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sincerlycas · 1 year

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What you heard.

inspired a bit by the song “what you heard” by sonder/brent faiyaz.

warning: spanking, rough sex, degrading, fluff, a bit toxic, eren yeager (yes this man is a warning), etc.

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part 2.

“y/n baby what is your issue?” eren currently had your arm in his clutch stopping you from walking away from him any further. the lines on his forehead, and frown on his face showed he was really not trying to deal with this at the moment. “what’s my issue? really? so you’re going to tell me you walk around them campus halls not knowing what people say about you- about me- actually about you and other people ?” the reason you were mad was due to the fact a little birdie came up to you saying a girl named historia was going around saying eren gave her some, and knowing eren’s past with her, of course you had your doubts but still had a sense of worry.

you being the classy (aka petty) girlfriend you were, went to look for this historia girl for answers to which she gave you a high pitched laugh voicing “oh! I forgot he was dating.. you, it sure didn’t seem like it the way he was fucking me last Saturday .” off the rip you wanted to slap that bitch, but you knew better to make a scene for something that quite possibly might be a lie. “you know historia it’s quite ironic you said that because if I remember clearly eren said and I quote ‘I would never go back to that roast beef pussy looking hoe’ but maybe I didn’t hear right”

you mimicked the high pitched laugh she did earlier right after saying that walking past her with a bumb to the shoulder and a mumble near her ear saying “sour pussy ass hoe”.

but if you already handle the issue why are you still mad? It’s because even though you didn’t want to believe her, the timing made sense. see, last Saturday you weren’t with eren. he said he had to run a errand for the whole day so you were just hanging with your besties. that would be enough time for eren to be with her. still you didn’t want to believe it. so the day after the confrontation you went to campus looking fine as usual with your grey shorts body suits with a boob cut and some cool grey and thick glasses.

till you were stopped multiple times that day from people asking ‘are you okay’ ‘did historia really fuck eren’ ‘you should holla at me since old boy ain’t doing his job’. this what caused your mood to be sour the whole day.

finishing all your classes getting ready to head home you’re met with a smiling, handsome, fine like wine ass man in your face. that man being your boyfriend eren, he has finally showed his face on earth after all these rumors. “hey sweet mama, I was wondering if you could come by my hou-“ cutting him off by walking straight pass him, Ignoring him as if he was a rando. “baby! where you goin’” he jogged up next to you grabbing your arm stopping you near a secluded area. “y/n baby what is your issue?” leading up to the current moment so forth.

“what are you talking about? y/n you’re really going to stress me the fuck out.” he said while letting out a sigh and rolling his eyes. pushing him on his chest making him let go of your arm and pushing you jet black lace off your shoulder. pointing your long acrylic nail at his face you said “bitch don’t play dumb, there’s no way in hell the whole campus knows but you don’t when you’re literally the main topic” your crossed your arms staring at him as if was delusional. “y/n l/n when I say I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about, I mean that now stop fucking around and tell me what you heard.”

rolling your eyes you finally answered what he has been desperately waiting to know “why tf people especially historia, are coming up to me saying you fucked her.” and to that he laughed, he laughed in your face! “you really believe that shit, baby you know good and that girl is crazy.” shaking your head and staring up at him you asked “then where were you on Saturday” “I told you, I went to run errands.” “what kind?” he stared at you as if he was thinking of an excuse.

“you know what, save it tell me when you done with all this bullshit and call me till then dont call my mf phone.” leaving at that and hopping into your Mercedes and reaching your apartment.

laying down on your bed in your baby pink shorts and white cropped tank top you decided you would find answers yourself. you scrolled through your contacts and called connie a mutual friend of yours and erens. “yooooooo” automatically answering the phone with his forehead all up on the screen. “boy backup I got a question.” “what do you neeedddd” dragging his words annoyingly and setting his phone up. “eren said he was with you on Saturday what did y’all do?” lying through your teeth just see if it’ll work. “Oh- uh yeah we were on the game all day.” he nervously smiled and rubbed his neck. staring at him with a mean mug.

“yeah you a damn lie I can fucking tell cuz your nose is red bitch learn how to stop that.” hanging up on him you decided to try again and called jean. “hey y/n what you need” answering after a while and nicely. “I was wondering what you and eren were doing on Saturday he said he was with you.” “ohhh yeah me and him were at the park all day placing basketball.” hanging up on him right after that and sitting up crossing your arms.

automatically you thought he probably did fuck her if not why would they both lie? your train of thought was interrupted with a knock to your door. getting up to go get it you’re brought with presence of eren letting himself into your apartment. “bro ion got time for you right now get out.” automatically dismissing him staying by the door.

“baby just listen, you gotta believe me when I say I didn’t fuck her she’s just lying.” of course you wanted to believe him, but at the same time why should you if he won’t tell you where he was that day. “then where were you on Saturday?” and yet again you are met with hesitation. “see what we’re not finna do is keeping back in forth with this shit, if you cheated just say that you bottom feeding ass nigga instead of making me look stupid in front of everyone”

slapping both your hands on his chest and pushing him away, to which he grabbed you with not much strength needed, and pinned you against the door instead. “y/n don’t fucking play with me, cuz now you got me pissed off. since really wanna know, on Saturday I was being the best boyfriend I am and was getting reservations and decorations and all shits like that ready for your birthday this week which was supposed to be a surprise.”

holding both your arms in his hands and keeping you from moving. and to prove his point even more he pulled out his phone showing him in a grocery store buying birthday decorations saying “my baby birthday in a couple days and you knowwww I have to treat her right and give her everything she deserves all that luxuries and shit, baby if you see this, happy early birthday and I love youu give daddy a kiss when you see this.” ending the video with a wink and putting his phone down.

“yeah you look stupid don’t you, not believing in your man but believing some dumb hoe I told you countless times about.” looking at anything but him trying not to tear up from the embarrassment you felt right now for being angry and lashing at him for no reason when you should have just trusted him.

“o-okay eren I get it I’m sorry, I should have trusted you” looking up at him teary eyed while biting your lip. letting go of your arms and rubbing away the fallen tears from under your eyes and kissing your nose. “it’s okay baby, but you know I’m not gone accept that sorry ass apology so go lay that ass on that bed for me” he stated and simply tapping your ass and looking down at you. shocked by what he said and looking up at him pleadingly to have mercy on you. “eren I said I was sorry just let it go this once.” you knew you were about to get punished the most pleasurable way possible but you were still sore from last time and fat ma needed a break! “y/n don’t make me say it twice.”

“OH.MY.G-G-GODDDD!!” screaming on top of your lungs with every word being punctuated by the harsh backshots eren was giving you. clawing at your sheets using it as a way to get away from those relentless thrusts. “nahhhh bring that pussy rightt back!” eren used his free hand to ball up your tank top in his hand pulling on it towards him to bring you right back onto that dick. “don’t run from it mama, what did you say I was? a bottom feeder?” right after asking that question a harsh slap came down to your ask making you let out another scream.

bringing your right hand behind you to claw and push at his abs. “d-daddy I’m sorryyy~ i promise I’ll never question you again- AH FUCKKK~!! baby pleaseee” begging him to give you a break and making promises he knew you wouldn’t keep, that was just how you were, a back talking ass woman who stood her ground but it always ended up with you here. bringing his hand down between your legs to furiously rub at you clit causing your legs to spasm and your hand to grip his wrist. “youre sorry? you really believed her- you better arch that shit right back up- you believed that bitch and doubted me?

crying hysterically and cumming for the third time, babbling ‘sorries’ and ‘daddy please’s’ to which he ignored. instead he lifted one leg on the bed slamming balls deep into you causing you to let out a silent scream and violently shaking your legs. “now tell me who this dick belong to mama.” flipping you onto your back to see your face while staying inside and keeping his leg up. “I-I-I-it’s m-mineee~” you shakingly breathing heavily trying to stop your cries. “then start fucking act like it’s yours and yours only.” slapping your clit repeatedly then raising his hand to leave another slap but is stopped by your hands covering it and shaking your head repeatedly no crying even louder. eren being the tease that he is starts shaking his head yes at you and forcefully moves your hand away. “don’t try cover and take away while I rightfully own.” “you see this pussy, that clit, this ass, everything on you is mine just as much as mine is yours, so next time you try that shit again you’re gonna get something coming for you.”

rubbing your clit as quick as he can and hitting your g-spot repeatedly you grabbed onto his back leaving down scratch marks every time he hit those bundle of nerves. not a moment later you felt like you needed to pee. “d-daddy stop- I’m gonna make messss~” and already understanding what you meant he started jackhammering into your cunt till he felt you spraying up on his abs, your stomach and legs, and some even reaching his lips to which he greedily licked away. slowing his thrusts down after cumming inside you soon after you and holding you tightly rubbing your legs to soothe you. “you okay mama? I’m sorry I did so much but I had to teach you a lesson” kissing your cheek lovingly and accidentally brushing past your clit with his pelvis causing to squirt yet again! “o-o-o-oh f-f-fuck dadddy it’s hurtssss, it won’t stoppp~” automatically going down eren went to lick up at your pussy catching every bit of your juice he can to relieve your pleasurable pain.

finishing up and running a bath and taking care of you, slipping on a oversized t-shirt on you (his shirt you stole) and a pink thong, slipping your thick black glasses back onto your eyes and laying you next to him kissing on your shoulders. “you feel better baby?” he asked while rubbing your thighs to which you nodded your headed and slept soundly.

eren took that time to grab his phone and post a video of you in your current attire with you legs still slightly shaking and a hand print on your ass captioning “fuck all them rumors I’m reserved for one person and one person only, she know that too.” along side the the song “what you heard- Sonder/Brent faiyaz”

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shadow-pixelle · 3 months

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The snippet continues...

Part one is here, and part two is here.

I've actually had this bit done for a while now, and I've got another couple of scenes ready to go. Plus I've started figuring out how we got here and some of the other worldbuilding stuff, too.

Might need to actually give this AU a name sometime soon.

Until then, though, enjoy the next chunk of things!

Danny felt a little bad for how quickly he relaxed once Hood was out of sight. It wasn’t like it was the guy’s fault that his core was fucked up.

But still, the pressure of not giving in to all his instincts calling for him to take the kid and run had been… difficult. Especially considering the atmosphere of the room.

He hadn’t been wrong earlier that kidnapping was a bad idea, right now.

Sam and Tucker both relaxed as well, which made Danny feel a little better about his reaction, and took their hands from where they were grabbing him. It wouldn’t have helped if he’d decided to say fuck it and lunge, but the pressure of them holding onto him had helped him remember not to phase into intangibility and portal out.

The tension wasn’t much better, though.

Nightwing was frozen, reaching out towards where Hood had ran like he could somehow grab the guy’s shoulder and stop him from bolting. The others in the room- Red Robin, Robin, Batman- were just as still; the two Robins staring at Danny, Batman staring at nothing.

Batman.

There was a twinge in the air, in their bonds, from Sam. She wanted to strangle him, and honestly, Danny wasn’t too inclined to stop her right now. That was probably the Protection spirit talking, really, rather than any sort of logic, but hey, sue him. He was a halfa and his Obsession was just as there as any other ghost. That meant keeping people safe.

And that was before he got into any of the Ghost King shit.

He felt Tucker reach around Danny’s back and grasp Sam’s elbow, apparently sensing both her wish for murder and Danny’s general lack of care.

“I think we should go.” Tucker said, quickly but quietly, in Danny’s ear. He huffed a little, but nodded, transforming back into his ghost form with a flicker. It would be a good idea to let everyone cool down after that, plus it would get Sam away from her current plant food target.

The shift seemed to snap the Bats out of it, at least a little. Nightwing snapped over to look at them, and Red Robin made a small sound. “Go?”

“And let you… process.” Danny said, wrapping his tail around Sam’s waist. She huffed, a sharp and violent sound, but finally relaxed entirely into him rather than preparing to snap, which was good. “I understand that there was a lot of information there, that you likely want time to think through.”

Tucker leaned a little forward again, a small nudge, and Danny nodded, knowing what he wanted. It was easier to focus on their Grief bonds now, with Hood’s core not in the room and making it hard to think beyond instincts if they weren’t talking.

“We’ll make contact with you again in a few days, or you can contact us.” He added. It wouldn’t be hard, Tucker had been working on figuring out some kind of link to them since they arrived here, and being in their home base would’ve helped. “But for now I think it would be best if we left.”

“But-” Nightwing glanced in the direction Hood had ran again, then back to them. Sam softened, a little, at the display of care, the air crackling with it.

“We’ll keep an eye out for him, and discuss the situation with our people.” She told him. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a way to help.”

“Thank you.” Nightwing said, voice cracking. Danny waited a moment, to see if any of them had anything else to say, then cloaked both his Griefmates in invisibility and intangibility in the same moment, moving to grab a more firm hold of Tucker and tightening his tail around Sam.

The Batman still wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t even moving, and Danny would’ve been more concerned if he’d had the room, but-

It had been a lot, and he was tired. More tired than he expected, just holding back the need to run away with Hood bundled between them.

And he still needed to call the Council, too, which was always going to be a nightmare.

A portal would have been too obvious, so Danny just flew straight up instead, pulling both his partners with him, and passed into the rock. From below them, there was a faint echo of something being thrown, and Nightwing’s voice shouting, “What the hell, B-?!” Danny winced a little and flew faster, all three of them keeping silent until they were well in the air- above the massive mansion above the Bat’s base, which was a wild thing even when they were used to the Mansons- and starting back towards the lights of the city.

“I’ll go and look for him.” Sam said, after a few minutes of flying. “I don’t- it’ll be hard, but I’ll be able to handle it.”

Danny would be the best to find Hood, with his ghost sense and the few powers the Crown granted him sometimes, but he was also the worst, because of his status as a halfa and Protection spirit. Tucker could probably do it just as well as Sam could, but his talents meant bunkering down with their computer setup and searching that way would be better than him looking in person.

So Danny just nodded. “Alright. Let’s go back to the apartment, first, and we’ll get one of the whistles out for you. I need to go to the Realms, so I won’t be able to make portals for you, but you can call Cujo to do it instead.”

“You think he’ll want to come to the Realms?”

Danny shrugged, a little. “Maybe. I think… he’s scared, probably. And I don’t think this place is safe for him.”

“The city or the dimension?”

“Not sure, yet. We’ll have to look into it more. But I don’t think it matters, whether it’s the city or the dimension. I don’t think this place is safe for him, and I think he might be scared. Admittedly he might be scared of us, which is bad, but I’m hoping he’ll let us try to help even if he is scared of us.”

“I’ll try to answer his questions, if he’s got any.” Sam frowned audibly, and both Danny and Tucker chuckled. They knew full well how difficult it was for Sam to tolerate people for any length of time, and explaining things was a nightmare for her if people didn’t listen, so hopefully Hood wouldn’t end up on the wrong end of her patience at all.

“Drop me off at the apartment too.” Tucker put in. “I’ll man the computers and see if I can find Hood anywhere on the cameras in the city.”

“Thanks, Tuck.” She smiled up at him. “I think I can guess where he went? But having some kind of eyes in the sky would be good.”

“You do?” Danny asked, looking down so he could raise an eyebrow at her. “How?”

“You know we thought there was a Haunt here?”

“Yeah, that Park Row place.” Danny nodded slowly, then paused. “Oh. You think that’s it?”

“I mean, it’d make sense, right? A ghost’s haunt always feels a little bit like them, and with Hood’s core as torn up as it is…”

Tucker nodded against Danny’s chest, humming. “Yeah, that would make sense. I didn’t think of that.”

“That’s what we’re for.”

“Ok, so Tucker back to the apartment, Sam to grab a whistle for Cujo and then out the door, and I’m off to the Realms.” Danny sighed a little. “Great. You guys get all the fun jobs. I get to enjoy fighting with the Council for like a week trying to make sure they don’t declare war or something while we’re still investigating. That’ll be just our luck.”

“Eh, I’m sure you can do it. They like you, after all.”

Danny just sighed again.

The rest of the trip back into the city and towards the apartment they’d rented wasn’t long or difficult, especially not when flying, and Danny easily phased through the window into the building proper. The second he let go of his Griefmates, they were off; Tucker went straight for the pile of tablets and PDAs and laptops that he’d built up, starting them up all at once with a push of power, while Sam went for the bedroom and their lockbox full of ghost stuff, coming back with a silver whistle that she tucked down the front of her dress so only the chain was showing.

“Want a lift?” He asked, and Sam laughed.

“No, I’ll be fine. Get moving, your Highness, you’ve got places to be.”

“Fiiiiiine.” Danny sighed again, flopping backwards dramatically just to see them laugh, and opened a portal to his Lair.

The feeling of being at home again settled over him like a weight, and he took a moment to shake himself out and settle into the feeling before starting to move.

Luckily, there were protocols and stuff for this kind of thing. And even more fortunately, Fright Knight was nearby and not roaming like he could have been. Danny barely got the doors open from his portal room into the main Lair before the Knight was there, hovering not far into the hall.

“Fright Knight.” Danny inclined his head, pulling at his core. The Ring and Crown formed with only a small amount of fuss- his living half causing them to complain, he knew- though he didn’t bother with any of the rest of the regalia he’d created in the past for situations like this. As strange as it sounded, this felt like something he had to approach more as Phantom, the Protection spirit and halfa, rather than the Ghost King, even though he knew he needed the Crown and Ring with him.

Instincts like that were strange, sometimes.

“Prince Phantom.” The Autumn spirit replied, saluting him. “Is something amiss?”

“We need to call the Council together, Fright.” He said, a small sigh. Him calling the Crown and Ring would have already started that process, with some of them, but not everyone was going to be in a position to notice that stuff, so it was better to tell Fright Knight so he could help get things going. “We’ve got a really bad situation in that world, and it’s going to need a lot of work.”

“How so, my Prince?” Fright Knight asked, even as his core flickered to call the various underghosts of the Lair to attention.

“The sort of thing where we might be declaring outright war on some people.” Danny told him, and watched the Fright Knight freeze.

“I see.”

#dcxdp #fic writing #my writing #random scenes from the abyss #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #at some point this will get a name i swear #braided fates au

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lokiiied · 8 months

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before i start this is not hate and the post is a little bit old but it’s about the one saying everyone else sucks for not coming to lucas’s game have you ever had prior plans because personally if we had this super important meeting coming up and like a week before this super awesome event one of my friends asked me to attend their game i would have gone with the plan that was made earlier and vice versa and again this is not hate

hi! first off, i would never take this sort of ask as “hate” !! no worries there. but for me, this was less about the timing of things and much more about the carelessness and way it was handled.

it’s also not like the championship game was that sudden. like, it was a surprise to mike & dustin bc they don’t give a shit about basketball and aren’t aware of the ongoings of the team - regardless of the fact that lucas is on the team and most likely mentioned it. but no one else was surprised by this.

it’s the fact that not only do mike & lucas not care that lucas is on the team, but are actually upset with him for the overlapping events. he asks them to convince eddie to move the game to any other night. to which mike tells him to “talk to his coach. and get him to move the game.” lol. which is. clearly not realistic.

dustin says, “this is the end of eddie’s campaign and we need you!” then mike adds, “yeah and the tigers don’t. you’ve been on the bench all year.” which may be fine points & lucas isn’t that offended but the emphasis of the scene is put on this moment right here, when lucas says,

“i’m asking you guys, as a friend, just talk to eddie. get him to move hellfire. come to my game. please.” to which he’s met with silence. because it is made clear the significance that this game - and them being there means to him. to have their support. and then realising that they would rather choose eddie & dnd (yes, the super cool senior they all look up to but…) over lucas? their supposed best friend?

this is not just a poorly timed double booking where an “oh shoot, well i agreed to this thing first, so sorry!” serves as a reasonable response. these are two important events both involving lucas’ participation. one of which, is non-negotiable, it’s a championship game, if he doesn’t attend he misses an opportunity to play and maybe get his talents recognised & risks possibly being kicked off the team if they found out where he actually was.

the other, although also planned in advance, is an event made up of and controlled by his friends. eddie had complete power to move hellfire to another night at the cost of…literally nothing? the anticipation of waiting one more day but having lucas’ presence and making a small sacrifice to show solidarity/support?? and eddie says absolutely not because?? because it’s lucas’ fault for being in basketball? as punishment? i love eddie with my whole heart but it was not that serious.

what about max? she’s grieving, she’s depressed, she’s going through it. she doesn’t realise that she’s the only other friend he can ask to come. but still he says, “i know you never want to come to any of my games, but this one is kind of a big deal.” implying that he’s asked her to come before and she never has. and while, yes, he could’ve worded it a little differently- do you know how fucking hard it is to try and convince someone that you care about to come to an event that’s really important to you that would mean the world to you if they were there and for them to just…not care? it’s really fucking disappointing.

he tries to reach out to her and to tell her that he knows she’s not okay and that he’s there and she just. shuts down and hands the ticket back. and then later he is STILL the one apologising for not doing enough!! for not being there for max. i get how hard it is to let people in when you’re struggling and not wanting to go to events like that but, fuck he just looks so put out. she also didn’t seem to question/put together the fact that dustin asked her to play dnd that same night (bc lucas couldn’t be there.) but i wouldn’t really expect her to know why.

i do credit steve for being there/cheering him on, though i’m sure part of it was robin being there in band. and nancy was there as well, but for the paper. and sure, i’ll give dustin & mike credit for at least trying to convince eddie to move it. and it is sweet that max at least was listening to the game.

but at the end of the day, lucas is looking out at the crowd and seeing the absence of his closest friends. he finally gets his moment to shine, but they’re not there cheering him on, they’re not there to celebrate with him. and then he sees them leaving their game, not only cheering about their own win that he missed out on, but also that they asked his own sister to act in his place?? when she also probably would’ve gone to his game?? bc in ep. 7 he literally says “you still come to all my games though” ?? and again, just with the emphasis on lucas’ perspective in the episode - the look on his face as he’s leaving with jason and the team just says everything. we should absolutely be empathising with him. we’ve all been there.

all this to say, my post was in no way meant as “they suck” all the time!! i truly, dearly, love them all. but i do think every single one of them played a part and that everyone failed lucas that night. and it says a lot that none of them even realised or apologised to him and ig it especially bothers me because lucas tries so hard to be there for his friends, he’s always the first person to apologise when he says the wrong thing and he’s unconditionally loyal. even after all that you bet your ass he’s still gonna lead jason + co. off on a false lead and bike 8 miles to find & warn his friends. so yeah, i think lucas deserved & deserves better than that.

sorry for the TEDtalk lmaoo there were several factors to this but uhh yeah! hope that helps put it in a different perspective :)

#one thing about me i am not gonna be concise about it #lucas sinclair #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #eddie munson #max mayfield #lumax #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #erica sinclair #stranger things rants

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niceboyeds · 2 years

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yours (s.h.)

pairing: Steve Harrington x female reader

summary: after confessing your feelings for Steve, you’re worried you’ve ruined everything.

contains: 18+ minors DNI angst, language, smut: fingering, aftercare, fluff

word count: 2.9K

a/n: roughly based this one off of the songs Yours by Conan Gray because it hurt my feelings the other day. cheers to my fellow friends who’ve fallen for their situation-ship. i haven’t posted a Steve piece in a while so enjoy xx

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your hands grip the edge of the porcelain sink, trying to steady your breathing while looking at your face in the mirror.

why can’t you be more like her?

she’s so pretty, so perfect.

no wonder Steve fell in love with her.

with tears staining down your face, you stand there for a while, watching your knuckles turn white as you try take deep breaths to compose yourself.

a knock at the bathroom door startles you. had you been too loud? were you in there for too long? surely the laughter of the group you left in the other room would’ve covered the cries you let slip through.

“hey, are you okay?” of course it’s Steve.

“y-yeah. i’m fine!” you call out, cursing yourself for letting your voice crack. that wasn’t convincing in the slightest.

“can you let me in?”

“i’ll be out in a minute!” quickly splashing water on your face, you try to clean off the mascara residue underneath your eyes.

as you open the door to leave, Steve walks in while pushing you back into the small bathroom. a worried look on his face as he closes the door behind him.

“baby what’s happening?” his left hand cups your face as you fight to push the new tears back in.

baby, a nickname he’s only ever called you in private.

“nothing. i’m fine, just stubbed my toe.” you smile, trying to leave the bathroom.

“you’re such a shitty liar.” he rolls his eyes at you as he grabs your arm. it’s not rough, but it’s firm. you know he won’t let you go without the truth.

“i’m sorry, is Nancy better at lying too?” the words are bitter on your tongue as you rip your arm out of his hold.

“what are you talking about?”

“oh you know, just how you’re clearly still hooked up on ms. cool girl out there.” you’re angry now. you hate being the jealous girl but you know what you want, who you want.

“what? why are you mad at me?”

“you just don’t get it.”

“well then please explain because i’m completely fucking lost right now!” his voice raises slightly, clearly annoyed with you but you’re unable to control the volume of your own voice now.

“do you still love her? or is it me? because you seem to only want me for sex but that’s not who i am! and i tried, i tried so goddamn hard to give you what you wanted. but you never fucking noticed that i fell in love with you!!”

angry tears are slipping from your eyes and you hate that you’re letting him affect you like this, but there’s no going back now.

“i won’t sit around forever waiting for you to decide if you’re in love with me or not. whatever we have going on is fucking cruel, and i can’t do it anymore.”

“what so you're giving me an ultimatum or something?”

“call it whatever you want, Steve. but stop coming around if you just want to use me.”

you push your way out of the bathroom, running past the now silent group of your friends and out of the house you jump into your car. speeding out of Steve’s driveway, you can’t remember the last time you’ve driven this fast, or if you ever have for that matter.

you can’t do anything but slam on the gas pedal and grip the steering wheel tightly. trying your best to not think of the scene you just caused.

not only did you just confess your love to Steve and he completely disregarded it, but you’ve also likely lost all the friendships that came with him. they were his first, you can’t blame them. you can’t show your face there again, too embarrassed to even think about what you just said.

you pull into the driveway of the little house you bought earlier this year, having been ready to move out of your parents place long before you graduated high school. you close the front door with a slam, immediately locking it.

deciding you need some air, you lay in the grass in your backyard. noticing the sun has set but the sky is still not black, rather a greyish shade, while you wait for the constellations to shine through.

thoughts of your evening still lingering in your mind, how unbelievably stupid of you to not only confess your feelings to Steve, but to allow yourself to catch any feelings at all. you’ll hate yourself for that for a long time.

settling your anger at yourself, you start to think about why you even loved him. he just called when he was bored or horny. never wanting to be with you, only wanting to use your body.

all you wanted was for him to like you back. but he was so clearly in love with someone. maybe it was Nancy, maybe you had never met the person, but it wasn’t you. and that hurt like a bitch.

it makes you wonder if you even know him at all. sure, everyone knows Steve Harrington the infamous “King of Hawkins High” but there was—there is, so much more to him.

you told yourself you wouldn’t get sucked into his game, that you were the one in charge and you could end things when you wanted to. that he wasn’t anything but a friend who helped you get off whenever you needed. hell, you initiated it first.

you sit on the bed next to him. both of you nervous and scared of any problems that might damage your friendship. both of you scared to make the first move after you made the decision to help each other out.

“are you sure we should do this?”

“do you find me attractive, Steve?”

“baby you’re gorgeous.”

“do you want to sleep with me?”

“of course i do.”

“then stop talking and kiss me, dammit.”

your lips meet halfway, his felt softer than you imagined in your mind. so gentle. you both move back on the bed toward the pillows. he was still not being as assertive as he always seemed to be, like he was scared.

but you knew he just needed something to light that fire under him. you take one of his hands and place it on your breast while you moan softly into his mouth.

he removes it, much to your dismay, and begins pulling the hem of your shirt. you help him take it off, along with his own, and he pushes you down against the pillows.

you could feel him through his jeans, his crotch grinding against you and his groans make you wetter by the second.

he breaks away from your lips, making you whimper slightly. he quickly brings his hands around your back, unclipping your bra before throwing it across the room.

“beautiful” was all he whispered before his lips attacked your neck, kissing and sucking down to the valley between your breasts. you moan loudly when he sucks on one of them, kneading the other with his hand.

you grind yourself against him, pushing your hips up to meet his hard dick. your hands tug at his shirt, urging him to take it off. moans leaving both of your mouths as you softly tug at his jeans, indicating to him you want them off too.

he doesn’t think about it for another second, pulling his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. you can’t help but look at it hungrily, dripping in your panties. you wanted him so badly.

you quickly slide your own pants down, moaning when the cool air hits your wet pussy. you look at his face, letting him take you all in, before pulling him back down to kiss again.

you continue grinding against him, feeling his cock rub through your wet folds. “jesus, baby.” he moans against your lips.

he suddenly stops moving against you, making you whine in protest which makes him laugh. “don’t worry, baby. gonna make you feel so good.”

his fingers lightly brush over your needy clit, making you buck your hips slightly, needing more friction. he teases two of his large fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness you’re covered in. “please, Steve.”

“i’ll take care of you” is all he says before pushing a digit into you. he loves hearing how he’s making you feel, expertly curling it when he’s fully inside of you.

you rock yourself against him, needing more. it’s like he can read your mind as he shoves a second finger inside of you. “oh god, yes!” you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows.

he moves them faster while using his thumb to rub circles on your throbbing clit. he smiles at how much of a needy puddle you are underneath him. “feels good, baby?” he asks, fully aware of the answer.

“y-yes! so close, don’t stop!” but he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, he wanted to see you do this everyday. a mess from just his fingers alone, definitely an ego boost for him.

“cum for me, baby.” he whispers in your ear as you’re approaching the edge. a couple thrusts of his magic fingers and you reach your climax, allowing him to work you through it. “that was so hot.” is all he says before removing his fingers from your pussy and putting them in his mouth to taste you.

that was all it took for you to pull him back down to you, kissing him again but quickly rolling him onto his back. you sit up on his lap, grinding against his dick as his hands grip your hips.

“you want me to ride you, baby?” he nods immediately, groaning at the thought.

“god yes.”

you were hooked on him from that day forward, never even thinking about someone else. only him.

there were always so many details about him that you remembered. like how he blows on the strands of hair that would fall in his face as he leans over you. or the way your name rolls off his tongue, so delicately as he moans. the way his lips feel pressed against yours. the nicknames he calls you when you’re alone.

but that’s the thing: he was only ever like that when you were alone together. maybe he was embarrassed of you. embarrassed of letting other people know you two had something going on.

but the only one embarrassed now is you.

you begin thinking back to the night you knew you had fallen for him. sure you had a crush on him and found him more than attractive, but something had been different. he seemed to be more caring, more in tune with your feelings and needs. something you’d never experienced before— even from past relationships.

he rolls off of you, sitting on the edge of the bed panting. his hair slightly sticking to his sweaty forehead. leaving you trying to catch your own breath he stands up and disappears into the bathroom.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary, he always liked to shower after sex and you usually made your exit while he was doing so. but tonight he had been more rough than usual, and you were exhausted to say the least. it’s not like you didn’t enjoy his roughness, you were excited about it, but it was fairly uncommon.

you talk yourself into getting up after hearing the water turn on, the fan humming from the cracked bathroom door. just as you were standing, searching for your clothes throughout the bedroom he came back, smiling softly while looking over you.

“shit, I'm sorry baby.” he spoke softly, walking over to you while examining your body. you felt a little self conscious, wrapping your arms over your breast and torso in an attempt to hide. you don't know why though, its not like he's never seen you naked before.

“sorry for what?” you ask, locking eyes with him, worry washing over you.

“i gave you a couple bruises.” he sighs, brushing over the new marks on your hips that you hadn't even realized were there.

“huh, i didn't notice.” you laugh a little, trying to show him you were okay- that it didn't bother you.

“do you... maybe wanna shower with me?” oh. he's never asked that before.

it takes you by surprise and your stomach turns with butterflies. the look on your face must worry him because he starts to back pedal.

“unless you want to leave now, if you have plans or something. or if you just don't want to. its totally fine. i just thought maybe—” you smile at his rambling, you've never seen him so nervous before. it was pretty cute.

“okay.” you finally cut him off, seeing what seems to be a relief for him as he turns to follow you into the bathroom. a shower feels so intimate.

the soap washes off your body and the hot water feels soothing on your tense muscles. he’s being silly, lathering the shampoo on his head which he turns into a design with his hair, opting for a mohawk situation. but the hair on his head is too long, making it flop to one side. you can't help but laugh at him as you switch sides to allow him to rinse.

“can i use your conditioner?” you ask as he leans his head back, freeing his face of soap.

“of course, baby.” you never realized how often he called you that, but now that you’ve noticed you’ll be keeping track of it forever.

you try to comb the conditioner through your hair with your fingers, getting slightly frustrated by a rather large knot in a spot you can't quite reach.

“let me help.” he leans over and kisses your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine as he removes the knot. what is happening to you?

“there. all gone.”

“thank you.” you whisper before he swap sides once again so you can finish rinsing and he steps out. once the water is shut off and you step out, he's waiting with a towel for you.

what the fuck is this feeling?

but you already knew. you knew deep down that you were falling in love, and you knew he would break your heart.

so here you are, laying in your backyard, hiding from the problems you caused for yourself. wallowing in self-pity and resentment towards yourself.

“hey.” oh no...

you don't need to look up to see who's standing in your backyard, the voice is too familiar. not only have you absolutely embarrassed yourself in front of him and your friends, but now he shows up at your house?

“hi.”

“you uh... you didn't answer your phone. or the front door.” you sit up, still unable to look at him.

“yeah. i um, i guess i didn't hear it.” your voice is weak, almost pathetic.

“so i wanted to talk to you... about what you said...”

“it’s fine Steve, you don't have to explain yourself or anything. i understand.”

“but thats the thing, i do need to explain. because you don't understand.”

you finally get the courage to look at him, still looking the same as earlier but his hair looks like he's been running his hands through it. a habit you discovered that he does when he's overwhelmed or stressed.

“what don't i understand? the fact that i just ruined our friendship? not to mention the friendships i have with all of your friends. because lets face it Steve, they don't want to be friends with someone who you hate. that just makes things awkward and uncomfortable for everyone.”

“woah woah woah, slow down. who said i hated you?”

“well... i just-” you can't find the words to say, and now you fear you've dug yourself a deeper grave. you look away from him again as he sits in the grass across from you, his legs bent at the knees and feet in front of him.

“i could never hate you.” his voice is soft and gentle, like the night he asked you to shower with him. this moment feeling just as intimate but you can't figure out why.

“when you had told me earlier that you were in love with me, it caught me by surprise, and i didn't get the chance to be honest with you before you left.”

“okay, but-”

“shh let me finish.” and you do, no longer daring to speak. “you were right, i am in love with someone.”

you really sat there quietly just to listen to that? as if you didn't already know. you cannot bare it anymore, letting the tears slip from your eyes, turning your head away from him before he can see.

oh but he sees. and now you are wishing you had actually dug a physical grave to bury yourself in. “why did you come here to tell me that, Steve?” you hate that your voice is meek, so pitiful.

“baby, if you would just let me finish i’d be able to tell you that i’m in love with you” his hands come up to your face and the pads of his thumbs wipe your tears away.

“what?”

“i’m sorry it took you walking away for me to admit it. but i’ve been in love with you for so long. i was just worried that you didn’t feel the same.”

“do you mean it?”

“i swear i mean it. i know we set rules and boundaries, but i don’t want anyone except you. i want you to be mine. i want to be yours.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve stranger things #steve #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut

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Okay, I know Valentine's Day just passed, but how would a Valentine's Day interaction go with Aster and Asha? What would each of them do for each other on Valentine's Day?

Sorry for the VERY late reply, haven't got much time to answer lately, and before I didn't have much inspiration for this one, but @uva124 gave me an idea, so here's a little Valentine's day story

Asha decided that for Valentine's day she'd make a painting for Aster, a painting of a field of purple aster flowers, with a beautiful night sky.

However, because she's quite the perfectionist, and not as skilled with painting as she is with drawing, she felt like the painting wasn't quite good enough no matter what she did. So for days before Valentine's day arrived she'd hide in her room trying to finish it, not letting Aster see it.

But then the day actually arrives and she loses track of time trying to finish it, before she knows it it's already close to night time

*knock knock*

"Asha? You're in there?" Aster asks worried from outside her room

"A-AH! Don't come it yet! I'm busy!" Asha has her hands and arms all covered in paint as she tries to hide her unfinished work behind a cloth

"I know, you said so earlier but... Valentine's day is almost over, do you wanna hang out?" Aster sounded a bit sad that they didn't even see each other earlier

Asha looks surprised noticing it's indeed sunset, she completely lost track of time "Oh no! Ugh I knew I should've used acrylic paint!" She says in frustration

(For those who don't know, acrylic paint dries way faster than oil paint, I'd know, I used to make oil paintings)

"What are you talking about" Aster says coming in the room, they see her covered in paint "*gasp!* You were painting!?" He smiles widely "I didn't know you knew how to draw AND paint too!"

"That's because I honestly don't know how to paint, this turned out a mess" She points to the canvas hidden behind a piece of cloth

"... Let me be the judge of that" Aster walks in and pulls out the cloth to see her art.

The night sky is full of white dots splattered around that do resemble stars, and the purple field of flowers looks quite messy because the flowers all sorta mixed together into one purple blur.

Aster looks at the canvas in awe while Asha covers her face in shame "It looks like a child made it, I'm sorry, I've wasted the whole day instead of spending time with y-"

"I LOVE IT!" Aster exclaimed hugging her tightly "It looks amazing! What do you mean "like a child made it"???"

Asha smiles at him, but she still feels insecure about the painting "I wanted it to be perfect"

They smile at her reassuringly "You don't have to be perfect, you just have to be you, and that's way more than perfect for me, okay?" he says while still hugging her

She blushes as a big smile stretches across her face, she hugs him as well "Okay heheh" she giggles a bit, feeling her heart flutter

"Now! It's my turn to give you a gift, come on!" Aster pulls her by the hand out of the room

They go to the cliff next to the tree Asha wished upon Aster

(I make a lot of romantic scenes take place next to this tree but come on it's a cool location)

They watch the sun set together, leaning on one another without really saying anything, just admiring the beautiful sight

Once the sun is gone and the stars start to appear, Asha says "That was a beautiful gift" holding Aster's hand

"Oh that wasn't my gift yet" Aster corrects her with a cheeky smile "OKAY GUYS! Do your thing!" Aster yells to the sky above them

Asha looks up, already excited to see what he got planned but... Nothing seemed to happen

"... Guys???" Aster asked the stars, already getting nervous they wouldn't do the one little favor he asked

Then, Asha sees it, a shooting star cutting through the night sky

"*Gasp!* You asked for a shooting star just for me?" Asha asks hugging his arm

Aster looks quite disappointed though "... No, I asked for a meteor shower, it was supposed to be A BUNCH of those, like come on, is throwing some asteroids around too hard???" They ask, frustrated that things didn't go as he planned

"Hehe you don't need to make a whole cosmic event happen to make me happy" She leans on their shoulder "I love just watching the sun set with you"

Aster feels his heart beating faster "And I love you"

"I love you too"

They kiss under the starry night sky.

A few more shooting stars can be seen passing by.

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #ask #asha x star boy #asha x starboy #asha x star

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cyberexo · 1 year

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S I R E N PT 1 | Byun Baekhyun x Fem Reader

“What the hell are you?”

word count: 4.2K

warning: may include 18/21+ scenes that are not suitable for minors.

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"Ahh it's been a while since we've gotten time to get away like this," Jongin sighed out as he threw himself onto the soft king sized bed, smiling in content at the comforting feeling, "I can just stay here forever"

It's been a while since the boys had finally gotten some time off stage and away from their schedule without the staff or cameras invading every corner of their life for "entertainment" but finally for a change there was going to be none of that, just them and mother nature. All alone on this private island and minds empty of worries and thoughts of work.

Baekhyun only hummed in response, lying face down on the lethally soft bed, he was too tired to vocally express his content, almost deceased with exhaustion. They've all just arrived at their temporary vacation home, it was late and as much as he wanted to wander around the house and explore every corner, he knew he'd be too exhausted to seize the whole day tomorrow, plus it was late so his best deal was to sleep off the jet lag anyway.

Jongin chuckled at his dozing off friend, getting up to leave the room, leaving Baekhyun behind to rest properly while he went on to see what the rest were doing.

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The next morning everyone was up early, loudly discussing what they wanted to do with all the free time they had for the next two weeks over breakfast, "Let's collect shells!", pausing their rather chaotic discussion they all turned to the source of such a lousy suggestion, "Out of everything that we can do Baekhyun, you want to collect shells?" Kyungsoo interrogated, "I like shells!" he defended.

Everyone just shook their head while giggling at the childish activity he wished to partake in, "Let's play in the ocean together first and I'll collect shells with you?" Chanyeol offered, not wanting to see Baekhyun wandering on his own all grumpy.

"Fine," Baekhyun puffed, tuning in to listen to whatever everyone else was talking about whilst he finished the rest of his breakfast.

I'm going to collect as many as I can and stash them in Kyungsoos' bedding, Baekhyun evily thought before taking himself and his dishes to the sink to rinse off.

Sooner or later everyone headed out to the beach, some laid down to tan, others were in the water splashing one another or floating around in the cool water. Chanyeol dunked himself into the water, stealthily making his way over to baekhyun, being able to spot him easily from his red swimming trunks, as soon as he was within arms reach he quickly grabbed onto both of his legs before pulling him down.

Baekhyun could barely manage the most unmanly scream before he was fully submerged into the water, the sound of the boys laughing muffled, his eyes adjusted to his surroundings as he looked for chanyeol who was already at the surface, as if he didn't do anything.

Imitating his friends actions, he swam over to him, and just as he was about to return the favour, something glowing in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Quickly but not quickly enough, he twisted his body to see what it was, he managed to make out something swimming away in the distance despite how blurry his vision was under water, it was too big for a normal fish and too little for anything as such as a shark, before he could investigate any further he felt a pair of arms pull him up to the surface.

"I hope you weren't planning on dying down there," Minseok playfully commentated, letting go of Baekhyun who was busy catching his breath but still deep in thought.

Maybe I was just imagining things, he silently concluded to himself. "There was just a really interesting fish," he managed to say, "And that scream I let out earlier, I don't want to hear about it!" he quickly changed the topic, making an empty threat in case anyone starts to poke fun at his not so manly moment.

"Till today I couldn't think of anything that could be louder than our fans, thank you for showing me that there is!" Suho shouted from the shore, making everyone else around him laugh, Baekhyun let out a fake cry before dunking himself back into the cool waters.

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Everyone was sat in the living room snacking away whilst playing board games or just talking, Baekhyun sat scrolling through his phone trying to find something entertaining but he couldn't, of course normally he'd stick to his favourite webtoons and since he hasn't had time to read in a while he was sure there'd be a lot to catch up on however, the thought of going through a bunch of webtoons and remembering so many different plots exhausted him.

He settled his phone down, looking around to see who was occupied with what, none of the activities seemed that exciting to him, so he got up on his feet announcing he was going on a evening walk just in case anyone starts wondering.

"Don't go too far," Suho called out after him, the motherly instincts spread warmth through his chest, "I'll lay some shells down just in case I do wander off," he assured.

And that he did, he walked an awful lot of distance in such little time. He wasn't sure of what he was trying to get away from or what he was trying to find. Whatever it was that he saw when chanyeol pulled him under water was definitely not just his imagination. It's been eating at him all day

He was far enough from where everyone else was, no longer able to hear the faint sound of shouting and laughter. He watched the last of the sunset disappear into darkness, the only thing lighting up his path was the full moon. Baekhyun softly smiled, closing his eyes to savour the feeling, he walked over to a mount of rocks, submerging his feet into the shallow water beneath him, trying to find a rock with less rougher edges to sit on as he admired the way the ocean shifted from the left to the right.

He couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious swimming creature he caught a glimpse of. Sighing, he started to play with whatever shells he had left in his hand, "Maybe it really was just a fish," he surrendered. He didn't even know why he was questioning it so much, it was the ocean for gods' sake.

He closed his eyes once again, taking in the feeling of the cold breeze of the night engulfing his figure.

"Some pretty shells you got there," a voice spoke, tone almost seductive, which immediately pulled Baekhyun out of his trance, eyes wondering everywhere to find out where the voice emitted from, the darkness didn’t really help much but he didn't have to scan around for too long before his eyes landed on a woman, she looked around his age, hair wet and some strands clung to her face, her eyes wide with curiosity and the way she shone under the moonlight almost made Baekhyun evaporate right there and then, it all happened in a matter of seconds, realising there was a half naked woman staring at him and god knows where she came from.

Baekhyun was a little too quick to get up on his feet, he lost his balance, landing himself in the shallow water below him in the process. Quickly, he recomposed himself, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes as he tried leaning away opposite the mysterious woman who started giggling at his startled state. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the salty water out of them so he could get a proper look at her.

“Who are you?! How did you find me?!” he started interrogating the woman, “Aren’t you going to ask for my name first?” she remained calm, a smile gracing her face, “I’m Y/N.”

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Baekhyun couldn't believe it, he was convinced that he somehow managed to pass out as he was walking around and all of this must be some sort of realistic dream he was having. But no, it was all very much real. He stared you down, eyes travelling from your exotic features to what seemed like a fishes tail, admiring how it glowed in the dark water, an electric blue, but it was all too much for him to process at once. You couldn't blame him of course, he was just a mere human being taught to not believe in this sort of stuff, that you were just a fantasy.

"What the hell are you?"

His words were harsh, but his eyes and tone weren't, "A Siren," you casually answered in a tone that suggested it should've been an obvious answer he could achieve on his own. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, "Was that you this morning, by the reef?" he questioned again, his voice lowering itself with each syllable. "Yeah, seemed like you were having a lot of fun," you said, slightly bitter at how much company he had compared to yourself, "But now, it's my turn,"

With a sly smirk on your face, you moved closer to him, Baekhyun tried to back away but he was up against a rock so not much was in his favour, if he went the other way he'd be out in the open water, your home.

"What are you doing?" he stuttered out, eyes diverting left and right trying to muster up and plan of some sort, "You're not going to kill me are you-"

"That's only going to happen if you try to kill me," you countered, now much closer to him, allowing your hand to travel up his torso, memorising every crevice and detail. His suspicion was unmistaken though, normally you would enthral the men you come across on the island before you drag them to the pit of the ocean, but you were willing to spare the man in front of you, his features were too delicate for you to not savour him.

With the way your nude chest was on full display for him under the moonlight and shimmering stars, your hair wet and the way it clung to your glistening skin was enchanting, his body temperature rising didn’t go unnoticed by you, the tension building up under the garments of his pants, and that handsome face of his, he was for sure a healing sight for sore eyes.

Baekhyun didn't dare move, for a couple of seconds you stopped your movements and looked up to meet his eyes, faces only millimetres apart, none of it felt real, a creature as beautiful as you that he'd only see in fairytales or in the movies he'd watch, he'd even make up his own fantasy in his own head afterwards of what it would be like if such mythical creatures existed.

This is my chance, he silently thought to himself, slowly lifting his hand to place on the nape of your cold neck, bringing you closer to him, both knowing what was the intent behind his brave gesture, your eyes fluttered closed waiting for that magical connection.

"Baekhyun!"

The sudden echo of his name being called out ripped you out of his touch and sent you back into the pitch black waters, it all happened way too quick for Baekhyun to realise, a disappointed groan leaving his lips, he even considered swimming after you but he knew better than that.

He stood up on his feet hurriedly trying to get around the mount of rocks around him, looking back to try and catch a glimpse of you, for it could be the last time he'd ever see you. To his dismay, you were long gone by now. He continued to drag his soaked body to where the voices of his friends were coming from.

“He’s over there!” squinting his eyes to see who it was coming towards him, he could make out Sehuns’ slender figure approaching him with a slight jog, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. “Where on earth- why are you all wet bro?” Sehun questioned his older friend, getting a 360 look at him to see if he was possibly hurt or not, “I accidentally slipped off one of the rocks over there,” pointing towards the mount where the both of you were about to share an intimate moment.

“Are you okay? you must be freezing!” Suho chimed in, finally catching up to Sehuns’ long legs with the rest of the crew. “I’m good, really, I just want to sleep,” Baekhyun grumpily announced, still very much annoyed by their sudden disturbance.

Why do they always have to ruin everything, that’s my job!

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Baekhyun tossed and turned for the majority of the night, it's been a couple of days since his up close & personal encounter with you and he hasn't caught a single glimpse of you since, always going back to the same spot where you met during the day and night. There was only a week left before he had to go back to his busy city life, and he wasn't ready to leave just yet at least not without seeing you one more time.

It was hard to keep his head straight and pay attention to what and who was around him, he was a lot less playful & witty during group activities, your existence completely threw him off his game, and the desire you two shared for each other that night was unmistakable, it frustrated him, the frequent familiar tension building up ever so frequently between his legs every time he’d remember the sight of you, his own hand wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed you. He knew from then no other woman back home would ever come close to you. He hated how he was feeling, and hated himself for letting you get away so easily but he came around to understand, he may have been somewhat calm when it came to seeing a real life, man eating siren. Who knows how the rest would have reacted.

They definitely wouldn't have been welcoming, he concluded.

Baekhyun of course hadn't uttered a single word about you, even though it low-key killed him to keep you all to himself it also gave him an out of this world adrenaline rush, you were his mythical dirty secret, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Most of his friends noticed his odd behaviour but decided against questioning him, concluding he may still not have been able to shake off work stress completely, especially since the ending of their two week vacation was coming to an end soon but really he was just working up different plans to try and lure you in.

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You knew Baekhyun was coming back multiple times through the day and sometimes at night just to see you again, you'd watch him through the water, admiring how his eyes scanned over the waters to try and catch a glimpse of you even if it was just for a second.

While you enjoyed how desperate he was becoming you just couldn't give him what he wanted, at least not for a little time, you weren't the only siren down there and it was risky for you to disappear to the same reef everyday, the rest would get too suspicious and knowing them, they'd 100% follow you but that wasn't even the worst that could happen. If they caught you with Baekhyun they may not even give you time state your reasons before they'd pull him into the waters and you doubt he'd have a slight chance of getting out alive.

So for the past couple of days you've been hiding out by a different corner on the island, far enough from their villa and far enough for Baekhyun to doubt you'd even be. Once a siren emerges out of the water and onto dry land, their tail starts to shed away, uncovering the unused legs beneath, and the unused organs in between.

For Baekhyun you literally learnt how to walk, at least you think you learnt properly, you mostly focused on keeping your balance, assuming Baekhyun would be willing to keep you up and supported once he acknowledges what efforts you've been putting in to be closer to him.

This was very out of character for you, learning how to walk... for a man? it was a laughable cause for anyone of your kind. Normally you wouldn't even obtain a name before you pulled them down to the core of the earth, and how did you know Baekhyuns' name without asking? his friends could wake up the entire hidden city below with how loud their voices were, or maybe it was just your 50 mile radius hearing? nevertheless catching his name wasn't exactly a mission.

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Baekhyun carried out his day like nothing was wrong, laughing along with his friends and making jokes like he normally would, which was a huge relief for them, finally he could relish in the feeling he was there for, but really the reason as to why he was there changed a long time ago.

Of course one of the reasons why was because today he was sure he was going to see you again, talk to you again, and maybe even having your skin finally meet. He made a plan with himself during his sleepless nights, how he'd lure you in and allow himself to indulge in the erotic fantasy that was you.

As the day stretched on, Baekhyuns' excitement and eagerness grew, he was psyched. For the first time in forever he tagged along with Minseok to work out which was very unusual behaviour from Baekhyun but Minseok payed him no thought, enjoying the company for once. Baekhyun followed through with Minseoks' workout routine, even though he felt like the world was caving in on him, he pushed himself to achieve the best muscle definition he could muster, all being in the name to lure you in.

Sooner or later the evening arrived, gathering around the table to share a meal together, Baekhyun made a mental note to not eat so much that he would bloat, that wasn't the look he was going for tonight. Faking his interest in whatever Lay was babbling about and laughing at Suhos' & Minseoks' dad jokes that made zero fucking sense, time was going too slow, he just felt like bolting into the water and pull you out by the tail, the thought alone made him lose it, spitting out his drink all over Chanyeol, uncontrollably laughing at the impulsive thought.

"Okay man, the joke wasn't that funny," Kai interjected his obnoxious laughter, "What are you really losing your shit over?" Chanyeol pushed whilst laughing lightly but also slightly disgusted, as he was still trying to get Baekhyuns' drink and spit off his face. To their dismay, Baekhyun said nothing but continued to laugh instead, leaving them with puzzled expressions.

Soon his laugher died down, the rest of his friends still staring at him dumbfounded at his state, "You're acting like you've never seen me laugh" Baekhyun expressed, wiping away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes. "We have seen you laugh before, just not like THAT." Sehun replied, "So, let us in on the joke!" Chen exclaimed, making the rest nod their heads eagerly wanting to know what could possibly be that funny.

"Nothing! I just imagined something," which wasn't exactly a lie, "I'd like to keep my weird imagery to myself thank you very much." he ended, earning a couple of eye rolls while diverting their attention back to their food, "Of course it would be something weird, whatever it was I'm sure the pope wouldn't even be able to cleanse you of such," Kyungsoo commentated whilst shaking his head, "Anyway Lay, you were saying?" they all continued to tune back into their conversations, Baekhyun taking it as a good time to wrap up his own meal time.

He finally settled into bed, as did everyone else but he wasn't planning on sleeping, he stayed up waiting out every single one of his friends so he could save himself the scenario of being bothered when he eventually left the villa to sought out what he planned on doing.

It wasn't that cold tonight, the wind was warm but not the gross type where it's all humid and you get all sweaty. Beakhyun slipped out of his bed, going to make one final check of everyone being knocked out before he went back to his room to change out of his clothes, making sure to keep quiet as he was sharing the room with Kai, who was knocked out like a baby. He Slipped out of his pjs in exchanged for some black swimming trunks, ones that slightly clung to his legs but not so much that it made him uncomfortable.

He grabbed his phone for some extra lighting, taking one last look at his sleeping roomie before quietly sneaking out of the room and out of the villa.

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You were already at the mount of rocks since the afternoon, hoping for Baekhyun to show himself, but unfortunately he hadn't, and right when you thought about leaving and coming back tomorrow instead, you heard the faint sounds of someone's feet kicking through the sand.

That must be him.

Bitter at how much you had been waiting for him you lurched yourself back into the water, close enough to see him but not close enough for him to see you. Sooner or later, he was standing between the mount of rocks, your breath hitched as you scanned his body.

His lean figure was humbly sculpted, the valleys and crevices of his lean muscle even deeper than before, you rolled your eyes with a smirk tugging at your lips. Must be his way of trying to lure me in, you figured, the way his shorts hugged his thighs perfectly almost made you drool, and his hair- he had such beautiful hair you were almost envious of this mere human. As much as you wanted to throw yourself at him you held yourself back making him wait a little longer.

It didn’t take you that long to catch the flashlight of his phone, pulling yourself into the water just a little more, he paired his voice with his search device, calling your name out. He wasn’t really loud, he knew you could hear him but he still felt obliged to go up an octave.

At this point I’m just torturing the both of us.

Slowly you made your way back up to the surface, your emergence was quiet, it took him a couple of seconds to catch your eyes. A faint gasp escaping his mouth, the way you appeared so quietly was almost eerie to him. However, despite your own eagerness you remained quiet, eyes staring into his waiting for him to speak. He did call out for you after all.

"Y/N.." he barely managed a whisper, turning his phone off and placing it on the sand, away from the water. He didn't expect you to appear this quickly. You merely hummed in response, siren eyes piercing through his but he just stood there unable to form the words, it was like the first time he saw you, playfully rolling your eyes you said, "You know your silence is kind of rude, calling out for me while I was busy sorting out some business," you teased, sheepishly smiling up at him, putting your sharp canines on display for him.

"So that's why you appeared so quickly huh, because you were "busy"" he snapped back in the same teasing tone, you said nothing but shoot a rope of seaweed towards him, too fast for him to react, locking it around his wrist before pulling him into the water with you.

"Okay i'm sorry please don't eat me!" he exclaimed, making you loudly laugh, hands quickly flying to your mouth to muffle your sounds of joy so no one else could hear you. Soon he started to laugh too, slightly embarrassed by his naive outburst. Your joined laughter soon died down before you started nudging him towards the land so he wouldn’t freeze to death, “I can keep up with you I don’t need to be on the sand-“ “I’ll join you,”

Baekhyun looked at you dumbfounded with a slight concern in his eyes, “But you need water don’t you?” you continued to stay quiet, ignoring his calls of staying in the water instead. His protests were short lived once you were behind him, fully on land. He watched how your tail started to slowly shed off from top to bottom freeing your nude lower body.

He could see everything.

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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》MC's Addicted Parents

Mammon《

TW: Substance abuse, abandonment, child neglect, crying.

Scenario: You're an MC with parents who abuse substances. Though you've been on your own for a while now, the trauma from your childhood still follows. This is how Mammon would react.

The brothers and you have a movie night tonight! Once a week you guys all huddle in the common room and watch a movie together. This week it was Belphie's turn to pick the movie.

With you're sitting in between Mammon and Beel on the couch as the movie begins. You quickly realize that this movie could reopen some suppressed memories you've been keeping. The movie contains drug use of two adults and their children getting out of a bad situation.

You manage to keep your cool. You practice a controlled breathing method and it's working pretty well so far. Maybe you can get through this! You don't want to ruin movie night with your issues and you certainly don't want the brothers worrying about you.

You're doing great until there's a scene in the movie where the parents are nodding off on the couch, and their son walks in on them trying to wake them up. This was your breaking point.

You bite your lip as you're watching the movie fighting back tears. Your controlled breathing method no longer works and you feel a lump build in the back of your throat. Mammon has his arm around your shoulder, completely sucked into the movie. Beel to your left is chowing down on popcorn, eyes glued to the screen.

You're trying your best not to let your emotions win, but the screen of the TV is slowly becoming foggy thanks to the tears welling up in your eyes. You think to yourself that you need to get out of here and fast. If you don't,you're going to be a bawling mess in front of the whole HOL.

It feels like a fire is burning on the inside of your throat and your breath starts to hiccup. Uh oh, here comes the waterworks.

You stand up as calmly as you can, trying not to cause a scene. You bend over and whisper is Mammons ear that you're going to the bathroom. Your voice is slightly shaky, causing Mammon's eyes to slightly widen. He tries to take a glance at your face but you turn to leave too quickly for him to catch a glimpse. Are you crying? Why is my human crying?

Mammon can sense something is off. He says nothing, looking at you concerned with your back facing him as you excuse yoursslf from the couch and walk to the door. He turns his head and watches you scurry out of the room, keeping his eyes glued on tryung to asses the situation. He leans back on the couch, biting his nail in worry trying to watch the movie. His mind is racing. Is his human okay? Her eyes looked wet. Nah, maybe it just me. She's just going piss after all.

A few minutes go by, and Mammon snaps up from his seat, catching Beel's attention. " You okay, Mammon?" Mammon ignores his brother and strides out of the room. No, he's not alright. You've been gone for 10 minutes already, and by the sound of your voice earlier, clearly something is up. If you're upset, he's upset. He can't just shake off this feeling that something is wrong.

He checks the closest bathroom near the common room and knocks. " Hey, human! Ya good in there?" There's no reply. Okay, something is definitely up. He runs up the stairs, heading to your room.

Mammon whips your bedroom door open. He finds you laying in your bed face down on your pillow sobbing.

" G-get out!" You yell from your pillow. You don't want him seeing you like this, you don't want to burden him with your trauma. You also find it embarrassing the childhood you lived and shudder at the thought of talking about it.

"PFFFTTT.... Clearly, I'm not leavin'! What's wrong MC?" Mammon says, ignoring your request. He closes the door behind him and flops on your bed next to you, placing a hand on your back. He looks concerned and he is NOT leaving until you tell him what's going on.

Watching that movie made you feel like you're reliving everything all over again. You try to calm yourself down enough to form words, but the world struggle to come out. You continue to cry in your pillow, clutching it closer to your face to muffle whimpers. Mammon lays on the bed next to you, his arm bent on the bed and hand holding his head. " Hey.... MC..... talk to me, darlin'. It's okay, I'm here."

After waiting a few minuets and still no response from you other than tears, he lays on his back and pulls you on top of him. You bury your face in his chest and grip his shirt. He wraps both of his arms around you. The warmth of his body is exactly what you needed. You pull him tighter and feel his heartbeat on your cheek, soothing you with every thump. He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back until you're calm enough to talk.

" M-my parents are like the ones in the m-movie. They did drugs around me all the time. I felt so a-alone. It's like they f-forgot about me and cared about drugs more!" You start bawling your eyes out all over again, slamming your face in Mammon's neck.

Mammon starts to tear up a bit. He's absolutely shattered that you feel forgotten and all alone. He pulls you tighter in his embrace, not caring that his neck his soaked with tears. " I'm so sorry, MC. Ya know, I'm always here for ya." His voice is soft. You feel the vibrations of his voice in his throat, bringing you a sense of comfort.

" I'm sorry ya weren't treated how you deserved to be. But I'm here with ya now, and I ain't ever leaving ya. I promise as your first, I ain't going nowhere." He lifts your face up with a hand under your chin. Despite him blushing a little, he gives you a quick kiss on the lips. He puts his hand on your cheek and wipes a tear away with his thumb. " I love ya, MC. Don't ever forget that."

You guys skip the movie and stay laying in your bed. He's not going to have you sit through a movie that's so hard for you to watch.

When it gets late, he picks you up and walks you to his room so both of you can cuddle on his huge couch, watching a different movie of your choice. You end up falling asleep in his arms before the movie ends. He understands you're tired from the crying you did. When he notices your eyes shut, he can't help but smile softly at your sleeping face. You look so peaceful in your sleep, and he can never imagine how someone could abandon a beautiful soul as you.

He meant what he said, he's not going anywhere. He's going to be by your side until the end of time. The Great Mammon wouldn't dare to forget you.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #obey me mc

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zaacoy · 1 year

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It's 3 am!! You know what that means!!! Delusional tang posting time let's gooo yippee!!!!!!

Said I'd dump S4 Tang thoughts here a week ago and then I just kinda. didn't. oopsies, but I can start now!!

S4 Spoilers below the cut, you have been warned!!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF SORTS AFTER WRITING THIS: WOW IS THIS LONG. I got a little too silly and put too many thoughts down at once oops, prepare to be reading for a good minute you have been warned (twice!!) aughdhsj

My thoughts are so disorganized rn prepare for a rollercoaster of whatever my brain spits out!!

First. Ep 4 intro.

Good to see that Tang still can never have a nice landing unlike everybody else

THE CROCODILE??????? HELLOSNBD?!?

MF GETS BODY SLAMMED?????

THIS SCREAM????? He gets to scream for like, 2. SECONDS. BEFORE HE GETS?? DRAGGED RIGHT BACK INTO THE WATER????

ALL OF THE SCREAMINGSG??? THE BASS???? THE FUCKING GUITAR????????

I can't. I cannot. convey in words how incredibly funny this scene is to me. I can't sit through it and not laugh or start kicking my feet it's just THAT good. They had Z E R O business doing this to him, this scene had absolutely NO REASON to be THIS chaotic but they?? did it anyway????? jgkngm???? I love this show sm

He's so pretty in this specific lighting I need to draw him like this soon or I will explode wowowee

HE DEFLATED. SO FAST.

That's such a funny reaction, no more energy just. Whatever. Eat me I guess I don't care just start cooking so pigsy can come back please. He is so funny

weapon. just straight up bonk him into a demon like a plank of wood

Actually now that I think about it why? Did nobody untie him??? they found him and just left him like that?? Neither of them ever untied him if memory serves I'm pretty sure pigsy did it while he was cooking. ???

"To get crammin' APPARENTLY! HMPF!"

"Oh, haha! I'M the dinner! Excellent."

Good to see Tang's sass and saltiness never leaves, they should let him be sarcastic and talk back more often

Done with all of your bs glares at you glares at you glares at you glares at y

What comes around goes around!!! Their dynamic is fun wahoo

He noms very happily!!! omnomnom (he deserves it at this point mans DESPERATELY needs a break)

THEY DID NOT HAVE TO CALL HIM OIT LIKE THAT DHDHJS PLEASE????? JAJJS The little sad noises he makes as he gets torn into, little guy behavior tbh

"-stop gorging yourself on our rations!" "I'm sorry! It's just I'm stressed okay!?"

STRESS-EATER CONFIRMED!!!!!!!!! YOU AND ME BOTH BUDDY. No wonder he married a cook, wonder if in college everytime Tang was mega stressed about finals or a big deadline coming up (the latter could be true later when he's out of college and had a job too) if pigsy, assuming he had the time, would just make a meal for him. They probably wouldn't be able to spend much time together in that situation so making him something when he knows Tang is stressed seems like a realistic thing for Pigsy to do in order to subtly show he's there for support when need be. Tang pays that kindness forward by actually paying his tab for once coughs

"HEY! I so to am perfect!" (S1)

"hmmmm, if I wasn't so cool and relaxed all the time I'd be reeeeeally worried about the consequences of this" (S1)

"I know my issue is my self confidence" (S4)

(Can't find a way to make it a gif) Tang: so ""relaxed"" in his current situation that he is shaking hard enough to vibrate in place, coupled with the look of completely calm and collected and ""coolness"". (S4)

Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night chan- gets shot

ACTUALLY THo S4 fleshed him out as a character so much, especially when we compare him to how he started all the way back in S1. Beforehand in earlier seasons everything was mostly stable for him. Same places, same people, consistent comfort, it gave him some sense of security that could have made his "calm and relaxed" demeanor viable back then. But now that everythings been thrown up and ruined by powers out of Tang's control, his bubble of safety no longer stands. We begin to see it in season 3 with lady bone demon's attacks + macaque's continued interference. Tang seems a lot more on edge near the latter half of season 3 then he had been all of the rest of the show and there's definitely WAY more panic present as one bad thing after another unfolds, notably when he is quite literally moved to tears as he's forced to forge the samadhi fire. It does kind of consistently crop up during other prior conflicts too but much more mildly and on a more temporary scale. Now, seemingly not long after the lbd incident as mk evidently still hasn't pushed past lbd all that well, his entire framework of stability is practically smashed into pieces. He's stuck in a scroll, he loses track of all of his friends for a while, there is no comfortable safe space for him anymore(a book can probably only realistically tell you so much about a setting, probably not enough to evoke the same familiarity that his house or pigsy's shop does), he literally almost gets eaten, there's ANOTHER massively powerful divine being threatening the safety of his loved ones along with his own, and on top of it all he can't get his powers (which are evidently in DIRE need right now) to work half the time. He had built a dependency on the routine of mundane life beforehand and S4 completely shatters that routine and subsequent stability. It's no wonder why we begin to see him crack, it make sense why we're just now seeing the actual depths of his lack of confidence and his anxiety. This has always been a problem more likely than not, he was able to cope before, or at least hide it, but he can't now. His inability to use his powers properly inevitably worsens the problem. He needs to use his powers but he cant. He needs to be useful, he has to be, but he just can't no matter how long or how hard he tries. Every odd is against him, it's getting to him and it shows. I love how lmk doesn't try to hero-speech it's way out of every character's doubts. I love how they let him break down several times throughout season 4, I love how they let him show emotional weakness not as a plot obstacle that can be ✨✨completely overcome with the power of believing in yourself!! And friends!!! And flashy magic!!! Yayyyyy!!!✨✨ but as a fundamental part of Tang that he just has to work around and deal with it. They obviously can't get too in depth into it (and probably never will) because a. This is a kid show made by Lego, and b. Because he's, y'know, not the main character, but the attention they did bring to it is nice.

I have. Accidently written a paragraph. Oops. uhhhh tldr: They did a good job portraying Tang's internal struggles through S4 while not invalidating his character and behavior from previous seasons. When you kick the rug out from someone's feet and then throw them off a 400ft cliff into a pit full of spikes they're going to be at least a little bit terrified out of their mind and are probably going to understandably show weakness somewhere along the way, I'm glad Lego takes a moment to explore that with Tang at least a little bit.

OKAY!! MOVING ON!!! SORRY ABOUT THAT GHFJJ

Mentioned this earlier on twt but the death grip he maintains on his staff when he gets really scared is a nice touch. He has a history throughout all 4 seasons of latching onto objects or people when he's distressed, a small but fun character detail!

LOOK AT HIM. GIVE HIM A BREAK HE HAS EARNED IT AND HE NEEDS IT PLEEEASDE IM BEGGING SOBS FORERVRRHRHNM

"ahh I'm sorry I'm just- I'm having a melt down and I have no idea what's going on and I just-!"

In line with what I ranted on about for an entire essay earlier- explicit mention of a meltdown! It's quick and short but the fact that they called it a meltdown at all is impressive, this is the first time I can remember a show calling one as such. A meltdown in response to a seeming extended lack of security and a disconnect between Tang and what's going on around him is realistic too, I think at least. The scene right after this when the gang (mostly sandy) does their best to bring Tang back down to earth for a moment was nice, they're such a supportive friend group I love this little found family

DHDJJ???? THIS ENTIRE SCENE WAS GREAT BUT THIS ONE??? WHERE HE JUST GOES ZOOMING THROUGH THE AIR SCREAMMG?? IS HE OKAY?????? HSJH

I HAVE. HIT MY IMAGE LIMIT UMMMM.

I had more to say and I will probably say those later!! For now this is it, it is almost 6 am I should really go to bed augahh

Remember!!!!: live, laugh, tang lego monkie kid. GOODNIGHT!!

#TLDR: Tang.#Can you tell how insane I am about this fictional man #I have so many thoughts about him in my head at all times and S4 made that so much worse!!! grahgahhmnmmmnn #tang lmk #tang monkie kid #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #I am so eepy rahh #Zaacoy rambles🌙

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oddaesthetin · 9 months

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“you’re a stupid, stupid man.” brows furrowed, hands on hips, you stand firmly just in front of the hospital room door. “people call you clever, even the mafia boss considers you scary, but no no, they’re very wrong cause i really think you’re an idiot.”

the pout on dazai’s face grew even bigger, but you knew better than to believe that facade. before he could say anything, you sighed and harshly combed your hair. the man sitting on the bed just watched as you try hard to calm yourself down. the last thing you wanna do to the stabbed man was to insult him and add salt to his injury, quite literally, even more.

“you were perfectly aware yosano would not be able to treat you, correct?”

with the fake pout still on, he scratched his face. “i guess, i might have, just quite, known a little bit.”

“and yet, after the warnings i gave you, you went on and got yourself almost killed.” you sighed again, “were the past action scenes becoming a bit boring to you already and you’re now trying to entangle yourself in people who are absolutely, more physically and naturally capable than you?”

he removed his eyes on you and lied down, then proceeded to turn his back as if hinting he’s hurt and doesn’t wanna talk to you anymore. “i don’t like being scolded by a pretty woman. it makes me look uncool.”

feeling petty, you muttered. “joke’s on you cause you never looked cool anyway.”

which was the perfect response that made him snap from the previous position and looked at you annoyingly. you weren’t that dumb either to not notice how he winced after the sudden movement, clearly reflecting how he’s still in pain and is really just trying his best to look cool.

“how can you not spare the sick man some of your caring side, brains. i thought partners are supposed to care about each other?”

with the second combing of your hair, you sighed again, and finally decided to let your pride go and went close to the bandaged man. he’s gotten you far too soft for him already to try to resist, especially now that he looks this helpless and desperate. you sat on the clear space he provided on his bed.

“stop calling me ‘brains’ you stupid bandage-squandering-machine,” you replied, staring into the air.

at least now you’re relieved he’s fine and functional. said the little voice inside your head.

to be honest, you don’t know what to say anymore which was in contrast to what you were expecting to happen earlier. your fear was far too strong than anger while you were on your way here. but then again, he’s dazai. nothing really affects him. or so he would like to believe.

little did you know tho, it was not just you who became soft. with the silence growing even louder, it is without your notice that the sick man beside you also grew even more concerned if you’re in fact, very seriously angry.

“oi, brains. you mad?” the sick man spoke again. the question remained greeted with silence.

it’s not like you don’t want to answer him, you just don’t know what to answer him. you’re also far too smart to tell him you were scared because again, he’s dazai. he’s smart, and he’s probably expected this already long before it happened. it just bothers you how he can easily offer himself to pain. how casually he let himself be the bait of his own plans, even after knowing there’s you, and other people worrying about him. even after noticing how much change he’s gone into, mentally speaking.

a sudden cold feeling covered your hand. your attention shifted from the air to the chilly hand that’s now covering yours. you looked at his face and noticed the mix of cluelessness and worry in his eyes. you snapped back to reality and blew a breath for the nth time.

“do you wanna stay at my place when you get out of here tomorrow?” you bursted.

taken a back, he answered. “really?” you looked mad just earlier.

“yes. you’re weak, and clearly in pain. you can’t stay alone in your apartment cause we both know you’ll resort to drinking sake and tuna instead of actually eating real food and taking care of yourself. besides…,” you trailed off, “it’s kind of my responsibility as your girlfriend to take care of you.”

the weak man laughed heartily. the mischief now back in his eyes. never in his life did he expect himself to feel this happy and excited about having someone taking care of him. a very beautiful someone. for so long it was just him and his darkness. and to think he used to be sure he knows himself wholly before you came into his life.

“my, my, i guess i’m really that pitiful looking to make you worry about me that bad, huh?”

“yes, but there’s a catch.” you smirked. “i only have one room, and i don’t wanna sleep with a stabbed man so you’d have to sleep in the living room.”

all the happiness and smug he was feeling very obviously escaped his spirit as he let you finish your sentence. it was like giving a kid candy and taking it back after a mere second. it was bullying. he was sure of that.

“but, y/n, you see, i’m sick. it’s actually my hospital bed your sitting on right now. shouldn’t you be the one sleeping on the sofa instead?” the taunting continues, still letting off a smile that was obviously fake.

“what? no. it’s my house, it’s my rules.”

“then we should just stay at my apartment instead and you take care of me there!” he recommended very excitedly. inside his mind, he succeeded, because, yes. he is, indeed, dazai. and he’s expected this long before it happened. and yes, he knew right then he’d be willing to sacrifice himself to any pain if it means you’ll be there to ask him to stay with you and be taken care of by you.

he’s dazai, and he purposely got himself in trouble in order to be babied by you.

like??? i was half asleep when i wrote this. if its not for the note i wrote before i fully went into a slumber, i wouldve never known i wrote this.

THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD YET

and i was actually not sure if i wanted to post it cause the plot was messy and is just full of ramblings but 🥲🥲 its kinda long im gunna feel bad if i let it go to waste

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raptorsaurusmelain · 8 months

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Let me show you... YouTube - chapter 1

Here is the beginning to why the fanfic is called like that XD I created a tag for the fanfic "twst LMSYY" for easier access.

Warning : no proof reading, I have no one to do that.

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After what seemed to last 4h of deaf dialogue with the raven man, a few thing could be highlighted:

The child name was Yuu,

They were both from another world named Earth,

This was Twisted Wonderland like the game that Victoria played and used all her money on it,

Yuu was from Japan and Victoria was from France,

Yuu and Victoria were going to live in the Ramshackle dorm as janitors (like in the game),

Yuu did not know the game Victoria played.

Victoria was now at the entrance of the Ramshackle dorm with Yuu, both shocked by the state of the dorm. The building was in worse condition than what was shown in the game… If they wanted to live here, they needed to renovate it. A LOT.

While Victoria was looking at the headmaster going away with a spring in his steps, she began a small talk.

"So… Yuu… I am Victoria Devi like I said earlier. What's your age? You seem quite young."

"I am 15 this year but I still have a baby face. And you?" answered Yuu.

Victoria nodded. "I am 29. You are 15… It is young indeed… You should be playing with your friend, not be a janitor of some sort." She sighed. "We have long hours in front of us to renovate this place. Don't worry, I know how to do some stuff, I watched YouTube."

Yuu arched an eyebrow "YouTube? Are you sure we can do this with the help of… YouTube?"

Victoria laughed "oh trust me, I did many things with the help of YouTube. I learnt how to do my taxes thanks to it."

A noise was heard and made Victoria and Yuu jumped. It was…

"The almighty Grim is here !!!"

The cat.

After a few minutes of fighting where Victoria decided to not interfere, a cold hand touched her. Wait a minute there wasn't supposed to be anyone with Grim, Yuu and her.

She turned her head and saw a smiling ghost face. Victoria yelled on top of her lungs. "GHOOOOOOOOSTS"

She did forget about this detail. The prologue of the game was a long time ago for her, who was in chapter 7. Of course she forgot some details. The most obvious one.

The ghosts of Ramshackle laughed at her reaction. "The livings are always so funny" said ghost A.

Aaaand the battle scene with the ghost began. Yuu yelled their order to Grim so he could attack the 3 ghosts.

Yuu and Grim were, of course, victorious and like typical villains, the trio said a good "we shall win next time !"

Victoria thanked the duo from the bottom of the heart. She was too frightened to do anything, yet she was the adult in charge. She wasn't the bravest woman on the planet and it was proven just by this event.

Then Crowley came by and like in the game, there was the fight where he transformed himself into a ghost. Victoria had only one thought [grilled bird for tonight please…]

Once the whole “wow so cool you’re going to be a beast tamer *wink wink* Ok Grim can be here too. *wink wink* but you’re still janitors because why not ? Oh, I am so gracious” Victoria decided that the bird man needed a little… reminder.

“Yuu, choose your room, I have to speak to Crowley.” Yuu nodded and began their quest.

“Headmaster Crowley” mumbled the man.

Victoria closed the distance between the two of them “Listen to me little bird. I can understand that I am supposed to be a janitor, but they are still a child and they should learn. They have to go to class too”

“Or what ?” asked the crow.

Victoria had a sinister smile “I will make you understand the sentence “fiscal fraud”.“

The crow became flustered “Wha-what are you on about ?”

“I know a bribe when I see one.” Answered the lady.

“And how ?” asked the headmaster, not liking what the woman was implying.

“Bribe seminar from the lab I used to work for” shrugged the woman.

“...”

“And YouTube of course.” She smirked.

Tagged : @boba-tea-sipsip

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst lmsyy

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I’m currently working on chapter 5 of my Wind-centric fic ‘Fish Out of Water’ but I’ve hit a but of a writer’s block. I have every scene planned out, so I know what I want to write, i’m just having trouble actually writing it. I have one scene done, and I wanted to put the WIP on here.

It features an argument between Sky and Wind. Wind, feeling isolated from the rest of The Chain, has found solitude in the experiences he shares with Sky. Sky, not knowing why Wind has drawn away from the others, is happy to try and help their youngest. However, their experiences aren’t the same, and things come to a head when one of their companions are brought up.

Hopefully putting something out there will get me out of this block. The passage is gonna be below this block, and the fic is up on my pinned post. Please let me know what y’all think, any feedback is super appreciated!

Sky and Wind reach the Plaza, just as the sun touches the tops of the clouds. It’s not evening yet, but it will be soon, and the sight from there is still one of his favourite things about Skyloft. Sky can’t wait to show Wind the sunset. It’s one of the best parts of living on Skyloft: the sunset over the clouds is absolutely stunning.

The duo sits on a bench in the main plaza across from the Light tower, and just take in the sights, the breeze of the sailor’s namesake ruffling their hair and moving the clouds that make up the chosen’s name.

Not one to let the silence sit, Sky turns to Wind and asks, “You talked about your Phantom Sword earlier, how you used it on your second adventure. What about your first one?”

Wind stills, and looks up at Sky from his shoulder where he had been resting. Sky continues, unperturbed. “You mentioned before how you used the Master Sword, right?”

“Yeah, I had the Master Sword during my first adventure.” Wind responds quietly, after a minute. “I had to power it up to make sure it could actually ki- defeat Ganondorf.”

“Oh, so like me!” Sky smiles down at Wind. “I had to forge the Goddess sword in three fires to be able to create the Master Sword.”

“Oh, that’s actually pretty cool.” Wind is slightly smiling back at Sky. “The sages powered up my sword after I was able to wake their memories. Medli, one of the sages, played a harp. Reminds me of yours!”

“Well, one day I’d love to hear her song.” A beat of silence passes, before Sky continues. “So, what happened to the Master Sword anyways? You know, considering you're not using her anymore.

Wind’s smile drops, hoping he had successfully changed the topic away from the sword, but failing, as he’s looking down at Sky’s sword now. He takes a few minutes to respond, which worries Sky. He doesn’t want to cause Wind any undue stress, but the silence coming from the sailor makes him worry about what could’ve happened to Fi.

A few minutes more pass, and Sky is sure that the worry is starting to show on his face, because Wind finally looks up to Sky whispers. “Do you remember how exactly I beat Ganondorf? When I told you all of my final battle?”

Before Sky can answer, Wind continues. “When I finally ended Ganondorf, I saw the life leave his eyes as his body turned to stone. The sword was already wedged deep in his skull as it surrounded it, and the castle which we fought atop of was filling quickly with water. By the time that I came back to myself after the fight, I was in a magical bubble being pulled away from the arena.”

A look of horror is dawning on Sky’s face as he takes in exactly what Wind is saying, but he can't bring himself to believe it. “Wind. What happened to the Master Sword?”

Wind flinches at the dark tone in Sky’s voice. Wind opens his mouth, but he can’t bring himself to give a response. He tries to lower his head, but Sky grabs his shoulders and forces him to look up. “What did you do to Fi?”

Their eyes meet, the desperation in Sky’s clashes with the apprehension in Wind’s, the undertones of fear, though for different reasons, are present in both. The breeze is silent as the two stare at each other. It takes a minute before Wind can finally muster the strength to answer. The one answer that Sky was dreading.

“I left the sword in Ganondorf’s skull as I was brought to the surface. When his body turned to stone, and I was dragged away, I didn’t have any chance to grab it.”

“I had to leave the Master Sword at the bottom of the ocean.”

Sky’s hands drop to his sides, letting go of Wind’s shoulders as the youngest backs up into the bench’s armrest, watching as Sky’s face slowly turns into one of panic; one hand raising to cover his mouth, followed by the other, holding back a silent whimper at the thought of his sole companion being left to drown under the sea.

Wind tried to say something to Sky, inching closer to comfort him, but before he can even raise his arm, Sky’s hands drop from his face and the looks of panic morphs into one of fear, then sadness, then anger. Wind can feel his shout before he hears it.

“What do you mean? What do you mean you just left her at the bottom of the ocean?” The shout ends up being barely a whisper, although Wind still flinches back as if he’s being screamed at. The quiet doesn’t last for long, though, as Sky’s voice gradually picks up in volume as he continues.

“Did you really just leave her down there? Didn’t she help you to defeat your evil? Didn’t she mean something to you? Did you drown her on purpose?” Sky is yelling more with every sentence, and Wind is starting to tear up, although Sky can’t see it through the blur of tears forming in his own eyes.

“She means so much to me! I forged her, and I know you did too! Did that mean nothing? Do you just not care about my companion? You know how much she means to me!”

“You just LEFT her to drow-”

“DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT!!!”

Wind’s yell pierces the air, cutting through Sky’s rant about his companion. It forces Sky to finally look down at the youngest, and he can see the tears forcing their way through his closed eyes and down his face, his breathing heavy as he continues.

“Do you think I don’t know that I killed her? I do! Of course I do! It’s all I could think about when you told me that sword had a soul! It never spoke to me! It never cared about me - why would it? I never deserved it! The Goddesses never cared about me! It was just a goddess-damned sword when I held her!

I killed Ganondorf down there! I’m the one who fuckin’ killed King! I couldn’t save MY companion! When I learned I left Fi to die, that I killed THREE people, I - I couldn’t - fuck I -”

Wind’s rant is cut short as Sky pulls him into his chest, and Wind freezes before he grasps tightly into the sailcloth around Sky’s shoulders, sobs wracking his body as whispers of “sorry, I’m so sorry, please I’m sorry,” fill the space between the two.

There are no apologies, there is no forgiveness coming from Sky as he holds Wind. He is still mourning the loss of his closest friend. Tears silently roll down his face as he holds Wind tighter; whether it’s a form of comfort for Wind, or for himself, he can’t say. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

Maybe Sky – if he was in a better space – would tell Wind that it wasn’t his fault, for either Fi or King; that he tried his best, and that it’s okay. Maybe Wind would tell Sky that Fi is still alive, here and now, and across other times, as well. Maybe someday they would be okay, with their own mistakes, and with each other, but right now, they are not.

The breeze returns, caressing their two children as they sit there for hours, wrapping them in a chilling embrace, wishing it could give the two their companions back, and just hoping that it can be enough.

It isn’t.

They miss the sunset.

#linked universe #lu wind #lu sky #fanfiction #wip #inject the angst into my veins #i have even more angst planned so don't worry

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dbs-scans · 2 years

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PASH! Magazine Interview

Hello, all! We have for you an exclusive magazine interview between the voice actors for Hanako-kun and Yashiro Nene, Ogata Megumi-san and Kitou Akari-san, that was published in the April 2020 issue of PASH! magazine!

Click below to read our translation!

Role of Hanako-kun ・Ogata Megumi & Role of Nene・Kito Akari [Last name, First name]

(Ogata Megumi. Representative of Breathe Arts. Performances: Ikari Shinji from “Transforming Bullet Train Robot Shinkalion”, and others.)

(Kito Akari. Affiliate of PRO・FIT [Inc.]. Performances: Nezuko from “Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)”, Himesska Nao from “Wataten!: An Angel Flew Down to Me”, and others.)

Hanako-kun, Nene, and Kou are disjointed. Even still, they are strangely well-balanced.

Ogata Megumi-san, who plays 3 roles, and Kito Akari, who plays the worried maiden Nene, look back on the 9th episode.

Nene can’t interfere with Hanako-kun, Amane, and Tsukasa’s relationship.

(Right to Left)

Hanako-kun, Nene, and Kou’s interactions are the spice of the story, but how do Ogata-san and Kito-san feel about it?

Ogata: They’re just like an assistant and servant? They might be friends, but they also might not be… A “Let’s fight something together!” kind of team feeling, perhaps.

Kito: It certainly seems like everyone is disjointed.

Ogata: Yes, disjointed! So I think as a whole their relationship has a nice balance, albeit a strange one.

What do you two think is Kou’s charm?

Ogata: He’s like a cute puppy (Lol).

Kito: (Lol). I also started thinking more about it after Chiba (Shoya)-kun’s performance. At another interview, I was asked “Between Nene and Kou, who do you think is the real heroine?”. Of course, I thought it was Nene, but I can still see that he’s a cute kid.

Conversely, the older brother, Teru, is the student council president, and he creates a calm atmosphere. If you were a high school student, would you be more attracted to Kou or Teru?

Kito: As I’m attracted to the older type, it’d be Teru-kun.

Ogata: I like both of them… Hmm… (Lol).

Speaking of Kou, the scene where he makes donuts with Nene made your heart pound, right?

Kito: It was a scene that really made my heart pound. Though he acts like a poor cook, he does all of the housework at home. How cool of him.

Ogata: Right? That’s a plus for me. Earlier, I said “I like both of them…” but maybe Kou is the better one. I mean, a man like Teru who can’t cook but arrogantly eats the food is no good (Lol). When it comes to marriage, it’s gotta be Kou!

But regrettably, it seems Nene doesn't think that way about Kou.

Ogata: Doesn’t Nene have a radar for good-for-nothing men?

Kito: (Lol). Nene’s a dreamer, it can’t be helped.

From here on, we'll be asking questions about each of the episodes. Please tell us your thoughts on Hanako-kun’s and Nene’s meeting from the first and second episode.

Kito: Nene-chan still didn’t really understand Hanako-kun yet, so there were times where she was manipulated by him. I profoundly remember a scene where Nene gets a lecture from Hanako-kun about romance.

Ogata: Seriously, what an unhelpful guy (Lol).

Kito: It’s true! (Lol) Also, when Nene and Hanako-kun were in the vegetable garden talking about “Radish Legs,” I had fun doing the voice for the radish.

Ogata: That happened, didn’t it!

Was there any acting direction for radish legs?

Kito: There was. At first, I used a high-pitched voice. Afterwards, I was told “Please use a more radish-like, plump voice.” But the TV broadcast ended up using the high-pitched voice (Lol).

In episodes 3-4 “The Misaki Stairs,” Nene thinks Hanako-kun likes her, and misunderstood him in the fifth episode. What are your thoughts on that?

Kito: Yukana-san’s performance as Yako in The Misaki Stairs was amazing. Listening to Fox Yako’s voice was a real joy in particular.

Ogata: Yukana-san is like an eternally youthful apparition herself. As expected of Yukana (Lol).

Kito: I thought Episode 5 was straight out of Shoujo manga. If a boy acts like Hanako-kun did, a girl’s bound to misunderstand. I think Hanako-kun’s a natural at seducing girls. (Lol).

Ogata: He wasn’t conscious of his conduct and thought nothing of it. In episode 1, he says “I’ll have you pay me back with your body.”, but all he means is that he wanted an assistant to work for him. He didn’t mean anything bad. That’s why he meekly apologized with “I’m sorry” when he saw Nene crying. However, he isn’t always unintentional. I think he definitely knows the implications of what a “kokeshi” is (Lol). Since Hanako-kun also died when he was in middle school, his speech might be afflicted by “chuunibyou”, or middle school syndrome.

Kito: Nene always insists that Hanako-kun isn’t her type, so I think they’re the same in that regard.

Ogata: Nene is a young girl that’s in love with love itself, but she gives up quickly (Lol). Even while talking about how cool (Hyuuga) Natsuhiko-senpai was, when he got taken by the supernatural on the other side of the door, she ruthlessly cut in with “I’ve got a feeling he’ll be fine” (Lol).

Both the search for Hanako-kun’s secret in “The 4PM Bookstacks” and the appearance of Hanako’s look-alike, Tsukasa, really progressed the story quickly in Episodes 6-7.

Ogata: From then on, I started voicing Hanako-kun, Amane, and Tsukasa. I’m not sure if I should say I voice two roles, or if it’s better to say I voice three… nevertheless, when the time comes, I follow my feelings while acting each character.

Kito: Even now, the heavy scenes have been appearing little by little, but the story of Amane and Tsuchigomori-sensei’s past hit deep. His past is so painful...

Kitou-san, what are your feelings about Hanako-kun/Amane’s and Tsukasa’s relationship?

Kito: Even Nene can’t seem to interfere in their relationship. After she learned of Hanako-kun’s past, Nene herself could feel the distance.

Ogata: Nene usually disregards the distance between herself and other people and intrudes, but this time she read the atmosphere, which is impressive. But when she said “But this is worse than I thought! It's too heavy! It's too much trouble!!” it showed how she really felt.

Kito: Well, it is too heavy! (Lol).

It seems that from Episode 8 and on, Tsukasa, Sakura, and Natsuhiko go all out and start to make their move.

Kito: They’re a trio just like the main characters, but they’re a completely different type. More mature, I think.

Ogata: Sakura’s legs are also different from Nene’s. They’re very alluring.

Kito: Truly. Still, Nene found mutual understanding with her adversary Sakura. I loved how Nene lowered her defenses during their girls’ talk. (Lol).

Do you have any other scenes you liked?

Ogata: I enjoyed Episode 9, where I got to act with the voice actors of the apparitions that appeared beyond the doors. It was fun.

Kito: If we’re talking about Episode 9, it was entertaining how useless Natushiko-senpai was, I loved it. It made me laugh in the manga, but having it voiced powered up the scene's entertainment value (Lol).

Ogata: Deplorable people = Takahiro Mizushima [Natsuhiko’s VA]. Ah, I mean it in that his acting is skillful, of course. (Lol)

Kito: I also liked when Hanako was confronted by Tsukasa in Episode 7 and looked like he was incapable of saying anything. Even now, I can’t forget Hanako-kun’s dejected facial expression. It was deeply moving.

Please leave a message to readers who are excited for Episode 10 and onwards.

Ogata: Episode 10 is actually being dubbed after this, so whatever kind of development awaits us, we, like the viewers, are looking forward to it.

Kito: I have no doubt that it’ll be entertaining. Please watch the rest of the Hanako-kun cast’s journey.

#toilet bound hanako kun #anime #pash! magazine #interview #jibaku shonen hanako kun

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theresthesnitch · 2 years

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The Time Between

deleted scenes from one last time (never enough)

Below is a selection of the scenes I wrote but cut from the five years apart. These were mostly cut for space, but also because this wasn’t where I wanted the story to go. I wanted it to be a small glimpse into their lives in those years, and how they were struggling. As I mentioned in an ask response, I had a whole bunch of additional scenes I never wrote that could have honestly been a whole fic in and of itself.

twenty weeks after the end

Lily rolled out the dough into a thin, even layer. She pressed the biscuit cutter into the dough, leaving eight clean hearts behind. She carefully extracted each heart, placing it on the prepared baking sheet. Lily pinched a bit of the sugar crystals between her finger, rubbing them together to distribute the—

Oh. Lily's hand flew to her stomach. That was new. It felt, um, wrong? Like a little flutter. Was it supposed to feel like that?

Lily had never wished more for her mother to be close by than she did now. Her mother would surely be able to tell her if this was something to be concerned about. She had attended appointments at the muggle doctor, but they tried to otherwise limit their time in the village. They couldn't really be sure it was safe. An extra trip for a small flutter was hardly worth it.

Lily abandoned the biscuits half finished on the counter, retreating to the cool, dim quiet of the sitting room. She sat on the couch, hand pressed to her stomach, not sure if she was hoping to feel it again or not to. It didn’t return for a long, long time.

***

It turns out that the taskforce was a lot less action that James had anticipated and a lot more like studying for N.E.W.T.s—which made it particularly unfortunate that James and Sirius were strictly restricted from sharing any information about it with Remus. If anyone could have sorted through all of these books and notes and figured out just what the hell Voldemort was doing, it was Remus.

They didn’t understand until one Thursday afternoon when Remus came back from meeting with Dumbledore while James and Sirius were neck deep in musty copies of library books. Remus ignored them and went straight for the small bar they kept in the corner of their shared flat, pulling out a nearly full bottle of scotch and not even bothering to find a glass before he took a swig.

Sirius and James exchanged a look of raised eyebrows, followed by a glance at the clock. Two o’clock was awfully early to hit the bottle that hard.

“Tough meeting?”

Remus let out a hard laugh, humorless and full of exasperation. “You could say that. I know why he wouldn’t let me on the taskforce now.”

Sirius stood, taking a step toward Remus. “What did he say?”

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Remus took another swig, “but he has a project for me that only I can do. No one else has the appropriate skills, as it were, to blend in.”

The room went silent. James swallowed hard, biting back the fear rising in his belly at what Remus wasn’t saying.

Werewolves.

***

“Lily? Are you here?”

Lily was still on the couch, sitting in the near darkness of twilight. She didn’t answer, unsure if her voice could even be heard. A moment later, Mary walked into the sitting room, waving her wand to flick on the recessed lights, her magic spreading down the track to illuminate the room. Mary jumped when she saw Lily sitting in the room.

“Merlin, Lily. You scared me half to death! What are you doing in here? Did you not hear me call you?”

Lily looked up at her friend, the stiffness in her neck letting her know it was the first time that she had moved in—how long had she been here? Hours?—since she sat down. Lily worried her lip between her teeth, trying to find the words to tell Mary what had happened.

“Lily, what’s wrong?”

“I, uh—” Lily paused, and sighed heavily. “I felt—something earlier, and I’m not— I think something is wrong.”

Mary knelt in front of her, replacing Lily’s hand on her stomach. “Here? What did you feel?”

“Um,” Lily tried to clear her brain of the fog of worry that had settled in there. “A flutter, maybe. Or a bump?”

Mary smiled. “Like butterfly wings?”

Lily looked at her friend blankly. “Yeah, kind of, I guess.”

Mary’s smile widened. “I think the baby is moving, Lily.”

Lily’s hand was back on her stomach. “Really? You think the baby is moving? How do you know? Isn't it too early? Why hasn’t it moved again?”

“The doctor gave me a book to read. You didn’t seem ready for it, but I thought one of us should know.” Mary ran her hand over Lily’s belly again. “It’s supposed to be pretty sparse for the first few days, but eventually the baby will move all the time. The baby is just little now.”

Lily ran her hand along her stomach again, no longer afraid but now amazed at what the little bump could mean. Her baby was there—really there. This was real. This piece of her and of James growing inside of her and—

And Lily was once again wishing the war would end so that she could share moments like this with James.

***

“He can’t make you do that.” Sirius was now standing in front of Remus, practically yelling in his fear. “You can’t go.”

Remus stood his ground, facing down an emotional and flustered Sirius. “Do you think I want to go? Do you think that I would choose this? I don’t want to!”

“So don’t!”

James felt a bit like he was invading a private argument, as though he was not also friends with them and they were not having this fight in front of him. Which was crazy, because it shouldn’t feel like a private moment that would exclude him. They were all friends, equally, and James cared about Remus’s well being just as much as Sirius did.

“I don’t have a choice. He’s right. There’s no one else who can do this. It has to be me.” Remus began rubbing the still raised skin of the scar that showed just under his sleeve cuff.

“But you could get hurt!”

“If I don’t go, others will get hurt. I might be able to help.” Remus took a step toward Sirius, his hand outstretched slightly, palm up.

“You can’t go because I can’t lose you.”

A heavy quiet fell over the room, and it felt like the room was charged with electricity that had the potential to burn them all to the ground.

Before anything could happen, however, Sirius turned and walked straight out the front door to the flat.

“Sirius, wait.” Remus took a step to follow him, but Sirius closed the door behind him. Remus was left standing, watching the door as though it might open again if he just waited. It did not.

“Remus?”

His back was to James, so James didn’t even know that Remus was crying until he raised a hand and wiped his face. “It’s fine. He’s just worried. He’ll be back.”

“When do you have to go?”

Remus turned to face James, and neither of them addressed the redness in his eyes. “Tomorrow. I’ll be gone for two weeks.”

The full moon was a week away, so Remus would be gone a week before and a week after the moon. “Will you be able to let us know you are safe?”

Remus shook his head, and James could see him swallow before he spoke. “I don’t think it would be safe, but I’ll be fine. I’ll be back in two weeks.”

“Please be safe.” James looked toward the door again. “We’ll both miss you.”

Remus took another drink from the whiskey bottle in his hand. “Me too.”

He walked out of the room and back toward his bedroom, and James was left thinking about Remus and Sirius and the way James didn’t quite understand what just happened. And, for some inexplicable reason, James missed Lily deep in his bones.

This war needed to end soon.

***

seven months after the end

It wasn’t enough.

Lily had read the books and knew that this was a likely side effect of pregnancy. It was just something that people dealt with, though most people weren’t locked in a small cabin, away from their partner and anyone else who might be able to relieve this tension.

She should be able to take care of it herself. She had never had trouble with that before, but she felt so uncomfortable in her body with her growing stomach and the way her body was softening in other areas. She struggled to get the right angle and the right motion and the right feeling.

And now she was crying because she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm, and what the hell was she supposed to do now?

“Lily? Are you alright?”

Lily quickly covered herself with the blankets as Mary opened the door to her room and walked in. She sniffed, wiping her face. “I’m fine.”

Mary froze in the doorway, looking at Lily in the dim light from the hallway. Lily wondered what she looked like—could Mary see her red, tear-stained cheeks? Could she tell how upset Lily was?

“Lil, I can tell you’re not. Could you tell me what’s wrong?”

Lily shook her head. “It’s stupid.”

“If you’re crying, it’s not stupid.” Mary walked in and sat on the edge of her bed. “Tell me. Maybe I can help.”

Lily covered her face with her hands. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I promise I won’t.”

“I can’t—come.”

Lily moved her hands from her face just in time to see Mary’s look of surprise. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m so fucking horny because of this stupid fucking baby and the stupid fucking hormones, but I can’t get myself there. If we weren’t here, or if James was here, I could just get him to fuck me.” Lily threw her hands out in frustration, then grabbed the top of her blanket and pulled under her chin. “I’m fine. I’ll get over it. It’s not something you can help me with.”

Mary cocked her head to the side. “It’s not?”

Lily’s eyes snapped to Mary’s. “What?”

“I could help you.” Mary reached her hand up and grabbed Lily’s hand. “I could help you get off.”

“I—um.” Lily felt like her mind was reeling. What did this mean?

“Only if you want.” Mary shrugged. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just an orgasm.”

“You would want to?”

“Lily, we’ve been here for more than half a year, and there’s no telling how long we’ll be here. Other than you, the only people we’ve really seen are Dr. Johnson and Ms. Meyer at the grocers. I don’t know about you, but I’m not keen on either of them touching me.” Mary shivered, as though the thought was actually repulsive. “I would really like to touch and be touched again, if you want that to.”

Lily rubbed a hand across her forehead, considering what Mary was offering. “I don’t think— It wouldn’t—” Lily sighed, then started again. “I’m not sure that I could promise you anything, relationship wise. I still love James, and I want to see if we can make things work when the war is finally over. I couldn’t promise you anything more than— than—”

“An orgasm?” Mary was smiling widely now.

Lily felt a light blush color her cheeks, and she was suddenly very aware that she was naked and Mary was sitting on her bed. “Yeah. Or a few, maybe.”

Mary shrugged. “That’s all I want right now. If you do?”

Lily threw her head back. “Merlin, yes.”

Mary laughed. “Well, you first, I think.”

Lily watched as Mary’s hand slid across her arm and shoulder until she reached the edge of the blanket over her chest. She marveled at the way Mary’s dark skin looked against her pale skin in the soft light from the hallway, as the dim light added to the magic of the moment.

Mary leaned forward, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss as she slowly lowered the blanket, her hand brushing lightly over Lily’s breasts and bulging stomach, and Lily gasped as Mary’s fingers met Lily’s wetness.

She was so keyed up that it only took a few minutes of careful touches and caresses until Lily was coming by her friend’s hand. Lily was still trembling as Mary pressed gentle kisses on her cheeks and forehead. “Feel better?”

A bubble of surprised laughter escaped Lily’s lips. The release had brought so much clarity to Lily’s mind, but the look in Mary’s eye had her wanting more. “Much. Your turn now.”

***

For the last several months, James had watched Remus and Sirius carefully dance around each other. There was clearly something more between them than what either of them shared with James, though he was certain that they were trying to hide it from him. He wasn’t clear why. Surely, surely, they knew he would be happy for them. Surely, they knew he wouldn’t hate them or reject them simply because they loved each other?

James watched as Remus brushed a hand along Sirius’s shoulder as he walked to the kitchen with a cooling cup of tea, before going back to acting like they hadn’t touched at all. It was in this moment, as he watched his friends trying to keep their distance that James realized he had to say something.

James took a deep breath. With Peter out of the flat for work, it seemed like the perfect time. “I’m okay with it, you know.”

Sirius and Remus both turned to him, twin eyes of confusion pointed his way. “With what?” Sirius finally asked.

“The two of you. Whatever this is you’re doing. Dating or—or shagging or whatever.”

Remus began laughing from the kitchen, setting down his mug on the counter before holding himself up with a palm pressed into the counter. Sirius furrowed his brows. “Of course, you’re okay with it. Were we supposed to assume you wouldn’t be?”

James shrugged. “It seems like you’ve been trying to hide it.”

“Well, sure.” Remus had finally managed to control his laughter from the kitchen. “That’s not because we thought you’d have a problem with it, though.”

“You didn’t care when Marlene and Dorcas started dating.” Sirius pointed out. “Why would we assume it would be different for us?”

It was James’s turn to look between his friends in confusion. “Then why are you hiding it?”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a nervous glance at that. “Well, um,” Sirius tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, “because of Lily.”

James’s heart plummeted. It was the first time her name had been spoken aloud—at least to him—since she had left with Mary. “What does she have to do with it?”

Remus sighed. “You’ve been sad since she left, and you haven’t tried to see anyone else. We didn’t want to, I don’t know, rub it in your face that we were together and happy.”

Remus walked over and took Sirius’s hand, and as Sirius smiled up at him softly, James realized they had been hiding far more than he realized.

“You don’t have to do that.” James looked down at his hands, linking his fingers together. “I’m sorry you’ve felt the need to. I’m fine, really.”

“James, we haven’t minded.” Remus looked sincere as he said it. “We don’t want to make things harder for you. Not if we can prevent it.”

“Please don’t hide. There’s—” James felt his throat grow thick, and swallowed once to get past it “—there’s not enough happy in the world right now. We could all use a little more.”

That was it. From then on, Remus and Sirius didn’t make extra effort to hide from James. James, in turn, tried to ignore the pit in his stomach that wouldn’t go away.

#one last time (never enough)#deleted scenes #the time between

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doevademe · 1 year

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Now that I think about it. What would it be like? A PJO and HoO series in 2022 ? (cause let's be honest, the premise I'm gonna propose would never happen in the 2000s) the difference being that Nico is closer to Percy's age, he's still saved by him, still falls for him, gets to know each other better and become friends, Percy gets to realise he's attracted to boys too (specifically one devoted and sarcastic friend of his), Nico learns that even if Percy's brave and loyal (and dreamy) he's not perfect but still loves him with all his shortcomings, I imagine that here Nico deals better with Bianca's death, he's overall less traumatized than canon because this time around he's older and has a true friend in Percy (not that guilt filled bond they got in canon) he's still angry and sad and grieving but he's not alone in that, instead of this turning them against each other like attended in canon, it unites them and .... I'm rambling and saying too much on your own blog, but I really love your work and your vision of the characters so i really want your input on this, of you will 😅

I think what I amtrying to say is, I want to know what a relationship between Percy and Nico would look like if Nico was put in Annabeth's place as love interest? I don't like percabeth's dynamic, seems a good one between best friends but not as a couple, too mean spirited, whereas with Percico I think would be softer, cuter, fluffier even. Percy is caring and Nico loving and would actually blossom quicker I think than percabeth and putting them through Bianca's death, the great prophecy, Percy's disappearence, Tartarus ..etc would come up even angstier and heartwrecking! Do you see the missed opportunities, the potential, it just.....why isn't THAT the canon 😭 and I m sorry I ended up writing more 🙊

I hope you don't mind me saving your first ask (the prompt) for later, as I need to do some thinking and rereading for that one.

Like, I'm of two minds when it comes to Percy and Nico's canon relationship. On the one hand, I love how tempestous and filled with emotion it is. The reason it was so easy for Riordan to write Nico's feelings for Percy is because their relationship has always been portrayed as them being there for each other. When Nico is in danger, it is always Percy who worries and goes after him, and when Percy needs help, it's Nico who leaves everything behind for him. Their relationship is just perfect as is, except for the fact that it can't be romantic unless it's unrequited. Having them closer in age for me changes nothing, because what makes them work as a couple is not impeded by their age difference, but rather by authorial intent.

Nico is a plot device for Riordan. He knows or finds out about things because there needs to be someone to tell Percy, and Chiron, Annabeth, and the Olympians are perfectly happy keeping quiet. He gave Nico all the cool powers so he could gather info for Percy, and a penchant to help him when he needs it most, and then told everyone that it was just because he had a passing fancy on Percy and that his true love is the guy he never mentioned or noticed until the last book. That's a cop-out if I've ever seen one.

The issue with that intent is that Percy and Nico's interactions are just interesting to read and enjoyable. They talk and the scene becomes just about them. Annabeth and Rachel (Percy's actual love interests) stop existing for a while in BotL because Nico needs to talk about belonging. They can have a talk where the world is at stake, where they scare campers for fun, or where they talk about christmas gift shopping and it's the most enrapturing thing ever.

I mean, I already wrote a whole fic about rewriting PJO and HOO with Nico as Percy's love interest, so I think that answers your question of how I would do it, but writing them as a couple far earlier in the story requires more thought, because quite frankly, Nico and Percy are full of flaws and could easily make each other worse because of them. Nico expects Percy to read him like a book while also trying to keep his feelings hidden from him, and Percy expects Nico to just tell him stuff without having to ask and refuses to see hints. A healthy version of Percico while they are young can exist, and they'd be really happy, but it requires a lot of communication and maybe outside help.

That would make for a fantastic story in itself, because a Percy that loves Nico from the start would definitely get together with him as early as Battle of the Labyrinth, but to maintain that relationship and keep it healthy? They'd both have to grow a ton, and that's conflict, which makes for a good story.

#Percico #long post #analysis #I just... love these two so much #it's okay if you want to rant about them too #I'm right with ya

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