of me so yeah… and the ones on my arms are from the black cat, you know, my nemesis? she was robbing a jewelry store and i managed to stop her but she still escaped and also got me a few times with her claws… oh, and there's this cut on my forehead that i got when i accidentally tripped and hit my head on a wall corner a few hours ago… but i can fix that on my own! you know, cause i'd have to take the mask off for that, and like, i can't reveal my secret identity 'cause dami—that's my guy in the chair—dami would kill me, haha…"

by the time she's done talking, you've finished cleaning and wrapping all of her wounds. there's just the cut on her forehead that's left, which is still bleeding despite her flippant assurances that it doesn't even hurt.

"that looks pretty bad," you note, kneeling down beside the couch and leaning in closer to inspect it. you gently press a paper towel to the bleeding area, using your other hand to brush a stray drop of blood from her cheek. "are you able to swing like that?"

there's a beat of silence. you realize that spider-woman has gone perfectly still, and also that your faces are extremely close together.

"sorry—" you shift away apologetically, worried that you made her uncomfortable. "you probably don't like it when people touch your suit."

"it's okay!" spider-woman's voice comes out as a strangled squawk, and she quickly coughs to clear her throat. "um. i was just. surprised."

"oh… well then." you stand up and glance awkwardly around your apartment, at a loss for what to do next. "so uh… how are you feeling?"

she springs up from the couch, startling you. "a lot better, thank you so much! i've caused you way too much trouble so… i should probably get going now, huh."

"are you okay to swing with your injuries and all?" you ask as she half-walks, half-slides to the balcony in this self-consciously exaggerated way. "they looked really painful when you arrived here."

"this is nothing," she responds with a casual wave of her hand, hoisting herself up onto the balcony railing in a quick graceful movement. "i heal pretty fast, so they barely even hurt anymore."

"that's good, then." you lean against the doorframe, somewhat saddened to see her go. strangely enough, you've actually been enjoying her company despite the fact that she quite literally crashed into your apartment and woke you up in the middle of the night.

spider-woman clears her throat. "uhh—maybe i'll see you around sometime," she says, a hopeful lilt to her voice.

the sun is starting to rise, peeking over the tops of the city skyline and bathing your apartment in soft golden light. spider-woman tilts her head at you, and you're almost completely certain that she's smiling under her mask.

"yeah," you respond, smiling back and raising a hand to shade your face from the sun. "i'll see you around sometime, superhero."

spider-woman gives you a jaunty little two-fingered salute, and then she's launching herself backwards off the railing with a carefree whoop. she disappears from your view for a few heart-stopping moments, but then a web shoots up and she's swinging away in between the skyscrapers until she's out of sight.

the next day, you open the curtains to find a small bouquet of red and blue flowers sitting on your balcony. they look wind-blown and slightly frayed, and the thought of a certain superhero swinging through the city with the little pot tucked carefully under her arm makes you grin despite yourself.

you get the feeling you won't be seeing the last of her any time soon.

"um, is it okay if i sit here?"

you glance up from the chemical equations on your laptop screen, meeting the eyes of a tall girl who's fidgeting nervously with the ends of her long hair. vaguely, you recognize her as that clumsy student who ran into class late last week.

"oh, sure," you say after a confused beat, shifting over slightly to make more room for her. something about her voice rings a bell, but you're not sure why it sounds so familiar. i've probably just heard her talking to her friends before, you rationalize.

"thanks!" she sits down and starts taking out her stuff, smiling hesitantly at you. "i'm kim yoohyeon, it's nice to meet you."

she has a pretty smile, you note while you introduce yourself. "it's nice to meet you too."

yoohyeon seems shy around you and doesn't talk much, but there's something captivating about her that you can't quite figure out exactly. she pays close attention to the professor during the lecture, though occasionally you'll look over to catch her stealing glances at you—she always blushes and quickly looks away, piquing your curiosity. hmmm.

after an extremely long and boring hour, the class is over and everyone starts packing up and filtering out of the lecture hall. you're packing up as well when your arm brushes against yoohyeon's by accident, and her cheeks flush bright red as she stares at you wide-eyed.

"i—" yoohyeon clears her throat. "bye!" she squeaks, and then she's shooting out the doors before you can even open your mouth to reply.

huh, how strange.

you're studying at your kitchen table one afternoon, curtains open to let some sun into your apartment, when you hear a tap-tap-tap on your balcony door and look up to see spider-woman crouched outside.

"i hope this isn't creepy," she rushes to say as soon as you slide open the door. "i was just, er, in the area and i thought i'd swing by and say hello… um, i brought you a croissant! as thanks for, y'know, everything."

"wow, thank you," you say in surprise, taking the paper bakery bag that she's hopefully holding out to you. the chocolate croissant inside is a little flattened, but you're warmed by the gesture regardless.

"no problem!" spider-woman jumps back up onto the balcony railing, sitting and swinging her legs like a little kid. "so, uh, yeah. just wanted to do that. i hope it wasn't weird. was it weird?"

you can't help but laugh. "you're cute," you say sincerely, the words slipping out against your will—flustered, you quickly change the subject before she can notice. "um, i'm not really busy right now so… you can come in and hang out for a bit, if you want."

"really?" she tentatively slides off the railing and trots inside after you like a lost puppy. "i feel bad for intruding—ooh, were you doing homework?"

"yeah, just studying for a test," you respond, sitting down and gesturing for her to pull out a chair as well. "do you know anything about chemistry?"

"i love it!" she exclaims, perking up and scooting closer to get a better look at your notes. "i first made my web fluid in my high school chemistry lab actually, it was… well, it was a learning experience. what are you studying?"

"acid-base reactions, most of it went over my head when my professor was lecturing about it…"

before you know it, two hours have gone by in a flash. spider-woman just has this bright and likable aura around her, and as she chatters about chemistry with infectious enthusiasm and tells you funny stories about her experiences as the city's resident superhero, you find that you already feel even more at ease with her than you are with your own roommate.

"we should do this again soon," you tell her when she has to leave, standing on your balcony surrounded by the bustling sounds of the city. "and be careful, alright? don't go swinging into any more buildings."

"i promise!" she assures you with a laugh, giving you a cheerful wave before she jumps from your balcony and swings off.

after that, spider-woman starts swinging by to see you a lot more often. you can tell she still feels guilty about accidentally breaking into your apartment, because she always comes with gifts of flowers or random pastries from the bakery down the street.

"you really don't need to go to all this trouble for me," you tell her, amused, when she presents you with an entire cake.

"it's no trouble at all!" she insists cheerfully, then gasps. "unless you don't like it. do you not like it?"

"no! i really appreciate it, i promise. it's just, you don't have to get me stuff if you don't want to."

"i want to!"

it's after a few weeks of the dorky superhero swinging by your apartment that you begin to realize you might be developing a bit of a crush on her. which is ridiculous, really, considering you have no idea what she looks like under the mask and you don't know her real name either. you don't know anything about her.

but you do know her, in a way. you know that she likes to pretend she's this cool badass superhero when in reality she's just a science nerd who gets excited about mixing chemicals. you know that she loves rescuing kittens from trees even though she's scared of cats, just because it's worth it to see the relief on its owner's face. you know that she sometimes swings by elementary schools during recess because a wave or a thumbs-up from spider-woman always makes the kids' entire day. you know that she's smart, she's kind, she's clumsy, she loves helping people more than anything.

you know her well enough for your heart to flutter every time you hear her tap on your balcony door, no matter the time or reason. she usually comes by during the day now, just to bring you gifts and hang out, but every once in a while she'll still crash on your balcony in the middle of the night with injuries from fighting crime.

this is one of those nights, apparently. a forceful knock on your front door is what wakes you up at 11pm one sunday night, and you groan as you're violently dragged out of your peaceful sleep.

"coming," you mumble half to yourself, throwing a random hoodie over your pajamas and hauling yourself to the door. "i have class tomorrow, who even—"

it's spider-woman, leaning heavily against the doorframe. "hi," she croaks. the knocking must have tired her out, because she topples into your arms as soon as you open the door.

"what…" you blink groggily for a few seconds, slowly processing the girl draped all over you. your half-asleep brain notes that she's very warm. it's like a nice blanket.

then you realize that your apartment door is still wide open, and the city's most famous superhero is just standing right there in the hall where anyone could see. "what are you doing here?" you yelp, pulling her inside and hurrying to close the door. "you're in your suit and everything! did anyone see you come up?"

"dunno," she mumbles, tucking her face into the crook of your neck. "i hit my head really hard. didn't think swinging was a good idea…"

you maneuver the superhero onto your couch, and she whines when you pull away to go get the medical kit. "hurts."

"looks like there isn't any bleeding," you say, kneeling down next to the couch and examining her head. "do you think it might be a concussion?"

"probably," she rasps, squishing herself further into the couch and looking like a burrito with the blanket you put over her. "should heal in a few hours."

you furrow your brow, still not used to what she calls her spidey-healing. "okay, get some sleep. you can stay here as long as you want, alright?"

"gotta wake up early," she says drowsily. "chemistry lab tomorrow…"

you blink. you… also have a chemistry lab tomorrow. "is that so?"

"yeah." you think her eyes are closed behind her mask, but then she shifts her head slightly and giggles softly to herself. "you're sooo pretty… i was so scared to talk to you in class."

wait, what?

spider-woman keeps rambling as she drifts off to sleep. "wanted to ask you out… but i was too shy without the mask. ran away, so embarrassing…"

wait, what?

"you're really cool," she mumbles. "and nice… and pretty… i like you a lot… want to take care of you like… like you take care of me…"

a pause. "you should go out with me," she says, then falls silent. tiny snores start coming out of her mask.

you slowly stand up, head spinning with all these new revelations.

huh.

you decide to go back to sleep.

it's around three in the morning when you wake up again to the sounds of someone shuffling around in the living room. you reluctantly slide out of your nice warm bed, slipping a hoodie on and heading out of your bedroom to find the source of the commotion.

"sorry, did i wake you?" spider-woman hovers uncertainly by the open door, dressed in civilian clothes—a hoodie and sweatpants—though she still has her spider-woman mask on, which looks so ridiculous that you have to smile at the sight.

"yeah… you're leaving already?" you ask, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"yep," she says, awkwardly shifting her bundled-up superhero suit from hand to hand. "um. you should go back to bed, i know you have an early class tomorrow…" and so do i, she thinks to herself ruefully.

"let me see you off first," you insist through another yawn, covering your mouth with one oversized hoodie sleeve. "be careful on your way down, okay?"

"i will," she mumbles shyly. you can't see it, but she's blushing so hard at the gentleness in your voice and the soft way you're looking at her that she's scared her mask might burn right off her face. i've got to leave before i do anything stupid, she thinks, embarrassed. why is she so nice… and pretty…

the superhero is halfway down the hall when you remember all of last night's events and suddenly get an idea.

"yoohyeon," you call out, leaning against your doorframe.

she stops and turns around. "yeah?"

a pause.

you see the exact moment she realizes. "i—oh fuck—i mean, um—" she flounders, wildly looking around and laughing nervously. "wh-who's yoohyeon? i'm just your friendly neighbourhood spider-kim—i mean—"

you smile teasingly. "next time you ask me on a date, do it when you're not suffering from a concussion."

you don't know what her facial expression is like under her mask, but spider-woman—yoohyeon—looks like she's about to pass out, if the way she's clutching her suit in a death grip is any indication.

your smile softens. "i like you too, just so you know. a lot." you step back inside your apartment, but then you poke your head out again (yoohyeon is still standing there, frozen in shock) and add, "come back and ask me again tomorrow, okay? properly."

you close the door and take a deep breath. you feel as if your heart had stopped beating momentarily, but now it resumes racing excitedly in your chest.

hopefully i didn't just make a huge mistake.

meanwhile, yoohyeon is practically having heart palpitations outside. she spends a while just gaping like a fish at your closed door, but then she comes to her senses and practically breaks her neck sprinting to the elevator.

oh god, i need to look nice tomorrow!

the next morning, you're sitting at the kitchen table doing some studying before class when you hear the distinct noise of feet landing lightly on your balcony outside. there's the sounds of someone pacing for a while. then a light knock sounds on the glass door, making you turn around.

it's yoohyeon. not spider-woman, but kim yoohyeon from your 6:30am chemistry class. she's wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater, her long hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders and her dark brown eyes bravely staring into yours. in her hands is a small bouquet of red-and-blue flowers.

"did you swing up here?" you ask incredulously, tearing your eyes away from her and looking around. the sun is starting to rise, painting the sky in a soft rosy hue that matches the blush on yoohyeon's face. "did—"

"wait—please don't say anything," she interrupts, eyes squeezed shut. "before i chicken out."

she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, meeting your gaze. "hi, i'm kim yoohyeon. um, i'm also spider-woman, and i… i'd really like to take you out on a date sometime."

she smiles hopefully at you. you step closer to her, taking the bouquet from her hands and leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek. yoohyeon's blush intensifies, and your heart soars.

"it's nice to meet you, kim yoohyeon," you tell her, matching her smile. "and i'd love to go out with you."

#dreamcatcher #yoohyeon #kim yoohyeon #dreamcatcher x reader #yoohyeon x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #kpop x reader #kim yoohyeon x reader #yoohyeon scenarios #dreamcatcher x fem reader #kpop x fem reader #THE ENDING FEELS SO RUSHED HELP but it’s done what can i do #btw: not shown are yoohyeon’s 827928918716653682 texts to dami yelling about her crush and begging her to come back 🤡

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Corporate Struggles

╰┈➤ hobie brown x gn!reader

Synopsys: rockstar!hobie is struggling; he comes to Walmart for a new job where you work. ~1.8k words Notes/warnings: pet names for the reader. he’s taller than the reader. maybe ooc?

On your regular Monday afternoon, you clock into your shift at Walmart. "8:01 am, good enough." You mutter, walking to the back, where you're assigned to be taking items from, so you can shelve them, where needed. Suddenly, a shockingly tall man bumps into you.

“Ah- sorry, mate, oh- wait, you work here, right?” He says gesturing to your obvious Walmart uniform.

“Yeah, I do, how can I help ya?"

“Well, I’m in need of a job, whole rockstar deal ain’t working out for me too well, ya see.” He tells you, leaning down slightly to face you better.

“Oh, that sucks mate, but yeah I could lead you over to someone to get you an application and all, shouldn’t be too difficult to land a job here, I don’t think.” You reply, gesturing at him to follow you with your hand.

He follows, “Thank you, doll, I appreciate the help.”

Although you’re a bit flustered at the pet name, you keep your cool, “It’s nothing really, don’t worry about it!” Leading him over to the manager’s office, you open the door and greet the lady working there. “Hey Janet, I have this guy who would like to get a job here.”

“Sure thing, come in both of you,” she greets leading you two to take a seat on the chairs facing her desk. She conducts a normal questionnaire, Hobie answering her questions and you feeling like you should probably leave, but not doing so because you feel it’s too awkward at this point. After finishing up her questionnaire, “Alright, you seem a good fit to work with us, just fill out this information form and you’ll be set to come in to work tomorrow!” she says to Hobie. “And thank you for helping Hobie here find me, y/n.”

“It’s no problem, Janet,” you reply.

Hobie interjects, “Hold on, I can come in tomorrow, that soon?”

“Yup! You see we’re a little short staffed, so the extra hand is needed as soon as possible.” Janet replies a little sheepishly.

“Well, thanks. I’m... looking forward to it.” Hobie says beginning to make his way out the door.

Following him you give him your goodbyes, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, I s’pose.”

“Ughh, yeah I guess so…” he grumbles in a voice stark in comparison to his cheery tone earlier.

“Ay, not to excited for work tomorrow, I take it?”

“No, of course not. I’m devastated that I have to turn to the point of working for a capitalistic system like Walmart...” The very name seemingly giving him shivers down his spine. “I really didn’t want it to come to something like this. But I’m left with no other option, with the bastard cops shutting down all my concerts, and background checks… getting in the way of most other jobs, it seems that the corporate society we live in has won once again. Landing me at Walmart, the only place they’ve left that I can turn to to get a couple bucks, so I don’t starve to death.” He, to some, rambles incoherently, but you understand his words and can relate in some ways to his struggles, even though you’re not a rockstar, like he apparently is.

“I understand the struggle, mate-”

“-Hobie, you can just call me Hobie, unless you prefer love, of course.” He cuts you off. “And I understand that it may be tough dealing with this harsh reality that I face, at least there’s a pretty face to keep me some company.” He says, and this time looking up at him, you can see the playful look coming onto his features, as he speaks, smirking down at you. Before you can get a word in, he starts, “Well, I’ll be off now, see you tomorrow!” he calls walking away.

‘That was odd,’ you think to yourself, but continue on your day, like a good little corporate worker, anyways.

…

You come in 30 minutes early to work the next day, via orders from your boss, who decided that you would be perfect to help situate Hobie to his new job. ‘He’s hot though, so I’m not too upset about the loss of some sleep, I guess,’ you think to yourself.

“’Ello, doll, pleasure seeing you here, today.” Hobie says coming over to you, in his casual attire.

‘Speak of the devil.’ You speak, “Hey, Hobie, come with me; I’ll show you to the employee changing room to get you a new uniform, and all.” Walking to the back, you lead him into the room and pick up his uniform shirt and vest. Turning to hand them to him, you see him there, looking at you, shirtless. “W- what are you doing,” you ask, dumbfounded, staring at his exposed torso.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m going to change. Isn’t that what we came back here for?” He asks you, tilting an eyebrow up.

“Um- I s’pose so. Yeah, here, go ahead. I was just thinking you would’ve liked to change in the bathroom or something,” you tell him trying to avoid staring at his lean chest, and slutty little waist.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, doll. I don’t mind letting a cutie like you ogle at my handsome build.” He says, giggling a bit at his own words. He puts on the shirt and vest, “Alright, whadya think, sugar?”

“You look perfectly ready to labor away for the big-name corporations,” you reply with a smirk.

…

You’ve introduced him to most of the back machinery, and how to do the job and he’s actually pretty helpful. Leaning up to place something onto the tallest shelf, you swear you could’ve reached it (maybe with some climbing if you’re short.) But Hobie decides otherwise, plucking the can from your hand, to lean against your back and place it at the top of a stack. Looking up you can see that he’s at eye level with the shelf. “Ahm… um.. thank you,” you mumble out, looing away from him, who hasn’t moved from his spot behind you.

Leaning down into your ear, he knows, he whispers, “I don’t mind, doll. You can always ask for my help.” He pulls back and continues on with his job, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his features.

‘Finding love at Walmart? Wild, typa shit you only find in fanfics. Haha.” Pushing aside the thought, you continue stocking the shelves.

…

You get home after another day of work, tired as you usually are. Throwing your stuff where it goes, you strip down and change into some cute pajamas. You heat up a pizza and sit down to eat it. Your window is open, and you admire the view outside your apartment. Spider-punk passes by- wait what? You hop up to look outside your window and see Spider-punk, in-the-flesh. He’s fighting some... thing and you can only watch as he finishes up a battle with it and throws it through some kinda portal. ‘It’s him. It’s spider-punk I gotta say hi.’ “HEY, SPIDER-PUNK!” You yell out your window and he actually hears you, to your surprise. ’He must have some super hearing power or something. Oh, he’s coming over here, omg.’

Spider-punk comes over to your window and flinches with what seems like surprise at seeing you, it’s hard to tell with the mask. “’Ello, love, fan of mine I see?” He asks in a teasing tone.

‘He sounds familiar,’ but you brush it off because that’s not too important right now. “Yeah! You’re amazing! I really appreciate all the good you do for our communities, you’re a hero,” you all but gush to him.

“I’m glad to know someone so pretty appreciates my work, although I’m not a hero, calling myself a hero would only be self-absorbed and narcissistic.”

“Well, you’re a hero to me,” you tell him. Noticing him glance down at your pajamas for a few moments too long and you look down, realizing your current choice of attire. You’re only wearing some tiny, mildly revealing, pajamas. “Oh- sorry, I was going to head to bed soon,” you bashfully mention, gesturing to your pajamas.

“Don’t apologize, who said I don’t appreciate the view,” he says sending you a wink. You try to stumble out a response, but he stops you. “Listen, love, you’re very cute. And you’ve got a charming vibe to ya. How ‘bout you let me come inside?” Sensing he wanted more than to share your heat up pizza, you couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same. You nodded and gestured at him to come inside.

He looks around, “Nice place you got here, doll.”

“Thank-“

“Listen I have to tell you something.” He interrupts you. He pulls off his mask letting his hair and face be revealed.

That’s… “Hobie? Like new Walmart co-worker, Hobie?”

“Yes, sadly that’s me. You see with the whole Spiderman thing I’ve been too busy and had to cancel too many of my shows or just had to downright flake on everyone, to the point where no one really shows up anymore. And I can’t blame them as I’ve been a shitty wannabe rockstar lately, but I’ve just got no time for both jobs. But Miguel, that ass, has been refusing to pay me for my Spiderman stuff. Saying some, ‘the real reward of this job is knowing you help people.’ Well obviously, but we live in this capitalistic society, and I need food to survive. And the part about my record is true, cause I’ve tried to get by stealing from these corporations but they’ve caught onto me. The hair is a little too easy to recognize,” he stumbles to a stop. “Sorry for goin’ on and on but I kinda needed to get that off my chest.” He finishes his monologue and looks up at you seemingly a little embarrassed.

Not knowing how to comfort him you open your arms to him for a hug. “Seems like you’ve had quite a bit going on, and I’m not so great with comforting but, uh, do you want a hug?” He smiles at your words and wraps his arms around your shoulders and you around his waist. He’s pretty tall so he puts his head on top of yours and you stay like that for a bit. “Hobie,” you whisper not wanting to ruin the moment. “Want to move to the couch, um, or my bed if you want?”

“That’d be nice,” he mumbles into your hair letting you lead him. He didn’t specify where he’d prefer, but saying as he’s so tall it may be best to go to your bed. You shuffle over there, still hugging him, when your legs hit the side of the bed. Before you can move to climb onto it, Hobie picks you up and places you on the mattress. He climbs up on top of you and snuggles his head into your shoulder. Not long after, you can hear him snoring. Hugging him tighter you begin to drift off as well to the comfort of cuddling with Hobie Brown.

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leftclown · 10 months

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So now I'm gonna move on and actually describe an experience I have had as a trans man who is currently detransitioned due to financial status. This experience involves both misogyny and transphobia, and I'm not really here to debate weather or not I Can experience these things, instead I'm just going to share it.

So I guess somewhat important context to this is that I am rather feminine by appearence. If you encountered me in the wild you'd think I was the hoodie and cookie monster pajama girl from high school. My partner, also not currently receiving gender affirming care passes a bit better than me. He at the very least gives people pause or incites confusion. Usually, though, people just assume he's a young man.

I was going to get a state ID because I had moved recently to another state. My ID from my previous state had my gender marked as M because I went through the due process to get that done. New home state has a policy that if youre from out of state you have to get your ID processed at the police station. My partner is also trans and had gone a week prior to get his done, and they had respected his ID's gender marker, moving all of his information from the out of state record.

I go in and of course I am marked F, so upon reviewing it I said thats incorrect, because my ID says M. We go back and forth and I eventually produce my partner's ID and say "you did it for him just last week". Big mistake on my part because I'm honestly still learning how not to give people like this the benefit of the doubt. Regardless, they go to their manager to figure out what to do.

A few minutes later I am called alone into the managers office. Here's a shortlist of this meeting;

-Thet confiscated my partners ID without him present

-Told me my due process didn't matter, that I can only change it if I had a letter saying I had already had SRS.

-Took my previous ID and voided it so I couldn't change my birth certificate

-Made me submit my ID as F

-Tell me my partner has to come in to correct his to F as well

This all happens very quickly, and I try to advocate for myself and lose. By the end of it, I am crying a bit and I mutter to myself "This is fucking insane".

This is the part that really fucked me up.

The manager stepped forward toward me, holding her hands in that defensive position, the one cops to do say 'I'm calm but prepared to use force', you know where they tilt their hips forward and rest their hands on the front of their belt. She tells me "I understand you're upset, but there is no swearing in here."

I am a nearly 30 year old MAN. And she is trying to tell me not to swear like I'm some teenager giving her lip.

"I'm not from here, this is just how I talk" I say, not yet realizing that she is trying to instigate. She prods this issue again, trying to detract me, trying to get me to cuss more. Trying to rile me up. I become quiet and still, thank them for their time and leave. She called me Sweetheart as I left.

And there is nothing I can do in this situation. Im dealing with cops in a red state. There's nothing I can do but cave to the authority because my plans are bigger than this. Because to further advocate is to put myself in danger and she made that very clear by drawing a line at me swearing. So I submit.

Submitting in a situation like this feels like your power is being taken from you. Like they are physically removing something from your arms and trying to get it back would be a major risk. It's not just that someone is stepping on me, it's that theyre telling me politely to get on the ground so I can be stepped on. It felt especially oppressive in this scenario, but it always feels like this. In the workplace, in social group, in family, a trans man is the least respectable thing you can be because not only are you a woman, but you're a crazy, damaged woman and if you're me you get ire for being a waste of a pretty face.

There's always a timeline too, it can be long or short but it always goes like this; People receive me initially with feigned tolerance and some mild comparisons to my partner's masculinity. Then they start poking and pushing and trying to see if I'm really a trans man in ways they think is subtle but to me is very unsubtle. Eventually, when they've disrespected me to the point of reacting emotionally, they act like they've gotten their gotcha moment because I've displayed the Ultimate Thing that makes you Not A Man: Tears. Most of them don't even need to get to there to conclude I'm a trender because well if I'm already almost 30 and haven't transitioned, I must not want it bad enough.

I'm sharing this story not just because it displays the intersections of being a trans man, how hard it is to obtain respect and how fragile that respect is, but also because I know there are guys out there who are like me. I see you, you with the puffy lips and round hips, you who can't transition right now, you who feels like he's waiting for a some day, for a time when it's just okay to exist out there and be treated with the basic fucking dignity of telling someone "Hi, I'm Dave" and having them reply without looking at your tits first. Who has beat himself up in the quiet hours for years for being too emotional, too feminine, feeling assaulted by the way the world wants to commodify your body and demonize your mind. You deserve to be seen and respected.

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ornii · 1 year

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Bitterly Beautiful, Part 3

Part 3: “Do You See what I see?”

"Let's assess this situation, shall we? There's Bag over my head for, whatever reason. My wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die. Wednesday is probably upset I somehow didn't see this coming, as Corny as that was."

(Y/n) and Wednesday sit side by side in chairs, bound by rope and Bagged. Their bags are removed. They're still within the library, surrounded by masked and cloaked individuals.

"Hmmm, what's the best response, a cry for help? A plead for a deal? Perhaps I'll yell at them to let us go, oh! I have it!" He thinks and spoke up.

"Just a word of advice before you guys do another kidnapping, it's pretty offensive to put a bag over the head of a guy who can't see to begin with. Be better." He says, and one of the members steps up.

"Who dares breach our inner sanctum?" They say.

"You can take the mask off, Bianca." Wednesday said, and Bianca removes her mask.

"Ah, I knew that voice had a distinct bitchy tone."

"And just like that, my hopes were dashed against the rocks of bitter disappointment. My foe was no psychotic killer. More like a bunch of high school clowns." Wednesday thought. "Wait, I preferred you with it on."

"How did you get down here?"

"I tracked the watermark to the Poe statue." Wednesday said.

"Then I solved the riddle to get in here." (Y/n) chimes in.

"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice." One member asks.

"Wow, this is probably the least threatening group of Kidnappers i have ever seen, it's not many I've seen but still."

"Well, aren't you the brightest in the bunch?"

"The Nightshades are an elite social club." Bianca said, and Xavier steps up, revealing he himself is also one with Ajax and others. "Emphasis on elite."

"We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip."

"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild."

"Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?" Wednesday said. "Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded."

"Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died." Xavier adds in.

"But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves." Yoko said.

"Someone like Rowan?" Wednesday asked.

"We booted that loser last semester. Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library." One asks, and Xavier steps up next to them.

"I say we invite them to pledge. They're both legacies, Especially (Y/n), son of King Buarainech, the last leader of the Fomorians."

"After the crap they pulled in the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell. We talk about not making waves? She's a tsunami and he's just a thunderstorm brewing."

"Just because I beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble. I'm not interested in joining." Wednesday said.

"You're seriously turning us down?" One asks.

"Can you believe it?" Wednesday responds coldly.

"Untie her."

"I freed myself five minutes ago." Wednesday stands up, showing her untied rope.

"It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name. Anyway when you're done with toying with the Bootleg Secret Society (Y/n), I'll be waiting." Wednesday left, they stood there, looking a bit dumb, only the silence to be halted off by laughing. (Y/n)'s subsequently.

"That girl.. she's a force of nature.." he says smiling, he sighs eventually and cracks his neck.

"As much as I'd enjoy the parties and Skinny dipping, I'd rather do that by myself than a bunch of rich elitism bearing assholes, so...Go dtuga gaotha Sídhe saor m'anam."

A gust hits his bindings and unties him, he stands up and dusts himself off. He heads upstairs, leaving the elite looking even more dumbfounded.

"There were so many threads to my investigation, I could weave a burial shroud. I still have no idea how Rowan mysteriously rose from the dead. Or why that monster is prowling the woods. But right now, nothing intrigues me more than this book. If I'm going to be responsible for Nevermore's demise, the question is, why am I sharing this apocalypse with a pilgrim?"

The Next Morning Rose Like an undead zombie , early and still. Students stand in the courtyard to gather for what Principal Weems has to say, (Y/n) arrives as Enid drags him along out of bed.

"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00. As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students." She begins, while (Y/n) and Enid catch up.

"So, what's the deets between you and Wednesday?" She asks, her interest in his relationships was, off putting a bit.

"I.. haven't a faintest clue what you mean." He says acting dumb

"You can't play dumb, your best asset is that you're insanely Smart and like, Super Hot. Like a tragic poet. But seriously everyone sees you prowling around with her." Enid says, and has a hint of jealousy in her voice. "We haven't been spending as much time together." She says and he lets out a soft sigh.

"I know, sorry about that, I'm just showing her the ropes and, admittedly she isn't as bad as i thought she would have been. She can be absolutely terrifying but I mean who can't? You can be pretty scary when the Kittys claws come out." He says, which is reassuring to Enid.

"Well, at least I know I'm not losing my Bestie." She says warmly and takes his hand. Wednesday tilts her attention towards it, watching.

"Of course not, we can hang out after Outreach day. I'll smooth everything over with Ajax for you too, he's not as, cloud minded as i thought." He says, they're approached by another school member and handed Pamphlets, Enid opens hers and squeaks a bit.

"Yes! Yes! I got Pilgrim World. I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice." She says, he hands her his and she checks it. "You got it too! This is perfect! All we need is Wednesday—"

As if speaking the Devils name and she appears, Wednesday approaches them as she’s watching their very... friendly, interaction.

"Wednesday, What'd you get?" Enid asks.

"Uriah's Heap, whatever that is." She replies.

"Ew. It's this weird, creepy antique store." Enid explains, (Y/n) taps his cane on the ground.

"It actually had some pretty neat stuff, it's where I got my cane, You'll love it though." He said, they're shuttled to Jericho, they depart off the bus and to their respective locations, but Wednesday approaches Enid with an offer.

"Enid. Switch volunteer assignments."

"What? No. Uriah's Heap is definitely not my bag."

"It's an emergency. I need to check out Pilgrim World." Wednesday says, and Enid frowns at her.

"You know you can go a day without (Y/n), it's toxic to get so dependent on someone." Enid says, trying to help Wednesday, who was actually a bit stunned by that. Her jaw locks and she stiffens up a bit, keeping her emotions in check but internally boiling at the thought of her and (Y/n), Together? Perhaps it's anger, Perhaps it's embarrassment, perhaps it's wanting. Wednesday, as usual, shoves her emotions down deep and calms herself.

"(Y/n) and I work a professional relationship to investigate something, nothing more. Nothing less." Wednesday said through her gritting teeth. Enid just sighs.

"Denial is the first Symptom, of Love Struck-itis." Enid says, much to the annoyance of Wednesday

"Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?" She said, and Wednesday offers her a very enticing offer.

"Because Ajax is volunteering there. Thing sneaked a peek at his assignment. But if you're not interested..."

"No! Oh my God, thank you. You're the best!" Enid takes it and runs off, Wednesday heads to pilgrim World with an awaiting (Y/n) he turns to Wednesday, sending the dread approaching.

"Hey, want to take a Pilgrim group photo?" He Says Smiling, which Wednesday just stares daggers at him.

"Guess not." He says shrugging. They're interrupted by a woman dressed as such a pilgrim.

"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC..." she begins, which confuses most. "Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement. Yonder. Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone. And beyond is our privy, America's first gender-neutral restroom."

"I haveth a query." Wednesday chirps up from the ground, standing by the wayside with (Y/n), who feigned interest.

"Pray, be quick, child." She replies.

"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?"

"It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot."

"Riveting" (Y/n) said sarcastically.

"I volunteer to work in there." Wednesday says.

"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World." She says and Leads them to a building, with a sign (Y/n) looks up towards.

"...So, what does it say?" He asks Wednesday.

"I'm not your personal eyes." She says with her cold classic demeanor.

"Please?" He asks, turning up his cuteness, which just makes Wednesday want to vomit. She scoffs.

"Only to make you stop making those faces, it says "Ye Olde Fudgery"..More like ye olde diabetes in a box."

"Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud." The woman hands the two uniforms of that of ancient pilgrims. The two look at them and take them, reluctantly the two dress as pilgrims and prepare to serve the people, Wednesday, being as creepy as she usually is, prepares blocks of fudge and speaks in fluent German.

"Enjoy your "authentic" pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon. All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history. Also, fudge wasn't invented for another 258 years. Any takers?" She says offering to the German tourists, who do not take it, she takes this opportunity to walk off, and find her partner in crime, which (Y/n) was using a knife to, with scary precision, cut blocks of Fudge into tiny squares, he halts as he sensed Wednesday. Her lack of Heartbeat and Cold aura was easily detectable.

"So, enjoying Tormenting Tourists?" He said and jams the knife into the table, she stands there.

"Come with me, there is something we need to investigate."

"Hm, I thought you were flying solo." He said, "You know, no friends and that." He said and Wednesday looks at him, no hesitation in her eyes.

"As Annoying, egotistical, overbearing and as much of a nuisance as you are, you're valuable to the investigation." She says, he smiles and walks over to her, and with no fear in his heart, pats her head, which causes her to scowl at him.

"Thanks Shortie... okay, lead away." He says, they sneak away as (Y/n) follows.

"So, besides you hating everything about me, why do you tag me along?"

"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment. Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone. We have a meeting house to break into." she says and they get to a door, Wednesday, using a hairpin picks the lock and the door opens, they slowly open it and peer inside, they step in and close themselves in to investigate the old museum, which has glass displays of items back from that time, even a statue of Crackstone.

"My grandmother once told me secrets are like zombies... they never truly die. I'm not sure what secret Crackstone is hiding, but I have a strange feeling the answers to my future lie in the past." Wednesday says, the two look around, his hands slide across something, it's indented, he can make out words.

"The Old Meeting House, 1625. Wednesday.." he says, she walks over to see it.

"(Y/n), this is the girl I've seen . She's even holding the same book. That black one she had outside Crackstone's crypt." Wednesday says, they turn around and (Y/n) turns around to a display case. Wednesday peers into it.

"This is the book! Codex Umbrarum. That's Latin for "Book of Shadows." She says, she opens the case and picks it up, flipping through it, which the pages are blank.

"They're Blank, the pages."

"Hm.. sounds like my kind of book." (Y/n) said.

"It's a fake. I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler." Wednesday said, (Y/n) folds his arms.

"Cheap Props then, where the real one?" He asks, before the door bursts open.

"Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?" She said, glaring at the two.

"Mistress Arlene. How now?" Wednesday said.

"How now, indeed. I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me."

"mistress, We're simply dying to learn more about Crackstone." (Y/n) says trying to Wesel his way out of it,

"Yes, and this display case was already open."

"That book's a replica."

"You don't say." Wednesday said sarcastically.

"The original was stolen last month during the two o'clock witch trial."

"It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?"

"Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you both. To fudge-churning duty." She said to them, (Y/n) shrugs.

"Fine."

"The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?" Wednesday asks, and the Mistress finally drops her Gimmick.

"How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April." She says, and sends them off to churning, which they easily escape from as well, changing attire, the two head off to the cafe.

"So, were leaving again?"

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact." Wednesday said, "Okay, then what are we here for?" He asks.

"I'm actually here for Tyler."

"Tyler? You mean the Normie working there, why talk to him?" He asks, and Wednesday cuts him down.

"Who I speak to is my business." she says; they stop at the door and (Y/n) just scoffs, "Fine, do what you need to do then, I'll be waiting." He says, "Outside." He sits at a bench, not wanting to go in. Wednesday enters to find Tyler and Xavier.

"Want the usual?" Tyler asks approaching.

"And some help. You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it's still around?" Wednesday pulls out a map of Jericho and places it upon a table.

"What's left is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin."

"Show me." She said, and he put his finger on the map.

"Uh... There, but, look, it's kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads use that place as a crash pad. My dad has it cleared out every couple weeks. What's this about?"

"Nothing."

"You're becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing."

"Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help."

"Hey, listen, the ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00." Tyler ask, Wednesday does consider it, "Principal Weems would hang, draw and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication. And as enticing as that sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile. Besides, I know my way around the great outdoors."

"Don't tell me you were a Girl Scout."

"I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast. I have an uncle who went to prison for that." She says before leaving, she exits the Cafe where (Y/n) continues to sit, listening to the wind rolls along the sky. He feels someone stand in front of him, but he ignores her.

"Ready?"

"..." he began to ignore Thrace raven haired girl.

"You haven't gone deaf as well? You'd be useless at that point."

"No, I have not." He replies, Wednesday frowns slightly.

"You’d do your best to Cheer up, your smile is your only appeasing feature." She says, he scoffs at it but laughs.

"God aren't you just the charmer." He says before standing up.

"Okay, where to Short stuff." He asks, and (Y/n) and Wednesday leave, trudging through the forest, their journey comes to An end, finally entering a rundown burned down, building. Thing exits Wednesday backpack to assist searching.

"So, how do you know that you're going to destroy Nevermore exactly?" (Y/n) asks.

"A vision I had, from what I understand my, mother had them as well." Wednesday explains, but the two find nothing.

"Hm, empty..." he says.

"I was expecting more too."

Who "you talking to, little girl?" A man says. The two turn around to an obviously homeless man, long beard and disheveled look.

"Use "little" and "girl" to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety."

"This is my place. Get out!" The man yells, Wednesday turns left to (Y/n), "(Y/n), a hand here?" She says he sighs and walks over and picks up a leaf, he crushes the leaves into a dust.

"Go dtuga Do Bhrionglóidí Oíche Uafásach Ifrinn ar ceal." He says calmly and blows them in the man's face, he tries to swat it away, before all he sees is Fire, his arms; legs, hair all ablaze, he screams and runs out of the place. But to Wednesday, (Y/n) simply blew clumps of crushed leaves into his face and he ran away.

"What did you just do?" She asks.

"I put a hex on him, making him believe he's on fire. Good thing about being a Fomorian is you learn how to curse people at a young age."

"Curses? Hexes? You must Teach me that."

"I'm not teaching you how to curse people, if I did you'd just curse anyone that's a minor inconvenience to you to death." He says, "Anyway. Can't you just touch something and a vision occurs?"

"No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously." Wednesday says.

"Okay... why not ask your Mom? If she had visions before." (Y/n) says, and Thing agrees:

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice."

"Sounds like you just don't want to try." He says, which raises the ire of Miss Addams.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?" She says and begins to touch things.

"No. Nothing. Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight." She holds up a Taco Bell bag and shakes it at (Y/n) who folds his arms.

"Well jokes on you, i can't read that anyway." He says smugly, Wednesdays scoffs at him and walks back to the gate.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks." She says and touches the door; her body looks like it was struck by lightning, she stiffens like a corpse in Rigor Mortis. (Y/n) quickly rushes to her before she falls on the ground; and he holds her, like the Corpse of a Bride.

"Wednesday? Wednesday can you hear me? Thing! What's happening?!" He yells; Thing makes motions but (Y/n) shakes his head.

"I know I know!" He yells; and a storm begins to brew.

"We gotta get out of here, I hope you're okay Wednesday." He says as he walks with her in his arms, her vision was much more vivid; this time she was in a completely different place, watching a mob of pilgrims surround a woman.

"Burn her! Burn her!"

"Devil spawn! Devil spawn!"

"Beast! Witch! Repent! Begone! Witch!"

"Stand aside!" A voice bellows through the crowd, adorned with fire and pitchforks, they split like the Red Sea to the founding father, Joseph Crackstone.

"Goody Addams! You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire." He says, and they cheer, Goody looks at him. As her resemblance to Wednesday was uncanny; besides the blonde hair, she was picture perfect.

"I am innocent. It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried. We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have stolen our land. You have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit. You are the true monster. All of you!" she yells, and he laughs at her falsehoods.

"You are abominations in the Devil's grip! I will not stop till I have expunged this New World of every outcast. Godless creatures! Set it ablaze!" He yells, they drag Goody to a building and toss her inside and locks her within. Wednesday follows and sees Goody look around, and she sees someone, a man who looks eerily similar to (Y/n) she rushes to his side.

"Cianán! Cianán!" She says, his weary head looks up, but it was obvious from the dark rings around his eyes, something happened. She grasps his wrists.

"There's no time, my Love. Leave me. Save yourself. He's chained us all to the floor." He says, Goody sees the bindings upon his wrist. "Crackstone, he laid black tar upon my eyes, I cannot see any more." His heartbroken Irish accent whispered sadness into her ears.

"I shan't leave without you." Goody grasps him, holding him so desperately. Her hands raise and gently grasp the sides of his chin. Tears flow solemnly down her cheeks.

"I shall only be a burden, Please. My Sweet Goody, Run. Run as fast as you can. You are our only hope." He said, his hands rose and gently took her wrists, She leaned into his face and laid her lips upon his, a long kiss of farewells, he whispers gently into her ears.

"I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí"

And Goody leaves, escaping as flames dance along the building. Even now she's longing for the embrace of her love, Wednesday watches their kiss and departure, but smoke begins to fill her lungs, and she finds herself surrounded in the dark, mist swoons the ground and Goody runs up to her:

"He won't stop until he's killed us all! He's here." She runs, and Wednesday turns around to Crackstone staring her down.

"There will be no escape for you!" He yells and trips her up, she falls back and awakens from her vision, she lies on the ground, wet. She sits up to see herself not within the broken down building, but a small bear cave and a lit fire next to her body to attempt to warm her up, it was (Y/n) who was also wet.

"Back?" He asks, Wednesday stood up and looked around.

"Rainfall, had to drag my Corpse Bride to safely... that's you." He said, "Thing helped." He adds in, thing is sitting next to (Y/n) on the back of his palm. He can feel the slight shiver on her body and he tosses another piece of wood into the flames.

"You're shivering, Cmon sit." He says and Wednesday opens her mouth to speak.

"Look, before you say anything, just shut up and let me help you. It's not wrong to ask people for help, and if you think I'm somehow a threat then you're probably as blind as I am." He says, Wednesday stares at him, but then slowly obliges and sits next to him, warming herself in the flames.

"So, saw anything in your Vision?" He asks.

"The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago." she explains, the rain pours, but Wednesdays focus was on the shadow that rushes past the entrance. Wednesday gives chase and (Y/n) stands up.

"W-Wednesday? Wednesday!" He yells, he runs after her, barely able to keep up. He finally reaches her as she's kneeling down.

"What are you looking at?" He says. And She stands up and turns to him.

"The monster is human. Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones." She explains, (Y/n) kneels down and feels only water.

"Hm.. that's just water to me. I can't smell anything the waters washed the scent away... your visions, When did they start?"

"About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation."

"Yeah, but you can't control it and that freaks you out, doesn't it?" He says, "What could you possibly know about me?" Wednesday said.

"You like to be in control of everything, your life, your feelings, so when something comes in that changes it, you push it away, out of the fear of something you can't control. You're a force of nature... it's terrifying and, at the same time, I can't keep my.. heh, eyes off of it." He says, tuning his attention to Wednesday, there was silence between them, a slight bloom of emotion came from Wednesday, but she quickly buried those feelings.

"Anyway, your visions seem, erratic, I don't think we can trust them."

"I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive."

"It was 400 years ago, what does that have to do with you?"

"Rowan's drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad."

" it sounds like You're creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up. They're telling you what you want to see.

"Are you mansplaining my power?"

"Is me saving you from a creepy old man "Man-Saving" or is that just me doing my job? All I'm saying is that you can't rely on things you can't always be sure of." He said.

"I believe Rowan was right. Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster. Whoever it is."

Wednesday and (Y/n) finally reach Nevermore and Wednesday poses a question.

"You Speak Gaelic." She says.

"Gaelic Irish, Yes."

"When I was having my vision, someone said something I want you to Translate: "I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí" Wednesday Said, relaying the words Goodys lover one said to her, (Y/n) takes these words and seemingly processes them in his head, his hard ass demeanor slowly fades.

"If my translation is correct, and it usually is... the person said. "In Death, I will love you always." He says, meaning the final words Cianán said to his lover Goody, is that even in his death he will love her in the after life. Wednesday begins to consider things much, drastically. Could history be repeating itself? And could the Man talking to her end up dying for her? For his Love? Will She end up falling for him and watching him suffer a miserable death all the same?

"Hello? Earth to Wednesday?" He asks, she finally looks at him and he asks again.

"Who said it? The message." He asks, and Wednesday kept her deadpan expression.

"I don't know, I couldn't make out their face." She replies, (Y/n) shrugs and decides to trust he, as scary as that was, the end of the is slowly rolling in and students arrive at the heart of Jericho for the celebration, stufende gather and specifically for the music presentation. (Y/n) and Wednesday walk together towards the gather.

"I thought nothing scared me, but that was before I stared into the eyes of Joseph Crackstone. I don't believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain, but I've never faced an adversary cast in bronze"

(Y/n) sits down, and Enid scoots over to be next to him, he smiles and they watch and or listen to the Mayor as he stands before a podium, a statue and outdoor fountain combination, made of striking bronze.

"Thank you. It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve. So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory. Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity." The Mayor Says, and the class begins to do a rendition of "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac, A Water Like liquid begins move within it, splitting out like said fountain. (Y/n)'s nose crinkles up.

"Enid..do you smell that?"

"No, is it my breath?" She asks panicked, "I was really close to Ajax and I hope it didn't—"

"No, you're fine, it's odd it smells like—"

Before his nose could discover the origin of the scent, a flash of burning heat washed over him like a fuming blanket. He couldn't make it out perfectly but he could easily tell that the statue was burning. Students ran, teachers and adults struggled to understand what was going on. What cut though most of the screaming was music, (Y/n) tried to understand where it was coming from, and he eventually did as the harrowing strings of Vivaldi's "Winter" bellows from the side, he can only imagine that's it's coming from one person. Wednesday Addams, and it all slowly began to piece together who was behind this, while it couldn't be proven. (Y/n) wasn't the only person to figure this all out. Weems, who dragged Wednesday into her office was more than upset, she was enthralled with rage.

"That was a disaster. The mayor is furious! I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I."

"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home."

"Miss Addams... you're already on thin ice. Wafer-thin ice. I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean." she said, which is only partly true. As the only "Hand" involved was Thing.

"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you. You're a trouble magnet." Weems glares at the child, who stands up, literally for herself.

LIf trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Jericho. Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? Don't you know its real history with outcasts? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesdays asks, and Weems frowns, admittedly nodding.

"I do. To an extent."

"Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

"That's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations."

"Nothing has changed since Crackstone. They still hate us. Only now they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles. If you're unwilling to fight for truth—"

"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray. Maybe for you.

"But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."

"...You're exhausting." Weems sighs, but Wednesday hasn't moved an inch.

"I know."

"..Goodnight, Miss Addams. But you should know... I don't tire easily." Weems says, before Wednesday is excused back to her room. Wednesday types on her vintage Typewriter, as on the other side of the room Enid was trying on clothes, as (Y/n) was sitting on her bed, helping her choose. Enid shows different styles one of a pot heirs of colors.

"Too much?" She asks.

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine."

"Wow, What a tragedy." (Y/n) says.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?" Enid asks, (Y/n) slyly smirks and shrugs.

"You're going to be late." (y/n) says as she gets dressed, Enid gives him a reassuring hug.

"Wish me luck."

"If he breaks your heart I'll curse him and his family for all eternity." He says and Enid leaves, (Y/n) and Wednesday are alone together. He lets out a sigh and turns to face her.

"So, gonna Just act like you didn't Blow the statue up?" He says as he approaches her, she continues to type. "Weems was pretty ticked off, angriest I've seen her in a while. So I have to ask, why?" He says. Wednesday continues to type, not paying attention to him.

"To Send a message, I don't believe in mandatory volunteer work, sugar-coated history, or happy endings, but most of all... I don't believe in coincidences. To paraphrase Agatha Christie, one coincidence is just a coincidence, two are a clue....and three are proof. Rowan's drawing of me and Crackstone happens sometime in the future. Goody Addams' warnings about Crackstone were in the past. And the monster is here in the present. Three coincidences that I know are connected. That monster could be anyone. The sheriff thinks they only exist behind the walls of this school. The truth is, there are monsters everywhere. And sometimes the monsters we least suspect are the most dangerous. They don't need teeth and claws to terrify. They hide in the shadows until no one is looking. And then they strike. But I'm looking now. And I won't stop until I find the truth." She says euch such intensity, she truly believes in herself and her words, and (Y/n) feels, confidence in that.

“I mean I get that you want to figure this all out, but you have to be more careful. And try and play nice with others.” He said.

"And if I don't?" Wednesday said, still working and tapping.

"Then I'll be forced to... Hmm. punish you." He said, and he could hear Wednesday scoff dryly.

"What could a blind warlock possible do to—" she says, before Wednesdays face freezes up like ice, her entire body stuff, and she just stares forward. She felt the warm arms and body of (Y/n) as he snuck up behind her for a soft hug. Wednesday had never been hugged, her intimidation was more than enough to keep most people away, but then again, (Y/n) really isn't "Most People".

“See? I know your weakness, Human interaction.” he laughed for a moment, before he can even say her name; Wednesday had him pinned down on the ground, full Mount with a pair of sharp pointed scissors aimed at him, she gripped them hard, and with her other hand she tightly grasped his shirt. Despite her petite form and body she was surprisingly well built and versatile.

"Tell me why, I shouldn't kill you.. Right now." Wednesday voice had no emotion, cold and for most to hear would be absolutely terrifying. But (Y/n) just laughed a bit, his focus was on her, even if he couldn't see.

"I told you I could get you, you know when we got captured by that Society, I told them that you.. Wednesday are a force of nature, and.. it's amazing. You're amazing.." He says, which somehow cools her boiling rage and for the first time in her life Wednesday Addams, is embarrassed; and the tiniest hint of red was on her pale skin, she stands up, getting off of him and tosses her scissors down near his neck.

"Leave, Now." She says, she turns around and he just stands up, Chuckling.

"Okay, okay, sorry for upsetting you... I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks. Hopeful.

"....I'll consider it." She replies and he smiles a bit wider.

"Well..be seeing you, Miss Addams." He said as he leaves the room, letting Wednesday have a shaky sigh. She looks at her hands, and clenches them, wondering one thing.

"What is this.. odd feeling in her heart?"

#wedensday x you #netflix #wednesday x reader #male reader #reader insert #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday addams x reader #wedesnday 2022 #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x reader #Enid Sinclair x Male Reader

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months

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Pspspsps!

Hey, hey!

I don’t remember if this was canon or just fanon, but there was something about Mei and putting trackers on her friends? In the TMKATI-verse, this could be her way of dealing with her parents, to know where her family is. Some keep them on them for her sake.

But what if it those trackers also had cameras and could record sound?

And it recorded the moment Mr. Star Lord of Fire hit Li Jing with his car?

I am only saying this because it would make for Nezhas favorite video clip ever.

And him showing it to Canon!Nezha would be good too. He’d get a human world phone just to have this video with him, I think.

May or may not show it to the rest of the canon group – many reactions ensue, at least a few snickers to a cackle.

But imagine, later – Li Jing for some reason has arrived and has to tell the canon-gang something (can be anything, not important). The Eclipse twins are placed a in a hastily made nest from the scarves/capes and given a phone with a video playing as distraction, while the grown ups deal with that a-hole.

And he’s talking.

And talking.

Man’s posturing more than saying the very important thing somebody high up in the Celestial Realm sent him to say. It’s very annoying. The 30 minute video the cubs were watching has ended already and they are now randomly jumping from video to video.

Until the algorithm manages something magical.

The next video they play, is the cucaracha car horn.

It is loud.

Loud that the gang instantly stiffen and desperately stone their expressions to not burst out a laugh.

Probably doesn’t help that the ‘huh’ sound Li Jing made was almost similar to the sound he made when hit with the car.

At least that got him to finish the message and leave.

Cackles ensue. The twins are confused but okay with the hugs baba is giving them.

Mei does in canon have trackers on the rest of the Monkie Kid gang as mentioned in "Noodles or Death", it's how they're able to find out where Pigsy and Tang are; apparently a camera is attached to Tang's glasses.

“I attached cameras to all of you guys a while back. Not so creepy now, is it?” ―Mei

The canon series doesn't really expand upon it much afterwards beyond being an easy way for the crew to find out where Tang and Pigsy went.

[In the TMKATI-verse, this could be her way of dealing with her parents, to know where her family is. Some keep them on them for her sake.]

Oh thats sad af. I love it >:)

Baby Mei def had attachment issues - her dragon parents knew she was the new Ring of Samadhi, and they didn't want to "get too attached" (especially with a warning from Ao Guang about something big going down), and after the whole "batman-ing" happens...

Cue a baby dragon with separation anxiety who screams if she isn't in the presence of at least one of her caretakers. Like she'd start crying if someone went to the bathroom without her.

Mei got better as she got older, but she always had very bad anxiety regarding her family members even as an adult. She started to worry about the ways her adoptive family could be hurt and unable to contact her. An Incident where MK got himself into some hero-nonsense as a kid and couldn't answer his phone for many hours, Mei had a straight up panic attack, worried that her little brother had gotten hurt.

The trackers/cameras came in as a compromise to Mei clinging to MK 24/7 after the incident. It really helped to put her anxiety at ease and allow for her and MK do their own things as teenagers. As someone who grew up with anxiety, its kinda hard to learn to just "go do stuff" on your own.

Pigsy thinks the cameras/trackers are a bit creepy, but Macaque and Wukong are like; "How is it any different from us using our powers to keep tabs on you guys?" Pigsy in turn argues that the monkeys don't have a chance of catching him in the bathroom ("I use Gold Vision all the time during work to see if you're in the can or not."). Eventually the arguments peter off until the adults just agree to keep the trackers on their phones/personal effects.

MK in turn is very meticulous on keeping himself findable for Mei.

MK: *is being kidnapped by Villains of the Week* MK: "I wanna warn you guys, I swallowed an air tag." VOWs: *shared looks of confusion*

And ofc due to at least one family member at a time having a camera on them, especially during missions...

[And it recorded the moment Mr. Star Lord of Fire hit Li Jing with his car?]

Post referencing; Li Jing getting hit by SWK's Lawyer's car XD

You know the kids are watching that on loop, adding sound and video effects until it's like an old youtube poop. Nezha has the video saved in multiple dimensions for a laugh.

[The Eclipse twins are placed a in a hastily made nest from the scarves/capes and given a phone with a video playing as distraction, while the grown ups deal with that a-hole.]

Oh gosh the imagery of two pairs of little glowing eyes peaking out from a scarf/blanket nest is soo cute. Probably the default way the monkey parents know how to keep cubs occupied. X3

I love the idea of the Eclipse twins accidentally startling/embarassing a whole god with the sound of La Cucaracha. You know the Celestial Realm would never let Li Jing live it down, no matter the universe XD

#lmk mei #long xiaojiao #the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #lmk nezha #lmk eclipse twins #lmk shadowpeach au #lmk swk's lawyer #wukongverse #lmk #lego monkie kid

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mybelovedwoo · 2 years

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in which wooyoung loves when you travel with him

~ wooyoung x f!reader

~ fluff, established relationship / wc: 1k

~ warnings: mention of zombies, teasing (as per usual), kissing

~ note: I had this idea because I'm on vacation, and I wrote this during the 9-hour trip, I was super tired so I hope it's good enough.

You didn't expect your boyfriend to invite you when he told you he'll be traveling to Los Angeles with the whole group due to his work. Sure you traveled with them before but never ever overseas before, just here within the country, when they held a concert or filmed some content. It was quite out of the blue, but you can never say no to Wooyoung, you loved spending time with him whatever it was.

And now here you are early in the morning waiting for the boys in the airport alone. You couldn't come with them, it's better for the whole craziness that's out there to calm down before you meet up with them later, you're anxiety could never bare the shouting and camera flashing that's outside when the boys step out of their cars. You've always admired your boyfriend for how he deals with these situations, you can't imagine how can he stay so calm. It's just part of his life now.

It's crazy how different your lifestyles are, but at the same time, it's so similar. Yeah, I know, it doesn't make any sense, but it's basically your whole relationship with Wooyoung, nothing makes sense, but it's perfectly fine like this, sometimes it doesn't have to make sense, only your love for each other is important, it's just so real and so strong. You'll gonna figure out everything together, that's how you grow together and also grow your relationship.

You love to accompany your boyfriend when he works, just to see how happy he gets during it, how passionate he is when he stands on stage and does what he truly loves. The sparks in his eyes when he looks at atiny are just like the stars in the night sky.

"Good morning my little zombie" there he is, the love of your life. "Is this the walking dead or am I still dreaming?" like you didn't know how bad you look in the morning, especially at this early hour.

"Really funny, Wooyoung..." you said as you rolled your eyes, yeah maybe just maybe you're a bit grumpy in the morning, who doesn't, but as per usual Wooyoung always knows what to say, when he sees that you are not really in the mood for his jokes. He just knows you more than anyone, even your own self, it's a bit scary.

"Don't worry babe, you're the most beautiful zombie I've ever seen" he said as he placed a welcome kiss on you're lips.

"If you're not careful enough I might eat your brain" you like to go with his jokes, you are not the type of person who can't joke about herself or takes everything seriously. You don't really understand how can he always light your mood up, like boy calm down, a person shouldn't be this happy this early, you should be asleep right now.

"I'm glad you're here, I always loved working a little more when I know you're watching me, it's just a boost of energy for me" he told you as he held your hands to help you get up. "Come on, we should check in, the boys are waiting"

Only 30 minutes in the flight and you are already sleeping, you just need a plus hour of sleep, and you're gonna be okay, you need at least 9 hours of sleep to feel alive usually. But on the other hand, Wooyoung has been bored the whole time and we all know what happens when this boy doesn't have anything or anyone to entertain himself with, he gets more annoying than usual, and his mind comes up with the worst ideas ever.

That's why right now he is on the mission to wake you up somehow. Although Seonghwa across from you in the other row had noticed this and worriedly signaled Wooyoung not to do it because he knows how bad this can turn out. He is the sweetest guy, he wants the best for everyone. He can relate to your pain as he is most of the time the victim of your boyfriend's teasing.

But Woo is already caressing your thigh, you actually were pretty used to this already, so it didn't really bother you, it kinda relaxed you even more. But the problem started when he started kissing your cheeks, then your ears, then he moved even lower and reached your neck. Your eyes suddenly opened wide, you were confused about what was happening.

"Babe, what are you doing?" he just continued it even more roughly when he realized you were finally awake. "Wooyoung, stop it anyone can see us, we are on a good damn plane."

"But you are so beautiful, I want to kiss every part of you." he barely stopped kissing you between every word. You tried to push him off of you, it was the most painful thing ever, your heart was aching.

"Baby, I'm serious, you can kiss me whenever you want, but only when there are just the two of us." You weren't really a shy person at all, especially you were pretty open about your love for Wooyoung, everybody who knew about your relationship knew how touchy you guys can get with each other, but you preferred to do this stuffs behind closed doors, because it's an intimate moment, and it's nobody else's business.

"I'll stop it, but meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes." He stared deadly in your eyes as he bit his lips. "And don't even try to hang me there."

And with that, he stood up and went straight to the bathroom. You knew you were in trouble, in big trouble. To be honest you didn't even want to say no to him in the first place. So you waited a little bit, just to not be so obvious, and went after your boyfriend. It's a pretty long flight nobody's gonna notice that you guys weren't there.

As you arrived there, you took a big breath, you didn't even know why you are nervous. You knocked on the door and it immediately flung open. You didn't even have time to process what happens when he dragged you into the small area.

Yeah at least you killed time and nobody was bored anymore.

#wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagine #ateez wooyoung #ateez #ateez scenarios #wooyoung x you

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Internship is certainly going. I want to say going okay… I could be doing better but I kinda got unlucky with my internship spot and workload. This would be much easier to explain if I could just say what kinda of internship it is, but that kinda feels like too much details both for my current degree and the job I’ll be doing after. (Internet safety and all that). Anyway, what I can say is that anyone in the field irl pulls a face when they hear about my internship. The workload feels impossible, but somehow I’m doing it and I’m about half way through so *aggressively knocks on wood* it should be fine.

I do have a different internship in like a month or so and some other projects but those feel like child’s play compared to the current hell incarnate. So moral of the story: sometimes you just get to have a few mental breakdowns, pick yourself back up and go again the next day (again and again and again and again). It’s like that quote: [“It gets a little bit easier every day, but you have to keep doing it.”] or what’s the other one? [the only way out is through]. And then take plenty of breaks and do fun things even if it feels like you don’t have the time because that’s the only thing that’ll keep you going. The world is always more manageable after a good meal or a power nam or a 15 minute music break.

I’ve been blasting a lot of music based on moods, getting back into Dutch music because girl, I need to learn how to spell properly and every internship I have a song that gets me through. This one it’s ‘secret for the mad’ by Dodie. I’ve had to loop it over and over to get the motivation to try at times, to really let the words sink in, but it helps. So find a song to get you through when you need it.

Lastly, I’ve been meaning to say something about Him, but I just haven’t had the time and energy to write something coherent (aka I’m not using my 30 minutes of evening downtime that are just for me for this negative energy). Best thing is can say is that this is a good opportunity to get into new creators. Just have fun with it (hermitcraft season 10 has been getting be through this). Listen to new music. Try new things to fill the void. I’ve pruned all my playlists and social media follows and such and it felt like a fresh start. (Oh and learned your red flags people. People who don’t respect your boundaries (no matter how small) can be(come) very dangerous.)

My only issue now is that I can play since I saw Vienna and La Jolla on guitar (the picking patterns always smooth me), but now I’m not sure if I can keep doing that. I haven’t tried playing them. I feel like I should look at the lyrics first then decide. But I haven’t found any picking songs with the same soothing vibe, so I’ve been playing a bunch of my classical pieces and I really like playing the ‘romantic’ ones and for some reason the polkas and the blues? So again filling the void.

Anyway, thanks for all the well wishes. I’ve been missing you guys. This has been chaotic life updates with Spruce. I really need to start being productive now. So, bye!

-🌲

yeah of course don't say any details that would reveal too much info about you, but man that sounds stressful :( at least you'll switch to something else in a month?? I'm so sorry you're stuck in hell rn I hope you get through it alright!! make sure to take it easy when you can!! you're so right the world is so much easier to deal with after a power nap or a snack

oooo I haven't heard secret for the mad in a long time but I used to listen to dodie from time to time. I used to think of such angsty scenarios with my ships while listening to 'sick of losing soulmates'

also it's so real to have a song to help you get through shit like that. I'd say rn for me one of those songs is all american bitch by olivia rodrigo because I just have a lot of fun screaming it in the car. tested waters by loupe is a calmer one I've been listening to on repeat lately

you're right this is a great opportunity to get into new creators. I was already drifting to watching qsmp creators more often besides just phil and tubbo, but now I've been trying to tune into bagi and tina's streams if I have the time

definitely look at the lyrics first, but I feel like out of most of the ycgma songs since I saw vienna and la jolla are two of the 'safest' options you could pick for something like that. at least compared to your sister was right and losing face...

la jolla and since i saw vienna are both such pretty songs though. there's nothing wrong with playing those on your own guitar I'd say? it's not giving any money to him. but of course it's up to your own personal comfort.

good luck spruce!!! ty for checking in we all miss you over here!! <33

#ask #spruce anon

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crescent-cubed · 6 months

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LONG ASS BIGSAW POST BELOW CUT

OK SO

First things first, let me go over my vision for BIGSAW!

BIGSAW aims to be a setting-neutral d100 system inspired by D&D 5e, and the ways that the community has come up with over the years to make it better, along with some personal touches! I want it to be very flexible, in that it gives Game Masters the ability to pick and choose from a bunch of additional optional rules alongside the base rules, many of which can be customized themselves!

Now, you may be wondering, what does BIGSAW stand for?

It's an anagram of the first letters of each of the Stats in the game! The Stats are as follows:

Brawn

Intellect

Grace

Sense

Appeal

Will

Technically, I would have liked it to go BGSIAW so that similar Stats are next to each other, but that isn't as catchy or legible as BIGSAW, so it's not that big of a deal.

Each Stat value is added to d100 rolls, which are the equivalent of d20 rolls in D&D or Pathfinder. This system uses a d100≥difficulty success ruling, meaning that you have to roll equal to or above the desired number set by the Game Master in order to succeed at difficult actions.

At character creation, the base rules state that each Stat starts at 0, and you have 30 Stat Points to add to each stat, with the maximum value of a Stat being 15 at character creation. In addition, you are able to reduce a Stat down to -5 in order to gain an equivalent number of stat points if you want to Min/Max your character a bit!

Each of the Stats are used for different things, obviously!

Brawn is the Strength AND Constitution equivalent for the system! Now, I know that it can be a bit of a controversial take to have HP and strength damage use the same stat, BUT my reasoning is that, if you're gonna be on the front lines with heavy armor and a battleaxe, you're already likely to have both of those stats high already, so why not just combine them?

Intellect is the Intelligence equivalent for the system! Shocker, I know, lol. I'm thinking about adding a rule that lets players roll Intellect in certain situations for a chance for the GM to give them a hint on how to solve a problem!

Grace is the Dexterity equivalent for the system! Not really much else to say here, honestly! It's probably not gonna change much from D&D!

Sense is the Wisdom equivalent for the system! It's flavored to be more about common sense, instinct, and literal senses, rather than about actual wisdom, which fits more under Intellect, anyways.

Appeal is the Charisma equivalent for the system! However, unlike D&D it is ONLY used for social/artistic abilities in this system! Things like Sorcerer magic in D&D are covered by Will!

Will is a sort of mix of Constitution and Charisma for the system, but ONLY for the ability to resist or power through effects for the Constitution aspect, and power skills that depend on life force, willpower, etc for the Charisma aspect.

I'm also gonna have Skills that will be able to be added to rolls, regardless of Stat used, so long as the Skill is relevant to the roll!

Lastly, for this post at least, I'm getting rid of levels, in a way! Instead, I'm replacing it with the Rank system! Rank, as of right now, uses a 1-10 rating system to determine how powerful your character is and what Abilities they have access to. Rank is gained through milestones ONLY, while Ability Points and Skill Points are given out both at a Rank Up and by the GM at smaller milestones! Stat Points are only given at Rank Up.

That's it for now! I have a few other ideas in the works, such as armor, differentiating Brawn vs Grace weapon fighting, a possible Mana/Energy pool, and how Skills and Abilities work!

I hope you enjoyed reading!

#LONG ASS POST BUT IT WAS FUN TO WRITE :D #the cubed one's content #text #bigsaw ttrpg dev notes

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Taehyung: Tiny Gentleman

In which Taehyung is constantly too early for his dog's grooming appointments- too often to be accidental. Maybe it's just his hectic life- or maybe, just maybe, it's the teeny tiny crush he has on you.

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Taehyung, foreigner!Reader, kim yeontan as cupid, slight language barriers and misunderstandings, Taehyungs superior english skills, mutual pining but mc is scared to read too much into things

Additional Chapter Warnings: he's crushing so bad it's not even funny (it kind of is though)

Chapter length: medium

Languages are marked as: English / Korean

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Kim Yeontan can be.. Quite a character, you've come to learn over the past couple of appointments.

He comes in every four weeks, and while most Idols tend to ask for home visits rather than public appointments, Taehyung comes in like he's any other person. You always make sure to schedule his appointment last, so there's the least chance of someone recognizing him, and breaking the news out, which would lead to the salon getting flooded with people in no time- but there's an issue.

He's always way too early.

At first, you just thought he wanted to make sure he could leave his precious dog in your care- some people have a tendency to question your abilities based on you being a foreigner. You've accepted that judgement; it's not a big deal to you anymore. But then he'd started to turn up earlier and earlier- making you question what his thoughts behind that action are.

Does he not trust you? Does he want to test the boundaries of making a public appearance? You're unsure, and hesitant to ask. It's not like you've got anxiety; but he's Kim Taehyung. Anybody would be nervous to utter a word to him.

And also; your korean is barely decent at best.

Now, technically, you're better than that. After all, didn't just get your job here for nothing- you understand the language almost fluently, and what words you don't know don't matter because you've learned to connect the dots by context. However, when your nerves set in, it's like your ability to speak the language just goes straight down the drain- only language left in your brain being english at best.

And it's not like he talks to you either.

Now, that's normal for other costumers too. They simply assume you don't understand them anyways, and try to navigate in english- and by now, you've gotten too tired to explain the whole language situation over and over again. He usually doesn't need to say anything at all anyways- you know who he is, what he's here for, and nothing else matters apart from that.

You're just leading the big leonberger called Bear back to his owner- the lady instantly cooing at her overgrown puppy eagerly wagging his tail while she praises your work under her breath- when you see him walk in. He bows politely, before sitting down on the side, watching the interaction.

You can learn a lot about a person just by seeing them interact with animals, he's come to learn.

Even the biggest dogs dont seem to scare you; barking leaving you unfazed, a snarling husky once turning into a lapdog just after a few minutes. The dog had never been to a groomer, but needed an urgent appointment- and you've taken the time to sit down and get to know the scared dog first, before earning trust and the ability to work on the pretty wild dog just fine. "They don't speak human, and I don't speak dog." you'd told the owner, who's been an american guy in his mid 30's. "so it sometimes takes a bit of effort on both ends to understand each other."

He'd looked up later what you've said in korean- and his crush on you only deepened.

Now, at first, he simply thought you were pretty. You didn't fit his personal aesthetic what he usually looked for, but instead created a new standard for him. The way you looked, behaved, even talked- he started to think about it during the day at random times when his thoughts would wander around. Then, Yeontan's original groomer had called in sick- and you'd offered to take over the appointment instead.

This was when Yeontan showed his more spoiled side.

You'd already assumed that the pooch must be living the high life; so it wasn't a surprise when the little gentleman tried to bite after your hand the first few times. He remembers embarrassment, and how he'd scolded him- only to be cut off by you simply sitting down with the little dog as well, taking your time to earn his trust.

Since then, Yeontan simply decided that he'd rather have you now than anybody else.

Right now, he's waiting for you to finish the procedure with the big leonberger and his owner- uncaring of the fact that if you looked to the side at any second, you could catch him stare. He wants to talk to you so badly, but his trust in his own english skills are basically non-existent at best; it's his biggest issue.

When the woman turns to leave, you turn to the big dog one last time, petting it's head and holding it with a smile. "You're so handsome!" you happily exclaim, and in a weird way, he's a little jealous you say that to the dog- and not him.

He's really down bad.

"don't cause too much trouble you big bear now, alright?" you giggle, before waving them both off- Yeontan growling in his lap a little, as if he shares the green feelings with his owners. "someone's got an attitude today." you tease a little at that, and while he knows you mean the Pomeranian in his lap, he feels oddly called out; having taken more english lessons these days to improve his understanding. You mumble a lot to yourself, and he wants to know what exactly- and he's glad that his intense studying is paying off.

"he.." Taehyung starts, making you lift your head from the table where you've crossed out today's appointment, making him nervous. "he, uh.. Jealous." he says, before scolding himself internally for not using the right word. Of course right now his brain has to do this.

"Oh Tannie!" you say playfully dramatic, walking over to the dog in question who instantly sits up and wags his tail once he realizes you're addressing him. "you'll always stay my favourite!" you say, and Taehyung basically melts at your adorable accent.

"you speak korean?" he asks, and you turn a bit red at the close proximity you've only noticed now, stepping back a bit shyly.

"a bit." you admit. "but.. Turns bad when nervous." you tell him, making him smile underneath his facemask. your can tell by his eyes he does- how they turn happy, excited even.

"no- my english, always bad." he says to you. "your korean- well. Many good." he says, and you can't help the giggle that escapes you, before he let's his dog jump down from his lap so he can stand up. It reminds you now just how much taller Taehyung is- and how small he makes you feel, not just physically. His designer clothes, styled hair, perfect skin- he really is a celebrity.

"no no, your english is fine. It's cute-" you start, taking the leash from his hand, before you suddenly bow in shame. "oh god I'm sorry I didnt-"

"thank you." he instead replies, still smiling. "you- cute too." he confesses, making your brain stop functioning for a second.

He decides that he doesnt care if his english sucks anymore, if a simple compliment like this will get you flustered like that.

"pretty, too." he goes on, and you laugh, waving him off before taking his dog to the back room to start your routine.

"your dad is really bold sometimes." you mumble to the dog who's simply looking at you with interest as you work in the shampoo into his thick fur. "too bad he's an Idol.." you huff, carefully turning on the water, before filling a cup and pouring it over the small body. Yeontan is one of those dogs who hates the showerhead- but you've come to learn that it's simply the noise that bothers him, not the water. "you think he actually thinks I'm pretty?" you hum out, unsure. "he's probably just practicing. His fans like those flirty comments, I guess.." you chuckle to yourself, before you finish rinsing Tannie's fur, getting ready to dry him off and begin the rest of his routine.

Outside, Taehyung very much hears your personal monologue. He'd thought his comments would work in his favor- but it seems as if you're heavily doubting his intentions with you. He can't blame you, and at the same time he's glad you're not throwing yourself onto him like so many others. It shows that you're a realist- it also makes him feel even more attracted to you.

Jungkook had once explained to him that the best thing about his relationship with his girlfriend was, that she didnt see him as anything other than Jeon Jungkook, not BTS Jungkook. She held him accountable for his actions, brought him back down to earth if he ever lost touch with what's going on downstage- and Taehyung starts to understand the appeal in that. You're well aware of his profession, you know the risks and problems it brings- it shows in how you schedule him and Yeontan, how you avert attention to yourself if he's in the room, how you talk to yourself about all of this. And yet, you don't seem to be chasing for any sort of proof to post on social media that he's right here, giving his precious pet into your care. He'd expected at least a request for a shoutout or something- but no attempt was ever made.

You dont want a piece of his worth, it seems.

Maybe you don't even want him at all.

But he has to know if he has any chance with you. He's dropped his own collar held by the company long ago- so when you bring out his happy puppy after you're done, he takes up all his courage, and-

"I want date." he blurts out, having his facemask pulled down underneath his chin, holding onto his dog for dear life. "with you." he specifies, and your eyes are wide open like a deer caught in the headlines.

"I-" you start, before your eyes break away from his intense stare, looking around anywhere but him. "I uh.. That's sweet, but, I don't really do.. I don't think you have a cat, you know." you say, using the slang for asking for a one-night-stand. Its now his turn to become a bit embarrassed- shaking his head.

"no no, date. Real date." he says, determined. You've only said you dont want a hit-and-run; you've not said you don't want him at all, so he keeps trying. "eat. Talk. Together. My place?" he asks, and you squirm a bit in your spot, before chewing on your lip. "No funny business, I swear." he says, and you decide he's being genuine.

"...ok." you say, and his entire expression turns brighter than the sun. "but- why?" you ask, and he shrugs, now smug and empowered by having scored his date.

"because-" he starts, taking out his phone, so you do the same to exchange contact infos. "-you? Pretty. Nice. Sweet. He like you-" he points to his dog in his arm, before he points at himself. "me like you too." he explains, and you can't help but smile to yourself, nodding.

You like him too, no doubt.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #taehyung imagine #Home!Taehyung

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Oh my HEART!!!!! Alfred being the most wholesome grandad in the whole world, you have broken me! I am bits!!! Smol bits!

Could... we maybe have more Grandad Alfred?

Alfred checked his watch and nodded to himself as he smiled down at a freshly fed and changed Emma, tapping her nose with his index finger, "Your mummy must be completely exhausted," he hummed picking her up, "So I say we let her sleep a while longer, hm?"

There's no response from Emma but, that hardly matters. He was having a lovely time- it had been nearly 30 years since there had been a baby in the manor. And Emma was still small, and he hoped, had inherited your sweet, easy-going disposition. Aside from breaks to be fed or changed, she slept. And carrying her about while he did other things gave him someone to talk to. So he picked her up and took her with him to the kitchen. "Let's see if we can't coax mummy into eating a good dinner," he mused.

If he didn't know you better, he'd have probably assumed your anxiety about your daughter was just a by product of being a new mother. But he knew you. And he knew that you were terrified of not being able to love her enough- that there was something broken inside of you. He held Emma and kissed her head- Even right now he knew that wasn't, and could never be true- You could have hired a nanny and no one would have thought twice about it. But the one time it had been brought up, you'd shut it down so vehemently they'd all been a little surprised. It was not up for debate- and even though he'd had reservations, Alfred couldn't deny that he was wrong.

A small stifled yawn made him look up to see you rubbing your eyes in the door way and he smiled, "Emma and I were hoping you'd be awake in time for dinner."

"I didn't mean to just drop her on you," you mumble, still getting your bearings as you reach for the baby so Alfred can use both hands.

"Nonsense," he huffed, smiling a little. "We had a very nice afternoon. I introduced Emma to some of the greatest stories ever told, we polished the silver, and I was just explaining to her the best way to prepare Macaroni and cheese. It just so happened to give you time for a nice nap." Though you looked a little groggy and not quite awake, you did look better. Less like a zombie.

"Thank you," you murmur, taking her and snuggling her, going to curl up in a chair, "I thought dinner tonight was supposed to be-"

"I changed my mind," he shrugged, turning to start boiling water for tea. "Macaroni and cheese just fit the day better." And, he thought to himself, it was a comfort meal for you. For the past few days he'd not seen you eat more than a few bites at any given meal. A sure sign that you were stressed and anxious.

He crossed behind your chair and squeezed your shoulder, watching you fuss over your baby, and smiled to himself. "It smells good," you tell him, stifling a yawn. "I just feel bad sleeping so long I didn't mean to-"

"Young lady," Alfred sighed, "You need rest to recover- it's all well and good that you don't want to just hand her to a nanny but it's hardly abandonment to fall asleep on the couch for a few hours." He shook his head, passing by with a container of cookies and set them on the table. "I assure you, I do not mind in the least."

He set down a cup of tea and chucked you under the chin gently, something he'd not done since you were a very little girl, pleased with the gesture made your eyes lighten a little. "Sweet girl," he tutted, "I don't doubt that all of your anxieties are amplified. I also don't envy you having to deal with them. But they're unfounded. You're not your mother. You took a nap. And it had the happy coincidence of giving me time with Emma all to myself."

You lean against his side, and exhale slowly, nodding. "Further," he continued, "If I hadn't wanted to do it I would have told you." He snorted and put a cookie on a plate for you, pressing you to eat.

Bruce walked into the kitchen with Dick, putting the conversation to an end. But Alfred gave you a meaningful look, and he's pleased when you nod again before looking up at Bruce to accept a kiss hello. And the Butler melts when you let Bruce take the baby to hold so you can drink your tea and finish getting your bearings. "How was your day?" Bruce asked generally, pulling your chair closer to him so you could lean on him if you wanted.

"Miss Emma and I had a lovely time watching our stories," Alfred said lightly sliding a pan into the oven.

"What they did after that I have no idea- I was out cold," you add yawning. "Though I suspect they spent a chunk of the day plotting."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Alfred said loftily, winking at you where no one else can see.

You hum, hiding your smile behind a cup of tea for a moment before turning to take Dick's homework folder from him to look at.

#Brue Wayne #Bruce wayne x reader #Bff!reader #anon ask #ask answered #minors dni

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zumikzu · 2 years

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Drowning in his Eye's (SanemixGiyuu oneshot)

I posted this on Ao3 around 2 months ago? anyway I'll be crossposting my oneshots/fics. The only thing that made me write this was the fact that I was bored in math last year and would write to pass the time. so enjoy I have no idea how posting fanfiction on tumbler works so please excuse the terrible format.

Warnings: semi-graphic depictions of a corpse, Sanemi has a dirty mouth and curses, make-outs????

"You're such a fucking asshole!" Sanemi all ways did this when they where on a mission together. "I don't know why its only us that are constantly sent on missions together, we clearly hate each other, if anything its counter productive!" Sanemi fumed.

Giyuu almost never complained about anything, but he didn't feel like putting up with him today. " Shinazugawa I am painfully aware of how much you dislike me, but I would appreciate it if you quiet down a tiny bit. You're giving me a headache."

"like I care how you feel, you think you can tell me to shut up and that I would listen to-." Sanemi stopped talking. In the middle of the path a women's body had been left to rot. She was half eaten, missing her legs and an arm. Giyuu walked up to her and put a hand on her wrist, not to check if she was alive(that was already obvious), but to check if she was stiff yet.

"Seems like she was left here last night, she's almost cold down to her bones, it takes at least 12 hours for that."

"And how exactly do you know that." Sanemi walked a bit closer to Giyuu to get a better look at the body.

"Rigor mortis is still set in fairly recently, at most I would say 11 hours ago, look." Giyuu picks up her hand, the hand had a difficulty being picked up.

"That didn't answer my question you ass..." Sanemi Sighs." the sun sets in about 30 minutes so the demon will likely come out again, it will only set us back by a few hours if we do."

"I think that would be the best course of action, we should still be able to get to Kyoto tomorrow." Giyuu stated dryly, and started to drag her off to the side of the path and began to bury her. Sanemi wasn't known to wait around for anyone, but when he was partnered with Giyuu he felt the need to slow down. It was like he wanted to save the image in he's head and spend as much time with Giyuu as he could. The could be dead the next day, hour, minute, or even second in their profession. Sanemi knew what he was thinking but refused to act upon his own minds wishes, it was common sense was it not? It's not even the fact that they where two men, Sanemi had no issues with that, it's the fact that it was Giyuu Tomioka.

And Sanemi had made a point that he hated Giyuu's guts.

And for Giyuu, he was just so dead set on killing demons that he just misses the tension the two of them have. Sanemi wishes it was that easy though, the amount of times Sanemi had went to Tengen asking what he should do ultimately came to nothing as Tengen just said to not hide what he was feeling. Sanemi had left out one key detail in his explanation, he was asking for advise on how to deal with Giyuu. The though of acknowledging that he had grown to care for Giyuu made him want to rip his heart out and hand it to the nearest demon-

"Shinazugawa." Sanemi snapped out of the fuzzy haze his mind had set him in and found himself staring at the water Hashira. "are you feeling alright."

"Why wouldn't I be." Sanemi growled.

" you're unfocused and your face Is red, so I'm assuming something is wrong." Sanemi had finally pulled himself together enough that he noticed that Giyuu had already buried the woman and was now standing in front of him. Sanemi found himself locked onto Giyuu's dull blue eyes, taking in every detail, it was like looking into an ocean with no end. It took all Sanemi had to not just give in and lose himself in them.

"I'm fine." Sanemi turned away in an attempt to not give away what he was thinking about, but he didn't really need to as Giyuu turned away. Sanemi pulled out his sword. "Get ready for a fight it's only going to get darker."

Giyuu looked up at the lavender sky. "let's go find an inn, that took longer than expected." he put his nichirin katana back in it's sheath and looked towards Sanemi. "And we should patch up your wounds, you fight so recklessly."

"Fine just don't pick anywhere that's shitty." Sanemi would never in a million years would think that Giyuu would would ever show any crumb of concern to anyone, let alone him.

"there is a decent one in the next town over, it's not that far of a walk either." wordlessly Sanemi started to walk down the path, Giyuu following after. "do you know where it is?"

I slow down so Giyuu could catch up to me to show me where the inn is.

"room for two." Giyuu placed the amount of money listed on the the board on to the counter.

The old inn keeper turned and grabbed a key from a drawer and handed it to Giyuu. "here you go sweetie, have a good day." She picked her book back up and took out her bookmark.

Giyuu walked out of the main building back to where Sanemi was sitting to a rock. Sanemi laugh sight of Giyuu and stood up signing that he would follow him to the room. Giyuu opens the door and holds it for Sanemi. When Sanemi got through the door he immediately striped from his cropped haori and throwing it on the back of a chair at the table, leaving his in only his open uniform. Giyuu took a first aid kit from the bag he got from a store in town. Giyuu makes his way over to Sanemi who was now sitting on the table and sets the first aid kit down.

"do you actually know how to properly wrap bandages." Sanemi nervously( although he would never admit it) looked down at Giyuu who took out a medium sized gauze pad.

"I do know how, I need your shirt off for the one on your stomach." Sanemi unbuttons his uniform and throws it on the table. Giyuu's hands where a grounding cold, they reminded Sanemi that he was still alive and breathing. the feeling was disturbing to him. But despite his better judgment Sanemi lets his body relax and his face falls into a look that can only be described as contemplative but content. Sanemi made up his mind and decided that today was the day, moments like these don't stay for long as Sanemi always backs out of being venerable.

As Giyuu finished up Sanemi's bandages and started to put them away, Sanemi turned to him. "do you mind if I do something real quick."

Giyuu turned back to Sanemi still needing to look up at him as he was still sitting on the table. "as long as you don't further help yourself you can do what you want."

Sanemi leaned slightly off his chair now looking directly into Giyuu's eyes, once again comparing them to an endless abyss in his own mind. What had those eyes seen, there was a reason Giyuu joined the demon slayer corps. what had he lost?

Sanemi lifted his hand up and places it on Giyuu's cheek. " Can I kiss you."

Giyuu's face turned a bright shade of red comparable to Tanjiro's eyes, but instead of yelling he was stuttering out of control. So he just nodded his head and tilted his head down out of embarrassment.

Sanemi leaned down further, and cupped Giyuu's cheek lifting his face to stare in his eyes. He closes the distance pressing them together. in contrast to Giyuu's hands his lips where warm and had the opposite effect on Sanemi, they made him feel like he was floating. No, not floating, falling; falling into the ocean that is Giyuu Tomioka, falling in love. They part after a moment, foreheads falling against each other. Sanemi looked down at Giyuu's face, his cheeks flushed and eyelids fluttering open to meeting the pale purple of Sanemi's eyes.

Giyuu opens his mouth to speak "Shin-"

" Call me Sanemi."

#sanegiyuu #giyuu tomioka #sanemi shinazugawa #oneshot #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 oneshot #sanemi x giyuu

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