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say-hi-intrepid-heroes · 4 months

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alright let’s go over the junior year clues we got in the rick perry documentary thing (disclaimer: i’ve definitely missed stuff, but i think i got the big things, feel free to reblog and add with stuff that i missed though)

[at the bottom of this post I've typed out the decipherable words that plan out some combats and NPCs from Rick's screen. it's the most interesting thing but it's super long so it's at the bottom under a cut]

We get a blurry look at some minis. I’m seeing at least the PC’s minis, as well as what looks like Baxter the Gryphon.

There’s some major shots of this battle. Includes a Baby mini, the Hangvan with some kind of laser canon on top, a stingray-esque monster that is likely Night Yorb (see below), something that looks like maybe an ice elemental or the crystal (see below), and some large bugs and shirtless people. Clearly set in the Red Wastes. Detailed info of the planning for this battle below.

One of the shots had reference boards in the background. One is clearly for the Hangvan (see earlier screencaps), but the other is unclear. It looks like it includes some sort of tennis or tennis-adjacent sport.

Confirmation that Mordred Manor is a set piece.

Finally, one shot showed Rick’s computer screen with some critical info about planning. I’ve put what I’ve been able to decipher below the screencaps. and under a cut, as it’s very long.

EP. 701 DEFEATING NIGHT YORB CHASE (RED WASTES) Hangvan, Night Yorb is giant flying Manta Ray thing? Rainbow road, being chased by night yorb while trying to throw crystal into portal. Crazy gun on rough [roof] that gorgug made, I can’t get a lock on it. Just need one last final thing to defeat night yorb. Red wastes, chasing the night yorb around, flying bats teleporting onto rough [roof] of van, NPC allies, Balthazar, two other cars they are in contact with, tiefling bakers or sidekicks are reveals Stormchaser twister, trying to get a lock onto it, Night Yorb is escaping the world. Maybe night yorb gets away, why didn [didn’t] you get it? And Balthazar died? Murph invented the Night Yorb. Don’t fuck with the Night Yorb. Exploded out of riz’s chest, needs to be dumb as hell. it’s the jabberwocky, it burbled, hugely terrifying, Horrifying cursed thing. Unending night for two months. Dragon sized, bigger than the Hang Van, 30’ wingspan Stars and moon. While the night yorb flies it is night and not day. Not malevolent force, but everything on earth will die Have giant ghost busters canon, Honey I shrunk the kids cannon Driver, mechanic, gunner, navigator (using SW 5e mechanics) Hang Man - Fabian motorcycle Tether is attached to night yorb, either magic or harpoon Night Yorb could out pace them. Could smash van. Cultist of the night yorb appearing on the road, mad max style ”The night yorb is our god” Red Wastes Cultists: Riding skeleton horses, classic fantasy cultists, Manta ray night yorb masks Sword and Sorcery vibes, MUSCELY, oiled, black leather, rings Shadow of Night Yorb Tether must be reeled in over 4 rounds Success Meter - 4 rounds or it escapes Pop up cultists in the middle of the road 4 maps Straight away, gully bridge crossing, rap popping up, giant portal It’s going to another world but if it gets away thats just as bad Ayada [Ayda?] thing built in. Chekov’s gun. Gun has cool helix of energy that is getting cranked in. Gun is on the back and on the hood is a binding circle that Adaine does. Cultists are making the portal. YORBIES if they catch it, it gets bound into the paint of their van Gun is gorgug’s stuff and circle is adaine 6 cultist perusing them, 4 or 5 at the portal, 1 or 2 back up Single person traps, Vulture with cactus MINIS: Night Yorb - Giant shadowy manta ray, inky black dripping, made of liquid, different underbelly, deep indigo or bone white. Made of shadows, dripping aberration, flat plane, long tail, two weird eyes coming off front on stalks. Second set of PCs TERRAIN: Red Wastes! NOTES: favorite crazy dnd monsters, beholder, [unclear word, bu…ette] Fungal Black light portal battle! Dr. Strange battle set, pseudo pods of elder pod night yorb, day glow run fragments, purple stone castle night yorb temple, floor is octopus made of shadows. Starting mid battle. [blank sections] PROJECTION: Counter here of some kind?

POTENTIAL LOCATIONS Basrar’s icecream shop? Mordred Manor Seacaster Manor [crossed out] Strong Tower Luxury Apartments SAT Prep class [screen cuts off]

EP. 704 DENTENTION [detention] STEALTH CHASE SEQUENCE/ QUIET LIBRARY/ Aguefort chase sequence? Combine sets interrupted by having to make it past a hall monitor Underwater? Books suspended floating, everything is affected by water Don’t wake daddy? Start in Library to get to Aguefort’s office Hallway Classroom Bathroom Lockerroom [blank sections] DYNAMIC ELEMENT: Water

CONCEPTS Dicks! SPIRITUAL GUARDIANS - Full service on minis, summons, etc Psycadelic fungal giant, black light, trippy, beautiful Revisiting old set [screen cuts off]

[fyi everything past this point was very blurry, so I could only decipher pieces here and there]

EP. 706 OUTDOOR CONCERT COACHELLA Music feature? Flaming [?], giant [?] [???] Fig and Gorgug on stage [???] Lighting effects, [???] Floating stage or something [???] Demons? PROJECTION: Lasers?

NPCS/ VILLAINS/ MONSTERS/ ETC. PORTER CLIFFBREAKER is secret servant of nightmare king tactical battlefield combat that [?] 2-3 times larger than PCs LED buried inside him [???] Porter was [???] basketball player [screen cuts off]

[the rest was too blurry to make out anything other than a blank section titled ROLE PLAY/ NEUTRAL BOARD and a section that seems to be for EP. 708 and says EXTRA with some blurry words after it]

#dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #brennan lee mulligan #fhjy #rick perry #dropout #fantasy high junior year

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ja3yun · 5 months

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The Sun That Always Burns | S.JY pt.5

sim jaeyun x afab!reader

warnings: smut(ish), mdni, cheating (i'm sorry), almost handjobs, heavy makeout, alcohol, serious longing, ynjake make stupid decisions, lmk if there is anything else.

wc: 4.7k+

synopsis: you and jake's high school relationship blossomed into a romance filled with hope and promise. However, as time went on, jake's long-term expectations began to weigh heavily on you, who struggled to meet them. your paths eventually lead you in separate directions, each experiencing different aspects of life and ultimately moving on from your past love. unexpectedly, fate intervened and you both reunite after years apart. the reunion allows you to rediscover your feelings for each other but also forces you to navigate the complexities of your past and present.

a/n: hey...hi...how we all doing. listen if you hate me after this chapter I get it </3. I did leave this on a cliffhanger but the next part is the finale! i love my little pookie yn she's trying her best she just can't handle her liquor (she's so real, so me). hope you all enjoy and see you for the finale next week!

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The shower hits off your skin as you finally have time to process everything that’s happened over the last few days; seeing Jaeyun again, coming to terms with his engagement, getting forgiveness from him, and his dad’s words. It’s a lot to process. The one thing you can’t seem to understand though is his and Yeoreum’s relationship. When you first arrived it was as if everything was sunshine and rainbows with the way she was talking. Her nonchalant way of saying he got over you quickly, how they’re soulmates, but that's not what his actions are saying and definitely not what they’re argument was eluding to. Your mind scrambles to piece it all together, like, maybe it’s different because you’re here and once the wedding is over and you leave they’ll go back to the way Yeoreum painted them.

But he kissed your hand. He made all those CDs of your old mixtapes. He told you he loved you.

The warm droplets act as a blanket around you providing comfort and warmth as you run your fingers through your wet and soapy hair. Thinking about him just made more memories rise to the surface. How when you got stressed with exams he would make you take a shower with him and he would innocently wash your hair for you. His fingers would rub your scalp as if to ease the pain your brain was in from cramming so many topics in it at once. With his chest flushed against your back, he raked his hands through your hair and made sure he didn’t miss a bit. “I’m practicing. For when we’re old and brittle and have to look after each other.” He would say so casually. That was the thing about Jaeyun, he always made you feel like no matter what happened, his love for you was eternal.

You turn the shower off and step carefully onto the mat, but as a chap sounds from the door you jump and almost lose your balance. Gripping tightly onto the counter to steady yourself you curse under your breath and wrap a towel around your body. “Yes?”

“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re going out tonight.” Eunseo’s pretty voice travels through the door. After confirming it was her you open the door and look at her confused. “Me, you, Heeseung, Jake, and Yeoreum are going out. Like a joint bachelor-bachelorette thingy.” She claps excitedly.

“Didn’t they already have their parties? You got really stressed when the inflatables you planned went to your elderly neighbour.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recall the incident. The delivery of nonsensical blowup dicks and penis straws went to Mrs. Kim, a 87-year-old lady, who lives next door to Eunseo and she, unfortunately, opened it. Their relationship was never the same.

Eunseo scowls at the thought, “Please don’t remind me, she thinks I’m a sex pest or something now.” Her hand raised to stop you from saying any further as she carried on, “But this is just to let loose. After that walk and shit, I think they need it.” Nodding you agree and she smiles, “Then get ready! I’ve looked out your fit.” That could only mean one thing: you were going to be cold tonight.

After getting dressed you trail behind Eunseo you walk into the living room to find the rest waiting for you both which seems to be a theme this past week. Eunseo apologises like she always does and then hurries everyone as if she isn’t the reason the taxi fare is already up by £20.

Heeseung puts his hand on the small of your back, leaning down to whisper, “You look so good. If there wasn’t a bro code…” he trails off and leaves it there with a cheeky smile. To be honest you felt hot, probably the hottest you have in any of your best friend’s clothes. She had looked out a black corset top with lacey detailing at the side, a white mini skirt with perfectly placed black bows on either side of your hips, and black thigh-high boots that were not the easiest to get on. This outfit called for your hair to be curled and eyeliner so sharp that it could open envelopes.

Nudging him you laugh and keep walking, “You couldn’t handle it.” You playfully sway your hips and Heeseung pretends to fall to his knees, a hand clutching his chest. When little moments like this happen, the world suddenly feels like it’s aligned. Like you had your old life back.

The taxi drive is short, and full of chatter and excitement. Yeoreum and Jaeyun seem to have made up, or at least enough to fake it for the journey, her laughter and his hand on her thigh being your indications.

The club is busy, filled with people your age and younger just trying to get drunk. Thursdays are always the best day to go out; it’s cheaper and has a more student-based clientele than on a Saturday when creepy men in their 40s come out from the shadows. Eunseo flashes her signature smile and you guys are let in without any hesitation. You look at her skimpy outfit and think that might have helped the situation.

Music and heat hit you all at once and it’s overwhelming but in the best way possible. The musky smell of alcohol and smoke from the machines feels like a time machine back to your second year of college, a mixture of shame and fondness washing over you as you remember the many hook-ups and walks of shame you did.

Eunseo grabs your hand and raises it as she leads you to the bar to get the first of too many drinks tonight. She orders two double vodkas with lemonade and two baby guinnesses, they've become your favourites over the years. As the bartender goes to make them she turns to you, “Are you going to make your move on Heeseung tonight?” A loud sharp laugh leaves your mouth at her question, she really wasn’t letting this go.

“Eunseo, he isn’t my type I have told you this.” The shots come first and you clink it on the bar and shoot it down. “He’s hot but I’m not interested.”

“Those two sentences don’t go together, babe. And what’s one night? You’ve been with plenty of uglier men than him.” Her eyes are on Heeseung at the other side of the bar, buying drinks for him and the bride and groom.

“I don’t know,” You desperately try to come up with an excuse as to why you won’t fuck him. It’s a boundary you can’t cross but if you tell her that you need to tell her about you and Jaeyun’s history. Your drinks are now in front of you both and you use that as the perfect excuse, “Come on, let’s dance.”

One hand holding your drink and the other holding Eunseo’s hand you lead her to a spot and start to move your hips to the music, letting all the tension you’ve felt go. A genuine smile creeps on your face and you down your drink. And another. And another.

Shots. Doubles. Test tubes. Cocktails. You’re surprised you’re still standing.

The lights are blurred as you laugh at nothing, jumping around and splashing your drink on innocent bystanders along the way. Eunseo is off finding herself a suitor for the night so it leaves you on your own for a while. That is until familiar hands make their way to your hips and hold you still.

Your head slowly turns around, scared that if you go too fast you might vomit. A concerned look from Jaeyun is what you are met with as he speaks to you but with the music and your drunkenness you can’t hear him, instead, you wrap your arms around his neck and giggle like you’re in high school again after seeing his face. “Jaeyun.” His name comes out with a laugh, “Come to dance with me?” Your head tilts, your eyes shut, and your mouth pouts.

“Y/N, come on sit down with us.” His head nods to the booth his fiance and best man are sitting at, their eyes on you both. Sober you would agree and keep your distance, but drunk you is in charge and you know fine well how that goes. She doesn’t make your life that easy.

“Baby” you whine, “One dance? Pretty please?” Your bottom lip hides your top one and Jaeyun almost falls to his knees. You’re so cute like this he could eat you up, or eat you out if he was in different circumstances. His eyes dart to Heeseung in a pleading manner and he seems to catch the gist, pulling Yeoreum to the bar for another drink.

Jaeyun gives in. “One dance, and then you’re sitting down.” His hands gently squeeze your hips like he used to when he was warning you.

“On your lap?” A smirk slips onto your face and your free hand plays with his hair.

Jaeyun blows out air and looks up to the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. “No, Y/N.” He speaks to the sky before finding the courage to speak directly at you again, “On a seat.”

You were making this so difficult for him, if it wasn’t your outfit it was the reckless way you were behaving as if his fiance wasn’t just meters away. The skirt that was already short was now basically halfway up your ass and his hands longed to be placed there. You’re the bain of his existence and all his morals in this moment.

You bring your hands back to your chest, clutching the drink and downing it before throwing the plastic away and reaching up, doing some sort of dancing but to Jaeyun it’s more like one of those animal mating calls. You’re calling him to you and he’s seconds away from answering. His hands let go of your waist and hover over your arm, “Come on, let’s go sit dow-”

“You promised one dance and I have yet to see you dance Mr. Sim.” Your words slur but the tone is authoritative yet playful. Awkwardly, he grants your wish and dances with you, aware of where is appropriate to touch and what’s not but when you grab his hands to place them on your ass he squeezes impulsively, bringing you closer to him. “That’s it.” You say so innocently but it has his two heads fuzzy with need.

“Princess, we can’t dance like this.” Despite his words his hands never leave your backside. Here comes that pout again decorating your face and your eyes twinkle.

“But I’ve been a good girl.”

Oh fuck.

Jaeyun growls and squeezes your plump cheeks, the action pressing his cock against your lower abdomen. You jump a little asking for him to pick you up like you used to do and his mind is so overcome with desire for you his hands slide to the back of your thighs and hoist you up. Smiling proudly you look down at him, now slightly taller from the height he’s holding you, you lean into his neck and brush your glossy lips over his sensitive spot. Even after all these years and with more alcohol in your system than an aunt at Christmas you’re still aware of Jaeyun’s likes and wants.

Jaeyun carries you to the back of the club which was basically in pure darkness, the only light coming from the emergency exit sign and a passing strobe light. Every sensible fiber of his being is lost, the only coherent thought he has is to listen to his heart calling out for you.

He perches you up on the thin bar that’s screwed into the wall, the metal cold against your skin but at this moment you couldn’t care less. Your lips are now on his neck, kissing your way down to his shoulder and his chest rumbles with a moan. “Princess I’ve missed you so much.” His hands hold you steady, thumb rubbing against the lace on your corset.

“Missed you more.” You puff out, eyes locking onto his. “I love you”. The phrase slips out of your mouth purposefully for the first time in 4 years and Jaeyun’s eyes flash with something, something electric and his mouth is on yours quicker than lightning. His lips that you’ve craved finally find their way back home to you. “I love you so much.” You whisper, your lips always connected.

Grabbing his t-shirt you pull him in closer, scared that if you loosen your grip he’ll be gone forever. He feels your desperate touch and his tongue swipes against your bottom lip as he grinds his hips into your core. He uses your moaning as a gateway into your mouth, his tongue exploring around and coming into contact with your soft kitten licks. Just as before, a growl leaves him, kissing you so passionately and deeply. “Love you so fucking much, baby.”

His words fuel you to lose all sense of control and your hands slide down his torso to his jeans, pawing over his concealed cock. You missed Jaeyun more than anything, and god did you miss his dick and how it was tailor-made just for you.

As your hands slip into his jeans he stops kissing you and looks at you deep into your soul, begging for it, and then he really looks at you. You’re drunk, eyes glazed, you might not remember this, or worse, regret it. He's also doing the one thing he promised never to do to any woman. Cheat. His heart stops as he comes to terms with what he has to do.

“Princess, we can’t.” Reluctantly he grabs your arm and pulls it, the warmth of your palm gone, leaving his cock twitching and aching for you. You’re confused, looking between your hand and his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” The innocent question paired with your bambi eyes almost has him saying no and letting this continue but he shakes his head and holds your hand in his.

“Never. You’re such a good girl, yeah?” You smile and go to touch him again but he grabs your face with his hands, the action stopping you. “We just can’t.” You whisper a small ‘why?’ almost inaudible, “Because, baby, you’re drunk and this is complicated. I want you so much, please don’t think I don’t.” He assures you as he sees the tears fill your eyes. His lips kiss yours again and he’s playing with fire but if tomorrow you sober up and don’t speak to him again, he has to have one last kiss.

He picks you up and places you down so your feet are on the sticky club ground. “Let’s get you back to the house, okay Princess?” He whispers and turns around but your small hand is suddenly on his cheek, guiding it to face you. “What is it, love?” his hand lays over yours as he melts into your touch.

“Please don’t marry her.”

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A dull pain spreads across your forehead as the sun infiltrates the room rudely awakening you. There is a taste in your mouth but you can’t quite place it, it’s strange yet familiar. You don’t remember much, and what you do remember is blurry and without a timeline. There were shots, vodkas, and dancing, these are the only memories you have.

Looking around the room with squinted eyes you try to adjust to the light, it’s warm and you’re sweating which makes you feel disgusting and sticky. A groan leaves your lips and that’s when Eunseo turns to you, the first time you’ve noticed her since your sleep was disturbed. Her face is stern as her body swivels in the chair to face you.

“Good night?” She says bitterly. Oh, you’ve definitely done something wrong. Quick, think about everything, shots, too many more shots, dancing, a dark room? You shake your head to align your thoughts but nothing is coming. Eunseo scoffs and strides over to your bed, sitting down on the end of the bed. “You really don’t remember?” Her tone is accusatory with a glint of sass. Now you really had to think about what she was referring to.

“Um, I remember you going to hook up with that tall guy with the pretty lips?” Maybe you could get her to speak about that instead of whatever awful thing you had done.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as the hangxiety kicked in tenfold. “Think harder.” She demands, her whole body now facing you with her legs tucked under her, “When I was hooking up with the hottie?”

Think.

“I-” You had no answer for her, maybe after a couple of paracetamol and some coffee you could then hazard a guess but for now it was a distant memory buried under the alcohol that is admittedly still in your veins. “Eunseo what did I do?”

The question causes silence and the room has tension so thick not even a knife could slice through it. “Are you really sure you don’t remember?” She’s mad. Really mad.

Okay, so you got to the bar, had drinks, got drunk, danced with people, kissed Jaeyun, got in a tax-

Kissed Jaeyun.

That’s the taste in your mouth. It’s him. Dancing with him, kissing him, touching him, craving every inch of him, and Eunseo knows. She saw it.

Your rapid heartbeat is going so fast you think it’s stopped. Your face shifts from confusion to guilt and shock. “See! Now you remember! Please explain yourself.” You couldn’t. There was no excuse to be said without blurting out every detail of your life and more importantly, your life with Jaeyun.

Stuttering you look around wondering if there is any way to escape this conversation, maybe a secret passage that you can teleport from. Unfortunately for you, there wasn’t a way out. You had made your bed so now you have to lay in it. “Eunseo I-”

“No you know what, let me speak.” She stands up and clasps her hands together, “I can forgive you, just tell me you were so drunk you thought it was someone else, please.”

“It’s more complicated-” She cut you off again.

“I know he’s hot, okay? But to kiss my sister’s fiance like that, you don’t have any shame huh?” Her tone is spiteful as she spits at you trying to wrack up any rationality that you can muster.

“Eunseo please just listen to me.” I stand up and reach for her but she pulls away. Her demeanor is standoffish as she places her left hand on her hip. “It’s so much more than you think.”

“Oh, what? It was love at first sight? You thought it was Heeseung? Taking advantage of the fact they’re fighting?” A step forward from her has you stepping back, “Fucking tell me, Y/N because I am struggling deeply here.”

“He’s my ex.”

Her body stills, her hands laid flat in front of her as she processes your words. “Not your ex that…” she trails off thinking, her eyes following an invisible pattern on the ceiling as she tries to work it out, “Not that ex you spoke about? Surely not?”

Every inch of you wants to pretend it isn’t. Pretend that it's another fling and it means nothing to you but as you stare into your best friend's eyes you realise you can’t lie to her, not anymore.

“That ex.” You breathe out and sit down. “Eunseo, please hear me out.”

The thing about Eunseo is that she has always been understanding but as her gaze burns into yours you wonder if she’ll be so kind. Her weight sits next to you as she sighs and it’s your opportunity to speak. “When you invited me, I didn’t know. I didn’t know Jaeyun would walk in beside Yeoreum.” Your voice is pleading with her to believe you but her face remains the same so you continue, “I was so drunk last night I think instincts kicked in. I shouldn’t have kissed him.”

She scoffs, “What was your plan, hm? Did you see him and go ‘oh yeah I’ll get him back easy’”

“Never. It has never been on my radar. It was the drink. I-”

Eunseo interrupts you by sticking her hand in your face, “You still love him, don’t you?” You can’t even look at her, just the swirling mix of her words and the memory of Yeoreum during her argument with Jaeyun swirling in your mind.

You nod, “Listen, I am not trying to break them up, me and Jaeyun haven’t spoken much. We’ve reconciled and that’s about it.” It wasn’t completely a lie, you wouldn’t tell her about the whispered I love you he shared when you saw him on the first night, or the mixtapes and handholding, she didn’t have to know. “I’m not breaking up this marriage.”

“Wow, so kind of you,” Eunseo scoffs, “Listen, I love you but I need you out of here.” Her tone is less venomous but still pointed. “Your relationship with him, from what Yeoreum has told me about his ex, isn’t simple. It’s deep. It’s dangerous to my sister’s happiness, and she will always be my priority.” Your best friend’s face is hard yet holds a fondness in it.

“I understand that, I wanted to leave earlier I just didn’t know when the right time was.”

“Now.” She stands up and crosses her arms as she faces you, “Now is the right time, Y/N. The longer you’re here the longer I have to worry about Yeoreum being left at the alter.”

“Eunseo he won’t-”

“Of course he fucking will, Y/N. He would leave my sister for you. That has been made perfectly clear.”

Wait. The argument Mr. Sim tore you away from, that’s what she was meaning. “What are you talking about?” You feign ignorance hoping she knows more than you do which seemingly it does. “What did he say?”

“He said enough. Look, Y/N,” She pinches her eyebrows, “I love you, and I know deep within me this isn’t your fault but please, go home. For me. For Yeoreum.”

You suck in your bottom lip to stop you from crying. If you lose Eunseo you’ll be right back to where you used to be, alone because of your own stupid mistakes. You rub your hands on your thigh and breathe out slowly, gathering your thoughts and calculating your next moves. There is animosity and hurt in the air and it breaks you. “Eunseo I-”

“I know, Y/N. But please. Don’t take Jake away from my sister.”

“What Jaeyun and I had, it’s so…” Pausing you stand and look at her, “It’s so difficult to explain. I don’t need you to forgive me, but please don’t tell anyone.” Your voice is above a whisper as you plead with her, “If you’re the only one who knows please keep it that way. He loves your sister and he is so happy. That is all I’ve ever wanted.”

A sorrow flashes over Eunseo’s face as you sob. No one in this world will understand the love between you and Jaeyun, not until they’ve experienced it themselves. You make your way around the room and gather your things, ready to leave him once again.

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Unbeknownst to you, two doors down Heeseung and Jaeyun are having a similar conversation. You seem to be the topic of conversation the day before the wedding, just like Heeseung had warned you of.

Jaeyun is sitting on the bed Yeoreum refused to sleep in last night, his eyes tired as he tells Heeseung the details of what transpired last night. “She asked me not to marry Reum.” He breathes out slowly.

Heeseung’s body turns slowly, his eyes wide and head at a slant. His flabber has been gasted and as he looks at his best friend’s sullen look he only has one question. “And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’?” Jaeyun’s voice is defensive like the answer should be obvious, but really he just wants to use this chance so Heeseung will tell him what to do. He loves you so much so that as soon as you asked him not to marry Yeoreum he almost instantly broke the wedding off. But he’s not that cruel, he knows there are too many people that will be hurt. If he really was going to call off this wedding he had to do it as respectfully as possible.

But did he even want to call off the wedding? Yeoreum needed him.

“I mean 'and' are you going to cancel the wedding?” Heeseung’s words prevent Jaeyun from answering internally. “Yeoreum isn’t exactly speaking with you right now, she was putting on a brave face in the club but look,” he gestures to the still-made bed, “She can’t even sleep in the same room as you. And you literally can’t see anything but Y/N when she’s around. I don't know what you said when you argued with her but it must have been bad.”

“I’m fucked, Hee.” Jaeyun plants his face into his hands and rubs vigorously into his eyes, trying to shake up his brain to make sense of it all. “Reum asked me yesterday after the walk if I would leave her for my ex.”

The sentence piqued Heeseung’s interest once again, and he wondered what his friend would have confessed. He doesn’t say a word, opting to slowly sit next to Jaeyun. “I-” Jaeyun starts to speak again, “I told her...” The pause is a cause of concern and Heeseung leans forward to try and make eye contact with Jaeyun.

“Jake do NOT tell me you told her you’d leave her high and dry for Y/N?” Heeseung’s hands are gripped to his knees as he holds his breath. The stillness and lack of response were enough of an indication of what happened for Heeseung to shut his eyes and sigh, “What the fuck are you thinking? That’s cold, mate.”

“I don’t fucking know, Hee. I love Yeoreum, she helped me over the past few years to finally get back to a state where I felt like part of myself again-”

“Do you love her?” Looking straight into Jaeyun’s eyes, Heeseung asks a question that has been on his mind since the moment he found out Jaeyun proposed. “Answer me this honestly, did you propose to her because you thought it would help you move on from Y/N? Or because you genuinely love her?”

Their eyes are communicating silently. That wasn’t true, he really loved Yeoreum and he wanted to marry her because they were in love, not because it felt like a fast-track way to get over you. Right? Jaeyun thinks hard.

“Let me tell you what I think.” The oldest speaks up again, “I think you asked her to marry you because you thought settling with her would make you forget about Y/N.” Jaeyun’s face scrunched up, confused by his best friend’s words.

“That’s no-”

“Answer me honestly, Jake.” Heeseung is trying his best to let Jaeyun see the truth, to finally put some sense into him. Jaeyun knows there has always been tension between his fiance and best friend, ever since they met it was like there was a wall between them no matter how many times Jaeyun tried to get them closer. But despite his quibble with Yeoreum, Heeseung wouldn’t say this for anything. And it’s not the first time he’s heard it either.

“You know I’ll support you, but you need to think about this. Think out what you truly want.”

He recalls a conversation he and his dad had with him a few weeks after he announced he was engaged.

“Son, this is pretty fast. Are you sure?” His dad kept a stoic expression and his tone of voice was stale. Jaeyun simply nodded and smiled before telling him ‘It’s what makes sense.’. With that, his dad heaved out a breath, “But is it what you want?”

“Of course it is!” Jaeyun’s voice was raised, “You don’t think I want to marry her? Why would I propose if I didn’t?” A knowing look from his father shut him up almost instantly.

“Jaeyun, listen to me seriously, marriage isn’t going to help you get over Y/N.” Jaeyun stands up. “Dad, I am over her.”

His dad shakes him by the shoulders, “You will never be over Y/N. And that’s okay, but that means this marriage to Yeoreum won’t make you forget, won’t help you the way you think it will. Seriously consider my words before this gets out of control.”

Heeseung waits for him to process his words, staying silent to give him time. He wanted nothing more than his best friend’s happiness. If you asked him a week ago, he would never have said anything, let Jaeyun go through with the marriage because at least he is somewhat content, finally living his life without you. But now that you’re back and he sees how obviously you and Jaeyun still crave one another, he needs Jaeyun to seriously think about tomorrow.

“Heeseung,” His breath catches in his throat before he utters the next words, “I need her.”

#aj writes #enha smut #enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #jake x reader #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #the next chapter is...#you're either gonna love it or hate it besties

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hi love!! i was wondering if i could put in a request for a hazel callahan fic where reader is chronically ill and is in a bad flare up so she hasn’t been to school in a few days so hazel comes over to take care of her and there’s just lots of fluff and cuddling <333

pairing: hazel callahan x chronically ill!fem!reader

a/n: I went and did a little research, and I hope I do this justice babe <33 please enjoy!

summary: you’re going through a bad flare up; you haven’t been to school in a while. hazel, your girlfriend, shows up at your doorstep with essential oils and snacks.

word count: 1,047 words / 5,645 characters

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hazel was standing at her locker, pulling books and a backpack out of the long blue storage unit of a closet.

you hadn’t been in school the last few days; she could assume why. she knew of your illness; it wasn’t a secret you kept. you weren’t embarrassed about it, by any means, it was part of what she loved about you so god damn much. your confidence, your positivity.. they were things she didn’t have all the time. she admired you. as both a partner and a friend.

she practically slammed her locker shut, turning away with her backpack hanging on by one strap on her shoulder. she headed outside the school, the frosty wind hitting her face. she sighed, sprinkles of snow dancing on her hair and eyebrows. you always loved the snow; shame you weren’t to see it with her.

an idea pricked her mind.. she wanted to see you so, so bad. but was it right to go to your house, if you weren’t feeling well? she'd texted you, but you hadn’t responded. not that she excepted you to!

yet she still desperately wanted to care for you and love on you as much as she could; if that would make you feel better. she would do anything to make that happen.

hazel headed back to her own house, slipping in the house just to brush right past her mom and go to her room. she tossed her backpack on her desk chair, flopping down on her bed. she stared at the celling for what felt like hours; to which it was really only, tops, maybe thirty minutes.

her head was racing a million miles a minute.

how much pain were you in? was she wasting time just sitting here, when she could be there with you, easing your pain?

she groaned, rubbing her heads over her eyes. she jumped up out of her bed, grabbing her backpack again. she piled lavender essential oils into the bag, turning to a basket full of snacks. your favorite snacks, might she add, that she kept in her room for when you came over.

she piled those into her bag, too, and slung it over her shoulder again. grabbing her phone, she shoved it into her hoodie. which she'd probably have to remove later anyways because she planned to give her hoodie to you.

she sped down the steps, right past her mom again—who attempted to talk to her, but she swiftly ignored her and headed right out the front door.

your house, was luckily, not far from hers. it was maybe a block down; so she just opted to walk rather than waste her cars gas. that shit was getting expensive, anyways.

once at your house, she gazed at your front door for a minute. plain white door with a black circle window; the glass stained with color which she knew was all you.

she walked up to the door, knocking gently.

when a woman who wasn’t you answered the door, she put on her best smile, in case this woman was a doctor or someone who had been checking on you—or worse—your mother.

“ah,” the woman tapped her fingers against the door. “your (y/n)’s girlfriend, right? hazel?”

“uh, yup! o-one and only,” she chuckled nervously, her grip tightening on her bag strap.

“breathe. I’m her older sister,” she laughed, moving aside to let hazel in. “she’s upstairs in her room. not feelin’ too well.”

“yeah… I assumed,” hazel sighed, thanking her and heading up the stairs. a door that was covered in swatches of paint read “(y/n)’s room” painted in glitter rainbows and stars.

she smiled. she knocked with the back of her knuckles on the door, peering inside. the door wasn’t fully shut, cracked open a little—she assumed it was so people could check on you.

you were lying on your bed, your frame curled up against your pillows. your face was scrunched up in pain, your hair tied into a messy bun. your hands were straddling the pillow as if you were holding on for dear life. you had your headphones in, and couldn’t hear her.

“(y/n).. baby..?” she calls out to you, making your eyes open wide. you tug out your headphones, looking so relived to see hazel standing in your doorway.

“hazel!” you smiled as bright as you could, your expression still pained yet very happy to see her.

“hi, honey,” she smiles back, slipping into your room. she closed the door behind her, dropping the bag beside your door. “not feelin’ the best, I guess?”

“y-yeah, not at all,” you flinch, your body squirming in pain, “took some pain meds.. did some exercise, I-it didn’t really help much.”

“would cuddles make you feel better?” she cocked her head a little, raising an eyebrow.

“much better,” you slowly open your arms, making a grabbing motion at hazel.

she laughs at your gesture, tugging her black hoodie over her head. she’s left in a sports bra only; tossing the hoodie to you. you caught it with a smile, slipping it over your head.

she bent down to grab her back, dropping it beside the bed so you could reach it comfortably. she climbed in behind you, wrapping her arms tight around your waist. she held you close, pressing your back into her chest.

you plug your headphones back in, offering one to hazel. she does the same as you; pressing a kiss against your collarbone. she slowly and tenderly took your hand placing kisses from your hand to your arm. you were a beauty to be worshipped; and she would do just that for you.

“your too sweet, actually,” you chuckle, crunching on what looked to be a bag of pretzels. “how did I get so lucky, huh?”

she laughs back, pressing a soft kiss against your jaw.

“how did you get so lucky?” she scoffs, “how did I get so lucky! i mean, look at you, and than look at me. I’m like a lowly peasant and your a fucking goddess.”

you snicker, “your not a peasant!” you pat her head. “if I’m a goddess.. well your a goddesses girlfriend, than. see? not a peasant.”

she nuzzled into your neck, closing her eyes in the warmth, “guess I am, huh…”

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#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #fic #fanfic #request #asked and answered

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PAC: What Should You Do for Spring Break?

For my college babes who need ideas on what to do for the next couple of days or next month, I got you with this one! This marks one of two posts being made today! Yayyy! Without further ado, please pick your pile.

Left-to-Right: (1-3)

Pile 1: Pile One, you need to play it cool for your spring break. I feel like you really just need to let loose. Flirt a little. I see the wing of an airplane in my third eye, which lets me know that you should book a last minute flight. Try to go to a place that’s not a hot spot. Where do you feel called to? I also think you do some exploring within your city. Take a mini road trip! I specifically see a bar at night but with dancing, square dancing. Do any of you live in Texas? If not, you should take a road trip down to Texas! This is for a very select group of you, but you should elope with your significant other. It sounds crazy but your ancestral team supports it. If you’re single and ready to mingle, then you should go on a date. Perhaps a sip and paint? Maybe go to a lounge? I see a stable relationship forming from this date. You should go to a sporting event, if you can score some tickets! I saw a bowling ball, so you should definitely go bowling as well. And lastly, you should do something that helps you recalibrate like go to a spa! You deserve it girl!

Cards Used: Queen of Cups, Page of Wands, 2 of Discs, Temperance, King of Discs, Ace of Cups, The Hierophant, Queen of Wands.

Signs: Pisces, Aries, Virgo, Sagittarius, Taurus.

extras: “youngin.” bounce back. rainbows. nickleback. forty ounces. legs. promenade. bad memory. punta canta. tallahassee. white chicks. grimace. kissy face.

Pile 2: Pile Two, you need to retreat. I feel like you’ve been separating yourself from the crowd for a reason. You definitely need to be by yourself at this time. Take some time out for yourself and just relax. I don’t think this pile does this often, so you should take a smoke break. I saw the meme of that girl talking about conspiracy theories while smoking a blunt lmao. I also heard the word “cleansing”, so you should definitely take the time to release any past energies. Let it all go. Honestly, if you’re in a relationship, it’s time to leave it in the past. I do see that it’ll be a mutual decision so no one will really be broken hearted. Some things simply just run its course. Refrain from doing anything impulsive, it will backfire. I think that you should also spend more time with your family (chosen or biological). You tend to take them for granted & you need those moments to bond with them. Focus on setting goals for the springtime. You have a lot that you want to accomplish and it won’t get done if you don’t take action.

Cards Used: Queen of Cups, 7 of Discs, 10 of Cups, The Moon (RX), Eight of Cups, The Fool (RX), The Lovers (RX), Ace of Discs, 7 of Cups.

Signs: Leo, Gemini, Aries, Capricorn, Virgo.

extras: normani. LAX. number 7. walking on water. valerie. virus. calling an 800 number. rotating dial. pleasure seeker.

Pile 3: Pile Three, this is the perfect time to get situated. Start spring cleaning so that you can get rid of those loose ends. Do any tedious chores that you've been procrastinating on. Cut your grass. Wipe/dust your walls. Clean out your refrigerator. Another thing that you can do is write letters to your future self and hide them. I feel like this pile is wondrous and always like to plan ahead. So why not put your hopes of the future all on one page? Pile Three, you need to be comfortable with just doing nothing at times as well. I think that after all of this cleaning, you owe it to yourself to be a couch potato. You aren’t a slacker if you just sit down and crack open a bag of potato chips to watch Orange is the New Black. It just makes you human. But after all of this, you could also make an appointment with a spiritual advisor to get a spiritual cleansing or get a tarot reading from them, specifically someone who is new to you. If you do not have access to a spiritual advisor, give yourself a spiritual bath or an egg cleanse. It is best to make new connections at this time, specifically with those who have friends in higher places if you know what I mean. I channeled Dr. Facilier from The Princess and the Frog. And lastly, what you could do during spring break is implement new workout habits. This could be going to the gym, taking daily walks, finding a yoga routine, going to a pilates class, hiking or even taking a kickboxing class. Spirit wants you to not be super inactive during this break. It’s called balance. You need to learn how to not be so extreme, Pile Three. You can walk and chew bubble gum at the same time, you know?

Cards Used: The Emperor, The Fool, The High Priestess, 10 of Discs, 4 of Cups, The Hermit (RX), 7 of Wands, The Sun.

Signs: Aries, Capricorn, Libra, Gemini, Sagittarius.

extras: lovely day. “pardon me.” obsession with teyana taylor. abs. long natural nails. fiber intake. dog fur. headband wig. “shawty.” spooky. virginia. love letters. less fortunate. excess. lonely spell. castaways.

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A Glimpse of Us | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!WSO!reader (Call sign: Arrow)

Word count: 2033

Summary: Ever wondered why everyone in the room fell silent when Rooster said that 'the only place Jake will lead someone is an early grave'? Well, here's the story.

Warnings: DEATH, aircraft accident, blood, angst, so much angst, mentions of anxiety, allusion to depression, idk y'all this one breaks hearts.

Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74 @smells-like-perfect-senses

A/N: So I said how much do you want me to break your heart? And @purplevortexx said yes. This is the result.

The only place you’ll lead anyone is to an early grave

In the navy, there are unwritten rules:

No one is left behind, unless there’s no choice.

Your squad is your family; you can always rely on them.

And no one brings up what happened to Arrow.

With that comment, Rooster has just rubbed salt into the wound. Coyote and Phoenix look at Hangman, waiting for his reaction. He waves it off, teasing Rooster, trying to get him back. But the two aviators know better than that. Jake leaves the bar soon after that, his head filled with images of the accident.

Arrow was Jake’s backseater. The call sign, given by the rest of the academy members because of her perfect aim, was one of the things Hangman admired about her. She was funny, witty, dreamy, and a hell of a WSO.

She fell first, but he fell harder.

The two of them became inseparable. They weren’t anything alike, but they complemented each other. Arrow usually stopped Hangman before his jokes went too far. Hangman left post-it notes in the mirror whenever he couldn’t stay to spend the night.

She painted rainbows when his days were blue. She was the only one he could trust.

Arrow was the first person he trusted to talk about his fears. He always felt like he wasn't enough. He tried to hide it with his sarcasm, but when he was alone at night, in the darkness of his room, all those bad thoughts, fears, and anxiety about not living up to his family's expectations flooded him. He couldn’t sleep. He had tried all the possible options.

It got to the point where he drank until he passed out. But the hangover the next day was too much to handle. When he asked her for help, she didn’t judge him. She didn’t mock him. She just smiled and asked him if he wanted to stay at her house that night. It turns out that she was the only thing he needed.

Her arms embraced him all night. The sweet essence of her shampoo after she got out of the shower became his favorite perfume. The fluffiness of her pajamas was like the most perfect blanket. It was the first night in many years that he slept for hours.

And that’s when he knew she was the one.

Jake asked her to be his girlfriend the next morning. She was so in love with him that she didn’t hesitate for a second. Why would she? He was the perfect man. He always had a hand on the small of her back whenever they were in a crowded room, knowing that sometimes she got overwhelmed. He covered the corner of the tables with his hand whenever she dropped her fork, not wanting her to bump her head by accident. In those nights when he couldn’t sleep even when she tried her best, he would tip-toe to her desk, careful not to wake her up, and write the most beautiful words in letters that he hid in her makeup drawer, in her gym bag, in her car...

It was the things that his grandpa did with his grandma. He had always wanted to find a love as pure as the one they had. And he found it. He wanted to keep it forever.

They were assigned to a mission in the mountains. Nothing too risky, just the usual. Hangman had a plan for this. It was their anniversary. One year together. They intended to take a few days off, stay in a hotel, and rest. Enjoy the view; maybe walk by the beach while the moonlight shone in her beautiful eyes. But duty called, and they had to answer.

That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to carry out his plan.

The mission was a success, and they were turning the aircraft around to go back to the carrier when an enemy aircraft appeared out of nowhere. It was below radar; it was impossible for any of the four F-18s in the squad to react. The bandit went straight for Hangman’s aircraft, and before the rest of the squad could act, three other lights popped on the radar. Four against four. That meant only one thing.

A dog fight all the way back home.

Jake performed every maneuver he had ever been taught, as well as some of his own invention. He tried to get rid of the bandit; he tried to ask for help but knew that it was impossible. All his other members were in the same situation. Jake yelled to the radio officer to send backup their way. It would take a few minutes; he had to keep everyone alive. His squad members. His backseater.

The love of his life.

“Jake, Phoenix is in danger,” Arrow said, tossing in her seat to look at Phoenix’s aircraft.

As if the situation couldn’t be worse, the female aviator’s voice came through the radio. “I’m out of flares. I need help!”

“Shit. Where’s the backup?” Jake asked.

“Two minutes away” was the answer he got.

“We don’t even have thirty seconds,” Arrow said. And Jake gritted his teeth in anger, knowing that she was right.

“Arrow, we only have one round of flares left”

Her air came out in a shaky breath. “Go”

He knew, as well as she did, that if they helped her, they would have to eject from the aircraft. They would be in front of that bandit, with zero chance of avoiding them. Jake felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had to save his team members. Even if that meant putting the woman he loved in front of a missile.

Jake pulled a cobra maneuver, putting himself above Phoenix’s plane. Arrow released the flares, and the missile that was locked on Nat’s aircraft, exploded right behind them. Jake miscalculated, he was closer to the explosion than he thought. The engines got hit by the shrapnel.

He could hear her terrified yelling when they went down. He tried to restart the engines, but it was futile. They had to eject. One second later, Jake was grabbing the harness of his opened parachute while looking around to look for Arrow.

He was the only one there.

She never made it off the plane.

He pulled the handles around to follow the path of the plane. Jake crashed into a vast plain, and the plane in front of him was completely destroyed. He ran to it after he cut off the lines that connected him to the parachute. She was inside; her face, which always lit up with a smile whenever he was nearby, was covered in blood. He carried her out of there, even if he knew that he wasn’t supposed to move her.

Honestly, he couldn’t care less.

“Hey, hey, darling. Open your eyes for me. I need you to look at me” he begged her with tears in his eyes as he left her on the ground.

She could barely open her eyes, but she raised a hand in search of him. “Jakey?”

"Yeah, my love," he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He knew how much effort it took her to just call out his name. He wouldn’t be able to save her. “I’m here with you”

She coughed, blood dripping from her mouth. “I’m sorry”

He shook his head, his hand angrily wiped his tears away. “Don’t be sorry for anything, love. It’s my fault”

“I’m gonna die on our anniversary,” she managed to say before another round of coughing brought more blood to her mouth. She didn’t have much time left.

He touched his pockets, looking around for a tiny, blue velvet box that he had planned to give her once they landed in the carrier. “You’re not gonna die. And I'm so sure of it that I'm going to ask you to marry me," he said, opening the box with unsteady hands and showing her the lovely ring he had purchased for her. “What do you say?”

She nodded with difficulty, and he slid the ring onto his stained finger. “I love you, Mrs Seresin”

“I’m not taking your last name,” she said, making him laugh and cry more.

“Of course you are,” he kissed her forehead, noticing that her eyes were unfocused and she was moving less and less. “Honey? Stay with me. You can’t leave me”

“I love you,” she said before her body stopped moving, and she closed one last time.

He sat there for hours with her lifeless body in his arms. He doesn’t remember how much time passed until the rescue team appeared to get them. Phoenix told him that the paramedics had to sedate him because he wouldn’t let go of her body. He even said that he wanted to be buried with her. Jake didn’t want to live without Arrow.

Phoenix and Coyote helped him for months. They had to force him to eat, to get out of bed, and to shower. He wasn’t himself. That is, until he found one letter hidden inside his winter boots. It seems like before she died, she left small letters around the house, just like he did.

The envelope said: “If I ever leave you”

My love,

I hope you never have to read this letter. I have been hiding these letters around the house for a few days now. This one I’ll give to Coyote. He will place it somewhere if something ever happens to me. I know you gave one to Phoenix; she told me. It’s only fair that I write one to you.

You are my soulmate. I’ve never believed in them. I never imagined that there could be someone who was created to love you and be loved by you. Until I met you. You’re everything I've been missing, everything I need, and everything I wanted. And if you’re reading this now, it means I’m gone.

I don't know how it happened, but I can see your sad face in my mind while I write these words for you. You can’t be sad forever, love. There are so many things for you to do, so many people to meet, and so much love to give. I know, I know. It seems impossible to fall in love with another person, right? But hear me out, honey. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to find a love like the one we had. Someone who will hold you every night and be there for you even on your worst days.

So please, promise me that you’ll do it. Promise me that you’ll seek out the love you deserve. If someone in this world deserves to be loved, that’s you.

Wait, why haven’t you promised it? I didn’t hear you. Say it!

Jake laughed, and promised out loud that he would look out for that love when the time came.

That’s my Jakey. I knew you could do it. You’re always been the perfect man. And I know it’s gonna be rough, honey. But this is life. People come and go. Maybe we weren’t meant to be. Maybe your soulmate was out there, and it wasn’t me. But you were mine, for sure. And I’m so glad that I could be with you until the very end.

Look out for that soulmate. Do it for me. Be happy for me. I’ll be watching over you.

Goodbye, Jake.

Yours forever,

Rainbow.

Jake’s tears stained the letter, and he carefully cleaned them up before her handwriting was damaged.

True to his words, he took care of himself. He went to therapy and slowly learned to live without Arrow. It wasn’t easy, and he became more sarcastic than ever. Nobody was there to stop him now, so he sometimes took things too far.

He began dating again. But it soon proved to be a bad decision. Because every time he was sure he had found someone really interesting, he found himself looking for a glimpse of her in them.

And that’s when he got up, made up an excuse, and left, because it wasn’t her.

It would never be her.

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Where Fate and Stars Align

Tamlin Week - Day 2/Poet -Tamlin x Reader

Tamlin and Rhysand’s sister daydream of a life of love and poetry.

Warnings: Language, allusions to sex, implied character death

A sea of green splattered with the vibrant hues of varying wildflowers rolled across the meadow in gentle waves, flattening into a soft bed of earth beneath me, my head resting on my lovers chest, bare legs winding through his muscled thighs.

We’d laid in silence for an hour, the melody of spring lulling us into a peaceful daze. I’d spent the morning weaving flowers into his silken hair, his emerald eyes not retreating from me once as I sat on his chest, fingers trailing through those golden locks I adored so.

The world saw him as another heir to a throne but to me, he was a poet, a musician, a muse. I could spend entire days admiring the sculpted features of his face, exploring plush lips with my own.

Neither of us were made for the courtly affairs we were born into, we had the passionate souls of creatives - and here, tangled beside the pool of starlight we were just that. Two artists captivated by the beauty of the world around us, by eachother.

Tamlin pressed a kiss to my forehead, whispering into my raven hair. “Will we be poets in another life?”

I warmed at the thought of him chasing me through space and time, living the vibrant lives that we only dared dream of, dancing the nights away, making love and art in all of its magnificent forms. He’d write limericks and play the fiddle, I’d paint and maybe even learn to play the piano.

We’d live in a studio apartment along the Sidra, sharing our art within the rainbow of Velaris. Or perhaps we’d live in one of the more liberal cities tucked away on the continent where art as a profession was respected and not seen as merely a hobby of the elite with time to spare. Another world, even, where war and grief did not exist.

My delicate fingers traced the curved ridges of his abdomen, “You’ll be the poet, I’ll be the painter. I don’t have the way with words that you and your silver tongue do.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Silver tongue, yeah?”

I hummed at the implication in his tone. “Yeah.”

Turning on his side to face me, head propped on a hand he held my face gently in the broad palm of the other. “Any world where I spend my days by your side, putting my tongue to use in either lyrical or the most salacious of ways is a world I would fight for.”

“Hmmm.” I pondered, tucking a lock of golden hair behind his ear. “In our world, we get to be lovers, not fighters.”

Tamlin let out a somewhat incredulous laugh. “I think you’ll always have that wild streak in you, and silver tongue or not, I am but a mere male. I’ll surely give you plenty of reason to fight a time or two.”

My teeth found my lower lip as I considered. He wasn’t wrong. “That’s not fighting, it’s passion. We’ll turn fighting and fucking into its own art.”

Tamlin’s hand dropped from my face, trailing along my breast, to the indention of my waist, and down to the curvature of my ass. With a little squeeze he only asked, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We made love in the meadow, tumbling in the grasses, playing the passionate parts of poet and muse. It was almost- almost believable, until a male voice called from the forest. “Tamlin! Get your ass back to the manor before father has your head.”

Tamlin stiffened. “You need to go.” He pressed a desperate kiss to my lips. “See you in a few days?”

I frowned. “I have to travel with my mother to Windhaven this weekend but once I’m back, we can plan our great escape.”

He looked at me as if he were truly considering it and honestly, if he ever took me up on the idea, I’d go for it. A life of love and peace, what a life that would be.

Pressing one final kiss to my forehead he whispered. “I’ll see you soon, my love. Go before my brother sees you.”

Tamlin hurried into the forest and I could have sworn a whispered, “Who was that?” carried on the wind to me.

And now I wait where fate and stars align.

Through time

Through space

Through love eternal

My poet tried to save me.

This world was not made for us.

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Tags: @tamlinweek

General ACOTAR list: @lilah-asteria

#acotar #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin x reader #tamlin week 2024 #tamlinweek2024 #Tamlin Week Day 2 #Tamlin x Rhysand’s sister #Pool of starlight #spring court #Night Court #star crossed lovers #acotar oneshot #Tamlin oneshot #soft!tamlin #Tamlin in love #Tamlin

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jamilelucato · 2 years

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smut henry creel please?

A Match Made in Lab

show: Stranger Things (season 4 spoilers)

pairing: 002!reader x Henry Creel/Vecna/001

summary: when you and Henry escape on the 4th of July and things happen to be a bit... romantic.

a/n: maybe this isn't as smut as you expected, sorry, but it is what I can do as I am a very shy person (I swear!); for those of you who are asking for this fic part 2 stay tuned because it's coming!

tag list: @perssepeony

You were friends. After all, there wasn't much choice for a friendship when you grew up in a lab with only a boy your age and a bunch of scientists. Yes, yes, they hid your existence and gave your number to somebody else, but they did that later because in 1964 Henry Creel was number 001 and you, [y/n] [y/l/n], were number 002, the only subjects in Hawkins National Laboratory.

“So,” he whispered when you two were together doing some recreational activities in the room that later on would be painted and called “the rainbow room”. “I have a plan.”

You looked around, but the guards were too far, close to the doors and the cameras weren't able to catch sound back then.

“Tell me more.”

He smiled beautifully. His hair was growing back again, slower than yours because they kept trying to shave him every month. But you, after four years of tests and buzzcuts, they decided to allow you some growth, at least to the shoulders. Henry had heard some of the female scientists claiming for you, something about “allowing a girl her femininity”.

There was no need for femininity in the lab, you thought but there was no use in saying it.

“I think we can… through the vents,” he said, explaining a plan you two had been trying to achieve from the moment you realized you were allies and not enemies. The word he was not saying was “escape” because if anyone there heard it, you and Henry would be dead.

And so he kept the explanation going, but he only used chess metaphors, for it would be easier to hide the truth.

The next day, you went on as normal, being the perfect children for the doctors. The secret was that at midnight, when security was reduced and the scientists were home, you two would be escaping through a secret passageway Henry had found.

There were flaws to the plan of course. A security guard could not stop you — they were there for the outsiders mostly — but a late-night doctor could if they were fast enough to see you two. Besides, someone would enter your rooms at one a.m. and the alarm would be sounded. So, you two had to be fast all of the time. And the powers needed to be on point because they were your only weapon.

But all your worries didn't matter. Once Henry’s hands were holding yours, nothing could stop you and soon you were out. Out.

In the dark, sure, but still out.

“We did it,” you whispered, for you were still afraid.

Henry looked at you, focusing on your eyes and you felt your hand being squeezed.

But there wasn't much time for nice touches. He said he had used his mind powers to map out the territory, but he wasn't very bright at it, not as good as you, so it took you some time to grasp the reality surrounding and find the best way to civilisation.

“There,” he said, pointing at a gas station. “We'll need to get some clothes if we want to head to town.”

You agreed with him. The store had only one worker, so it was easy to knock him out and get what you two wanted. Henry found himself a white t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants while you got a black white-dotted dress just tight enough.

Once you had finished changing, you handed Henry your gown which he burned, so it could be left with no proof.

“The dress looks nice on you,” he said, looking you up and down. You felt your cheeks turn red. It was a weird feeling.

You had read about it, before the lab and even when in the lab. They allowed you some books, not any title — it had to be approved and “appropriate” — and not all but most of the readings mentioned love. In autobiographies, the scientists would always happily marry a pretty lady and in the fictional ones, the protagonists always had a romantic interest. It was love, they called it. Magical, unique and beautiful.

But when stuck at the lab it never felt like that could happen to you. Of course, Henry was there, and he cheered you up just enough to survive, but the place wasn't a romantic one. Besides, you feared he did not know what love was. He always mocked your readings and had no interest in them, and he lived in the outside world even less than you had. He got in the lab in 1959 and you in 1960.

He reached for your hand as you made your way out of the gas station and headed to Hawkins. It was a long walk but you two managed because of adrenaline, excitement and the chance to have real unsupervised conversations.

“Look,” you said, “the city looks bright for midnight.”

Henry looked straight ahead, seeing the town that suddenly appeared and it indeed looked rather lighter.

“Perhaps today is a festival?”

Your question remained unanswered until you two reached downtown, where the party was loud and full. You even felt undressed compared to all the men and women, fancily dressed.

“Fourth of July,” pointed out Henry, answering your question as he looked at the big flag being waved by a white man of large bones.

You knew when you were younger your parents used to celebrate it, but there was no memory of the happiness you were seeing (and suddenly feeling as well) around.

“Come on,” he tightened his grasp in your left hand, “let’s get some hotdogs before they stop selling them.”

“Henry,” you couldn’t help but smile. “We have no money.”

“No, but we have you,” he smiled too. “And who’s best at implementing memories in people’s minds?”

Again, your cheeks reddened.

“I mean, it’s not like I have competition,” you said, jokingly for he had been practising the arts of the mind as well but he was not half as good as you.

He pretended to be offended but laughed it off.

The night was like that: funny and silly moments of you two, while you watched the whole of Hawkins celebrations and sooner than you’d like, people were going back to their homes and most of the lights were out.

“We should get out of here now,” Henry said, getting up from the sidewalk where you two were sitting. “The lights are out and now we’re easily found.”

You stared down at your feet. You were so tired. After putting the guards to sleep and having to do so much walking, your legs hurt and so did your mind. You looked up again, back at Henry, with pity eyes.

“Can’t we find a place to stay? For the night?”

He wasn’t gonna say yes. It was dangerous and reckless. At that hour of almost dawn, the alarm was probably already on and people probably were hunting them down, he was sure. But he understood her point and he only wanted to make her happy.

Henry knew he didn’t deserve to get out of the lab and he was fine staying there, but you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve the life of a rat.

“Ok,” he sighed. “But it has to be a quick sleep. Four hours top.”

You agreed with a nod and grabbed his hand. You knew he would find a place for you to stay so you just let him do the job. He liked to use his powers, way more than you.

When the place was found, both of you had to settle down on a bed made of cardboard and some torn cloth, as it was the only thing available in the back of a practically abandoned factory.

You turned from side to side, unable to close your eyes. Even if the discomfort was great, it wasn’t the lack of a pillow that kept you awake.

It was him.

Henry was your best and only friend, so you guys used to hang out in the lab together, but everything looked different outside of it. There, on the cardboard bed, he was no longer 001 and you were no longer 002. Somehow, the dynamic seemed to be that of a boy and a girl, and at least your hormones seemed to be in full bloom.

You turned around to face him. Even though his eyes were closed, you knew he wasn’t sleeping. His back was against the weathered wall of the factory, and he was leaning his head forward. He looked like he was sleeping, but you were smarter than that.

“Henry?” you whispered.

He opened his eyes in your direction.

“Sleep, [y/n].”

You pressed your lips together and didn’t respond. But you didn’t sleep either.

“Just say it,” he said, sighing. “Say what you want to say, [y/n].”

“It’s actually something I wanna do,” you said, getting your back up from the floor. “I saw a couple doing it and… and I wanted to test it.”

“It’s not dancing, is it? I’m not going to dance right now,” Henry said, in a serious tone, but you knew he was joking.

You looked at him through your eyebrows, a look of compassion, but also of seduction, or at least, that’s how you felt when you faced him before doing what you wanted and feared.

Henry swallowed hard. Nothing in his body indicated that he knew what you were about to do—after all, he didn’t open his arms to wait for you—but perhaps something natural and instinctive asked him to stay alert. He looked at you, his brows furrowed and his lips slightly parted.

You took a deep breath before pushing yourself forward and touching your lips to his. You’ve never done this before, and perhaps you both never would’ve if you hadn’t escaped the lab.

It was just a brush of lips, an invitation. Then you pulled away, lowering your gaze to your lap. In yourself, a feeling of accomplishment but also of shame. What if he didn’t want that? What if it had been horrible for him?

“I don’t…” you started to say, but you didn’t have the chance to finish, because Henry’s lips had come back to meet yours; this time with more passion, more desire and more force.

He was pressing all of him against you, and from then on everything seemed to happen driven by lust and instinct. You didn’t really know what you were doing, as it was both his and your first time and you didn’t have access to much of that content.

It certainly shouldn’t look pretty to an outsider, but it was incredible to Henry, who felt a tightening of pleasure from his lips to his legs, almost electrifying. It’s better than good, you thought, as he nibbled on your lip, forcing you to open them. His tongue slowly entered your mouth, searching for your own tongue.

Needing some support, your hands reached for the back of Henry's neck, and stayed there, as your fingers tangled in his blond hair, which grew soft.

Both of your breaths were heavy and you both needed a few seconds apart to recover. Somehow, even though you were exasperated, you weren't tired — on the contrary, you were awake; your whole body and hair were.

The kisses and caresses continued, and you tested a kiss on each other’s neck, a caress beyond the bend of the waist. It was no longer cold, and suddenly you were overcome by the need to remove your clothes. The little skin that was in contact was insufficient for the size of the desire you both felt. You just knew you needed more.

“I need you to kiss me,” you told him breathlessly.

He smiled, pulling away from the crook of her neck. “I’m kissing you,” he said.

“Yes, but…” you sighed, mortified. “I need you to kiss me somewhere else.”

Henry looked up to meet his, and he frowned.

“A bit… lower,” you cleared your throat.

He smirked and obeyed, lowering his lips to your cleavage and after a few sighs of yours, he lowered even more. But he didn’t stop at your belly. Oh, no. Now that the dress was gone, he kissed you in a secret place, one that only the female doctors (and yourself) had seen before.

It just felt natural.

Your hand reached for his member, a part of him that your anatomy lessons at the lab were not enough to teach you the power it had. It was different from the few things they shared. It was hard and big, and well, very interesting to look at. You just wanted to touch and when you did it, Henry let out a groan.

“What are you doing?” he asked, but there was no anger in his voice. He seemed to be hanging by a thread.

“I’m touching you,” you answered, biting your lip.

“You don’t have to just because I’m kissing you,” he said.

Oh, you thought; maybe he did know more about “this” than you. Had he been reading different books? Were the scientists teaching him different things they were teaching you just because he was a boy?

Or had he learned that with his father, back when he was just 11 and a good family boy?

“I want to,” you said, hardening your grasp on his member.

He gulped. “Okay,” he let out, before closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

You didn’t do much, for you didn’t know how to do much.

At some point, you felt very open, both bodily and mentally, so you just asked him, “Henry? There’s more than this, isn’t there?”

He stared at you. “Yes.”

You liked him because he never lied to you.

“Can you show me?”

“I’ve never done it before,” he said. “I haven’t even kissed anyone before. You are my first, [y/n], you know that, right?”

You nodded.

“I can do it, but it might hurt you. It was what I learned in bio class anyway.”

You tilted your head. “So we had separated lessons.”

He smiled, with pity. he knew you liked to learn. “They said they weren’t classes for the ladies.”

You rolled your eyes, jokingly, and he giggled, hiding his face at the crook of your neck. You passed your hands through his hair.

“Now?” you suggested, in a whisper filled with desire.

His hands were everywhere, his fingers on your skin, his leg nudging its way between yours. He was pulling you closer, rolling you on top of him as he slid onto his back. His hands were on your bottom, drawing you so tightly against him that the proof of his desire burned itself into your skin. You gasped at the intimacy of it all, but you couldn’t do much because his lips were back kissing yours.

His mouth moved to your ear, then to your throat, and you arched beneath him as if you could somehow curve your body closer to his. There wasn’t a manual available, so you were kind of lost in what to do, but there was no way you could have remained motionless, no way you could have stopped your legs from wrapping around his. Whatever this was, building inside of you —this tension, this desire—it needed release, and you were starting to grow impatient for the moment. You wondered if it was the same for Henry.

He pushed forward, just an inch or so, but it felt like you were swallowing him whole. Henry’s hips began to move, unable to remain still when he was so obviously near to a climax. You looked like an angel beneath him, and every time you grasped and gasped, he felt closer to heaven, even if he did not deserve it. He finally let himself go and gave in to the overwhelming desire surging through his blood.

“You are beautiful, [y/n],” he whispered as if only then he recalled he could speak.

You smiled.

And then it came. A sound from your lips, sweeter than anything ever to touch his ears. You cried out his name as your entire body tensed in pleasure, and he came right after, for you two were such a match that it didn’t even need to be rehearsed.

“It didn’t hurt,” you said, suddenly overwhelmed. “It was good.”

He smiled.

“It was good for me too.”

For a minute there was silence, and neither of you spoke, for your chests were rising and falling too fast, and the bliss of being in each other’s arms was enough.

You didn’t even realise when you fell asleep until you woke up.

You were in his arms, but it was easy to get up. Your heart raced as it realised what was happening. There were lights everywhere, and even though there was nobody over you, you felt like you were surrounded.

“Henry,” you nudged him. “Henry, wake up.”

But he didn’t hear you.

“Henry, wake up!”

You pushed him.

“Come on, Henry now’s not the time.”

When you heard sounds — people, probably your doctors coming closer — you decided to use your powers on his mind, to see if you could wake him up from his subconscious.

“Wake up, Henry, please,” you prayed, but there was no reply. He wasn’t dead, you could feel his heart and breath, but for some reason, he could not wake up. Had he been using his powers to cover you two before he fell asleep? That could explain his tiredness and inability to wake.

Deciding he wasn’t gonna wake up, you tried to get him up with your own strength, but you were never much strong. Neither of you was. You tried, oh, God, you tried, but he didn’t wake and he didn’t move.

You grasped your dress. It was too late to come up with a plan. You could hear Dr Brenner loud and clear. if you escaped alone, maybe you could make it.“I love you, Henry,” you whispered in his mind and then you left, running for your life and your freedom.

#jamie campbell bower #henry creel #vecna #stranger things #stranger things fic #henry creel x reader #peter ballard x reader #Peter ballard #vecna x reader #fanfic #smut #Peter ballard smut #Henry creel smut #001 #001 x reader #number 001

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malacandrax · 11 months

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Had the enlightening thought that I could use my blog for blogging. I don't love splitting myself into separate marketable entities, so I'll probably post more craft stuff here. (I have a passing knowledge of So many hobbies it's a bit ridiculous- my most developed are probably doll customisation (wigs, faceups etc), sewing tiny clothes and maybe crochet.) I thought I would share some patch process from...2021? (ugh)

I don't know how many of you will have seen on twitter, but I've started making patches for my jacket after being deeply dissatisfied with what I could find online (I find that I need to know & search for a creator specifically or I just get mainstream patches... 'bee happy' etc)

The Billie patch (of the painting) was actually me going 'I wonder if posca works on fabric' and I tested it on the smallest scrap, which bit me in the ass, because I did that face with no planning or sketch and it came out perfect, no way I was going to do it that good again. SO i stitched it onto a bigger bit of black fabric, which is surprisingly unnoticeable in the end!

The rainbow strip was made because I didn't like how clean and manufactured store bought flag patches are, I wanted something undeniably gay, but a little more subtle and personal. I chose the colours to be a bit softer (I'm aware the dark brown should be black, I had no grey to pastel-ify it with, like I did the others) and I've seen little rainbow strip lapel pins before, so I sort of copied that in fabric form.

The next is Brian Molko in the 'Pure Morning' video, which I watched so much when I was younger. I put a screenshot through a binarization filter, and tried my best to copy it down. It was going really well, and then I foolishly placed it over my photo to see how it lined up (badly) and I went back in and completely ruined the likeness. While it wasn't a good copy, I still think it looked good before I went over it. SO I made another :'). I also sort of fixed up the first, because seeing it on the desk was embarrassing me.

I also added the embroidery in the colours I think of when I try and remember the video (his lips particularly were sort of coral coloured and the androgyny struck me hard as a teen) The Eve Elloree was from an old gay magazine- the art director asking for assistance, I just thought it was really fucking cute haha Way more info on my long ass twitter thread.

The extremely badass black and white one is from superpose! And the fruits wizard is here (because im a fruit, har har)

Hopefully I can make more this year, I have too many hobbies and not enough wrist stamina!

#mal crafts #cat hair everywhere

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driftwoodmfb · 9 months

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An AU of someone's AU

To be more specific, @desultory-novice 's Apologies AU but if Ado got cursed instead of Noir (pre dark matter Dark Matter Swordsman).

I plan on doing more art where Noir takes Adeleine's role in the Kirby series and might even while the Rainbow Sword. He will not be wilding it against DM Painter though.

He probably felt some effect from the sword, but the effects ware off or something.

Yes, Noir still is the one who gave her the paint brush, so his guilt is strong

DM Painter's tears are rainbow paint.

Her body is fully dark matter, but is covered in paint. All her paintings that come to life are actually made from dark matter

I think that in this part, when Noir goes to check on Ado, he never finds her. He does not take it well when he finds out what happened to her and that she's dead. Maybe he'll think "At least she's not in pain anymore..."

DM Painter probably made scrawls on walls and floors made from things other than the magic paint brush that resemble Noir, but she doesn't remember why she draws that face.

#desultory novice #des #kirby #kirby series #kirby au #apologies au #kirby apologies au #dark mater painter #adeleline #dark matter swordsman #< mentioned #noir #Noir (human-form DMS)#des oc #character death mention #cw death #ado #dark matter adeleline #apologies au au

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blueparadis · 1 year

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OVER THE MOON ; KAEYA ALBERICH

( CW ) :: college au + band au, (singer)!f! reader x guitarist!kaeya, one-sided pinning, temporary unrequited feelings, love confession, flirting, smūt undertones but nothing too explicit, kissing, soft lovemaking. [ based on this suggestion + notes ~ here. ] || redirect to blog navigation. ( WC ) :: 2kish.

Kaeya Alberich has always a been a prominent presence in (y/n)’s life since her budding teenage years, sometimes a little too strong, sometimes a little too annoying, and sometimes a little too close but never a lamp. So, after graduating from college, when he became her roommate there was no room for embarrassment. Both of their college days were busy and bright, full of late-night talking and exchanging notes in the times of exams. While (y/n) had to put up with kaeya’s unending horde of blind and flash dates, Kaeya had to endure the agony of seeing her in neon lights with other guys and girls, so wide open for the world to get a glimpse of her yet so cocooned in front of him. Kaeya always had to see her in rectangles either in Twitter posts, Instagram stories, or WhatsApp video calls, never in person. Those halcyon days of mirth and warmth ended in high school.

Part of him hated her for that, hated to the extent that he did horrible things to her; like switching off the phone on her birthday and then, expecting her to be free for the surprise date he planned, like telling her that she is seeing someone and then, expecting her to be jealous about it. The most fucked up part of all this was (y/n) was still the same nice girl he met on a rainy day after school. They walked home together under one umbrella because Kaeya thought his umbrella was too girly for him to walk around. (y/n) was more than happy to help him because she got a partner for jumping in the puddles. She was never angry at him, always so accepting and forgiving, always being brave like the moon is of her grey cavities. Maybe she was and Kaeya was unaware of it. Guess, he'll never know. So much emotional confusion, bubbling like the lime sodas.

Well, that's what being apart from each other for so long does. Longing and hating, longing and missing; longing and then loving.

Now, he was determined to fix it, humble himself for her, and paint her in all the colors that exist beyond the skies, oceans, and rainbows.

“What're ya doin'?” The curtains are drawn in an instant letting some germinating sunlight inside the room. It is neither too cold nor too hot, it’s perfect. This is why ( y/n ) likes winter, the heat becomes bearable.

“and good morning to myself. to what do owe this pleasure?” (y/n) quipped lowering the headphones down to her shoulders, closing her musical-sheet notebook so as to look up at Kaeya who lazily dragged a lonely chair, sitting with his hands resting on the frame of the chair and legs set across the seat.

He quipped sourly, “I live here, remember?” That’s right. This cozy little place that was once used as a store room, just like another dumping room in this enormous house is now used as a studio for practice sessions. Yeah, each member has a key to the studio so he could give her one. It was hard for him: to hide his affection for her but he knows, that keychain, that key means nothing to her. He knows she just keeps it with the bunch of rotten keys. Noticing how her eyebrows and lips did a flip followed by a scrunched-up nose Kaeya supplied, “I see. You’re still getting used to it.” licking his bottom lip to hold back his smirk.

At first, it started with simple things. You, coming to his studio and live performances, helping him with his gigs, or sometimes even composing the music. And now, you have become a part of his band. You still remember how bashful he sounded while saying that he wanted you, only you if he ever wanted a female vocalist or someone by your recommendation. Yeah, he trusts you like that! Part of you thinks that he might have asked you just to stay connected in one way or another since you two are a year away from completing university studies. And, another part of you regrets, having all those college years wasted. Couldn’t he have asked you sooner?

Yes, he could have but that would spoil the fun of teasing you, making you angry with his foolish little tactics, and getting your attention by doing the most embarrassing things in the middle of a mob— yeah, flirting with you, pursuing you, being secretly possessive for you and hence, keeping you close to himself; only for himself. He wanted to do all the things that he could not do with you in those corroded college years— pampering you with surprise gifts, going salon with you, taking you on random dates; his list does not end here but he can not enact all of his wishes so as easy as the wind. There is a fine line he is unable to cross. Years of friendship weigh him down. It is always one step forward and three steps back.

Just after shifting to the new university, he would spend most of his evenings alone; thinking about what ways he should tell you. He even waits for your late-night calls and is hesitant to call you, sometimes but when his longing is up to the brim he generally goes for a video call. While you are busy doing some chores, roaming around the house never still in one place he just . . . talks, watches you. He still manages. After all, why would a person prefer video calls over simple calls who are living in the same city, seeing each other almost every day? He gets it, alright? It’s just he was missing ( y/n ) so much that meeting her after two days at the gig won’t be enough. He would not be able to hold back himself that long. He might do something stupid, he knows it.

Gigs with Kaeya have always been special to you. You never dwelled on ‘why’? Pictures flooding all socials, fans making little theories about you and him being a ‘thing’, seeing a fresh batch of memes, and above all the most important— his performance. Even though you share the same stage with him, he never forgets to state that he is all here because of you. Holding the microphone, telling the crowd a little story of one of the jamming sessions, and swinging it towards you in a regal way. How could not anyone fall for that? You know anyone would but not you. The squeals and cheers from the crowd tell you the same and maybe that’s why he is a little different towards you, maybe that’s why you are being chosen as the lead vocal singer for their band. That has to be it. You have spent half of your life-time with him, that’s why he is comfortable flirting with you, hooking his arms around your waist in front of the cameras. . . Love doesn't make sense here.

“Kaeya, why would you come here of all places?” (y/n) stated as soon as she figured they are going in the direction of an amusement park. That place is full of people, full of stares and people are so quick to gossip, not that none of them cares but averting such vague situations is always better than worrying, lending ears to those rumors, isn’t it? It’s so unlike him. “People come here for dates.” you tartly spoke frowning at him as they indeed the park through the gate.

“Yeah, did we have any other choice?” Kaeya’s voice was deeper than usual. tensed. Did she find out already why they are here?

“Of course. We could have. . .” she tried to protest but it was futile against that soft sapphire gaze. Lately, he has that look in his eyes, like he is about to cry like he is enduring something hurtful — it’s a haze, really. “. . . nevermind forget it.”

“I’ll go buy something for us to eat.” You stated before leaving. Kaeya sits on the edge of the fountain of mond. He watches you from distance humming a tune in his head. “I cannot explain

These things I feel for you” He sees you and remembers how many times he has thought of confessing but couldn’t, how many times he was about to confess but couldn’t. “People come here for dates, huh?”

When you came back holding food, he scooted to a side holding the dishes so that you could take a seat in front of him. You hear him humming and you recognize the song. You rock my world by Micheal Jackson. You let out a little chuckle remembering how you and he used to sing a song in a duet. It is a silly game but you liked it doing with him anyways. But he is humming now, it's special. He rarely hums. He hums when he is either sad or just to annoy diluc You know he is not sad. The last gig was successful and he told you that he would buy you something of your choice if the gig went ‘good’. That is not something grave to be sad about

“But girl, you know it's true

Stay with me”

“Oh we’re playing this game now.” You asked crossing your legs one over the other, setting aside the lime soda to sit beside him.

Kaeya hums the next two lines,

“Fulfill my dreams

And I'll be all you need”

“Hey, that was supposed to be my line.” you retorted turning towards him. His lips part, his gaze stills on your lips, and then his lips close. He takes your hand saying almost whisperingly, “(y/n), we’re not playing any games.” He clears his throat, “I’m not playing any games.” The weight of his words bangs your head as you feel the squeeze over your palm. It is true. He is not playing, not anymore. There are no cameras, no fans, no one to please— just the two of you, sitting next to each other while the world is the busiest. Kaeya interlaces his fingers with yours trying not

Kaeya interlaces his fingers with yours trying his best not to shock you. He had an idea of all sorts of reactions you’d give him but this one was the least expected. “Okay. we’re not playing any games,” you murmur so that you let this incident drill in you and wake you from this shock. Kaeya’s lip bends in an upper curve at one of the corners as he leans. You do not move. He still has his mask on. “Feels so right girl

I've searched for the perfect love all my life” He recoils and places a kiss over your lips, softly grazing, heat sipping through his mask. He looks back at you. “Have finally found a perfect love this time” Kaeya sees your lips touching your ears, embarrassment seeping through your cheeks, your hand, your palms. He sees your lips touching your ears, your face smearing with a teeth-flashing grin, embarrassment seeping through your palms. That is when he knew he did it well, all of it from flirting with you to pursuing you to confessing to you. All.of.it.

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teevee-static · 4 months

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Atreus and Angrboða snippet

This was conjured within the span of a few hours and hasn't been checked for clarity or spelling, but here I am posting it anyway.

This may or may not become a more complete story/fic. Let me know if I should put in the work to make it a more cohesive, fleshed-out story.

Also, I imagined Atreus and Angrboða being late teens here, maybe 18-19?

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Atreus and Angrboða knew something was wrong the minute they stepped through the realm tear. They were on the way to see Kratos, Mimir and Freya in North Vanaheim for a quest they had planned.

What he hadn't expected was to immediately walk right into an issue as soon as he stepped foot in the realm.

The second their feet hit the ground of the forest, the trees and other flora were screaming "Danger! Danger! Not Right! All Wrong!". The emotions were so immediate and overwhelming that the pair literally staggered in place, overtaken by the sheer force and desperation of the warning, before sharing a concerned look.

Their backs meet as they move into a defensive stance, bow and paint readied for any threat. The trees and plants continue their warnings as they fall into step with each other, moving clock-wise as they scan the forest surrounding them. The closer they looked, the more the forest seemed warped with an unusual fog, as if it were some sort of illusion or a poorly remembered memory. The longer they stared into the depths of the trees the more they noticed the feeling of being watched.

Their magic begins to hum in the air, the force reverberating through each other where their bodies connect. Atreus holds a nocked arrow close to his cheek while Angrboða's hands glow bright blue and violet from her paint, the two tense at the same time.

Then all Hel breaks loose.

All at once Seiðr reavers leap from the depths of the trees in droves. They leap towards the two Jötunns with their swords and massive clubs swung high in attack.

The pair meet the attack with vigor, Atreus shooting sonic arrows into the reaver's bodies with such speed that they're dead before they even hit the ground. Angrboða unleashes a rainbow of color into the faces of the reavers, the explosions knocking them back and into each other.

They continue this way only for a moment before they are nearly surrounded, to which the pair quickly roll away from each other, causing many reavers to accientally kill each other in a collision of their thoughtless swings and attacks.

On opposite sides of the field now, Angrboða and Atreus farm through the droves of reavers, now split in two. Just as Atreus sends his foot through the heads of two reavers and a sonic arrow through the head of another, the ground begins to shake with large incoming steps.

He turns to see Angrboða finish off the rest of the reavers near her, avoiding the poisonous explosion of one dying, before turning to look at him with recognition in her eyes. The fight's not over yet.

Kratos knew something was off the moment he stepped through the portal in Vanaheim.

He was not as intuned with the forest as Faye or Atreus, but he could tell something was wrong by the complete stillness of it.

"Somethings wrong here, brother. I just got chills all over my bloody face!" Mimir says nervously down by his hip. Kratos grumbles in agreement.

Kratos feels Freya step closer beside him, looking at the surrounding forest with a disturbed, nearly confused look on her face. "There's… some sort of Seiðr magic polluting the forest, but I don't sense any scorn poles…"

Her voice trails off as the silence of the forest breaks into the sounds of fighting. The clashing sounded loud, as if there were groups of people fighting.

Together Kratos and Freya dart toward the sounds of the fighting, and together they take pause at the sight of who they see fighting. They stand like that for a few moments before Mimir cuts through their silence, "Well? Let me see what's going on, brother!"

Kratos lifts Mimir from his belt and up toward the sight of Atreus and Angrboða clearing through a small army of reavers. The number of reavers attacking them is nearly disturbing, as Kratos had never seen so many all at once like this.

"Well, shouldn't we go join them?" Mimir asks, golden eyes looking to Kratos.

"No," Freya says before Kratos can respond, an intrigued smile on her face, "Not yet. I want to see how they fight together."

A deep part of Kratos wants to ignore her and go help the two of them, but he forces himself to take a breath. He made a promise all those years ago. He trusts Atreus to be careful. He's been exploring the realms by himself for years now, this is nothing the boy can't handle.

And Angrboða is completely capable of holding her own, as she had proven while being pursued by Valkyries and saving them from Ragnarök with Fenrir during the battle of Ragnarök.

So, trust in the two of them overrides his need to help, and so he merely nods and continues watching in silence.

The fight is chaotic and unusual, but at the same time controlled and perfectly in sync. Kratos notes that it almost looks like they're dancing with each other.

It reminds him of how he and Faye used to fight together, though those times weren't many. They worked in complete unison, predicting each other's steps perfectly, most often working together without a single word shared between them.

He sees that now as the pair split apart from each other to avoid becoming completely surrounded, which he praises them mentally for. He watches as they clear through the now split group of reavers with ease, every now and then an arrow or a ball of magic would shoot across the field, stunning an enemy about to attack the other.

They make quick work of the reavers, and theres merely seconds of respite before the ground-shaking steps of a troll can be felt rattling their bones.

With a roar the troll steps out of the forest and into the small clearing, a large stone pillar clutched in it's left hand.

"Angrboða!" Kratos hears his son yell, his bow attached to his back and taking a knee on the ground. For a moment Kratos is confused as to why his son would leave himself so open like that, but his worries are immediately silenced by what follows next.

Atreus cups his hands with a nod, and Angrboða shoots off into a sprint toward him. The second her left foot meets his grip, Atreus throws her over his head and sends her flying into the air.

Airborne, Angrboða switfly lifts her dagger above her head and lands right on top of the trolls head, stabbing gruesomely into the troll's left eye.

The troll mindlessly swings his pillar in a pain-ridden rage, trying to knock her off, but magnificantly Angrboða holds on with the dagger.

"Ulfr hlaup!" She shouts, the air buzzes with runic magic and the bright colorful forms of a pack of wolves howl mightily into existence. They set to work attacking the legs of the troll.

"Blástr!" Angrboða commands again and runic explosion blasts straight into the troll's eye.

The explosion combined with the wolves causes the troll to fall quickly backward, and without second thought Angrboða leaps backward, falling from the troll.

She spins her body in the air and lands right into the arms of Atreus, who seemed to appeared seemingly out of nowhere to catch her.

Together they watch the troll land backward with a mighty "boom!", then both the troll and wolves dissipate into the air.

"Well, they sure know how ta' put on a show." Mimir says in Krato's hand. Kratos can only grunt in proud agreement.

Freya laughs softly beside them, her face beaming in pride, "They are certainly a lethal pair."

They watch the couple for a few more moments as they speak to each other, though too quietly for the trio to hear. They watch as Atreus morphs into his wolf form and dart between Angrboða's legs, lifting her off the ground and facing backward on his back. He sprints around the clearing in circles and sharp turns as Angrboða cackles in amusement, hanging on for dear life.

He watches Atreus shift back into human form, Angrboða falling off his back and landing in a careful roll, then standin up beside his son. She brings Atreus's head down to her mouth and says something into his ear that makes him flush so badly it reaches up to his ears and down his neck.

Mimir clears his throat and bellows down to the couple from where Kratos and Freya are standing, announcing their presence.

The two of them turn, unsurprised by their presence. Atreus's cheeks are still red from whatever Angrboða had said, so Kratos assumes that maybe it had to do with them watching them fight together.

"Kratos, Freya, Mimir, good to see you again. Enjoy watching us whoop reaver and troll be-hind?" Angrboða asks cheerfully, leaning against Atreus's shoulder comfortably.

"You two fight well together." Kratos says warmly, and Angrboða blooms at the praise. Atreus smiles as well, clearly happy at the praise as well, before it dims a bit and he sobers.

"I've got to say, though, even after killing all those reavers and that troll, the forest still seems disturbed." He says, his voice lowly trailing off as if lost in thought as he scans the forest, searching for some sort of answer.

"Aye, something seems off here lad. Something that is certainly worth investigating." Mimir adds pointedly.

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