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diorkyeom · 5 months
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THE @diorkyeom / @fairyhaos AO3 FIC REC LIST: PART 2
masterlist. part one. part two. part three.
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part two of all the ao3 fics that i've read for seventeen which i've loved, kudosed, and proceeded to download so i'll always have with me. part one was kinda long so i thought it would be better if i just made a 2nd post instead of adding on to it ^^
(list is in order of authors!)
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Of Milkshakes, Onesies and Miniature Roses - coupdetart
soonhoon, uni au, oneshot
soonyoung likes small and cute things. jihoon is small and cute. and that's it, that's the entirety of this adorable fic. pls this fic had me grinning so hard omg everything is literally soooo adorable and jihoon is so tsundere but you can already tell that he's so fond of soonyoung and his antics and they're just very very sweet
Know Ya Boo - jeosheo
meanie, non-idols, fluff, getting together, oneshot
jeosheo and lunahui are two of theeeee best meanie writers that ive like. ever seen. this fic made me laugh and it made me internally cry and it's soooo so lovely and funny and domestic and honest to god. the entire attraction of this ship is the way they realise their feelings and this fic does it soo well
Through The Wall - kaiteki
soonhoon, apartment neighbors, chaptered (but short)
hnnnngggh never ever ever EVER gonna get tired of people characterising soonhoon's relationship not as an antagonistic, forever-enemies one but as one of mutual respect and muted adoration. pls a neighbours to lovers thats actually simply Adorable is hard to come by but this is sooo good
right-handed normativity - kyeomizt
meanie, canon au, oneshot
dudeeeee pls it's just sooo soft and domestic and funny and so so so them. the way they act like a couple almost instinctively, like it's coded into their dna to just love each other like that???? peak meanie things actually.
hell yeah, hyung! - orphan_account
jeongcheol, canon au, coming out, oneshot
idk jeongcheol has never been My Thing but the way that jeonghan is characterised? with his clear head and clear thoughts and you can clearly see his entire thought process as he goes through things... wow. it's really good. i also love how much time he takes to think things through and really find out what he's feeling. vv nice fic tbh, that's all :]
Rollercoaster - orphan_account
soonhoon, non-idols au, fake dating, oneshot
read the summary, screamed internally. then began reading the fic and screamed internally even more. pls the characterisation???? the pining???? the suppressed feelings and fAKE DATING?????? absolute gold i swear pls pls read this it's so cute
Found In Translation - naegahosh
verkwan, fluff, light angst, twoshot
holy shiiiiittttttt the seungkwan characterisation is ON POINT and i LOVE when people manage to get his melodrama and also his softness down and this fic has it SO GOOD. the way hansol is just so so so gentle and caring with seungkwan and it's so OBVIOUS that he's already so in love with him from the start :(((
can't sleep (without your smile) - pocketpastel
seoksoo + verkwan, snow white au, sleeping beauty au, chaptered
i love cute little fairytale-twist aus!!!! ive (kinda) written one of my own too hehe and it's always just soooo fun to do. and read as well! i love the seoksoo dynamic and also verkwan with their little one-sided rivals to lovers??? gorgeous. very very sweet.
my love only amounts to this - shiningshua
seoksoo, canon au, soulmates, oneshot
i think i said this before but i rarely read seoksoo bc honestly. their dynamic and characterisation is something that is rlly hard to get right but this is sooo soft. joshua loving it when seokmin calls him "shua hyung"? their softness? the way they were in love with each other the entire time? the epitome of the seoksoo dynamic actually.
Hit Different - thanku4urlove
verkwan, est. relationship, canon au, oneshot
bro. bro buff vernon is soooo brainrot worthy actually and honestly i just feel so blessed that there's an ENTIRE FIC centered around it. with verkwan too like????? best thing in the entire world. started giggling internally at the ending like OH MYGODHFUDHS it's soooo heart-flutteringly good.
wonwoo & his very non-imaginary boyfriend - wonderscape
meanie, established relationship, oneshot
honestly. peak meanie behaviour is wonwoo having a hot-as-fuck boyfriend and no one believing that they're actually dating until they see mingyu in person. the 96 liner dynamic is so silly and so funny to me because they're all just so annoying and goofy in their own way and i love the way it's portrayed in this fic too
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darkcircles4lyfe · 2 months
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This doesn't have anything to do with anything, but i had a talk with a friend a few days ago, about shonen biasis and the way this shapes our expectations, and mha came up so i remembered how so many people apply those biasis HEAVILY into the manga, to the point that they sound like they're looking for a different story.
And one of those things that it seemed to be MOST talked about is exactly bkdk's relationship.
I have seen many times people from the fandom (sometimes really angrily) point out how in most cases Katsuki seems to basically take up not one, but four roles in Izuku's life and this includes putting him in situations that people associate with the MC's love interest, and it is weird that, despite Izuku "having a girl" for people to make assumptions about, he seems to completely repulse any female character that could be the counter part to Izuku's.
And this made us wonder if Katsuki's placement in those roles and lack of interest was made specifically because the author precisely did not want the actions that both do for each other as romantic but a whole another thing entirely, as a subversion for the these classic tropes, as he did by making the conflict between Ochako and Himiko not a "rivals fighting for the affection of a boy" but something that is connected to the plot of these characters instead.
Oh you bet! I am always down to talk about this, because I think about it a lotttt.
This reminds me, recently I remembered a funny habit I used to have with books I read. Like, back in middle school. I used to start by flipping directly to the last page and reading the final sentence. Usually this did not spoil anything whatsoever, but sure enough, by the time I read through the whole book, that sentence would take on new meaning.
So I started musing about what it would be like if only I could do this with bnha, if everything was already out. It made me feel so nostalgic…
Will the last panel be something grand, or something small? Hopeful or sad? Distant? Intimate? A parting message to the reader? Will it look like almost nothing of consequence to the unknowing eye—yet burst with hard-hitting subtext?
Of course I wonder about all the twists and reveals that might be still ahead of us, but it’s kinda soothing to think about how the whole thing could be put to rest. Because then I realize I’m not worried.
For once, this is not because the story is following so many tropes so predictably that I know exactly, in so many words, how it will end. It’s more like the story is a close friend who I’ve gotten to know well enough that everything they do is so “them” it makes me smirk. I'm often marveling at how Horikoshi has managed to pull all this off. How is it that (at least here in the west) people who aren't really paying attention call it basic and cookie-cutter. Even a Japanese animator called it "classic," and this interview shows such obvious dissonance between Hori and the interviewer, just... wow. But it's so clear that bnha has broken just about every rule in the book at this point, so much so that I struggle to condense it into words. I'm like--*gestures broadly at everything*--why haven't more people picked up on it??
Yet we still get bombarded with people saying "it's a shonen, c'mon, we all know how this will end." Um. No you don't. I KNOW there has to be a bunch of people who are secretly frustrated by Kacchan taking up all the roles and getting all the moments. It's not even in a mysogynistic way, because Kacchan is the most anti-dudebro character imaginable. Bkdk's relationship isn't intended for them and they know it... and you know what, I'm starting to ramble. You've heard all this before. The thing I should really be focusing on in your ask is the part where you mentioned how you and your friend were speculating about bkdk ending up as "a whole other thing entirely" rather than simply romantic.
Well, fuck it, I've been biting my tongue, but now might as well be the time I talk about this. I got into a bit of a disagreement with someone over it once and then I shut up. Because it's very difficult to approach the subject without being lumped in with those people who see bkdk as "brotherly" (ew) or otherwise try to push some "crisis of male friendship" agenda, or at the very least without being accused of enabling people to make excuses against bkdk being canon ad infinitum. So let me be clear that I do NOT want bkdk to have an ambiguous or open ending. I want their complexity and importance to be acknowledged. I want them to use their words. I think we may have created a bit of a false dichotomy there.
I am aromantic, and to suggest romantic relationships are inherently the most important and intimate goes against every fiber of my being. I also reject the idea that cut-and-dry gay representation is more desirable just because it is more easily understood by the masses than aspec representation or representation of relationships "beyond" both romantic and platonic. We recognize how ridiculous it is for people to expect Izu*cha at this point, right? Well, the reason they're so confident anyway isn't just because of heteronormativity. It's also because of amatonormativity, the assumption that romantic attraction trumps all: no matter how much focus bkdk get, Izuku blushed at Ochako, so that automatically makes them more "important." THAT is the notion that I want to challenge most. More than anything, I want bkdk's relationship to be fully acknowledged because they have so much more going for them than just attraction.
You and your friend make an excellent point, that it would be very much in line with Horikoshi's taste and the patterns of his writing so far if he chose to subvert the shonen romance trope not just by giving it to two boys, but also by disregarding its premise entirely. It's unlikely he'd try to stuff them into such a copy-paste ending right at the end.
So maybe they won't get the blushy confession, the obligatory kiss, the wedding, the 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. That's fine, we shouldn't pretend those tired tropes are suddenly revolutionary just because they're gay. But don't be disappointed! Without them, we have more room for things that are actually personally meaningful to bkdk to stand out and receive the nuance they deserve: talking through their feelings openly, building each other up like no one else can, understanding each other like no one else can, smiling at each other, embracing, holding hands, rushing to the other in the hospital, being glued at the hip (or even closer), healing mutual trauma, putting each other first in all things. Maybe we'll also get confirmation on Ochako's side as she moves on from her crush on Izuku. You know what other shonen manga took this exact angle as a way of subverting tropes and presenting genuine complexity? Blue Flag! There are so many ways to do bkdk justice.
Even a kiss isn't out of the question, if the right opportunity comes along. A perfect example of what I'm talking about is Good Omens (major season 2 spoilers) because the kiss between Crowley and Aziraphale was not at all about canonizing them. It was an expression of pain and desperation that just made sense at that particular moment. Neil Gaiman was adamant that if it took that kiss to understand the context of their relationship, you really weren't paying attention. I respect the hell out of that.
Recently I was even daydreaming about bkdk getting something similar to the sort of uh, shall we say tasteful nudity, that togachako got, because of how Izuku appears in the vestige realm.
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Ya know like not in an nsfw way but in like a "this is so deeply intimate and soft that I feel like I'm intruding" kind of way... yeah. Because it represents vulnerability and openness and acceptance of someone as they are. And I don't care if people call that bait. It's not. It's beautiful. It’s honest.
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darlingsfandom · 5 months
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Cillian wants to make a sex tape to help him get through business trips 😉
Anything he wants !! He gets! 🥵
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You were laying on the bed with your legs crossed in the air. Your pen scribbled on the paper when the bedroom door opened and on the other side was Cillian with a big grin.
"Hi baby!" You closed your journal and set it aside as he walked in with his hands behind his back.
"Hello beautiful" Cillian leaned down and kissed you before he stood up straight and looked at you with a mischievous grin.
"What's behind your back Cill?"
Cillian pulled out a camera and bit his lip as he watched you raise an eyebrow in confusion. "What's that for?" He set the camera down on the dresser that faced the bed and sat down next to you while grabbing your hands.
"I was thinking that since I've been gone and I know you get lonely like I do.... maybe we could make a sex tape?" He chewed on his lip while you sat there with wide eyes and cherry cheeks.
"You want to make a sex tape with me?" You choked out the words as he nodded.
"Of course I do baby! Why wouldn't I ? You beautiful ... sexy... and quit ta screamer." He gave you a wink as you playfully hit his chest.
"Let's do it!" You slapped your thighs and gave him a kiss. Cillian stood up quickly and grabbed the camera as if he were a director. He turned on the camera as you sat there fixing your hair a little.
"Say hi to ta camera baby."
"Hi Cillian!" You waved and blew him a kiss at the camera as he zoomed in on you.
"What are you doing baby?"
"I miss you daddy! That's why we're making this tape! So you can play with your cock while you're away from me!" You gave him a playful pout.
"Yer gonna miss me cock aren't ya pretty girl?"
"Uh huh! Gonna miss you and your cock daddy." You made another kissy face at the camera before you watched Cillian place the camera so that when he watched it later he'd see both of you. Cillian sat down next to you and patted his lap. You crawled onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. Cillian lifted your hips a little to see your ass off to the camera.
"That's my good girl! Show the camera your pretty ass." He gave a hard spanking that made you jump a little.
"Daddy!" You held onto his shoulders and started grinding your ass against his crotch. "Oh daddy! You're already hard!" You kissed him hungrily as your movements became more needy.
"Can't help it, got ta prettiest baby bouncin on me lap!" Cillians hands ran down your back and gripped your ass giving another spank before the power washed over him and before you could gasp he had you on your back with your hands above your head. You smiled up at him before he pulled away and got up to grab the camera.
"Show me your tits baby!" He held the camera in his hand as you sat up on your knees and pulled your tank top over your head. "Wow! Look how pretty they are." Cillian used his free hand to reach out and play with your nipples while you chewed your bottom lip. He twisted your nipple making you gasp.
"Daddy!" You moaned as he started pulling them. Cillian pulled away leaving you sitting on your knees before he angled the camera differently.
"Take yer panties off baby, let me see ya pretty little cunt yeah?" Cillian smirked as you stood up and took off your panties. "Aww baby, look at tat wet spot already!" He pointed the camera down to zoom on your cunt while his finger dragged through your folds and slowly started sliding it and out of you. "Good girl! Ya like takin me fingers don't ya baby!"
"Fuck it feels good Cillian!" He gave you a stern look.
"Daddy!" You corrected yourself as his second finger started sliding in and out of you. Cillian set the camera down on the side of the bed carefully so that he could get the shot of him getting between your legs and eat you out. Your hands quickly tangled into his salt and pepper locks. "Fuck!! Feels good daddy!"
"Yeah? Like when I eat yer cunt baby?" Cillian looked up at you while his fingers twisted in and out of you while he sucked on your clit slowly making sure to make eye contact with you.
"Yes yes YES!" His fingers sped up as he sucked harder on your clit which made you gasp. Your thighs started shaking as Cillian started lapping his tongue over your folds.
"Mmmhmm" he hummed into your pussy while his tongue worked you over. Your nails dug into his scalp as your back arched forward. You knew that you were closer and so did Cillian which is why he hooked his arms under your thighs and devoured your pussy.
"OH MY GOD ! IM CUMMING IM CUMMING DADDY!" Your eyes squeezed shut as you held his head in place with his tongue deep inside and his nose bumping against your clit as your thighs clenched around his head. You felt him hum in response as he licked up your cum.
Your body went limp and freed him. Cillian licked his lips at you as he stood up and dropped his boxers. You laid there panting as Cillian lined the head of his cock against your cunt. Whimpers left your mouth as Cillian pushed gently into you.
"Shh shh it's okay baby, I got ya. I know yer sensitive...it's okay ." His fingers stroked your thighs while he kept his eyes locked on yours. Your pupils were blown with lust and cheeks flushed but you were ready. Cillian waited until he was fully inside of you before he started thrusting in and out slowly. He leaned in and kissed you softly making your mouth open just enough to slip his tongue inside of you. The kiss got hungry fast and you found your self frenching him hard as he pushed your legs back so your knees were by your chest and he was deep inside of you and hitting your g-spot.
"Oh god! Right there! Faster!! Fuck!!" You wrapped your arms around his back as tightly as you could to pull Cillian in deeper. He didn't hold back anymore and fucked you dumb. Your eyes rolled back while he grunted loudly which made you scream! Your hand snaked back around to reach between your bodies so you could rub your clit.
"No! That's mine!" He scowled at you while swatting away your hand so he could rub your clit hard while his dick pounded faster into you. It was overwhelming in such a good way that with in seconds you realized that your orgasm was happening.
"Tats me good girl yeah! Fucking squirting on me cock! Good girl!" Cillian edged you as he pulled out so you could gush against his cock still. You cried loudly as your thighs trembled . Cillian quickly put his dick back inside of you and lifted your legs so he could drill deep into you. "Just like dat baby! Fuck gonna cum in ya cunt! Fuck baby!" And with a few more sloppy thrust, Cillian was cumming deep inside of you with loud grunts.
He pulled out slowly and reached for the camera. You looked at it all blissed out and dumb fucked.
"I love you baby."
"I love you Cillian." You blew him another kiss before he shut off the camera , set it aside and helped you into the bathroom so that he could give you a relaxing bubble bath.
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bluekidchaos · 5 months
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Kinktober day 6 - Rick Grimes & Daryl Dixon
can't believe i've gotten halfway through these wow
Pairing: Rick Grimes x fem!reader x Daryl Dixon
Prompt: Threesome
Warnings: 18+, idk really know, degradation, oral (m receiving), fingering, rough sex
Words: 1k
Can also be read on AO3!
Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.
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You find yourself sandwiched between the two men, Rick is behind you, firm grip on your hips and kissing along your neck. Daryl is in front of you, his fingers slipping below the seam of your panties.
They had already stripped you of most of your clothes the second they had you in private. Almost throwing themselves at you.
His fingers slid over your opening, gathering the wetness there before slipping inside you. Your head falls back onto Rick's shoulder as you let out a moan.
"Feel good, pretty girl?" You don't know which one of them said it but you nodded, no words being able to escape your mouth at the moment.
Daryl's fingers were thrusting at a leisurely pace. The pad of his thumb started rolling over your clit. "Gotta get ya all nice an' wet for us, sunshine." Punctuating his words with a sweet kiss to your temple.
Rick was working on covering your neck in as many bruises and hickeys as he could while roughly groping at your tits, twisting your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
This was a regular dynamic between them, Rick was rough and fast while Daryl was calm and sweet. It sometimes gave you whiplash but you loved it, loved them. The contrast, the ways they differ from each other.
You felt your stomach tighten, the muscles in your thighs spasmed as you came all over Daryl's fingers. You surely would've collapsed if it were not for the two men holding you up.
Daryl slipped his fingers from your warmth and into his mouth. Moaning at the taste of you.
"Alright, sweetheart? You ready for our cocks now?" Rick whispered into your ear, making shivers run down your spine as he guided you back to the bed and pushed you down so you were lying on your back.
Both of them were looking down on you, Daryl was palming his dick through his trousers while Rick was undressing.
The older man crawled over you, kissing up your stomach as he went. He hooks his thumbs into your panties and pulls them off you.
Daryl had also undressed at this point and he came around to kneel by your head, dick in hand. "Get on your hands and knees, baby."
Rick moved back so you could re-adjust yourself, getting on all fours as Daryl sat against the headboard in front of you stroking himself to the look of you.
You felt giddy as you felt Rick take his place behind you, dragging his tip through your folds, teasing the slit, and using your own wetness to lube himself up. "Rick.. don't tease me.." You pouted back at him and he chuckled.
Daryl treaded his fingers in your hair, petting you almost as Rick pushed into you slowly. Letting himself and you feel the stretch and how you clench around him. Feeling how tight you are and how big he was inside you. "Fuck, sweetie. Always so tight, no matter how many times you take us."
As Rick started pounding into you, setting a fast pace and making sure to angle your hips so he could get deep inside you, Daryl took hold of your chin with his free hand and pulled you close to his cock.
You took the hint and while trying to keep steady on your arms you kitten licked at his tip, making him give out a whimper and make a fist in your hair, pulling you down further on his dick.
Closing your mouth around his tip you started trying to take more of him, Rick's pace made it hard to keep a steady rhythm. An especially hard thrust made you shoot forward and you gagged as Daryl's cock hit the back of your throat. "Oh, fuck! Do that again Rick, she got real deep on my cock."
Rick thrusts into you again and again, making sure your body jolts forward with every move. Daryl was tugging on your hair at the same time, moving your head.
You felt yourself gush around Rick's cock as they basically treated you like a sex toy. Moving you the way they wanted you. You moaned around Daryl's dick, sending vibrations through him and up his spine.
Rick could feel you become wetter with their treatment and with a mocking voice he leaned over you, getting as close to your ear and whispered, "Awe, is princess getting wet being treated like a whore? You like it when we use you like our personal cock-sleeve?"
He had brought a hand under you and was rubbing at your clit at a similar pace. Making you mewl and whine, your hips bucking and fucking back into him as you choked on Daryl's cock. You barely had time to register your muscles tensing as you came hard on Rick.
"Ah, shit, sweetie. You just love it when we fuck you like this, huh." Your thighs were slick with your juices as Rick fucked you through your orgasm, your body was shaking and you knew you'd collapse if they weren't there.
The display of your orgasm tipped Daryl over the edge too, pulling out as he jerked off and spilled his seed into his hand, some of it spurting onto your cheek. You sighed with relief as you could breathe properly again and dropped your head down to rest against Daryl's thigh.
Rick was fucking your even more intensely now, your hips at a higher angle getting him even deeper in your gut. "Oh, ah fuck Rick! Shit, I'm gonna- ahh." You felt your third orgasm of the night flushing over you.
Rick's pace stuttered and he cursed and groaned behind you as he thrust in one, two more times before you felt him fill you up. Pulling out quickly to watch as his seed dripped out of you with the motion of your clenching walls.
He chuckled a little behind you, slapping one side of your ass as he flopped down beside you and Daryl. "That was fucking amazing, princess."
Daryl was holding you firmly in his grasp, hand stroking your back and head. Helping you come down from your high.
You hummed at him and he leaned down to plant a big kiss on your head. "Imma go get a washcloth so we can clean you off and then go to bed. How's that sound?"
"Very good. I love you guys." Your voice came out in a rasp.
Rick gave you his usual charming smile as he hopped off the bed. "We love you too, baby."
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sp1rit-realm · 8 months
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༻¨*:· 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 ·:*¨༺
༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?
༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 hour four!!!!! this one is angsty, folks! strap in! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 forced proximity 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 remus has chronic pain 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠ 𖦹 again, thank you so, so much for the love on this series!!!!
༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 1k
prologue / hour 3 << pt. 5 -- hour 4 >> hour 5
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For a moment, he swears he's back there. Back when everything was simple for you two.
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༻¨*:· 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟒 ·:*¨༺
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"Right," Remus squeezes out, "I do remember that." 
"Yeah. It was a good night."
He laughs humorlessly, "I got so wasted that night. Don't remember half of it. Shit, all I remember is you and then throwing up for about an hour the morning after."
Part of you glows. He remembered you.
"Yeah, you were... fucked up that night."
'You looked so pretty that night,' He wants to say—he can't. In the back of his mind, he's intrigued by you. He wants to know you—know you the way Sirius does. Sirius knew so much about you. He knew about your dreams and your biggest accomplishments, knew of your fears and your failures. And Remus Lupin, in some twisted way, was jealous of Sirius Black.
"You were in the flat that morning, weren't you?"
"Yeah, I stayed with you guys 'cos my flatmate was being a raging bitch."
He nods, "Right."
He remembers seeing you—your hair was a mess as you ate your cereal, and you waved at him with your spoon, wearing a bright smile.
"I was so happy to see you were still alive," Your face wrinkles with a smile, and you shine brighter than the sun.
'What a cute smile,' His brain taunts him.
"I was happy I was alive. Though, after hurling that much, I felt like death." He laughs.
You join him, "I bet. You looked deathly."
He smirks, "More than usual?"
You break into laughter as you remember one of your many insults thrown at him.
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"You look like death, as per usual," You drunkenly slurred at him. Then you squint, eyes meeting his neck, "Are those fucking hickeys?" You'd messily pulled at his collar, "They are! Wow! Remus Lupin, everybody!" You hollered in the crowded bar, "Absolute man whore!"
He stared at you vindictively, "Oh, shut up!" He had yelled.
The rest of the night was a blur. You remember arguing with him more, and Sirius had intervened at one point. You were yelling profanities at Remus as Sirius dragged you away.
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You sigh, "That was a horrible night."
"Your makeup was all smudged."
You snort, "I was making out with some douche."
"And I was the man whore."
You fall into fits of laughter; he soon joins you, "That was a horrid night. I went home with this guy and..." He rubs his hands over his face, "Ugh. He was just a shitbag."
You frown, "Sorry. That sucks."
"Eh," he shrugs, "It's whatever."
You're both silent for a moment, basking in the feeling of... not hating one another.
Remus leans against the wall and sinks into a seated position, "I'm really fucking tired."
He sounds exhausted, and you would say you're not sure where it's coming from, but the reality is, you've been stuck in this elevator with him for four hours, and it's tiring. You collapse next to him. Your knees touch, and it sends sparks up your thigh and through your ribcage, settling in your heart.
"And my joints hurt," He adds.
You gawp for a second, and then you nod, "Right. I forgot."
His movement is sharp as he jerks his head in your direction, "What?" He snaps.
"Hm? Are we back to hating each other?"
"You forgot about what?"
You cock your head, confused, "You have chronic pain. No?"
"I—" Remus is torn. Should he tell you? There's the chance you'll make fun of him for it, but then it hits him that you already know. You know he's chronically ill, and you haven't said anything about it, "Yeah. I have to use a cane sometimes."
"Mhm," You nod, "You've got that one with all the stickers on it."
"I've had that one for years—got it in our fifth year as a present from... everyone," He smiles, and it's so warm that you feel yourself melting into him.
You're both quiet for what feels like hours. It was about two minutes.
"You know, after that night, I always wondered what was wrong with me." You say quietly.
"What?"
"I mean..." Your tone is soft and laced with hurt, "Why don't you like me, Remus? Tell me, full stop."
He shakes his head, "I don't think you want to know."
"I do!" You insist, "I really want to know."
He throws his arms up, "Why the fuck do you care?!"
You're taken aback. It's not the first time Remus has yelled at you, but it somehow hurts the same as it did the first time. This damn lift was making you go crazy.
"Because!" You scream back, "Because I want you to like me!"
"But why?" He groans.
"Because— because I don't think you're all that bad. I see the way you interact with our friends. You're so kind with them. Why am I the exception? What is so wrong with me?"
Remus sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, "You're full of yourself. That's why."
"Bullshit!" You yell, "That's complete and utter bullshit, Remus. And we both know it." 
He rolls his eyes, "See? It's this kind of shit. You wanted to know, so I told you. Now you're complaining like a baby. Honestly, I'm not even sure why my friends put up with you."
Insecurity floods your body, filling up every crack and crevice of your being. 
'My friends.' His—not yours, not ours, his.
It hits you hard, and you go silent. You always felt like an outsider in their group—they'd all known each other since they were kids, and you suddenly appear with Sirius, and they all think you're his latest feat. But you keep coming around, and you've convinced yourself they hate you—that they hate you, and Remus is the only one to actually say something.
"Honestly," he continues, "I'm pretty sure they only put up with you because of Sirius. He'd raved about you. Saying you're talented, intelligent, funny. What a fucking shame that none of it was true."
He's not thinking straight, and he doesn't even realize he's said something so insulting and hurtful until your chest sinks in, and your face contorts into an expression of pain. He's cut you open and, not even a second later, has rubbed salt into the wound.
"Shit— That's not—" He struggles out.
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aechii · 10 months
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₍⁠₍ ONE OF US (2) ₎⁠₎
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{read part 1 here}
PAiRiNG ?! kylian x black!femreader
GENRE ?! romance, fluff (😞)
SYNOPSiS ?! it's kylian's wedding day, and he knows it never gets better than this
C/W ?! she/her pronouns used, just fluff and romance and a tad bit of swearing cos it's me writing?!?!?!?
A/N ?! the all anticipated sequel to one of us!! man, i've hit a writer's block and idk what's going on with my writing but i'm trying to get rid of it so that's that. i would like to dedicate this to @blubffsd (who has unfortunately left tumblr, but i will always hold them dear to my heart). they've asked for this many a time, and it sucks that i released it after they departed from this hellsite. wherever you are blub, i hope you're happy!
enjoy all my wonderful consumers readers :)
“are you ready?”
the voice comes from behind kylian, but his attention remains on the mirror before him. [y/n] had chosen the suit for him, said that the colour suited him, and as he scrutinises himself, he can’t help but wonder what she looks like in her dress. it elevates his heartbeat and he has to huff out a heavy sigh to wash away the light-headedness.
“kylian?”
background noise seeps into his ears once again, and the loud seems to come with more clarity, and concern. his head turns, seeing his brother in the same style suit as him, but rather in a dark shade of blue. 
“you good?”
he faces the mirror, scans himself as his body begins to feel hot and the tie around his neck seems to tighten its hold. kylian slowly shakes his head, exhaling, “i’m so fucking nervous.”
ethan chuckles, landing a hand on his brother’s shoulder as he moves to stand beside him. kylian watches him and is succumbed by a thick wave of wistfulness; his brother succeeds his height, shoulders barely touching and his mind can’t fathom how time has flown past them. 
he still can’t believe he’s getting married today. 
“wedding nerves– it’s normal, bro,” ethan tells him, and kylian snickers in retort. 
“since when did you know so much about weddings?”
“well,” ethan slides his hands into his pockets, rocking on his feet, “when you have two siblings who are married- or getting married- you learn a lot of things.”
kylian nods understandingly, and trickles out a sigh for the umpteenth time.
“you’ll be fine, kylian,” ethan comforts, “[y/n] loves you more than i’ve ever seen anyone love someone- truth be told, you’re lucky.”
kylian can’t deny that. [y/n]’s presence in his life has changed him in a way that’s gratifying, and without her, it’s hard to visualise how he would cope. a love story that they would call, truthfully, unintentional, but undeniably destined. 
“i am, aren’t i?”
ethan doesn’t hesitate to nod profusely, “yeah, you are.”
their father calls them from the door as he enters. his forehead is sheened with sweat and sounds of bustling chatter from the living room bleeds inside then muffles again as he shuts himself in. 
wilfried smiles, finds it hard to withstand the unrelenting tears as he sees his son clad in the crisp, black suit. it wasn’t long ago, in his mind, that kylian played his first ever football match, reaching no more than his knees. and as much as his status quo gets now, he’s about to marry the girl who he could never have approved more of.
“you look- wow,” kylian’s father softly grips his son’s arms before smoothing out an odd crease drawn into his coat. 
“you’ll make me cry, papa, stop,” kylian humours out and wilfried joins him in laughter. 
“it’s just- i can’t believe you’re getting married already.”
“me too,” kylian adjusts his tie, but his father slaps his hand away. “i just cleaned up your shirt, don’t ruin it again.”
his son smiles, albeit wobbly, “sorry, papa.”
wilfried stretches out his arm, twisting it to check the watch circling his wrist.
“it’s nearly time. just about 10 minutes ‘til we have to leave.”
kylian feels a soft tremble oscillate through his skin and he fans himself as if it does anything. his father watches him as he does so, grinning.
“you remind me of how i was,” wilfried recounts, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “almost had a panic attack before we left.”
kylian looks at him, mildly intrigued, “really?”
“the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, kylian,” ethan jokes as he claps his brother on the shoulder, and it makes kylian shake his head, smiling. 
“it’s normal, ethan,” their father corrects, “it’ll be you soon.”
kylian turns to ethan, whose eyes trace elsewhere as he begins to blush. he chuckles at the sight, poking his brother’s cheek.
“don’t be shy now,” kylian says as he smirks and ethan fights back his own grin, nudging his brother’s touch away. 
wilfried watches on and his heart feels heavy in his chest. just one son left. he can’t believe it. 
he retains himself from getting overly emotional, ascending from his seat, “we should get going now. your mum will be angry if we don’t get there on time, you know her.”
kylian and ethan emit sounds of agreement, walking to the door. ethan exits first, and kylian stays behind trying to gather as much composure as he can.
“i’m proud of you, kylian,” his father voices, and it bleeds so much joy and pride that kylian begins to feel choked up. 
“thank you, papa,” kylian shakily expresses. he attempts to shake off the nerves, yet it proves to be fruitless, again. 
“god- i feel like i’m about to pass out.”
“it’s all normal, kylian. you’ll be fine, i can assure you.”
“i know, but,” he pauses, shutting his eyes for a few seconds, “i don’t think i’ll survive seeing [y/n] in her dress.”
wilfried grins so widely, he feels his cheek muscles ache. like father, like son.
“believe me, i know.”
+_-
he’s absolutely trembling. it’s so palpable that one of his groomsmen, brice, has checked on him at least twice now. he had responded with the usual, automated affirmative that he’s fine, but he truly is anything but. it’s been more than 5 minutes since the service was supposed to start, but the bride, his bride, was yet to arrive. 
he glances at his father who looks back at him, and his face doesn’t release his smile. it’s subtle reassurance, and he musters a small smile back just as the hall doors begin to glide open with an old rumble. 
and kylian swears his heart stops. he can’t hear the congregation stand and turn as she proceeds down the aisle. he can’t feel his mind frenzy, even though he knows it does, nor can he feel his hands that will, soon, bear the weight of the unifying ring. his eyes are stuck, stitched to the sight of his to-be wife completely encompassed in an ethereal cloud of white, and for a second, he thinks he’s being visited by an angel from heaven. 
before he knows it, he’s crying. tears of abundant happiness overflow as much as he tries to blink them away but he allows them to because he finds it almost prohibited to look away. ethan stands beside him, handing him a handkerchief, and he’s ever so grateful for his grounding presence right there and then. 
“she’s beautiful. so, so beautiful,” he mutters in tangent. his heart quickens the nearer she gets and he senses ethan bringing a hand to his back. 
then she stands right in front of him. and he stares. stares for what seems like centuries that pass until his brother whispers in his ear, “remove her veil, kylian. i have to go.”
it spurs his movement, shaking him from his reverie, and both hands, vibrating, pinch the sides of the lace, lifting and placing it behind her hair. 
he feels like he’s punched. again.
she smiles so gorgeously at him, and it’s like he’s fallen in love all over again. 
“hi.”
he breathes out slowly, gently interlocking their hands.
“hey.”
the priest begins his welcome and the usual protocol. when he asks the crowd if there were to be any objections, he holds his breath. he’s not aware of anyone being against them, but he knows that it happens more than one could think. silences engulfs the room and the priest, to his relief, breaks it as he proceeds with the service. 
his mind and ears block out everything after that and his gaze never leaves [y/n]’s otherworldly stature. every now and then, he squeezes her hands, just to make sure she’s really here, and she always returns the gesture, as if she reads his mind. 
he’s dazed when a hand comes up to touch his cheek, and his conscience zooms back into the present. 
“you with me, love?”
he nods absentmindedly and the congregation collectively chuckle at him. 
“i think you’ll have to say it again,” [y/n] jokingly tells the priest, and kylian, eyes wide, turns to him.
“i missed the vows?”
“it’s okay, kylian,” he smiles gently, “i’ll read them out again.”
kylian nods, this time, unmasking his ears to hear the words that he knows he’ll agree to wholeheartedly.
“kylian mbappe, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
his response is instantaneous, “i do.”
the priest tilts himself towards [y/n], “[y/n] [l/n] do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
“i do.”
kylian feels the tears gather as the priest utters the words he’s been waiting for, for the past 10 months. 
“i now pronounce you mr and mrs mbappe. kylian, you may kiss the bride.”
as their families cheer, holler and cry tears of utmost joy, his lips find his wife’s, both barely able to contain their grins. 
and at the back of kylian’s mind, he envisions a picture of this very moment, framed in gold and mounted upon the wall of his mother’s house.
just like [y/n] had wanted.
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echo-rambles · 1 month
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use my body against me
summary: when a drunk text to your ex gets answered in a way you never expected, it leads to falling right back into old habits. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend chan, suggestive content but nothing explicit, mention of recreational alcohol use, swearing. notes: title from the way you miss me by all time low. mostly a rewrite of my very first reader insert fic, because I loved the concept but I wasn't a fan of my own writing, and I think I've vastly improved since. I might write a continuation, but no promises.
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The situation you currently find yourself in is truly one of your own making. There’s really no one else to blame, no matter how much you would love to point the finger at literally anyone besides yourself. 
There’s a text message from Bang Christopher Chan sitting there, on your phone. Staring up at you almost accusatory and chilling you to the bone. 
-Good morning, I hope you’re drinking water to combat all of that vodka you consumed last night! hahaha 
At first, the text means nothing to you. It leaves you in a state of mild confusion only exacerbated by your incredible hangover. How would he know you drank your weight in liquor? The only answer you can even try to think up isn’t a good one. Feeling brave and a little nauseous, you decide to scroll up, farther into this conversation between you and your ex.
The confusion melts away into horror as you locate the beginning of this conversation. One glance at the selfie you sent has the memory coming back to you, causing your headache to flare. Oh no.
It was late last night, and you had already drank one too many shots of whatever fruity flavored vodka was available. Shut away in Felix’s bathroom, the light overhead far too harsh and fluorescent, pulling your shirt down enough to show off your cleavage. Snapping a picture in the mirror above the sink, leaning into the counter and trying your best to look some approximation of sexy. 
Fumbling fingers sent it to Chan. The first text between the two of you in months. 
Looking at the selfie now has your stomach twisting into knots. Oh no. The texts that followed aren’t any better. Actually, they somehow make the entire situation worse. 
-the fact that i wore this shirt hoping you’d be at this party only to learn you went home EARLY?
-i wasted such an amazing outfit and for nothing
-i bet you looked good too. bastard
-sometimes i can’t tell if i miss you or just the weight of you on top of me 
-i miss how good you were -i know fora fact i miss your mouth -i miss your mouth on MY MOUTH -omg i miss my mouth on your
You swipe away from those messages. Knowing for a fact you’ll have to read them eventually, to get a proper understanding of the things you said to him. But not right now. Right now you continue to scroll, your texts devolving into a mix of incomprehensible emojis and bitching at Chan about things he very obviously can’t control. You were a mess, holy shit. Who even let you text? Why wasn’t your phone confiscated the moment vodka hit your lips?
The only things that Chan has replied with since your terrible wall of drunk texts is an initial Oh wow lol, and his aforementioned good morning text.
It could be worse, right? He could’ve blocked you or typed out an excruciatingly long lecture about drinking responsibly. It honestly could’ve been so much worse. 
Crawling your way out of bed, still vaguely nauseous and trying to fight the urge to lay face down on the floor and never get up again, you shuffle your way into the bathroom. First thing’s first before you tackle whatever the fuck is on your phone, you decide to wash up to feel human again.
The world can fall apart around you for all you care. All you want is a shower and some toothpaste. 
Wrapped in a towel and your toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you finally decide to reply. You probably shouldn’t, especially now that you’re sober and know better, but you have to apologize. That feels like the polite thing to do. 
Well, the only way to begin is by beginning. 
-lol hey good afternoon 
-I ended up demolishing an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me
How do you even apologize for last night? Sorry I was so angry and horny and I made it your problem? Sorry that the first time I've texted you since we broke up was a drunk thirst trap? So sorry, and hey by the way how have you been since we had the messiest breakup because you’re bad at prioritizing and I’m bad at communication? 
Yeah, definitely none of that. 
You’re still standing there in your bathroom, staring into the mirror and brushing your teeth on autopilot as your mind spins into itself, when your phone lights up. One notification followed swiftly by a second, making your phone buzz on the counter. 
Chan’s contact stares back at you, both messages fading off into ellipses. 
-Ah, RIP. You should’ve drank three…
-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could…
Oh, you don’t think this is the sort of message you can read by yourself while still combating the aching nausea of a hangover. Absolutely not, whatever he has to say can be answered once you have a sufficient amount of caffeine and the right company. 
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“I need a second opinion.” It’s the first thing you say, after sitting down across from Felix and shoving your phone at him. Showing off the string of text messages you experienced after waking up. You still haven’t read the newest text. 
Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood. 
With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and unlocking your phone. The silence stretches on as he swipes through the text thread and stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer. 
“Wait, he wants to meet up with you?”
“He wants to what?” You snatch the phone from his hands, finally reading the text yourself. 
-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later?
Just the idea of seeing him again has something hot and electric buzzing through your veins. Your immediate instinct is to say yes. You want to say yes so badly, yes a thousand times over. Instead you very deliberately place your phone onto the table. 
Felix has slumped back into his seat, eyeing you warily. “I thought you weren’t talking to him?”
“I mean- I wasn’t. But now I am, kind of? It’s not that big of a deal-” 
“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if I’d say it’s ‘not a big deal’-”
“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.” 
All you get in response is Felix’s eyebrows pitching inwards and his mouth molding into a little frown. The type of frown that is trying very hard to not be a frown. He’s giving you the most pitying look you’ve probably ever seen on his angelic face. 
You should say no. Scoop up your phone and tell him that you can’t make it. Conjure up some far flung excuse so that you won’t reopen old wounds. But you want to see him again, desperately. 
You tap your fingers along the edge of the table. “Is this a bad idea?” 
“Do you want my truthful answer?” Felix replies from the depths of his hoodie. Your phone sits between you, dark screen facing the ceiling. 
You think for a moment. “Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, fuck you.” 
The thing is, you know he has a point. It doesn’t feel very good but it’s true. Sure, you and Chan can be amicable over text, but that’s over text. Who knows what will happen if you’re face to face. Would it be awkward and stilted? Or maybe everything you say to each other will be filled with vitriolic anger. Things didn’t exactly end on the best terms, and that might just leak into an otherwise pleasant meeting. 
But you are nothing if not a professional at both denial and deflections, so you push all of those thoughts very far away. 
Maybe this could be a new start. Maybe you and Chan could be the incredibly rare type of people who are friends with their ex. You’d like that, actually, to have Chan back in your life beyond some tertiary character you hear about from other people. Texting him reminded you how much you actually miss your best friend. 
Snatching your phone up, you just barely restrain yourself from checking to see if you somehow managed to miss any new messages. 
“It’s a friend thing! Friend’s hang out all the time. We're going to go get coffee or something equally platonic and we're going to ignore all of the drunk texts I sent him!” Your voice raises in pitch towards the end, and it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than anything else.
Felix gives you a very unimpressed look. “You told him that you miss the feel of his-”
“I know what I said!"
"In your mouth-"
"Thank you!”
Those texts are burned into your brain, you're well aware of the things you sent Chan. How they got more detailed the more you sent. Just remembering some of them has you flushing.
“I mean," Felix hums, oblivious to the direction your thoughts are taking. "I guess it could be a thing friends do.” There's too much sarcasm in his words for your liking.
“As if you haven’t said something similar to any of your friends.”
One of his eyebrows arch, and the gesture is so very pointed. “Any friend that I’ve gotten on my knees for was never at any point an extremely complicated ex.”
"Shut the fuck up." He's right and you hate it.
But still. You want to see Chan so badly. Finally you give in to the all consuming urge to reply. Opening up Chan’s contact, your fingers work quickly. 
-I mean, if you’re paying…
-Of course I’ll pay haha 
-then count me in!
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cave so quickly.” Felix sighs, but there’s something all tangled into his words. Some emotion you can’t really identify right now. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it sounds hopeful. 
“Seriously, shut up.” 
“You came here asking for my opinion!” 
“Well!” You huff, trying not to glance at the little typing bubble that appears under your fingers. Signaling that Chan is in the middle of replying to you. He wants to continue your stupid little conversation. Your heart does a funny little wiggle at the sight. “I’ll take what you said into consideration, I guess.”
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Felix was probably right, and that was such a complicated thought to have while Chan’s hand was currently palming you through your shirt. 
See, it really had started out with grabbing coffee together. Something extremely casual with no pressure, the conversation just a little awkward at the start. Both of you trying to remember how to be civil towards each other, how to smile and laugh at jokes. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and fucking hell, Felix was right; you’re so incredibly weak. 
You tried so hard to keep things on track, really you did. The possibility of being friends was right there, laid out in front of you. But then Chan smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip and looks up at you from under those fucking eyelashes of his, and oh. You were gone.
He makes it almost disgustingly easy to be around him. It makes your head buzz. 
Somehow the touch of your fingers against the inside of his wrist lead you to his apartment. Where he pins you to the wall and kisses you so deeply you can feel it in your toes. You almost forgot what it felt like when Chan put his full strength into holding you in place. It’s heady. 
He still tastes the same. Somehow, in the midst of his hands gripping and tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush together, that’s the thought that floats its way to the forefront. Chan tastes the same, even after all this time where you never got to taste him. He feels the same too, a little wider, mostly in his shoulders, but still familiar. He makes the same little noise in the back of his throat when you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. 
It’s all so familiar and you could choke on it. 
You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn. 
You should say something though, right? Right? 
The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.
You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine. 
This doesn’t feel like a particularly good idea, but then he’s grinding against you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh, and it doesn’t really matter all that much. 
“Is this a terrible idea?” He asks, practically breathing the words directly into your mouth, and you find it a little funny. Not only are you both having the same sort of thought, but it feels incredibly belated. 
“Honestly Chris? I don’t really give a fuck.” 
That gets him to laugh. Just the quietest little giggle into the skin of your jaw. His hand moves, until he’s grabbing at your ass and angling your hips higher, and it’s really such an inspired thing. The feeling of him, hard through his denim, pressing into you has a moan tripping out of you. 
You definitely need to talk about this. 
Chan keeps touching you, kissing you, undressing you. Little by little, constantly asking 'is this ok? Yeah? We can stop whenever you want-' because he's still a gentleman. You haven't been this close to him in months, but he's still so fucking considerate. It'd be more maddening if it wasn't so familiar. If anything it’s reassuring, filling you with a stupid amount of confidence. You know how to deal with this. 
You repeat yes over and over, hands at his shoulders and licking the word into his mouth, no matter how much he asks. 
He peels your shirt away, careful with the fabric, mouth already trailing down your neck, your chest, landing on the swell of your cleavage. Hands so wide, palms easily fitting to your bare waist.
"Just tell me to stop, and I will-"
Finally you snap. Like a live wire pulled too taut, reaching out to grab at his face. Pressing your fingers into the hollows of his cheeks, his chin resting in the curve of your palm. "Christopher, I'm so horny I feel like I might cry. So while I really appreciate what you're trying to do- if you don't rail me stupid in the next five minutes, I can't be held accountable for my actions."
"Oh, sorry." He blinks at you, a little slowly as he leans more of his weight into your hand. Your fingers dig into the meat of his face and you can feel something tense in his jaw.
"Don't apologize baby, just get on with it." This feels familiar too. Like slipping into a pair of beloved jeans. The fit so perfect.
His eyes light up in the next instant, sparkling and bright, and holy shit you're in for it now. "Say less, boss."
You don't know if you still love him, but you do know that you'll always love the feeling of his mouth on you. His hands. Leaving wet trails as he kisses your skin messily, sloppy. Clever fingers following in the wake of his tongue.
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dandylovesturtles · 1 year
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just a little drabble thing
I know I have stuff to work on but in my defense, I've done writing on both my projects today so leave me alone with my brainrot
this is absolutely the fault of @intotheelliwoods and the brainrot their Leo losing an arm anyway art has given me. Please go check out that post and the linked comic and give it all the likes and reblogs SERIOUSLY.
okay here's a thing byyyyeeee
He sees the ball out of his peripheral vision, before he even hears Mikey yell, "Heads up!" He reaches to catch it, but it smacks into the side of his head anyway, and it's only once it collides that he realizes.
It hit his right side. He'd reached with a hand that wasn't there anymore.
It's just a rubber ball that Mikey had been kicking around. It didn't hurt where it made contact, just bounced off his head harmlessly before dropping to the floor and rolling away. Nothing to be upset about. And yet...
Something sad and ugly twists in his gut.
"Whoops! Sorry, Leo!" Mikey's voice pulls his attention. He's holding the ball now and looking at Leo and Leo wishes he wouldn't. "Didn't mean to hit you."
"You didn't, that was on purpose. I've been working on my headers!" The joke rolls out of him with such practiced ease he doesn't even have to think about it. He's grinning and he hopes nothing shows on his face.
It's such a little, stupid thing and he has no reason to be upset so why is his chest burning?
"...Everything okay?" asks Mikey, looking at him too closely now, and Leo is struck by the urge to push him away so he'll stop, an urge he quickly pushes down because wow, dramatic much?
What is he going to say? "I couldn't catch the ball and now I want to cry about it"? What is he, five?
"Just thinking I want to get some snacks," he lies, backing away from Mikey toward the lair's exit. "Be back in a few. Hey, if you want something, text me!"
"Leo!" Mikey calls after him, but he's already running through the tunnels like the coward he is.
...
"...Hey Leon."
Leo peeks up around his knees. Leonardo is standing over him, so big and tall and imposing. Leo isn't sure how it's possible that he ever gets that big.
He's not wearing his arm, and Leo's eyes linger on the missing piece before sinking back down to his own legs, pulled up to his chest.
"How'd you find me?"
He hears an amused huff. "You think I'd forget where I used to do my teenage angsting?"
"Who's angsting? Not me. I'm angst free."
There's some shuffling, and then he feels a warm weight on his left side.
"You remember what I said? You can tell me anything."
"There's nothing to tell," he tries. When there's no response, he tacks on, "It's stupid anyway."
"How about you tell me what it is, and then I'll decide if I think it's stupid?"
Leo hesitates, reaching over and fiddling with one of his bandages out of habit. Leonardo is quiet, and patient, and Leo hates how it works on him every time.
"...Mikey kicked a ball at me. Probably not on purpose." Not that he would mind if it had been on purpose, actually, because Pizza Supreme knows he's thrown many a thing at his brothers in his life, but that isn't the point. "And I tried to catch it but... I tried to use my right arm, before I remembered, oh yeah, don't got one of those anymore."
"Okay." Leonardo's voice is measured. "What part of that is supposed to be stupid?"
"That it didn't even hurt but I'm out here "teenage angsting" anyway?"
"Okay, poor choice of words. That's my bad." Leonardo leans into him, and Leo doesn't pull back. "Sounds to me like you aren't upset about the ball. Sounds like you're upset about your arm."
"Yeah, well, I spent weeks being sad about that. I'd like for it to be over, please."
"Unfortunately I don't think it works like that, Mini Me. Grief moves at its own pace. Trust me on that."
Leo pulls his head up, fixing his older counterpart with a stare. "You don't seem bothered by it anymore. How'd you manage that?"
He gets a shrug in return. "I don't think you should use my reaction to gauge your own."
"Why not? We're literally the same person."
"We stopped being the same person the day you stopped the invasion."
Leo isn't sure that's true.
Perhaps sensing that such is the case, Leonardo sighs and continues. "I've had longer to get used to it than you. Eventually, your body starts to adjust to make up for it. Plus, I was older than you when it happened, and I'd already lost... things that made an arm feel like nothing by comparison."
Leo shudders at that, and Leonardo reaches with his arm, giving Leo's shoulder a comforting rub.
"It took time, though. And it still trips me up sometimes. My body forgets and tries to reach with an arm that isn't there. The robot arm doesn't help with adjusting."
He can't help but smile at that, just a little. "But it's so cool."
"Damn straight it's cool. Can't wait to see what Donnie's got cooking up for you."
"Raph nixed the flamethrower attachment."
"He's probably already added it, you just have to swear not to tell."
Leo snickers, and Leonardo laughs along.
"One way we're still the same," Leonardo says when they're quiet again, "is that we aren't good at being kind to ourself. But you're going to have bad days, and you're going to have days where the little things feel insurmountable. And I'm asking you on those days to be kind to yourself."
The sad, ugly thing in Leo's gut is still there, but he feels better anyway, staring at the wall of the tunnel with Leonardo's weight still at his side. Be kind to himself, huh?
"...Seems like you could use the same advice, old man."
Leonardo chuckles, reaching over to give his head a light cuff. "Yeah, yeah. Let's try to learn together."
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I Have Overprotective Girlfriends
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You don't remember being knocked unconscious one minute you were taking down agents left to right. Hitting them with electric shocks, a blow to the head with your baton, and just good old-fashioned punch or kick to the face. The next thing you knew you were waking up tied to a chair with metal wire wrapped around your arms and legs. The bindings were definitely going to leave marks with the way they dug into your skin.
You let out a groan lifting your head to take in your surroundings only for a fist to slam right into right cheek. Your head snapped to the left as the bruised cheek exploded with pain.
"Hey boss the Avenger is finally awake" an unfamiliar gruff voice said.
You looked up to see a man with a large frame and a bald head dressed in a forest green T-shirt, dark pants, and combat boots. Standing in front of you with his arms crossed over chest. He regarded you with a sneer.
"Easy with the shots buddy I got overprotective girlfriends" You warned him. It earned you a blow to the stomach making you hunch over as the breath left your lungs.
A low chuckle came from behind along with approaching footsteps. "A battered face should be the least of your concerns Sparky."
"Wow really clever nickname I've only heard it a few hundred times" You gasped in a raspy voice still bent over trying to get your breathing right again. Of course the comment just caused the henchmen to attack again.
Black spots filled your vision when the back of your head made contact with the cemented floor with a sickening crunch. Your mind went blank as pain took over, and for a second you nearly lost consciousness again. The burly man had kicked you right in the chin so hard your chair went flying backward to the floor.
"Got anything else to say" The henchmen asked appearing in your line of vision cracking his knuckles.
You kept your mouth shut this time had already taken too much damage. If you were going to find a way out of this the little strength you had left needed to be preserved.
He nodded his head in satisfaction and proceeded to lift the chair to stand you upright again. His boss was waiting locking eyes with you as soon as you were facing forward again. A short stocky man with a mop of dark brown hair, and a matching goatee. He wore a dark green-white striped suit. It was as if he stepped out of some bad old gangsters movie.
You fought off the urge to grin at the getup, and cursed yourself for getting bested by the likes of this man.
"Now that you're in a listening mood let's discuss terms" The man said.
You pretended to listen to his demands but you didn't really need to. For you already knew what he wanted and the second he got in. His promise to let you live would go out the window like they always did with bad guys. He had every intention on killing you knowing you would come for him. Once you were free and all of this would end with him and his men in jail.
The metal binds on your wrist wasn't giving or loosening no matter how much you twisted your wrists. The familiar power of electricity running through your veins wasn't present. Which could only mean one thing they put some type of power damper on you. Your neck was collar free so maybe it was something smaller.
Worry started to settle in when the burly man took his boss's spot again. This was a solo mission so none of your fellow Avengers were coming to the rescue any time soon. You could take a beating but that didn't mean you wanted to.
More of his henchmen had poured of rooms you couldn't see, and started to surround you. Some were equipped with weapons from brass knuckles to chains even a few knives.
This was going to get bad if you didn't come up with a plan soon, but then a chirping noise filled the air. One you recognized all too well and your heart was overcome with joy. The chirping of the kimoyo beads were your salvation. The bracelet weren't on your wrist but resting on a brown table a few feet behind the burly man. He was looking back eyes zeroing in on the beads.
"What did you just do?" He demanded to know turning back to you. Eyes filled with rage with a hint of fear behind them.
"I have no idea what you're talking about buddy." You played dumb with a smirk shrugging your shoulders. He struck you in the nose knocking your head back.
"I'm not going to ask again"
"And I'm not going to tell you again watch the face I have overprotective girlfriends." You replied grinning despite the agony and blood running from your nose to your lips.
"You had your chan-" His words were cut off as the warehouse was thrown into darkness. Immediately a terrified scream came from your left but it was cut off just as fast. More yelps filled the air around you along with the distinct sound of steel clashing against steel. Sparks lighting up the surrounding area a few times. Giving you and the burly man a few glimpses of what was going on.
Two black streaks weaved through the warehouse taking down henchmen after henchmen. A flash of gold and silver here and there accompanied with the view of a sharp point of a spear. The burly man began to hyperventilate whirling around trying to anticipate. When the intruders were going to come for him. After two minutes the lights came back on welcoming him too. The sight of Ayo and Aneka standing on either side of you spears resting at their side. Neither of them looked too happy. The bodies of his comrades laid scattered on the floor unconscious, and his boss was slumped against the wall with his hands locked in a pair of heavy duty handcuffs.
"My love would you be so kindly to tell us who marked up your beautiful face? Ayo asked. Her tone was dangerously calm.
"The idiot standing in front of us" You answered with no hesitation. Not hiding the glee you were feeling at all.
"Wait I give up" The burly man pleaded holding up his hands while backing away. "Okay I surrender you win."
Ayo raised an eyebrow "there will be no surrendering for you."
Aneka laid her spear on the floor and crouched down behind you, and started working on freeing your hands. The burly man saw his chance whirling around to run.
Ayo let out a tsk sound stalking forward. He never stood a chance and a few seconds later. His cries of agony reached your ears.
"She's not going to kill him is she?" You asked Aneka almost feeling sorry for him. She had worked you completely free by now, and was examining the extent of your injuries.
"No Ayo knows how to show restraint even when she doesn't want to." Aneka told you pulling a handkerchief from somewhere in her armor. She pressed it to your still bleeding noise.
"Its why she went after him instead of me" she added fury in her eyes.
Your eyes widened in surprise at the comment wondering if the wailing man was truly better off in Ayo's hands than Aneka's. From the sound of his ongoing screams maybe not.
You leaned back in the chair letting your body relax as Aneka continued to take care of your injuries.
It was his own fault after all you had warned him.
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* ˚ ✦midnight rain* ˚ ✦
Oneshot
Jjk x reader
Warnings: none
singer f!reader x supporting bf jungkook
Word count: 4.9k
.•♫•♬• he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight •♬•♫•.
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Rain, he wanted it comfortable
I wanted that pain. 
He wanted a bride 
I was making my own name
Chasing that fame. 
All of me changed like midnight. 
“Y/n crosses the records of most streamed female artists in YouTube history!” “She's impeccable! And no one does it like her!” “I can't wait for her to announce the tour. The new album is everything I want.” “I really envy her because of her producing skills. Please write a song for me!” “Winters belongs to y/n because every 27th of November she drops an album and she's killing it!” “I wish I could be like her!” “she's so beautiful and kind” 
Kind. I chuckled and closed the television. For the seventh time. 27th November reminds me of something. Something I'm afraid to think about. I couldn't sleep because he’s on my mind. Again. Please leave me alone. I've already written fifteen songs about you. I can't do it anymore—I ended up writing a poem. The same poem every midnight, it's happening often and it's concerning. A surreal feeling spoke that the guilt inside of me might leave me alone if I keep writing this poem again and again. But the truth is it didn't. The guilt was still there, fresh and tender, that I did break his heart. 
Five years ago
“Oh, I'm sorry!” I bent down to pick up someone’s stuff I crashed into while I was running in my audition. Before I could even look up at his face he picked up some lyric sheets and ran. I frowned and he was out of sight. But I realised he left his bracelet here. A silver bracelet. I bit my bottom lip and went inside the venue. “What?! They already left?! You can't do this to me!” I can hear footsteps behind me. Much to my dismay, the audition for a movie soundtrack I applied to changed their timings and I wasn't even informed. 
Someone taps my rage-filled figure as I turn around In annoyance. I abruptly held my cursings back and I can see him going still. “I-oh-this—this is mine” he pointed at the silver bracelet which hung around my wrist, my cheeks turning crimson in embarrassment. “Oh yeah, here. I'm sorry I just decided to wear it for the time being.” I smile awkwardly as he takes it with a smile. Sunshine sunshine sunshine. His eyes hold the golden rays of the sun. He was sunshine. I awkwardly scratched my head and decided to leave until I tripped into thin air.
“Ow ow!” I struggled with my knee, “hey are you okay?” I nod. “I just hit my knee on the table.” he exhales and helps me sit on the seat. “Dude I'm bleeding?!” my very-much-not-needed high-pitched voice echoes in the hall. “Wait” he fishes through his pocket and pulls out a white napkin. He gently wraps it around my knee, I can't help but swoon over how perfect that face looked. I did the best thing by naming him sunshine, well not really but at least in my head. 
A horn can be heard as his head jolts up, terrified he was as he completes the knot. And he ran away. His black jacket flaring and his steps echoing, did he just..? Wow. I sigh in exhaustion as I decide to call my brother to pick me up.
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“Hi dumbass. Return with another clumsy action that your family isn't proud of?” I roll my eyes and sit inside the car. “Just take me home.” he starts the car and puts on call it what you want by Taylor Swift. “Reputation is Awesome!” my eyes widened, “its out?!” Taehyung nodded while he sang that song aloud as I joined him. 
“The new neighbours are shifting today?” I asked as Taehyung nodded, taking me on his back. “Ow! Y/n you're becoming a cow!” I hit his head. “Shut up or I'll paint your whole face!” He takes me inside the house while my curious eyes see some people when my eyes stop on a very familiar face I saw a few minutes ago. Holy shit. He caught me as I turned my head around. Sunshine is my new neighbour? Something inside of me twists in somewhat happiness. I cleared my throat. And avoid looking at the house beside us when I in fact wanted to really badly. 
“Ah! Finally!” I say aloud as I sniff the fresh fragrance of my newly washed sheets and my fluffy blankets. Then I remembered how I still need to disinfect my knee as I shuffled and found the bottle. As I open the napkin from the sunshine dude I see an embroidery on it. Midnight rain was written in cute handwriting with small lines embroidered as rain drops. I smile. Oh I’m not returning this. It has a little of my blood but still looks soft and cute. I placed it carefully at the side table and completed my work before I went to sleep. 
but I couldn’t. My mind kept thinking about the sunshine. It’s past midnight and I cannot sleep at all. I pout and take my book to write something. Which I also ended up singing with my guitar. 
“he was sunshine, I was midnight rain. 
He was beautiful, I was opaque. 
He was in love. I wanted that fame. 
He remained the same. 
And I changed. 
I just wish that all of this is a vision. 
He was spring’s rebirth and I was autumn’s ache. 
He was daylight, I was midnight hail.”
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“The new neighbours invited us for dinner. I’m not going since I have night duty at the hospital. And you know how your dad is. So you two are going.” Taehyung groaned. “No! I’m calling Jin over for games, y/n can go.” I just blinked while munching my toast as mom sighs. “Y/n, you will drag taehyung with you. And take the packed gift with you I placed on the front table. Don’t try to open it taehyung!” Taehyung stopped his hands and I made a face to him. 
“Bye honey” mom kissed dad’s cheeks and ours as well before leaving for her night shift. I exhale and take the gift out of Tae's hands. “Don’t touch it, I know you want Christmas decorations from November but this is a gift.” I say and put it aside as he rolls his eyes on me. “Oh c’mon I love holidays, my birthday comes just before the new year” I add the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and look at him. “It’s almost seven, get ready, we need to go there by eight” I say as he runs to his room.
My dad got into an accident when he was fulfilling his duty as a cop. He was diagnosed with paralysis in his lower body after that. And mom got her promotion as a senior doctor in a government hospital. As a middle class family, we went okay and we got to fill our stomachs with good food and got the things we wanted. Taehyung is in his senior year of college and I graduated with a bachelor in arts and music. Currently jobless but trying my best to find a consistent job and not just two-three songs a month. 
I put on my lip balm and tied my hair in a tight ponytail, my knee was good now and I was able to walk perfectly. “We’re not going to any wedding, tae” I eyed his maroon suit as he rolled his eyes. “Oh c’mon!”
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we knock the door with a gift in our hands as a middle aged man opens it and smiles friendly at us. “Oh you must be Kim's, am I right?” Tae hyung nods as I smile and greet him. “Oh come inside” he invited us as I removed my shoes while taehyung was already inside and I again bumped into someone.
“Oh I’m sorry—wait” he says as I look up, oh please don’t ask about the napkin “did you come here to give me my napkin back?” I blinked, staring at his face, “uh—no. I’m invited.” Realisation sinks him in as he nods. “Oh yeah you must be our new neighbours.” He says as I smile, “yep.” “Oh honey you didn’t have to bring this!” Mrs.jeon says as I smile, “mom gave it to us for here and she’s excited to meet you Mrs.jeon” she smiles and oh I get a glimpse of him in his mother. “I’m serving food, please take a seat.” I smile and me and Taehyung awkwardly sit alone. 
“Jungkook! Baby come here help me!” Oh so her husband’s name is Jungkook. “Yes mom!” What?! Me and Taehyung stare at each other with widened eyes. We don’t even remember when was the last time mom called us even with love. She yells and threatens. ‘Y/n I’m burning your cd’s if you don’t help me with the kitchen!’ ‘Taehyung no outing if you don’t finish your assignments before time!’ ‘I’m so sick of these children, oh gosh! What did I even do to birth such lazy people?!’
The familiar face of the sunshine dude came into sight as his feet thumped on the wooden floor and he sat across us. “Y/n, he is Jungkook. My elder son, he’s an architect currently working under a company.” I frown at Mrs.jeon’s words. “We’ve m—“ “Mom, the curry is bland. You need to add some more salt” my frown deepened as he mouthed something which I couldn’t hear so he came and whispered to my ear. “Please don’t tell my mother about the audition. She doesn’t know. I’ll do anything you want. I promise” 
Taehyung chokes as Jungkook glares at him. I didn't even realise what he said. I was just enjoying His cologne on my nostrils and His breath on me. The way I felt sick in my stomach because of his voice. I cleared my throat as I tried to move away before I yelped. His necklace was stuck in my cardigan. He moved closer again to remove it but it just kept getting stuck. He tried for the whole five minutes and Taehyung stared at us wide-eyed. Jungkook exhales and removes the necklace from his neck. 
“You can keep it. Seems like it doesn’t want to be owned by you” I take the silver chain to see a pinkish purple bottle of potion in my hands. “It’s called love potion” I stare at the beautiful bottle. “Thank you, Jungkook,” I said and felt him blush. “Y-you’re welcome” “oh it’s so lovely to see kookie finally interacting with women! Don’t mind him, he’s just so shy” I smile at Mrs.jeon. “It’s fine. He’s cute” she giggles and Jungkook turns red and quickly sits at his place. “What’s your major, y/n?” 
Jungkook asked, “I'm a bachelorette in arts and music. Currently finding a job overseas or within Korea” she frowns. “Music? I mean it’s useless right? Our Jungkook also wanted to do music but it’s a waste of time. And most of the time you’re just a one hit wonder after so much hard work” she chews her food, “I’m glad Jungkook chose engineering. We just want a bride for him now.” She smiles as I look at Jungkook. “What’s his age, Mrs.jeon?” I asked. “He’s twenty-eight.” I nod.
“I’m sure he’ll get a nice woman” I couldn’t smile anymore. Now I know why he didn’t want me to tell about his audition. My heart clenched at his situation. He wanted to do music but his family didn’t approve and he left his dream to learn any instruments or the language of music. “What’s your age, y/n?” Mrs.jeon asks, “I’m twenty-five. Taehyung is twenty-three.” She smiles warmly. “What is your major, taehyung?” She asks him as they talk while I can see Jungkook saddened. 
What if he tries learning some with me? But that’s impossible. I bit my lip. His mother isn’t a huge fan of these I can tell. In secret? That would at least give him some peace like I get. But I’m not that brave to ask him that directly, that’ll come out another way if I ask him out here. I ended up not even asking about music and he was silent the whole night. Upset maybe. Oh I don’t like upset sunshines, I like them smiling wide. But what can I do? I’m not even moonlight, I’m rain. 
“Oh, goddamn
Your misery holds in the palm of my freezing hand. 
Taking yours, but it’s been sworn to another. 
Oh, you can’t 
Stop me from setting hearts in your dreamland.
Your hut of stone, my ivy unfolds. 
And now You’re covered in me.” 
I sang while I played with my guitar strings and there was a paper ball thrown at me when I stopped. I looked up to see the sunshine smiling at me. “You sing beautifully” I smiled “thanks, sunshine” he scrunched his nose cutely when his eyes dropped to the brown guitar in my hands. “Is that guitar yours?” he asks, sparkles in his eyes. “Yes. You can try it if you want. But you need to come here for that though” he raised his eyebrow. “You're Inviting a stranger into your house” I chuckled. “No, I'm inviting sunshine into my house at midnight” 
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“This is fucking signed by Harry styles, wow” he admires my guitar. “My aunt lives in the States. She got it for me” his palm runs over the guitar and takes it in his lap while I lean on the window. “What’s your favourite song of harry?” I asked. “kiwi, latest release” he smirks as I squint my eyes. “Oh I haven’t heard it yet. Isn’t it his first album after One Direction disbanded?” He nodded and his eyes widened when he played something out of it. “Wow” I smiled at his behaviour and went to him and helped him play some tunes. 
He also checked my written lyrics as he praised it. And told me that midnight rain could be a love story of a sunshine like him and a midnight like me. I ignored that opinion by the way. “The world moves on another day, another drama drama! but not for me, not for me all I think about is karma!” We blasted pop so hard that night. I felt so warm on a winter-y night. The sun was smiling brightly at me, but when he was about to leave. Hailing started harshly at almost two in the morning. 
“You’d have a fever” I said, and the next thing he said made my heart swell and crunch. “If I get to experience midnights like this, I’m willing to give my daylight away” I just think that he loves music so much and it hurts me. How he never got to experience this with freedom. And something In me told me that I need to do something to make his hurt go away. I watch him from my window, leaving while he’s soaked up in midnight rain. Still smiling wide at me. The love potion dangling on my neck, his napkin flowing in the air, his fingerprints on my guitar. And heart. 
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I didn’t even realise when six months passed away with our new neighbors. I got a job under a production company as a co.composer and vocalist. It’s all K-pop though, but they still paid me. “You both should get into a relationship. Perfect match” Mrs.jeon said while I was having breakfast with them, I placed my plate on the kitchen counter. “Tell your son” I said as she laughed. “Oh c’mon Jungkook, y/n is awesome” I heard him clear his throat as I washed my hands, “Kim y/n, are you ready to be my forever and always, my midnight rain?”
My movements halt as I move my head to look at him smiling wide at me. Long hair waving, sunlight on his golden skin, the summer warm breeze in the kitchen window. His mother was smiling at us. Taehyung clapping. My heart is beating so fast. My breath hitching. I couldn’t even form any words. Did I was so deeply in love that his words heal my soul? That I didn’t even realise how important he was to me. In my everyday life. How he captures me with his smile and eyes. Eyes that held the whole universe in them, most importantly sun. 
“Hey, guk! This is not how it works man! You need to ask romantically. Not in the kitchen having jam sandwiches!” I can hear taehyung through all the chaos in my head. Oh yeah right. This is literally below average. Play hard to get! I grumbled to myself as I again moved my head to the sink. “I agree, taehyung. Absolutely no effort.” Mrs.jeon says while shaking her head. “She’s a woman with intelligence. She deserves a better confession” Mr.jeon says across the room as I chuckled. 
I can hear Jungkook clear his throat, while I wiped my hands. “Thanks for the breakfast! I’ll buy you something, coming back aunt!” I said while wearing my shoes and glanced one last time at jungkook. “Bye” he mouthed as I ignored him and left their house.
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Later that evening, I was exiting the building of my studio. The sky was a maroon-ish red of the sunny evening. I smile at the warm sunlight as I walk to the nearest bus station. I heard a whistle and a pink cotton candy was in front of me. 
“Hi!” His big doe eyes wide and his thin lips in a wide smile. A yellow t-shirt. “What?” I asked and dodged his cotton candy while walking again. “Why are you mad though?!” He yells from his place. “I don’t know!” I yell back. “Stop or I’ll kiss you hard!” I roll my eyes. “Go on sunshine!“ I mock and seconds after I was pulled In with soft lips on mine. His vanilla fragrance dizzied me, I heard the sky roar and small drops of water coming from the sky, people running but we stayed still. 
My heart was roaring and beating, my breath was caught with his. His hands around my waist. The sunlight was gone, his lips soft. It was like a soft yet deep pepper kiss on me. Like a blessing from the sun. He pulled away and caressed my face. His hair was wet and clothes had moistened patches. My breathing was still heavy. “You don’t understand how much you mean to me. And you never will.” I look up to meet his soft brown orbs. “You didn’t even try…” he smiles and takes my hands in his, placing a kiss on them and my heart throbbed so hard. 
I second handedly thought I’m getting a heart attack. “You’re more than special to me. My whole world. I’m..bad with words. But…you don’t understand how much you make me smile with a single thought of yours. Your smile blooms the flower of love in my garden…and it’ll take me forever to count every flower of love rooted by you, y/n. I love you. So much.” Tears filled my eyes as I threw my arms around him. A smile on his lips as he hugs me tightly, sniff my scent, kiss my cheeks, under the rain. 
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Back to present
“Please welcome y/n!” I walk on the stage with a smile and wave my hands to the cheering crowd. “So we’re going to spin this wheel and see what song you're playing tonight! My expectations are, ‘dance for you’ or ‘I need you to leave me’. Let’s spin the wheel shall we?” I spin the wheel thingy and it stops on one track. Midnight rain. The crowd cheers, “oh my, midnight rain will be bringing back the tears” the host says and I agree. Indeed, midnight rain will be definitely bringing back tears. 
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jungkook's pov
I yawn and rub my eyes, “good morning, sunshine” I smile and open my arms as she hugs me from my bed and kisses my cheek, I inhale her sweet yet musky fragrance. My heart was warm and I just wanted to feel her against me and sleep all day, just the two of us. “I love you, y/n” the first thing I say as she giggled against my neck. “I love you too, sunshine” I scrunched my nose as she pecked it and left for work. I pout and exhale, I just cannot wait for us to be married, live in the same house and grow old together. 
Mornings are like this to us, most of the time she’ll sneak her guitar and lyric book inside my bedroom and we spend midnights like these, she’ll leave by three in the morning and come back again to tell me how much I mean to her before she leaves for the next six hours making me pouty and whiny. I have to work too but glad I’m working from home so I can spend time with her. “Y/n, just left. She bought some grilled sandwiches her mother made” 
Mom smiles at me as I grin and take the sandwiches, oh no it’s definitely not Mrs.Kim. That’s y/n for sure. “Jungkook,” I hum at mom. “You’re already twenty nine just ask y/n now. I want to see you two together, married” I sigh, “mom—“ ''I don’t want to hear anything, she’s beautiful, kind and generous. Most of all you love her. And she loves you too, I know she won't reject Jungkook. She’s an incredible woman” I bit my bottom lip, I’m not against marriage at all. 
But I don’t want to force her, we’ve been in this for like eight months, eight months since we know how much we love each other. Maybe she won’t but words aren’t needed. Maybe she would actually like to marry me, move in together with me and share her home with me. Maybe after all marriage isn’t as bad as she’d think of, Maybe I am overthinking. I will wait if she wants that. 
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I can see her smiling and serving desserts to some friends. Taehyung recently got a job in one of the places he always dreamed of and he threw a small party with close friends. It was indeed a party, flashing lights, tiny disco balls, funny outfits and music playing. I clutch the ring tighter in my hand, growing nervous. Heart jumping at every smile she threw at me. Adrenaline Rushing so hard I thought I’ll trip over nothing. She was going to pass across me but I grabbed her hand. 
She looks at me if I need something. I do. I need you. My mouth was dry, my body felt the similar tingles and that heart-crushing feeling of excitement repeating how I felt on thefirst day I saw her. I talked to her, I told her how much I love her, the first time I touched her. I can memorize all those times, like a film I watched a thousand times. And I would again and again. “I know this is impulsive” I clear my throat, “but would you marry me?” Her eyes widened. The crowd unfortunately heard my words as they looked at us. 
Her cheeks turn into a deep shade of pink as I slip out the ring from my pocket. She stared at the rose gold shiny ring and a slow, cunning, sweet smile wrapped around her lips. Moments later she was in my arms, I cannot be more happier. I feel her kissing my cheeks softly. That moment I knew, she was the one. I’ve never felt this happy, this giddy and the urge to just hold her in my arms forever, to get ahold of this moment forever. The most precious moment in my life, I’ve found one most beautiful thing which replaced music, her. 
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“I can’t believe this” I say while I see the wedding invitation of ours. I feel her on my neck as she kisses my temple. “I know right. This feels surreal” she whispers as I chuckle and take her on my lap. I feel her snuggling in my chest. Hiding her blushing cheeks. I kiss her head. “I can’t wait to share my home with you. To call you mine” she hums. “Just two weeks.” I smile wide. “Just two weeks. 27th November” the first time we met it was 27th November and exactly one year later here we are. 
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“How ‘bout this?” She asks at the cake we ordered from her friend’s cake shop for our wedding. I crinkle my nose, “not a huge fan of tangerines” she nods, agreeing. “We have chocolate peanut butter and—“ the doorbell rings as she walks to open the door. It was a postcard I guess. I heard the door close and a few minutes of silence. I waited for her to come but she didn’t. I frowned and got up from the couch to the front. 
“Who came?” I ask as she hides the missive behind her. A brown envelope it held. “Uh-oh. Nothing, I just bought something for the wedding online.” She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. I forcefully smiled at her, I felt something sick in my stomach for some reason. It’s just only three days until we’re bonded to each other. “Okay” I say with a heavy heart and walk back to the couch. “So chocolate truffle it is?” I asked as she bit her bottom lip, discomforted. 
Her Eyes had a mysterious glint and something painful. Maybe I’m hallucinating. “Y-yeah” she smiled yet again it didn’t reach her eyes. I lick my bottom lip, my throat dry. “Oh hey! Jungkook! Your suits are ready, let's go! Pick them up.” Taehyung says as I once again glanced at her eyes. They look so strange to me and it’s not good. I have a bad feeling, maybe she’s not well or something. Yeah, I will look up to her again. She just has something to say maybe and I’ll wait. “Okay” I say to Taehyung and smile at her. 
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Two days left, yet the problem hasn’t gone anywhere. Guests are coming, my small brother is back from his boarding school. Everything is absolutely fine, just not her. Please tell me what you’re hiding. The smiles never reached her eyes. The previous happiness was lost somewhere. Her hugs weren’t tight. Her eyes never sparkled with love. The excitement was gone. I didn’t see my love potion on her neck. Her silence over something I don’t know is starting to suffocate me. 
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And it was the day of the marriage. “Have you seen y/n?” I ask with shaky breaths to one of her friends as she frowns. “She’s getting ready” I ran towards the room, the letter in my hand. Somehow I found out myself. And it hurts, it hurts so damn bad. “Y-y/n” I say, tears in my eyes, she wipes her crying eyes. The letter was a crumpled piece of paper in my hand as she stills in her position. “What is this?” I ask as she try to take the letter away from my hand but I pin her to the wall. 
“What is this?” I ask again, eyes not leaving hers as her tears fall. “I-i…this was so unexpected” she whispered. “You’re selected under a label? As a singer, right?” I feel her shaking breath and she tries to stop her tears. “We can’t do anything—“ “You’re going” my heart stings as I speak those words. She looks up at me. “What?” I shake my head. “You’re not getting married to me. You’re going to New York, to chase your dreams.” 
She falls on her knees. “Jungkook…I don’t know if I’ll ever return here” she sobs. I gulped my tears. “Leave the guilt and regret on me. You’re going right now” she sobs again. “I wanted to tell you about this but I just couldn’t! I’m so sorry. I’m so cruel” her tears kept falling as I forward my hand. “One last time.” one last time I glanced into her eyes. One last time I'll hold her. She stared at my hand. “Please don't give up on your dreams, for me. For us. you deserve this opportunity” 
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Back to present 
“I guess sometimes we all get
Just what we wanted, just what we wanted
And he never thinks of me
Except when I'm on TV”
Lies. I think of you all the damn time. I look at my shining star from the crowds of people, admiring you from afar. I still buy your albums, go to your concerts and the painful part is that you never noticed me. Like you don't notice me right now, tears in my eyes. Wanting to meet yours so badly. To hold you so tight again. I still preciously keep the brown guitar that you gave to me. Close to my heart. I told you I'll wait for my whole life, and I will. No matter what. You were worth all the bad words I received, you were worth letting go.
You had stopped singing, a silence fell over the crowd as you opened your eyes, your heavy breath in the mic and something magical happened as if the love potion was actually working. You…you met eyes with mine. My heart grasped and you…you smiled. And this time, the smile reached your sparkling eyes. 
Please know that I still love you, 
Like I used to do. 
And I will still get married to you if I get the chance. 
You're my everything, everything. 
The end. 
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herrscherofmagic · 4 months
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The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that an Eden expy would be perfect for HSR.
Beauty... What is your definition of beauty? Did you have it? Did the old me have it?
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TL;DR: Eden's a HI3rd character with themes/motifs around music, beauty, elegance, and so on. I think it would be cool to see an Eden expy in Honkai: Star Rail :)
Slightly longer TL;DR: Eden is a character whose story revolves around the meaning of beauty in an ugly world, a world in which terrible things happen to good people, in which the greatest and bravest heroes of humanity fail to save the day. In spite of this, even as the last cities of Earth crumbled to dust, Eden still held steadfast on her belief, and she had faith that even though her era is now fading away, the new era of humanity would "script their own fate and sing their own songs."
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So I've seen a fair bit of discussion about expys on the HSR subreddit from time to time, and I figured I'd have a go at this with my own post discussing a pre-existing Hoyoverse character I'd like to see in HSR someday!
This post is mostly aimed at an HSR audience so I've written it in a way that should be understandable even without any prior knowledge of HI3rd, but fellow HI3rd peeps might enjoy it too :)
The thought of this came to me when I was playing HI3rd earlier, because when I was looking at Eden's signature weapon, I was thinking "wow, I forgot how beautiful that was" and then it hit me- one of Eden's core themes as a character is Beauty, making her a perfect candidate to be a future Pathstrider of the Path of Beauty! Whether part of the Knights of Beauty or part of a different faction or even walking this path on her own.
There's going to be some light spoilers for HI3rd's story, but nothing that spoils major story beats. Eden is a character from the Previous Era, meaning most of her story takes place in the form of archives and records of the past. This post is pretty much all backstory, and I won't discuss any important "secrets of the past" meaning any big plot twists should remain unspoiled.
So if you're ambivalent or unconcerned about HI3rd spoilers, I'd say it should be okay to proceed, but if you want to play it safe then you should probably return to this post later. All of this is lore from the Elysian Realm, so if you're already familiar with that then there won't be any spoilers at all :)
That being said, this post does contain some pretty heavy content. Nothing particularly graphic or violent, but there is discussion of death and trauma so please keep this in mind!
Some quick context, to start with:
HI3rd's story takes place on Earth, and in this setting there have been multiple "past eras". Over the course of a civilization's development, powerful apocalyptic beings called "Herrschers" appear and wreck havoc upon the world. When the final Herrscher, the Herrscher of Finality*, descends upon the Earth it removes all trace of the current existing civilization... or whatever remains of it. Over the course of 50,000 years a new civilization develops in its place until someday Finality returns once more and the samsara repeats.
Eden is a character belonging to the Previous Era (PE), which is the civilization immediately preceding the Current Era (CE), which is the present-day setting of HI3rd.
*disclaimer: this Finality is not related to the Path of Finality. It's a matter of translation, since the original text uses different characters.
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Eden was living a pretty great life- she was a superstar and she was filthy rich, with global tours and widespread fame. In fact, several of the other major characters of the Previous Era (such as Kevin and Su) were fans of her music! Singing, playing instruments, she could do it all. Naturally, she was a fervent supporter of the arts.
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Despite this, Eden was still living a "normal" life- a life in which she was blissfully unaware of the looming threat of Honkai. She became painfully aware of it when disaster struck during a concert of hers in Sydney (the PE version of it, of course). During this concert but elsewhere in the city, the 7th Herrscher awoke: the Herrscher of Fire. Almost immediately the entire city was engulfed in raging fires. According to some sources, even the entire continent of Australia was destroyed, but this may have been retconned so take it with a grain of salt.
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Eden was (un)fortunate enough to survive this disaster, being saved by one of the former Fire MOTH soldiers that was under the leadership of the person that became the Herrscher of Fire. Though Eden survived and still retained her public image and wealth, there was no returning to her past life. She ended up learning about the organization Fire MOTH, humanity's leading force fighting against the threat of Honkai. While she kept her usual public image, she would also use her wealth to help support MOTH.
The past is no more, but I can still remember this moment. This is what I can do right now.
Over time Eden grew to become a more active member of MOTH, until someday even she would end becoming a soldier herself. She witnessed the toll of war as fewer and fewer soldiers returned from battle and as the survivors became increasingly worn and weary. Though many people knew of her music and appreciated it, as the war went on Eden realized even her music had its limits to how much it could help people. Because of this, Eden chose to volunteer for a program that would give her the strength to fight alongside the rest of MOTH.
One of MOTH's many programs to fight Honkai was the MANTIS project: augmenting humans with the DNA of Honkai Beasts, granting them tremendous power. If they survived the Meta-Morph surgery. Eden underwent this program and survived, placing her as part of an elite force with the strength to fight the Herrschers head-on.
Plus she got a sick pair of guns! so that's pretty neat ^.^
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Unfortunately, we know how this story ends. We call it the Previous Era precisely because it ended. Even humanity's greatest heroes couldn't stop the crushing power of Finality.
Eden would not live to see the next era of humanity.
With this summarized backstory of Eden in mind, I'd like to share a few archive entries from HI3rd, featuring Eden. I was originally going to try and summarize and discuss these lore entries myself, but I think it'd be best to keep my thoughts to a minimum and provide the full text instead, so anyone reading this can think about it for themselves and come to their own conclusions instead of taking my word as law.
First, we have one of the records discussing the events of the awakening of the 7th Herrscher. Do note that I snipped out a portion of this archive to shorten it and reduce spoilers, so it's not the complete version found in-game.
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Another part of Eden's backstory I want to mention is the way Eden interacted with another major member of Fire MOTH, Dr. Mobius.
Mobius is a pretty complicated character, because while she seems to be a straightforward "mad scientist" type of character, there's a lot of nuance to her behavior and attitude. It's difficult to sum it up, but in this case I'll focus on how other people perceive her: very negatively.
Dr. Mobius' work was groundbreaking for genetics and biology, and her projects (including the MANTIS project as well as early versions of Project Stigma) were crucial in fighting Honkai. However, she was incredibly intimidating and her experiments were... questionable, to say the least. Cold and calculating, not someone to inflict needless cruelty but also someone who doesn't let silly little things such as "ethics" get in the way of progress.
Interestingly, Eden is probably one of the few people that was capable of interacting with Dr. Mobius in a positive way. Many people found it difficult to work under the supervision of Dr. Mobius and most would go out of their way to avoid her, but it seems that Eden was not one of them. This scene in particular is a good example of this:
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At this point I think Eden's theme of Beauty is quite evident, and I could probably cut the post short here. But there's one final part of Eden's story I'd like to share, and since it's a scene involving Mobius it builds on the previous entry quite neatly. Since I'm going to end the post with this scene, I'll give my final thoughts first!
I don't really think it's worth worrying too much about expys and whatnot, because ultimately the important thing is whether a given character fits the story, not whether they look like a past character. If we get a "HSR Kiana" or an "HSR Kiana", what matters is the way they fit into this setting. The setting of Aeons and Paths, of a diverse set of factions vying for power and influence across the universe, and how the Nameless will cross paths with this character.
But I wanted to make this post anyways because I feel like Eden's story is greatly underappreciated, and since it has such a neat connection with the Path of Beauty.
Eden's theme of "Beauty" is not just about Eden being a beautiful person, nor is about her beautiful music. To me, it's her understanding of humanity and the way that the arts allow us to connect with each other. It's her ability to reach out and connect with a person as cold and calculating as Mobius. It's just as Eden says, "something that makes people happy, guides the way, and sparks hope."
Just something to keep in mind when reading this final archive entry. I've also re-attached the same image from the start of the post, since I think it takes on a much more powerful meaning with this scene in mind.
For those who're curious, the first & last image of the post are a still shot from the credits of the HI3rd animation "Because of You", which is a very beautiful but also spoiler-filled animated short
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deadsnothere · 1 year
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End of the barrel
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Synopsis - Instead of Lockwood and the end of Fairfax's gun it's Alias?
Masterlist
WARNINGS! - Involves threats with a gun, talk of experimenting on people, and death of a family member.
Request - No! BUT PLEASE REQUEST!!!
Word Count - 2k
Speak Ali! - I started writing this two weeks ago finished it at an craft fair for my aunt. I'm dying i'm so exhausted.
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I, Alias Kipps, am not scared of death.
I've been surrounded by it since I was young, I've been to over 20 funeral’s in the 17 years of my life. I've seen and witnessed the most terrifying deaths from touching sources as someone else's test subject.
so when Fairfax held a gun out, with me at the end of the barrel, I could say I almost felt free.
This situation was interesting to say the least, Lockwood was hiding behind a table along with Lucy, while George was hidden behind a chair. Hopefully, None of them had been seen when Fairfax himself caught me. “You know it's dangerous to be “alone” in a house like this, Alias, But to be fair in this house you're never alone, are you?” His assistant stood tall beside him. “You! You broke into our house to get the ring!-” we’d just figured that out not long ago. “And by the way bitch- Get better perfume, with a job with a man like that, I know you can afford the good scents-”
All in one sudden moment, Fairfax had shot a gun he pulled from his back pocket. “Woah buddy be careful with that thing you might just get hurt-” I chuckled as he pointed it at me, “Where is the ring Kipps?” I put my hands behind my back, smiling at him. “Wow, last names? how formal for a man I've known my entire life.” He laughed right back at me. “I still remember how sad you were at my wife’s funeral…to bad I killed her.” On the inside my pulse was beating, my heart was going miles in seconds but not because a gun walked with me as I paced, but because I could see Lucy holding Lockwood back in the corner of my eye.
“Really? You cried with us and everything! shocking honestly.” Well now I see why he was in show business. “Ya know John we’re not too different. I'm about to be in a musical as a “bad girl” and you're going to be in jail with your name in the paper writing you, rightfully, as the bad guy!” I spoke enthusiastically, he rolled his eyes and scoffed at me. “Oh please, Kid we both know you don't wanna die so just give me the damn ring!” I raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I have the ring?” He laughed right back at me. “No one is stupid enough to leave something at home after someone has attempted to steal it already, so hand me the ring kid. Or I will shoot, and I'd hate to shoot my test subject.”
I laughed along with him. “See John you have almost everything right up until one little underestimation.” I let a smile twist onto my face again. “What is that, little Alias?” That nickname made me want to hurl, but I couldn't show it. He always called me that nickname after he would experiment on me. Put me in rooms with type 2’s and 3’s to see if I could survive, he went too far one day, and it all happened because I was selfish and scared of death.
I walked towards him, slowly. Taking my rapier out of its sheath and flinging it in the direction of George watching it hit the chair sticking inside of it, George hopefully a-ok on the other side. The closer I got the more nervous you could visibly see Fairfax get, But it all had to be an act. I stopped once The gun touched my forehead. “I'm not scared of death.”
He cocked the gun, “bye bye, Little Ali.” I turned around facing the other members of the agency, a bright smile on my face, as I could feel the shake of him pulling the trigger. The plan here was to flip around before he could pull it and unarm him, but it never happened. “HEY FAIRFAX-” Well that plan went out the window…
Lucy shot up, She was the one who had the locket with the ring inside it, I know she did because she slept with it on at night and dropped it, (And I gave it to her) I already knew what it was of course, i'm the one who designed the locket, and put the ring in there. “Lucy, let me handle it!-” I’m sure if any of us were thinking straight, we would’ve been freaking out but I felt great!
“You want the ring?- Take your damn ring.” she threw down the locket and watched it crack open as it slammed onto the floor, the ghost of Annabel screaming out.
I wish I could remember the rest but…all I can remember is the feeling of someone's hands on my head after I fainted. The weight of the explosion finally kicking in.
“Alias!- Alias we need you to sign this?!- Alias wake up.” I don't remember much from this either, Mostly the feeling of the cold van on my body, except for my head it was laid on Lockwood’s lap. I signed some papers with hopefully my signature, and immediately went back to sleep.
When I woke up again, I wasn't sure what had happened. I was incredibly confused and had a huge headache. The sunlight was beaming down on me in- LOCKWOODS CLOTHES- Wait wait wait- Now that I got a proper look around the room I realized, I was in Lockwoods room.
“So you finally woke up?” The door opened to a tall man standing in the door way, Anthony. I nodded with his words sitting up in the bed. “Yeah…so- What happened exactly?” he shook his head at me, almost like he couldn't believe me. “Alias, I almost watched you get shot in the head. Can you remember that..?” I went quiet playing with my hands. “I-I’m sorry. it's my fault I know..and I should've told you guys I knew him before- just please…anthony, don't run away now.” I sound pathetic, but words were slipping out of my mouth like water glides with sand.
“What?” He was confused, you could tell by his facial expressions and his hand movements. He always played with the seam of his pocket when he was nervous. “Don't leave me please.” It was quiet coming out of my mouth, but the words spoke so much more. “Alias why would-” I cut him off. “Please anthony. Just say it- Say you won't leave me.” He finally got close enough to stand beside me. With a closer look I could see how distressed he looked, Tousled hair, eyebags deeper than a soup pot, and oil stained casual clothes on. (my fault)
I grabbed his hand and put it to my heart. “I need to know if I tell you why, If I tell you what happened with Fairfax as a child. You won’t leave me.” It's happened before, my last lover. Anthony looked at me with pure feeling in his tears eyes, which I can't tell but it was there. “I promise you Alias, I will not leave you. I will sit here and listen to your story and I won't pity you.” I can't say I'm shocked, I think I’d be more shocked if he didn't say it. “I’d sit down..and this is your own bed, so come on-” I patted the spot beside me, letting him sit down and get comfortable, his hand immediately moved to my waist to give us both some comfort.
“When I was young, my parents and Fairfax had a deal, if I gave up myself to use as a test subject I would be someone with one of the best touch abilities in years.” Which obviously didn't work well. I leaned onto Anthony, his arms were hesitant to pull me closer but they did.
“He would put me in this ghost room, where they’d slide a source in and uncover it after it was secure in the room. I have so many cuts and bruises from that room,” When around the house I normally wore long sleeved shirts or jackets to cover up my arms, no one asked questions so I never told. There were many scars on my arms. Big, small, wide, thin. And a long one that went down both of my arms and across my chest. Anthony's hands traced the scars like they were art on canvas.
“Four years of pain and torture…but when I turned 10, He put a type three in there with me, it was a normal experience, at first I’d scream and cry but soon I’d just finish the job. What they failed to tell me was they’d also be adding my sister to the experiment-” Anthony wanted to throw up the second I said it, He looked like he did at least. And when he looked at up at the ceiling I could tell he was trying not to cry., but it wasn't out of pity, it was Sympathy.
“She was pushed into the room and I did what I normally did hiding behind the bed, but she wasn't scared. She was too young to be scared.” We both wanted to throw up now. “I was too scared to help her because she was too reckless. I was terrified of death and because of that, she ended up where I was scared I would-” He drew his arm around my shoulder putting his mouth to my temple softly. “-She died, Anthony. And I could've prevented it because I was supposed to protect her, I was her big sister-” We were close, she always said it was stupid of mom and dad to hurt me like they had. To make her watch, She was right, she was always right. “meant to be, forever and always.”
“Are they going to hurt you Ali?” Lainey was holding onto my dress for the life of her. Scared of the man standing in front of me, shaking my parents hand. “No Lainey, they don't hurt me.” I knew she didn't believe me but I had to keep it up. “Then why are you crying?” I tried my best to laugh it off. “Because I'm just so happy it's me and not you, Lain.” She stood up tall, finally letting her grip go on my dress. “Alias, are you always gonna be able to protect me?” … “Always and forever Lainey.”
“She meant the world to me.” Neither of us spoke for a minute. It was a minute exactly, I counted. “That's why I'm not afraid of death.” It was a simple statement that made Anthony flinch softly. “And maybe when I saw Fairfax pull out that gun I wasn't scared, because me and Lainey would be dying to the same hands.” Anthony finally looked me in the eyes, We we're holding eye contact for second. A tear prickled down my face, I didn't even realize I was crying.
“I love you Ant.” He didn't say anything until I went to stand up. In one quick motion he stood up and grabbed my hand. “I love you to Ali. I've been in love with you long before you moved in with me, I was in love with you when we were kids.” He looked almost relieved. “I've loved you since I moved in. You said I always had a spot in your bed if i couldn't sleep and I think right then I wanted to pass out-” …We both started to laugh. “Ali..can I kiss you?”
“Of course Ant-” We got close quick, my hands were on his shoulders, his are on my face. We both closed our eyes it was magica- “Oh i'm so sorry!-” Our noses bumped eachother, us both bursting out in laughter. “Wanna try that again?” I nodded back, still giggling. This time we succeeded our faces slotted together perfectly, our hands played together the tips of our fingers played together, and so did our lips. Now this was magical, absolutely magical.
“...wow-” I started to giggle again. “Wow?” He questioned. “Yeah wow- that was amazing.” He laughed at me. “Better than our first kiss?-” ���That was not a kiss!” when we were kids we accidentally fell into eachother bonking our heads together and making us kiss. Anthony said that was his first kiss, I said it didn't count.
“I kinda want some tea?”...“We should make some tea!” I was grinning lazily, almost as if I was high. “Making some tea with my boyfriend…i'm so cool.” Anthony raised his eyebrow. “Boyfriend?” I nodded. “You have no choice! Love confession = boyfriend!” we were giggling at each other, He never disagreed so as I see it, he's my boyfriend. We finally walked out of the room to make ourselfs some tea.
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I'm dying :D Pls request more guys, I need motivation 🫶🏼
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heartandflowerball · 1 year
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"Call it what you want"-Rivusa social media au(fake dating trope) - Chapter 18-
I put a link for the petition for the show in the chapter 13, please go sign it.
if you didn't already read the other chapters, click here, that will land you to the introduction that has links for all the chapters before this one and the tw.
hello, I hope everyone is doing good. New chapter! I'm sorry for not having posted before but I have been struggling with life lately, but it's fine now. Anyways, enjoy this chapter<3
sorry if there is any grammar error, english is not my first language.
Real life pov:
She knew what she was getting into when she asked Riven to train her, but waking up at 5 am everyday is definitely not her favorite thing. Musa walks through the still silent corridors of Alfea, an apple in one hand and a water bottle in the other. She eats in silence, hurrying so as not to be late. She passes through the large front door and heads for the training platform. Musa approaches it and goes to Riven who is waiting for her with a slight smile on his face. He sits up and walks over to her, placing a light kiss on the fairy's forehead. Riven's soft lips brushing her skin give her a small smile and slight butterflies in her stomach.
"Hello did you sleep well?" He asks her, taking the fairy's things and putting them next to his.
"I never sleep well when I have to get up this early."
"Ah but it was you who decided to get yourself into this mess, it was you who asked me to train you."
The fun can be heard in the voice of the specialist. Musa rolls her eyes, shaking her head.
"What do we begin with?"
She ties her long brown hair in a ponytail while asking this question.
"You run around the track."
"Excuse me?! I don't think so."
"Too cozy to run, mind fairy?" He walks around her with a smirk. "I knew it."
She nudges Riven slightly. "I'm just still not really awake that's all."
"Yes that's it, go run."
Musa opens her water bottle and takes a sip before starting to run.
"Aren't you running?"
She hands him the bottle to put next to his as he shakes his head negatively in response to her question.
"I knew it, teachers always give orders but don't participate. Predictable."
The boy's eyes narrow slightly as he runs his hand through his hair. He knows very well that she is trying to provoke him by telling him that he is incapable of doing something. It's a trap. Yet he falls into it. And that's why they're both running side by side on this damn track.
The light wind hits their faces as Riven lightly grabs Musa's wrist.
"If you throw punches like that, you'll break your knuckles."
She looks carefully at what he shows her. He positions Musa's fingers well while speaking.
"You close your fingers, from the smallest to the index finger and, your thumb, you put it over your index and slightly on your middle finger. Not in your fist, otherwise you'll break it."
He lets go of her wrist, looking at her carefully. Without warning, she throws her fist in the air to attack him and he ducks to dodge.
"Wow okay, that kinda sucked."
She gives him the middle finger before repositioning her hand. The boy speaks again: "You don't fight to attack, but to defend, remember that."
She nods and tries to hit him again but this time he grabs her arm and twists it slightly then lets go.
"Musa please."
"I'm trying I swear, but I can't!" She said raising her voice slightly, angry that she couldn't.
He watches her sit cross-legged on the floor, throwing herself to the ground with a sigh. Riven comes to sit beside her.
"Hey hey, none of that here. It's normal not to be able to do something the first time you try. It's not to brag but I've been training since I was 7, you come to start a week ago. You dance, don't you? The first time you try a new move, you can't do it. That's the same thing here, Love."
Musa's facial features relax as Riven speaks. She nods, still a little pissed at herself. She makes grabby hand toward him. The green-eyed boy opens his arms to her and Musa comes to snuggle up to him. She rubs her nose lightly against the black fabric of the boy's t-shirt. He gently circles her waist and pulls her against him. The fairy's skin lights up where Riven puts her hands.
"Don't be so hard on yourself Pixie."
Musa nods gently as he gently rubs her back.
"It's just, I feel like perfection is always expected of me."
She feels her eyes fill with tears.
"You can let go with me."
He places his hand on her lower back and questions her with a look. She nods and he pecks her shoulders with kisses. She loves that about him, that he asks for her consent all the time before touching her. This is something completely normal but often overlooked by many people. Even before they were really a couple, he still gave her a questioning look. And that makes the hug he's giving even more comforting. He doesn't quite know how to take care of someone crying, so he does what he does best, giving what he lacks. A hug, a simple touch. They spend a good amount of time in each other's arms. After taking a deep breath, Musa gets up and repositions her hands.
"Come on, Riv, we'll try again!"
He gets up with a smirk.
Musa's pov:
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Real life pov:
Classes will start in 5 minutes. Aisha is looking for her biology book while walking through the halls when she feels someone grab her arm. She turns around to see Musa handing her something. She lowers her eyes and actively looks at the book in Musa's hands. Her biology book.
"I found it in the bathroom, next to Terra's plants."
Aisha sneers putting the manual in her bag:"What was he doing there?"
"I don't know at all, are we going to class?"
The water fairy comes to put her bag back on her shoulder and closes her coat.
"So how are you today?"
"Aisha, come to the point."
"I don't see what you mean."
They walk side by side towards the room.
"Of course you know, you hate small talk."
Aisha rolls her eyes: "I have to do a project for my art class. I took some pictures there but I would like to know if you could compose the background music for my diaporama?"
The corner of Musa's lips quirk upwards in a small smile.
"I'd love to do that. Now come on let's go to class otherwise we'll be late."
Aisha slips her arm into Musa's, trotting in the hallway, laughing a little.
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Towards the end of the afternoon, at the other end of the school, outside in the grass are lying Beatrix and Stella on a picnic tablecloth. Stella has her head resting on her girlfriend's lap. The blonde's eyes close slightly from the sun abusing her eyes. Beatrix comes to position her hand above the blonde's face to give her some shade . Stella sits up and comes to position a kiss in the other girl's hand.
"Thank you."
Beatrix makes a fake expression of disgust.
"Yuck, you got saliva in my hand."
"Okay, I'll stop the kisses then." Answers the blonde resting back to Bea laps.
"Don't even dare stop, darling."
A soft laugh comes out of Stella's mouth.
"What makes you girls laugh?"
It is Bloom, who has just arrived, who asked the question.
"Nothing nothing." Answers Beatrix.
The redhead comes to sit next to her. Flora and Terra do the same as Aisha and Musa sit opposite, lightly pushing the playing cards that are lying there. Stella remains lying on her girlfriend's lap as the others take out their things to start their homework. Musa looks up from her notebook to see the blonde gently kissing the inside of Beatrix's wrists, who smiles softly at her.
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An hour later, only Musa remains sitting in the grass. All her friends have left for their last lesson of the day or for their extra-curricular activities. Musa is sunbathing on the green grass as the sun warms her skin. A shadow falls across her eyes and when she looks up, it's Sky she sees.
"Hello?" Said the brunette raising an eyebrow as a question.
"We're going to our room with Riv to do our homework, are you coming with us?"
Musa props herself up on her elbows: "Where's Riven?"
"Putting the swords away, do you go with us?" The blond asks him, holding out his hand.
She grabs it and gets up at the same time to take her bag. They head for Riven who is waiting for them outside the school's front door. Musa smiles at him and walks past them.
Sky looks at his best friend: "How someone grumpy like you managed to date a ray of sunshine like that?"
"Oh shut up" Riven told him pushing him lightly.
He shakes his head amusedly. He loves these two, even if he will never tell Sky, he will risk to flatter his ego too much.
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Books of the Month: Sep 2024
Whoops, should probably do this before it gets any closer to Halloween. Interestingly, and unusually, my reading seems to have slowed down a little in terms of sheer number of books after the summer, but I think this is partly because 1) the fall has still been pretty busy (still plenty of work, though less than during summer camp season, with added school stuff) and 2) I've had the mental energy to read some different, longer books instead of lots of mindless, quick murder mysteries. (Still plenty of mysteries, though). Here's the books from September that I think are worth reading:
The Curse of Chalion (Lois McMaster Bujold): Had an odd experience reading this book: I didn't exactly know what was going to happen, but after I hit some fairly major plot points, I would think, "Oh yeah, that's right," as if I'd been expecting them. (There's some neat twists in this book! I was not expecting them all!) Anyway, I do read a lot and sometimes forget what I've read, so it's possible I read this a while in the past (sometime before I started tracking my reads, 3 years ago) and then forgot most of it. I don't plan to forget it this time, because I really enjoyed the experience! Good writing, and I do like a main character who's already seen a lot of shit and would ideally like to just live a quiet life (but also sighs and takes responsibility for things pretty regularly). Sad to see that the sequel is not also focused on Caz. (I'll read it someday anyway, because again, good writing!) (I'm not sure the etiquette on this, but to give credit where due: I had a few reasons to check this book out of the library, but one was that I've seen @wearethekat rec it convincingly multiple times!)
Broken Ice (Matt Goldman): OK, so this is actually book 2 in the Nils Shapiro mystery series (I read book 1 in August), so I recommend starting with book 1, but I'm more recommending the series than any individual book. Each mystery is interesting and original, but none of them stands out to me in particular; what I like is that the main character could very easily be a loner, sad, possibly alcoholic, slightly sexist private detective, but instead he builds up some healthy relationships over the series (romantic and other), and generally is someone I think I would get along with. There are 4 books so far, I wouldn't be surprised if there's a book 5 someday but I see nothing online promoting one.
Overture to Death (Ngaio Marsh): I don't think I've recommended this Inspector Alleyn mystery before, anyway? I think it's one of her better-crafted ones (they're all pretty good tho, imo), with some fascinating characters. (Though I feel I should mention, I reread it this time because of @oldshrewsburyian mentioning that 2 of the spinster-ish characters were at least somewhat - unflatteringly - based on Dorothy Sayers and wow, they're even worse than I remembered!)
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10 Things You Hate About Eddie Munson, pt. 2
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Pairing: Eddie Munson/afab!reader
Rating(s): Chapter: PG; Fic: E
Tags: eventual smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), fingering, subbie!Eddie, masturbation (m and f), fake dating, van sex, secret relationship, antagonistic relationship to friendship to lovers, casual sex, not-so-casual sex, phone sex, drunk reader
Summary: Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler, is absolutey dying to date Steve Harrington, but her parents have the weirdest rule: Nancy can't date until her friends (e.g., you) do. Nancy begs you to date someone, anyone, and eventually you agree. Meanwhile Steve offers to pay Eddie "the freak" Munson to ask you out. What could possibly go wrong??
Notes: This is, quite obviously, a 10 Things I Hate About You au, with a slight twist. Throw in some fake dating, a 90s setting, and here we are. Thanks to @tonybourdain​ for dragging me in and continuing to enable me.
Please note the tags. This chapter is rated PG, but future parts will be smutty!
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Eddie pulls up in front of your house at 5 till 8. Good start so far. You're reluctant to take his van, but you already wrestled with it well before he showed up, so once he gets there you're resigned to the idea.
He rings the bell and smiles when you answer. "Mom, Dad, my date's here. See you later!" you yell over your shoulder. You grab his arm and drag him down the walkway.
"Uh, don't I need to meet--?"
"Nope, let's get going."
He isn't sure whether he's relieved or annoyed, but eventually he settles on relieved. He opens the door for you, a nice gesture you appreciate, and offers you a hand to help you climb in. You accept it, but only because you're wearing a skirt.
Eddie, ever the gentleman, does not check out your ass as you climb in. You don't notice what he is or isn't checking out, but if you knew, you'd be grateful.
Eddie has the radio blasting. You immediately crank the knob, then reach into your bag and pull out a tape. Eddie does a double take. "You brought...tapes?"
You shrug. "Always prepared," you say as you push it into the slot and turn the volume up again.
"Oh no! No no NO!" he says and hits eject.
"What?! I love that song! It's a classic!"
"Tiffany cannot be played in my van. It's not allowed. No!"
You smirk and buckle your seatbelt. "You knew it was Tiffany within two bars. Wow."
He glares at you before putting the van into gear and pulling out. "I'm a musician," he grumbles. "What the hell else do you have in that bag?"
Condoms, breath mints, $20, and lip gloss, but you aren't going to tell him that. "Odds and ends. I like to be prepared, like I said."
"Hmm." Girls amaze him. Purses are amazing. He wants to carry a purse. Just to have all his shit, right there. Tapes and safety pins and...whatever. "Convenient," he says.
"Hm?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing." He glances over at you; you're holding a little mirror in your hand and carefully applying lip gloss. He licks his lips and his eyes flick back to the road. "Pretty color," he says. "Looks nice on you."
You snap the wand back into the tube and drop it in your bag. "You don't have to compliment me, Eddie. We aren't really dating."
"It was a for-real compliment for a fake date," he says. "Trust me, princess: I know the score."
You're both quiet the rest of the ride, each lost in your own thoughts. Each of you is wondering if this whole thing isn't some stupid, epic mistake, but for different reasons. Eddie because he has to go to a fucking prep/jock party, you because...well. Just because. You have your reasons.
(And they have NOTHING to do with the crush you nursed on Eddie all through middle and a big chunk of high school. You got over that ages ago. It's not a factor.)
He finds a place to park near Sharon's house and cuts the ignition. "You ready for this?" he says.
Your mouth quirks. You lean in and press a shiny pink kiss to his cheek. "Don't wipe it off," you tell him. "Now we're both ready." You hop out before he can react, and with a deep, fortifying breath, you make your way into the party with Eddie Munson at your side.
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The party is kind of lame and people are staring at you and yeah okay maybe you had one or two too many drinks, but you're not drunk. You're not! Tiny bit tipsy at worst. Where the hell is Eddie? It's hot in here and you want cheese fries.
"Hey!" you say to some rando you don't even know. "Where's Eddie?"
"Who?"
You roll your eyes and push rando away. "Never mind." You wander the crowd looking for a familiar head of bushy brown hair, and finally you spot him smashed in the corner looking like your dog after she had puppies and wondered what the absolute HELL are these?!
"Hey!" you call. You stagger to him and poke him in the arm. "You look miserable. Cheese fries?"
"Are you calling me cheese fries?" he says with a confused frown.
"No, doofus, I'm asking if you wanna go get cheese fries. Get outta here? Leave? Flee the scene?"
"Oh fuck yeah! Hey, how much have you had to drink?"
You hold your fingers up a smidge apart, then spread your hands. "I dunno. Some guy kept handing me cups."
"Some guy? Who?" He looks around, scouting the crowd over your head, but no one stands out.
"Y'know Grover?"
"Grover? There's a Grover at our school? Or do you mean US President Grover Cleveland?"
That makes you giggle uncontrollably. Eddie grabs your arm as you start to tip, and you sag against him. "Noooo not president! I mean Grover the guy! Blue guy! Sesame guy!" You squint as you struggle to remember. "Sesame Street! Thas it." You hum a few bars. "Sunny day, chasin the clouds away--"
"Yeah, I know Grover from Sesame Street," he says before you can launch into the full song. "Come on, let's get you home. I think cheese fries can wait."
"You're Grover!" you cry.
"Huh?" He freezes in the act of securing an arm around your waist to stare down at you.
"Grover! From Sesame--"
"No, yeah, we've established which Grover. But why?"
You giggle and reach up to poke his nose. "Blue. Fuzzy. Monster grrrr! But sweet. Not scary. Monsters scary but not Grover! Also Fozzie Bear."
He frowns. "Babe, you are drunk and I am so fuckin lost."
"Bears are scary!" you say as he starts you toward the door. "But he wears a hat and a tie and tells shitty jokes. Silly ol bear. That’s Pooh! But you’re not chubby. Fozzie or Grover, that’s you."
"Okay, yeah. I'm a Muppet. Thank you." He rolls his eyes a little, but on the inside he feels sort of...warm? Hm.
"Yup! Soft and squishy boy." You poke his side, making him wince. "Not chubby, but kinda squishy. Squish cheeks, squish squish," you say as you poke his cheek. He bats your hand down. "Grover boy!"
"Please never ever tell anyone that. I'm scary as hell."
You giggle and make a face. "Oooo so scared."
"Okay, come on." Arm around your waist, your arm around his shoulders, he manages to drag you a few feet. You are not cooperating.
"Oooo let’s dance!" you say, pushing away from him.
"No, nope, I don’t dance."
"Daaaaance with me!!" You pull him with you into the crowd and start to grind against him. It's. Distracting, and for a moment he lets himself be distracted. Then he grabs your shoulders and gently pushes you back a few steps.
"You said you wanted cheese fries," he reminds you.
"Yes!" You poke his nose. "Squishy Grover find me cheese fries!"
He frowns down at you. "Seriously, though, how much? You are fucking wasted!"
"Dunno. Daaance!!"
He sighs and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him and lift you off your feet. "Dance this way, princess," he says, sternly.
You wiggle away from him, and as you spin you spot Nancy and Steve. "Nancy! Grove, it's Nancy!" You beeline toward her and Eddie follows with a long-suffering sigh.
Nancy's expression darkens as Eddie approaches, and he quails. You collapse against her and hug her tightly. "Nannnnncy! Look, I brought Grover!"
"What did you give her?!" Nancy hisses at him. "She's completely wasted!"
He holds his hands up in surrender. "Nothing, I swear! She found me like this. She said some guy kept giving her cups."
"Guy?" Steve says. "What guy?"
"She didn't know, or wouldn't tell me, but I think it was more than just beer."
Steve glowers. "Be back," he says and heads for the kitchen to bust some heads.
"Get her home!" Nancy says to him. She gently untangles you from around her and hands you over to Eddie. "Safely!"
"I'm not an asshole," he says, scowling. "That was my plan."
"Good," she says. "I'll call you later," she says to you. "Or maybe tomorrow."
Eddie lifts you again and half carries/half drags you out to his van. He loads you in and gets your belt buckled.
"You're so sweet, Grove," you murmur and squish his cheeks again. "Freshman me is dying."
He frowns and goes around to his side. "Why is freshman you dying?" he says as he starts the engine.
"Big crush!" you say. You wave your arms. "BIG crush! Oh man Eddie Munson, so cute and weird metal boy with a guitar!" You sigh and lean against the window. "Went away though."
"Ha." He clears his throat. You had a crush on him!? And it went away?! No, you're just drunk. Don't know what you're saying. "Yeah, that happens," he manages.
You lean forward and shove the tape back in. "I think we're alone now!" you sing at the top of your lungs. It's not even that part of the song. "You put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground alone now!"
He can't help but laugh. "Alright, Tiffany, you got it." He turns the volume down a bit. "Let's get you home. Nancy's little but she's kinda scary."
"Mhmm," you murmur. You're running out of steam and slumped back in the seat. "Scarier than you, Fozz."
He huffs. "I really fuckin hope you remember nothing when you wake up tomorrow. A goddamn Muppet."
You just grin at him and reach over to poke his cheek. "Squish." Shortly after that you pass out, and Eddie is incredibly glad he can sneak you into your house without your parents noticing. Otherwise you'd probably both be dead, and he'd never be drunkenly called a Muppet again.
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Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader
Serpents and Roses
After you walk out of the classroom and down the hall, someone suddenly grabs you by the arm. You yelp as you're yanked down a flight of stairs and shoved into a corner, but a familiar voice says "Shhh," and covers your face before you can get any help from others. 
Once you're no longer dragged, you see your brother James looking both ways before glaring at you angrily. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?"
"What!? I didn't do anything!" you lie to his face, thinking there's no way he could have heard about the duel already.
"You're getting into a fight on your second day! That's not nothing, you idiot!" he whispers angrily at you.
"Wow, news travels fast here," you say with a shrug. "But I don't care, I'll be fine."
James shouts after you as you begin to walk away, but you ignore him as you look down at the map you've been using to find your way around.
Once you get to the courtyard, you see Sebastian and his pale-eyed friend who, quite honestly, looks even more handsome in the light. But before you can call out to them, Amit and Luna rush to your side.
"What's going on, Y/N?" Luna asks. "Do you have a death wish?"
"It's just a duel, not a death match. Besides, it'll be worth it to wipe that stupid look off his face," you scoff, rolling your eyes.
"Are you really a muggle?" Amit asks you. 
Your face heats up as your two new friends await your answer. "I am," you admit slowly.
"Well, shit," Amit groans. "How are you supposed to compete against wizards?"
"I'll be fine. Trust me, I know how to fight."
"Y/N," Luna says as she takes you by the hands. "I love you no matter who you are. And we're going to be on your side no matter what, but you better have some kind of plan if you're going to go up against one of the best wizards in our school."
"She's right," Amit says as he nudges your shoulder. "We're here for you, but you need to be very careful. There are people like Ominis Gaunt whose families are known to hate muggles."
"Ominis Gaunt? Who is that?" you hum just before Amit points toward the blonde-haired man you were just ogling over before their arrival.
"Ahh, okay," you nod, even more curious about him now than you were before. "Thanks. I'll definitely make sure to stay away from him then."
At that point, Sebastian's eyes meet yours and he begins to walk over. "He's coming," you whisper to your friends as they turn to watch the smirk on Sebastian's lips begin to grow.
"Are you ready, Bennett?" he asks you with a hand on his hip.
"Sure thing, Sebastian. But I've got a little twist for this duel since I, as a muggle, am at a bit of a disadvantage. Will you indulge me?"
"I don't have much of a choice," he rolls his eyes. "What is it now?"
"No wands. Let's see who can outwit the other without the usual magical crutches. Shall we perform a duel of the mind or are you afraid you'll lose to a muggle without your precious wand?" you smirk.
"No magic. Fine. I can beat a muggle anytime, anywhere," Sebastian huffs.
"That's not the spirit I was hoping for. I was hoping you'd want to impress me," you grin.
Sebastian laughs. "Sorry, but I don't think you're quite my type. Don't take it personally."
"Fine. Are you any good at chess?" you then ask him.
He looks over at Ominis on his left and smirks. "Better than any muggle could be," he says before readying his wand.
"Not so fast," Amit steps in. "I'll do it. To make sure things are fair."
"Wow, hitting on me in front of your boyfriend? You've got quite the nerve, Bennett," Seb snickers. "That was fast. Are you trying to make it around the whole school in a week?"
Amit rolls his eyes as Luna's darken. "Stop being rude," she whispers just loud enough for you to hear.
"Is that girl alright?" Sebastian asks as he conjures a seat on one side of the chessboard and sits down.
"Yes, she is. And her name is Luna!" Amit answers for her.
"Whatever. Are we going to start?" Sebastian sighs. "Why don't you sit down already? Oh, that's right..."
"You don't have to act like such a dick, you know," Amit grumbles as he conjures a chair for you. 
"Well, if that's the case, maybe you should tell your muggle friend to go back to England where she belongs. Then I wouldn't have a problem," he rolls his eyes.
Without answering him verbally, you make the first move on the chessboard. Sebastian smiles as he moves his knight in a way that seems familiar to you. As you make your next move, you find yourself watching his expression closely. He seems shocked, almost as if he hadn't expected you to know how to play chess.
The game goes on for an hour and a half. Most of the crowd who was interested at the beginning, has moved on before hearing you call "Checkmate!"
"Beaten by a muggle," Sebastian shakes his head. "Good show, Y/N."
"Yeah," you say, still a bit surprised at the outcome. "Thanks. Glad I was able to get you to take me seriously. Even though I'm sure a part of you still doesn't think I belong here, it was still nice of you to not make a fool of me."
"No worries. It was fun," Sebastian nods as he holds out his hand to you. "And besides, you are smarter and more skilled than all of me put together."
"Ah, I'm glad to see that you've learned your lesson," you laugh. "Next time, just trust a muggle, okay?"
"Deal," he nods.
As you turn back to your friends, you see your brother in the far corner who has been watching this whole time from behind a book. You shake your head slightly as Luna wraps her arms around you. "You did great!" she beams.
"Thanks. Hey Sebastian-" you begin as you turn around to face him. But he's already long gone by then. "I was going to invite him to hang out with us, but I guess he didn't want to stick around."
"It's okay, Y/N," Luna assures you. "He's not exactly the warmest of the Slytherins."
"Even still, he should have stayed and said goodbye properly," Amit grumbles.
"Whatever. Let's get some food."
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The next day you don't have class so you decide to spend your time by familiarizing yourself with the school by following your new map. 
"So that's me..." you whisper to yourself as you walk through the halls without paying much mind to your surroundings. "And the quickest way to get to James' classroom is by-"
Suddenly, you bump into the back of a student. "Hey! Watch it!" the Slytherin boy says as he turns around to face you. 
"Ominis," you gasp without thinking.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" he asks as you take a step back. "Wait, I know your voice."
"My voice?" you repeat.
"Yes," he nods. "You're the girl that bested Sebastian in the chess match yesterday, aren't you? You're the muggle."
"I, um," you stammer, unsure of what to say.
"It's alright, I don't hate you. In fact, I believe congratulations are in order for finding a way to take him down a peg."
"Thank you," you bow slightly. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've properly introduced myself."
"No need," he shakes his head. "I already know your name, Y/N Bennett. Would you care for a cup of tea?"
"Yes, that would be lovely," you say as he begins to walk away.
You follow him closely as he takes a turn down a hallway and finds a spot on a nearby loveseat. You watch in amazement as a floating teapot makes its way into Ominis' hand.
"That's fascinating," you whisper as it pours itself two cups for the pair of you.
"If you don't mind my bluntness, may I ask why you are at Hogwarts?" Ominis then asks you.
"Oh!" you gasp, certainly not expecting him to ask that right away. You take a moment to collect your thoughts as the teacup lands softly in your hands before responding. "It's because my brother is the new muggle studies professor... Professor James Bennett."
"Ah, yes, I've heard some of the girls talking about him," he nods, causing you to audibly groan.
"I've heard about your family, too," you admit to him. "Is it true?"
"Careful. If you don't choose your words carefully you might end up regretting them," Ominis says as he takes a sip of his tea.
"Sorry. It's not my intention to offend you," you say. "I'm just trying to learn about this world. But maybe I should just go..."
"Don't. I quite enjoy your company. And I have respect for anyone who is willing to stand up for themselves," he smiles, his pale blue eyes twinkling as he looks at you.
You feel your face burn up at his words. "Thank you, I respect you as well," you nod.
"Then perhaps we could be friends, if you're willing to have a Slytherin in your life."
"Of course," you beam.
"Then it's settled," he grins. "What are you doing tomorrow? If you're free, I'd like to meet you in the courtyard after lunch. Say, three?"
"Sure," you nod. "I've got class but I can come right after."
"Good," Ominis smiles. "Well, I've got a class to get to, but I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Y/N."
"Likewise," you smile, waving goodbye to him as he walks away.
"I can't believe it," a familiar voice calls out. "Didn't you say you'd stay away from Gaunt?"
You turn around and see Luna shaking her head as she approaches you. "Oh, Luna, I was just-"
"Talking to Salazar Slytherin's direct descendant. Yes, I saw. Are you really so stupid, Y/N?" she asks you.
"What? No. We were just having a cup of tea, that's all."
"That's all?" Luna frowns. "Honestly, Y/N, could really do better than him, Y/N."
"Luna, come on, be reasonable. We're just friends. There's nothing wrong with that," you shrug. "It's not like we were making out."
"Fine, whatever, I'm just warning you. If you get involved with him, it could be dangerous."
"Luna, I appreciate the concern, but I can handle myself. Besides, I'm pretty sure my brother would murder me for kissing anyone before any Slytherin could."
"Alright, fine," she sighs. "But try not to get yourself too attached to him."
"I'll try," you nod.
"That's all I ask," she smiles before turning around. "Come on, let's go get some lunch."
With a grin, you get up and follow after her. As the conversations change from school to your previous life and all the other things in between, you can't help but think about the pale-eyed Slytherin that stole your attention.
"Y/N?" Luna's voice calls out to you at the end of lunch.
"Yeah?"
"Are you feeling okay? You seem distracted," she says as she takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "You're not still thinking about that Ominis Gaunt, are you?"
"What?! No!" you laugh.
"You know, you don't have to lie to me," she whispers, leaning in closer to you. "I can admit he's cute, too, but don't become delusional over some guy! It's only the first week!"
"I know, I know," you reply, shaking your head in an attempt to discard all thoughts of Ominis Gaunt.
"Good," Luna smiles, pulling away to gather a few bits of leftover food. "Now, let's go find Amit. I'm sure he's hungry after missing lunch."
Serpents and Roses
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