#I am like a cat tapping at a new thing to see if it is safe with main tags

[galacticnova3]

Instead of continuing the theme of granting glimpses into the unsettling realities faced by hypothetical sapient spaceships, I’m gonna post about perspectives and expectations versus reality! Aka the headcanons I have about the legends and mythology surrounding Lor based on what little was known about her by people in the past, and then how the expectations those created set up those in-the-know-but-not-quite about Halcandran history for some good ol’ whiplash. And since this isn’t discussing The Horrors I’m also putting it in main tags. As a treat. This is totally not part of my agenda to spread boat mom propaganda to more people.

Most of the legends around Lor stem from the simple fact that they’re the ideas people get about her based on observations without context and a lack of concrete information. For example, it was years after she was buried beneath the Haldera Volcano that it became common knowledge that there were multiple Starcutters that all have the same appearance; her name was just learned first, and with all the warping and appearing wherever in the sky going on people just assumed it was one ship named Lor doing everything. Everything included sailing majestically through the sky with what seemed like twinkling starlight in her wake, regularly cutting holes in spacetime like it was nothing, and overall being mysterious and seemingly ethereal. As one of several exploratory research vessel, she also had ties to the discovery of new planets and territories and such for the Halcandran empire to take advantage of, places that supposedly held the potential to become paradises if properly developed.

This combination of things, and the fact that such beliefs were not corrected for a very long time, led to Lor essentially becoming mythologized into an arcane, divine vessel with a heart and soul of its own that either served as the ferry to Paradise or could lead people there. And as many myths tend to do, things spun out from there, with some also deciding she must be able to don dark and royal colors and rain down divine punishment on the wicked, others saying she is the physical form taken by an angel or spirit of sorts, and a handful believing she is not merely the way to Paradise but actually holds it within. Many believed some combination of these ideas, even if they didn’t actually witness any of the things that inspired them. While at first in a sense they were drawing all the wrong conclusions, in a twist of fate spending a lot of time(as in almost 30,000 years) underground above the heart of Halcandra’s natural magic and below what may have been the most concentrated collection of soul magic ever… Well, it did have some impacts on her magic after a while that perhaps give some of those concepts more merit than they once had.

Of course that doesn’t change the fact that she is not actually some heavenly being of Paradise with godly powers beyond mortal comprehension. She’s a magical spaceship that was stuck in a rock for the vast majority of her existence and nearly forgotten about, who got taken for some teen’s takeover plan fated to go very wrong, crashed and broke, got fixed, crashed again twice being attacked by dragons under different circumstances, and woke up right as shit was hitting the fan. After all that confusion and the joy of saving herself and a bunch of strangers from the void like 3 minutes after awaking from what was possibly the record longest boat coma, she had to come to terms with everyone she ever knew being long dead and gone, the only place she really knew being entirely different and unsafe to return to, and the fact that she didn’t have anyone to go through this with. That was until some fuckin teenage catboy Minecraft spawned in the living room on the brink of death, apparently knew her for whatever reason, and was probably her best bet of finding out what the hap had fuckened while she was away. The medical part of that got figured out but afterwards the two took a while to get everything straight.

See, Magolor thought she just wasn’t talking to him the whole time on purpose; he had no idea her AI wasn’t activated so the person aspect of her literally wasn’t present. Lor in turn had absolutely no context for what she’d been involved in and was super confused how this Small Child(aka short teenager) knew anything about her because last time she was awake was thousands of years ago. The reveal that he’d pretty much taken her unconscious body for a joyride was… Interesting, for the both of them, as was the period of sorting out other miscellaneous but important things. For example, how to interact with someone who is also a something that you hyperfixated on for a long time without seeming weird, or how to gently explain to someone that at least a third of what they thought they knew about you wasn’t true. There were also more introspective things that needed to be thought out, like their respective flavors of coming to terms with everything you ever knew having been taken away and changed. In the same vein, Magolor had to find out how to cope with no longer having his family to live with, while Lor was left figuring out what she was going to do with no purpose to serve or duties to perform for someone else.

Of course they thankfully kinda solved each others’ “fuck what now” problems because the egg came to understand the hype behind found family while the boat decided to spend her new life looking after her new son. The two must’ve had that kind of connection to one another for a reason, right? Magolor really needed someone else with an ounce of responsibility to help him stay on the right path, and also make sure he doesn’t have an accident related to adhd and homemade bombs. Lor needed someone she could look after to have that sense of purpose for her existence again, and to a degree she also wanted someone to be there who could help her adjust to an era entirely foreign to her. Some might say she’s become a guardian angel for him, but she personally prefers the title of adoptive mom. Both because it’s more accurate to their relationship and because she wants him to experience consequences and learn from them rather than simply shielding him from everything the world tosses his way. Oh and because they are prone to mutual fucking around and finding out, impulsive decisions, and getting on Meta Knight’s nerves.

Speaking of which, he was probably even more surprised by Lor than Magolor, if only because he had mostly read things depicting her as mysterious, unbelievably powerful, and willing to do what needed to be done to bring reckoning to evildoers. In other words his expectations were decidedly not for her to turn out to be this curious and somewhat lighthearted computer lady who will happily harbor a traitor and spend time becoming well-versed in modern internet culture. Already not the most respectable combination of traits, in his eyes, and that was before their clashing views of authority became obvious. They got on better terms after Lor found out what exactly went down that led to the circumstances of her waking up, but saying they see totally eye to eye now would be wrong for more reasons than just their height difference and the fact that ships don’t have eyes. Also he’s mad that he doesn’t have the fastest and most advanced airship in Dreamland anymore but he just doesn’t say it. He doesn’t say a lot of things he feels towards her and Magolor, really. It’s for the better.

Anyways the moral of the story is that how history is written doesn’t always reflect the truth! For example someone capable of rending spacetime with ease is not necessarily a godlike entity. They might even like giving people head pats. Or making their voice sound like Moonbase Alpha or Hatsune Miku. Or gaming

#rambling #lor starcutter #magolor #my headcanons #kirby return to dreamland #alright let’s hope I regretn’t this #I am like a cat tapping at a new thing to see if it is safe with main tags #soon I’ll give myself the go ahead to start talking about my thoughts on (tagged) spoilers #but until then here’s me just repeating myself for the nth time but this time strangers might see it #as always ​regardless of who reads any of this #look how hard I can focus on a fictional space boat FFFFWSFSHSGWSFHHHH

[ziggyzolch]

Headache III (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: While getting accustomed to your new life as an avenger in training, you bump into an old friend. Tomfoolery ensues. Warnings: none i dont think Previous Part

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The sound of Tony clapping reverberates throughout the room. “Alright, speedo, what’s the decision?” You look up from the tech deck you were playing with, “What? Uh, dismissed! Meeting over!” Wanda clenches her eyes shut and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Did you hear anything we said, you dolt?” You ignore her, continuing to poorly attempt tricks on your tech deck. “Hey! I was using that.” You look up at Wanda, who is currently holding your toy.

“Did you seriously bring a fucking mini skateboard to a meeting?” She spins the toy around in her hand, analyzing it.

“Okay, first of all, it's a tech deck, and second of all I didn’t bring it with me, it’s just always in my pocket.”

“Tony, can you just send her to prison already?”

“Fuck you, witch- What the hell!” You duck before your toy could hit you in the face, looking towards Wanda, who now had a smirk on her face.

“Enough!” Steve chimes in, “Wanda, seriously? You’re better than this, and you," He directs his glare at you, "Make a choice before we make one for you.”

Sighing, you pretend to be in thought, stretching out the moment as long as possible before answering. “Yeah sure, I’ll join. If only to piss witchy off.” Wanda rolls her eyes and stomps away. You turn towards Steve, “Teenagers, amiright?” Tony huffs out a laugh while Steve stands up and leaves, muttering, “You’re younger than her for fucks sake.”

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You were sat outside your university, an angry Wanda with her hands crossed stood in front of you, tapping her foot angrily. You felt like an insolent child. In hindsight, leaving the compound without telling anyone wasn’t the wisest thing you could’ve done, but you had to get your stuff from your dorm!

“Can I go in now or am I gonna have to keep watching you stand there looking constipated-”

“Idiot! Why wouldn’t you at least leave a note?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d have a bitch fit over it.”

Wanda mutters what you assume to be a prayer under her breath in her native language before pulling you up by your jacket and dragging you into the university and towards your dorm. “It hasn’t even been your first day yet and you’re already causing trouble.” She mutters as she watches you pack up your stuff, noting that you packed your teddy bear first. You duck and look beneath your bed.

“Pss, pss.”

“What are you doing- Oh my god.”

Wanda’s eyes widen as a little black cat appears from underneath your bed. You pick the little feline up and turn towards Wanda, “Never seen a cat before? I expected more from you as a witch.” Wanda rolls her eyes, “I’ve seen a cat before- thats not even what I’m shocked about! How do you keep him here?” You shrug and hand her the cat, turning to pack the rest of your things.

Finishing up, you look towards Wanda holding your cat at a distance. “Why are you holding him like that? He doesn’t have rabies or anything,” You move past Wanda, “I think.”

“What!” You run away cackling, looking back and finding Wanda attempting to chase after you with the cat in her arms.

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You still hadn’t gotten your own room, so placing all your things in Wanda’s room was your only option. Surprisingly, she hadn’t minded much since it was just a suitcase and a backpack. Wanda left to do god knows what after making sure you weren't stealing anything. 

You're sitting at her desk, staring at your laptop screen with your cat purring on your lap. You had so many assignments. You’re basically an avenger now, kind of, and you’re still worried about school work. You giggle at the thought.

“I can’t imagine your homework is entertaining enough to make you laugh like that.” You look up to see a silver haired man, who you now know as Pietro, standing at your, well Wanda’s, door.

“No, calculating ‘water potential’ is nothing to laugh about. It’s just crazy. I'm a superhero worrying about homework,” Pietro pulls up a chair next to you. “Well, you’re not a superhero just yet. Anyways, Peter’s the same and he’s doing fine. I think.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“There’s someone here that’s not old enough to have seen David fight Goliath?”

“What?”

“Nothing, where’s Wanda she would’ve gotten that reference.” You mutter, turning back towards your laptop.

After petting your cat, Pietro lets out a breath and stands up, stopping at your door. “Well, good luck. Also, cool it with the douchiness with Wanda, yeah?” You swivel your chair towards him, “No promises.” Pietro sighs, lightly smacking the door frame, “You start training tomorrow, so don’t stay up too late.”

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You land on your back for the hundredth time this morning. “I told you to go easy!” You groan, pushing yourself up off the mat. “I never said yes to that,” Natasha readjusts her stance, not even a drop of sweat on her, “You won’t always be able to rely on your speed, if you’re forced to fight you’d probably die.” You gasp in offense, “She’s right, you need it.” Wanda chimed in, tying her hair up and setting up the treadmill.

You look at both of them, “What’s that supposed to mean!” You adjust your stance, “Come on, come at me-”

You were on the floor before you could even process Natasha approaching you. She had you in a headlock that you couldn’t escape, but you were too stubborn to tap out. Wanda had been watching you, intending to poke fun at your inevitable failure, but when she catches sight of you going limp, she rushes forward and pushes Natasha off you. “I h-had her,” You push out in between coughs. Natasha stands up and sighs, “That’s enough for today, go get cleaned up.”

You were still panting on the floor when you felt someone slapping your back. “It gets easier. As cool and powerful as my abilities are, I’d be useless in a fist fight if not for this training..” You hear Wanda admit from above you. “Yeah well, I can bite really hard.” Wanda laughs and helps you up, “I’m sure you can, but you’re also scrawny, and short. You’re basically just an aggressive kitten.” She pretends not to notice you blushing at the description.

“I’m wily! I could slither and fit anywhere. I’d make a good spy.” She pats you on the back. “Sure, kitten. Go shower, you stink.” You roll your eyes and walk away, still panting.

Exiting the gym, you hear footsteps quickly approaching you. Taking a deep breath, you wait for them to get close enough, then turn and punch them in the nose. You look down and see a boy around your age, clutching his nose and groaning. “Shit! Sorry, I’m not used to the security of this place.” You extend a hand to him. He looks at it for a moment before taking it and pulling himself up. “No biggie.” He replies, a boyish grin on his face.

Your eyes light up in recognition, “No. Way. Parker!” He looked confused before realizing who you were. You had been the first person Peter told about his late-night activities after you found his suit when you were snooping around his room. His grin widens, pulling you into a bear hug, your feet dangling as you hug him back. The moment is interrupted as Wanda exits the gym, and Peter places you back on the ground, “Uh, What’s going on here?” She raises an eyebrow at how close you and Peter were standing.

You jump up and down excitedly, “Me and Peter were best friends in high school,” You turn towards him, “But I hadn’t recognized him, you’re so big now!” Peter blushes when you caress his bicep, you miss the twitch in Wanda’s eye. Rolling her eyes, Wanda walks away and shoulder bumps you, but you pay her no mind.

“So, you still have that Lego Star Wars set?”

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“Okay, so Tony leaves his lab at three on the dot to have lunch with Pepper, he’ll be gone for about 30 minutes so you have a bit of time.” You and Peter had been sitting on the floor of the living room building Star Wars monuments when you heard Tony talking to Natasha about a new gadget he was working on, and that he had a prototype ready in his lab. So, you badgered him for information. 

His refusal to tell you anything about it made you insatiably curious, so you recruited Peter, and are now planning a heist in Wanda’s room while she’s out. “Yeah, alright. What about Steve, though? Won’t he be doing rounds or something.” You turn to Peter who was casually dragging a string along, playing with your cat. “I guess I could distract him. He’s smart though, so I can’t drag it out too long.” You nod, getting up. “This plan is perfect.”

It was, in fact, not perfect. You failed to remember who would be walking back from the gym at the same time Tony left. “Hey Steve, you’re being punked. Found this little guy sprinting out of Tony’s lab with,” He lifts a piece of metal up, “Whatever this is.” You were dangling in the air, Pietro holding you up by the back of your shirt collar, not unlike a mother cat holding her kitten. “I told you, Tony asked me to get it for him!” You defend while Pietro adjusts his hold on you. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, giving Peter a disappointed look. You jump in before he could start his lecture, “He had nothing to do with this, I promise. It was just me.” Peter sputters in shock, smiling at you gratefully before turning and running away.

Pietro lets go of your collar without warning and you groan as you land on your face. He whispers ‘good luck’ and follows Peter out. Steve watches you with arms crossed as you push yourself up off the ground and look anywhere but him. “Look, I get it. You’re just a kid, but this job is serious. We can’t have you messing around…” You zone out for the rest of the lecture.

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Wanda had returned home an hour ago, ignoring Steve’s yelling. She figured a security guard messed up or something. However, when she looks up to the sound of her door opening and catches sight of you stomping in angrily, your cat following behind you, she connects the dots. “Who shat in your coffee?” You look towards Wanda in confusion, “What? I don’t even drink coffee.” Wanda sets her book down on the couch and walks towards where you were sitting at her desk. “That’s not what I meant, idiot. What’s got you so down?”

Getting caught wasn’t something that happened often. Usually, you were able to sprint away and forget about your douchebag activities, so you weren’t used to being yelled at. Wanda raises an eyebrow. Your thoughts were so loud, and she was shocked to see you so affected by getting yelled at. “It’s nothing, whatever. Can you fuck off? I have a lab report due.” Lab report? Wanda honestly thought you were a business major. She had never expected you to be into science, or school in general. A knock on the door catches you and Wanda’s attention. “Hey- oh Wanda. Hi. Anyways, thanks for covering for me, aunt May would’ve killed me. So, I have a little thank you present.” Peter enters and closes the door behind him, pulling out a bottle. Wanda’s eyes bulge out of her head. She could barely buy cigarettes at your age, let alone vodka. You stand up, ignoring your responsibilities, and bounce around in glee. “Ahh! Thank you, Peter.” You give him a big smooch on the cheek, Wanda rolls her eyes at his blush.

You drag your friend to the couch and take the bottle from his arms. “Come on witchy, join us!” Wanda sighs, she might as well. Wanda awkwardly stands in front of you and Peter, the couch was too small to fit all of you. An idea pops into your head. Standing up you push Wanda to sit on the couch, and place yourself on her lap. “Come on, why so tense, Avril Lavigne?” You take Wanda’s arms and wrap them around your waist. 

She glares at Peter when he giggles at the blush on her face. Peter takes the bottle from you and pops it open, taking out shot glasses from his backpack to pour into, handing them to you and Wanda. You’re asking Peter about college when you hear the door being pushed open. You and Peter look at each other in panic, while Wanda is suspiciously calm. 

Before you can hide the bottle, Pietro walks in. At his angry expression, apologies begin to spill out of Peter's mouth before Pietro breaks out laughing. “Calm down, Spidey. Wanda texted me to join.” Peter lets out a breath of relief as Pietro closes the door behind him, sitting down on the floor and pouring himself a shot. "Toast!"  You laugh at Peter's serious expression as he dings the bottle, “To new beginnings! And to the 4 coolest people in the team.” 

You all clink your glasses, laughing as you take your shots.

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Next Part

A/N: This story doesnt follow cannon very well, but its ok. Wanda and pietro are like 22 in this.

tags: @sgm616

#marvel #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch x reader #wlw #reader #x reader #sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic

[jedimasterbailey]

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE THIRD EPISODE OF AHSOKA

PRO JEDI RANT DOWN BELOW

This Loth Cat is a good representation of me not losing my mind on how badly the Jedi Order is being completely defiled by Feloni. Okay…so apparently according to Feloni anybody can just be a Jedi if they try really, really hard and believe in them because the Force resides in everyone when we all know that that’s not fucking true according to Lucas. Yes, the Force resides in all things HOWEVER it is the Force sensitive (I.e. the Jedi and Sith) that are able to wield the Force because they’ve got the blood to do so (midocholorians… I’m sure I’ve butchered the spelling forgive me). So with that being said, does anything in Star Wars even matter anymore? Like honestly.

By this logic…anybody in the OT could have just destroyed the Sith if they tRiEd HaRd EnOuGh. So I guess fuck the importance of Luke Skywalker and all the other survivors of Order 66? And I suppose by this logic none of the prequel Jedi or hell even Anakin doesn’t matter because anybody can just wield a lightsaber and tap into the Force if tHeY jUsT bElIeVeD iN tHeMsElVeS? Why does Rey matter when apparently anyone could have taken down the First Order and destroyed Palpatine when some fucking Mando could have just done the job of being Force sensitive doesn’t matter?

Like believe me guys, I am TRYING so hard not to be a hater but it truly makes me sad to see the one element of Star Wars I love so much (I.e. the Jedi Order and everything they do and stand for) just get picked apart and trashed over and over and over again. I just don’t understand it and I know I can’t be the only one feeling like this.

Also Ahsoka’s character right now is reminding me of Luke’s in TLJ where I feel like I’m seeing and hearing a completely different character and it’s heartbreaking when you’ve looked up and loved these heroes so much. Like for Gods sake can we settle the score in where Ahsoka stands with the Jedi? Is she or is she not? Because right now she’s doing a poor representation of all her mentors who have lost their lives staying true to themselves, Jedi who gave everything to protect and save lives. Now she seems to just go out of her way to scoff at the Order that raised her, similar to Luke dismissing the very thing that gave him hope in the OT.

As these new shows go on, it just makes the fall of the Jedi Order all the more tragic just seeing how their sacrifice and good will meant absolutely nothing. That’s why characters like Cal Kestis and Cere Junda are incredible. They stayed true to their Jedi values no matter what because that’s what the galaxy needs, heroes who care. Not heroes who have personal agendas.

#pro jedi #pro jedi culture #ahsoka show spoilers #anti ahsoka #anti dave filoni #darth felonious #jedi order #star wars #long live the jedi #jedi #the clone wars #ahsoka tano #luke skywalker #rey skywalker #cal kestis #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #barriss offee #luminara unduli #leia organa #yoda #mace windu #plo koon

[tobbotobbs]

what about cod men with reader who BLASTS music like ayesha erotica, nikki minaj and etc randomly while chilling or has headphones and does that while on field

Ohhhh I think they would probably be all so confused or worried if it happened in the middle of a mission lol, here my thoughts to that scenario:

When Ghost heard you playing Nasty from Ayesha for the first time on the middle of interrogating someone they captured and kept alive on their mission, he was very irritated. Soap tried to get the new, right information out of the soldier meanwhile you two and Gaz stood in the darker corner, staring at the horrified man as you quietly sang the lines of the song playing over your headset.

,,Damn I'm sorry I blew you off, I was doing lunch with Microsoft. I'm sucking off a C.E.O, if he's not a millionaire then I've got to go~"

,,What the hell?! Y/n quit that singing! What even is that?", Ghost looked disgusted at you, questioning why he was even befriended with you in first place but quick to remember that you're actually his favorite person on earth, except for when you were listening to sich filth. In the middle of a mission. He quickly became used to it though, just told you once in a while to keep it down or put the music off if the operation was in need of your attention. He didn't enjoy the music as it was, the text too vulgar and flithy for his liking, but he couldn't deny that the melodies of some of your songs were quite catchy sometimes. Of course he grew even more annoyed when you and Gaz would play songs together on base and Soap would jump in on it with his ugly singing.

He didn't knew you were listening to that kind of music. He sometimes heard you playing some songs as loud as you could in your room, but he never understood a thing of what was sang and your door was always locked, as if to keep people out from seeing you dance some kind of risky dance to this music. Oh boy, if he knew.

Emo Boy was suddenly playing. It scared the shit out if Soap, Kyle and yourself even though it was your ringtone.

,,Oh shit! Sorry guys, Mama's calling. Don't wait for me with the movie!", you were smiling at them and quickly picking up and talking to your mum over the phone.

,,Was that-", ,,Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica?", ,,Oh. My. God. I heard that right?!!?", ,,Yeah...I didn't know Y/n would listen to that type of music Soap!", ,,Me neither Gaz...it's a catchy song though", ,,Oh it really is. Probably why he chose it?", ,,Yeah...you think he's also into other songs of that genre?", ,,Maybe. Are you?", ,,Oh hell nuh. Not me, no no".

Gaz raises a brow at that and smirks. Then they both start laughing. ,,Oh you are so listening to this kind of music man!", ,,Pah, and if I am? You knew the song by name and artist by just a few seconds of melody playing!", ,,Ah yeah you got me there mate heh"

,,Alright guys, I'm back! Let's start this movie night shall we?", you grinned and sat next to Kyle again, who just smiled at you and nodded, reaching for the remote control. ,,Tell me, is that the music you alway listen and dance to in your room?", ,,Uhm yeah, whx Kyle?", ,,...Wanna show me one of those dances someday?", he grinned suggestively and you just giggled at that.

Oh this man showed you this tyoe of music, actually. He was playing some song from Doja Cat on the radio of the car from his so nicely called "Hype or Horn Me Up" playlist. You were confused at first. The words used in the songs were...interesting. And Soap was dancing and tapping to it like he was in some dance off. It was amusing and fun. Of course his taste in music wore off on you and so it surprised noone on the team when you were running past them on the field, gun in hand while looking as if you had the time of your life, the could hear for a short time the music blasting through your headphones as you went to go for the next kills.

,,I ain't tryna be cool like you hmmhmhmhmm", you sang while aiming to shoot an enemy, the new song coming on another Doja Cat favourite of you and soap. Hitting the target clean in the head you smirked. ,,I'm bitch. I'm a boss. I'm bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a shine like gloss!", ,,Oi yes you are Darlin!", Soap beamed from behind you. Price was just sighing and pinching his nosebridge while Ghost was just standing next to him like an annoyed older sibling.

You guys would play this type of music all around the base, 24/7. All week long. Until Price got so mad he made you do the dishes and gave you one month of cleaning duty. You did in fact not keep it down afterwards and everyone just had to live with it. Some of the younger recruits actually enjoyed it and envied you guys for that, made them feel less stressed and more relaxed.

Oh boy. Oh. Boy. He nearly died. First time you blasted that music on the car ride to some pub out of town because you guys all got some time off duty? He was thinking about how he could never go to heaven now, or even just into a church. He would perish just standing on the steps of a church. But then he remembered, he wasn't even religious. So that was fine. But then he thought "Why the fuck is this muppet listening to THAT?!!?!?". You currently sat in the driver's seat and danced to S.L.U.T by Bea Miller. Before that a song way worse was playing, Price recalled (it was I Want Your Bite by Cara Cunningham). This one now wasn't too bad. It was quite nice actually. Way more innocent than ghe other one. John was thankful for that, he grew very hot and was all flustered by the other song which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

,,Oh we're nearly there Cap!", ,,Y-Yes. Just...just put the car to a stop yeah?", ,,Whatever you say Captain!", you smiled while the next song came on. ,,Oh my god this one is so good!". Price looked over to you, awaiting something more innocent again like before. He thought wrong.

,,Ride it, slide it, bite, get inside it

Come on, touch my body

I know that you like it, you can't hide it

Come on touch my body

Hotter, bigger, faster, longer, thicker

Come on touch my body!", you sang loud and proud to the lines of Treat Me Like A Slut by Kim Petras. John officially was a tomato now. He loved seeing you having your fun, but this was surely and never will be his kind of music choice.

,,Treat Me Like A Slut, little dirty bitch I love to fuck!", ,,Okayyy I think it's- oh look there's the pub! Get us a good parking lot and then we'll have some fun kid, a'right?", ,,Yes!".

Poor guy always gets all red when he hears some of his boys play such music. And with Soap and you, and occasionally also Kyle, on his team that was a lot of times. But he wouldn't be too mad about it. Just sometimes id you played it too loud or while he was in an important meeting. He did enjoy seeing you all have your fun so he is not too strict with punishments.

You are playing some pretty filthy, nasty song in your shared house. Ale just came back from grocery shopping, Rudy in tow helping him with the bags. You were wearing just a shirt and boxers while singing to the song, looking through some magazines on the couch and just waiting for Alejandro to be back. He new of your guilty pleasure for those songs, this kind of music. He adored the way you would get all red sometimes when he talked about it to you, but he doesn't judge. He actually listens to songs like this as well. Obviously in spanish. He showed you some in his native language and you enjoyed them, even if you didn't know what was said.

Alejandro would laugh sometimes when you randomly put the music on while you were in a fight. It always made his mood go all the way up hearing and seeing you enjoy this music, especially if you would listen to the spanish ones he had shown you. For him it is no problem. He trusts you with being focused on missions so he allows you to listen to music, sometimes you even listen together over the radio.

The same goes for Rodolfo, but the poor guy would be worried sick if you would start blasting loud music on missions out of nowhere. Give the little guy a warning beforehand so he doesn't shoot you out of shock hehe. He also shows you songs in spanish, some that are not as filthy as yours but have the same kind of energy and he translates them for you.

Little german/austrian boy listens to filthy music himself. He is the biggest Rammstein fan there is. One of his favourite songs is probably Bück Dich (Bend Over) and Dicke Titten (Big Boobs/Big Tits). He also really enjoys Labyrinth by OOMPH! It's not really filthy with words but the meaning is pretty dirty. It's also a banger like, he was so happy you enjoyed listening to music with him. To that kind of music as well. He really wantes to visit a Rammstein concert with you someday, if you said yes.

He doesn't listen to music on the job though. And because he's your colonel he asked you kindly to not do it either. On the flight to wherever the mission was? Yes of course he will even listen with you to calm his nerves. At the base? Sometimes he even gets Horangi to join you guys, who really hates this kind of music because he heard too much of it in hia home country (he absolutely hates kpop and all the horny people coming with it).

When you showed him some of your favourite artists and they would sing too fast or use words he didn't understand, you would try to translate for him and the most funny german ever. He told you it was fine to try to explain in english but you really wanted to make him happy and maybe even laugh a little when you tried to explain that the person in the song just sang "Ich möchte in deinen Titten ertrinken" (I wanna drown on those tits/boobs of yours). He is so sweet if someone came up and would make fun of you listening to such music, like he would finally use his rank for once and make them regret for ever saying that to you.

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Gojo Convincing You To Sneak Out Of The Dorms

Gojo Satoru X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: Breaking the rules with Gojo, fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 2: here

(A/N:) I don’t know about y’all but I am LOVING the new season of Jujutsu Kaisen! I read the manga and keep up with all the chapters coming out but this was what I was most excited to see come to life. The arc that delves into the past is my top favorite and I love seeing student Gojo. So be prepared for some more Gojo fics and I even have a couple Toji fics lined up as well. If Gojo didn’t exist in the JJK universe I think I’d be a Toji fangirl through and through. Anyway I had to write this and sorry for my absence here lately hopefully that’ll make up for it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You should have been asleep hours ago, but for some reason all you could do was lay in bed and look at the ceiling. The alarm clock at your bedside glowing in the darkness, reminding you of every minute that went by that you needed to get some sleep. Your frustrations grew when the time turned one in the morning and still sleep evaded you. You finally set up, the blankets bunching at your waist before reaching for the lamp at your bedside. You couldn’t even turn the switch when tapping came from your dorm window. You jumped, squeaking in surprise. With a trembling hand you turned on the lamp to spy a head of silvery white hair behind the glass. Gojo waved wildly, grinning like the cat that got the cream as he spotted you, wide awake. His ever present sunglasses reflecting the lamplight when you got up and walked to the window. He backed up giving you enough room to open it and peek your head out.

“What are you doing,” you seethed as you wanted to shout but had to stick with whispering angrily. “You scared me half to death!”

“Can’t sleep,” he asked while moving his body back and forth. It reminded you of rice moving in the wind. You snorted at the thought, as Gojo was slim and tall like rice. He cocked his head but you waved his curiosity away.

“No and now I really won’t be able to with my adrenaline going crazy thanks to you.”

“Let’s sneak out.”

Of course you should have known not to expect an apology from Gojo Satoru. You believed that he would burst into flames if he said ‘I’m sorry’. It wasn’t the powerful sorcerer in training’s style. But you found yourself drawn to him anyway as deep down despite his cocky attitude and devil may care attitude he was a good person. He would make a great teacher if he didn’t get kicked out from his incessant shenanigans first. You couldn’t believe the principal hadn’t gotten rid of him yet. Though you were sure it’s because Satoru was from the Gojo clan with a sprinkle of their teacher protecting him.

“No,” you answered your patience running short. “I’m sick of getting in trouble because of you.”

“We’ll be extra careful,” Gojo replied. “Those other times were just flukes.”

“And I’m sure leaving me alone to take the brunt of the blame was just a fluke too,” you retorted. “I’m not taking the fall for you anymore Satoru Gojo.”

You were about to shut the window in his face when he snagged the frame with his hand. His blue eyes staring straight through you as his sunglasses had slipped down his nose. You sucked in a breath as he grinned.

“We both know you ratted me out every time,” Gojo replied. You tried to pull the window close but his grip was firm and wouldn’t budge.

“I still got in trouble,” you said. There was no reason in lying to him as Gojo knew everything that happened in the school. And you weren’t ashamed at throwing him under the bus. It helped take your punishment down a notch. So if it helped you out and got the reason behind your bad behavior punished further, so be it. Gojo would do the same thing in the situation, if he actually cared about getting into trouble.

“C’mon,” he purred, “let’s go to the beach. You can’t sleep anyway.”

The beach did sound fun and despite yourself you felt your willpower beginning to flounder at every word and every glance in those heavenly blue eyes.

“Why don’t you go bother Geto,” you groaned. He chuckled before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. It stunned you but you didn’t let Gojo see how much the affection effected you. Climbing out of the window you stood beside your partner in crime within seconds. Your lamp still glowing on your bedside and the window ajar, you gently closed it back but not latching it. If you couldn’t get back into your room and you would have to bunk with Satoru and he wouldn’t let you sleep at all if you ever grew tired.

The city was asleep as you both rarely came across another person on the sidewalk you traversed. The ones you did run into turned out to be drunk office workers on their way home from drinking with their coworkers. Gojo would make fun of their stumbling gates as they passed by, which had you giggling into your hand. The air had a chill and you shivered at the icy breeze that passed through your night clothes. Despite acting like he didn’t care majority of the time about others unless ordered to, Gojo stepped closer every time pulling you into his side. His body though tall and lanky was well built and you blushed at the feeling of his toned form pressed against you. You only shoved him away after you warmed up and couldn’t take your burning cheeks anymore.

When you began to hear the waves lapping at the sandy shore did you take off running. Gojo quickly caught up and you both raced to the water. Of course he won and you wound up having to catch your breath halfway there. He teased you kicking at the water while all you could do was glare in his direction, which only made the young sorcerer laugh harder at your plight. Before you could finish regaining your strength, Gojo dashed across the sand again scooping you up and then running back to the water. You were sure he was going to throw you into the salty waves, but surprisingly he set you down gently in the sand. The lights of ships in the distance filled the night and the dock lights illuminated the golden sand. You breathed in deeply, filling your senses with fresh air. Though you knew if the principle found out you both had snuck out...again... you would be in horrible trouble you were glad you both snuck out. Your body wouldn’t allow you to sleep anyway and the atmosphere that surrounded the beach always soothed you no matter what. 

Gojo was quiet for the longest time letting you soak in the calming surroundings in peace. When you sighed and your shoulders drooped, he silently took your hand. You glanced up at the young man that was just a little older than you, his blue eyes glancing down at you. An unfamiliar light glimmered, but you couldn’t bring yourself to question it. You were about to say something when an enraged voice called from the docks. Both your names echoed across the water and your blood froze. Foiled again and it didn’t take long for Gojo to revert back to normal Gojo, except this time when he took off running you were in tow. Your feet churned up sand and you could barely keep up, but as the adrenaline surged you found yourself laughing in amusement. Gojo laughed with you as you both ran to make your escape. The thought of going back never crossed your mind as you lost yourself enjoying the escape that Gojo talked you into. You gripped his hand tighter and willed yourself to run faster, keeping up with his longer legs while the teachers tried their best to keep up. You were glad that you weren’t able to sleep as you would have missed this with him.

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[scarletwinterxx]

start of something new - jaemin scenario

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"Hey come look, do you think I should send this?" Jaemin taps his phone on your back, calling your attention.

You didn't even think twice before looking over at what he's showing, but it's Jaemin. You'd be a fool to expect anything normal from him.

"What the fuck, Jaem. Why would you show me that?"

"Why not?" he asks back

"I'd rather not know what you're sending to your latest conquests, thank you very much" you mumble, going back to what you were doing but failing to focus.

Only a fool would not notice the change in Jaemin's physique. He changed from being this lanky quiet guy to his sexy muscular mysterious dude.

Damn Na Jaemin and his sexiness.

But it's Na Jaemin, the very same Jaemin you've been friends with for forever. Sexy would be the last thing you'd call him.

"But I trust your opinion, of course I'd ask you. Isn't that what friends are for?"

You're seriously three seconds away from smacking him on the head, turning to look straight at him again. "Exactly, we're friends. Everyone already thinks we're sleeping together" you mumbled

He hears you though, turning his phone off to give his full attention to you. It's true he heard the rumors going around the two of you, even though he's seen in public with other girl or girls. A lot of your acquaintances still thinks something is going on between the two of you.

And he may or may have not also said you're the prettiest girl on campus. It happened during a party and Haechan asked the question to which he answered with your name loud and clear without even missing a beat. You didn't know about it until now, he'd probably never tell you because he's too scared to ruin what you have.

Does he think about kissing you? yes. Maybe once or twice, but that's still too many times to think about kissing your bestfriend than normal.

"Earth to Jaemin" you wave a hand infront of his face

"Does that make you uncomfortable?" he asks, crossing his arms. He didn't miss the way your eyes look at his arms for a quick second, smirking but quickly hiding it.

"What?"

"That people think we're sleeping together"

You choked on air, hitting your chest a few times while trying to process what he said. The words sleeping and together is not something you envisioned ever talking to Jaemin about.

"I- uh- like- the fuck am I suppose to answer to that?"

"Yes or no, I can tell them to stop if it's making you uncomfortable" he tells you

"And if I say no, what would that even mean?

He raises a brow at you, chuckling at your flustered state. "Alright, I'll stop now" he laughs, earning a hit on the arm from you.

"I hate you" you grumbled, throwing the closest thing to you which was a cat plushie he gave you.

From that moment on something changed. At first you thought it was just Jaemin being Jaemin but he's been more touchy with you. Of course he's still very respectful, but he would always have a hand on your back when you're in crowded places. Like that time you attended an event on campus, he was standing right behind you the entire time. At some point you felt his hands rest on your waist, choosing not to say anything about it.

You also noticed he's on his phone less, and if he is he's just talking to Jeno or Renun or texting you really. You haven't heard any new news about his latest conquest.

"Okay, something's wrong and you're not telling me" you told him

Currently, the two of you are in his room hanging out.

"What do you mean?" he asks, "You, something's wrong. Are you sick?" you ask back, putting your hand on his forehead

"And why would you think that?"

"Because you're not being very Jaemin right now, I haven't heard you speak about any other girl for weeks. Just last Friday night during the party you said no to that girl who was offering you a drink. The Jaemin I know would've charmed her pants off but you just brushed her off" you told him,

He smiles, resting back on the headboard as he listens to you

"What? Why are you smiling like that?"

"I was with you during that party, I got you drinks remember"

"I do remember, you won't leave my side. Are you sure you're okay?" you ask again, this time leaning closer to look at him straight in the eyes. Jaemin gulps at the close proximity. Right now your hands are resting on each side of him on the bed, he's trying so hard to keep his focus on you but he can't help but glance at your lips.

"I'm ehem I'm good"

You take one look at him again before going back to sitting beside him, Jaemin releasing the breath he was holding.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong right?" you ask, this time your voice was softer. Jaemin takes your hand that was closest to him, holding it in his. "Of course, I promise"

"I think he's in love with you"

"No he's not"

"Well either that or he's going celibate, because I have not seen that man with any other girl besides you. Like literally" your friend tells you, her statement making you even more confused.

If it really is the truth, you refuse to face it until he's literally screaming it at you. You'd rather live with the what ifs than make things awkward between you and Jaemin because of your wrong assumptions.

Just then you get a text from him, speaking of the devil. He's telling you to come over for dinner and to help him with some coursework.

"Is that him?"

"What? It's just Jaemin. He texted" you mumbled, gathering your things

"Yea exactly, you have this smile on whenever he texts you"

"No, I do not"

"Yes you do, but we can argue about it later after the two of you finally kissed then I can tell you I told you so" she says then bids you goodbye.

You then make your way to Jaemin's apartment, knocking a few times and when he didn't answer you punch the code in letting yourself in.

"Jaem?" You call out, when you didn't get an answer you walked to the kitchen to get yourself a bottle of water. After you closed the fridge door, your soul felt like it left your body

"What the fuck" you shouted, getting scared by Jaemin

"Sorry" he laughs, holding both hands up "I didn't hear you, I was in the shower"

You can tell, he's literally shirtless in front of you. Your eyes wander before snapping back to his eyes, "Shirt, is that not a thing now?" you ask him, passing by to sit on the living room couch. Jaemin laughs before walking back to his room to get a shirt.

"What are we doing again?" you ask when he takes the seat beside you

"I just need help revising my paper, then we can get dinner then maybe make out"

"Sure sounds good- wait what?!"

You look over at Jaemin, seeing the big smile on his face. You hit him with the pillow a few times while he laughs, "You're so dumb" you grumble, slumping further on the couch.

To be honest Jaemin didn't mean to say it outloud but he missed you today, you're wearing your usual casual clothes but you look so pretty in his eyes. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to kiss you is winning, disolving any remaining restraint he had.

Not like he was putting up a fight anyways. The moment he knew he liked you more than a friend, he surrendered. You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know.

"How about a kiss on the cheek then?" he asks,

"Did you even need help or am I here so you can mess with me" you frown at him and Jaemin almost grabbed you by the face to kiss you.

But instead he just smiles, shaking his head "No, and a little kiss won't hurt anybody"

"Friends don't kiss, Jaemin"

"Then I don't want to be your friend"

"What?" you whisper

From the playful vibe, it's now more serious. Did you really hear him say that? Or was it the voices in your head

"I said maybe I don't want to be just your friend anymore"

"Maybe?"

"Let me rephrase that. Fuck being friends, I want to kiss you and hug you and hold you. I want to do all things friends aren't suppose to do" he says while looking straight at you

"But why??" was all you could reply

"What do you mean why? Because I like you, I've liked you for a while now but I didn't want to say anything because we're friends but I don't think I can keep telling myself that's all I'll ever be to you"

"But you can have any girl you want, any girl would kill to be in this place" you tell him, he shakes his head before answering you

"I don't want any girl, I want you"

There isn't really any manual or textbook that taught you what to say when your friend confess to you. Nothing really prepared you for this moment. Hell you never thought this moment would even come.

"Jaemin, do you even know what you're saying?"

"Yes, and I know it's hard to believe with my trackrecord and all that but I swear I haven't talked to any girl in like months. How could I even try when you're all I can think about. At first I though I was going crazy then I realized I wasn't, I was just falling inlove with my bestfriend. Maybe I am crazy" he mumbles the last part making you laugh lightly. This made Jaemin smile

"Do you hate me now?" he asks

"No, I just don't know what to say. I knew something was up with you I didn't know it was this"

"Just me being in my feels for you" he says, this made you laugh.

"So.. can we make out now?" he jokingly asks, "Ha you gotta take me out on a date first and I don't even know if I'm good at kissing you might not want to go out with me after"

When he didn't reply, you look at him again only to see him staring at you. "What?"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I think I've told you before but I kissed a total of two guys, like one way back in high school then that dude from that party way back. Don't make me say the whole story again, it's embarrasing"

"So like technically I'll be your first kiss?" he asks

"I don't think that's how it works"

"We can make it that, I bet it's not because you don't know how to kiss they just didn't know how to kiss you"

You can feel your cheeks get red upon hearing his words

"Shut up"

"Kiss me then" he tells you, turning sideways to this time he's facing you

"What?"

"Kiss me"

"Didn't you hear me, I don't know how. This is em-" you didn't finish your sentence because his lips are on yours. One hand on the back of your neck while the other holds you from behind, pulling you closer to him.

Jaemin waits for you to kiss him back, each second making his heart drum harder in his chest. Just when he's about to pull away, he feels your lips move against his and he swears you just sent him to his own heaven.

He lets you lead kiss, whatever you're comfortable with. When you pull away from him, he takes this chance to pull you on his lap. Your hands automatically going on his shoulders

"See, that wasn't so bad. They just didn't know how to kiss you" he whispers while staring at your lips, this time it's you who kisses him first. From the quick pecks, the kisses turn into something more. The two of you getting breathless but he can't bring himself to stop. It's like you're his air.

When you pull away to catch your breath, Jaemin takes this chance to kiss your jaw down your neck. Grasping your waist to hold you down, you tilt your head to the side to give him more access.

"Okay we need to pause for a sec or else I'm not going to stop" he tells you but he also still had his lips attached on your skin. Like it was torture to pull away. With one more kiss on your lips, he leans back to look at you.

"Go on a date with me?" he breathes out, you smile at him. Nudging your nose against his and giving his lips another peck, "Only if you say please"

"Pretty please"

You smile down at him then you kiss him again

"Since we're not friends anymore, I'm gonna kiss you again"

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[feelbokkie]

One Last Dance | Chapter 20

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it); 3rd person

warnings: depictions of grief, swearing, mention of food and eating

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

word count: 6,909

screenshot count: 23

taglist: closed!

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“You know, we can’t stay in bed like this forever,” You giggle softly, stoking Minho’s hair.

“We can and we will. It’s too dangerous out there.” He mumbles into your neck.

You’re not sure what time it is. Minho got rid of the clock in your room a while ago and you have no idea where either of your phones are. You can see the soft yellow and orange of a new sun poking through the window. It’s almost like time is standing still. The apartment is quiet, you can’t even hear the low hum of the refrigerator on the other side of the wall. The cats must be asleep outside the room still. If they were up, they’d be screaming outside the door for breakfast.

“What about work? We aren’t exactly rich. What? Are we going to become squatters? How are we going to get food and litter for the cats? Food and other necessities for us?” You tap the back of his head to get his attention on you. It doesn’t work.

“We’ll turn your old room into a dance room. I can teach dance online. And delivery services exist. If all else fails, we have Ma-Ri and the maknaes.”

“So what’s your plan? We become, what’s the word? Why can I only think of the Japanese word for it? Hikikomori,”

“Because you’ve been studying Japanese for months. And we wouldn’t be hermits exactly.”

“In what world is us locking ourselves up in this apartment, not hermit behavior?” You laugh, amused by his answer.

“This one,” Minho presses a kiss into your neck and tightens his grip around you.

“Okay, I’ll humor you for a moment. You’re running a dance studio from your laptop, what am I supposed to do?”

“Nothing. I’ll take care of us.”

“Uh huh,” you nod, thinking for a second. “Let’s say stay here for the rest of our lives? Are we going to get married in our living room? What about our kids? Are we all going to live in this room like the grandparents from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Or are you going to get rid of your online dance studio? What about if we get sick? Or if the cats get sick? What then?"

"I'll take care of it all, don't worry. You just stay right here where I can protect you."

"Minho..." You say softly.

Minho's hand moves under your shirt, traveling from your side to your stomach. His fingers barely graze the middle, almost like he's terrified to touch your stomach. After a second of hesitating, he strokes the scar running across your abdomen. He's quiet but you can hear the gears turning in his head and he continues to trace your scar.

"I know what you're thinking, don't even say it. I like that we have couple scars." You reassure him.

He finally lifts his head from the crook of your neck and meets your eyes. His lips are pressed into a thin line and the corners are turned down. His brown eyes are unwavering and glossy as he stares into you.

"If...if I had been there that day, we wouldn't have couple scars. I would have--"

"What? Gotten stabbed yourself?" You take your right hand and place it on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek.

"Or I could have stopped that bastard. None of this would have happened." He rambles. You can hear the anger building in his voice.

"Minho, you couldn't have stopped it from happening."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." He grumbles.

"Okay,"

He drops his head on your chest, your hand instinctively goes to his scalp. You've always thought he's a bit like a cat, or the human embodiment of a cat at least. You can't remember how many times you've calmed him down throughout your lives just by simply stroking his hair. If he was a cat, he'd be purring right now as your fingers massage his scalp. He's absentmindedly tracing your scar still, almost like he's trying to rub it away. But not too hard so he doesn't hurt you.

Meow

"You have you wake up," You gently tell Minho.

"I've been awake, what are you talking about?" He sits up and looks at you again.

"Minho, you have to wake up."

Minho's eyes slowly open, hot tears spilling out of them. His heart pounds in his chest as he reaches over to your side of the bed. His still-pounding heart sinks when his hand is met with the cool, neatly made blanket. It's just like how you left it the morning you went out with the music majors, untouched by everything besides the cats.

"I wasn't ready to wake up yet," He whispers. His eyes stare past the ceiling, almost like he's trying to look at you. If that's even possible.

Minho has never liked waking up alone. When you were babies, your fathers worked a lot and far away so your mothers would often just spend the day with each other, which meant that the two of you would be put down for naps and bedtime together often. For a while, he would have trouble going to sleep without next to him. As you got older and naps together became less frequent, he began hating going to sleep and waking up alone. On the rare occasion, you two would fall asleep while studying or at a sleepover, he would wake up happy to find you next to him. While he now enjoys going to sleep, even spending the day looking forward to drifting off to sleep, he still dreads waking up.

Meow

Minho takes a deep breath, your scent from your pillow faintly hitting his nose, before finally forcing himself out of bed. He slips on one of his hoodies before leaving the room. He wipes his face, attempting to dry it as he walks into his living room. The cats used to sleep in your room with the two of you, their four beds lined the window. For a while, they slept on your side of the bed, keeping it warm for you as they waited for you to come back home. But when Minho put up the altar for you in the living room, they started sleeping around it. Minho eventually had to move their beds next to the altar so they wouldn't knock anything down when they tried to sleep.

"Morning, Soonie. Morning, Dori. Morning, Doongie. Morning, Moonshine." Minho presses a kiss to his fingers and then touches the portrait of you at the altar as he walks by.

He walks to the kitchen and gets their food and water bowls squared away. He quietly fills up their bowls as they mewl at him. He pauses for a second as he sees that he has barely enough food left for them for dinner. The two of you have never let the cat food get so low. Normally, you get the cats their breakfast while Minho covers their dinner, and then you two switch off for lunch. But, Minho's head hasn't been entirely there so he hasn't noticed how much the food has gone down over the past couple of weeks.

"Breakfast time!" Minho sings as he places all the bowls in their designated spots.

Once all the bowls are set and all four cats are eating, he turns back to your altar.

"What should we have for breakfast this morning?" He asks himself as he turns to the fridge. He's met with a nearly empty fridge. There are some leftovers and take-out containers that he knows he has to get rid of sooner rather than later. Other than that, there's not much else in the fridge.

"Hm, I guess we're having omelets this morning," He mumbles as he pulls out all the ingredients he needs.

He quickly makes two omelets, one of them smaller than the other. You set them on their respective plates, bringing the smaller omelet to your altar. He sets up his little table and sets it up in front of your altar before getting his food to come and eat with you.

Pity isn't the right word for what Ma-Ri and Hyunjin feel right now. Sure, the sight in front of them is pitiful, but it still isn't the exact word for what they feel. Mainly what they feel is sad.

When Ma-Ri finally made her way over to the maknae apartment, Minho still hadn't responded to Hyunjin. The two of them slowly made their way over, anxiety filling their bodies. Hyunjin gave Ma-Ri the apartment key and let her walk in first. He stood behind her with his phone in his hand, ready to call for help if they needed to. They knocked first, giving Minho one last chance to show that he was okay before going into the apartment. When they did, they noticed two things.

The first thing they noticed, the apartment looked almost exactly how it did 3 months ago, right before the two of you started packing for Tokyo. No one besides Minho has been inside the apartment since you died. With you not being there and all of the boxes, nobody wanted to. At some point in the past two months, maybe around the time of the funeral, Minho must have unpacked everything, restoring the apartment to its previous state.

The second thing they noticed, and probably the most important, is Minho sitting in the corner of the room, directly across from your altar. He has a plate of food on his table and a similar, smaller plate set in front of your picture. And while this sight alone is enough to make Hyunjin feel sad for his hyung, he also feels angry. Minho's phone sits next to him on the table, face up, and he's sitting about 6 hours away from the front door. Nothing is preventing him from even calling through the door, and yet he doesn't.

"He's fine noona, let's go," Hyunjin says cooly as he tugs on Ma-Ri's sleeve.

"I don't think--"

"Ma-Ri? Hyunjin? What are two doing here." Minho asks, finally taking notice that the apartment is more occupied than it's been in a while.

"We thought you had a new, self-installed ceiling fan. But you don't so we can just leave." Hyunjin says as he calmly balls his fits in his hands.

"What are you talking about?" Minho blinks, looking around the room.

"He just means that we're worried about you. We haven't heard from you since the funeral and--"

"And you thought you'd find me dead somewhere in the apartment with the cats eating my face?"

If the situation was different. If everything was normal, both Ma-Ri and Hyunjin would laugh at Minho’s response and tell him that, that was exactly what they thought. But Ma-Ri was just relieved that she wouldn’t have to see another one of her friends dead on the floor while Hyunjin is slowly getting annoyed.

“See, noona, he’s fine. Even making jokes. Can’t get up off his ass to answer the door or even just pick up the fucking phone, but he’s fine. Let’s go,” Hyunjin grumbles, turning to leave.

“Which noona?” Minho asks.

Ma-Ri feels a sudden pang in her chest. Which noona? A question that was often asked when the group was at full capacity. The maknaes weren’t necessarily used to having to deal with both you and Ma-Ri at once, so just referring to either of you as ‘noona’ without saying your name was common. Which made everyone confused when someone said ‘noona’ and not the context of what one was being talked about. It was fun when you were still alive, but now it's painful.

"You can't be serious," Hyunjin's mouth drops in disbelief. He thought Jeongin was in denial, but this is something completely different.

"Minho..." Ma-Ri says softly.

"This is great. I'm the most sane one right now. Felix is going around like he's Batman looking for some sort of vengeance. Seungmin wakes up every night screaming. Jeongin refuses to believe that Y/n is gone. And Minho hyung is over here role-playing Norman fucking Bates."

"Hyunjin, he's not exactly role-playing Norman Bates. If he was then Y/n's--"

"I can't do this," Hyunjin says before storming out of the apartment.

Minho blinks in confusion, unsure of what just happened. Ma-Ri lets out a deep sigh as she walks over to the couch, throwing herself on it. The room is quiet as Minho tries to process what just happened and Ma-Ri stares at the ceiling.

Being in your apartment without you being here feels weird for Ma-Ri. Wrong even. It's like she's waiting for you to come out of your room or bathroom. Maybe even throw yourself on top of her when you finally do come out. You and Minho lived in the apartment since your first year of college. For Ma-Ri, you're the first person she met in college, and with that, she had a whole list of firsts. First friend with their own apartment. First friend she had a sleepover with. The first girl she had a genuine crush on. The first person she ever came out to. Hell, you even offered to be her first kiss with another girl so she would shut up about it. Her crush for you dissipated when she realized that there was no way she would ever win as long as Minho was in the picture. And in a way, it worked out better. Ma-Ri loved the relationship she had with you up until the end. You had gone from friends to sisters. And while Ma-Ri herself has two sisters, an older one who is already married and a younger one in high school, she felt closer to you in those four years of knowing you than she has ever been with her biological sisters. And now that you're gone, Ma-Ri has experienced a new first, first heartbreak.

"What the hell was that about?" Minho finally asks. From her position on the couch, she can't tell if he's talking to you or your picture.

"He's just worried and stressed. We both are. It's...it's been a rough couple of months. You know." Ma-Ri presses the palms in her hands into her eyes.

"You and Hyunjin seem to be doing well enough." Minho scoffs.

"I know you're grieving right now, but I will beat the shit out of you." Ma-Ri spits out.

"I was just making an observation." He mumbles, turning back to his food.

If Minho had actually paid attention, he would have noticed very quickly that Hyunjin and Ma-Ri are not doing well. He would have seen the dark circles that circled their eyes as a result of sleepless nights. Hyunjin's lack of sleep stems from being woken up in the middle of the night by Seungmin's screaming. Most nights, the only way to get him to stop is for Hyunjin to climb into bed next to him and hold him for a bit, quietly humming to calm him down. On other nights, when Felix is actually home, he'll climb in too to help calm him down. Those are the nights when Jeongin sleeps in Hyunjin's bed so he's not alone while the other two comfort Seungmin. Ma-Ri, on the other hand, wakes up frequently, in tears. She has trouble closing her eyes without seeing you.

"Hey, Min," Ma-Ri sits up and leans over the end of the couch. Her eyes freeze over your smiling picture. You're grinning as you look directly into the camera. You're wearing a light green hoodie. What can't be seen is the pose you're striking. Your arms are stretched out, one hand holding a sparkler while the other one holds a stuffed pig you won from one of the games at this year's New Year festival. She took that picture. This was right before you ended up giving that pig to a little kid who couldn't win any prizes. And before Hyunjin and Seungmin started arguing over something trivial.

"Hm?"

"I know it makes the most sense for me to grow up since I'm 22 and graduated university and I have a professional job and everything. But all of those boys are still kids. Jeongin barely turned 20 a few months before all this happened. Hyun's only 21 but he had to grow up so quickly. I help him when I can but he's pretty much taking care of the rest of the maknaes himself. The two of us had to accept the fact that Y/n isn't coming back quickly so we can stop the rest of the group from falling apart."

"I'm not falling apart if that's what you're getting at," Minho says simply as he turns his attention back to your picture.

"I didn't say that," Ma-Ri presses her lips to a thin line, that's exactly what she's getting at. "But you do have to realize that you're not okay. You can't keep doing this to yourself. Think of Y/n. What would she say if she saw you like this?"

Minho turns back to Ma-Ri, staring at her with dead eyes, his mouth quirks in annoyance. He can't help the tears that prick his eyes. Whether they're from anger or sadness, he doesn't know. He slams his fork down on his table as he quickly gets up and starts to clean up. He walks into the kitchen without a word, hands full of his dinner plate.

"Minho--"

"Get out,"

"Excuse me?" Ma-Ri gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen, careful to not step on any of the cats.

"You heard me," He empties his plate into the trash before he starts washing his dishes. "I said get out."

"I get that you're mad but--"

"I'm not mad." He says angrily, slamming the sponge into the sink.

"Okay, you're not mad." Ma-Re defensively puts her hands up.

"Why are you here?" He asks suddenly, taking a deep breath.

"You're my friend and I'm worried about you." She says softly.

"You were always more Y/n's friend than mine. But she's gone, so why are you here?"

Ma-Ri bites her lip to stop herself from saying something out of pocket. She knows that it wouldn't help anything right now. Even then, she can't say that MInho's words and overall attitude don't hurt.

"Look, I know you say some fucked up shit when you're trying to push everyone away. And I also know that you're really hurting right now so I'm going to give you this one free pass."

"Ma-Ri--"

"I'm leaving, don't worry." Ma-Ri gets her things from the couch and hesitates while she stares at the door. "There's a support group. It's held in the basement of the church by the university. Hyun and I go often, we're trying to get the others to go. You should think about it."

"What are you doing here?" Felix asks as he climbs into Minho's car.

Felix buckles up his seatbelt and leans back into the chair. His face is filled with cuts and bruises, some fresh and some old. His left eye has a slightly faded bruise under it. Not only is Felix picking fights, it looks like he's also getting his ass beat in the process.

"Thanks hyung for coming for calming all the way down here to bail me out of jail." Minho mocks, annoyed at his younger friend's attitude.

"I'll catch the bus," Felix unbuckles the seat belt and starts to get out of the car.

"Sit your dramatic ass down. Jesus, you've been spending way too much time with Hyunjin."

Minho is taking this as a sign from you to try to fix everything. That you want him to fix it. If he has to start with Felix, then so be it. How? He has no idea. He can feel the anger radiating off Felix. Long gone is the doe-eyed boy he met nearly years ago who could barely speak Korean and wanted to do nothing more than dance. It’s like that version of himself died along with you, leaving behind an angry shell of a man. Minho can’t even imagine how Felix would be reacting if he had watched you die like the others. The idea alone sends a shiver down his spine.

Minho slightly quirks his head as he starts the car up again. Felix leans back into his seat, yet again. He pulls his earbuds out of his pocket and shoves them in his ears. Felix then pulls his hood over his head and leans his head on the window.

As Minho drives away from the police station, he thinks about all the possible ways he could fix it. If you were here, Felix would take one look at you and confess all of his deepest, darkest, innermost thoughts. But he is, quite literally, shutting Minho out right now.

Minho isn't good at words. He's better at acts of service. Like making soup when the boys don't feel good. Or making everyone finals week survival kits. Anything indirect really. You were always better at the direct. Pulling everyone out of their shells and making you tell them what's wrong. Comforting them in person. Which is what they all need right now. They need you, not him. And Felix is so angry, how would you even deal with that?

Anger

An idea clicks into Minho's head quickly. It might not work, but if it could help in the slightest he is willing to try it. He changes the direction of where he is heading, almost making a full U-turn in the opposite direction. It's a shot in the dark but that's how he feels navigating through life has been like lately.

***

"Why did we stop," Felix asks when the car pulls into a parking lot.

“Do you wanna break some shit?” Minho turns the car off and turns to Felix.

“What?” Felix’s mouth hangs open in confusion.

“Do you want to break some shit?” He asks again, refusing to give the younger boy any context.

“Sure?”

“Okay, let’s go,”

Minho quickly gets out of the car before Felix can protest. Felix gets out of the car and just as Minho walks into a rage room. Felix didn't know what to expect when Minho asked him if he wanted to break shit. Vandalism maybe, but controlled chaos? Not exactly. He almost wishes it was vandalism. Almost.

The two men are quickly taken to one of the rooms where they are instructed to put on safety gear. As they get dressed, they're instructed on the procedures of how to safely break things inside the room. After a few minutes, they're let into yet another room filled with various breakable objects and things to break them with. Felix hesitates before picking up a metal baseball bat. Minho grabs a sledgehammer and walks off to the side. Felix looks around the room before grabbing an old, box-set TV and dragging it to the center of the room. He tightens his grip on the baseball bat, freezing as he thinks.

"Go ahead, fuck that tv up." Minho encourages him.

Felix shrugged before lightly swinging the bat. The bat hits the screen with a satisfying clink.

"C'mon, Yongbok." Minho calls softly, "You were pissed off enough earlier to get arrested for beating the shit out of someone. I know you can do better than that."

clink

"Are all those muscles you have from fighting for show?"

clink

"Now you're starting to piss me off,"

Clink

"If you're going to hit like that, I should have just let you punch me in the parking lot,"

Clink

"Instead of a TV, picture the person you're mad at."

CLINK

"There we go," Minho cheers.

CLINK

"That's right, channel all that anger into that TV. Who are you angry with, Yongbokkie? Who are you picturing right now?"

CLINK "I'm mad at Y/n noona," CLINK "for dying." CLINK "I'm mad at myself," CLINK "for being mad at her for that." CLINK "I'm mad at that fucking bastard," CLINK "for taking her away from us." CLINK "And I'm fucking pissed off at you," CLINK "for abandoning me--abandoning all of us when we needed you most." CRASH

Minho stands there quietly as Felix repeatedly hits the TV. The glass, now shattered, litters the floor. Pieces of plastic and tiny bits of metal fly across the room as Felix lets out months' worth of frustration and anger. On one hand, Minho feels relieved that his plan is working. On the other hand, he feels guilty for playing a part in Felix's anger.

SMASH

Felix delivers one final blow to the TV before dropping the bat to the floor. Minho tenses up, not sure what Felix's next moves are. He just leveled a television, who knows what he could do next?

"AHH!" Felix's pained scream of frustration reverberates around the room. He quickly pulls off his goggles, mask, and hood. His face is red, splotchy, and wet. His eyes, filled with tears, find Minho's worried ones.

Minho relaxes, dropping his sledgehammer, as Felix makes his way over to him. Felix doesn't hesitate to throw himself into Minho's arms. His body shakes as he lets out loud, pained sobs. All Minho can do is wrap his arms around Felix and rub his back.

"I'm sorry," Minho whispers, his heart aching at the thought of being the reason why his friends are all in pain.

"N-none...of this is fair." Felix hiccups.

"I know,"

"Why her? Why now?"

"I know,"

"And that demented fuck is just, out there. He killed her in broad fucking daylight and they can't find him?"

"I know. Believe me, I know."

"Why aren't you angry?" Felix asks as he pulls away from Minho.

"You don't think I'm angry?" Minho blinks, "That I don't wake up every day, cursing god or whoever the fuck is out there because I'm still here and she's gone? When she had so much to live for? So many people who needed her--who still need her? She practically killed herself for 21 years so she could accomplish all of her dreams, and for what? For her to finally get what she wants and then--" Minho quickly picks his sledgehammer back up and walks to the other side of the room.

CRASH

CRACK

SMASH

As Minho destroys various props in the room, Felix quickly puts his protective gear back on. He watches quietly as Minho destroys plates, glass bottles, an old laptop--anything and everything that gets in his way. Minho's pent-up and unbridled rage finally being released and it feels cathartic.

A few minutes go by before Minho finally stops. Panting, he drops the sledgehammer and pulls off his safety gear. His face mirrored Felix's face from earlier: red, splotchy, and wet.

"Not a single day goes by where I don't think about how I would trade my life in a heartbeat for hers. Or how I want to find that bastard and do to him what he did to her. But I can't. I'm falling apart in so many other ways, I can't let rage consume me too."

"Hyung," Felix calls softly.

"And I know that's what you're doing."

"...Letting...my rage consume me?"

"No," Minho shakes his head, "You're going to that mall every chance you get so you can find him and even the score."

"I'm not--"

"It's not going to bring her back, Yongbok."

"I know but--"

"Look at me," Minho walks over to the younger man and puts his hands on his shoulders, "She's not coming back."

"I know, I just--It's not fair."

"I know," Minho pulls Felix in for another hug.

"And it's not fair for me to be mad at you. If anything we should be--"

"Yongbok, shut up. Okay? You were right, you guys needed me and I wasn't there." Minho pulls away and places a hand on Felix's head, petting him.

"We still need you. I think Seungmin needs you the most right now." Felix sighs.

"He's that bad?"

"I think both him and In are doing bad, but Seungmin is...he's fucked up. I mean, I would be too if Y/n had...y'know...in my arms. And his screams-- I'd rather hear my parents screaming at each other again than that. Hyunjin slips him sleeping pills sometimes so he can sleep but I don't think that's helping much. The only time I see him out of his room is when Hyunjin or Ma-Ri manages to convince him to at least take a shower. Or when he has to use the bathroom. But, he's like a zombie. Doesn't really talk much either. It's scary. I'm scared that he's gonna--" Felix presses his lips together, not allowing himself to finish his thought.

"And Jeongin?" Minho tries to change the subject.

"He's just in denial about it. He didn't technically see anything so I think he's pretending that everything is okay. You know, he sat outside the whole funeral? Refused to come in. I think he's pretending that noona is in Japan or on a trip or something."

An idea immediately pops into his head. He knows he needs to fix it, to fix his family the best he can without you. Would you have come up with a better idea? Maybe. But his idea is a start, and that's all he needs.

"I have an idea,"

***

"This is a shit idea," Hyunjin whispers from the middle row, loud enough for Minho to hear him.

Minho glares at Hyunjin in the rearview mirror before his eyes shift over to the last row where Seungmin and Jeongin are sitting. Seungmin's head is leaning against the window, headphones in. Jeongin has been looking down, probably at his phone, the entire car ride. How he convinced the two of them to get in, in the first place is a mystery itself.

"Hyun, shut up." Ma-Ri turns around, smacking the younger man before turning back in her seat.

"What the fuck are we doing here?" Seungmin asks, looking out the window.

Minho's stupid idea is one that both Ma-Ri and Felix thought would work. At least in Jeongin's case. They're parked in the cemetery, not too far from where you are. The three of them agreed that making Jeongin see your grave might make him come to terms with your death. And if this little trip could help Seungmin in any way, then they would feel a little better. Hyunjin thinks the whole idea is bad and the only reason why he tagged along is to keep an eye on the two youngest members of the group.

"Listen--" Minho starts.

"Absolutely fucking not," Seungmin protests, leaning back into his seat.

"Why are we at a cemetery?" Jeongin asks innocently.

Everyone, including Seungmin, holds their breath unsure of what to say. Their eyes helplessly find Minho, watching to see what his next move is going to be.

"We're here to...see Y/n," Minho hesitates.

"Y/n noona is here?" He asks again.

"Fucking told you this was a shit idea,"

"Hyunjin!"

"What?"

Felix shifts uncomfortably in his seat, not liking the tension in the car. Hyunjin has an amused look on his face, ready to scream "I told you so!" Seungmin tries to look everywhere but forward. Ma-Ri glares at Hyunjin. Both Minho and Ma-Ri can't help but look at Jeongin.

"...Yeah," Minho finally answers. Seungmin can't help but let out a sarcastic laugh.

None of this is going well. After the rage room, Felix and Minho talked about how they could help the youngest two of the group. And when they settled with something they decided to let Hyunjin and Ma-Ri in on the plan. Ma-Ri was apprehensive at first. Ambusing Seungmin and Jeongin into dealing with your death was risky. But at this point, it's a risk she's willing to take. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was more reluctant to agree. In the end, he only agreed because he knew someone would have to do damage control.

"So glad I left the apartment for this," Seungmin grumbles.

"Can...can I stay here?" Jeongin's voice is small. None of them have ever heard him so quiet. It made them feel bad for what they were going to do.

"Just five minutes. Okay? Come with us for five minutes and...and if you still don't want to be here you can come back to the car." Ma-Ri pleads. She knows that bringing them here wasn't the best idea, but it's the best they can do.

"No," He shakes his head, tears beginning to rim his eyes.

"Jeongin," Minho says sternly.

"I-I don't want to,"

"In--" Felix starts.

"Please d-don't make me," His voice cracks.

Instantly feeling regret, the older members of the group sigh. They knew they shouldn't have brought him before he was ready. But they were helping, praying even, that he would be ready by the time they got there.

"Seungmin?" Ma-Ri asks, hopeful that she could help at least one of her friends.

"Fuck off," He whispers, pulling his hood over his head.

Felix, Minho, and Ma-Ri share a look of defeat and regret before silently agreeing to drop it. The car is quiet as the older ones debate what to do. Finally, Minho shuts off the car.

"I'm going to go pay my respects to Y/n for a little bit. Whoever wants to, come with. The rest of you just relax back here for a little bit." He sighs before exiting the car. He opens Felix's door, putting his hand out for the flowers that Felix cradles close to his chest.

"I'll come with," Felix says quietly, still holding onto the flowers.

Ma-Ri and Hyunjin also file out of the car, leaving Jeongin and Seungmin alone. The four of them quietly walk to where you are buried. Any argument they have is left in the car.

When they get to your grave, they find dried-out flowers from whoever visited you last and burnt-out candles. A coin sits in the middle an offering would go. Staff members often replace the food offering with a coin to deter wild animals from coming and filling the cemetery.

"Hey, jagia. I brought some friends this time." Minho says softly.

Minho wastes no time getting to work, removing the dead flowers. Hyunjin helps him by grabbing what's left of the candles and scrapping the wax off. Felix fiddles with the flowers he brought from the car, making sure they're decent and surviving well. Ma-Ri pulls out a bottle of soju and a few candles from her bag.

"Noona, your boyfriend is dumb as fuck," Hyunjin says suddenly.

"Hyun," Ma-Ri warns.

"It's true."

"No arguing," Felix hums, adding the new flowers.

The four of them quietly finish preparing everything. Not wanting to argue in front of you anymore. Once they're done, the four of them sit down. They each pour a little bit of the soju on the grave and talk to you silently. Each with a different story of what's currently going on in their lives or a memory that they want to bring up.

They're there for a while. None of them want to cut off the time from the rest of the group. The air is cool, cooler than it should be for this time of year. There's a slight breeze that threatens to blow out your candles but doesn't. Wind chimes dangle in the distance, probably decorations from other graves.

It's a bittersweet moment. Minho and Felix visit you often but Hyunjin and Ma-Ri rarely do, they never wanted to come alone. For even part of the group to be there is comforting enough for them.

After a few minutes, Jeongin and Seungmin quietly walk up and sandwich themselves in between Ma-Ri and Felix. The four older members of the group all share a feeling of relief that the youngest two made their way over.

The only sound that can be heard now is Jeongin's sniffling. Ma-Ri wraps him in a hug, rubbing his back to comfort him. Felix places his hand face up, silently letting Seungmin that it's there for him if he wants it. And much to Felix's relief, he takes it. Hyunjin passes them the soju bottle so they can also pour a bit out over your grave, and they do.

Jeongin only cries harder as time goes on. Ma-Ri digs into her bag and pulls out a granola bar. She unwraps it and hands it to Jeongin, who takes it and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. Seungmin lets out a small chuckle, remembering something.

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin asks, smiling at the fact that this is the first time in months that Seungmin genuinely laughed.

"It's, uh, nothing," He says calmly.

"C'mon, share with the class Seungminnie." Ma-Ri pokes his side.

"Fine, it's just that...that day...when Y/n noona was...she said 'tell Innie to slow down when he eats, nobody is going to take his food from him.'" He explains.

"She did not, you're making that up," Jeongin says after swallowing the granola bar.

"Why would I lie about that?" Seungmin asks seriously.

"Because why would she be thinking that?" Jeongin argues back.

"She also told me to tell you that it's not the end of the world if your voice cracks while you sing, dumbass." He hits him with his knee.

"Yeah, that's something noona would say."

"I tell you that all the time, you punk." Ma-Ri flicks his forehead.

"What else did she say?" Hyunjin asks quietly.

"She said that you and Lix are going to burn yourselves out if you keep spending all your free time in the practice rooms and that you need to stop."

"Of course she did," Hyunjin groans.

"What'd she stay for me?" Ma-Ri asks, eager for your sage wisdom one last time.

"You're going to think I'm lying."

"Try me,"

"She said that if you want a girlfriend you're going to have to start talking to girls."

"Wha--Hey, why did she leave you guys nice messages, and I get roasted? Hey, Y/n, do you hear me? Not cool!" Everyone laughs at Ma-Ri's outbursts.

"If it makes you feel better, she said she'd haunt me if I blamed myself. And she is a woman of her word." He mumbles that last part.

"Seungmin, it's not your fault," Minho says, breaking his silence.

"I know it's not, logically. But realistically--"

"Did you know that any of that was going to happen? Did you plan it? Did you put her in front of that guy? Did you give him the knife?" Minho asks.

The others fall silent as Seungmin freezes for a second, taken aback.

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous."

"Then how could it be your fault?"

Seungmin's blood turns cold. He's spent the past couple of months blaming himself. If he hadn't asked to get driven to the mall. If he didn't ask to go as early as they did. If he had noticed sooner that you weren't walking behind him anymore. If only he paid attention, then maybe, just maybe, you'd still be there with them. But not once did he think about it in the way that Minho did.

"B-because," Tears fall out of Seungmin's eyes as his words fall short. Just like that, he couldn't find another reason to justify blaming himself. All of his reasons no longer made sense.

"She needed to go shopping anyway. For all we know, it still could have happened. The only difference is that she didn't die alone."

Silence washes over them again as they take in everything. Minho was right, it could have happened anyway, but at least you weren't alone.

"She's sorry," Seungmin whispers.

"What?" Felix asks, worried that Seungin could suddenly communicate with you.

"She said that she was sorry and that she never wanted to leave you. That she was in love with you." Seungmin's eyes are locked on Minho, who is now having trouble looking at him.

"Idiot," He mumbles, "Even while she was dying she was thinking about us."

"Of course, she would. That's just who she is--was. She's the best of us." Hyunjin adds.

"I only knew her for a little less than a year but in that short amount of time, she made me feel so welcome. Like I was her little brother."

"You were like a little brother to her. She said that we're her family. And that she loves us a lot."

"She really covered her bases," Felix adds.

Again, silence surrounds the group. They spent more time than they were planning, but all of them are glad for it. Their shoulders feeling significantly lighter than when first arrived. Seungmin and Jeongin aren't cured, but they're well on their way.

"Hey hyung," Felix suddenly speaks, "what did you do with the ring?"

"Ring?" Ma-Ri asks. She wasn't in the original group chat and it never felt like the right time to bring it up afterward.

"He had Lix and I go with him shopping for a promise ring," Hyunjin explains.

"Oh, shit," Ma-Ri breathes.

Minho silently pulls up the leather chain around his neck. At the end of the necklace, there is a completed scallop shell. His half and your half that he carefully put together. He gently pulls the two halves of the shell apart to reveal your unpromised, promise ring.

"She's always with me."

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[shalomszn]

found peace in fall

shuri x fem!black!reader

contains : [fluff!] kissing, sweet words, words of affirmation, small meaningful conversations.

- a/n : I’m just feeling genuinely happy, so I wanna spread this energy out. Also, too excited for winter 😍

- notes for readers : this fic is just a reminder of a lot of things, gratitude, keeping your peace, detaching from someone, loving yourself (all the things about yourself, body, facial features..), and many other stuff. If you ever feel, negative, feel free to tap back in here. Love you <3

song inspirations : good days - SZA, I like you - post malone ft. Doja Cat

summary : a small normal and peaceful day of you and your wife, shuri. You guys start your days, went out, giving each other small therapy sessions, just pure fluff and soft things!

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9:02am

Shuri and you are a freshly new married couple, the relationship has been healthy the whole time. And you don’t see anything bad coming at all, it’s right now 9am, you were waken by the bright sunlight kissing your skin.

You felt the curly head woman slightly moving in your embrace, you pulled the duvet onto her neck a little bit more in case she catches a cold from this cold weather. “baby…” you whispered down at shuri, the sight of her is adorable. Face buried in your chest, hands tightly tied around your waist, the warmth sharing inside the blanket is comforting.

“mmhhh…” she answered, in order to let you know she’s awake too. But instead she snuggled into your chest, a sign of her wanting to continue the sleep, and you are not gonna let it happen…

“it’s 9:15 baby, I gave you 15 more minutes to sleep..” you said trying to get away from her grip and start your morning routine. “why so stubborn?” she asked loosening her grip enough to let you slip away, you stretched right in the middle of the large window next to the bed.

Your body covering the sun shining, as shuri was seeing that sight and loving the positive energy you’re having just the start of the day.

You walked to the restroom next to the bedroom and started your morning routine, as you were applying the moisturiser on your cheeks, you were greeted by a loud yawn of shuri. Like a cat yawning. [a/n: it’s always a jump scare looking at cats yawn bro- 😭🤍]

you forcely put the kuromi headband on her to keep her soft curls away from her face, “oh I look cute.” shuri said looking at the mirror admiring herself wearing that headband, you, with a helpless expression and slipped a chuckle while adjusting it to make it more comfortable for her “yes yes…pretty much.”

“what do you mean pretty much? I am the queen of cuteness.”

“you’re already a queen of an entire nation you still wanna be a queen of something else?” you said putting the mask on her, and putting those under eye pads on her.

“yes.” and she looked down at you, “the queen of your heart.” as she winked, teasing you fully.

you laughed at that, and giving into her “yes yes…” and fully taking care of her, nearly doing the whole routine on her. Who would’ve expected the precious queen of her people is actually acting like a child and liking the small cute things?

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9:57am

After that, you went downstairs to the living room and walking past the kitchen island you opened the fridge. Taking 2 limes and a few lemons, you cut them into pieces and put them in 2 cups of water, as you handed shuri the cup of water “water first!” [a/n : alright hello again, so, I do this everyday, I drink water before literally eating anything, in order to flush away toxins from the body, preventing headache and kidney stones. It’s a very healthy act and doesn’t harm much, so please, take care of yourself and do that 🤍]

Shuri took the cup of water and gulped it, you’re the type of person to force her to drink gallons of water a day. At least 8 cups. That’s what you know for sure.

You left the breakfast making to shuri, she can cook. Like literally, she went to the fridge and grabbed a few types of fruits - strawberries, bananas and blueberries. She heated the toasts up, cutting the bananas and strawberries in pieces, putting the peanut butter on the toasts then the bananas and strawberries.

You also prepared oatmeal, so you took the blueberries and out them on it, also taking the milk and pouring them in. [a/n : banana + peanut butter + bread>>]

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10:42am

“Baby! where’d you brought the strawberries?” You asked while picking one and landing them in your mouth while eating it.

Shuri draws her attention at you while she’s putting the dishes in the dish washing machine, “I think I brought a whole box from Tokyo…” she said yelling from the kitchen, since you’re just sitting comfortably on the couch, letting the sunlight hit your face.

“Tokyo huh…” you muttered but then ignored continue gulping the strawberries. [strawberries keeps you away from cancer 😋]

-

You finished the big bowl of strawberries feeding some to shuri, while she’s just signing a few papers. Once she’s done, you dragged her to the back yard, showing the new flowers you’re taking care of lately.

“new flowers!” you said with a clear excitement in your voice, you wore the gloves and bent down, watering them.

“oh yeah?” Shuri bent down as well next to you, to admire your hard work. The amount of time you took to take care of them, now it’s blooming beautifully, “it’s just like you…” she said whispering looking at the flowers.

“hm?” you looked at shuri, “it’s just like you, blooming beautifully even in this harsh world, blooming and surviving in a world filled with shitty people.” she said smiling softly. “I still thank Jesus every day gifting me with you.” You smiled back, and got up pulling shuri, “check out my other babies!” you said.

These are tulips, the flowers shuri firstly got for you when she confessed her feelings for you. Those beautiful pink and yellow tulips growing in the safe soil, you bent down smiling at the tulips, smiling at the flower that symbolises one of the many important and unforgettable events happened in your life.

“they’re beautiful ain’t it?” you asked while looking at the flowers.

You, are admiring your flowers, while your wife? she’s admiring something else, she’s admiring you instead. Your sweet smile curved on your face, you soft gaze watering the tulips, you hair hovering in the air by the wind.

“yes…very beautiful.”

while you didn’t knew this is shuri saying you’re beautiful instead of the tulips.

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11:49am

You and shuri wanted to go out for lunch, somewhere with spaghetti. So you obviously changed your pajamas to something else, you wore an off white turtle neck sweat shirt, with a beige coat, black mini skirt and white leg warmers. For touch ups, you put on those white fluffy ear muffs, black Maryjanes and small gold hoop earrings.

Shuri, who- wanted to match your style. She similar gold hoop earrings too, gold rings, off white crochet sweater, white scarf, dark brown fluffy coat, and some off white sweatpants with boots.

She leaned her left cheek to your right cheek looking the mirror. “we look cute!” she said while casually pecking you multiple times, your hands on her shoulders looking in the mirror “more then cute actually,”

“my baby dress me good…” shuri said proudly jumping around like a kid while you’re trying to warp her scarf, “stay still!” You said firmly, and shuri finally stays still. for a moment.

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12:27am

You chosen a fancy Italian restaurant that you always go to with your friends, you sat and let your brain choose what exactly what you wanna eat. Shuri, of course is waiting patiently, her face on her palm looking at you lovingly, you caught her gaze and looked up at her. “whatchuuu thinkin?” You said scrunching your nose.

“There’s a problem with admiring my own wife now?”

“well…” you looked around “no.”

“great, cause I’ll still be staring into your soul even if you’re uncomfortable.” She said teasingly, but she also notices you have trouble with choosing what to eat.

Noticing a dish that’s shown on the menu, as she draws your attention with her index point on the dish name, and a picture. “how about this?” She asked.

It’s a carbonara spaghetti with salmon, and some s cheese on top. “perfect your most latest cravings, the taste of salmon and carbonara.” She then point at the description of the dish, “also with small pieces of bacon.”

You looked at shuri nodding really fast, that’s what having shuri is like, her solving your most minor inconvenience but also not making you feel troubled. “thank you shuri! I know I have issues with choosing.” you said smiling sweetly at her.

She didn’t answered which was quite a surprise, you gently shakes her as she blurted out a few words,

“y/n you’re so…perfect, you have a beautiful and kind soul, a face of an actual goddess…” she stopped and look down at your waist, holding it and caressing it “having the body that I’ll love no matter what shape it is, and your mind, your mentality…” she said looking deep in your eyes “is so strong. you’ve went through a lot, fighting mentally, and you’re still in front of me, being the best gift of mine, being the angel that bast sent me,” she said kissing your cheek. “I couldn’t ask for more when you’re the limit, when you broke the scale of perfection, when the person who invented the word beautiful was because they landed their eyes on you, when your heart is so generous and always having gratitude cleansing my negative energy…” she said her pupils dilating like a cat’s pupil dilate when they see someone they love dearly.

“you are the peace I found in fall.”

- a/n : fall 🍂

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[hellfire--cult]

Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 12

Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️This chapter contains: Angst, billy x reader, nervousness, eddie crying

wc: 7.6k

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! and oof... next chapter is where everything goes coo coo

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CHAPTER 12

It started out of a pure mistake.

Your phone dinged with a notification from Instagram, a direct message from… You looked at the screen with an eyebrow raised up in confusion as you saw Eddie’s username and then ‘sent a video’. You haven’t talked privately with him since Jonathan's. Why would he send you a video? You put down your glass of wine on the counter and opened the message to see he sent you a meme.

You snorted loudly when it was a compilation of screaming cats with screamo voices from metal bands. At the third cat you threw your head back in laughter and then another ding caught your attention, getting out of the video with a smile on your face, small giggles escaping you as you kept remembering the screams. 

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU”

That explains a lot. You snorted again as you double tapped the video to give it a like, to then reply back to him.

“I laughed so I forgive you 😆” 

“Oh, so does it mean we have the same sense of humor Peach?”

“Don’t get your hopes up Munson.” 

But the asshole was right, and the memes he sent to you made you laugh each time, and it came very apparent that you two did share the same sense of humor. You sent a few memes back to him, and then it was a back and forth thing, just memes being exchanged. 

So now, you were giggling after a full week of just sharing videos with Eddie as you stirred the onions on your pan to start preparing lunch. You had the wooden spoon on one hand, and the other was holding your phone as you looked at the new video Eddie sent you with the words ‘This was us.’ And it was a video of two corgis just barking at one another aggressively and non stop, one on the couch, the other on the floor.

Spot on.

“What are you laughing about?” You heard Billy ask as he walks into the room with just a pair of sweatpants on, drying his hair with the towel, shaking it all over his curls. You turned your head as you kept giggling, showing the video to him. 

“My friend sent me a funny video.” You say and the word friend sounds quite too much for someone like Eddie Munson, but it would be difficult to explain the relationship to Billy. Your boyfriend leans to see what you were showing to him only for him to tilt his head in confusion and then back at you.

“Why are they being that aggressive with each other?” Right, he doesn’t know the context of why you were laughing, so you put the phone away as you shook your head.

“It’s just funny to me.” You reply to him and in all honesty, Billy and you didn’t share the same sense of humor. He liked… dark humor. You weren’t going to deny that one joke here and there made you giggle or snort, but he liked heavy dark humor, and about topics that didn’t make you that comfortable, mostly about ho–

“Oh, you’re making pasta baby?” He asks with a smile to his face as his arms wrap around your waist from behind and you feel like melting under his touch, a smile spreading on your lips. 

“Yes I am.” You say proudly to him, and he nods as he puts his chin on your right shoulder as you keep steering the onions on the pan, waiting for them to turn into a golden color. 

“My friends loved you by the way.” Your breathing hitched slightly at that. You met his friends yesterday at one of their luxurious apartments, and it was just a few people, not that many, and you were happy to see Billy expressing himself with his friends and to see him in that new light. You were sort of relieved you had caused an impression on them…

Even if they didn’t cause one on you.

Billy’s friends were really narcissistic. Everytime you said something about your job, they always repeated the same thing: ‘You wouldn’t have it if we didn’t model’. 

You wanted to rip Tommy Hagan’s head off.

Then Heather Holloway kept pestering you about getting her a column in your magazine so she could get more deals with important brands and the worst part is that Billy didn’t acknowledge any of it. He didn’t see the problem of what his friends were saying to you, nor what they were asking for.

So you didn’t tell Billy how uncomfortable you were at that place, not that he actually asked you what you thought about his friends. It’s okay, your opinion didn’t matter really, they were his friends and he wasn’t going to change them for you. You didn’t want him to do that of course, and you wouldn’t ask for that in a million years because you just weren’t like that at all.

“Really? I’m glad.” You say with almost a bitter tone, hoping he wouldn’t catch it, but of course, you were wrong.

“You didn’t like my friends?” He asks you as he lifts his head from your shoulder and you sigh, shaking your head.

“It’s not that, I just now met them. Can’t really say I like them or dislike them.” You say to him without taking your eyes off the pan in front of you. You didn’t want to start an argument right now, and much less today when it was Billy’s turn to meet your friends. 

“Hmm…” He replies back and you clench your eyes knowing that he was already mad. This is another side Billy has. Whenever he is mad he simply shuts off and he is the one that decides when the argument or fight is over. 

“I told you yesterday that some comments made me uncomfortable. I don’t share their same humor, so it’s just a matter of getting used to it.” You cringe at your words because it was the last thing you wanted to do, but you needed Billy to be in a good mood today. You wanted him to be in a good mood. You heard him sigh as he pressed his chin against your shoulder again, making you sigh out of relief.

“Yeah, I know… They are a lot to take sometimes.” He chuckles at his words and you melt at his voice. You wiggle in his arms as you laugh from how his stubble is tickling the bare skin of your shoulder.

“C’mon, get me the tomato sauce and put water in a pot.” He laughs at you and lets go of your waist to follow your instructions but then you jump up with a gasp as a loud smack could be heard across the room. 

“Don’t order me.” He says to you in a hungry tone as he rubs your right ass cheek before walking towards the cupboards. You shake your head at him as you hear another ding of your phone going off. 

It must be another cat meme.

You were nervous.

Scratch that. Really nervous.

You didn’t know where else to clean to calm your nerves. These were your friends, they don’t care at all how everything looks, but you were just fidgety. What if Billy doesn’t like them? What if they don’t like Billy? What if there is an uncomfortable moment at one point? What if your friends don’t include him in conversations, or what if Billy starts a topic no one is interested in and–

“You okay?” Your boyfriend asks as he walks into the living room with a nice black flannel, his hair tied up into a small bun, freshly shaved but keeping his distinctive mustache on, and you were hit by his fragrance which already made you melt away in the matter of seconds. You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck to then dive your nose in the crook of your neck, making him chuckle as he held you close. “Needy?”

“Very much.” You pulled away to look at him. His blue eyes locked with your with a warm smile on his lips, and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“Now, why were you pacing around the room like a crazy person?” He asks you and you cannot help but bite your lip in embarrassment, sighing at your mind for being the bitch it was being right now.

“I just– I want you to like them and I want them to like you too, and, you’re the first boyfriend I introduce to them and I–” He cut off your rambling by placing a small peck on your lips and pulling away with a grin on his lips.

“Everything is going to be fine.” You take a deep breath at his words and you nod slowly at his reassurance. He takes a moment to look all over at you, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Though… I mean, we can always postpone…”

You rolled your eyes at him, giggling at his idea as you shoved him lightly by his shoulder. You were wearing a nice simple short black dress, thin straps over your shoulders and some low heels. It was a little formal for your friends, sure, but you felt like being an extravagant host today. You shake your head at your boyfriend who was still smirking at you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“No, they should be here at any–” The doorbell rings and you raise your eyebrows up in surprise, looking at the door and then back at Billy. “Minute.”

“Spooky.” Billy says with a roll of his eyes and you squint at him as you take a deep breath to walk towards the door. This is it. This is another barrier you will break with Billy. Another step that solidifies your relationship even more than before. Your hand grips the handle of the door and finally opens it to reveal five people smiling at you with drinks in their hands.

“Wassup amiga?” Argyle is the first one to greet you and you giggle at his excitement. You move aside to let everyone in, and you frown when you see Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin… No sign of Eddie.

It’s not like you invited everyone personally, one by one. You just sent an invitation to the chat group you're all in and he didn’t say either yes or no, but somehow you were expecting him to be here tonight. You closed the door once Robin finally walked in as she wiggled her eyebrows at you. You turned to find everyone introducing themselves to your boyfriend with big smiles on their faces. You sighed with relief as you walked over to them and stood next to Billy.

“So, Billy, are you taking care of our girl?” Steve asks and you send him a murderous stare. Out of them all, the one you were scared the most of making things awkward was Steve, and here he was, not even ten minutes in your home and he was already making stupid questions. Billy frowned as his cheerful face fell for a second to a more somber one.

“I am.” You frowned a bit at the change of Billy’s tone and Steve noticed it too, making him start to open his mouth again, only for Jonathan to interrupt him.

“Baby, don’t strangle the guy with questions already.” Billy’s ears perked up at Jonathan’s voice and looked in between him and Steve.

“Baby?” He asks and you jump up in realization, making Billy look at you in confusion.

“Right, Jonathan and Steve are going out with each other and…” You look at Robin, raising an eyebrow up in question, and she just looks at Nancy and wraps an arm around her shoulders, making the curly headed girl blush an intense red.

“And we are in the works of it!” Robin cheerfully says and you giggle at how Nancy acts around Robin. She is usually cool and even when she dated Jonathan in the past she always looked like she was the calm one while Jonathan always blushed in embarrassment. 

“Well, Robin and Nancy are in the works of going out.” You giggle and look back at Billy and your face fell as he looked at your four friends who were in their own world as they talked to each other with smiles on their faces.

There wasn’t a smile on your boyfriend’s face.

“I am a lone wolf.” Argyle was standing next to Billy with two beers in his hands and your boyfriend looked at the long haired man and then down at one of the drinks. He took a bottle and immediately took a long sip of it, making you frown with worry. Was he upset you didn’t tell him before about the relationships in your group? Maybe if he’d known he could have started some type of conversation first?

You ordered some pizza for everyone, except Billy who had prepared some salad for himself that afternoon. He didn’t want to eat flour two times in the same day. You understood that because he is a model after all, and he often does it when he is with you. You would eat a burger while he ate grilled chicken and veggies. Or you would eat fried chicken while he ate an omelet and a salad. 

“Don’t you want a slice?” Robin asks him again, just to make sure and Billy could only give her a small smile as he shook his head.

“No, I’m good.” 

“You can tell me to fuck off if you want, but don’t you have cheat days? Or–” Robin continues and you want her to shut up, you really did. At this point Billy hadn’t talked that much and just let everyone be and often listened to some conversations, so you just assumed he was mad at something that happened, or something you did.

“I don’t forbid myself from eating… It’s just that today we ate pasta for lunch, so that would already be my cheat meal of the day.” You didn’t want to think badly of your boyfriend, but the way he responded to your friend, almost annoyingly, had your skin crawling for some reason. Robin seemed to get the picture and gave you just one glance before going back to the pizza.

Your nerves start setting in as you realize that… your friends do not like Billy, not asking him any more questions or even including him in conversations… but your boyfriend doesn’t like your friends either, messing with his phone as you all shared stories about one another and he didn’t even ask questions about their jobs or how they all met each other, or anything to get to know them. 

You clenched your jaw and you excused yourself as you stood up and walked towards your coffee table to retrieve your cigarettes and lighter and go into your balcony, shutting the blind behind you. You didn’t know when the night went so wrong, you couldn’t pinpoint it, but the anger against Billy was slowly rising each second it passed. You didn’t like his friends at all, but still made small talk with each of them even if you cared shit about their life. You made the effort and he isn’t even trying. 

You lit a cigarette and took a long swig of it as you took your phone out of your dress pocket. You looked behind you to see Billy talking to Argyle, and it seems he is the only one that actually got a conversation out of your boyfriend. You shook your head and looked down at your phone again, and you sucked in your cheek as you went to Eddie’s direct messages with you.

YOU: Why didn’t you come?

You send the message as you blow the smoke out of your lungs. You look out into the city with a frown on your face, still trying to think of why everything went to shit. Your phone dinged after a minute and you looked at the screen to see Eddie messaging back.

EDDIE: Maybe you didn’t stroke it well.

You snorted at the answer and almost choked on the smoke. You shook your head at how immature he was and typed back to him.

YOU: What are you, ten?

EDDIE: Inches? Not even close.

“Oh for fuck sake.” You say out loud this time with a suppressed laughter. The fact that he was replying fast meant that he really wasn’t doing anything else, so the question popped up again and you typed it out to him. 

YOU: Why didn’t you come to my house?

EDDIE: Didn’t think you’d want me there.

You frowned at the answer until you remembered that you and Eddie only bonded a week ago after a year of going at each other's throats. And the fact that you only bonded through memes made the friendship even thinner. You licked your lips as you took another swig of your cigarette and you sighed as you typed your answer.

YOU: Well, glad you didn’t, it’s a shit show.

EDDIE: What do you mean?

YOU: They don’t like him, he doesn’t like them.

You were becoming teary eyed each word you typed out and you took a deep breath in to keep the tears in, and another drag of the cigarette went into your lungs.

EDDIE: Seriously?

YOU: Yep. I don’t know why, but fuck, I hate that he is not doing the same thing I did for him.

EDDIE: Explain?

YOU: His friends suck Eddie. They are fucking stupid, and the most insufferable people ever, but I at least made conversation with them, not show my distaste in their faces.

It felt good to let all of that anger out, even if it were to Eddie, but somehow it felt right. You turned to see what was going on inside, and you could see Billy talking with Jonathan now. You could only guess that Jonathan was doing his best to include Billy into the group, but from your boyfriend’s face you could see that it wasn’t working.

EDDIE: Sorry sweetheart, but your boyfriend sounds like a dick.

YOU: He isn’t. I don’t know why he is acting this way.

EDDIE: Maybe talk to him afterwards? See what his problem was or is?

You sigh at his response and you were already planning on doing that, but you would have to wait until everyone is out of your home to do so and your anxiety was eating at you to know what was going on in your boyfriend’s head. 

YOU: Was planning on doing that. I know the rest don't like him because he is being unlikable right now.

EDDIE: Damn, if I were there I would make his night a living hell, just talk his ear non stop. 😝

You snorted at that knowing Eddie would definitely bug the shit out of Billy if he were here. You sighed, wishing that Eddie had actually come and were doing exactly that and maybe, just maybe, the tension wouldn’t be as thick as it is now. 

YOU: Sorry for ranting out to you.

You bit your lip at your message. You really didn’t expect to go into Eddie’s messages to actually talk to him about your feelings right now, but for some reason you felt he was the one you had to talk to at the moment, someone who wasn’t in the scene that was happening inside your home. 

EDDIE: It’s alright, I don't mind it.

You took the last puff out of your cigarette as you put it out in an ashtray that was on the little table in your balcony. You gulped as you looked at your screen, fingers hovering over the letters. Would it be too much? Would it be too forward? Well, he was the one that followed you first last time, so might as well have the same amount of balls that he had.

YOU: Okay, but I prefer phone messaging rather than instagram DMs.

EDDIE: Is this your way of asking for my number?

YOU: Is it working? 👀

You wondered what Eddie’s face was behind his screen, your heart racing a little in nervousness, feeling as if you were overstepping this new relationship you two had, but the message you received made you smile again.

EDDIE: Surprisingly, yeah

You were washing the last bit of dishes as you heard Billy tidying up the room, putting the chairs back in place as well as the couch and throwing away the pizza boxes. He hasn’t talked to you since everyone left ten minutes ago. You put the last glass on the drying mat and then dried your hands with a kitchen towel. You turned around to see Billy turning off the TV and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What happened?” You asked him and he looked at you with that same blank look he had all night.

“What do you mean?” 

“You… You didn’t even try to socialize with my friends, and whenever they did try to talk to you, you replied in the most… disgusting of ways.” You replied to him and he sighed, shaking his head at you.

“I didn’t sound like that.” And you rolled your eyes at him, which made him frown at you.

“It did. You acted like a jerk all night! I didn’t like your friends either, but I at least tried to get to know them!” He scoffed at your response and paced around the living room as he kept shaking his head. 

“So? We have different ways of acting towards people we don’t like.” What? 

“You disliked them from the first moment you saw them! I at least got to know them first! How do you dislike someone without knowing about them?” You knew your voice was elevating itself, gradually, and Billy wasn’t talking in his same low tone either.

“Oh for the love of– I don’t care what you did with my friends. I don’t have to act the same way you do.” This was the first ever big fight you had with Billy, and you weren’t liking where it was going at all. Your heart was breaking slowly as you stared at him.

“Then… If I don’t like your friends, but I do try to keep it civil… And you don’t like mine but you don’t even put a single ounce of effort… Then what’s the point Billy?”

At that, Billy finally stopped his pacing and turned to face you. He inspects your face and his shoulders relax when he sees a tear rolling down your face and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He didn’t want to lose you, not because of this. He sighed and started to slowly walk towards you.

“You’re right. I should have… tried a little harder.” He almost winced at his words, but he really didn’t want to leave you because you were the best thing that has happened to him in a while, and if he had to make a small sacrifice to keep you, then he would. “I just, didn’t feel connected to them so I–” 

“It’s no excuse… I didn’t feel connected with your friends either, but you didn’t see me grimacing at every single thing they said!” You yell out and he clenched his eyes in frustration, giving a nod towards you and you felt your heart racing and something deep in your gut was telling you something was wrong. Something isn't adding up but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“You’re right, you’re right, you’re right… I promise I will make the effort next time…” He tries to tell you and you are listening to him but the tears were filling your eyes as you remembered how badly he treated your friends. You cover your face with your hands, and all you could think about was that it felt too good to be true. Billy was too good to be true. Something had to happen for this happiness to shatter into pieces sooner or later. 

He came rushing to your side, getting hold of your cheeks into his hands, trying to lift your head up in order to look at your teary eyes, his heart breaking a little bit more because he was the reason for them. He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

“B-Billy…”

“I promise, I will do better… I don’t want to see you get hurt, so I will get my stupid personality a kick in the ass for you.” You couldn’t help but giggle into his chest as he talked, a smile breaking on his lips at the sound. He pulled away from the hug but kept you close with his arms still around you. “Seriously though… I’m sorry, and I will apologize to your friends as well.”

“Oh…” Your heart melted at that. You didn’t really expect him to apologize to your friends, but here he was, offering it completely. You smiled up at him and got on the tip of your toes to land a soft kiss on his lips, in which he smiled into. “I would like that… Thank you…”

“Anything for you sweetness… Anything.”

And he really meant anything.

The next time he met your friends he apologized to every single one of them, telling them he didn’t have a good day, which was a lie, but he just didn’t want to upset them. Argyle immediately wrapped an arm around Billy to cheer with him as he started telling him about everyone and how they met. 

You were really grateful to have Argyle in your group.

You knew he didn’t like Billy either even though he was the most talkative with him, but it didn’t mean he was pleased with the way he treated your friends and how he treated you. Argyle now was the one that is trying to mend the group back like a bandaid, and it is slowly working as Billy listens intently to each of your friends. He was surprised to know that Jonathan had dated Nancy before Steve, and now Nancy is dating, or going out, with Robin. 

He also found out that there is a missing friend in the group. A friend you’ve been talking to for the past week through messages. 

After the successful night with Billy and your friends, you were headed towards the mall to actually get some new foundation and maybe a new mascara as well. But of course, everything couldn’t go to plan because your lovely car had started making a really weird noise. You were afraid of driving any further and you wanted to at least leave the car at a mechanic’s so that you wouldn’t have to wait for a tow. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and you shrieked when smoke started coming out from the side of the front of your car. Your eyes widened when you spotted a mechanic’s shop in the corner of the street and you were begging your car wouldn’t explode as you rode it towards the entrance of the shop. When you killed the engine, the car made a ‘poof’ sound and you got out of it to go to the front. 

You winced when you still saw some smoke going up and you knew you would burn your hand if you pulled the hood up without a glove. You turned and saw the Shop’s name, making you scoff at your luck.

‘Munson’s.’

“Just my luck.” You say and you walk over to the door and stare at the doorbell but then you see the garage’s door slightly open and you look around to check if there was anybody outside. You slowly walked over to it and pulled the door open, stepping inside the modest shop. There were car parts hanging on the sides, a car in the middle with the hole at the bottom to fix it, cranes. 

You made an approval nod to all of it as you scanned the room, actually impressed by Eddie’s shop. You didn’t think it was like this at all. You believed it was a shop in the middle of the dirt with the walls made of cheap steel and wood. But you were met with concrete, cement floors, the appropriate emergency fire extinguishers and the exit signs beaming in red. 

“Hello?” You muttered, but heard no response at all. If the door was open, someone must be in here, right? You stop in your tracks. What if there was a robber? What if you just walked into a burglar breaking in? Oh, fuck, shit! You turn on your heel to make a run for it only for a deep voice to stop you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

Your eyes widen, stopping you completely from bolting away and you turn around to find Eddie, leaning against the doorway of an office, arms crossed and… his eyes are red. Glossy even. Had he been crying? Did something happen to him? 

“I uh– My car… It just�� poof?” You were at a loss of words, completely. He blinked at you a few times, shaking his head in confusion. 

“Poof?”

“Poof.” He stands there, mouth agape as he stares at you. Were you serious right now? 

“Okay, rewind a bit with me–”

“Have you been crying?” You ask out of nowhere and he stills again. He licks his lip as he looks away, clearing his throat.

“Is your car outside?” His low voice made you take a step back and realize the boundaries you still had with one another. You look down at the floor in shame, your stomach turning a bit.

“Y-Yeah… I managed to drive it here… Smoke came out.” You say in a small voice and Eddie looked at you again, sighing and heading over to his table to put on some gloves. He then grabbed a tool box and walked out of the garage, you following right behind him. You didn’t know how to interact with Eddie in person. It was different from talking on DMs or text messages, and him giving you a cold shoulder was not helping your nerves.

He popped the hood of your car and he coughed as black smoke came out, fanning all around and you stepped back, covering your face with your arm in order to not inhale any of that smoke. Just what the fuck happened to your car?

“I realize now what you meant by ‘Poof’.” He says with a chuckle and a cough, and you almost sigh of relief as he breaks the ice for the both of you. You walk over to him, still covering your mouth and nose with your hand.

“Yeah, it was making a weird sound and it suddenly, literally, did Poof and then it exploded as I put the brake here.” You try to explain the best you can but you’ve never seen anything like this happen to your car before. He tilts his head and leans forward to check on something.

“Who put in this battery for you?”

“Uh– I think Rick’s–”

“It’s a rigged battery.” Your mouth falls open as you look down at it and back at Eddie.

“What do you mean?”

“He sold you, what he claimed to be, a brand new battery from a known supplier most likely… This is just… a cheap off brand battery.” He finishes and you stand there shocked, looking at him. You were scammed!? What the actual hell!? Fury engulfs you as you curse at the sky.

“Jesus fucking christ!” At your curse, Eddie chuckles and you couldn’t help but sigh. You hadn’t slept that well and now you couldn’t get the foundation you needed at all and the beers you were going to drink to relax at home by yourself.

“I just know Rick. He rips people off.” 

“This was the last thing I needed today.” You scratch your forehead in frustration as you look at your car. “Did it break anything else?” Eddie leans forward and puts his hand in to start checking the rest of your car carefully, and he hums in approval.

“No, thankfully. Just the battery exploding, but the cables might be busted as well.” You groan to the sky and you lean back onto the wall of his shop while looking at your busted car. You cursed at nothing because your pay might have to go all the way into the car now, fucking amazing.

“Great… I just wanted to go get some foundation, maybe a purse, go home, have some wine and relax in my solitude and now.” You finish by banging the back of your head on the wall in complete defeat. Eddie took off his gloves, inspecting you, and then sighed.

“I may not have wine, but I do have some beers inside.” Your eyes almost widened. This would be your first private gathering thing with Eddie. Alone. Just like you sometimes do with Steve, or with Robin. But you were tired, not wanting to overthink it, so you simply nodded at him. He guided you both back into the shop and then into his kitchen area for him and his workers. You looked at the nice fridge, the microwave, the coffee pot, the utensils… Eddie had everything for his colleagues.

“Wow… I didn’t think it would look like this.” You see Eddie opening the fridge with a frown to his face as he takes two beers out, closing the door and looking at you.

“I take offense to that. Did you think my shop was trash or something?” He asks and you shrug, taking the beer out of his hand and you couldn’t help but smirk at him.

“Maybe.” He only shook his head at you, opening his can and taking a sip out of it. He walks out of the kitchen area and then heads up on some stairs you didn’t see before. You frown in confusion until you reach another door on the second floor, and he opens it up to reveal his office, where all the archives of his clients are, a desk in the middle, computer atop of it, and it was all decorated with posters and car parts. “Holy fuck…”

Eddie looked at you and he almost spat his beer as he saw the amazed yet confused expression on your face. You really thought his shop was just a garage with some tools. He also thought it was like that, until inspections came up and he had to start upgrading everything with a kitchen, emergency exits, fire extinguishers, first aid kid, and even having CPR lessons for him and his workers.

“I take that, once more, as an offense.” He walks over towards his desk, grabbing onto his chair and pulling it at front with the other one he has. You were still amazed, looking around as you slowly sat down on the chair, absentmindedly taking another sip of your beer. He scoffed at your reaction and sat down in front of you with a huff.

“Well, this is a… huge surprise to me.” Your eyes go back to look at him and he shakes his head as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Took a while, but I got it right.” You nodded in acknowledgment and looked down at your hands as you kept drinking your beer. Eddie could see there was something in your mind, he could sense it even. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just– You didn’t come last night either.” You looked up at him, and he was frowning at you in doubt.

“I… something came up.” He softly says and you noticed the twitch of his eyebrows and he hid it by taking a long sip of his beer. What was going on in his head?

“Well… Yesterday went smoother… Billy talked with everyone, gladly…” You inform him in a cheery tone and his eyes meet yours, a small tug of his lips on the side.

“Told you he would make things right.” 

After that night where you DM’d Eddie about the situation with your group and your boyfriend, your conversations escalated to private messages. You were looking for advice on how to make the night go smoother, and how could you know if Billy actually liked your friends or was faking it.

He explained to you that no man would fake something like that. If his dislike is apparent, he would have made it known by now since he got to know them a second time. Billy got to his senses of his bad behavior and he redeemed himself and asked for forgiveness to your friends instead of you, and that says a lot. 

“Yeah… I just hope that it’s real.” Eddie can still sense the doubt in yourself, in your boyfriend. He doesn’t have any advice for that, other than she should just trust Billy. 

“I bet it is, but you can’t expect them to become besties who talk about their dicks in just one night.” Your eyes widen at that and you look at him who had a smirk on his face, waiting for your response.

“I bet you would make it your job to make him uncomfortable if you ask something like that.” You giggle at him and he chuckles, giving you a nod. This interaction didn’t feel strange at all. It felt natural, funny, as if you were talking to a long lost friend that you never lost the trust in. 

“Of course! That’s why I can’t wait to meet him next time we all get together.” Your excitement grew at that. He was formally accepting the next invitation you give him to meet your boyfriend. You smiled at him and took a sip of your beer. His eyes locked with yours for a second and he shifted in his seat as he took another sip himself. Your smile faded and you inspected his face as he looked at the top of his can. Your curiosity was winning the best part of you, and you bit your lip, hoping that you wouldn’t go over the line.

“Why were you crying?”

Eddie’s breathing stopped at your words. For some unknown reason, he felt his chest start to put pressure on his lungs, his throat closing in as his guts turned with anxiety. He gulped the lump in his throat but he could already feel his eyes burning. Why were his walls crumbling so easily with you? It shouldn’t be this easy. It shouldn’t happen this quickly, not after the whole year of despising each other's guts thing. 

“I don’t…” And you realize that you may have stepped on a line that you don’t have the right to, at least not yet. This is a territory maybe Steve can go into, but not you. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask something like that–”

“It’s my Uncle.” 

You freeze at that and you keep your eyes on his face as he keeps looking at the top of his opened hand. His uncle… it couldn’t be… He talked about his uncle two weeks ago, how could it be possible?

“What… happened?” You were afraid of asking, really afraid, but you didn’t want to assume the worst.

“He had a stroke yesterday. That’s why I couldn’t go to Robin’s.” He finishes saying and you can see him clutching onto his can. Your heart beats in pain for him, not knowing you feel this way with him, but maybe you two were meant to have this friendship all along, and that’s why it’s natural, that’s why you felt his pain, and his sorrow at this very moment.

“Eddie… I’m so sorry…” You raised a trembling hand up towards his which was resting on top of the desk that was next to you both. He flinched slightly at your touch and you almost drew back from him, but you were surprised when he gently got hold of your fingers with his. 

A year ago you would have never guessed this is where you would be standing with Eddie Munson today. Never imagined you would be holding his hand, tenderly, in order to console him as you see his eyes fill with tears, threatening to spill out.

“He is fine… I just had to drive to Hawkins to sign some papers… But…” He winced at how weak he is feeling. He didn’t intend to break down in front of you, hell, he never intended for it to happen ever in this lifetime. He feels your fingers holding his even tighter, and the first tear slips out of his eye. “God, I am just… not ready to face it all alone.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You always saw Eddie as this strong, big and intimidating man… but now you realize he is the same as everyone else. He can cry, he can be afraid, he can do good, as well as bad… Your heart sank at his words, and you shook your head at him.

“No… No, you aren’t alone.” You try to talk to him but he simply shook his head and his eyes locked with yours. Brown eyes, filled with water, showing you a pool of sadness behind them.

“He is the only family I have… There’s no one else.” He saw how your eyes became watery as well, and he sighed as he tried to swallow another hard lump down his throat. You exhaled a shaky breath, putting your can on top of the desk so you could grab his free hand with both hands in order for him to pay attention to you.

“You are not alone… You have more family. Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Argyle…” You didn’t dare to say your name. You don't really think that you deserve to be in that spectrum of Eddie’s life, even if he is telling you about it. “And they are all going to be there for you, no matter what.”

Eddie kept looking at you, frowning in his eyebrows, and your eyes were still locked with his. He felt fire in his hand at your hold, but it was something warm, something inviting. He felt safe with you. That’s why he could be vulnerable right now, that’s why he would let the walls fall down. He didn’t care anymore that they did, and he wasn’t going to question it either. 

“You know what Wayne asked me when he could talk to me again?” He suddenly says and you tilt your head.

“What?”

“That I put my shirt on backwards.” Your eyes widened at him and he suddenly snorted, wiping his tears away. “I was in such a hurry that I put my shirt on backwards. I didn’t even put socks on and I mismatched my shoes as well.”

You couldn’t help but let out a snort of your own at the image that came to your head. He started laughing alongside you, feeling his chest slowly decompress from the anxiety and pain he was feeling from yesterday, remembering that small moment with his uncle, that even in his worst state, he still manages to rile Eddie up in some way to show him that he is still kicking.

“Well, he does seem like he still has many other things to say to you.” You smile up at him and he just stares at you in amazement. Is this what platonic soulmates were like? Like Robin and Steve? He stared a bit at your face and then down at his hand which was still being held by yours. You followed his gaze and a deep blush spread on your cheeks as you pulled away and got hold of your beer can again.

“Um…” He cleared his throat. “I have batteries here, and the cables. I can probably have it fixed by tomorrow.” 

“Huh?”

“Your car that went poof.” He chuckles at the word and you bite your bottom lip to hold in a smile. 

“Thank you. You don’t have to do that on a weekend, really.” 

“I just guessed you needed it for work on monday.” Your heart definitely thumped at that. You looked up into his eyes and he was gazing at you with a look you couldn’t quite describe, but it wasn’t uninviting, or evil at all. It was kind and understanding.

“I– Yeah… thank you.” You reply to him and he gives you a nod, taking a long sip of his beer can and putting it on the desk. 

“I’ll tell you how much it is later. I’ll text you, alright?” You quickly nod at him, finishing your own beer and placing it next to his can on the desk. You stand up from the chair and he does the same but gets hold of your shoulder to stop you from walking.

“Huh–”

“You didn’t say your name.” You blinked at his words in complete confusion. He sighed at you and continued. “When you mentioned everyone else, you didn’t include yourself.”

Oh… 

“W-Well… I didn’t think it was my place yet… to include myself in there.” You humbly say to him and he understands your doubts but–

“Well, we’re friends now… right?” Your heart stopped at that and an immense happiness rushed through your body. You didn’t think you would be this delighted to be his friend, but here you are, almost jumping up and down at the new category you have in his life.

“Yeah…” He just kept looking down at you, a soft smile on his face and you felt your knees buckling a little bit at his brown eyes. You cleared your throat and decided to change the mood. “Do friends get discounts?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he chuckles, pushing you away by the shoulder he was holding.

“So you’re becoming my friend to get benefits from me?” 

“And beer, don’t forget the beer.”

End of Chapter 12

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[dross-the-fish]

Colorized Hyde paced around the makeshift lab, wondering how Adam Frankenstein had assembled such a busy workshop without the aid of an assistant.  “Does Dr Watson know you have all this?” he asked, peering at an assortment of organs in flasks.

Adam shook his head, “He does not and I'd be grateful if you didn't reveal my secrets. I like Dr Watson and I know he won’t approve of my work,” he strode over to a large vat filled with liquid in the middle of the room, "If we bring Miss Morris back he may forgive me, if not I'll simply defy him. I accept no masters and though I owe him much he will not command me in this," he pulled a lever and sparks of electricity crackled down the wires connecting to the vat, charging the liquid. He waited a full minute, counting the seconds before he shut off the power.

Hyde nodded, he saw no reason to do Watson any favors or derail Frankenstein's projects so he found himself agreeable "Mum's the word, old chap, I don't see any reason why he should be in the loop,” He tapped the vat with his cane. "What's in here,"

"A compound of chemicals Victor used to submerge me in while he ran the current through my body. This, "Adam made a sweeping gesture over the vat, "Is the elixir that rejuvenates the dead cells and primes them for the electricity to do its work. it took me forever to figure out how to make it but thanks to Dr Watson granting me access to all of his medical tomes my methods may surpass even that of my maker’s," his even white teeth flashed sharply against the harshness of his black lips in a gruesome, self-satisfied grin. He imagined Victor would have been horrified to see his creation carrying on his work, but Adam had not time for guilt or self-reflection now, a life hung in the balance, waiting to be plucked back from the grave and restored.

He was almost giddy with anticipation. He had not disclosed to Hyde that the consciousness that awakened might not be that of their companion. He himself had no memories of a time before his birth and there was just as much likelihood that she too would return as a blank slate. That was not ideal, he admitted, but he could not think such a thing to be a total loss. To have another like himself would be adequate consolation for the loss of Ms Morris. Whatever was brought back, Adam swore to himself that he would not turn his back on his creation. He would do better by his progeny than his own father. Of that he was certain.

"You've resurrected people before?" Hyde's voice intruded as the small man wandered across the lab peering at the glimmering, viscous, liquids that funneled into the vat with interest.

"Not people, but I've brought back several frogs, two cats and a dog," said Adam, "It works and I think perhaps better for my access to the advancement in medicine since my makers time,” He turned to Hyde, "Now, before we begin, did you get the heart?"

Hyde drew a jar from his coat, a perfectly preserved human heart sealed within. Adam nodded in satisfaction, "Excellent, I'm not going to ask where you got it, frankly I do not care so long as it is in good condition and fresh."

"Oh it's fresh alright, and in excellent condition, I tested the donor's constitution myself before the harvest," Hyde chortled as he handed the jar over.

"Mmm, let's not tell Miss Morris that when we bring her back. I don't know how she'd take to finding out you killed someone to get a new heart for her," Adam pursed his lips, he was not legitimately displeased as fresher parts guaranteed a higher chance of success. He looked down at Hyde curiosity scrawled across his features, "Why are you so keen on helping me with this? I know you don't like Watson but this can't all be spite."

"It isn't," Hyde confirmed, "I am genuinely curious to see if this works. I am a scientist at heart after all. More to the point, I liked Miss Morris, she was the only one in our group who doesn't have a stick up her arse and she was good at cards. Besides if I’m stuck with no one but you, Watson and that sanctimonious little shit Harker then I’m going to make damn sure that you’re all as miserable with my company as I am yours. “

"You are, perhaps, the most hateful creature I have ever met...and I am myself, a vile devil," Adam remarked passively as he laid Selma's body on the table and handed Edward the scalpel, "This is your job. I could possibly do it but, I believe, you are an actual doctor and you have the learning and the experience that I lack. I trust you can transplant the heart?"

Edward frowned, "I can, though the task requires a certain level of detachment and patience. That was always Jekyll’s domain…I’ll do my best.”

Adam readied the apparatus that would bring Selma Morris back to life while Edward prepped himself for surgery. As he was washing his hands a small trickle of fear ran down his spine. Could he really do this? It was one thing to patch a small wound but a major surgery, even on a cadaver, required attentiveness and delicacy, those traits did not come easily to him without Henry’s temperance. His head swam, what if he made a mistake? What if he botched it up and they really lost her forever? He felt suddenly nauseous as he picked up the scalpel and prepared to make the first incision.  As the blade hovered over the corpse’s chest he froze, paralyzed by an overwhelming uncertainty. His anxiety built to a point that he found himself fighting the urge to slash into the body and start hacking away. Smash the lab, destroy it all and rip everything apart then burn it to the ground as long as he didn’t have to face the risk of failure.

Did he really want that? He didn’t know…that was the rub of it. Indecision held him pinned and he could feel his control begin to slip.

"Give me the scalpel, Edward," a calm voice in the back of his mind said firmly just as he was about to plunge the instrument into the dead woman’s chest, "you're too shaken up. Let me take over,"

"I'm not letting you out Henry, you tried to kill us and I haven't forgiven you! I know as soon as you're free you'll try to lock me away again!"

"No Edward, I won't. I'll transplant the heart and then I'll let you have control again. I give you my word."

"You mean that now but I know once you're out you'll be tempted! You’ll feel all of those things again that I keep at bay! Shame and sorrow will eat us if I let us be you again! We’ll want to die and we can't resist temptation no matter which of us we are!"

"Isn't Miss Morris worth the risk? I liked her too Edward. If she can be brought back then shouldn’t we try? Listen to me Edward, we don’t want to fail. We want to give this its best chance, let me have the scalpel."

Hyde resisted only briefly before he shuddered, closed his eyes and retreated. Jekyll took a moment to get his bearings, nod at Adam, who was staring at him in confusion, and then swiftly, cleanly, he made the first incision. .....

My players accidentally got an NPC killed and begged me to bring her back. This scene was the result.

#crossover Au #Frankesntein #Jekyll and Hyde #Adam Frankenstein #Edward Hyde #Henry Jekyll

[ikkosu]

THE CAT-INATOR

summary : Brainstorm accidentally blasts you with a ray gun and now you've got cat ears, a tail and feline embedded mannerisms. Perceptor is at lost for words.

warnings : fluff. short lil drabble (?)

You glare at the mirror. A clear visage of your narrowed eyes, crinkled nose and upturned cat ears greets back despite your surreal belief in it's plausibility. Oh, right. You've got fangs. Cute dainty little fangs. Good for biting. God, how can a simple jog pass the laboratory led to this unexpected outcome?

Yet again, predictability is not the lab's strongest vice.

"Brainstorm." Perceptor wasn't even mad.

He stood before the source of his misery, a servo clamped, kneading his face. They're both regarding their subject on the desk,who's busy pawing the mirror like you're trying to claw out your tail from that angle.

"I can't begin to imagine how you're able to...to....do precisely what you did right now. Look at her. Just look. What have you done?"

Brainstorm doesn't know what to say, and while he did turn his, ah, little human friend into a domestic pet, he settled on (with caution, Perceptor's under-optics are twitching again. Not a good sign). "Well, you see. I was a bit curious. A smidgen, tad curious—

"Of course. The lovely appeal of generic curiosity. It's only now, you're curious? First it was that bomb you insisted on bringing along our travels—"

Here we go again

"— and now, how you even manage to build such a ray gun is beyond my understanding of your capabilities."

"Hear me out! You see molecules? On a surface level they're intact, right? so what if I delved deeper and altered their existing entity to change them into—"

"A domesticated cat of all things?!" Youre now pawing at Barinstorm’s wings, about to make a grab for the edge if it weren’t for his servos clamping on your waist and hauling you onto his lap. His digit finds the underside of your jaw, tickling the spot as he coos at you. Preceptor grimaces at the display. He’s really not bothered one bit. If anything, the chaotic scientist seemed to be enjoying this new turn of event, yellow optics crinkled with delight, punctuated by his next remark.

"Hey, c'mon Percy. It's not so bad is it, eh?" You let out an involuntary purr when Brainstorm's servos skims over your head, scratching your hair. “It’s a new discovery! Can you imagine how our expeditions, missions, or whatever you call them, would proceed if advanced by this sort of cloaking technology? Disguise but call it authentic!” He gives your nose a little tap. You mewl, scrunching your face.

"You turned her into a feline cat and the ray is damaged! That's the problem, brainstorm. Is she even human anymore? I— forget it. From now on, I am no longer enforcing you to look after the liaison. In fact, i’ll—“

When Perceptor marches close to scrutinize your new 'change' in appearance you jump from Brainstorm’s lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, curl yourself under his neck and purred. Perceptor visiby sags.He can't deny the endearing pulse in his spark. He finds himself faltering and he groans in disbelief at that fact.

"Oh for Primus sake."

#perceptor x reader #brainstorm x reader #transformers idw #idw #perceptor #brainstorm #maccadam #transformers x reader #fluff

[jinxedmuse]

고갤 들어 헤매다 꽃은 피어

🌒 purple rose — yoon jeonghan 윤정한

🎵 all night - beyoncé, bartender - lana del rey, kiss me - cassie, fantasize- ariana grande, girls need love (w/ drake) - summer wlkr, so anxious - ginuwine, like i need u - keshi, tumblr girls - geazy, next to you - bryson tiller, 7 exp ver - jk

in which: you find out that your cranky boss at your bartending job turns out to be quite the mischievous co-host of an exclusive bdsm club. not wanting to back down, you try to ignore this new found info when at work. but once blurred lines are already crossed, can they really be forgotten?

authors note: hiiii! im kinda proud of this:?/! (spoiler i hate this rn) this is part 1 of 2. started writing this 4 days ago after watching thing 1 & thing 2 & developing a filthy jh brain rot >< not proof read (clearly , ew) but enjoy plz & ty :,)!!

warnings: fem biology, v frequent cursing, absolute filthy smut (bdsm including but not limited to: degradation/praise, oral/cunnilings, raw sex,consented force, restricting toys, & etc) angst (?), alcohol, use of mj, pet names; princess, darling, slut

tags: 25 y/o bartender!reader x 27 y/o boss!jeonghan — boss/subordinate to fuck buddies to lovers (?)

friday 5:48pm kst

you exit the employee break room after hearing some frustrated curses and grunts. to no surprise, you see your boss yoon jeonghan, struggling with something up front.

you approach him cautiously, “you okay boss?” once you’re by him, you see clearly what he’s struggling with; the tap handle.

shit.

you were supposed to tell him about that problem like an hour earlier.

“no. it’s this stupid fucking lever that won’t go down and when i try-“ you listen to his complaints silently, biting your bottom lip. a habit you’ve formed whenever you get anxious.

he realizes how quiet you suddenly got and he pauses, looking at you with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“why do you look like you know this already?”

fuck fuck fuck.

you let out a stale laugh, jokingly slapping his back. “haha what? no way, is that the tap handle? yeah so about that, i meant to tell you earlier but i forgot because i was busy with the..?”

the? the? the absolutely nothing. the truth is you forgot all about the stupid, useless lever as soon as your boss walked into work. his sleeves rolled up, his first two buttons unbuttoned and his semi-long hair pulled into a ponytail.

he takes a step back from you, putting his face in his hands and taking a deep breath. he drops his hands, putting one into his pocket and taking his other hand and poking your shoulder back with every few words he said up until you were completely back up unto the wall behind you.

“the first thing i asked you when i walked in here, was if there was something i needed to know. cat got your tongue staring at me or what?”

your head hit the wall slightly. not enough to hurt but enough to make your breath hitch. you were starting to get aggravated with the demeaning tone he constantly had with you.

you muster up your best apology, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

“i really am sorry. won’t let it happen again boss.”

he lets out a sardonic laughter before completely turning his back to you and garnering attention from the rest of the team.

“when i ask you if there’s something i need to know, you tell me immediately. not less than an hour before opening, yeah?” he says clearly and sternly. eyes going cold for a moment.

they all nod their head in compliance, looking at you from the corner of their eye. some out of pity and some annoyance.

almost as soon as it was there, his mild scowl left. replaced with his notorious, easygoing smile. he claps his hand before looking at his watch. “great. everybody take positions, we open in 10 minutes.”

saturday 12:39 am kst

“i’m seriously, seriously, so fucking over him. as soon as i rack up enough money for a new apartment elsewhere, i’m quitting this job,” you say with a huff, falling back into your reclinable chair.

your best friend, hae won had picked you up from work after your 8-hour shift and brought you home. you both were currently on your patio as she let you vent your heart out into the night.

she lays out a blanket over you and goes to sit down across from you. “babe, you say that after every shift.”

you set down your drink in exasperation. “you don’t know what he’s like. he’s so fucking passive-aggressive- scratch that, just aggressive. only towards me!” you complain while flailing your arms.

she looks at you, amused by your expressive way of telling stories and the reactions that match them.

“and you think he’s singling you out?” she asks raising an eyebrow.

“he might as well be! dude, i fuck up once in a while and it’s like i’m begging on my knees to keep my job, meanwhile that jisoo guy- which i’m sure they’re friends by the way, could sleep on the job and he’d probably get a raise. it’s like they’re evil twins!”

hae won lets out a sympathetic laugh before speaking. “hm i would’ve never thought he was like that. he’s hot. like, beautifully hot. especially when he has his long hair?”

she lets out a cat call-like whistle into the air and you both erupt in laughter.

“i mean, i guess he is,” you say as y’all simmer down, agreeing with her comment. to deny it would be a blatant lie. if there’s one thing yoon jeonghan, it was beautiful.

his hair is always perfectly styled. he had these intense eyes when he was focused on working. he’d roll up his sleeves and sometimes stand behind you, instructing you how to work something with a low voice.

she interrupts you out of your thoughts, eyes scheming with a look that says she has a plan.

“you know what you need?” she asks getting closer to the table. you look up at her desperately. eager to hear what it is she has to say this time.

“to get laid. like some mind-blowing sex that distracts you from all this work bullshit.” she deadpans.

you let out a stale laugh, not taking her seriously. “right, and where am i gonna find the time for that? and don’t say a dating app because i’m cursed with those things.”

her face remains serious, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

“wanna know a secret?” she asks while scooting her chair closer to yours. you lean into her, slightly curious at what random, outrageous plan she is cooking up.

“i have a club i go to,” she says simply. you back up & look at her perplexed; was this the big secret that she was supposedly hiding?

you pick up your beer, taking a sip. the cool foam hitting the back of your throat before the actual drink does. “what club? did a new one open in Hongdae?”

she takes a sip from her can, a non-alcoholic beer, while slightly shaking her head. “no, not that type of club. they’re having an event this weekend, come with me on sunday?”

now you’re skeptical, had your best friend been lured into something? “this better not be some cult shit, i already deal with enough of those recruiters on the way to work.”

hae won loosens up now, returning to her playful nature and laughing at your claim. “it’s not. i promise, i’ve been there before.”

you thought this through for like half a second. you had work on monday but so what? you haven’t made an impulsive decision in a while.

“alright, why not.”

hae won claps in excitement, eyes practically beaming with delight. she had finally roped you into her plan.

she finishes up her drink and starts getting up while speaking.

“good! wear all black, doesn’t matter what and make sure it’s ‘accessible’ if you know what i mean.”

grabbing her coat and purse, she winked and left. heading home for the night.

sunday 10:15pm kst

your rush up to your best friend's car while pulling down your mini-trimmed black skirt. it had paired up well with an off-the-shoulder, see-through, black button-up shirt that you were wearing with no bra.

you had decided against safety shorts after thinking about it for like 5 minutes in front of your mirror before just saying fuck it.

a big regret.

“get in, we’re already kinda late.”

you get into the car, close the door, and start zipping up your black, knee-high, faux leather boots. “well hello to you too, princess” you say jokingly.

she was wearing almost the same thing as you but instead of a top and skirt combo, she had opted for a sheer, slightly see-through, button-up mini-black dress with thigh-high boots.

“oh and put this on once we reach” she hands you what seemed like a masquerade mask. it had a gold band with cute gold fringes and small cat-like ears at its peak.

that didn’t stop you from being completely thrown off guard though. “dude what type of fucking club is this?”

she puts a finger on her lips before starting the engine and pulling out of the lot. “shh just trust me, this shit is gonna rock your mind”

10:28 pm kst

when you finally arrived at the destination, you looked through the car window and your mouth immediately dropped.

undoing your seatbelt, you got out of the car with your best friend who was taking quick and hasty steps towards the front door.

you follow her and find yourself standing in front of the giant double doors, practically in a state of shock. “why are we at a mansion right now?” you ask while trying not to freak.

hae won looks at you, smiling before pulling her mask up to her face and ringing the doorbell once and then knocking on the door twice. “nice, right?”

“yeah but where is the club? you know what—fuck this, i’m out” you start walking away but your best friend tugs you back and quickly hands you your mask once more.

you give her a stern look but the door starts unlocking and you find yourself immediately putting on the mask.

the guy that opens the door looks like he came straight out of a dream. he was large with broad shoulders and muscular arms almost as big as your thigh. his hair was blonde and kinda of long, stopping right by his ear, styled perfectly. his eyebrows dark and prominent.

he was wearing a black and red masquerade mask with emerald green accents. he opens the door wider and with a deep husky voice, he finally speaks up.

“so, what is it tonight ladies?” he asked while holding up a variety of different colored wristbands.

your best friend speaks up for the both of you, knowing you were still shocked. “both single, both bicurious.” she rushes out.

she then takes your hand in hers and walks through the door, standing in front of the man.

he lets out a genuine laugh. skies above, it was so sexy. he then closed the door, taking two pink wristbands and wrapping them around both your wrists.

his big hands were warm and scruff but clean, it was obvious he worked out. yet he was being gentle as if we were delicate flowers.

he looks up, accomplished. “right all set, follow me.” before we gave a reply he already turned his back towards us, heading deeper into the mansion.

the further in we went, we started hearing low r&b music, like some actual baby-making music. there were all types of girls and guys and people in general of different heights, wearing different clothes, and in different masks, each with a different colored wristband.

he stops in his tracks and you almost bump into his large back, smack dab with what seems like a tattoo peeking out from under his collar. he turns around, holding you steady.

his touch was warm and stern and very caring like a worried leader. he rubs your shoulder before dropping his hands and speaking up once more.

“alright, ladies. drinks are to your left, rooms are upstairs, enjoy yourself” and with that he walks off, heading to a group of guys, all seemingly just as attractive.

you finally turn towards your best friend who seems to be just beaming under her mask, taking in her surroundings.

“okay, now fess up. what is this place?” you ask in a hushed whisper. she looks up at you innocently.

“let’s just call it a bdsm castle, yeah?” she says all too casually.

“oh. you’re fucking joking.”

“nope” she pops the p and scans the room some more before looking back at you.

“and you’ve been here before?” you ask, wide-eyed.

“yes, well once with that one ex that was an investment banker.” she then takes your hand and starts walking with you, going further into what seemed like the lounge room.

you were nervous, super nervous. you wanted to bail and quite frankly you should’ve but behind your already jarred morales, your subconscious was screaming “why the fuck not” and to be honest, you were intrigued.

“what the hell am i supposed to do here?” you ask curiously

“what the hell else? mingle, fuck, have fun. seriously anything.” she starts. she then nods her head towards a group of people that are standing by a piano, drinks in hand while in deep conversation. “you see those people with the white wristbands? they’re observers.”

squinting your eyes in their direction you could see their white wristbands. you turned towards her, curiosity growing by the second. “observing for what?”

“means they’re not here to have sex. just here to watch people have sex. voyeurism or some shit, at least for today i guess.” she says quickly before moving on.

“pink means single and willing to get laid basically and red means in a relationship but willing to get laid.” she further explains.

you look at her perplexed. “so cheaters come here to get their dick wet?”

hae won laughs at your remark but shakes her index finger signifying no. “mainly means that they’re polyamorous and looking for a third or fourth or whatever it is they’re into.” she breaks down.

the essence of this place was starting to make sense. you nod, showing your comprehension and edging her to keep talking.

“oh, and you’re not allowed to say your name. you don’t need a code name or some shit but usually, these things are exclusive and private ie: CEOs, your local librarian. anyone could be here and unless you decide you want to sleep with them, which is the only time you can take off each other's mask, you can’t ask for their name.”

you look at her with a sly smile. “you know for someone who's only been here once you sure do know a lot.”

“oh, did i say once? I thought i said twice. i’m thirsty, are you thirsty? i’ll go get us a drink” before you could reply she was already making her way to the bar.

she orders the drinks but lingers, it seems like she is flirting with the bartender who has dyed hair. he was wearing a slightly orange and silver mask with pointed cat ears. he was tall and lengthy, his movements clumsy yet still confident as he made the drinks.

you rolled your eyes in adornment, looking around. your feet were hurting, they were low-heeled boots but still. you sit down on a lounge couch and roll your ankles slightly.

“you okay there?” a voice asks in a dialect you aren’t quite used to. it sounded more like an accent from elsewhere. their voice was smooth.

you look up and a slim and tall man has come up to you. he has multiple earrings and fiery red hair styled nicely. he had on a green mask with gold lining. he was holding a drink in his hand, which seemed like some type of wine and you noticed that his nails were clean and painted.

you smile before remembering your mask. standing up, you approach him and stretch out your hand to shake his. his hand meets yours, a white wristband around his small wrist.

“here to watch?” you ask. he leans in closer to you, your hand still in his. his voice was low and smooth, yet full of personality.

“that’s only if you allow me,” he says, tugging you slightly closer to him. his actions were bold, making your face heat up almost immediately but he radiated a type of calmness to him that you rarely saw in men nowadays.

just as he’s about to whisper something in your ear, someone else joins you too. slinging an arm around his shoulder and pulling him back away from you.

“aw not fair man, you know i called dibs.” said the new man.

dibs?

now he was a sight for sore eyes. even the bunny-shaped white mask couldn’t hide the fact that there was certainly a handsome face underneath.

his almost jet-black hair was long and had a sheen to it that made you know he took proper care of it. it hung over his face, well mask, with only one side tucked behind his ear. his eyes through the mask were mischievous and his tone playful. he was wearing a prada suit with its tie lazily undone, barely holding it together.

the guy in the green mask let out a small laugh. “i was only introducing myself” he said, keeping his eyes on you.

“yeah well introduce yourself elsewhere. besides, your twin asked me to call you over.” the mysterious man said, nodding his head towards the bar.

mr. green mask looked back and you followed his gaze. sure enough, you saw the guy with oreo hair waving him over. your best friend looking up at him lustfully.

he cleared his throat, biting the inside of his cheek at the sight. he slowly stirs his wine, taking the last sip while not breaking eye contact with them. he looks back at you swiftly, excusing himself before walking over to them.

you were now alone with the guy wearing the bunny mask. he approached you confidently, taking 3 long strides towards you but he didn’t stop there. he kept going until you fell back onto the couch. both of his hands were at your side, keeping you in place. the move felt eerily familiar to your boss.

nope. you weren’t going to do that. think about your boss on a weekend? you refused.

you finally spoke up to him directly, even leaning in slightly, not backing down from the confident man.

“someone seems interested.” you tease all whilst maintaining eye contact.

“oh trust me, very,” he replies back before you can even finish your sentence. he then takes a hand and brings it up to your face. you flinch, not scared of him but about your mask.

“relax darling, in due time,” he says. he leans in closer, your face now practically inches away from each other. he then raises a leg, putting his knee in between your legs. once positioned, he straightens himself up, now looking down at you.

with one hand now in his pockets once more, he uses the other to gently cup your face; his slender and cold fingers slightly squeezing your cheeks. you felt like a doll under his touch, your face gradually growing warmer.

“hm someone getting hot, huh? you interested?” he asks, not breaking eye contact. still cupping your face, one of his fingers, his thumb specifically, grazes over your now pouted lips underneath the mask.

you nod, almost too frozen to speak but he shakes his head, kissing his teeth.

“c’mon darling, we’re grown. use your words.” he insisted, cupping your face a bit tighter now. this makes you respond almost immediately.

“very interested.” you manage to get out.

he laughs at you. “atta girl” he says, as if he knew full and well the effect he had on you. a familiar heartbeat appeared in your cunt, you could already feel it getting warmer as you got more excited.

he lets go of your face and backs up from the couch. he straightens himself up and slightly cracks his neck, relieving the tension from looking down at you.

he then offers you the palm of his hand. you look at it for a second but he takes it as hesitation.

“don’t worry, i don’t bite; that is of course unless you want me to.” his voice sounded like a trance, you could tell he was the type to be able to convince someone to walk off a cliff if he truly wanted to.

you take his hand and he jolts you up, pulling you into him. he catches you effortlessly, wrapping an arm around your waist lazily. he gets closer to you, his cologne smells good, probably expensive.

he whispers in your ear as if no one else in the room full of other people who had the same plan, needed to hear your intimate conversation.

“let’s go find ourselves a room.”

11:16 pm kst

the masked man walks you to a secluded area of the house. stopping right before a door that seemed to have a keypad instead of a keyhole.

he looks back at you once more, raising an eyebrow . “not backing down?” he asks, tone hopeful that you say no.

honestly, this wasn’t your style. sure you’ve had a one night stand before but this whole bdsm castle thing? you felt like a virgin all over again.

yet there you were, anticipating for this masked man to fuck you funny. your cunt already slick with wetness, his actions from earlier had a strong effect on you and you wondered just if this man could truly satisfy you.

you nod, stepping closer to him and the door. “not backing down.” you say firmly, keeping direct eye contact.

with that, he punches in some numbers and the door clicks open. he leads you in and you have to mentally stop yourself from your jaw-dropping. the room was huge, all the furniture black and the bed could easily fit at least six people on there.

you stepped closer, taking it all in. at the head and feet of the bed, there were stainless steel handcuffs. at the foot of the bed, there was a thick rope lying on top of the bedroom bench.

you touched it gently, tracing a finger along it’s rigid and dry nylon. was he planning on using this on you? and almost as though he read your mind, he kept up behind you, leaving no space for imagination.

his hard cock twitching against your ass, his chest against your back. he brought down his still-masked face into the crook of your neck, pulling you into a back hug, arms wrapped around your waist.

“you wanna use that tonight darling?”

his voice rose the tiny hairs on your arm, your cunt now pulsating in an almost painful and steady beat, asking, no, begging to be used.

“i’ll do whatever it is you want me to,” you replied, voice shaky, heavy breathing.

with that, he faces you towards him. your back to the bed before he pushes you onto it softly with one finger.

he crawls on top of you. both thighs at your side, knees dug into the plush and satin bedding. “now i warn you, i have a slim frame but i am a bit sadistic. scratch that, extremely sadistic. is there anything you’re uncomfortable with?”

you thought about it for a moment. aside from your ex and that one, one-night stand, you haven’t been sexually involved with anyone else. you weren’t too sure about the entire bdsm world. you’re old enough to get the gist but you weren’t sure how far you could go, how much your body could take.

“hm, i don’t mind spit but i’m not sure about it in my mouth. i’m not a fan of the butt stuff and i think that’s it? we can try anything tonight, i’m willing.” you consent. he laughs at your eagerness, finding it cute. finding you adorable.

he then brings a hand up to your hair, stroking it gently. “once i take off these masks, if, by some off chance, you ever see me outside of these mansion walls, know that i don’t know you and you don’t know me. strictly pleasure okay?”

his words weren’t harsh but it still made you flinch. it’s fine, he was simply being direct. you’re both consenting adults for a fun night, no need to turn this into something more and complicate things. besides, seoul was huge. no way you’d see each other outside of here. slim to none chance.

“yeah i’m cool with that, strictly pleasure,” you repeat back, anxious as ever.

“you wanna have the honor or may i?” he asks, finger slung into the string of your mask, slowly teasing it off.

you give it a split second thought before reaching for his. “let’s do it at the same time.”

he laughs, amused at your suggestion. “ i don’t see why not.” he holds your mask as you hold his and you both take them off.

the mask comes off and it seems like someone just knocked the wind out of you. no fucking way.

absolutely no fucking way.

“what the hell.”

it was non other than your boss. yoon jeonghan.

you must have upset the universe somehow, your shakras aren’t aligned, SOMETHING, because there is no fucking way your boss you had to meet at work on monday was getting you dripping wet on a sunday.

he smirks, dropping your mask and letting out an amused laugh.

“now this, this is interesting.” but he doesn’t back up, instead he keeps on getting closer and backing you up onto what seems like a dozen pillows.

“i should’ve known something was off by that voice” you murmur, no longer maintaining eye contact yet still trapped beneath him.

“awh c’mon, i’m not that bad,” he says in a low and husky voice. he licks his lips slowly, almost in a circular motion while eyeing yours. he then brings a hand up to your neck, pulling you closer to his face before he lets go, hands at your sides again.

he drops his head onto your shoulder, into the crook of your neck before letting out another laugh.

“ahh, what should i do? i really want to fuck you right now.” he says this casually, as if it’s a random daily thought.

it makes you instinctively clench your throbbing pussy. his words weighing more now that you were out of the confines of your job.

jeonghan then backs away from you and sits at the end of the bed, he opens up a drawer at the table side and pulls out a case of joints. he brings one up to his lips before looking over at you.

“want one?” he offers, the joint going up and down as he speaks.

you hesitate, observing his face. were you really about to fuck your boss. should you? i mean this was the same guy who usually gave you hell on earth while at work.

he puts down the spare joint as if coming to a realization. “ah, i probably shouldn’t be offering my employee weed huh?” He’s about to put it back and away into case when you suddenly stop him. your hand grabbing his wrist.

“yeah, i want one.” if he was going to be casual about this, why couldn’t you?

“hm. okay. grab a lighter from the left nightstand. It’s in the top dresser.”

you nod and open the drawer, sure enough, there are a few lighters. you grab a random one and hold it up to him but you realize he had put away the case of joints and was staring at you curiously.

“where’s mine?” you ask, still holding up the lighter.

he shakes his head, a sly smirk on his face. he then comes closer to you once more, joint still in his mouth. he points it out so you can light it.

you flick it once, it buffers. the second time, a dim flame comes out of the lighter. as you’re sparking the joint, he’s not breaking eye contact. finally he drags in a puff, holding it for a second.

“so, what’ll it be? are you gonna give me the honor of fucking you tonight?” he asked while inhaling smoke, eyes glued on you.

you knew it was wrong. it’d be awkward at work and you hardly even like him. but you were already in too far and honestly it had been so long since you slept with someone. to say you were touch starved would be underwhelming.

“yes.” is all you simply respond, now staring back at him with the same intensity.

he studies you for a few more seconds before holding out his pinkie, “no strings?”

you look at it and intertwine your own with his, then connect your thumbs. “no strings.” you repeat.

with that, he pulls you in roughly, exhaling smoke into your mouth. your eyes get watery but you successfully hold back a cough. he turns the shotgun into a kiss, wrapping his cold hand around your throat and brushing his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access.

as soon as your part your lips open, he glides his tongue against your own, taking it roughly yet passionately. soft groans leaving his mouth. He laid you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss and the harsh movements caused you to moan into his mouth.

his other hand finds itself at your waist, holding you firmly beneath him. fingers digging into your skin as if there was still too much space between you too. it didn’t seem possible but the kiss deepened as he fully put himself on you, his body pressing hard against yours. his hardening crotch rutting against your core, eager for some kind of friction, eager to make you feel good.

you bring down a hand, starting to palm him through his once smooth slacks and almost immediately he moans into your mouth, shuddering at your touch.

he pauses, pulling back from the kiss with haggard breathing, you chase after his mouth. already missing it’s warmth on yours.

he giggles, almost too cutely for such a vile scene. “aww, you like my mouth that much princess? i can do much more with it.

“let me serve you,” he says this almost desperately, hands roaming your body.

your back arches at his touch, your cunt leaking wetness unto the satin sheets underneath you. “please, i need your touch.” you say between anguished moans.

he cocks his head to the side. “such a needy girl huh?” he was enjoying the view of you pathetically rutting yourself against the satin sheets. your fist gripping onto them.

he gets up and takes off his tie, he then takes one more puff of his joint before tossing it back on the nightstand. you were still on the bed, your core wet and aching badly. you needed him to do something to you soon or you would practically go crazy.

he smirks, pleased with simply seeing you shift uncomfortably. you can tell he wanted you just as much. his hardening cock making a very apparent dent in his pants.

“strip,” he demands. his voice broke you out of the strange of looking at his crotch, you didn’t even realize you were still fully clothed.

you complied almost pathetically too fast. taking off your mini skirt and your sheer shirt. immediately, the cold air hit you. your nipples getting instantly hard at the feeling.

his eyes dropped to your body, a lustful gaze with something so much more. as if he would spend the rest of his life admiring your body if he could. “fuck, you’re beautiful.”

he watched almost in awe, gently patting your hair before roughly pulling you closer to his face. he started kissing you once more, tongue eagerly greeting yours as if he couldn’t go another second without your mouth.

it was a sloppy kiss, just needing to feel each other. mouths desperate and far too eager to worry about presentation. he pulls back again, a string of mixed saliva breaking off between you too.

you moan dissatisfied as he pulls away, looking up at him with confused doe eyes.

“lie down.” he ordered, the lustful glimmer returning to his eyes.

“yes boss.” is all you can pull together, it was small and measly but he heard it.

fuck. you were so used to saying it out of habit at work you didn’t even realize it slipped out until he had gone silent.

too scared to look at him, you kept your head down. ashamed you could’ve fucked up that bad. instead, you feel his cold hands lifting up your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“i like that.” is all he says before he nods to the bed, signaling you to continue lying down.

you obeyed him and he found himself at your sides again. taking his hand towards your warm and soft body. he dragged a delicate and icy finger along all your curves, minuscule and large. just needing to feel the touch of your skin beneath him.

he drags it back up, reaching your plump breast and he starts playing with the bud of your nipples, making you wince at the feeling, back arching at his touch.

“fuck that feels so—ngh shit.” you tried to string some words together but all you could do is whimper pathetically.

his dick was practically begging to get out of his boxers, hell, even just his pants. at every pretty moan, you let out, it twitched, your lewd noises already having control over it before you had even touched it.

“mhm what did i say about using our words princess? since you’re so bad at following instructions, i’ll have to punish you like the perfect slut you are for me, eh?”

you look up at him weakly, eyes beaming with anger. he already had you pathetically curling over at his simplest touches, how did he plan on punishing you even more?

“wrist or ankles?” he asked while pointing at the cuffs at the top and bottom of the bed. before even thinking it through you said wrist.

he then briefly got up to tie your left wrist to the left bed pole and your right wrist to the right one. the handcuffs were cold and firm, the type that you could only imagine cops used but it felt like a slightly different material. it felt safe.

he then took the keys and gently grazed them over your nipple bud, earning another breathless moan from you.

he shuddered at the sound of you. one part of him wanted to release a full load right into you but the other wanted to make this last as long as he could.

after all, how often was he going to have his back-talking employee with such lush lips, underneath him? mouth slack, pathetically begging to be touched by the boss you claimed to hate.

“p-please boss, ah fuck- c’mon, just ngnnh fuck me already” you yelp desperately, head was thrown back, no longer able to take the teasing while your cunt wanted to be rammed into harshly.

you could tell he liked seeing you like this. squirming in pain did nothing but make him smile.

“in due time my pretty, pretty princess.” he placed the cold small key on your stomach and then kneeled at the foot of the bed. he trailed both his hands up and down your thighs, your core throbbing harder by the second.

“how bad do you want my mouth?” he teased, kissing your thighs and going higher and higher until he reached your dripping core, it’s heat practically begging for him.

“so-ngn, so bad so so fucking bad please— fuck i can't take it anymore.” that set him off, blowing cool air onto your clit before pulling you towards him.

the action caused a tug on your handcuffs and wrist, causing you to cry out in pain but it quickly turned into pure bliss because not even half a second later the flat of his tongue was on your heated core.

it was like he was on death row and you were his final meal.

his soft and pink tongue delving deeper and deeper into you. even kissing your folds every once in a while. he then took a hand off your thigh and spat on two of his fingers before roughly inserting them into you, curling them slightly so they hit the g spot that made you a moaning mess all while giving you kitten licks on your clit.

the feeling of both his fingers sliding in and out of you at a rapid pace tied with his excruciatingly slow licks, even sucking on your clit harshly every time you moaned out an excruciating “boss.”

your stomach tied in knots, your heat clenching around his fingers that were now wet and covered with your fluid. it felt so good how he was ramming his fingers into you, the palm of his hand slapping onto your core and hitting your clit at a rapid speed.

you swore you could see actual stars.

he moaned into you pussy, barely able to contain himself. “fuck baby you’re making such a mess.”

his praise makes you jolt your hip forward, being met with his eager tongue, “mnnhmgmm it’s all because of you boss, hmhm i need you so fucking bad-d.” you dragged out.

jeonghan couldn’t help himself. using his other hand, he started palming himself through his slacks, desperate for some kind of relief, some kind of touch.

“mhm fuck just like that, keep talking to me baby.” he egged your own, getting drunk at the sound of your messy moans and the squelching sound your cunt made every time his fingers went into you.

you kept praising him, saying anything that came to mind so he wouldn’t stop. your words almost coming out as gibberish because his fingers alone were clouding your thoughts.

“ah-shit, boss just like that, please keep going,” you begged and he abided. he took out his finger and went to work with his mouth again, his tongue harsh and fast, licking your folds and going as deep inside you as he could.

you were so close to an orgasm. your vision getting blurry by all the tears brimming your eyes. he felt the tightness of your cunt around his tongue and fingers.

“tell me when you’re about to come okay baby?” he asked in a haggard voice, pre cum oozing for his tip already.

“ah mgh— y-yes boss im so close” you breathed out.

while he was eating you out, he took the hand he was fingering you with earlier and started rubbing your clit slowly; giving it small slaps that made you squirm around the bed, unable to move much because of the cuffs.

your stomach hit a specific knot and you knew for sure you were about to come undone within the next few seconds.

“i’m—fuck, about to come,” you whine out pathetically, your eyes closed, chasing the high towards the climax.

right as you reach your peak, he pulled away from you.

your eyes immediately snapped open, wide and frustrated that the knot in your stomach was left unsatisfied.

you looked at him, heavy breathing, hair stuck to your face due to sweat. he simply smiled and licked your wetness from his lips and fingers, not wasting a drop.

“why?” was all you managed to whine, practically on the verge of tears at the loss of contact.

he shrugged, a satisfied smirk on his face “the only time you get to come is when i’m fucking you raw princess, simple.”

your eyebrows knit up in confusion.

“so fuck me.”

his eyes went from playful to lustful in an instant at your words. in a swift motion, he undoes his belt and drops it onto the floor. with one hand, he unzips his pants, they hang loose a few inches, showing off his prada briefs. his curved length pulsating underneath.

he then gets back onto the bed, discarding his shirt and revealing a slim but toned body. his arms slightly flexed as he threw the shirt onto a nearby couch.

jeonghan then positions himself on his knees, hair falling unto his face. he looks back up at you, eyebrows knitted with a now unfamiliar expression. he seemed needier as opposed to the hungry mess earlier. “touch me.” is all he says in a low voice.

you crawl towards him yet you feel like a prey being stalked by a predator. you take a nail, trailing it up his thigh, earning a slight grunt from him. your finger stops right above his length, twitching in eagerness. its pink hue apparent from underneath the white briefs.

monday 12:58 am kst

you both fall back onto the bed, worn out and still coming down from the high after exhausting each other to your limits.

he looks at you as if to say something but stops himself. you wanted him to say something. make one of his borderline rude yet sly remarks but he is silent. the sound of both your heavy breathing starting to calm down in the still bedroom.

“uh, is there a bathroom in here?” you ask, refusing to make eye contact with the main that had just fucked your senseless.

he brings up a limp arm, hand pointing to a door by the right nightstand. you get up cautiously, wrapping one of the sheets around your body. you make your way to the door and go through. the bathroom was big and spotless as if it had been cleaned just recently.

outside you hear some faint movement. a dip in the bed followed by careful footsteps. you had a clue you knew what was happening but a part of you wished it wasn’t so.

you use the toilet, never losing your habit of peeing after having sex and then you get into the shower. needing to get the remnants of tonight off your body.

monday 1:47 am kst

you get out of the shower, feeling refreshed and squeaky clean. you use one of the clean guest towels to dry your body and wrap it around yourself.

you reach the bathroom handle, hand hesitant on the nob. unsure if you were ready to face the scene or potentially a person outside. in a swift motion, you open the door and exit the bathroom.

you look to your side unto the bed just to find it neatly made but with no one in it. no scattered clothes lying around, instead it seemed he took his and even folded yours, putting it in a bag on the nightstand with clean oversized clothes next to it.

you were relieved to not have to face your boss after fucking each other for what seemed like two hours but there was a pang in your heart at the fact that yoon jeonghan didn’t even bother at least mention he was leaving.

you dressed yourself in the new clothes and put on your mask once more. as you were finishing up, there was a knock at the door.

“boss?” you called out. no way, he had the code right? you walk towards the door, your belongings in hand and open it. sure enough, your best friend standing at the door.

“oh, it’s you,” you say casually, giving a faint smile.

“damn bitch can you be less excited pretty please? you’re overwhelming me.” she teased sarcastically. she was wearing a change of clothes too but she still had on her mask.

“you’re done right? your bunny boy told me you would be up here.”

you let out a dry laugh. so he could tell her but he couldn’t say anything as he was leaving? you know what, fuck that. you can be super casual too.

“yup!” you say popping the p, you exit the room and close the door behind you. your best friend takes your free hand and you both walk down the steps together.

you quietly dip out of the mansion through the front door, making your way to her car.

“can you drive? i had drunk earlier and i still feel kinda dizzy” she pouts.

“yeah, toss 'em,” you say about the keys and she does. you unlock the car and head in, making your way home as your best friend sleeps in the passenger seat, adamant about sleeping over at your house.

monday 4:50 pm kst

on her way home from work, your best friend picked you up and dropped you off at yours. you stopped in front of the bar. it’s large and luminescent name shining above, “purple rose.”

you felt queasy, nervous, nauseous, and anxious all at once. yet you also felt excited, a newfound secret to keep as yours. you entered through the front and made your way to the back, the employee room to clock in.

your fellow bartenders were gathered at the front. some sleeping on the table, others talking behind the bar.

“good morning guys!” you say in a more chirpy voice than usual.

no way you had become one of those people who finally get laid and suddenly you’re ms sunshine walking on a rainbow.

they noticed the slightly higher octave, raising an eyebrow but nevertheless, they said their fair share of greetings.

you start heading to the break room when one of the workers stops you. a slightly concerned look on her face.

“i wouldn’t go in there if i were you, boss is in a bad mood,” she whispered the last part, clicking her tongue.

what the hell could’ve happened in the last 12 hours since you had sex that had the whole bar walking on eggshells?

you smile at her warning but disregard it. not to see him, you say to yourself, but because you needed to clock in any way.

you open the door and are immediately met with a pacing jeonghan. he looked disheveled, handsome, but still disheveled. as if he didn’t get a wink of sleep.

he sees you by the door and motions you in.

“what took you so long?”

what was he talking about? you looked at the clock and you were exactly on time.

“i’m here on time, what do you mean?” you asked while setting down your stuff.

the atmosphere was tense as if you had truly done something wrong. jeonghan pauses in his tracks and starts walking towards you. he was unreadable, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling at all.

“being on time is being late,” he answers, eyebrows furrowed, breathing haggard. he was a couple of inches away from you, far more than what was appropriate at work. his eyes fell to your lips before begrudgingly looking back up.

“so, what do you have to say for yourself?” he ask, almost in pain.

you were truly lost. was he seriously mad because of the time? he pulls you out of your thoughts, hand slamming on the desk behind you.

“i asked what you have to say for yourself.”

now you were seriously annoyed, what the hell was his problem? you answer, tone curt and firm. no longer wanting to indulge in this conversation or his presence.

“my apologies boss, it won’t happen again.” you spat out, tone laced with venom. you said it formally, not missing any honorifics and he caught this. gaze going cold before breaking out a smile.

he hung his head low, muttering a curse before looking back up at you. the night you spent together, the line that was crossed, almost as though it never even happened.

a mere figment of your imagination. ha, if only.

“it won’t happen again? we’ll see about that. come back out immediately after clocking in, you have front duty again today.”

and with that, yoon jeonghan, no, your boss left the break room.

leaving you in a complete state of confusion.

#svt jeonghan #svt smut #svt jeonghan smut #jinxedmuse #svt fanfic #svt headcanons #svt x reader #svt jeonghan angst #seventeen kpop #svt kpop #kpop smut #kpop angst #svt kpop jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #svt jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x you #svt scenarios #svt jeonghan au #svt imagines #yoon jeonghan imagines #SoundCloud

[muffinsin]

how do the girls deal with a s/o who has glasses? In the sense that they have to be a bit more careful around general chaos to not have these stupidly fragile things break, but without them their eyesight is really terrible (if you don't know how it feels like, imagine a very unfocussed and blurry picture, that's what it feels like to not wear glasses when you need them).

Oooh interesting! Let’s get into it!🧐

Thank you for the description! :))

Masterlists

Bela

She’s very gentle and careful around you

Graceful, steady movements

Bela tends to your glasses almost more than you do, really

The first thing she does, is get you a proper case for them

She takes great care of them- knowing you need them-, and even when you accidentally run into her, she makes sure your glasses don’t break

As you cuddle, she often encourages you to take them off in order to smudge your face in her chest

You’re her teddy bear. And once your glasses are off, she gets to smudge you against her and cuddle you properly

She doesn’t mind being blurry outlines for you, she wants you to be comfortable

Plus, she thinks you look adorable when she holds something up and you remind her, you can’t read it without your glasses

Or when you lean very close to read it

She likes to call you a mole, affectionately

While Bela strays from most jokes regarding your glasses, being called a mole whenever you aren’t wearing them and complain about your blurry vision is a must

She often does it just to get shut up with a kiss or a slap to her thighs, really

They’re so thick, you don’t need glasses to see them properly

She always makes sure your glasses are clean

When they’re dirty, she immediately gently takes them from you and cleans them

She knows, at times you take them off and accidentally tap the glass, then forget to clean them again

Somehow, she always carries around the small pack with the damp cloth inside, just in case your glasses need cleaning

She tries to look through them to see whether they’re better now, but it hardly does anything but make her feel a bit dizzy

You reassure her, the fingerprints on the glass are gone and you see properly again

It’s enough for her to smile at you. When you praise her for her efforts, she always blushes and kisses you

Bela insists you have a spare pair of glasses around, somewhere in her room

When a pair breaks, which happens surprisingly rarely, she insists you get a new spare one immediately

While she is very careful around you, she knows the risk your glasses will break is vast

Between hurried maidens and her hectic sisters, it’s easy for someone to bump into you

Each time she yells and scolds the person responsible

While she will not send people to the dungeons for it at first, she does ensure a punishment is served

Should she catch the same person- save for her sisters of course- bump into you again, or should someone dare attempt to break your glasses on purpose, they are immediately sent off to serve their punishment in the dungeon

Bela always reminds her sisters to play nicely when around you

She knows, they’re often energetic and eager to play

Therefore, she usually holds your glasses for you while her sisters tug you around, and rolls her eyes whenever the infamous “How many fingers am I holding up”- question is asked

What a silly thing to say, really

But, she doesn’t stop her sisters from playing with you unless you ask her to

Cassandra

She tries to be careful, really. But, to be frank, it’s a little bit like saying a cat is trying to be careful when playing with a string

She just tends to forget about your glasses, which is usually how they end up breaking

Cassandra loves to play fight

Whether this is actual sparring or wrestling in bed, or even a tickle fight

During those times, however, she tends to forget about the ridiculously fragile little glasses

Should you not have the mind to take them off and place them someplace safe, it’s almost guaranteed they are broken

Either by one of you landing on them, or her hand or chest in your face

However, Cassandra feels awful for it

While she is by far not as pouty as her younger sister, she always pouts at you and shows off untrained, big golden eyes to silently ask for forgiveness

When she’s this cute, you can’t be mad at her

Seeing as the break of your glasses is more or less guaranteed, however, Cassandra has you keep many spare ones

Out of Alcina’s wallet, of course

As it comes to others, Cassandra is very mindful of your glasses

She snarls at her younger sister and makes you take off your glasses before Daniela is allowed to go near you

Both of you know, she will likely break them otherwise

Should any staff member at all dare bump into you, it’s an immediate death penalty

They have learned to make way for you in the hallways

She loves to make jokes about you and has absolutely asked you how many fingers she is holding up after she snatched your glasses

When you simply reply with the number of blurry fingers you see, she’s a little dumbfounded

She thought you were entirely blind without them. Blackness. No view at all

She asks you the question a couple more times. Each time you get it right, you receive a kiss

It’s not a bad deal, really

Also, Cassandra loves to take them off during…bedroom activities ;)

She claims: if you behave, you get to see her properly

Often enough it ends with her slipping the glasses back on you with shaky fingers after you’ve dragged orgasm after orgasm from her

The time she took them from you and places the glasses on her own head, she feels dizzy and stumbles back for a moment, before falling and landing on her ass

She merely growls when you laugh at the brunette, sadistic blur on the floor

Still, Cassandra’s favourite way of teasing you is by pulling you into the bathroom with her, aware of the steam blurring your glasses

Yet, she doesn’t allow you to take them off

Instead, she drags your hands across her body as more and more skin is revealed

She crackles in delight at your frustration whenever it happens

Daniela

Daniela is, a bit like a puppy, really

Eager, easily excited, hyper, and not too concerned about most things

These include your glasses

Daniela just always forgets about them, really!

Sometimes, she accidentally bends them by smudging your face in her chest

At other times they’re knocked to the floor when she tackles you or jumps into your arms when she sees you at random times of the day

And rarely even, when your glasses are set down somewhere next to you, she accidentally swarms and throws herself or sits on them

Usually, you receive large, golden puppy eyes and a big pout in return

“I’m sorry, my love…”, she whimpers

A small kiss of reassurance that you aren’t angry is enough to make your little sunshine smile again

It’s very common for your glasses to break around Daniela. So much so that perhaps it’d be high time to invest in some contact lenses

She keeps a large stack of them for you, though. Kind of, all around the castle

Some in her room, most hidden in Bela’s room, as it’s by far tidier and the glasses are easier to find

Bela…allows this

Others are placed in drawers throughout the castle

And some times, when you see her approach, she whines as you hold your hand out to stop her from pouncing on you immediately

With her hips swaying from side to side and a large, excited grin on her face, she waits for you to remove your glasses and put them in the case before she is allowed in your arms

As it comes to jokes and pranks?

Oh yeah, she loves to do those!

She likes to steal your glasses about three times a day. Often, she will ask you how many fingers she’s holding up

Sometimes, you indulge and amuse her by saying a random number. Sometimes, you speak the truth and she stares wide eyed

Daniela once broke your glasses by wearing them and running into a pillar

It was quite a sight to see, and you wished you had seen it properly rather than in a blur

Of course, she has a few joke lines she loves to pull on you after tackling you and setting your glasses on top of her head

Her favourites include:

“You know, I don’t know why you like glasses. I just can’t see it!”

You always remind her- it’s you who can’t see, not her. The joke is the wrong way around

It never bothers her and she keeps it up eagerly, and still giggles every time it makes you roll your eyes

“How do you know carrots are good for your eyes? Because you never see rabbits wearing glasses”

You sigh, and cuddle her closer

Often her jokes only end with a small smack to her ass or the back of her head. This usually either distracts her, or makes her giggle and go back to cuddling you

And lastly:

She loves to lean close to your ear and whisper awful jokes such as:

“What does the sun drink out of? Sun-glasses”

You scoff as she giggles

“That one’s terrible”

“You’re terrible!”

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village

[nor-4]

You Thief!!

Grammatical errors

Mike Schmidt ft. Thief!Reader

Why cry about being broke when you can just rob a pizza place that has been shut down since like 80's.

It's exact 12 am while you enter the old pizza place with a empty gym bag your carrying on your shoulder that contains crowbar, and in your free hand you're holding a baseball bat that you found 3 years ago at that another old place you rob.

You named it abby, you don't really know why you named it as abby you just love that name. You love that tingly feeling when you remember it.

Seeing a old arcade game machine excites you especially at this "Abandoned" place you saw, you just know it has money in it.

Good thing you bought a crowbar cause this machine is so strong, you felt sorry for your baby abby.

After finally opening the machine a ocean kind of money and coins flooded the floor, although you expect it to be like this you're still celebrating out of happiness.

As for mike he just arrived the pizza place that he's working at. He knows that there's something wrong, it doesn't feel right for him.

Mike told abby to stay at his car for a moment because his gut feeling is telling him something.

There's you who didn't hear the lock drop the floor because you're so busy destroying the other machine cause you aren't going out of this place without your bag being full with money.

Mike was surprised of what the girl who is wearing a skimpy skirt is doing.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He yelled as he hurried, "Are you dumb? Isn't obvious I'm robbing this place idiot." You said with an attitude as you continued what you are doing.

He felt his face gets hot seeing what you are wearing right now, but come on he shouldn't feel this, you thief!

"Oh cat got your tongue big guy?" You seductively asked as you stopped trying to open the other machines, "I'm too tired for this, just do whatever you want to do." he said throwing his hands up while walking back outside to get abby. But why didn't he even bother to call a police, is it because he's really tired or just catched a feelings over a thief.

"Come on abs, you're already tired." Mike said as he opened the door of the backseat as he carried abby's blanket, abby stared at mike she knows that he knows something "Did something happened?"

"Nothing happened, it's just a girl." He said after sighing over abby's curiosity while her, she is walking happily and he knows that abby wants to meet her.

Entering on a abandoned building is new to abby, although seeing the cozy lights really excites her.

"Oh hi little girl!" You waved at the little girl as she wave back, "What's your name?" you asked as you lowered to abby's level.

"I'm abby, nice to meet you. And this is my brother mike." She said excitedly same for you s you show her your baseball bat that has a same name with her.

It didn't take long for you and abby to get along and for mike? He's just quiet, he wants to admire you but he still couldn't forget on how cute you were getting angry trying to open that one arcade machine.

You helped mike to make abby's fort so she can sleep thightly on the floor, abby wants you to join her on the fort but you excuse that you have something else to do.

"Do you work here?" You asked mike looking over to you even you are still admiring abby as she sleeps, "Yeah.. I'm just new here" he said as he comfortably sit on his chair.

He remembered what you said to abby earlier, that your baseball bat and abby has the same name. He isn't thinking that this was only a coincidence, he thinks that this is a destiny. But was it??

"i need to get going, it's time.." You said as you stand up brushing your skirt from sitting on the floor, mike insisted that he will walk you out of the pizza place.

Before you start walking home you leaned into mike tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips for goodbye, "Nice to meet you mike, i might visit you tomorrow" you tapped his shoulder before walking out.

He swears that he isn't a pervert but seeing you walk on a short skirt is making him feel something, in the end of your eye you saw him look down to take a glance before going inside and think about it all night.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike afton #mike schmidt x you #josh hutcherson x you #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #mike afton x reader #Spotify

[gamersansblog]

BRO why am I thinking of this idea!?

Okay okay so listen so I'm thinking of an au where reader is turned into a monster and has a sibling who was also experimented and made her very pretty like a man or women will fall down to their knees for them

Reader gets turned into this 8/9 foot monster and is very dull with emotion and is somewhat aggressive only to the things they claimed as theirs and is always chain if not their just walking around a cage like their waiting for something or sit down and paint if the scientist gave him some paint and a canvas. Bit team 141 plus Las Almas go on a mission to where reader and their sibling is and they rescue both of them and reader just watches them when both of them are healing.

During the stay the sibling gets really clingy to the boys while reader just watches them not fully trusting then and only giving a chitter or a grumble to them.

And Las almas ad team 141 are really jelly because reader is purring around a new member who just excepted his fate and just gave reader effection and reader loves the new member because he was shiny and gave reader little things.

And laswell decided to put the sibling and reader in training and to everyone's shock reader looked like he knew everything how to shoot a gun, how to load a gun, and how to take down a man. It was like his body knew how to do it bit reader just shrugged and went on their day while the sibling was pouting.

141 is fascinated by what reader paints and reader just looks very confused when they gave him a complement and just chitters.

While the sibling is trying to get the boys attention bit failing so and gets pouty.

After a few months reader still giving most of their attention to the recruit while learning new things (like cooking, dancing, speaking, crocheting, knitting) and the sibling is all fussy everyday because the boys sometimes ignore her because she's fucking annoying and shit but never got annoyed when reader came to them and softly tapped them with their sharp claw on their shoulder make them jump sometimes and nod at reader who signed to them for a bit of help not really good at speaking still and they just nod and help them.

But laswell decided to let them go on a mission and team 141 see reader being a shadow and brutal to the enemy's and sibling being good also and making it quick when they kill.

And after a few months they had to raid a house that sold legal info about the military and team 142 had to go and they did and quickly killed everyone and reader was no where to be seen and they were looking for them until they heard a baby cooing and the turn around and see reader with big pupils like a cat and purring really loudly while holding the tired/giggling baby.

And reader decides to take care of them baby with laswells permission and when she says yes reader is taking care of that baby like holding the baby, feeding the baby, staying up all night for the baby all of that.

And 141 and Los almas (including konig) fall inlove with reader slowly while sibling is still trying to talk with them 24/7 and shit.

Bro I've been fucking thinking kf this shit for a long time and if someone made this I'm on my fuciing knees for them.

I know I know what yall will say "gamer your a writer why don't you make it?" Yes I know I can make it but I'm lazy and currently working of requests and my pacific rim fanfic

But if I have the time and if yall are really interested on this would yall tell me to make it?

But seriously if someone made this before me I'm on my knees for them.

Ps: send me a link if yall make this fic pls and thank you <3

#mw2 141 x male reader #male reader #x female reader #cod x male reader #cod x female reader #cod x y/n #monster #monster reader #cod price #las almas #mw2 141 #konig cod #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod #laswell mw2 #cod modern warfare #gender nuetral reader #Spotify

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

Looking For Answers Pt. 2

Death/Muerte (Puss in Boots) x Immortal! Reader

(Slight romance in the end (if you could call it that), but mostly just MC hanging out with Team Friendship. Enjoy!)

“So I am guessing that you and Lobo are working together?” Puss tilts his head to the side, sat in one of the tables near the counter, cradling a shot of leche in his hands as she wiped down the last few of the remaining cups she’d washed. “I mean, this is your pub, right? The only way you would’ve allowed us to stay is if you knew the exact reason why.”

  “Didn’t take you for being quite the detective,” she rolls her eyes, sarcasm dripping in her tone and yet she couldn’t help but find a small smile tugging up her lips. She couldn’t deny it, the sight of two cats and a dog sitting together at a table was undeniably adorable. And also a great way to start a joke, she supposes. “But ‘working together’ is… not the right word for it.”

  “What is it then?” Puss spoke through a laugh of disbelief.

  “Oh! Is it friends?” Perrito suggested.

  “Acquaintances?” Kitty added, and (Y/n) tilted her head towards Kitty’s answer.

  “That’s more like it,” she huffed, throwing the towel over her shoulder before walking towards their table and grabbing their cups. “But what I really want to know is how you guys know him.”

  Puss lets out a huff, eyes growing wide as he did so, his paws tapping against the table. 

  “I’m guessing it has something to do with you?” She suggested, and the look on the orange cat’s face said it all, a small chuckle pushing past her lips as she settled onto one of the chairs of the table right next to Perrito. “Come on, it’ll be a while before Muerte gets back, so how about a story to start this off?”

  “Where is he anyway?” Kitty arches a brow, and (Y/n)’s first thought was that Muerte had gone back to finishing what he had started with that man earlier. Most likely what he had gone to do seeing that he was ecstatic to leave just a few minutes ago.

  “He’s… probably out there doing his job,” she decides to answer with a shrug. Kitty’s eyes squinted at the pause, but decided to leave it at that as she turns back to Puss. 

  “Well, who wants to start?” Kitty asks, and immediately, Perrito jumps at the table with an excited grin.

  “Oh! I do!” The entire table laughed at his energy, always optimistic and energized, even if it was the dead of night. Perrito turns to her, pointing a paw at her chest. “Tell me-- do you know of the Wishing Star?”

  “The Wishing Star?” She parrots, racking her brain for anything she might’ve heard about it. “Well is it a recent fairytale sort of thing? This is a small town, so we get most of the fairytale books late, hell, even news around what happens in the world often comes by late.”

  “Really?” Puss looks at her with bewilderment, “So you’ve never heard of us?”

  “I know of you,” she replies, “I said the news comes in late, not never. I’m well aware of who Team Friendship is.”

  The two cats groaned at the name, and Perrito only squealed out in laughter at it. “See! I told you guys it’ll catch on!”

  “It’s still a ridiculous name,” Kitty grumbled.

  “I agree,” Puss hummed.

  “Back to the Wishing Star,” she decides to steer the conversation back to where it was originally headed, taking note of the ticking clock a few ways away to her left. “What about it?”

  “Well that’s where our adventure started!” Perrito starts, and so the story goes on. Perrito mostly leads the telling of the story, with bits and pieces being cut off as Puss decides to take over for his side of the story, and then Kitty occasionally butting in for her own perspective. It was a riveting adventure, and she could tell that it was what brought the three together. There were also times where she heard Puss’ side of the story that involved Muerte that even brought her to fear him just a little bit.

   At some point, they all started to talk about wishes and whatnot, telling stories of what each of their wishes could be and even being truthful about why they seeked The Wishing Star in the first place. When Puss and Kitty had shared theirs, Perrito turned to her.

      “What about you? If you had a wish, what would it be?” Perrito looked at her with awaiting eyes, and she could feel the others start to wait as well. Now that’s a tough question, she thought, pursing her lips as she looked at her hands, fingers tapping against the table. Would she wish for her death? Most likely, but the moment that the thought had entered her mind, it left a bitter taste in her mouth and a sour expression on her face that caused Perrito to look at her with worry. 

  “It’s a difficult question,” she starts with an unsure look on her face, bringing an empty cup towards her and fiddling with it to busy herself as she thought.  “I’ve only ever truly wanted one thing in my life,” she spoke to ease the awkwardness of silence that rose. “But now I’m not so sure I actually do want it.”

  “Wishes change,” Puss starts, a far away look on his face as he twirls his drink in his hand. “Believe me, I know.”

  “Sometimes those wishes turn out to have been right in front of you the whole time.” Kitty adds, looking up at her with a smile, lightly hitting her shoulder in a playful manner.  “Maybe it’s either of those things, who knows? What’s your wish anyway?”

  She opens her mouth, but found herself stopping midway as she pulled a grin onto her face. “Can’t tell you. Something about birthday wish rules and how it won’t come true and all that.”

  The three roll their eyes at her words, already having heard of them before.

  It wasn’t until later did Muerte walk back inside the pub, a satisfied look on his face as his tongue licked his teeth, a hum rumbling from deep within his throat that (Y/n) swore caused a shiver to run down her spine.

  “What a hunt to end the day with, huh?” He turns to the three, sheathing his sickles on his leather belt and taking a seat between (Y/n) and Perrito (who wasn’t really sitting at the chair but rather on the table itself). "Now, what do you think? Any ideas as to solve our little problem here?"

  "Gee, thanks for calling me a problem, sure does help my self esteem there, " she sarcastically retorted with a snort, and he huffed out a laugh. Puss and Kitty looked to the side, unsure of how to tell Muerte that they had been chatting the entire time.

  It turns out their silence was all the answer Muerte needed, his eyes half lidding before a hand comes up to run down the top of his head to his eyes, a groan pushing past his lips.

  " Don't tell me you four just chatted the entire time I was gone, " he grumbled, and the four made awkward noises as they looked away from him with guilty looks on their faces.

  Muerte muttered in Spanish under his breath something ong the lines of, 'This group will be the death of me', leaning back on the chair and rubbing his eyes in irritation before collecting himself, straightening his back and folding his hands in front of him on the surface of the table.

  "Well now that I'm here let's not waste any more time, shall we?"

  And so they didn't. Muerte let (Y/n) be the one to explain things to them, from her immortality to the way no other weapon could tear through her skin or make her bleed.

  "Have you tried drowning?" Puss suggested out of the blue, Kitty hitting him in the chest with a disgruntled expression. "Ow! Hey! I was just curious! I mean, she can't die from weapons then what about deaths that can't be caused by weapons?"

  She shook her head, an awkward smile tugging up at her lips. "I've… tried. It's just… really painful and just causes me to puke water for the upcoming days." She explained, eyes blinking fast as if the memory itself causes her pain. "I'll also feel like my lungs are being set on fire every time I breathe."

  "What about leeches? You can't die from them, but I'm just curious as to if they stick to you?" Kitty was next to ask, and she cringed at the thought of one of those bloodsucking worm things.

  " I don't even want to get anywhere near those things. "

  " What about burning alive? "

  She flinched. " No. Haven't tried. Will not try. Seeing that drowning already hurts like hell, I don't even want to know about burning. "

  " Good point."

  Muerte groaned, slamming a hand down on the table and causing it to rattle, everyone flinching as he huffs.

  " This is not helping!"

  " It's not like we'll come up with an answer straight away! I mean what did you expect? " Kitty huffed," If you're asking me, I think you're the one that has more knowledge about this than we do."

  "Unfortunately, I don't. But even if I ask The Fates— I'd be dead long before they give me a straight answer instead of one of their confusing riddles. "

  " Well we did solve the way to the Wishing Star through riddles, didn't we?" Puss turned to Kitty, who shrugged and motioned her hand in a 50/50 sort of way.

  "The riddles to the Wishing Star were straightforward, I doubt The Fates' would be the same. "

  " She's right," Muerte huffed." They haven't even told me the riddle and yet I could feel a headache already coming in. "

  " But the Fates' riddles are better than nothing, " Kitty shrugged." And we're heading to Far Far Away anyways. There are plenty of fairytale creatures that could help— and if we're lucky, the solution to our problem might already be there when we solve it."

  Just the thought of that made her stomach churn, though she couldn't tell whether it was from excitement or fear. All she knew was that the more she realized that they were getting closer and closer to getting what she thought she wanted, the more her heart ached and her stomach grumbled and threatened to puke all the contents it had inside.

  "Excuse me," She stood from her seat, the scraping of her chair rendering the group to silence. Muerte's eyes and hers meet, and she gives him a small smile. "I just… need some fresh air."

  She didn't let anyone get the chance to retort as she turned and headed out to the front of the pub, shutting the door gently behind her before taking a seat in one of the wooden benches on the side, her shoulders slumping as she leans forward, elbows on her knees and propping her head up in her hands as she shut her eyes tight, gulping down the lump that had been forming in her throat. 

  “When I asked earlier what your wish would be…” she hears Perrito's voice break the silence and she turns towards him with an exhausted look on her face, her heart aching at the sight of sadness in the little dog’s eyes. “Were you going to say you were going to wish for your death?”

  She didn’t speak, but her silence spoke enough volumes for the little dog. She feels him nudge her hand, and she looks back down to find him beside her on the bench and placing his chin on top of her thigh, big doe eyes looking up at her. She sighed, nodding her head.

  “You know, I can understand wishing for more lives like Puss but… I don’t think I can understand why you would want to die when there’s so much more of the world left to explore.” Perrito spoke, his voice dripping with that usual optimism she’s always heard him talk with, unable to help a small laugh to push past her lips.

  “Oh Perrito,” she sighed, shutting her eyes. “It’s just that… the thing with being immortal is that it keeps going on forever, even when you know you’re supposed to be gone. But you’re still here, and you can’t do anything about it because nothing in this world can kill you no matter how many times you try.

  “Even if all your friends and family and loved ones have all passed, you’re still somehow walking the Earth with nothing left but the hurt and the hope that all of this will eventually end and that I won’t have to be haunted with so many memories of all the people I loved dying in front of me anymore because I’ll be at peace. I’ll finally be at peace.” She looked down at her hands, rubbing her palms together to find some sort of heat from the coolness of the night. "The thought of dying always made me think of that. Peace. Rest. But now—" she huffed, "—thinking about it bothers me. I don't have anything else left to live for but it bothers me. Now! Of all the times! When I'm this close to getting what I've always wished for!"

  There was silence for a while, Perrito taking in the words that she spoke as he looked up at her with those innocent eyes.

  "Well," he starts, lifting his chin off her and opting to jump on her lap. "Maybe something changed. Maybe you do have something else to live for."

  She takes the small dog in her hands, patting his head as he hummed under her touch.

  "I hope so, Perrito, " she looked up at the night sky, at the bright stars that shone brightly above them. " I hope so." 

  By the time they had gone back inside, everyone was silent and had settled to looking blankly at the table in front of them. She takes a seat beside Muerte, who looked at her the moment she had sat down,  and she gives him a simple smile of reassurance before turning to Puss and Kitty.

  "Anything else you guys have in mind?"

  "Well it's a difficult job, especially if we want to be discreet about it." Kitty hummed, rubbing her chin in thought.

  "Oh well if you're thinking about getting paid then you can have all of my money and all the booze at the bar, "  everyone was surprised by her words, even Muerte couldn't keep his eyes from growing wide and mouth hanging open at that. "I mean, if you guys succeed then I'll be dead anyways right? There's no one left to take care of the bar anyway and I don't have any family to pass the money to so I'll just give it all to you guys. " She shrugged, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes tugging on her lips. But she had to say she was a bit thankful they even considered keeping quiet about it. To protect her from men like Jack Horner. Or even worse men than Jack Horner. 

  "That's a generous offer, but what if we don't? You know… find a way to kill you? " Kitty frowned. 

  "I mean you already have The Fates' help as well as the most magical kingdom of Far Far Away at your side, not to mention Muerte himself trusts you into solving this for us," she reasoned, “I don't think there's an actual possibility of failing."

  "Nonsense, there's always a possibility of failure, " Puss huffed, taking the last sip from his drink. " Even if all the odds seem to veer towards you."

  "Then I'll pay you as much as you guys want. Even if it's free booze for the next couple of years."

  "Then we have ourselves a deal, señorita."

  ---

  She ushered the three as they left the bar, waving to them goodbye as they disappeared into the streets of the night, no doubt to go back to their journey. She was going to miss them, of course, especially Perrito. He was an adorable and optimistic dog that she’d protect with her life, if she could.

  Closing the door to the pub behind her, she sighed, running a hand down her face.

  “Is everything all right?”

  A small scream pushes past her lips at the voice, her widened eyes looking up at Muerte as he sat in one of the seats facing the door, leaned back with his arms crossed above his chest. 

  “Geez, I didn’t expect to see you still here,” she places a hand on her chest, feeling her beating heart rapidly thumping in her chest. “You usually leave around this hour.”

  “I would’ve,” he stands from his seat, and she stops midway into taking a step forward as soon as he walked towards her, her hand that still gripped the doorknob of the door growing tight every step he came closer. “But you were acting differently today, and I know there’s something wrong.”

  “I-I’m just tired,” she reasoned, her back hitting the door behind her as he towered over her, breath hitching and heart beating even more loudly in her chest than before. She didn’t know why she reacted to him like this now, when the first time he had done this, she had looked at him so smugly it was as if she had the upper hand. What happened to that? “Really, I’m sure you have more important things to think about.”

  “(Y/n),” her breath hitched at the sound of her name leaving him and he offered her a hand. She looked at it in confusion, not knowing what he had in his mind before deciding to take it. To her surprise, Muerte tugs her forward, wrapping his arms around her form and trapping her in his embrace. “I know you’re afraid of me. You don’t have to hide it.”

  “I’m not afraid of you,” she spoke, her voice nothing more than a whisper as she melts into his embrace. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I shouldn’t be afraid of you.”

  “I’m flattered, but I know you’re not flirting the way you usually are,” 

  She couldn’t help the laugh that pushed past her lips, reaching up to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes. 

  “But you should know that it’s still okay to be afraid,” Muerte sighs, “You’re not alone. Or I suppose-- you won’t be alone.”

  “Really?” She asks, feeling the exhaustion in her bones beginning to weigh down on her eyelids, Muerte’s warmth not helping at all. “Promise you’ll stay with me all the way to the underworld when I die?”

  Muerte could already tell how tired she was getting, picking her up in his arms as he did earlier that day and letting her rest her head against his shoulder, walking out of the pub and locking the door behind him.

  “I promise.”

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