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fixingoff · 11 days

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nct dream as angst tropes

THEME : angst aus

CONTAINS : idol!jeno, soccer player!mark, avoidant attachment!haechan, fwb!chenle (is it angst?), miscommunication trope, right place wrong time, nonidol!jisung

CW : talks of unnamed illness, suggestive in chenle’s part, betrayal (not cheating), injury, talk of death (jisung), reader accuses jaemin of cheating

NOTE : i hate the cheating trope, so i did my best to make sure none of them did that ++ i’m thinking of making jisung’s part a series, i’m kind of testing the waters for now.

JENO | distance. the idol life was calling his name, it was something he’d been doing for years. when you came into the picture, he assumed everything would be the same, just with an extra person in his life. sounds easy right?

when jeno went on his third world tour, you began to realize that it was hard to get his attention, and even harder to get him to respond to your messages. you would never make him choose between you and his career. not because you didn’t want to look like a bad partner, but because you knew that, deep down, you wouldn’t be the one he chooses.

and you were right. after endless begging and negotiating to get him to call you when he had the time, you two had the biggest fight of your life. some words were said, and ultimately jeno decided it was better for you two to go your own ways. he loved you, but he loved his career even more. at least that’s what he said before hanging up.

JISUNG | you were 19 when you began dating jisung, and you were 23 when you found out that he was dying. he wouldn’t say of what; you just knew he wouldn’t be around for long.

you were both mentally drained. not from each other, but from the strain this illness has put on you guys’ relationship. you both tried, it was obvious that you both didn’t want to give up. and you didn’t, but you both also didn’t feel anything for each other as time went on. the love was still there, but everything felt off. you both were too scared to say anything, and neither of you would say anything unless the other did first.

on a rather emotional and rainy night, jisung exploded. he yelled at you, claiming that you were only with him out of pity. you yelled at him, explaining that you were with him because you loved him. insults were exchanged, and so were empty threats. it wasn’t nothing you could handle, until he said…

“i’d rather you be the one dying than me, that way i won’t have to look at you once you’re six feet under.”

CHENLE | you weren’t sure how you ended up fooling around with chenle behind everyone’s back, vice versa. you had no interest in him until you noticed him one day at a party you were dragged to by your friends. he showed no interest in you either until them. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the loud music. maybe you were both just bored.

everything was fine, until one day you were pulled aside by a furious and worried johnny, asking you if what people are saying were true. you come to find out that, last night, chenle got too drunk at a party and bragged about you guys’ sexual exploitations. word spread around fast of course, but not fast enough to reach you.

all day you heard people talking about you, calling you ‘used’ and ‘passed around’. but chenle? he was getting all the praise.

when you confronted him, he laughed at you. he actually laughed at you. chenle argued that it was no big deal, and maybe you really were the things people were calling you.

you didn’t see or speak to him after that.

HAECHAN | he wasn’t big on affection, or intimacy. you didn’t question it, because you figured everyone was like that. this was your first official relationship after all.

it was only after having a talk with his best friend mark you realized that this was anything but normal. you were supposed to feel loved by your boyfriend, he was supposed to be touchy and everything in between. mark suggested that you ask haechan what was wrong, and that’s what you did.

only when you did, it didn’t go well.

haechan claimed that all couples were like this, and none of his past partners complained. when you questioned why were they now exes, it only added fuel to the fire.

the night ended with you kicking him out, and only then you saw the first form of emotion on his face: sadness, as a single tear shed from his eye and he walked out.

MARK | you met when you both tried out for the soccer team, to which by luck you both got in. you both didn’t exactly get off on the right foot, and everyone on the team knew that. you both didn’t work well together during practice, and always took out your anger during games. but no one cared, because the game always ended with your team winning.

that was until, one day, mark slid in too hard while you were kicking the ball towards the goalie, permanently injuring your leg. it was the first time mark showed any signs of worry and care for you, basically nurturing you back to health. you fell for each other during that time, and have now been dating for three years.

however, one night while you and mark were out drinking with his friends, renjun accidentally let it slip that mark slid into you on purpose, and that it had been his plan for years. needless to say you were furious.

you lost your scholarship, your spot on the team, and your pride. after a bunch of yelling (mainly coming from you) mark mentioned that he immediately regretted what he did, but that wasn’t enough for you.

your life was ruined by the one boy you loved.

RENJUN | he would consider you two as star crossed lovers. so close, yet so far from being together. your schedules never aligned, neither did your desires to be together. relationships come and go, but it’s as if this one was stuck in limbo.

you both felt spiritually linked, and everyone would agree that you were. which is why renjun sensed something different when you began to attempt a new relationship with someone else that wasn’t him. he couldn’t handle it; the thought of you being with someone else was making him nauseous.

when your relationship ended, renjun’s began. it was someone he met in a cafe, that’s all you remember hearing before zoning out, not wanting to hear any more of it.

it was an endless cycle, you wanted him, he wanted you. yet, you two never aligned.

JAEMIN | when you realized jaemin no longer loved you, it hit you like a ton of bricks. you were both doing so well, so where did this come from? you tend to overthink, so maybe that’s it?

slowly but surely, you distanced yourself from him. it didn’t take him that long to notice, so when he confronted you, hell broke loose.

you two went back and forth for a while, accusations of cheating falling out of your mouth followed by pleas and scoffs coming out of his. jaemin would never cheat on you, that thought has never crossed his mind, but you didn’t give him a chance to explain himself, grabbing you car keys and blocking him as soon as got home.

but little did you know, you were wrong. if anything, jaemin loved you more and more each passing day.

but hey, you were an overthinker.

#nct dream #renjun #haechan x reader #renjun x reader #chenle x reader #park jisung #mark lee #lee haechan #chenle #jaemin #na jaemin #lee jeno #nct imagines #nct angst

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clevenhq · 9 days

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Bring back eyeliner/makeup wearing Austin 2024 🔥

PLEASE i need him to wear makeup again SO BAD

yk what? clegan drabble of gale getting caught wearing eyeliner by john (marge did it)

@pinksiames GET IN HERE

John had a long day at work. He oftentimes found himself zoning out while he waited for a theatre to empty just to sweep up spilled popcorn. It wasn’t the most exhilarating job, working at a movie theatre. Especially when he wasn’t old enough to hand out alcohol yet.

He was excited to get home to Gale, his best friend. While John worked most of the time at the local theatre, Gale was taking night college courses and picking up the odd shift at a gas station. John was quite proud of him inching towards his dream slowly but surely of becoming a mathematician. It wasn’t exactly what John had expected when he told him, but he still supported him nonetheless.

The deadbolt clicked when John unlocked it, he opened the door into his and Gale’s apartment. Just by stepping inside, he was able to tell that his roommate had company. The scent of Marge’s perfume overwhelmed him, he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

She wasn’t present, though. Her shoes weren’t on the rubber mat by the door or in the closet.

John hung his keys up on the wrack and toed off his shoes. He thought that he would find Gale hopefully cooking something in the kitchen even though he didn’t smell anything. The lights were on but Gale was nowhere to be seen.

“Buck?” He looked around the room for a moment. Maybe Gale was hiding and attempting to scare him?

No answer was given. John shrugged and flipped the light switch off, he continued down the hall to his room. God, he needed to shower and get the smell of popcorn off of him.

Just as he was about to walk into his room to retrieve some clothes, he noticed the glow of a light coming from under Gale’s door. He could also faintly hear music. It would be funny to scare him, John thought. Get a good scream out of the blonde since the chance to spook Gale was rarely bestowed upon him.

Quietly, John turned the door handle and peeked into the room. Gale sat at his desk, back turned, with his math textbooks and laptop out, blissfully unaware of what John was about to do. He swayed from side to side slightly in his seat to the beat of the song he was listening to.

Biting his bottom lip and smiling widely, John opened the door just enough to slip inside and then closed it again. He took cushioned steps on his toes across the carpet, then hovered his hands over Gale’s shoulders.

“Buck!” he yelled and slammed his hands down onto Gale harshly. The shriek he got in return was satisfying, as was the flinch and violent turn around.

“What’s wrong with you!?” Gale scoffed and rolled his eyes. His eyes, John noted as he stared into them.

They had black, smudged lines around them and it really brought out the specs of blue. John realized that he had to answer, he swallowed roughly.

“Are you… wearing makeup?” he asked.

Colour drained from Gale’s face and he immediately looked back down to his textbooks. John’s hands fell back to rest at his sides. He shifted uncomfortably as John stood there and stared at his back.

“What’s it to you? Marge said I’d look good with it…” Gale mumbled after a few moments of awkward silence, the music that was still playing didn’t help all that much.

“That why I smelled her perfume when I came in?” He got a tiny nod, but nothing verbal.

Instead of replying and easing Gale’s nerves, John decided that he should forcefully turn his roommate back around to look him in the eyes. His gorgeous eyes.

Honestly, he was quite jealous that Marge got to do something so delicate to Gale. She probably got to hold his face in one hand and steadily apply whatever it was around each eye.

“D’you not like it?” Gale asked and stared down at his fingers nervously.

“Not like it? Buck, I think you look prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen in… that,” John said without hesitation after noticing Gale’s anxious habit of picking at his nails.

It got a small smile and a chuckle out of him. “It’s eyeliner, Bucky. Marge told me that you’d like it quite a lot…" He lifted his head and John was able to see it, the eyeliner.

“Jesus, Buck. You’re a sight for sore eyes, ‘course I love it.”

Gale grinned and John watched his cheeks flush. It was always like that between them, intimate moments that neither of them spoke of afterwards. No matter how many times John thought of it after that night, he never asked Gale to put on eyeliner unless he did it himself. Or rather if Marge came over and did it.

#buck x bucky #erm i got a little carried away #au #clegan #gale buck cleven #my writing #john bucky egan #marge spencer #masters of the air #mota #mota fanfic #clevenhqfic

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krishna-sangini · 10 months

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The Sakha

You are walking in a grass meadow. You are on a trip to Vrindavan with your family, but your smart-ass self decided to trail off a bit and got lost. You are, thus, walking in a grass meadow now with the fact that today is your last day in the adobe of the Makhan Chor. You are lost, alone, and with no cell phone network, but you aren’t scared. You keep wandering, looking for a house to get help. Before you know it, the sun is at the horizon. This is when you start panicking as it sets in that you are alone with no cell phone service.

You start hearing an unfamiliar yet homely tune out of the blue. It is that of a flute. Your tensed muscles immediately relax and you feel the distress draining out of your body. Like in a trance, you begin following the melody hoping to find its source. Your legs carry you to a huge kadamba tree; its trunk is dark and gigantic, and its branches are sleek, swaying in the cool breeze as if welcoming you home. The flute tune is coming from behind the tree. You go around it slowly, not knowing what to expect.

“Keshav! I really need you to come see me now. Please, come visit me just once. Come visit me in the roop that you showed your sakhis. You asked me to come to see you at your home; I came. Look, Keshav! I’m right here. I came as promised. Now it’s your turn to keep your promise. Come see me, Keshav. Please…”

The words that you uttered in front of the Krishna murti in Prem Mandir echo in your mind. Just then, as you go around the tree to the other side, you see a boy sitting under it. He seems a couple of years older than you; dark-skinned, draped in yellow garments, adorned with golden armlets and a pearl necklace which you are shocked to see, and a peacock feather in His yellow headband. His lotus-like feet are decorated with alta and His lips rest on a magnificent flute. As He blows into the instrument, the enchanting music embraces you soothingly. Your eyes well up as you clutch your dupatta over your heart. You aren’t the least bit curious about how your pair of black jeans and oversized hoodie transformed into an elegant peacock blue lehenga. You don’t know when you raised your hands and twirled with the tunes of the flute. You have no idea when you started dancing with the kadamba tree's branches to the flute's tunes.

Your senses return to you when the flute melody fades away. You abruptly stop dancing, looking around with a baffled expression. Your eyes fall on the beautiful flute boy staring at you with adoring eyes. You feel your cheeks burning as you bring down your hands and start playing with your fingers nervously with an embarrassed smile. "You dance really well, sakhi!" He says as He tucks his flute into His waistband. His deep soothing voice causes your dammed tears to spill out of your eyes as your legs start shaking. It is then that it struck you. ‘No, it can’t be. He is probably just a cosplayer. I hope he isn’t though…’ You say to yourself as you wipe your tears hastily. “Well, is that who you think I am?” says the boy again, chuckling as He stretches His arms and gets up, “Too bad; guess I haven’t charmed you enough.”

You stand rooted to your spot. You look at your hands grabbing your lehenga. You look at your sparkling blue bangles which you definitely didn’t put on. You look at the jingling anklets adorning your feet which you definitely didn’t buy. Your words from Prem Mandir echo in your mind once again. Your eyes widen as you look into the boy’s eyes.

“Keshav…” you mutter, tears pooling in your eyes yet again as your legs give out. But you didn’t crash onto the hard ground; a pair of strong arms caught you gently. You open your eyes to see Him staring at you with the same doting eyes. “Kanha…” you whisper once again as you raise your hand to touch His face, to make sure you aren’t dreaming. He is real, He is right there; your fingers brush against His tender skin as His smile grows wider.

“Yes, sakhi. It’s me. You called for me. You asked me to come see you and I came. I’m finally here, sakhi,” He says, carrying you to the kadamba tree and propping you up against its trunk. He then settles beside you. You’re still in disbelief, but a sudden wave of euphoria washes over you as you let out a cry and fall at His feet. You are now a crying mess, wiping your tears hastily with one hand and resting your other hand on His lotus-like feet. In between your sobs, you manage to mutter, “Keshav… You really came… Thank you… Thank you, my Lord!”

He smiles a genuine and divine smile. Then, with one hand He takes yours from His feet, and with the other hand, He gently lifts your chin to make you look at Him. He then wipes your tears and says, “No, sakhi. Don’t cry. Don’t cry for me. I don’t want any of my sakhis to cry for me anymore. I’ve already done enough.”

A hint of sadness crosses his face, but He quickly regains composure and looks at you with those same fond eyes. Your eyes well up yet again as you stare into His deep brown orbs with a smile. You then lower your head with a chuckle as you blink away the tears. You look up again at Him and then shift your gaze to your intertwined hands. He follows your gaze and tightens His grip on your hand as He pulls you closer to Him. “Sakhi?” called your Keshav. “Yes, Keshav?” you reply.

"Uh-huh. Call me sakha. Just the way you love it when I call you ‘sakhi’, I too love it when you call me ‘sakha’.” You hesitate. Yes, you did call Him ‘sakha’ sometimes while talking to His charming idol back in your room every single day. But here He is for real now. You are afraid that you’ll sin for thinking of yourself to be able enough to make Him your sakha, your friend. “He is the supreme God, Baanhi, not your friend. You can’t talk to Him like that.”

Your mother’s disapproving words flash in your mind as fear starts consuming you. You attempt to withdraw your hand from His grasp but He tightens His grip further while laughing. “Arrey, sakhi!” He says as He puts your hand over His heart, “Do you feel it? Do you feel my heart beating?” You relax as you feel the vibrations from His heart rejuvenating your body. “Yes, Keshav. I do,” you reply, leaning slightly on the tree trunk. The Manmohan then takes your other hand and places it over your heart.

“Now, can you feel your heart beating?” He questions, the loving smile never leaving His face. You close your eyes for a moment as you think “For you and because of you…” “Yes, Keshav,” you say aloud. He chuckles before saying, “Aww, you’re distracting me with your sweet words, sakhi!” You lower your gaze and blush knowing very well that He’s listening to all your thoughts. “Now,” He starts again, “do you feel our heart beating?”

You do. Your heartbeat seems to merge into His; both your hearts beat as one. “Yes, sakhi. Our hearts beat as one. I am you. You are me. Your maiyaa is right to some extent. I am the Almighty, yes. But I am also your friend, your sakha,” said the Giridhar as He took both your hands in His and turned to face you, causing you to face Him as well.

“Call me, sakhi,” He says, gazing deep into your eyes.

“Keshav?” you say, sounding uncertain. He tsk-tsked and says “Nooo! What did I ask you to call me earlier?”

You hesitate again for a moment, but you say it this time, "Sakha..."

He closes His eyes and lets out a sigh. A smile of contentment spreads on His lips. He lets go of your right hand and turns to lean on the tree’s huge trunk, His hand still holding your other one. You too lean on the tree trunk. Your mind is at peace; the only thought filled in there is of the Natnaagar sitting beside you. “Why do you love me so much, sakhi?” asked your sakha, turning His head to look at you. No words leave your mouth as you try to figure out the answer to His question. You just look at His charming face as thoughts start clouding your mind.

Why do you love Him, again? You don’t even know it yourself. You just love Him. You never needed a reason to love Him or never found a reason to not love Him. So, you just loved Him. You love Him for His divinity, His charisma, His supremacy, and His valor. You love Him for His love, His affection, His smile, and His laughter. You also love Him for His naughtiness, His childish self, His carefreeness, and His innocent love. You can’t point out a single reason for loving Him, and can’t mention all of them too. You look away, unable to find a particular answer to the question posed by your Keshav.

After a while, you sense His gaze on you. So you turn to your left only to find Him staring at you with innocent overwhelmed eyes. You feel tears pooling in your eyes; His eyes glaze over too.

“I don’t deserve this, sakhi… I don’t deserve all this love. Not after what I did to them… Not after how I left them-” His words are cut short as you put your free hand over His lips. His eyes widen a bit from your sudden action as you say, “Don’t you dare, Keshav... Don’t. You. Dare speak like that about my sakha.”

He gently takes your hand from over His lips revealing a sad smile. He then looks into your eyes as He says, “You don’t know me, sakhi. No one does…”

“Well, I know you enough. Enough to know that you pained yourself a lot more for hurting your sakhis. You tortured yourself every single day while showing your mohak smile to the world. You could’ve said one last goodbye, but you didn’t. And I know you enough to know that it must’ve freaking hurt. You hurt yourself knowingly. I’m a mere human so I don’t want to know the reason behind this; it must have been for the greater good which I will never be able to comprehend. But you hurt them, Keshav! You hurt yourself!” Your words fade into silent sobs as you free both your hands from His grasp. You turn away, your back to Him, as you clutch your knees close to your chest and rest your head on them while crying silently.

“You’re so mean, Keshav… So mean… I hate you for that… I hate you for hurting yourself… So mean…” you mutter in between your sobs.

A few moments pass by in silence. You hear sniffles behind you before feeling a pair of arms turning you to face your back to the tree trunk again. You feel Him removing your knees from the grasp of your hands and setting your feet straight out in front of you. You quickly wipe your tears with your hands and look straight, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Are you mad at me, sakhi?” He asks, attempting to take your hand in His. You let Him but still don't look at Him. He intertwines His fingers with yours and squeezes your hand softly.

“Take a guess,” you say, squeezing back His hand and leaning your head on His shoulder. He smiles and rests His head on top of yours. “Yes, very much. You’re burning with rage now. I could turn to ashes because of that heat!” He says with a dramatic gasp. Both of you burst into laughter. Your sakha takes His peacock feather from His headband and puts it on your palm. You look at Him with questioning eyes.

“Consider this a return gift, sakhi. For these,” He says, pointing at His pearl necklace. That is the one that you offered to His murti in Prem Mandir. “Are we trading here?” you say with mock anger. “Arrey baba, okay. Keep it as a token of my love,” He says with a chuckle. “Now that is better,” you smile, taking the elegant feather to your lips and kissing it. His smile grows wider at your action.

“Keshav?” you call. “Hmm?” comes his reply. “Promise that you’ll never leave me…’’ you say, tightening your grip on His hand. He does the same before saying, “Sakhi, I’ve never left you, nor do I ever intend to do so.” You sigh as your body relaxes. All of this feels like a dream, too beautiful to be true. “This isn’t a dream, sakhi!” said Shyam with mock anger. Even if this is a dream, you don’t want to wake up; you would rather dream all your life. You don’t want this moment to end; you want to live in it forever. “That’s not possible, priye. What has started is bound to have an end someday,” the Murari beside you says as He, out of the blue, gently pulls you into a hug.

You are suddenly drowned by a mammoth wave of supreme bliss. Tears flood your eyes, every single worry leaves your mind, and you feel like the happiest person in the world. You wrap your arms tightly around His muscular frame, crying into His chest. He gently strokes your hair, not minding the tiniest bit about your tears drenching His pitamber.

“I love you, sakha…” you whisper, still not letting go. “I love you more, sakhi,” He replies, tightening His arms around you. “No, you don’t!” You exclaim, breaking the hug abruptly. Your unexpected action causes the Banwari to flinch.

“I’ll always love you more than you love me. You are omnipresent, omnipotent, and the omniscient Parmatma, yes. But I’m your sakhi. So, you can never love me more than I love you, okay?” You say, ending your words with a chuckle. “You are so unpredictable, priye,” says your Kanha, laughing as He puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to Him.

Suddenly, you hear a distant familiar voice calling you, “Baanhi! Aye Baanhi!” You furrow your eyebrows as you jerk your head to look at your Madhav. “What is this, Keshav?” you question, beginning to panic. The Manohar gives you a sad smile as He speaks, “It’s time to part for now, sakhi.” Your eyes widen at His words as you grab His hand, “N-no, Keshav! You can’t leave me yet! You promised you would never leave me! We just met! We haven’t even talked properly yet! You can’t leave me, Keshav!”

Tears run down your cheeks for the umpteenth time as you grab His other hand too and look into His desolate yet charming eyes. “It’s not like we’re never meeting again, sakhi. I’ll see you soon again, I promise. Very soon…” He says, His eyes on the peacock feather lying on your lap. “Baanhi beti, wake up!” You hear the voice getting louder.

“NO!” You scream. Your eyes peel open as you sit up with a start. You are in your room, lying on your bed in the same peacock blue lehenga that you had gotten hand-stitched from a cloth piece that had mysteriously landed on your doorstep labelled as ‘A special something for Baanhi’. It wasn’t suspicious when the package arrived; your family has been celebrating your CUET result for a fortnight now. So, naturally, you had thought that the package was a gift from one of your relatives. Back in the present, your mother is beside your bed, looking at you with worried eyes as she speaks, “What’s the matter, beti? You fell asleep a few moments after putting on your new lehenga. Did you have a nightmare?”

You regain your senses. Your face is tear-stricken, and your eyes are red. You recall everything that had happened to you in the past moments.

Tears pool in your eyes again as you reply to your mother, “No, mama. It was the opposite. I had a really beautiful dream. Now can you please move out of the room so I can change out of this?”

Your mother patted your head and exited your room. You finally set free those tears of frustration as you let out a bitter laugh, saying, “That liar! So this was a dream, after all. Huh! What was I even expecting?”

You wipe your tears with annoyance before getting out of bed. Suddenly, you feel something brush against your feet. You look down to see a peacock feather lying on the floor. Your heart skips a beat as you freeze on your spot.

It’s the same one… But you aren’t ready to listen to yourself. Not after what happened. So, you pick it up and rush out of your room to your mother. “Mama!” you call. “Yeees?” comes your mother’s reply from the living room couch. “Did you keep this peacock feather on my bed?” you ask urgently, showing her the feather. “Umm… no? I don’t remember doing that...” says your mom after examining the feather.

Your mind goes blank for a second, and the next moment, it’s filled with unprecedented joy. You don’t care if you’re hallucinating or just being delusional; your sakha actually visited you!

“Also, Baanhi, I have really good news,” says your mother with a playful tone. “What is that?” you ask, unable to stop smiling. “We’re going to Vrindavan!!!” exclaims your mother, sitting straight on the couch. Your eyes widen, and your heart starts beating faster. A gasp leaves your mouth as you cover it with both your hands. Your eyes glaze over as you run into your mother’s arms. “Thank you, mama! Thank you so very much!” You cry, hugging her tighter. Your mother simply smiles, stroking your hair.

“See you again in a little while, sakha…”

#gopiblr #krishna #inspired by a dream I had #now i'm happy and sad at the same time #sad cuz this isn't happening to me anytime soon #krishnablr #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ISTG #hindu mythology

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natasha-in-space · 2 years

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Random Mystic Messenger headcanons that live in my head rent-free

Some are angsty, some are cute - it's a mixed bag

- Zen enjoys doing skincare with you. It's a shared process. He lets you put sheet masks on him and, more than anything, he adores the feeling of being pampered by you. You two have a separate case just for your skincare products. His job makes it difficult sometimes to spend time with you, so knowing that, at the end of the day, he'll undoubtedly get to enjoy your company keeps him motivated throughout his practice. It's his favourite time of the day.

- More than anything else, Yoosung wants to feel content. All the days spent in front of his computer or cooped up listening to a boring lecture he doesn't care about eat away at him slowly but surely. His back aches from spending hours in a sitting position and he often collapses into his bed, feeling utterly useless and drained. Deep down, he knows that he's just burned out, but these ugly thoughts are just too loud to overcome with common sense. He feels like he goes through life blindly like he's in a thick fog clouding his vision and slowing down his movement. He fears disappointing his family if he speaks up about the way he feels and the crushing expectations put on him for being a star student in his school years are just the cherry on top of the cake. More than anything, he wants to breathe freely, without feeling like he's slowly being crushed under the heavy weight of his grief.

- Jaehee has shockingly good leadership skills! If push comes to shove, she can somehow manage to make even the oddest group of people come together to complete a task. When she gets in the zone, she has this natural charisma emanating from her, and you can't help but feel deep respect for her abilities. She just believes she's in no position to take the leading role most of the time, and it's only when you share your amazement for her skills with her does she first starts to reassess her own image of herself.

- Jumin's kisses are the gentlest touch you have ever felt in your entire life. Most of the time, he's so afraid that he's dreaming when he gets to kiss you like this. He's so terrified that he'll wake up in his bed all alone the next morning, only to realize that you were not real. He's incredibly tender when he presses his lips to yours, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek to reassure himself that you're indeed right here, next to him. It's like he's wordlessly begging you to stay by his side, too afraid to speak those vulnerable words out loud.

- Saeyoung adores it when you let him rest his head on your lap. The feeling of your fingers lazily combing through his hair, as the warmth of your soft thighs beneath his cheek lulls him to sleep is heavenly to him. He feels so loved and safe pressed up against you like this that he actually cried the first time you did this for him. Whenever he gets nightmares, you offer him to rest his head on your lap as you hum soft lullabies to ease his worries.

- Jihyun is a huge fan of classical music. It's to the point where he barely listens to anything else. You'll have to introduce him to other genres of music yourself cause he's so stuck in his ways. This man is an old soul through and through. Though, it's not so bad when he sweeps you into a sweet waltz in the middle of a kitchen. He can create a fairytale like setting with such ease that it takes your breath away.

- Ray is a highly empathetic person without even realizing it. That's why he tries to avoid big crowds whenever he can. He feels so incredibly overwhelmed with all these different emotions clouding his mind and he has no idea where they're even coming from. It scares him and he feels like there's something inherently wrong with him. Still, that's why he can just know when you're feeling unwell. He comes into your room and instantly reads your mood without even having to ask. He can also tell whenever Rika's feeling disheartened, but she brushes him off whenever he offers to comfort her most of the time.

- Deep down, what Suit Saeran longs for the most is to be accepted even if he's not the strongest. He's not at all as confident as he presents himself to be. He can't get a single night of restful sleep without nightmares of his past haunting him. If you, somehow, get him to sleep next to you, he'll bury his face into your hair or back, crushing you in his arms. He'll never let you see his face. His mother is something he fears and hates the most, he despises the fact that she keeps torturing him even now when he tries so incredibly hard to be stronger. He feels so insecure whenever he berates you, tries everything that comes to mind to put you down, and you just look him straight in the eye and refuse to break. He wants you to cry, to get angry, to do something. Prove to him that you're that weakling he wants you to be, prove to him that you're not a good person. Because if you are a genuinely good person that just wants to help him from the bottom of their heart... what in the world is he doing? And what does it mean for him? He's desperately trying to keep his facade of animosity together, but you can see the terrified boy begging to be acknowledged underneath. He realizes he can never let you go when you see this weak side of him and still refuse to give up on him. That's the moment he realizes that he'll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety.

- GE Saeran's kisses convey all of his feelings for you. He doesn't hide anything from you, and you can perfectly feel it through his touch. He tends to break away from you to whisper soft 'I love you's onto your skin over and over again. There's no more darkness clouding his mind. Everything feels perfect, like this is where he was always meant to be. He pulls away, breathless, and smiles. He loves you. He loves you so much.

- VAE Ray's favorite time of the day is around 2-3 pm when everything is still warm under the sun and all you want is to curl up in your room for an afternoon nap. Especially in late Spring or early Autumn, when it's not too hot or too cold. His scars are still quite sensitive to harsh weather, so he has to spend a lot of time indoors whenever the temperatures get too high or low for his comfort. He finds respite in short naps he can enjoy tucked in next to you on those days. Nightmares rarely bother him during the day, so he enjoys this peaceful slumber he gets to experience, while feeling your scent surrounding him in a cocoon of safety more than anything else.

- Unknown actually loves emoticons. That is, once you taught him how to use them properly. He has a bunch of them saved up in his notes so he does not need to go searching for the ones he needs. It's surprisingly hilarious cause he loves using them whenever you get on his nerves and he just does not want to waste his precious energy on typing out his responses. You just get a single: '(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)', and that's how you know you're in trouble. Uses happy ones as a threat. You never knew seeing a notification of '◉⁠‿⁠◉' on your phone could make shivers crawl up your spine, but Unknown somehow manages to do exactly that.

- SE Saeran loves going out shopping with you. He rarely ventures outside for something like this alone, but with you, it's different. He can focus on your company next to him, and the world around him does not feel as overwhelmingly suffocating as it usually does. He still has a lot to learn about the modern world and that's what these trips to the convenience stores are meant for. You never once judged him for not knowing something basic or feeling confused by mundane details of day-to-day life. He's free to ask away and learn about the world around him, and that's exactly what he does. It's nothing big, and he does not want to do anything super exciting that will exhaust him at the end of the day. Simply taking a walk hand in hand through the local stores in your own pace is more than enough for him.

- Rika has incredible reflexes. Something could fall off the balcony while she's taking a walk through the garden with you, and she'll catch it without even taking her eyes off you for a second. It's practically impossible to catch her by surprise. She's so used to paying attention to every little detail in the environment around her that it became an autopilot for her. While it amazes you at first, you can't help but wonder what kind of life she must have lived to develop such high awareness of possible dangers both to herself and those around her. Your heart clenches in your chest at the thought.

- Vanderwood listens to a ton of rock and heavy metal. Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Aerosmith... Those are their go-to. They're very protective of their interests, so if they're willing to share their earbuds with you? Consider that one of the highest signs of their trust in you. It's so cute how they're glancing your way from time to time, as if to check whether or not you're enjoying the music. They'll gladly listen to your favorites as well. Music is something that helps them a lot whenever everything gets too hard to bear, so it's way more personal than it may seem at first glance.

Bonus round for my oc's!

- Natasha took a very long time to talk as a child. Her mother even considered taking her to the hospital cause she was getting highly concerned for her daughter, but, thankfully, things never turned for the worst in that regard. She was two years old when she spoke her first words and it was 'gobble gobble', cause she was watching a programme about turkeys at the time. She was running around gobbling like a tiny turkey for a good week or so after that.

- Chaewon's favorite fruit is pomegranate because she thought that the top part looked like a beautiful crown as a child. She even tried wearing it on her head once only to fail miserably. Rika's the only one who knows about this childhood story of hers and ever since learning it, she started brewing pomegranate tea whenever they have their meetings in her quarters.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #mystic messenger headcanons #yoosung kim #zen ryu #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #saeran choi #rika kim #mm vanderwood #oc natasha stakh #oc chaewon lee (reiko)

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Once Upon a Waking Dream - Chapter 5

Pairing: Jacks x Reader

Warnings: none.

AN: this is the last chapter in this little writing experiment of mine. I would like to thank everyone who's stuck around for it. I hope you enjoyed!

Disclaimer: none of this is related to the events in the Caraval Trilogy or OUABH and TBONA. It's just me wanting to write about our beloved Prince of Hearts. This being said, Jacks' character belongs to Stephanie Garber and no copyright infringement is intended with this fanfiction.

After your confrontation with Jacks, your dreams return, leaving behind a bitter feeling. You know something is off and go looking for the Prince of Hearts.

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You’d gone to sleep at some point. After the Prince of Hearts left your rooms, you’d just sat down on the carpet in front of the fireplace and watched the flames dance. You couldn’t understand why, but your argument had left you wrecked. There was bitterness in your mouth, you were wounded and aching even though you felt you should at least to some extent be satisfied: you’d had the last word in the end, you’d won this round. But it didn’t quite feel like it.

You only felt void and silence and, at some point, you were cold despite the red, hot fire burning close enough for you to reach. So, you’d picked yourself up and climbed into bed. Exhaustion caught hold of you shortly after and you fell asleep. This time, however, you dreamt.

You were back in Valenda, at the royal palace. You were walking back the mirrored gallery from the gardens to the ballroom, your golden debut gown brushing the polished floor softly. The party hadn’t slowed down while you’d been out, and couples were still twirling to the sound of music. He’d walked out of the crowd and was now standing there in front of you, the picture of a perfect gentlemen, save for the ambiguous smirk on his face. He shouldn’t be here, was your fist thought. But he was holding his hand out to you, and you watched yourself take it and walk to the centre of the ballroom with him. You danced and, as the melody began slowing down towards its end, you stepped closer, letting him encircle you with his arms. He was smiling and you were smiling. Then, you were kissing him. It was slow, deep and passionate, heating you up from within, the thrill of it making you feel joyous and light-headed. He still smelled of apple, cinnamon and magic, but it was no comparison to how he tasted. Sweet and tempting, drawing you in with a promise of more. By the time you pulled back, you were drunk of him, dizzy and not wanting to come down from your high. You’d looked at him hoping to read the same feelings in his eyes, but instead he was crying. Regular, watery, translucent tears were falling down his cheeks and suddenly you were scared: the Prince of Hearts didn’t cry regular teras, unless …

The vibrant golden lights of the ballroom faded away to a metallic, mercurial shade of grey as the room itself started changing to ruins. A basilica. Crumbled arcs, dried leaves scattered on the stone flooring and thorny branches that had made their way in through the glass-less windows and now invaded the walls and columns, where embroidered tapestries, shining marbles and glittering crystals had been. You’d tried to speak, but no voice would come from you. Screaming in silence, you watched the spark in his eyes fade to opaqueness, his lips being drained of colour, and life leaving his body as he started falling. So, you’d run in the same way you thought he’d done for you in the mausoleum and, catching him, you’d fallen to your knees. You felt your own tears beginning to trail down your eyes and then the utter silence was broken by the sound of one teardrop hitting his face. It was bloody. Apparently, you were the monster now.

You’d woken up at that, panting and sweaty. The first thing you noticed was the chill: the fire was dying, yes, but, as you’d sat up in the bed and the covers had fallen off your upper body, an unreal cold settled in your bones. The second was a strange feeling of stillness, as if time now passed more slowly, and reality was suspended. You stood up and proceeded to add some logs to the embers in the fireplace. Then you went to the dressing room: you needed to change from your light nightgown into something warmer. You opted for a white tulle gown with an applied lace motif of leaves on the bodice. It had long, puffed, off-the-shoulders sleeves and, most importantly, it was paired with a warm, hooded cape. It was heavy, deep burgundy velvet, lined in soft fur. You slung it over your shoulders and soon you were less cold. But the feeling of unrest, of something being off, remained, and you couldn’t shake it. So, you grabbed the candelabrum on your bedside-table and headed downstairs. The whole time as you descended the winding staircase you couldn’t unsee the red teardrop you’d cried in your dream. You found that some part of you was looking for that feeling you’d had as you’d first woken up in the tower and could sense the Price of Hearts was there, somewhere. Now, you just felt silence, and, after your dream, you admitted to yourself it left an unpleasant uneasiness curled up in your stomach.

The loggia was empty and the garden beyond it looked unreally still in the fading moonlight, however the air was thick, it smelled like magic, but not of the good kind. This was unnaturally sweet; it carried the penetrating sweetness of rotting things. Something was definitely off. You tightened your grip on the candelabrum and walked to the wooden doors you’d seen yesterday before heading out. You pushed them; they were heavy, but you wouldn’t desist. You used the weight of all of your body and finally got them to open. Beyond, a grand hall spread in front of you. A row of columns sustaining a wooden balcony separated you from the wide expanse of the room. A second set stood at the far end of the hall. Pale moonlight shone in through the windows situated all along the top of the left and right walls. As soon as you stepped out of the shadows casted by the balcony above you, you heard a low, bitter laugh. You lowered your hood slowly and turned, your dress and loose hair flaring around you as you did, and almost risked your candles dying in the process.

«You found my favourite gown.»

The Prince of Hearts was standing on the balcony, leaning against a painted glass oculus that turned the light in coloured hues around him. «It looks lovely on you.»

You ignored the compliment. You had questions. «How long have you known it for?»

«That night at the palace. That’s when I knew for sure.»

«But this has started way longer before, hasn’t it?»

«Looks like you’ve got it all figured out. Go ahead then.»

«The day my grandmother picked your card from the Deck of Destiny. She was reading my future. She didn’t tell me of course, but she did warn me. She told me to always keep away from those unable to love. It was the only thing she could do, because how could she explain the truth to her eight-year-old granddaughter? You saw me through the card, didn’t you?»

The Prince of Hearts remained silent.

«What is it? Has someone cut out you tongue? I deserve the truth and you will give it to me!»

«You want … the truth. Then, pray tell, which truth are you interested in knowing?» spite filled his voice as he spoke, entwined with a hint of what felt to you like pain. «No, let me guess: you want to know your truth. Why you are here, what the point is in all of this. Why it had to be you. Why of all the young ladies in this realm, you had to be the one whose future was to be bound to the one of the Prince of Hearts. To unrequited love. To the monster. Well, here’s your answer: I don’t know! I don’t make the rules! But you are clearly not interested in my truth. So much for true love.»

You wanted to speak, you wanted to counter that he’d been the one to lock you up, to steal your dreams and lie to you. How could he expect you to want anything to do with him? But he cut you off before you could muster your words.

«You’re free to leave. A carriage is waiting for you. It will take you wherever you want to go» he turned his back to you and started walking away.

Dismissed. He’d kidnapped you and now he was dismissing you. But you would have none of that.

«No.»

Your voice sounded loud and clear in the empty salon. He froze in place.

«I want you to go. Go back to your family, to your life. Leave me alone.»

«Don’t you dare walk away from me, Prince of Hearts.»

You held the candelabrum tighter in your hand before heading towards the wooden winding staircase hidden in the shadows in the corner of the room and leading up to the balcony. You set it down in a nook in the wall once you’d climbed all the stairs, and stared intently at the man’s back before speaking again.

«Turn. Look at me» he did. His face was hollow, his already sharp cheekbones seemingly jutting out, pulling his white skin taut in a way that looked almost painful. Dark circles sat around his eyes and his lips were pale. You gripped the railing of the balcony. «What has happened to you?» you murmured.

Then you realised the scent of rotting magic was heavier now that you were near him. His magic was consuming him, or perhaps it was the other way around: maybe it was dying and that would cause him to whither away. One moment you were staring, disbelief in your eyes at his look, the next you were running to him. You grabbed the lapels of his jacket and dragged him back into the light from the window. Your face was barely inches away from his, your body pushed up against his frame in a way that was all but appropriate. You found you didn’t care. No one was there to see the two of you anyways. You fixed your gaze on his quicksilver one and spoke your demand.

«Tell me your truth, Prince of Hearts. Tell me all of it, I want to know.»

He gripped your wrists in his hands. They were freezing cold, and it scared you even more than you already were.

«I am the Price of Hearts now. I am a Fate, eternal and powerful, and as such I will exist until the end of time. But I also was someone’s son once. Someone’s brother. Someone’s intended – his features contorted into a pained expression at that – Then, he changed me and suddenly I felt nothing, nothing but the power and the drive to wield it.»

«This place. It’s your family home.»

«It used to be a happy place, full of sound, of music, of laughter. Now it’s empty and silent and lonely. I buried all of them, one after the other, until there was only me. I didn’t care, I could have anything and anyone I wanted. Whispering a few words to a mortal’s ear was everything it took. But it’s been centuries now …» his voice broke and all you could see was a lost soul about to shatter. Not the powerful, cruel Fate, but a man whose past had been forgotten, erased by what he’d become. You remembered your dream, you saw him die before your eyes all over again and you saw your bloodied tears staining his face. You didn’t forgive him, not yet, and certainly you didn’t trust him, but you would not judge. He was right about that one thing: you knew nothing about his truth. You were wrought from your thoughts by the weight of his body resting on your forearms. It was getting harder and harder to hold him. Infact, it felt as if you were holding him up, as if he was …

You let yourself fall to the ground, the whole of him pulling you down in the middle of the pool of pastel coloured light. You held his head, panic seizing you at the realisation that this was very much alike the way your dream had ended.

«Jacks? Jacks. I will stay. I want you prove me wrong. Do you hear me?» You were hoping he would finally flash his hateful smirk at you and laugh at how he’d managed to get fear onto your face and tremble in your voice, at how he’d played you with his small act, but he wouldn’t. «You’re a godsdamned Fate, you don’t get to die on me like this!»

It felt as if he were slipping away, and you were powerless, unable to stop it.

I don’t want you to die. If I am supposed to be your true love, then maybe it means you’re supposed to be my true love too. I don’t want you to die.

So, you cradled his face with your other hand and pressed your lips to his. Again. And again. You didn’t know why you did it. You could have called for help, or prayed the gods, or given up altogether. You only knew that that was what the princesses in your childhood fairy tales did, when their prince had saved them from the villain, and was now dying from the blows he’d been inflicted. You kissed him one more time and held him closer, willed him to get back to you. Until you felt the slightest squeeze of his fingers on your thigh. You straightened your back as hope flooded you, bringing each single of your nerves on edge. Maybe you’d just imagined it. But then he opened his eyes, that mischievous grin appearing on his face. It made you want to slap him.

«Hello, sweetheart.»

He brought his hand to your face and tangled his slender fingers in your hair. And he kissed you back. He smelled of apples, cinnamon and magic again.

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blissfulseptember · 2 years

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That took me a really long time lol! Your turn, 1-40

😅 fair enough

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Religious trauma, dead dad club, my job in DD 💞

2. show us a picture of your handwriting?

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

The Princess Bride, Big Fish, and Stardust.

4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

Sure does.

5. what made you start your blog?

I was 12 and had access to the internet.

6. what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

Best is meeting cool people, worst is unsolicited dick pics

7. what scares you the most and why?

Letting down the people I care about

8. any reacquiring dreams?

I have a few.

9. tell a story about your childhood

When I was like 9 or 10 my older brother and I were wrestling in the living room and I fell and smacked my head on the rock fireplace and my parents had to stich my head back together with my hair and superglue.

10. would you say you’re an emotional person? A little, maybe.

11. what do you consider to be romance?

"You're worth losing sleep over" "this song makes me think of you" "no expectations" "I love you as you are, a combination of all the experiences you've had and the ones you'll have in the future, and all the ways they may change you." And lemony snickett-esque poems.

12. what’s some good advice you want to share? Be a fountain not a drain.

13. what are you doing right now? Watching TV with my kitties.

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?Month-long solo music tour on the road with my doggo 🐶

15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”? The smell of Mom's homemade rolls 😋

16. if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? I would make myself more confident/assertive

17. name 3 things that make you happy Coco, Boots, Willoughby 🐱🐈🐈‍⬛

18. do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

Absolutely 👽 👻

19. favourite thing about the day?

Iced coffee

20. favourite things about the night?

Sleeping

21. are you a spiritual person?

I suppose so? In my own way

22. say 3 things about someone you love

They are witty, with a smile that lights up a room, and makes everyone feel seen and important.

23. say 3 things about someone you hate

Short- asshole- better treat his lady right or I'll start committing crimes

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for? Kicking ass and stepping up at work enough to give my coworkers the much-needed breaks they all definitely deserved.

25. fave season and why? Fall and spring because pretty colors everywhere

26. fave colour and why?

Cool tones (blue, green, purple) because I've been obsessed with deep space and outer space since I was like 12.

27. any nicknames? Buttons, banana, little Hannah,

28. do you collect anything? I collect everything.

29. what do you do when you’re sad? Listen to music and snuggle kitties

30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier? Baby animals

31. are you messy or organised? Messy

32. how many tabs do you have open right now? 17

33. any hobbies? All the hobbies. Art, music, kayaking, hiking

34. any pet peeves? Wet socks.

35. do you trust easily? No.

36. are you an open book or do you have walls up? Walls.

37. share a secret. I kissed a girl and I liked it 😅 lol idk how much of a secret it is but ya girl is Bi

38. fave song at the moment? Mantras- Ellen Winter

39. youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why? Hannahleeduggan solo van/cottage life she's living my dream

40. any bad habits? I'm a nail biter

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♡100 followers special♡

Guys, I would like to thank all of you for all the support since I started this blog, you are the best <3 Btw this is the fic Elon Musk doesn’t want you to see lol, jk jk

Title: Humanity

Words: 3.6k

Summary: When you get sold to an odd looking robot after the last failure of a rebellion, things go better than you had expected. Until they don’t.

tw: robot/AI apocalypse au, dystopia au, slavery, slight non - sexual public nudity, discrimination, vulgar language, mention of death and child abuse (in the past), obsessive behavior, non - consensual touching, angst

AD 3061y., 14 September

Your hometown was in ruins, shattered by the Forces and left without any source of food, clean water or reliable manpower. The rebellion had failed just like the first ten attempts and as much as you had wanted to believe this time would be different, your dreams stayed nothing more than a way to cope with the harsh reality. Any intelligent individual had either managed to flee before the prosecution or died in agony while trying. You could still hear their pained screams ringing in your ear, the desperate look in their pupils sealed forever in your mind along with the sound of heavy breathing slowly fading into the background like your own hopes for a better future.

The ones who decided to play meek and close their eyes to the inhuman torture happening in the area were spared, but what awaited them could potentially be worse than death itself. You were part of the flock of pitiful weak humans who had surrendered to the heartless machines wanting nothing more than to see mankind squirm and kneel underneath their mechanic heel like a bug. And now you would face the hour of judgment – tired and exhausted, heavy rusty chains around your bruised ankles making every next step a little harder than the last one. But you were certain that the most painful humiliating event hadn’t taken place yet and the thought made your blood run cold. You could recall the countless stories you used to hear on the streets from your friends about androids stealing kids and selling them like cattle to the most powerful leaders of society. Back then you would laugh at them, finding the ideas ridiculous, better fit for a conspiracy theory or a legend rather than an actual threat. But during that time life was easier – the robots were still your friends, just your average citizens, equal to the humans in every manner. It wasn’t until ten years later that some of them realized just how much better, stronger and smarter than the people they really were. That’s how the apocalypse started and that’s how it was going to end. These days the mortals were becoming extinct with the population cut down to one million. You didn’t have names or rights to any possession. Your mere survival had one purpose only – to entertain the machines so they could feel human again. And right now you were being dragged to Soraq, also known as the biggest slave market in the country.

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It was just as terrifying as you had imagined it to be. The Capital was supposed to express wealth, luxury and maybe even happiness but your old human views were easily opposed when faced with the mud covering what was left of the pavement and the pale exhausted bodies of the mortals wandering the streets searching for a hot meal and a little bit of kindness it was clear no one wanted to provide. You reached out to help a young girl sobbing all by herself on the ground but the Officer roughly yanked your shoulder back and ordered you to keep going – his cold hard touch was enough to bruise your skin.

After a few long minutes of uncertainty your keeper finally stopped, pulling you up some black stairs leading to a small stage and if you weren’t too busy looking around for the others who were captured, you might have noticed the crowd gathered inches away from you. Soon enough you were forced to redirect your attention as you heard the approving screams and cheering below. There were hundreds of robots staring at you, smirking maliciously, pinning you with their cold calculating gazes. You finally realized that this wasn’t just a bad dream or a nightmare, something unreal you could easily run away from by opening your eyes. You were about to become property and the worst part was the way the cruel machines perfectly resembled people – they looked the same except for the dark red pupils each possessed which glowed when going into a fight mode. But unlike humans the androids had gotten rid of their most intimate emotions and fears, turning themselves into empty shells, shiny and murderous with no way to experience anything properly, be it pleasure or pain.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The Officers started off with a low chuckle, his heavy hand wrapped tightly around your arm. His voice should have been programmed to be monotone but now it had a playful edge to it. “Today our dear subjects have decided to be feisty yet again. They still haven’t learned their lesson it seems.” He grinned eerily, quickly followed by the mocking laugher of the crowd. Some even shouted slurs and insults but you tried to focus on controlling your feelings. You needed to stay calm if you wanted to survive. “We really can’t expect more from the mankind. They are primal after all, they just can’t learn from their mistakes.” The male robot paused for a second to fix his microphone. “It’s in their DNA code to be foolish and pathetic. That’s why we need to take better care of them.” He whispered the last line down your neck and despite knowing that the machines didn’t have actual lungs, you could swear you felt his cold breath on your sensitive skin.

“The woman is in her early twenties. Her background is unknown, but she certainly looks like someone you would want in your collection.” The android continued talking as if you weren’t there, his hands all over your tinier frame. The mass was yelling, but you only made out the words „down”, „strip” and „human”. Your eyes watered involuntarily and you let the tears stream down your cheeks in spite of the weakness they showed. It didn’t matter – it couldn’t get any worse so you could at least let yourself experience such little bits of comfort. In the next moment the Officer ripped your old ragged t-shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold autumn air. The hot red humiliation washed over you as the degrading whistles pierced trough your heart. It was such a cruel unfair punishment and you couldn’t even keep your composure long enough to not break down ugly – crying right there.

“The bidding starts at one thousand eros!” The robot’s evil voice echoed through the area, reaching the market borders. Suddenly all the attention was on your scared vulnerable half-naked self. More than ten androids raised their hands, making your stomach turn in terror. Most of them had unpleasant appearances, resembling old people, usually men. “Do we have two thousand eros?” The officer added quickly afterwards having seen the shown interest. This time there were only five bots willing to buy you for so much money – but the show was far from over. “Am I seeing three thousand eros?” Your keeper kept going, determined to drain your bidders off their wealth, but to his utmost surprise now there were only two robots with their hands in the air – one seemingly younger and the other looking all wrinkled and bitter at the world. You silently prayed that fate would work in your favor only this time and hand you over to the man who would treat you more like a living being and less like an object.

“Ten thousand eros.” Suddenly the android with a kinder appearance declared out loud, his cold stern gaze fixed onto you. The other male hesitated for a moment, probably wondering whether or not you were worth so much money, but at the end he cursed under his breath and slowly put his hand down with a sour expression. “Sold to K-010 for ten thousand eros!” The automatic voice of the Officer was ringing in your ear like an alarm while the crowd was shouting and cussing, some going as far as to criticize your new owner for giving up his monthly salary for a “cheap human whore”. Next he was invited on the stage to sign off all the needed documents leading to your freedom being ripped away forever and you were injected with a tiny chip which would make your location visible to your buyer at any given time. The android looked at you soon after and in one swift move he managed to place his leather coat on your shoulders, muttering at you to cover up. You obeyed, embarrassed by the reminder that your upper half was still fully exposed to all the hungry prying immortals. When the chains were finally removed, the robot took you by the hand and led you to a small white flying car with a yellow lily drawn on top – the brand was popular among the most powerful members of the Forces.

“Don’t even think about running away.” K-010 growled when he noticed the way your attention drifted to the nearby road before finally taking your seat. You knew it was pointless now that the tracking device was deep into your skin but deep down you still couldn’t kill the last bit of hope screaming at you to do something before you were too far away to find home again, wherever it was. “If you so much as look outside while we drive, I will use my lasers to turn you into ash. Okay?” You nodded meekly and sank into the soft comfortable seat, wishing that your body would stop shaking in fear but to no avail.

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The journey was long and silent but it made you remember the days when music was still allowed and you used to turn the radio all the way up in your mother’s car. You would sing loudly until your throat hurt and your friends would ask you to just shut up and focus on the road. Everything was so normal and happy back then. The stinging nostalgia threatened to overcome so you tried to focus on something else. You finally faced your owner in an attempt to study his appearance. He was probably in his late twenties, his hair white with some black locks here and there, a fashion trend you usually didn’t care much for. You couldn’t afford to bother with your hairstyle when you were constantly running for your life after all. The robotic male had sun-kissed brown skin, he was taller than most human men and his lips seemed softer than most robots’. But the biggest mystery laid in his deep dark eyes, they looked scarlet at first but the more you stared, the easier it was to realize the color was actually brown.

“Are you a cyborg, K-010?” You asked in a small voice out of the blue, breaking the peace and quiet in the air. The android didn’t spare you much attention with his gaze fixed onto the open sky serving as a road, still he opened his mouth slightly to respond. “My name is Kyle, the numbers are just a formality.” He inhaled sharply as if he was reminiscing a bad memory. “And yes, I am biologically human – just with a few practical upgrades.” You had heard of such people before, the ones willing to become an experiment so they could join the high society oppressing their own neighbors, friends and relatives, setting the lands on fire and destroying the dying environment but you had never met one until today. Honestly, you felt betrayed. It was one thing to be some unfeeling machine’s plaything and entirely another to be owned by someone with a functioning heart even though they weren’t too keen on using it properly.

“Why would you do that?” You couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips in the next moment. “You should know what humans have to go through just to stay alive. Today hundreds of us were crushed and sold like some animals! Yet you changed yourself to appeal to their disgusting standards.” You raised your voice, the hot tears already spilling down your cheeks yet again, your fists clenched in pure anger at the foolish greedy man. He simply shook his head and leaned back. “I had my reasons, sweetheart. You don’t know anything.” With that the conversation had ended, you could try and argue or even blame him for being a selfish bastard but it wouldn’t have done you any good so you decided against it. It didn’t matter much anymore.

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A few months went by slowly even though time meant little to someone in your position. Living with Kyle wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be – his mansion was big and spacious, luxurious even. You had your own room and you were allowed to explore the house in your free time. You didn’t have many duties to attend to, your work mostly revolved around cooking, cleaning and keeping company with your owner when he was too tired to keep the robotic mask on and just wanted something sweet, something weak, something more human around. He didn’t want much out of you so you tried to do your best and stay on his good side – there was always a warm meal waiting at the table at night, every window was carefully wiped from the previous dust and the glass was now shining brightly, and you would listen for hours on end to the cyborg’s ramblings no matter how dreadful it could be sometimes.

But it couldn’t be denied that the man had some odd habits, even if you were to overlook him buying a living being instead of simply hiring a maid. For example, you knew how thin the walls actually were because you could hear him cry almost every night. The half-robot would hold you close any time the news were too loud or a bottle of beer had fallen and shattered on the ground. Still you weren’t allowed to leave his home so all the doors leading to the outside world were locked while he was away or at work. And there were these weird long cuts on his shoulders you had managed to take notice of the first time your master had asked you to bathe him. You hadn’t meant to prey upon his naked form, but the task had been so awkward you needed something to focus on to drive the unpleasant thoughts away. The injuries looked deep and the man would close his eyes any time the soap made contact with them. Finally one day you gathered the courage to ask him what had caused the raw scratches. You were messaging his scalp gently, applying jasmine in his roots, trying to soothe his nerves and get to the information.

“ ’S not important. ” K-010 answered lazily while arching his back into your touch. More often than not the male would melt under your care and you couldn’t help but wonder just how lonely it was to be neither a human nor a machine. “She is dead now.” He whispered darkly, secretly hoping it wouldn’t reach your ear, yet it did. “Who is dead?” You questioned him after a while, stroking his wet locks until you heard him moan. You were getting better and better at provoking a reaction from the cyborg and despite knowing it was manipulative and a little devious, he was still the ruthless owner who held your one and only life in his palms. You needed to be sneaky if you wanted a safe, comfortable life.

“My mother.” Kyle added quickly before looking at the blue ceiling, the glossy material copying both of your reflections. The mention of the woman made the sensitive skin of his nape crawl but he kept talking. “The crazy bitch used to beat me every. She even tried to kill me a couple of times.” A slight smile appeared on his full red lips. “It didn’t work out in the end, unfortunately.” So that’s where the cuts were from – he had been violated in his childhood by no other than the person supposed to look after him. You had always hated abusive parents taking advantage of their authority and even now your own imagination made your heart ache at the picture it painted. A small boy being hit over and over until there his whole body was bruised and bloodied. A child with no one to turn to. It didn’t excuse your master’s evil doing but it certainly explained a lot. “Don’t make such a sad face, darling.” He cooed at you, reaching out to pinch your cheek. “I will always be grateful to the Forces since they gave me the power I needed to finally free myself from her grasp. I even buried her myself after everything was said and done.” Kyle grinned from side to side like a little kid waiting to be praised for the picture they had drawn, except now the man was speaking of the way he had murdered his mother. You were at a total loss of words, suddenly too frightened to respond.

“What’s so special about being a human anyways?” The cyborg grumbled, sounding almost offended of the words you still haven’t said but were definitely thinking deep down. You were staring forward unable to draw away from that one crack in the wall, his words flying above your head. Your confusion was interrupted by the man quickly raising to his knees and catching both of your hands with his strong robotized ones. The cold touch of the metal combined with the camouflage of a soft skin was enough to mess your mind even further into the maze that was his dark gaze. Next thing you knew the male had you pinned on the hard ground, spotlessly clean and reeking of abstergent. You tried to squirm away but the hold of your wrists was too tight and strong to even make your struggling worth the trouble. “Just look at how weak you humans are.” K-010 taunted you, smirking teasingly, cruelly, yet there was something desperate in his eyes, something hidden. “You are so fragile I could probably break you if I were to press harder on your flesh.” He whispered into your ear, breathing down your neck as he dug his icy fingers into your collarbone and made you whimper pathetically at the dull pain. “People are foolish creatures, illogical by nature. They try to fight authority yet the moment they are left with a free choice, they find a way to run from their responsibilities.” The cyborg chuckled maliciously while digging his nails further into your skin.

“We might be doomed forever because of our emotions but there is something you fail to consider.” You finally spoke out despite your rapid heartbeat and fear so great it could defeat death herself. The predator already had you in his sharp claws and there was no pointing in playing coy anymore. The worst had come to worst. Your words caught the attention of the half-robot and he licked his lips in anticipation to hear what you had to say. “Unlike the androids we can still experience love. And at the end a life without love is a life wasted in the big picture. We might be mortal but you are the ones waiting to die instead of living.” You spat at the man fiercely, ready to face any punishment he would bestow upon your weak tired body for the sheer honesty. Instead he started laughed maniacally, the sound so loud it hit the ceiling and echoed through the house like a pained scream and so violent his shoulders shook to the sides. For the first time his eyes were glowing in a bright red color so saturated and vivid you couldn’t stand to look at them.

“This is really funny, my little human.” Kyle pronounced carefully, having calmed down. He lowered his head so that his lips were ghosting over yours, just brushing against them. “I belong with neither humans nor robots so why does my chest ache every time I look at you? Tell me, darling, am I in love?” His voice was harsh, husky – as if he was purposely trying to sound evil but the tears in his eyes pointed at another feeling. A raw painful feeling.

You couldn’t reply not only because you had no idea what to say after the confession but also because you couldn’t breathe properly with his pretty, wicked face so close to yours. Your silence only managed to stir the cyborg up further into his madness and he kissed you roughly, hungrily lapping and biting at your lips until they were sore and bruised, the robotic man more than happy to lick the small drops of blood off. For a moment you considered kicking or shouting for help but there wasn’t anyone willing to in the radius of kilometers. No one of significance cared much about the few remaining mortals. “I could never love you.” You uttered weakly, half – heartedly pushing the man away. You were all alone in this and there wasn’t really a point in fighting someone so much bigger and stronger, yet a sad little part of you hoped that Kyle would leave you alone if you made it clear enough just how much his actions were hurting you.

“It’s fine if you don’t love me by choice.” Your master replied calmly in a cold piercing voice. His hands were wandering through your form stopping at your hips to draw them into his. The pretty dress you used to like so much was now crumpled and reeking of him, torn apart from your shivering body and thrown away. You wished you could cry but all the adrenaline had left you too uneasy to process the pain and fear. Kyle whispered in your ear while stroking your hair gently and it made you feel like a trembling sheep before a starved butcher. “I own you, little human.” He placed a small kiss on your hot sensitive neck. “And I have enough love for both of us.”

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blzzrdstryr · 3 years

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Yan!Beidou x fem!reader

This drabble has been heavily inspired by @ddarker-dreams yan Beidou hcs and I am not a native English speaker so bear with me

CW: Childhood abuse, unhealthy relationship

Drop by drop the sea is drained - is what your mother used to say, when you acted disagreeable. There were plenty of instances, where your parents enforced a certain behaviour model on you - don't run, don't be rude, don't play with servants' kids. They wanted a proper lady, you were anything but. Once your goal was set - climb a tree for apples, skip boring manners lessons, or play with peers - you stopped at nothing until you reached it.

Being put in a corner, losing privileges and even whipping did little to deter you, just making you silent for a day or two, while you looked at your parents with angry and resentful eyes. With years you learnt to mask your grievances and indignation to avoid unnecessary punishment, but still you couldn’t bring yourself to agree with their ideas or become the person they wanted you to be.

I am not the ever changing sea, I am a tall cliff standing amidst it, you once thought to yourself, when your parents decided to lash you twenty times more for disobedience and haughtiness, gritting your teeth and preparing for the incoming pain, I will continue standing.

In the end, they failed at molding you into the perfect daughter and you ended up disowned, once you publically broke off the engagement arranged years ago. Seems that their desire for perfect reputation in high society was stronger than whatever remains of love they still had for you, their child. A mix of horror and relief washed over you that day, you were free to do as you please, but had nowhere to return to.

That's how you found yourself in Liyue harbor doing odd jobs - working as a translator, performing on instruments, teaching other noble kids; skills that you acquired in your former rich life were now used to get by. And then you had the misfortune of catching Beidou's gaze.

You were playing an erhu at Heyu teahouse that day. After Liu Su finished his tale of Guhua Brotherhood and left the stage to rest his throat, you took his place, ready to play on the strings of the instrument and hearts of your listeners. It produced a sad yet hopeful wordless tale of love, as your fingers of one hand were flying over the strings, while the other masterfully directed the bow. Some visitors closed their eyes, some gazed into the distance with a faraway look, too consumed by their thoughts and feelings, but Beidou’s stare never left you for once.

She looked just like Liu Su’s stories portrayed her: gorgeous and terrifying and you were almost enchanted. To you. Beidou looked like a hero straight out of fairy tales: with steel hard muscles, skin coarse from sea winds contrasting with surprisingly silk soft hair and a great claymore strapped to her back, a legendary captain just waiting to slay unimaginable levianthants and discover unknown lands.

She approached you, right after you finished and full of praise and mora to gift. Her loud, boisterous voice described every little detail of what she liked in your music, enough to make your cheeks feel warm. Beidou even joked at the end, that your mastery of the music was alike to the beauty of Xi Shi, enough to make fish forget how to swim and sink below at the first notes of your erhu, and even promised that she will attend your every performance when she is on land.

And Beidou did hold her word, her intimidating figure seen in the audience as you played on erhu or guzheng or pipa, ready to shower you in compliments and gifts. It was charming at first, but then the constant attention started to feel tiring, yet you still entertained her, as you felt bad for receiving countless treasures, enough to provide you for years, just for playing music.

To be honest, it wasn't that she was bad company, her straight-forward and honest nature was what drew you in, captain was everything people in your former life were not. Her laser focus on you was what initially bothered you - eye following every movement and she always remembered the littlest thing you said, something that made shivers creep up your spine.

Despite that you still followed Beidou when she offered to show you the Crux. She boasted about all the adventures and battles she had, while her crew intently observed you. You paid them no mind, thinking that they stare because you were an outsider to their ship.

The Crux suddenly moved, creaking and swaying on the waves, as all anchors were lifted - you almost fell from the sudden rocking, but Beidou caught you in time, confusion written on your face. You treated it all as a tasteless joke at first, after all Beidou was known for her eccentricity, but it wasn’t. Harbour was getting smaller and smaller as the ship headed into the open sea where your cries of indignation could be heard by none who would help.

In the first weeks you cried and shouted at her, tearing your now shared cabin to shreds, constantly defying and testing the captain. You prepared yourself for the violence she will lash out and punish you for defiance, for not being the person she envisioned you to be, but she didn’t. It would be better if she matched your expectation, making it easier to hate, to defy, to continue standing strong, but she surrounded you with love and care instead.

Beidou is a great wave, overwhelming and unfairly strong, inescapable and insatiable.

Now you are locked up in her cabin, a spacious room filled with treasures Beidou acquired during her travels, and you feel like one too - the most beloved yet meaningless trinket, meant to be possessed and hidden from others’ eyes. She spends the whole night with you, keeping you close in the inescapable hug, as her breath fans your neck she’s nuzzled in.

You still lash out at her when you are awake, albeit with less spite and fire in each insult, as if your determination started to slowly wash out. Beidou doesn’t seem to mind it, as she still forces her love in you, smothering and drowning your entire being with unwanted affection. In this regard she looks like the owner of a wild cat to you, kissing and hugging you, when you still thrash in her hold, hissing and clawing at her face.

Unintentional comparison with a pet does nothing but produce dry and humorless laugh out of your lips - deep down you are scared.

You feel it in your bones, how there’s less and less energy in you to fight back - nothing you did was of any use before, so where is meaning in further resisting? You noticed how you sometimes let Beidou have her way with you and how you started to eye the skilfully made erhu she left to you in hopes that you will play once again.

You are a cliff, standing among the raging sea, proud and alone - there’s no one on this cursed ship that will help you - and Beidou is the waves, slowly chipping away at your will.

Water wears away any stone with time and looking at yourself you can’t help but wonder when will you accept that you are nothing but treasure to be kept.

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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DREAM COME TRUE. -- WYATT LYKENSEN.

Paring: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: foul language. nudity. graphic descriptions of blood and cannibalism. sexual activity.

Summary: Weeks after your old elementary friend had finally vanished from all existence everything seems to finally go back to normal. Standing in a coffee shop you met him. And all hell breaks loose.

SEQUEL TO ‘YOU’.

PREVIOUSLY . . .

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything.

THE DIRT BELOW HIS BROWN BOOTS became sore while he had previously been peering into your small window for the past five minutes watching you. Your brown pale skin covered in the blood that wasn’t your own. Your face dry and lips cracked from the crying you had done, you felt numb. Your heat besting rapidly in anxiety.

The mirror reflected your bruised image. The bags under your eyes were a dark purple, your eyes a dark brown with widened pupils ( a side effect of a broken Z-band which usually wears off after twelve hours ). Your sink water turned a bright pink as the last of his blood washed down the drain. Disappearing into the drain pipes.

Your mascara smeared down your cheeks, your nose and cheeks red and your eyes puffy. ‘Your going to kill him’. A selfish voice spat in his head, his sharp claws dug into the untouched flesh of his tan palm. He was furious.

How could someone so shameful have the power of destroying someone who was so innocent? She was a ray of pure sunshine. His sunshine. The pondering question he already knew the answer to racked the Alpha wolf’s brain. He couldn’t understand it.

You were so innocent. Baby like. His baby. He felt guilt.

A page pant of sadness washed over him. He had wished it was him, who could comfort you from what had just happened. ‘Shh baby it’s okay I’m here now, your safe, completely safe, I won’t let anyone ever harm you again, ever, never again. I am so sorry.

So sorry. So sorry.’ He had imagined you sobbing desperately in his chest the ache of your body he felt against his own skin, he’d stroke your arm softly and whisper sweet nothing in your ear.

He’d reassure you constantly, be their for you when having to deal with the gained trauma even after the act. He’d give you anything you needed. Leave you loving encouraging notes in your belongings. Hold you every night as you slept. Lock every door and window in the house.

He’d lay bare with you in bed for hours just to make sure his babygirl was okay. Although he couldn’t help blame himself. He knew that he couldn’t just burst into your house and save you from your attacker, even after the matter.

‘oh uhm yeah, I’ve totally been watching you for months, that includes changing, and showering, and well... pleasing yourself too.

I’ve seen it all, and uhm I’m kinda in love with you too so I mean that’s a plus, uhm I know literally everything about you, how you are very persistent in organization and you hate cheesy romantic comedies.

How you’d just want to stay up until three a.m. reading a book about truce crime. How you can girl over the most underrated music artists and how you hate a guy that plays dumb in the most basic way. I know you absolutely hate roses anything I’m missing?’

He chuckled at the image of you stunned. He knew more about you than you knew yourself. How you’d jump into his arms, the feeling of your skin against his. Your soft lips brushing against his neck. He’d want it all.

That would immensely creep you out. His intention would to never make you uncomfortable. So the pain only grew worse. Not being able to call you by your name. Hold you. Take in the surreal beauty that was Y/N.

His white fangs pressed against his bottom teeth. His blood boiled to the brim. He wanted to make that disgusting human pay for what he did. His stomach twirled in mixed emotion.

He so badly wanted to hold you in his chest and comfort you, but some things have complicated consequences.

In the low midst of the night he kept a sharp eye on the human who groggily made his way down the deserted dirt road, stalking the weak being beneath the depths of the dark forest.

Small boots could be heard from miles stretched along the black canvas of the open air, the human male scanning his surroundings for some place to rest or.. a possible shortcut that could lead him home.

Wyatt licked his dry lips breathing out slowly watching the human stand in the clearing with curiosity. ‘Kill him’. ‘He deserves to suffer for what he did’. ‘Y/N’. ‘Think of Y/N’. ‘Gut him’.

The imploding thoughts trying to take control of him. His pupils shrunk and turned a bright yellow his fangs grew from the K-9’s in his mouth. He breathed heavily and beast like trying to regain his composure. Sure, he thought of you.

How you would’ve told him ‘this is dangerous and could get you caught by wolf patrol don’t’. But, the monster side of her would’ve agreed with him. Could’ve given into the impulses.

Could’ve joined in on the eccentric thrill of gutting a human to their bones watching as blood came spitting out of their body, falling limp to the ground and squirming like a dead rabbit, until their last breath leaves the closure of their lungs.

But he bit down on the inside of his cheek hard and shoved the impulsive thoughts aside. He caught attention of the human stepping through the clearing, Wyatt swiftly disappeared behind a tree. (Thank his wolf stealth.)

He watching closely behind the large oak as the midnight sky lit up with thousands of glowing stars the bright moon floating still. His feet crunched under the small wood chips and loose dirt, which made Wyatt’s right ear twitch occasionally.

The human was lost, he had reached up to a large clearing in the middle of the forest ‘maybe this will be a quicker way home’. He thought to himself as he squeezed his way through the thick pine trees that scratched his face and dark leather. Little did he know he wouldn’t be going home.

An owl called in the distance alarming the human. Shrugging it off he walked a few more feet bonfire stopping in the middle of the clearing an eerie feeling began to set it and shake throughout his body. Wyatt quickly ran behind the large oak tree causing the bushes to rustle.

The human quickly threw his head around to the source of the sound, Wyatt felt his heart pace quickly , quicker as each second passed.

The moonstone laid on Wyatt’s chest grew a bright blue his sharp K-9s’ growing to a slick point and his eyes glowing a bright deeming yellow.

A low growl erupted from his stomach the animalistic nature taking grasp of his human side. The human caught sight of a dark shadow peeking out from behind the tree. He bolted the other direction.

His breathing paced as his nimble legs carried him the south west end of the dark dreary forest. Mud crushed under his boots his lungs burning and heaving out of exhaustion. Wyatt was faster. He dodged past trees and bushes running at almost fifty miles.

His leg got caught on a sharp tree ranch nearby he knew that whatever was out to kill him was going to make it quick. He was scared. He pulled with force which caused the branch to cut into the soft flesh of his leg, blood seeped through the blue denim and into Wyatt’s nostrils.

Jumping over large rocks and the bushes he caught up to the human quickly grabbing him by his jacket he pushed to human to the ground and used the force of his arms to hold him in a pin.

The human breathed heavily his eyes widened in fear “please .... don’t hurt me”. He spoke weak like it was an excuse to let him go. Wyatt’s eyes glowed his lips formed a deep snarl.

“Let you go? And what, you continue raping other innocent women”. He whispered a deeply distorted voice replacing Wyatt’s usual calm manner. The monster had completely taken over. The human whimpered and squirmed like a dead animal.

A scream left the human’s mouth and soared above the trees as Wyatt bite deeply into the salty flesh. The blood was warm a large chunk of his skin hung off of Wyatt’s mouth before he spit it out discarding it.

The human grunted and moaned in pain shooting out lines of foul words. Wyatt smirked as he straddled the humans hips in place allowing him to not move.

In panic the human began to wail his arms, the young wolf felt his heart erupt in his chest. The watched as the human wailed in half death, he felt evincible.

The blood squirted and poured out of the human’s uncared wound. The blood tasted sweet in his mouth, a true delicacy.

About fifteen minutes after he threw the discarded bones into a six feet deep ditch he had dug after killing the human.

His mouth, arms, and clothes all drenched in the human’s bodily fluids and chunks of his flesh on his chest.

He smelt foul. He knew he did. He wanted to make sure you were okay but couldn’t come to you smelling like this.

He had walked the path he knew like the back of his hand spotting the small watering hole, he stood at the shore of the small lake the moon glowing brightly over him.

Taking off his fur coat he stripped himself of his purple hoodie before slowly bringing up his white tank top over his head revealing his broad v line, toned abs and chest stained with blood.

Unclasping his jeans he slide them down towards his knees kicking off his boots and white socks. Then came his boxers.

He engulfed himself in the lake slowly, it was freezing cold but was used to it. The water has risen up to the middle of his waist, he began to vigorously rub off the dried blood splashing cold water in his face and arms.

Dipping himself under the cold lake he rushed up and breathed out coughing. Moving his wet hair out of his face he caught sight of a dark shadowed figure that stood at the shore. He could’ve sworn it was you. Your pale skin glimmered beautifully under the moonlight.

He didn’t move a muscle, yet he waited to see what your next intention was. A robe you were wearing slowly feel to the ground as you now stood naked your gaze kept on his, you slowly entered the water.

Your figure made your way through the cold water, his eyes never leaving yours he was absolutely stunned. This had to be surreal.

Your hips moved in the water causing ripples to shift outwards, your brown eyes fluttered innocently. He stood in front of you awestricken, you were gorgeous.

He was scared that maybe if he had made one wrong move you’d leave, so there he stood motionless waiting for you to respond.

You were now in front of him, your naked glory he kept his eyes on you out of full curiosity. Your face inches away from his you guided his hands towards your side his warm arms wrapped securely around your waist.

The tension was lingering, his heart was pacing at an irregular pace questions swirling around in his mind but nonetheless, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The two of your lips met in pure bliss, moving in synchronization your fingernails traveling up the back of his neck and into his soft curls his hands gripping your hips lightly not wanting to hurt you without permission.

His lips trailed from your jaw and to your neck where he softly bite and sucked gaining small moans from you in response.

Heavy breathing and moans began to fall from your lips as he held you in his arms his nails digging into the sides of your hips causing you to squirm, the fingers of his right hand gently sliding over your folds.

Unfortunately for Wyatt, he awoke in a panic, his head was spinning and he was covered in blood. His brown eyes scanned his surroundings, the green trees a dim green and the woods ground wet and sloshy from the rain the night before.

It was a dream.

Fuck. It was a dream.

Shivers shot down his spine and throughout his body as he remembered the horny dream he had. God he wished it where real. He observed his clothing. He was drenched in blood. His whole body.

He pondered to himself in confusion then it clicked. After killing the human he had retreated back to the clearing and fell asleep after ... Waking up he knew aside from the perks of his wolf powers one downside was that wolves couldn’t remember events that happen after they detach from their human form.

He licked his chapped numb lips while his ears perked up, sirens could be heard from miles away, holy shit. The police had found his body. Quickly, he stood up and ran left towards large similar oaks trees, lucky for him he knew the woods so it was easy for him.

Suddenly while his head was turned behind him making sure he wasn’t seen he quickly looked forward and collided with anther body a loud grunt slipped passed his lips as he fell on the hard soil, groaning.

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wolvesandpetals · 3 years

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Loki x Sylvie Post-Finale Fanfiction (Angst, Rated Teen) Part 1 of 2

SPOILER ALERT.

It's probably just the alcohol, but the beats of the music are starting to sound a little bit like a marching drum that's announcing war. She can feel herself dancing along to it, but her whole body is on alert, ready to switch to fight and flight any second.

"So, cool place huh?" The bloke in the leather jacket asks.

She tries to remember his name. Jeff something. Or maybe Jed. No, not Jed, she's thinking of Star Wars again. That's what happens when you binge watch a multiverse of movies in a single day.

Oh, yeah, that's right. She broke the multiverse.

Another shot of tequila, and she takes not-Jed's hand in hers. It doesn't feel right, at least not the way-

No.

She realises he asked her a question, but she can't remember what, and she just laughs, because that always works.

Encouraged, he leans in close and whispers into her ears. "How about we get out of here?"

"And go where, exactly?" She asks, but she's not sure he understands, not with how slurred the words come out.

She laughs again, and this time, it's bitter. This time, she's laughing at how this is so him, this getting drunk in the face of imminent danger and making a mess of things.

(But I'm not you.)

---

She's frozen in her place the second the glowing yellow door appears. But it's not for her, at least not this time.

She hasn't been on the run for a while. Doesn't need to be. Because even though she is the one who unleashed the chaos, it's the chaos that needs to be contained immediately. She's low on the list of priorities.

The TVA will come for her. But not right now.

---

It's extremely easy pretending to be a psychic. All she has to do is take her client's hands and enchant him, find a memory, describe it back to him.

Sometimes she does it just for fun, just to see the look of amazement on their faces.

Other times, she does it for the money she needs to survive.

"And I see a blonde woman. Very beautiful."

"That's my wife."

The way he smiles, loving and proud, makes her heart drop.

"What do you see in her future? Is she happy? Does she get the job at the magazine?"

There is definitely at least one timeline where she does get the job, but The Enchantress cannot exactly tell if it's this one. She can't actually see the future, after all.

She sees the colors drain from his face as her silence swallows the room. "She's going to be okay, right? I just want her to be okay."

(I just want you to be okay.)

There's that bitter laugh again, because-

No. She can't do this right now.

"She loves you very much", she whispers, to the man in front of her, and to the man who is not there to hear those words.

---

Mobius finds her in the middle of a concert by a Nirvana where Kurt Cobain never died. She can easily slip away, disappear into the screaming, writhing crowd if she wants.

Or she can just take him some place quiet and hear him out.

"Help us", Mobius pleads. He sounds exhausted, and not just physically. "We're outnumbered and outwitted. Our world is in danger."

"This isn't my world", she reminds him.

"Yet, you're here", he retorts.

Her smile is pained. "Where else will I go?"

He is sympathetic, like he always has been. And he offers her a new glorious purpose. "Come with me. We need you. He needs you."

She feels the air find its way out of her lungs the same way she pushed him out of her life- painfully, forcefully. "H-how is he?"

"He's okay... all things considered."

Now there's a cocktail of relief and disappointment that will give her months of sleepless nights.

"Tell him I'm-" she starts, but she doesn't know how to finish that sentence. What can she tell him? That she's sorry for not trusting him when she should have? That she's sorry for making the universes collide?

That she's sorry for betraying him and breaking his heart?

(How will I know you won't betray me at the end?)

"Nevermind."

---

It's been really hard facing the consequences of her actions, watching the timelines bleed into each other and destroy people's lives- families torn, achievements gone, every little anomaly delving into death and destruction. Every headline on the newspaper is her fault, and she has to live with that.

But that seems so easy compared to this moment where she has to face him.

The plan was to send him away, kill He Who Remains, give people their free will back, save the world, then come back to him. Yeah, he'd be mad at her at first, sure, but he'd forgive her eventually, she was confident.

Then the timelines started to branch the minute she stuck the dagger in that terrifying man's chest, and she knew she had screwed up.

She had sunk to the ground in defeat as the realisation of the repercussions hit her, and she did what she has always done- run.

She didn't even realise she had sent him to the wrong universe until she teleported herself into another universe as well. The journey back was long and lonely, but she dreamt of him in colors while the world was bleeding red, and that was enough to keep her going.

She doesn't really know what she'll do when she sees him again. Neither does she know what reaction she expects from him. Nothing he can say to her can be worse than what she thinks of herself.

A part of her hopes he would be overwhelmingly happy, he would come running to her, just like he did at The Void, greet her with the smile that has won a hundred hearts- including hers, and tell her everything will be alright. Another part of her fears that he would be furious, and he would confront her with accusations of unleashing havoc on all worlds- especially his.

What she never expected is this eerie calm that makes her feel like she is standing in the storm center.

His walls are up.

And it causes her to redirect the anger she feels at herself towards him. There's venom in her voice. "So you do get to rule, after all."

"I don't feel much like a king." He shrugs. "I'm more of a multiversal janitor. Mopping up multiversal messes."

"My messes."

"Our messes." He corrects, his features softening around the edges. "We made a mistake." He has been saying that ever since he found himself in the alternate TVA, and that hasn't changed even after getting back to his own version of the bureau. Always "we", never "she". He simply cannot bring himself to blame her without taking accountability for his part in the mess.

"Don't patronize me." Her hands are shaking, just like her voice, a sharp contrast to his steady silhouette, and can he just hold her, please? "I don't need you to take the fall for me."

His eyes go cold, like they were forged in the heart of Jotunheim. "Of course not", he says, fully composed. "You don't need me for anything. It's not like we're in this together."

(Maybe we can figure it out-together.)

---

She now knows her walls don't- can't- keep the hurt out- it just keeps her locked inside this cage of distrust and insecurities. And the price she has to pay for it is too high.

They could have been lying on a beach somewhere, sipping mimosas right now. Instead, they're here, in the vast, silent library of the TVA, sitting on separate tables, reading files on variants.

The only thing worse than bearing the weight of his gaze is having him stare at his files without looking in her direction even once. She can't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry." She suddenly blurts out.

He looks up, confused. "I'm sorry?"

"I'm sorry for what I did." She repeats. It's difficult to start an apology, but once she finds the strength to begin, the rest of it flows automatically. "I'm sorry I messed up everything. I'm sorry I broke the timelines. I'm sorry the world is in danger." She takes in a deep breath. "And I'm sorry I betrayed you."

His smile is the saddest kind. "A Loki betraying a Loki. That's the least surprising thing in the world. What's shocking is how I didn't see it coming. You really had me going with that kiss. Very nice distraction. Very Loki."

Free will comes with the fine-print of living with the consequences of your choices. And she has to live with hers every day. The tears finally spill out of her eyes. She hasn't let herself cry for a long, long time. But now she's breaking down worse than the multiverse. "I didn't do it to distract you. I did it to say goodbye."

He gets up, and she panics that he's leaving. Instead, he sits down in front of her, reaches for her hand, but changes his mind mid-way and lets them fall to his side. "You didn't have to say goodbye."

"It's all I've ever known." She feels like that scared little girl, far from home, running from minute men, with nobody to turn to but herself. "I told you, I don't have anyone."

"You had me."

That's the saddest part of it all, isn't it? Everything else in her life is the TVA's fault. She's torn from Asgard? Hasn't seen her parents in years? Can't remember her brother Thor? Spent her whole childhood running and hiding? All TVA.

But this? This is all her own doing. This is the one time she had something real, something worth holding onto, someone worth fighting against the world for. Instead, she questioned his intentions, didn't hold on, fought him and ruined everything.

"I didn't want to rule, Sylvie", he finally tells her. "I wanted you."

She has dreamed of this moment when he tells her how he feels. They have come so close to it so many times, the words dangling off the edge of his tongue but never quite finding their way out. She has always known- every word, every action pointed to it. But it was so hard to imagine someone could love her.

It's so hard to imagine someone can love her again. The past tense in his wording terrifies her worse than any danger ever could. "Is it too late to fix things?"

His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "We are fixing things. That's why we are here. Saving the universe."

"You know what I mean."

"I don't know how to trust you again, Sylvie." He tells her point blank- no deception, no lies, no Loki-ism. "And you never trusted me to begin with."

That's not entirely true. She trusts him more than she has trusted anyone. "I really thought I was doing the right thing."

"I know."

(Not to be dramatic, but yeah, we're saving the universe.)

---

The Avengers are much nicer than Loki described them, considering they don't kill her for what she has done, instead tell her about their own journeys towards redemption. Wanda tells her about the man she has loved and lost, and the pain she has caused to an entire town. Barnes talks about his past as a brainwashed assassin. Clint tells her the story of Natasha and how she took charge and changed her life.

Thor is the kindest of them all. He talks about how far Loki himself has come. He tells her stories of his version of Asgard, the nine realms, the glorious battles, the beauty of earth.

She still dreams of death, but sometimes she doesn't.

Sometimes, she hopes.

---

(To be continued)

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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A Distant Dream II // Luke Patterson

Summary: In 1994 seventeen year old Luke Patterson had once again tried to ask out the girl that held his heart. With the belief he would see the younger Mercer girl the next morning he decides wait to confess his feelings. Only to have soft music bewitched the reader into an antique wardrobe with lots of history.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of pregnancy, cops, strict parents, and angst

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I’m thinking maybe four or five more parts following this. I really fell back into a Narnia hole recently.

Part One

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Julie Molina didn't mean to snoop in Luke's things at all, but her elbow had bumped his backpack to the ground. A worn picture had escaped the open bag to float next to her foot. Her deft fingers picked the photo of Alex standing with a girl laughing at something out of frame. The jacket the girl wore was familiar to Julie as she had seen Luke wear it.

Her throws furrowed as she turned the picture to the back to see the writing on the back in legible black sharpie.

Y/N and Alex Mercer, Downtown Los Angeles 1993

Julie's took a guess that the girl was-

"What the hell Julie?" Luke's furious tone took the girl by surprise, but it was the rush to yank the picture from her hand. The guitarist flooded with the familiar grief that was never too far from his mind, it had been one a year to him instead of twenty-six.

The picture was cradled in the guitarist's hands as he pinned a nasty glare on his living friend as if she had kicked his puppy. Behind him stood Alex and Reggie becoming quiet at the picture in Luke's hand. The tears started to fill Alex's eyes as he vividly remembered the night when the picture had been taken.

Alex slung his arm around his sister's shoulders with the identical grin on display as Bobby and Reggie slumped over a paper. You had a feeling it was a song that Reggie had written and Bobby loved being able to give his input on the music. Something he didn't get to do with Luke. With that name in mind, you turned to the guitarist lazing around on a couch.

The band had finished a three-song set for a local club that often turned their cheek to minors walking in. It had taken a lot of manoeuvring, but you had been able to sneak inside to add the band to the list.

"Can you believe this?" Alex gleefully laughed, looking around the packed backstage room they had snagged. They had it for another five minutes, and the band ate it up as if they had already made it in the business.

"I can't believe you guys actually made this happen." You breathed before a laugh escaped your mouth at Reggie, pulling a face at you. The blinding flash bringing your attention to the boy holding the camera you had received as a gift.

"Always a great candid with you!" Luke announced shoving the camera in his backpack with a cheeky grin aimed directly at you, "We better split before security catches us."

"I thought they knew we were here!" Alex exclaimed rushing to grab his things with all bad ideas conjuring in his head. Being in the band annoyed your parents so if he ended up arrested he'd be shipped off to a behavioural boarding school.

He saw himself in a prison cell after being arrested. His mind going to the worst-case scenario instead of only being kicked out instead.

"If you knew the truth, you wouldn't have been able to sit still." Luke retorted as the sound of footsteps sounded outside the room. Luke's eyes scanning the room for any kind of solution to their problem.

With no safe exit, the five teenagers shuffled into the small bathroom with a big window that opened. Luke was quick to push Bobby and Reggie out first. He went next stationing himself to catch you before Alex was pacing in the bathroom alone.

"C'mon man!" Luke whispered to the blonde drummer glancing between the open window and the door separating him from security.

"If our parents have to pick us up from the cops, we are dead, Luke!" Alex hissed wincing at the loud knock on the door, "They barely condone being a band let alone getting arrested. We'd be in boarding school before you could say Orpheum!"

"Then get your ass down here!" Luke retorted jumping in place as Alex debated his options, but he slipped out the window with a sigh. The group running off with the sound of security hanging out the window screaming at the teenagers. His hand encased in Y/N Mercer's own soft hand.

"That's Y/N." Alex's voice was soft to the Puerto Rican's ears with his eyes a more delicate blue giving Julie the impression he was mostly lost in thought, "My little sister."

Julie's eyes shifted between the three ghostly boys all quieter than anything Julie had ever encountered with them. The only other time Julie had seen Luke so sad was when Alex and Reggie brought her to Luke's childhood home. It was unsettling to see the usual happy go lucky boy drained of energy.

"Did you find her?" Julie asked recalling that Alex had been the only one so far to not attempt to find his family. Reggie had told Julie how his house turned into a bike shack but other than that the subject wasn't brought up.

"She disappeared in 1994." Luke choked out, clenching his eyes tight at the last smile he saw on your face. The one that was seared in his mind with the regret of never taking his chance with you.

Twenty-six years didn't wipe the deep feelings he still held for the girl who had disappeared with his heart. Attempts to find her futile leaving her state just as unknown as back in the '90s. The case had been long cold with the years erasing her memory from people as they moved on.

"Did she-"

"We don't know. One night she just disappeared with no clues." Reggie supplied finding himself to be the only one able to speak. Luke and Alex overtook by the flood of grief and guilt that came every time they grew strong enough to mention her name.

"I can look for her if you want." Julie offered to the trio, "If she's living she may have social media. More likely Facebook with her age but if I can get-"

"No." Luke and Alex spoke at the same time with equal passion in their voices, but it was Luke that continued, "I don't want to know."

Julie's lips parted, but Luke already left with Alex in tow by the grasp on his distressed jean jacket. The Mercer boy sending a smile of gratitude, leaving Reggie alone with her.

"I'd like to know." Reggie softly spoke, meeting the gaze of the living girl, "Maybe that's why we're here too. To find the truth about her disappearance and if we find something, we can tell them."

The shadowed pain in his eyes creating a yearning in Julie's heart, "Of course. Can you tell me about her? I could build a portfolio on possible places she's been."

"Her disappearance was a catalyst for a lot of things that happened." Reggie admitted breaking his usual carefree and clueless demeanour, "Alex and Y/N aren't twins. She was a year younger than us but where one sibling went, so did the other. They understood each other more than the band could ever know."

"Why hasn't Alex talked about her?"

"It's hard. The world in the '90s is very different from this time. We've mentioned bits and pieces of our lives, but you don't know the darker pieces."

Julie listened intently as Reggie was the most serious she had ever seen him, showing her that there was more to Reggie Peters than he let on. Julie felt honoured he trusted her enough to drop his guard that he held up strong.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mercer had certain beliefs that their family should hold and show the rest of the world. Before the band, Alex and Y/N were shells of their real selves laced into designer clothing, perfect grades, charity galas and their futures already written."

"So, they came from money? Galas and designer clothing." Julie rolled her eyes, "What was so bad about that?"

"Just because they had money didn't mean they weren't suffering. Anything less than 98% was a failure to Mr. Mercer. By the time Y/N was thirteen, she was trained on how to be a perfect lady. Alex wasn't supposed to play the drums, both he and Y/N were classically trained on piano and violin." Reggie recalled, "The first time Alex held drumsticks it was like he shattered the glass window of the tank he was drowning in."

"What about Y/N?" Julie questioned, wrapping her arms around her knees as she watched Reggie melted into the memories he fondly held dear in his heart.

"She stayed in her tank drowning, so Alex didn't have to be alone." Reggie simply replied a fond smile reappearing at the days you would dedicate to solely to him.

Reggie didn't like to talk about the things that went on behind the doors of his idyllic beach house. You just knew and gave him days that let him step out of the fear of the unknown. He didn't have to put up his front like he did with the guys, he got to be unapologetically Reginald Peters. The boy that had wished his parents would stop fighting and be that happy family once more, but his wishes never got answered.

"She sounds like a really cool person."

"Luke and she had this unspoken relationship that never evolved into more. Both too scared the other didn't feel the same. The night she disappeared, he was going to tell her he loved her. When it didn't happen, he was going to do it the next morning."

"But she was never found. What do you think happened?" Julie questioned the Peters boy who's smile dropped. His mind flipping through all the what-ifs that had lived in his brain for the entire year before he died.

"I think she ran into trouble and couldn't find a way out. I only hope if she passed away, it was easy and quick." Reggie finished instantly flipping the switch back to his usual oblivious façade used as his coping mechanism.

"I was thinking we could work on that song?" Luke piped up as he and Alex both poofed back into the studio as if the last hour hadn't happened. Both their pain neatly placed back in that box in their brains the light barely caught a glance at.

As Sunset Curve poured themselves into the song, they worked on together deep in the basement of the Molina's a sound lightly filled the space. The sound of a celebration heard with the backing of upbeat trumpets followed by a laugh. A soft golden glow lighting up the dark basement through a sheet protecting an antique piece of furniture.

The Golden Age, Cair Paravel, Narnia

The House of Pevensie ruled fairly and justly for a decade and a half together with High King Peter and his Queen, you, by his side. Never one to cower from a battle you were often found by Peter's side holding the sword and the bow strapped over your back. Both items gifts from Father Christmas back during the Winter Rebellion against the White Witch.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. In the year 1015 of the Golden Age, the Kings and Queens of Narnia set out on a hunt. Leaving the daily duties to their court, the Pevensie family decided to hunt the magical White Stag. It was a break from the stress of ruling and failing to provide an heir to the kingdom for you and Peter.

"How are you?" Susan questioned slowly to a trot beside you and your horse Mercer. The question flaring frustration once more in your body.

"I am fine, Susan." You sighed looking ahead to where Peter was speaking with Edmund and Lucy animatedly. His blue eyes raising to meet yours with the fondness that had evolved from the love.

The courtship that turned into marriage had mellowed from the way it had been in your early '20s. At thirty-one, you found that what you had thought was everlasting love was simply just two teenagers with mutual attraction. The only two that understood each other coming from a different place than Narnia.

You still loved Peter, but something made you feel as if he wasn't the first man you had loved and certainly not as much as this nameless person. Overtime Peter and you came to the same conclusion, you ruled as before. You loved each other but not as fiercely as before with the kingdom's responsibilities, placing the relationship on the back burner.

You had years to fix it, however. That's the excuse you always told herself when the guilt of thinking of another.

"The last person to the White Stag has to sit through O'Rielly's draft of his speech," Edmund called out before racing off with his trusted horse Philip taking the lead. Only momentarily as Peter first overtook him.

Mercer swiftly brought you up right behind Peter with a grin on both of your faces.

"Ed, as usual, makes his declaration and can't keep up!" You called over your shoulder at the twenty-eight-year-old King.

His response is a teasing eye roll as he leaned over to caress Philip, "Are you all right, Philip?"

"I'm not as young as I once was." The dashing dark brown horse huffed to his rider as he shifts on his hooves returning to his confident stance—the other royal horses returning to Edmund's side as well. Mercer immediately stepping up on Philip's left flank with a soft sound of acknowledgement.

"Come on, Ed," Susan spoke barely giving Philip a look as she had known for a while that it may be time for Philip to retire. For Philip to choose his successor to serve his King, but it was hard for Edmund to think of Philip retiring.

"Just catching my breath," Edmund informed his cheery older sister patting Philip once more before sitting up straight in the saddle. His brown eyes scanning the surroundings hugging the family in warmth reminiscent of his mother's arms.

"That'll be all we'll catch at this rate." Susan retorted copying Edmund by patting her horse's head earning a thankful neigh in response. The teasing grin lighting up Susan's pretty features that had many a suitor at the castle for her hand in marriage.

"What did he say again, Susan?" Lucy inquired with rosy cheeks from the autumn wind hitting from the exhilaration of riding. Coming to a stop beside the youngest royal, your hand found a home in Peter's calloused one.

"I believe he underestimated us as usual." You inserted sharing a smile with both your sisters-in-laws, "I can't quite recall the words…Susan, would you recall them?"

"' you girls wait in the castle. I'll get the stag myself' were his words with his cheeky smile." Susan replied. Unlike when Edmund was thirteen, he joyfully joined in the laughter filling the woods of Narnia.

Your eyes scanning the area that tickled a faint memory of a girl wearing unusual clothing in the kingdom. A shirt that bared your skin in the dead of winter. The shirt paired with a short skirt of a similar colour to another young woman. Your attention brought Peter's to the landscape as well. So curious the High King dismounted his horse and helped you down.

"What's this?" Peter inquired stepping closer to a tall pole with a lamp lit up with a flame. Covered in vines it was nearly invisible to the eye unless you looked up, "It seems familiar. Love, do you know what it is?"

"I don't remember it. I've seen it but how I did evades me." You replied, stepping closer to the lamppost. Susan was quick to step up beside you just as confused.

"As if from a dream?" Susan spoke, earning a mute nod from you as that same faceless man flickered in your memory. The one that haunted your dreams with the odd cameo of a blonde man.

Your eyes returning the horse you named Mercer as the name held an emotional connection you never understood. Often you would have a memory tickle your brain before disappearing with tasks to be done at the castle. When you saw the back of a blonde in crowds, you felt sad and lost. Or feeling Peter's hand in your own fluttering your heart until your e/c eyes found his bright blue and the fluttering died down.

"Of a dream of a dream," Lucy spoke, turning on her heel to the vast trees concealing the beyond. Lucy spoke barely louder than a whisper, "Spare Oom."

With that, the youngest Queen raced off through the woods with her family on her heels.

"Lucy!" Peter admonished the retreating form of his little sister in her blood-red dress. A deep sigh pulled from your lips as the free-spirited woman ignored their calls.

"Every time. I swear she's still a kid at heart." You spoke jogging alongside Edmund behind Susan and Peter. Your midnight blue dress barely touching the grass of the forest floor.

"You're a kid at heart as well." Edmund merely replied, keeping his eyes on the bright colours of the royal garb his siblings wore.

"Come on!" Lucy's voice called out through the branches that slowly but surely turned softer and the trees tapered smaller.

"These aren't branches!" Peter called out in his deep voice that temporally turned higher before it went back to the gravelly tone. You swore with everything inside his hands became softer and harder to grasp.

"Keen observation there." You retorted taken aback at the attitude you found infused in your voice as if you a teenager once more. Peter's surprise quickly found in his blue eyes that glanced over his shoulder.

"Ow! Ooh!" Edmund hissed as a branch scraped his cheeks and the pain vanished with the soft touch of fur on the scratch. The sudden change of texture startled him almost as the switch of his voice to the high pitch of his thirteen-year-old self.

"They're coats! Fur coats!" Susan gasped startled by the odd shift between the forest and whatever this place was.

"Mrs. Beaver would throw a fit over th- Ow! Lucy, you elbowed my ribs!" You whined stumbling into Peter's side as the others complained at each other hitting, stepping and kicking as the area became smaller and smaller.

Your eyes raising to meet Peter's blue taken aback by his appearance back when you had fought side by side against the White Witch. The eyes that kept rapt with yours at the coronation fifteen years ago and then your wedding ten years previous.

Then behind the siblings in front of you, a door opened to a large empty room with windows behind framing a rural countryside. Then your husband and in-laws were gone, and you fell out with memories from a lost life hitting you full force as you tripped out of the wardrobe.

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spencersstrawberryjello · 3 years

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Shitty Slasher Film (Spencer Reid + gn!MC - platonic)

Summary: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 8 (and minor season 7 spoilers but I figure if you’ve seen season 8 you’ve probably seen season 7 already lmao) MC and Spencer decide to go see a slasher film, but it takes a turn for the worse when the killer begins to stalk his victim.

Content: Hurt/Comfort (because literally what else do I write at this point)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, depressive thoughts, and swearing

MC’s name and pronouns: Neither explicitly mentioned

Word Count: 2285

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The plan was simple.

We were going to see a new horror movie in the theaters - it seemed similar to a slasher film that Morgan, Garcia, Reid and I had seen like six or seven months ago, so I didn’t think anything of it when we booked the tickets. Morgan and Garcia couldn’t make it tonight, unfortunately, but we still elected to go on our own, thinking it would be a fun little outing. That was, until the film started.

The lights came up on a woman, walking through a back alley alone, at night. Typical. I even glanced over at Spencer and rolled my eyes a bit, and he grinned at the stereotypical horror movie trope.

She died, of course, and for the first half of the movie I genuinely thought it was going to be exactly what we assumed. We were laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, with the stupid special effects and the subpar acting. But everything went off the rails after the first half of the movie.

The killer had revealed his primary target, his endgame, and - much to my horror - he had begun to stalk her.

Scenes of her creating a disguise, moving houses, throwing away her phone, spun a dark web that I didn’t ever want to think about. But I had more pressing things to worry about than my fear at a movie that was literally intended to make you scared.

I glanced over at Spencer, and I could tell that his breathing had picked up. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles as white as his face had turned. I put a hand over his, and his attention snapped to me.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked him. It was a stupid question, and one I already knew the answer to, but it was the first thing I could think to say. He looked like he was weighing his options for a moment before he shook his head.

“Do you want to leave?” I followed. He nodded, eyes wild, and we quickly grabbed our bags and left, just as the stalker had pulled a gun on his victim. Spencer took one last look at the screen, watching with wide eyes as the victim begged for her life. It was like a trainwreck; he couldn’t take his eyes off the movie, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as the stalker pulled the trigger, and the woman crumpled to the ground. He practically jumped out of his skin when the gunshots fired, and I grabbed his arm to usher him out.

I didn’t realize the full extent of his panic until we made it out of the theater, bursting through the doors into the significantly brighter lights of the hallway. He immediately sat down on the couch near the doors, head in his hands, breathing rapidly.

“Ok, you’ve gotta breathe, Reid. You’ve gotta breathe, alright? In through your nose, out through your mouth, can you do that?” I adjusted my breathing to fit the pattern, and saw that he had started to slow his as well. “Good, ok… we can sit here for as long as you need to, just focus on your breathing.”

He gave me an almost imperceptible nod, continuing to breathe slowly before lifting his head from his hands. His eyes were red, and it was clear he’d been trying to fight off tears.

“Reid, I’m so sorry -”

It was at that moment that he cut me off with a hug, tucking his head in the crook of my neck as I felt his body lightly shake with sobs. After a second I hugged him back, not used to physical affection from him, but not opposed as long as he was ok with it.

“It reminded you too much of Maeve, didn’t it?” I asked, trying to ensure that the story I had in my head was correct. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps again, and I hugged him a bit tighter. “Reid, I’m so sorry, I never would’ve suggested this movie if I’d known the turn the story was going to take.”

He shook his head, sucking in deep breaths before finally attempting to speak. “No, no, it’s ok, I know that you wouldn’t have done this on purpose. It’s just…”

He trailed off, but I knew what he was trying to say. “I was there that day, Reid. I know how much she meant to you.”

“The girl in the movie kind of looked like her. You know? Same hair, same face shape… when I saw the fear in her eyes, all I could imagine was Maeve, terrified, with a gun to her head. The woman I love - loved. The woman I loved. Scared, and alone.”

“Oh, Reid… you know it’s not your fault, right? You did everything you could to save her.”

“No. No, I didn’t. I should’ve closed my eyes, I should’ve tackled Diane - hell, I should’ve shot that bitch the minute I walked into the room! Instead I stood there. I stood there while the woman I loved died in front of me, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.”

“Spencer.” I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling back from the hug to look into his eyes. “You absolutely cannot blame yourself for this. What happened to Maeve was horrible, but it was not your fault. And you can’t live your life with that on your conscience.”

“Maybe I deserve to.” His voice was soft as he tucked his head back into the crook of my neck, and I put my arms around him, one hand lightly rubbing his back. My heart broke for the man in my arms - my best friend - as he sniffled, a few stray tears still trickling down his face.

“You don’t deserve to live with that kind of guilt, Spencer. Guilt for something you didn’t even do. And I’m so, so sorry that you feel that way. And I’m so sorry about what happened.”

“Sorry doesn’t make it go away,” He argued, his voice muffled by the fabric of my t-shirt, “Sorry doesn’t bring her back.”

I heard his voice hitch when he said it, and I held him a bit tighter. “I know it doesn’t.”

He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice thick with tears begging to be released. “I just wish I could bring her back.”

It was as if saying it broke something in him, and I felt his body shake as he cried again, consumed by grief and guilt unlike anything I could ever imagine. He was usually so closed off about his emotions that having him crying in my arms was a rare occurrence, even after years of friendship. The last time he was like this was after Emily’s… “death,” and even that wasn’t near as intense.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat on that bench, the orange lights of the movie theater hallway creating a strange liminal sensation as I held Spencer, finally releasing the emotions he’d clearly been pushing away since Maeve’s death.

Eventually, he stopped crying, his breathing returning to something close to normal, and he pulled away from me, his eyes red from tears.

“I’m sor -”

“Nope, do not even start to apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He closed his mouth, contemplating saying something else for a second before nodding, hugging me again.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, Reid. Do you want to go back to my place? We can order a pizza, and watch a movie - something we know this time. If you need to be alone, I understand, but -”

He shook his head. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady my own breathing after everything that just happened, “Good. Are you ok to walk to the car?”

“Yeah… I’m not sure how talkative I’m going to be tonight though…” He kind of trailed off, clearly drained, but not wanting to be alone.

“I understand; you know there’s no expectations with me, Reid. If you want to just wrap yourself up in a blanket and eat junk food, I get it. I just want to be there, to make sure that you’re ok.”

He gave me a small smile, and I grinned, grabbing his hand to help him off the bench. We made our way out to my car, and I climbed in, starting it before turning on the radio.

Spencer was pretty much silent the entire drive back to my apartment, the noise in the car mostly consisting of the music and my less than stellar singing. When we finally pulled into the complex, we headed upstairs to my place.

“I’m gonna order the food. Do you wanna find something on Netflix you like?” I asked as I unlocked the door. He nodded, and I threw my keys on the kitchen counter, putting in the pizza order on my computer. I saw him grab a blanket from the basket in the living room, wrapping it around his shoulders and plopping down on my couch.

I expected to return to the living room to see whatever movie we were watching cued up on the TV. Instead, I saw Spencer, staring at the wall across from him, remote untouched on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I sat down next to him, gently putting one hand on his shoulder, “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

He was silent for a moment, and I could see the mental battle he was fighting. Eventually, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m afraid… I’m afraid that if I allow myself to grieve, if I allow myself to think about what happened, I won’t be able to stop. It’s been almost four months, I thought the pain would be gone by now. But it isn’t, it’s… I just miss her. I miss her so much.”

“I know, Reid. I know.”

He leaned into me, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him, the thoughts of pizza and a movie completely abandoned in my mind. Instead, all of my attention was on Spencer as he spoke again.

“On the last case, Rossi talked to me. I told him that I wasn’t sleeping because whenever I did, I would dream of her. Of Maeve. And everytime I saw her, I felt nothing but relief flooding my mind. I told him how she would always ask me to dance, and how I always said no. I never even got to hold her when she was alive, and I was scared that if I gave into the fantasy, I would be lost forever,” He took in a shaky breath before he continued, “And he said I should. He said, ‘just let it happen, Spencer.’ So I did. I danced with her, I held her, and when I woke up, she was all I could think about. The way it felt to wrap my arms around her, the way her head fit perfectly into the crook of my neck while we danced. It took another day before I could think about anything but her, before I could stop wallowing in my grief enough to function. And since that night, I haven’t allowed myself to give into the fantasy again, the fantasy of having her back. I think… I think that if I let it happen again, I won’t be able to come back from it. It’ll just consume me.”

“Spencer…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say. He just shook his head, telling me I didn’t need to say anything as we sat there on my couch in silence. He wasn’t crying, he hadn’t cried since we left the theater. He was just… hollow. Everything that he’d been trying to repress - to compartmentalize - had finally caught up to him, in the form of a shitty slasher movie that we’d gotten cheap tickets to see.

I held him tighter, wishing that I could figure out something to say to comfort him, to take away his pain. But I knew there was nothing I could do. Nothing I could do but just be there.

“Have you ever considered talking to someone? Like, not someone from the team - a professional?” I asked.

“I’ve thought about it. But… we’re experts in human behavior, you know? What’s a therapist going to be able to tell me that I can’t already profile myself?”

“Well, it might be helpful to have a licensed professional to talk to about this stuff. Someone who can actually give you advice on how to handle your emotions. Because as much as I am absolutely here for you no matter what, I’m afraid I’m not great at mental health advice.”

“Yeah… maybe.” He sounded dubious about the idea, and while I wanted to encourage him further, I didn’t want to push him today. So I settled for just gently rubbing his back as he laid in my arms, staring at the wall. Eventually, the doorbell rang, and I got up to get the pizza, bringing it back into the living room and setting it down on the coffee table. By now, he’d sat up, the blanket still pulled around his shoulders, but at least a bit more present.

“Thank you,” He said, for the second time that day. I just smiled at him.

“Of course. I love you, Reid. And I’m always here, whatever you need.”

“I love you too,” He gave me a small smile back before turning his attention to the coffee table, “But I also love food - I’m starving.”

I laughed as I handed him a plate, joining him on the couch as we both dug in.

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Midnight Roses 3 pt 2 (repost)

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Pairing: DarkAngel!OT7/ Female!Reader

Warning: None!

A/N: This story is mine I’m just reposting because my old links aren’t working! Hi loves I will be starting a taglist for Midnight Roses if you would like to be on it please message me also chapter 3 will be over after pt 3 comes out the guys will finally meet each other how will it go?!

Why?

“Why” was the only thing that ran through their brain as they sat watching the sun go down away from the naked eye, why did they have to be fated together, why did they have to live in a place that was so stuck in their morals that they couldn’t even be seen out together, why did they have to love multiply people of the same gender.

Life was never easy for these four men, being the oldest out of their brothers and sisters they were expected to uphold the rules and be an example but it is so funny how that can all change in one night.

How you can go from meeting your wife to be to falling in love with people you never expected to.

I am sure they all remember that night well it might be different for each of them but the moral of the story is the same.

“Kim Namjoon hurry up we are about to be late” he heard his mother scream from across the house “I’m coming; I’m coming” he said as he tripped over the leg of a chair.

He didn’t want to go to this palace that his parents were taking him too, he knew what happened there.

You meet your wife

When you are a prince or of royal decent you don’t get to fall in love with just anyone, you fall in love with who your parents choose for you and you can’t wait on a soulmate to save you because where they are, having a soulmate is like flying through space without a suit on and expecting to survive.

It just doesn’t happen

Soulmates were very powerful they were chosen by the Goddess of Love herself but when a great war broke out a few hundred years ago it took the last of the soulmates with them, it is said that soulmate bonds are passed down through ancestors but it just so happens they were all killed in the war or so they thought.

“Can you please get out of whatever dream world you are in and sit up straight, you are here to meet your wife and be an example for you brother he will have to go through this too and if he sees that you are scared he will be also” his mom said with a strict tone he just nodded and did what he was supposed to his mom angry is not a pretty sight

The softness of the music could be heard as they pulled up to the palace along with it came Namjoon’s nerves he didn’t know why but he felt like tonight would be different not in a good way either he stepped out of the car, here goes nothing.

“Namjoon this is Maria your soon to be wife” his mom said as he bowed to her out of respect and grabbed her hand as they went to the dance floor for some reason being with her felt wrong like he was betraying someone, he just shook off the feeling and continued to dance with her just to make his mom and the people happy.

The feeling of eyes drilling into him made him look up he was met with three men they were quit handsome but the death glare that they were giving him made them look terrifying.

“Let’s go get something to eat” he said as he took Maria’s hand and lead her to the food table not without looking back at them only to see that they weren’t there

Once he got the chance to he slipped away to go get some fresh air it was too crowded in there he also couldn’t shake the feeling when he was around Maria that he was betraying someone just saying her name felt wrong.

“Having fun” he jumped at the voice and turned around just to see those guys from earlier “Honestly I don’t want to be here but I have to follow the rules and be a good leader so that I can rule the throne one day” one of the guys snickered

“They really have that crap packed deep in your brain” he said “What do you mean” Namjoon asked honestly confused “You might not feel it now but we have a connection, the feeling of betrayal we all experienced it this might be a lot to take it but we are soulmates”

It was a lot in fact Namjoon sprinted out of there when those words left that guys lips what did he mean soulmates Namjoon thought he must be crazy soulmates hasn’t been heard of for century’s it was too much so Namjoon used Maria as a distraction which he later regretted.

Not to long after that he got a letter from them saying that they wanted to meet and talk about what happened it was sent with a time and place. Was he really going to go through why would he those men were crazy to think that he would throw away all he knew at the snap of a finger because they said he was their soulmate.

Your crazy

Was all he though as he walked down to the lake that they wanted to meet at “Why are you doing this Namjoon their crazy to think that you will accept them you will go right up to them and tell them to never speak to you again” he said to himself but that all went down the drain as he saw them under the sunlight they look so beautiful and perfect he felt that there was something there and maybe they might be soulmates.

“You came” one of them said bringing him out of his day dream “Of course I came why wouldn’t I?” the man in question just chuckled as he patted the spot next to him “Come sit” he said

Namjoon took careful steps towards them and sat down, he figured he wouldn’t be rude so he introduced himself “My name is Namjoon” he said quietly “Oh we know who you are love, my name is Seokjin but you can call me Jin, this guy next to me is Yoongi and that is Hobi our sunshine” Namjoon stopped for a minute how did they know his name “You think that we are going to show up to a ball and not know the name of the Host” Yoongi said to him Namjoon’s eye widened could they here his thought “You know for someone who is known as the smartest prince in the land you sure are dumb we are Dark Angels we have powers don’t you think that we can hear our own soulmates thoughts” Yoongi added “Of course we have to complete the bond but right now since you are so close I know what you are thinking and feeling” the look of realization crossed Namjoon’s face so they were soulmates after all but how.

After that day they met three times a week that way they could be close to each other and not be suspicious on day while they were watching the sun go down Hobi said something to them something that they didn’t know at the time but would change their lives forever.

“I heard that another prince is having his ball to meet his wife to be” Hobi said as he slowly stroked Namjoon’s head, Namjoon sat up with curiosity in his eyes “Who” he asked

“Park Jimin”

#bts #Poly BTS #poly bts x reader #bts polyamory #bts poly au #bts ot7 x reader #ot7 x reader #midnight roses

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questioningstressing · 3 years

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Mr.Loverman part 1

Stardew valley bachlors x chubby! trans! male reader.

First story posted on tumblr. 1,537 words!

The faint chatter of false kind voices talking politely to customers over phones echoed through the cubicles, making Y/n feel empty, his chest felt hollow. His eyes stared at his computer screen, data and random memos flooded his head.

This really wasn't how he expected his life to go, sitting in a soul-draining, dream-crushing, aspiration-ruining, cubical, run by an evil corporation that had by this point taken over the grocery industries and planning to basically take over the world. He felt miserable.

And he wasn't even given time off after top surgery. In fact, he was being forced to work, but by this point, he couldn't sue. JoJo was so rich, they worked hand in hand with the government.

His chest hurt, he had to get help to get his fucking employee shirt on, he couldn’t get paperwork because it was always on high shelves, and he was turned into a go-for because his productivity was so low.

Y/n rubbed his hands over his face, trying to ignore the pain that was thrumming through his chest, the fresh stitches hurt so bad, he couldn’t focus, he sighed and stood up. Too quickly it seemed.

Pain shot through his chest, it stung, he gasped, looking down at his chest, blood seeping out onto his dark blue shirt, leaving a stain that slowly started growing. His body screamed at him to sit back down.

He whimpered and cried softly, he needed to call someone, but they took away cell phones to keep up productivity, he shouted. “Please! I need help!” he shook softly as pain shot through him.

Thirty minutes passed of this, of constant begging for help, shouting, and yelling as his chest bled before his manager came to his cubicle, basically making small talk while y/n cried in pain.

That was fucking it, y/n could fucking deal with it, so, after three months of bed rest, he got on a bus and went to Stardew Valley, and to his grandfather's farm.

The bus passed under street lights as Y/n leaned his head against the window, staring longingly out the window and at the stars, music blaring through his headphones. His mind was racing and anxiety pooled in his stomach as he thought about the fact he was uprooting his life and moving 17 hours away to his grandfather's old farm.

It was too late to turn back now, the bus was driving and Y/n couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t turn and run like a scared animal. He couldn’t, his eyes filled with tears, he couldn’t cry right now, he did this for himself, he did this for his own mental health.

Y/n let out a sigh as he closed his eyes and leaned against the window, soon falling into a blissful slumber.

Y/n was awoken by the sudden jolt of the bus stopping, he realized this was his stop, Stardew valley. He picked up his bag and his small suitcase, dragging it sleepily off the bus, greeted by a young woman.

“Hello, you must be Y/n!” The woman said enthusiastically, a bright smile on her face “I’m robin the local carpenter, mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He’s there right now, tidying things up for your arrival, the farms right over there, if you’ll follow me.” Robin turned on her heel looking back quickly to make sure y/n was following.

Y/n seemed a bit frazzled, having just come from a 17-hour bus trip and then having info dumped upon him, he followed quickly after the woman as they followed a dirt road down to a decent-sized house “This is F/n (farm name) farm.” Robin gestured to the farm with her arm.

Weeds, rocks, trees, and branches scattered across the ground. It dawned on Y/n that he’d need to do more work than expected, and his sudden relaxation seemed to be present on his face as Robin asked “What’s the matter? Sure it's a bit overgrown but there's some good soil under that mess! With a little dedication, you’ll have it cleaned up in no time!”

Robin encouraged Y/n who turned to look at Robin, who once again turned on her heel to lead him up to the door. Once they got up to the steps Robin’s smile stretched a bit “...And here we are! Your new home!” Y/n looked at the door and an older man walked out

“Ah the new farmer!” he said “I’m mayor Lewis, mayor of pelican town! You know everybody’s been asking about you!” Mayor Lewis said “It's not every day someone new moves in! It’s quite a big deal!” The mayor says, before turning to look at the rickety old cottage “So… you’re moving into your grandfather's old cottage? It’s a good house…. Very… rustic...” He seemed to be trying to make Y/n feel more comfortable, which was failing.

“Rustic is one way to put it! Crusty might be a little more apt though!” Robin joked, and the mayor looked shocked “Rude!” he said quickly as robin laughed “Don’t listen to her Y/n she’s just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of her house upgrades.” Lewis said to y/n

Robin crossed her arms as she made a noise that seemed a bit upset as the mayor continued “Anyway… you must be tired from the long journey you should get some rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town and introduce yourself, the townspeople would appreciate that!” Lewis said, a kind smile on his face, before he turned on his heel and began to leave before turning back around “Oh! And I almost forgot, if you have anything to sell just place it in this box here ill come during the night to collect it!” he paused for a moment “Well… good luck!” Before both he and Robin walked away.

Y/n let out a breath walking into his grandfather's old house as soon as he could and dropping his bags down on the ground, kicking off his old beat-up shoes, taking off his shirt leaving him in his underwear, he looked down at himself, his face twisting in displeasure as he studied his body.

Y/n was not a thin man by any means, in fact, he was a large man, something he got teased for constantly, his soft tummy, large thighs, and round face haunted him like a persistent ghost. He let out a sigh “Don’t think about it.” he muttered to himself, gently tracing the scars that rest just below his chest, the few things that made him happy about his body, his top surgery scars, inverted T scars sat beautifully under his chest, a reminder he was strong.

He let out a gentle sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed head in his hands, his body gently shaking as he began to cry, did he really uproot his life for this? He wanted to love it, the few times he visited his grandfather's farm he remembered loving it.

Every time he would run around the fruit trees, climbing them to pick any ripe fruit he could, sometimes falling and scraping his knees on the tiny rocks beneath. Water the plants with his grandfather, play in the field with the cows even though his grandfather told him not to.

The memories float into his head leaving this moment more somber, his heart heavy with sadness.

Y/n let out a shaky breath before breathing in deep and letting out a little laugh, was he really crying about it not being up to his expectations? How much more of a ‘stuck up city boy’ could he get?

He stared at the floor as he shook his head, no, he was gonna work hard on getting the farm to look nice, to be like his memories, to impress his grandfather, starting tomorrow he was gonna get this place tidied up.

Y/n laid in bed, pulling the warm duvet over him, causing him to soon fall asleep, and he dreamt.

He was in a field filled with F/c (favorite colored) flowers, that smelled familiar, he began to walk in a direction, the further out into the field he got he heard a group of male voices laughing and talking, he soon found the group.

They were in a cuddle pile, a man with short purple hair and a torn-up Joja hoodie held someone with short brown wavy brown hair with glasses.

leaning against the Joja hoodie guy’s shoulder was a man with long black hair that covered one of his eyes, and in his arms, a spikey blond-haired guy was curled up seeming to have fallen asleep.

On the other shoulder, a long-haired gentleman rested, seeming to be smiling as he read something, a short-haired man wearing a green sweater was reading over the long-haired gentleman's shoulder. Y/n smiled and he realized he knew them, they felt like home.

He quickly joined the cuddle pile, all of them seeming excited to see him. He fell asleep on their laps, his hair gently being pat.

#stardew sebastian #stardew elliott #stardew farmer #male reader #trans reader #chubby reader #stardew shane #stardew alex #stardew harvey #stardew bachelors #gay

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zevlors-tail · 4 years

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Heyyy! Is it okay to request something? If so could I request nightmare comfort? I don’t mind which character!💕 I move a lot in my sleep and sometimes wake up 2 or 3 times throughout the night, I also notice when I’m about to wake up from a nightmare I kick my feet around like I’m running away. I’m also v cuddly and clingy (to my pillows ;~;) if not, that’s okay! Thank you 💛

A/N: I hope this was okay! Just some background real quick, I wrote the reader as a pro hero working at UA for plot purposes and for pairing purposes. I also hope I picked a character you like. I don’t actually have this character listed on my writing list but I remembered seeing a post of yours saying they were a comfort character for you, so I picked them because of that. <3 Hope this helps.

You tossed and turned, darkened images flashing under your eyelids as you dreamed of awful, twisted things. No matter how many times you’d seen them, no matter how many times the nightmares repeated themselves in your mind, you would never get used to the horrific scenes that unfolded while you slept. On nights like these, there was hardly any peaceful rest for you.

You woke up for the second time that night, legs kicking behind you as you cried out silently to no one and struggled to regain consciousness. You were so tired of the sleepless nights...and tired in general. Finally bolting upright, your breaths came ragged and shaky as you looked around quickly to gain your bearings. Your room looked just the same as it always did; hero costume hanging on the closet door handle in case of emergency, last night’s clothes strewn about on the floor, and bed sheets pulled halfway off the bed, no thanks to your restlessness. Familiar though it was, it brought you little comfort as you sighed, exasperated, and let yourself fall back down.

Nothing helped. Night after night, you saw the same things, different things, anything your mind deemed terrifying enough to pass as nightmare fuel. You’d tried everything you could think of to stop them. Warm milk before bed, listening to music while you slept, leaving the TV on for background noise, even sleeping during the day and drinking relaxing teas to calm yourself even though you didn’t like tea in the first place. But all of those things just seemed to make it even worse- the milk only made you feel sick, the music and TV noise only played into your dreams, and now you felt tired 24/7 with a wacky sleeping schedule. And the teas? Well, they were just gross. All of it did nothing to lessen the amount of terror you felt in your sleep, let alone calm you down before or after your awful dreams. And tonight, it was especially bad.

Your heart was still hammering in your chest, your hands balled into fists as you tried to forget the things you had just seen. It had been a very, very long time since your brain decided to plague you with such gruesome and horrific things, and you were suffering tremendously from it. Usually you could gain your bearings and force yourself back to sleep within the same hour you awoke, but tonight was different. Tonight, you couldn’t get back to sleep no matter how hard you tried. You felt more than restless, more than tired, more than exhausted with yourself and your mind. An hour passed, and then another, and another, and before you knew it your clock read 2:30am on a Friday morning as you lay there, wide awake, drained for all you were worth.

You needed something to do. You couldn’t just stay here and suffer; you needed move. Come on, you told yourself, it shouldn’t be that hard. Maybe if I wear myself down. Yes, that’s it, maybe a walk would help. Even if it’s past curfew...but, does that really apply to teachers? You sucked in a breath of air, mentally preparing yourself to get up. When you felt you were ready, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed and brought your hands to your face, rubbing harshly as if that could take away the stress you were feeling. It did nothing to help.

One random pair of pants and your favorite jacket later, you were headed out the door and on your way. The night air caused goosebumps to raise on your skin as you trekked around the dorms at UA silently, the only light illuminating your path from the round moon poised high above in the sky. The stars glittered over your head without clouds to obstruct their view, and the only noise you heard was the occasional chirp of a cricket and the hooting of the local owls that liked to nest in the trees nearby. Every so often you whipped your head around to look behind you and make sure you weren’t being followed, your nightmares leaving you spooked even on what should have been a peaceful walk. Was there any aspect of your life that they didn’t completely consume? Would you ever feel normal?

You were so busy looking behind you at the time that you didn’t notice the person in front of you until it was too late. Just as you were swiveling your head back around, you face planted into someone’s chest and let out a strangled noise of terror, suddenly sure that your horrid dreams had come alive and were out to get you. Which one was it? Who was after you now? You didn’t want to know. You turned tail to run shamefully- in the back of your head, you knew better. Heroes shouldn’t run, shouldn’t be scared of dreams or things that weren’t real. But you couldn’t help yourself even if you were a trained pro hero...your nightmares were getting the best of you.

A long arm reached out to grab at the back of your jacket, whoever’s hand it was preventing you from going any further. If your fearful stupor, you didn’t think to use your quirk to get away, nor did you consider that maybe the person keeping you from running away was not an enemy, but in fact an ally. You ran in place for a moment, arms flailing, tears forming in your eyes as you crumpled to the ground.

“Don’t touch me! Get away!” you pleaded, your small voice ringing out through the night. “Let me go, please!”

“Calm down.” a stern voice commanded from behind you. The deep tone and familiarity of it calmed you instantly, and you stopped struggling against their grip as they pulled you back towards them. “It’s just me. It’s Eraser, Y/N.”

You let your body relax slightly but remained on edge, still not entirely sure that Aizawa was really behind you. What if it was another nightmare, or what if this wasn’t real? What if, when you turned around, he had a horrid looking face, or his head was twisted around, or-

“What are you doing out here this early in the morning?” Shouta asked you, interrupting your thinking. You said nothing, your thoughts rendering you speechless and bringing fresh tears to your eyes. You felt like words were stuck in your throat, like you were choking on your own tongue. “You’re shaking like a leaf,” he noted a few seconds later. After a long bout of silence on your end and a pause of uncertainty on his, he sighed and tried one more time to get through to you. “Y/N.”

As if your name was a spell to break the curse you felt you were under, you opened your mouth to explain yourself. “I was just- I wanted to walk...needed to get out of bed, and.” Even if it sounded disjointed, it was the best you could do. You were still too afraid to turn around.

“If I let go of you, are you going to bolt on me?”

“I don’t know,” you blurted out honestly. Really, there was no way of knowing what you would do. You felt glued to the sidewalk with jelly legs and and hardly any air in your lungs.

Wordlessly, Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder as if to test the waters before slowly turning you around and pulling you into him. You glanced up at his face in terror as he did so expecting to see something surreal, but to your utter relief, he looked completely normal and like the Eraser Head you knew and loved. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, your face pressing into his shirt as you shivered. Suddenly, it was a lot colder out than it had been before. The sound of his heartbeat thrumming through your ear made you feel grounded and real again too.

Thu-thump.

“Come on, it’s cold out here. Let’s get you to the teacher’s lounge.”

You walked to the school together in silence, neither of you asking any questions or making any small talk, just grateful for the fact that UA was always open for teachers if needed. For Aizawa that was the usual anyways- he was always direct and to the point, and didn’t say much unless he had to. If he had any questions for you, he must have been saving them for later. For you, though, it was little odd. You were always chatting with the other teachers, always engaging with your students, always willing to share little bits of information anyone else might find useful or amusing. Always bright and sunny during the day, wanting to bring smiles to everyone and make them laugh. Lately though, Aizawa had noticed you just didn’t seem like yourself. You looked tired, more so than was normal for you, and had been more quiet and reserved. But who didn’t get tired every once in a while? Eraser didn’t really have the right to judge you or ask any questions about it anyway, considering his own sleep schedule.

“Here.” After you were situated on the couch with a spare blanket from the closet and a small couch pillow to rest your head on, Aizawa brought over a large, steaming cup of tea. You thought he had brewed it for himself, but it seemed he had other intentions as he set it down in front of you on the coffee table.

“I don’t drink tea,” you tried to protest, but he just shot you a look and sat next to you comfortably before pushing the cup closer to you.

“I know you usually don’t, but you should drink that. It’s completely herbal, not like what you’re probably used to, and it’ll help you relax and get back to sleep. I doctored it up with honey and milk, so the taste shouldn’t be too strong.”

He watched you with careful eyes as you gingerly picked up the mug and brought it to your lips, apprehension reflecting in your own orbs as you took a small sip. You made a small sound of surprise as you took another larger sip, not minding the taste as much as you usually did.

“It’s not that bad,” you admitted quietly.

“It’s my own blend. I made it for when I have especially rough nights.”

Silence washed over you both as you busied yourself with drinking the tea, Shouta’s eyes never leaving your face. After a bit, when your cup was a little more than half empty, he started up conversation with you again.

“So what were you doing outside at three in the morning?” Straight the point, as always.

“I was on a walk. I couldn’t sleep, so I thought maybe it would help.” You took another sip of your tea.

“Do you normally take walks at three in the morning when you can’t sleep?”

“Not often, no. Only when it’s-” You stopped yourself before you could finish your sentence, not quite sure if you wanted to admit what you were going through. You hadn’t told anyone before, mostly because it felt like a private problem that you needed to deal with on your own, and something that you didn’t want to burden others with.

“When it’s...?” he prompted. His eyes desperately searched your face for any clues on what might be bothering you, though he already had an idea of what it might be.

“Ah, nothing.” You quickly swept the issue under the rug by trying to change the topic. “What were you doing out at three in the morning, hm?”

“I was patrolling the dorms, like I was supposed to.”

Oh. Well...that was...a pretty logical explanation. You weren’t sure what you were expecting.

“So I interrupted your patrol. I’m sorry.” You realized you must have pulled him away from what an important task, and suddenly you felt immensely guilty for causing him trouble. “I didn’t mean to take you away from that...”

“Don’t be. I got Mic to finish up for me after I took you over here, so it’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Mmn.” You gave a quiet sound of acknowledgement, unsure of what to say after that, so you just kept drinking your tea.

Aizawa stared off into the distance as if considering something, then brought his focus back to you as he spoke. “So, how long have you been having the nightmares?”

Judging by the look on your face, he had hit the nail right on the head with his assumption. After seeing all of the little red flags, he had pieced the puzzle together in his mind and concluded you were suffering from something sleep related. And after seeing how you acted when he encountered you on his patrol, he thought it obvious that you clearly were disturbed by something lately, to which his guess had been nightmares, or maybe even night terrors.

You remained quiet for a moment, your grip on the still warm mug tightening ever so slightly as you shrunk in on yourself. “For a while...” you breathed out.

“And how long is ‘a while’?” he pressed gently. He didn’t want to push you too hard.

“I don’t know...a long time.”

“Have you told anyone?”

“You’re the first person I’ve said anything to, since you asked.” You nervously took another swig of tea.

“You don’t have to talk about them unless you want to,” he offered, hoping his words implied his obvious invite to let you vent if you needed. You understood his intent, though you genuinely didn’t want to bring the subject back up. The less you thought about them, the better. If you rehashed the nasty things you’d seen earlier tonight, then they would just slink back into your dreams and cause you more grief than they already had.

“I appreciate that, Eraser. I really do.”

“Just call me Shouta.”

There was something in his voice, something endearing, so full of care in the way he said it.

You didn’t need nor did you want to talk about them. For now, it was enough to be in the presence of someone you cared deeply about and that you knew cared deeply about you too, that understood your silence, that could hear the words unspoken by you when you felt you couldn’t speak. It was enough to just be close to him, a calm quiet between the two of you as you finally finished your drink. You set the mug back down on the table and leaned into the couch to rest your eyes, finally feeling somewhat safe to do so, and sighed as you snuggled into the blanket.

Shouta stayed with you while you drifted off safely under his watch, his lips turned up slightly at the corner as he watched you slip away peacefully. And at the first signs of any discomfort while you slept, he didn’t hesitate a single moment to pull you into his side and cradle you in his arms as he laid back with you, his hand supporting the back of your head while he held it to his chest. You woke briefly, just long enough to hear him murmur an apology for waking you before hushing you softly. His heartbeat reverberated through your ears and into your dreams as you cuddled into him, the sound calming you and lulling you back to sleep easily, and you finally felt at peace. Miraculously, the nightmares that had plagued you for so long gave you reprieve for the night, and you slept soundly on top of Shouta until school the next morning.

Your day carried on as normal after that, and you felt like your old self as you taught your students, genuinely excited to see your kids and engage with them through the course curriculum. The students seemed to sense this as well and were rather overzealous and giddy all day, which only helped to boost your mood more. After your classes were over and your hero work was done for the day, however, you headed home and lay down in your bed, fears and worries all coming back to you. What if you had nightmares again tonight? You didn’t think you could take another sleepless episode, especially after the peaceful rest you had last night. It had felt so good to actually rest, and now you had to go back to this?

And that was exactly how you found yourself in front of Shouta’s door two hours and a nightmare later, tears on your face and clothes haphazardly thrown on. He welcomed you with open arms and a “It’s unlocked,” which you were so grateful for, and the world just seemed right again as you curled up together on the bed, limbs intertwined as he held you close.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he asked.

“No, can we just stay like this?”

“Of course.”

From then on his door was unlocked every night. He left it that way for you, made sure to tell you that fact so you knew you were welcome there in his space. Every night you made your way to him. He calmed you down, made you tea if you so wished, and held you. And every night you fell asleep to the same sound.

Thu-thump.

You found that nightmares weren’t so scary anymore when you had someone to love you through it.

And love you through it, Shouta did, always.

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