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yxami · 1 year

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Hiii! How are you??

Can you write about a yan!nerd? Like he is the perfect student council present, really cocky, ironic and he usually is bickering reader. I would love to see their dynamic from your point of view!!!

Love your writing, you're so talented

Feeling happy! Thank you for asking. How I imagine a yandere nerd that’s a student council president is to be paired up with some sort of delinquent reader. It makes sense how they would butt heads often, making it the perfect dynamic! Thank you for asking and the compliment! So sweet anon!

description: yandere nerd, student council president nerd, delinquent reader, gn reader, slight nsfw at the end,

Teachers warned him about you. How you got into fights often and how you refused to listen to anyone who tried setting any authority over you. You were frustrating! Not even teachers wanted to deal with you.

That’s why they asked him to deal with you. The upstanding star student, making his way as student council president in his freshmen year. Now, for sure making it as valedictorian of your class. He was the ideal guy, smart, handsome, and kind! Kind to everyone except you.

You didn’t deserve his kindness! Especially not with your attitude! Which is why the both of you fought often, more with words rather than punches, he would never stain his record.

“What is this?” He slammed a paper filled with printed black ink, likely something of importance. You yawned lazily scanning over the paper, seeing that it was your record with all the punishments you’ve gotten. Regardless, you could care less.

“A paper? I thought even you would know that” You looked up, now staring at the student council president that always seemed to interfere with your school life.

“What’s on the paper, genius. Did you get into another fight? Are you really going to make our school look awful by stirring up more trouble?” He glared at you, as if he was the principal of the school, scolding you for another wrong doing.

Your rolled your eyes, showing no interest in talking about your record. It was obvious you weren’t going to change. Why didn’t he just give up already?

“You’re like a mom, nagging me alllll the time. Do you ever loosen up?” You put your arm around his shoulder, you being taller than him was always fun to show when you teased him.

“Because! I seem to be the only one who can deal with you. If you were behaved then you wouldn’t have to deal with me nagging you” He hissed, already annoyed with your responses so far.

“Awh, are we a match made in heaven?” You brought your face close to his, no longer wrapping your arm around him. You scanned his eyes to see how he would react, you were almost unable to keep a straight face.

“W-what! No way, I would never be paired with the likes of you!” He pushed you away, blush dusting his cheeks as his irritated expression was steady.

“Pff! That got you mad huh? Your cheeks are even red!” You laughed, unable to control the laughter at his funny expression. He was so mad, his face was red! It was a funny sight in itself, even more humorous with his defensive words.

Little did you know, the red on his face wasn’t out of anger. It was out of a flustered reaction from your words. His heart beat was beating way faster then he needed. Almost as if he was nervous? Why would he be nervous at you joking that the two of you were destined together?

He quickly stormed off after that interaction, failing to keep his thoughts together. Why did he get weird after that? Did he like you? No fucking way! He’d never like you! You were the complete opposite of him, you had no goals, you had no plans, you weren’t ideal. If he were to get with someone, it would most likely be the student council vice president.

She was a high achieving girl, receiving grades right below him. She was smart, hardworking, and pretty. Yet she didn’t manage to interest him, no matter how many flirty comments she made or slight touches of his arm.

The only person who made him interested and embarrassed with their touches was you. He would never admit it out loud but after that interaction, your touches made him even more flustered. He was now unable to handle your teases where you brought your hands up to his.

Sometimes you’d tease him and intertwine your fingers with his, saying he did a good job in catching you when you broke rules. All of it was jokes to you, but when you got actually mad, it sent a pang of pain into his heart. Almost like he couldn’t handle the thought of you being angry with him?

Tch, who did you think you were?! Making your way into his heart just with some touches and words.

“Hey! What do you think of coming over to my house?” You walked alongside your familiar frenemy, as if you were best-friend’s.

“Huh? For what?” He looked at you, confused on why you randomly came up to him, and why you were asking him that.

“To study! I need help because my teacher has been annoying me about not doing any work so..” You grinned looking at him. An obvious sign that you wanted him to help you in your problem.

“My time is money, I’m not going to do it for free” He rolled his eyes, knowing you wouldn’t want to pay for tutoring. He stopped to look at you so the two of you could talk calmly rather than be rushed.

“Awh, cmon! I don’t wanna ask that girlfriend of yours, she looks like she’d be a bitch about it” You whined, looking at him with pleading eyes. You even put your hands together in a begging manner. “Pretty please? I won’t run into trouble for a bit if you do”

“What girlfriend? And fine, as long as you’re on time when I’m waiting outside for you” He sighed, quickly giving in despite his old self who would’ve likely taken longer.

“That student council girl? She’s not your girlfriend?” You titled your head, confused. You thought they were dating or at least something going on. She was always touching him and laughing when they were together. Not like you were stalking them, she was just loud.

“No! I don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t have time for any romance business” He had a stern look in his eyes like he was serious about school being more important. He didn’t even know that you believed she was. He was glad that the two of you cleared that up though. He wasn’t even sure why he was relieved.

“Ohh, man maybe that’s why you’re so uptight! It’s cause you’ve never gotten” You made a example with two of your hands, using your pointer finger to go through your other two fingers that made a hole. You were giggling seeing his face expression after he realized what you meant.

His face quickly lit up with embarrassment, moving your hands down and hushing you.

“You’re so inappropriate!!” He had an irritated and embarrassed face expression set on his face. Quickly cooling down after you left, laughing your ass off. The two of you spoke about the meet up and that it was straight after school. He sighed, moving on to go to lunch. Unable to stop his mind from thinking about you and your stupid little antics.

Once school ended, you made your way outside, where he would be waiting for you. You quickly found him, talking to the student council vice president but you didn’t care. They weren’t together so she wouldn’t care if you swooped in and took him.

“Ready to go?” You went up to them, looking at him to see if he was. She seemed annoyed with the fact that you were trying to end their conversation together. You didn’t really care though, not your problem.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He looks back at her, not noticing her annoyance. He was observant but when it came to crushes on him, he was blind and dense.

“Yeah.. see you later” She fixed the frown on her face to an unenthusiastic smile. Why were the two of you walking home together? When did you guys suddenly become close? She glared as the two of you walked away.

“Is she your only friend?” You looked at him, curious whether he had other friends or not. You knew he talked to her, but that’s about it.

“No, I have other friends.” He rolled his eyes at you, finding it offensive that you believed he had nobody else.

“I’ve never seen them, I only see her, maybe you guys are going to get together!” You laughed at the idea of the President and Vice president of the student council getting together. It wasn’t out of the question, it actually made sense.

“That’s because she’s in the student council too. I hang out with my friends during lunch. What about you? I never see you with anyone, I should be asking you if you have any” He chuckled at his slight rebuttal, even if it wasn’t an argument.

“I do have a friend, he’s really funny!” You grinned.

He? What friend were you talking about? Did you have a crush on someone? Your eyes lit up when you said you did have a friend. Why was he jealous? He shouldn’t be jealous over something so dumb. Hell! He shouldn’t be jealous at all!

“What’s his name?” He looked at you, searching for any signs of fondness to your ‘friend’ His eyes scanned you and your every movement.

“No way am I telling you! All I’m saying is that he’s super uptight. He can really be funny when he lets loose though. I argue with him a lot but I think we’re still friends even if he might not” You beamed, finding it humorous that he still hasn’t caught on. His confused face just made it more entertaining.

“So you have a friend, but he might not even think you’re friends?” He looked puzzled. What type of friendship would that be? For one person to have no established title on it but the other person does. Sounds like something one sided, which calmed his heart that beat with jealousy.

“Yeah, don’t you think that’s familiar?” You glanced away, looking at the familiar street that showed you were close to your house, just a few more houses away.

“No? I don’t know him” He looked away, confusion still written all over his face.

You snorted out laughing a little harder than you expected.

“I’m talking about you! You’re so dense”

“Me? We’re friends?” He paused his words in perplexity. He intended to ask if you genuinely considered him a friend but now he just sounded exactly like how you described him.

“I like to think so, even if we bicker a lot. If you don’t think we’re friends then it’s fine, I’m not going to die over it” You pulled out your keys from your back pocket, walking to your door and unlocking it.

“Then we’re friends!” He randomly announced, as if it was important to say it.

“Pff, okay! Best of friends” You opened the door and you were tempted to toss your book-bag on the floor like usual but you remembered the two of you had to study, well more like he had to help you study.

You opened your room door, letting him go inside first before flicking the light switch up. The room lit up and the fan began spinning, providing a cool environment. You set your bag down and closed the door. You didn’t want your siblings to bother you while you studied.

You grabbed all the things you needed for studying, while he got out a pencil and an eraser. He also set down white-out as well, almost like he was prepared to correct any mistakes of yours. You sat alongside him, even if your shoulders and thighs were touching, you weren’t freaking out since you were always close to him.

It was relaxing to feel his body heat touching you since your room was somewhat cold. You had no clue that he was the complete opposite.

His palms felt sweaty, was he sweating? Did he look nervous? Did you know how close the two of you were? Can you see the blush on his cheeks? Why was he so flustered? You were just a friend! And A delinquent!

The two of you studied for awhile, even if he was the student council president, he was getting anxious correcting your mistakes. Every-time you did get something wrong, you’d ask what it was and turn your head. When you did, the two of your faces were so close.

“So what’s wrong with that one?” Your eyebrows were knitted in confusion, not realizing what you wrote down wrong.

“You didn’t have to add this method, you could’ve just used this one which is way shorter” He erased your writing and wrote the better method, swiping the bits of eraser away.

“Ah, that makes sense” You nodded agreeing with his method, he had nice handwriting as well, that was neat and easy to read. He was a really organized guy, you liked that.

You thanked him and the two of you continued studying for awhile; right up until it was almost dark outside, you could see it from the window. You got up stretching, groaning from being in the same place for so long.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back” You walked to your bathroom that was connected to your room and closed the door. The lining between the wall and door lit up and he just waited for a bit.

He got up and started looking around your room; noticing how you seemed like you were going to take a bit. He looked at your closet and all the cool toned clothes you wore. He noticed that your hamper was full with dirty clothes. On top was a pair of underwear, it was black and wasn’t hidden away in the other dirty laundry.

He looked away, embarrassed for some reason. Did you have no shame to at least put it further down the hamper? His thoughts ran around pondering about you in that underwear and only that. He could feel something twitch down below, how could he be getting a boner from just thinking about you! Does he actually like you?

He heard you coming out the bathroom and he hastily grabbed your underwear, shoving it in his pocket. He sat down, mind running fast about why he grabbed it. It was too late to go and put it back now, and he wouldn’t try either.

The two of you hung out after you came back, deciding to not study any further. You insisted on walking him home but he said it was fine and made his way to his house. He quickly locked himself in his room, changing into something more comfortable. He set down the newly stolen piece of clothing on his bedside table.

After he changed he laid down, looking at your underwear that he held up. He still didn’t understand why he instinctively stole it. He was supposed to hate you! Not steal your clothes and take it home! You were still a delinquent. And his new friend who was really kind and fun to argue with but still!

He brought the underwear to his face, whiffing it. It clearly smelt like you, but it had an addicting part to it. He didn’t know what it was but it kept pushing him to continue. His pajama pants were unable to hide the bulge he had.

He lowered his pants and boxers, revealing his now hard cock that twitched at the smell of you. He shamelessly pressed your underwear onto his face with his other hand touching himself. Why did it feel so good, especially when it was the thought of you that made him so hard.

Why were you making him feel like this? God, he hates you! Hates you for making him feel this way, and especially hates you for fueling the lust he has for you. He whimpered and groaned, somewhat muffled by the garment. He kept jerking himself off until he came. He had never cum so hard before.

This became a routine for him whenever he missed you. As much as he hated it, it was addicting. He would deny liking you in his mind, but the fact he touched himself to the thought of you said otherwise. He just hoped one day you’d confess so he wouldn’t have to admit his feelings.

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dearly-somber · 2 months

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stand still (i’m sniffing you) | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, f2l (friends-to-lovers), (not actually) unrequited love, pining, mutual pining, high school!au, werewolf/shifter!au, fluff, domestic fluff

-> w/c. 802

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. Inspired by that one clip where Jungkook back-hugs Hoseok while they’re practicing 🥹🥹

-> collection. mini-series

-> warnings. None!!

-> started. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 21:42

-> fin. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 22:19

-> edited. Tues., Feb. 20th, 2024 @ 07:06

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Jungkook has a stronger sense of smell than the rest of his pack. Partially because his wolf is simply better at it (much to the pack’s chagrin, because Jungkook never fails to bring it up during their biweekly pissing contests), but also because he’d been blessed with a good sense of smell even in his human form.

Something is burning a street down? Jungkook can smell it.

Someone took a shit in the backyard because they were too lazy to shift and do it inside where they could flush it? Jungkook can smell it (and he’s going to make it everyone else’s problem).

Y/N comes over without letting him know and—wait, what?

He sticks his head out of his room like an excited cartoon character. “Bunny?”

Jennie glowers at him as she’s walking down the stairs, shaking her head with a sigh. “She’s not even halfway up the pavement.”

Jungkook frowns, feeling a prickle of embarrassment race up the back of his neck. “A-and! You know she’s here!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I can hear her,” Jennie sasses, scoffing with a grin so shit-eating Jungkook thinks his eye twitches, “not because I’m so honed in on her scent that I know she’s coming from a mile away.”

“Okay it was not a mi—Y/N!”

She huffs as Jungkook barrels into her, stumbling back ever so slightly. Jungkook feels his wolf wagging his tail like the love-struck mutt he is, pulling back at Y/N’s signature okay, that’s enough pat-on-the-back she does whenever she deems a hug “over”.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” He can’t help but speak loudly, wondering if his eyes are sparkling—cliche, sure, but he remembers Yoongi mentioning it once, and it hasn’t left his mind ever since.

Y/N laughs (Jungkook’s heart soars in his chest), shaking hee head as she drops a duffel bag next to the coffee table, walking toward the kitchen with Jungkook hot on her heels.

“I wasn’t planning coming over but my mom dropped me off to go to the library and she isn’t picking me up until five, so I decided to come over and hang out.”

That explains it! Jungkook wondered why Y/N smelt more bookish than usual today. It’s always present under her daffodil-raisin combo, but it makes sense why it’s so much stronger today. He imagines her sitting in the library for hours on end, fully immersed in a book, and the thought makes him smile like a fool.

Jungkook is hit with the sudden, overwhelming urge to smell you. Fueled by his excitement at a surprise-visit and the whims of his wolf, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest and pressing his nose to the back of your neck. His nose scrunches happily as he inhales your scent, first in short, wolfish little huffs, and then in longer, more appreciative inhales which infiltrate all his senses.

He waddles into the kitchen clinging to Y/N’s back, vaguely aware of the conversation she’s started with Rosé, Seokjin and Jisoo (who are busy making dinner), too focused on keeping his nose scrunched to the back of her neck to hear (or truly care about) the specifics.

“Jungkook-ah,” Y/N says softly, reaching up to touch his hands.

“Stay still,” he huffs, feeling a tingle run up his arms when she shivers at his breath on her neck. “I’m sniffing you,” he mumbles, swaying her from side to side as they come to a standstill in the middle of the kitchen.

Y/N snorts, and he imagines she has a smile on her face.

“Yah!” Seokjin yells, maneuvering around them with a pot of rice held close to his chest. “I’m trying to cook!”

“Yeah!” Rosé frowns, roughly mixing what Jungkook now realizes is kimchi. “Get a room!”

“Kook,” Y/N starts.

The whine he lets out dies in the back of his throat when she reaches up over her shoulder to palm his hair, gently scrunching her fingers in the messy strands. “Lemme help cook dinner and then we can play some Mortal Combat before I leave, hm?”

Waiting until the heat in the tips of his ears cools a little, Jungkook gives a curt little nod of his head (blatantly ignoring his wolf’s request to nip your shoulder). He inhales long and hard before finally letting you go.

Y/N then very casually turns to help the trio in the kitchen as Jungkook plops onto the couch in between Lisa and Hoseok with a satisfied sigh, practically sitting on top of them.

He yelps, rubbing the back of his head when he feels Hoseok smack him over the head with a pointed look.

“What?” he says, high-pitched and pouting.

Lisa just laughs, shaking her head as she scrolls through her phone. “You’re hopeless, Kook.”

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strawberryya · 4 months

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The art of seduction - part one

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

synopsis: Since she left you, it feels like your life has been turned upside down, and you're struggling to find your footing. He sees that, and he wants to help. Or maybe it's not as pure as that. Perhaps he's just looking for a new plaything — an artist to inspire, or someone to slowly destroy.

word count: 4.5k

genre/cw: angst, smut, suggestive, fantasy, thriller and/or romance, yandere themes, supernatural au, faery au, leanan sídhe!yunho, human!reader, they/them pronounces for reader, I tried my best to keep all descriptions gn as well - I welcome all feedback on this area ofc, grief and death depicted/mentioned, specific smut warnings will be listed in each part.

rating: 18+

a/n: this has been a big project for so many people this year, and I would like to thank all of the inspiring people in this collab for all the fantastic ideas that has been contributed to make all of these fics possible. it has been a journey writing this, but this fic is only the beginning of the even longer journey that yunho and our mc will be going on ;)

this is part one of my first fic for the wonderful collaboration thrill of the hunt, hosted by @cultofdionysusnet - check out the other exciting and thrilling stories on the official master list here!

the second part to this story will be found here once it's posted. if you wish to be tagged in the continuation you can dm me, send an ask, or comment on this post <3

network tagging: @svthub @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kvanity-main

“Oh, he’s the most wonderful man I’ve ever met, y/n! He’s perfect… I didn’t think anyone could be so perfect until he came into my life. He makes me feel like I’ll never need anything ever again… like he and I are enough forever. I need you to meet him someday soon! I wanna introduce you to him, I promise you’ll love him too!”

You never got the chance to meet him. The more you think about it, the more you regret not making more of an effort to do so. Your best friend Anna had been in love with someone, and you hadn’t even had the chance to meet the man she spoke so fondly of.

“I haven’t been feeling very good lately, y/n… I’ve been to the doctors and they say there’s nothing wrong. They said it’s all in my head, that I should go talk to someone… y/n, do you also think I’m making myself sick?”

She only got weaker after that.

And he had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth after she became bedridden.

She said he came to visit, but she wasn’t in her right mind in those final weeks. Nobody had signed in at the reception. Nobody had seen a beautiful man with dark brown hair that gleamed blood-red when the sun shone. During all that time when she was admitted into the psychological ward at the city’s second-largest hospital you and Anna’s mom were the only visitors.

They said she was mad…

You had wondered a lot about who he might’ve been during those times when she had talked about him as if she had just spoken to him, but nobody had seen anyone in her room. Had he been a fraction of her imagination the entire time? Or had her mind created a lie based on a man who had left her before her illness took over her mind and body?

When she passed he was the one piece of the puzzle that you couldn’t let go of. If you had tried harder to meet him, would her illness have been caught earlier? Could it have been found and treated before it took her life…?

You’ve been staying late at the studio lately, trying to get through your feelings about losing her through your art. The shadows in the room seem to close in on you at every chance they get, and you don’t fight them. Hugged by the darkness is somehow better than being left so completely alone.

The brush strokes soothe you like nothing else is able to. Fizzling seas crash along the shore, a looming tree stands barren and alone, and her face appears in the dark clouds.

The only things you know to be true are that: she is gone, you are in pain, and you can only paint this one single picture. The lonesome tree at the cliff, watching the storms and waves trying to pull the ground away from beneath the large oak tree. You paint it over and over again, day after day, and you haven’t even paid any mind to when other artists have come and gone through the studio. People painted right next to you, people posed on the podium in front of you, and you didn’t care about any of it. All that matters to you is that you have been left all alone.

Your best friend has died, and you can’t even do the one thing you have been able to do your entire life ー paint. You had pursued your passion fiercely, not budging even as your parents pleaded with you to be reasonable and try “having a career worth having”, and let painting stay as a hobby. It was how you had met Anna. She was a dancer, and she had gotten into the same art college as you. Back then you had both been carefree young adults, simply trying your best to survive on your own for the first time in your lives. Now, she has left you, with the bittersweet taste of the last conversations you had had with her on your tongue.

“He inspires me you know, I’m just a dancer anymore when he looks at me, I become the air itself.”

You had smiled and nodded at her nonsense, she seemed to be dreaming of it. Her limbs were too weak to be of use, but she had the same smile on her lips as when she performed. You had tried your best not to be mad at her for only speaking of this man even as she lay dying in a hospital, dreaming of her passion was at least better than dreaming of him. The tears had stung your eyes as you held her hand before leaving her to her rambling.

It has been a while since her funeral, and you have practically been living at the studio. Home doesn’t make you feel any better, so you sleep on the small pullout couch in the corner instead. It isn’t meant to be slept on and your back is sore from the many nights in a row you have spent on it. But the art studio is at least comforting you more than home. You have too many memories of Anna in your apartment. Here you can focus on your art. At least, that’s the idea. You have had no inspiration since her death. It’s strange, she hadn’t exactly been the reason you painted, but everything that happened still affected even that part of you.

You had begun questioning if you should give it all up, move home to your parents for a few months, and go back to your waitress job until you had processed all of this. But could you give up on your passion? After years of struggling to pass courses and hustling on the side of your studies just to make it all work? What would Anna say if she knew…?

You aren’t sure how it happened, it might've been a dream. It’s barely been three weeks since Anna’s funeral and you woke up with the clearest picture of a man you had never met in your mind.

He’s handsome, just like she had told you. He has gentle features, and dark, captivating eyes that catch hold of your mind and refuse to let go. You can’t seem to escape the image of the stranger you know in your bones is the same man Anna had known.

Sometime after the day you had first seen him in your mind, after hours in front of your easel and a blank canvas, you finally force yourself to pick up the brush. This couldn’t be the end of pursuing the only career you had ever wanted. You need to get over it and paint something, other than that stubborn tree and the punishing sea. His features burn your eyelids, and you see him as you blink and dream of him as you sleep. You can’t escape the visions, so you make him real, tangible. You create a portrait of the man in your head. Watching the finished portrait once you put down the brush.

You look at it until it gets dark again, staring into his eyes until you fall asleep on the couch in the corner.

You wake up with a headache. You groan quietly since you neither have the energy nor the will to get up and take something for the throbbing pain stemming from the sides of your head. Before you could even summon the will to get up despite this, you almost jumped off the couch in surprise. There is another person in the room. You’re still in the corner of the room, so the stranger might’ve missed that you were even there, you reason. It looks like a man from behind. His short dark hair lay in a rather messy way against the back of his head. He’s turned away from you, watching the painting you had fallen asleep staring at. He’s tall, his shoulders are broad. You panic, because what did this man want, and why was he here in the middle of the night?

“Who are you?” you ask breathlessly, jumping up from the couch, trying to see if he’s someone you know in the dim light. Could he be another artist here to paint at an odd hour? You don’t recognize him, but you aren’t the best at remembering people, so you’re not sure if you should be screaming or apologizing for your hostile greeting.

The man didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice. He didn’t seem like a threat, but then again, something about him creeped you out. You ignore the fact that he also intrigued you, and try to catch his attention again. “Hey, I asked you a question.” In response, he simply raises a hand as if to shush you.

This man hadn’t just broken into the studio late at night – he was also incredibly rude. The air around him is so still, so calm that it’s giving you chills. You want to see his face. If he was going to murder you, you want to have looked the fucker in the eye so you can, at least, curse his existence. You take a step forward, grabbing a long paintbrush from the drying rack. Maybe you can get his eye if you’re fast enough.

“So aggressive, little dove,” the man finally says. His voice is smooth and deep. It’s an attractive voice, at least your murderer has a nice voice, not that that makes this situation salvageable. You’re still prepared to stab him with the wooden brush in your hand.

“Wouldn’t you be aggressive if you woke up to a stranger in your bedroom as well?”

You had tried putting on a brave face, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how scared you were. He seemed to see through this facade easily though, chuckling at your attempt instead of turning around to face you. “Not your bedroom. I’ve been to your bedroom and this isn’t it. Also, not really a stranger, am I?”

Your breath won’t calm down, and your heart is beating mercilessly in your chest. This man had been in your apartment? And you know him? What the hell is he talking about? “Are you some kind of stalker you fucking creep?” you wheeze out, taking a step away from him.

You desperately wish for this to be some kind of nightmare.

When he turns around you’re sure it is because there’s no way the man you see in front of you isn’t just a fiction of your imagination. Dark hair, streaks of red when the light from the window hits it. Perfect lips, and captivating eyes. It’s him. The man in your painting, alive right in front of you. Your grip on the brush tightens, the bristles folding backward from the pressure of your palm. The world began to spin, he wasn’t real, he couldn’t be real. You see the edges of your vision blur and his smile widens at the visible panic you were displaying.

He was right, he isn’t a stranger.

“I think you might’ve heard about me, little dove. She used to talk about you ー the talented artist she had met in college.”

It couldn’t be, you hear the blood rushing in your ears like thunder. “Who?”

He smiled innocently, “Don’t you remember your friend? Anna, I think her name was.”

No. It couldn’t be true. The brush fell from your hand as you fell to the ground. Your already sleep-deprived mind couldn’t handle the thought that maybe the man Anna had spoken about was real, and right in front of you. Knocking yourself unconscious was the only thing your body could do to stop your heart from giving out.

Have you gone mad as well? Maybe this was your way of grieving? Should you go to the hospital?

The questions spun in your mind. He was gone when you woke up. But the long brush in your hand and the bruises on your knees and shoulder felt like substantial proof that you had not lost your mind. He had been here, you know it, but who would believe you if you told them? Who would even care?

You decide to let it go, instead, you force yourself to go back to your apartment. A change of clothes was needed and you know that the lady down the hallway will be worried after not having seen you for days yet again. She had been at Anna’s funeral, wondering how and why your roommate had passed so quickly at such a young age. You hadn’t known what to answer. You still didn’t have your own answers as to “how” or “why”. At least, none that you could share…

You had managed to shower and get into some clothes when your neighbor knocked on the door.

“Hi, Auntie,” you greet her as she had insisted you do ever since you and Anna had first moved in. She’s older than any of your real aunts, but remarking on that had felt incredibly inappropriate, so you had both simply accepted your fate and begun calling her “Auntie”.

"Darling!" How are you? I haven't seen you here in days! I was beginning to worry. You know, this was just how it was with Anna, I didn’t see her for days and then she would show up saying she had been busy practicing and dating and whatnot!”

You don’t respond, forcing a smile. She meant well, but when she insisted on bringing you some food you wanted to refuse her. She didn’t mind your protests, “Oh, dear child, you don’t even know how sunken your face looks. You need some of my home-cooked food to get your spirits back up!”

In the end, your refrigerator was filled with casseroles and little boxes of different dishes, and a bitter feeling, knowing you wouldn’t be here to eat it. You left your apartment as swiftly as you had arrived, not wanting to stick around long enough to see the traces of a life lived – a life you didn’t feel belonged to you anymore. You brought what you could carry in your bag back to the studio.

You fall asleep again, after hours of trying to create something, only creating more pain in your back from sitting on the wooden stool all afternoon instead. It’s not like you hadn’t tried your best to think about anything else besides him, you had actually tried your very best! But in the end, your mind kept wandering back to the dip of his lips, and the grin on his face as you fainted. You painted the outline of his lips, over and over again.

You hated him.

Would he come back?

He had mocked you with his words.

Why had you felt such a rush when he spoke?

You never wanted to see his perfect face ever again.

Why couldn’t you stop wishing to see him just one more time?

You woke from a cool hand on your hair. Slowly and gently he patted your head until you opened your eyes. It was still dark out, and he was back. Leaning over your sleeping body, a large hand caressing the side of your head. You scream, and he smirks. He shushes you, and you push him away angrily.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you shout.

“You wanted to see me again, I thought it best to wake you so your wishes could be fulfilled.” His voice coursed through you, giving you goosebumps again. “Don’t be angry with me, little dove.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Don’t lie. It’s not polite,” he retorts as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“I don’t care, I hate you. Leave me alone!” You bark out the words, tears stinging your eyes. You don’t know why you’re reacting so strongly to him.

His tongue darts out to lick at his lips in annoyance. “Little dove,” he chirps menacingly, “Lie one more time and I won’t help you anymore.”

He terrifies you. He’s beautiful, but nothing about him feels true. He’s like those beautiful flowers forever trapped inside glass orbs. You wanted to protect the frozen beauty from getting the slightest scratch and smash it to pieces, all at once.

“Help me…?”

The gentle smile on his lips came back when you revealed that he had managed to pique your interest. “Mm, I help people. Artists, especially… it’s an interest of mine, the arts.” He winked at you, which caught you off guard.

“And you came here to help me?”

He nodded, but you weren’t convinced.

“Why? I didn’t ask for any help from you.”

He looked around the room, gaze wandering over the canvasses you had painted in the last couple of weeks, all depicting the shore and the dead tree. All except two. The portrait of him, and the sketches of his lips.

“You did that?” You ask incredulously. His gaze snaps back to you sharply.

“Of course. Didn’t it feel different? It felt like you had been inspired by something again, did it not?” His voice is honey in your ears, but the sticky feeling is making you want to flee for your life. You don’t.

“Want me to prove it?”

You frown, “What do you mean prove it? Are you going to inspire me to paint something on the spot in the middle of the night?”

“Tell me you want it and I’ll make sure you feel inspired for the rest of your miserable human life, little dove.”

His wording is so unnatural, you think for just a moment. You don’t trust him one bit, but perhaps this is the way to convince yourself that he is indeed just some creep that you need to get away from. You take a deep breath before answering, “I’ll agree if you tell me your name.”

The man stepped back, you had made him flinch. You don’t know why you made that exact demand. Maybe you had just really wanted to call him something other than “the one Anna spoke of” in your mind. It hurt each time you remembered her name.

“A name can be more powerful than you think, little dove,” his tone warned you of something. He seems on edge for the first time since you met him.

You don’t budge, his reaction only makes you more sure that you need to follow your gut. “Tell me, and you can help me.”

He hesitated before seemingly giving in to some innate need that you didn’t understand yet. “Yunho. That’s one of my names… Use it with care, little dove.”

You turned his name around in your mind, tasting the sweet taste on your tongue as you said it out loud. “Yunho… Sure, help me find inspiration to paint again.”

The same excited and menacing grin he had worn the last time you spoke now grace his lips again, and you feel you have committed a horrible mistake.

You look around the room, the sun is rising and casting long shadows from the easels placed around the podium. How has the entire night already passed you by? You have no memory of sleeping. You look at your hands, they are covered in paint. Why had you been so messy? You couldn’t remember right away. You know that you have painted. Yunho had kissed your hand, you can still remember the heat of his breath on your skin. Then you had picked up your brush. You hadn’t been frightened by the fact that you weren’t in control of your actions. After the weeks of forcing yourself to do the most basic human functions to stay alive, having something else move your hand in your stead was somehow freeing.

When you look at the canvas your breath stops. It’s him, you have painted him again. He’s not completely like himself, however, he is just as captivating in the picture as he is in reality. You had managed to capture his beautiful features, from the way his cupid’s bow dips graciously on his lips, to the way his hair gleams blood red when light shines through it. But behind him is something new, something you have never seen belonging to a human before. Wings, almost translucent wings, appearing on the canvas as a shimmer of light blue and white, adorned with shimmering ruby gemstones. He looked magnificent.

“Pretty,” you hear his voice whisper on your neck before you feel his soft lips press against your skin. You shiver, it feels good but you’re still in shock, watching the man who’s behind you on the canvas in front of you.

“How is this possible?” you mumble.

“You were inspired,” he responds calmly, brushing your hair away from your face from behind. “Did you enjoy it?”

You have a feeling that the answer to that is yes, but you also know you shouldn’t reveal that. “I don’t remember.”

“I think you did… I know you did.”

The way he seems to know everything, even the things you don’t, scares you a bit. But you might be addicted to the feeling of his touch, you’re addicted to what he can do to you, addicted to what he makes you feel deep inside. He has given you your passion back, he has helped you paint again, and you had enjoyed it this time. This shouldn’t be possible. Why does this man have so much power over you that he could help you paint as you had used to, for the first time since Anna’s passing?

There’s no way he’s human, no human looked like he did. In the morning light, he was even more dashing, even more unreal. You want to smash his perfect exterior to pieces and see the flower inside rot as the air hits its delicate petals.

“Go away. I don’t want this,” you choke out, pushing down the sobs that threaten to escape your throat. He kisses your neck again, but you don’t move. “I think I’ll die if I don’t end this Yunho. Please, just leave me alone.”

“It’s possible, but maybe you’ll be the one who makes it out alive.” His honey voice rang in your ears as the day began and his touch against your back disappeared. You cried yourself to sleep. You knew everything was wrong, Yunho was wrong. But there was nothing you could do about it anymore.

Two days passed without so much as a glimpse of Yunho. The hours of the night when he didn’t come to see you had almost been enough to convince you that you had truly gone mad. But then, suddenly, there he was, as dashing as ever. Pretty eyes watching you stare at an empty easel.

A chilling chuckle escaped him, nothing more. He stands and gazes upon your hopeless state for a while in silence. You will never get rid of him, you realize. You’re not upset about it. You can’t be upset. Nothing feels real anymore.

Yunho circles you, a predator watching his prey. You don’t flinch under his gaze this time. When he leans his lean body against the stool next to yours you feel disgusted. You weren’t upset that he would never leave you alone, but you deserved to know why, at least.

“What do you want from me?”

“Want?” He sounds almost offended.

“You’re not here just because it’s fun to sit around and watch me paint all day.”

He didn’t give you an answer, he just smiled at you with that perfectly enchanting smile of his. He’s dangerous, his beauty is dangerous. He leans forward on the stool, his face now scarily close to yours. Will he kiss you…? You can feel Yunho’s breath, hot against your lips, his gaze burning as he stares into your eyes and flickers down to your mouth. Do you want him to kiss you…?

What do you want from him?

You almost forget that he hasn’t given you an answer when he bends forward, his lips inches away from yours. This time you do flinch. Can he read your mind too? No, your eyes stare right back into his, a flash of maroon tints his irises an unnatural color before it disappears just as fast as it showed up.

His thumb drags across the side of your cheek, a small smirk plays on Yunho’s deceptive lips. “I’ll make you a promise,” he whispers, “I promise to make sure you’re motivated to do what you love the most, for the rest of your life.”

His breath burns hot against your wet lips. You want to kiss him. “A promise…?” you exhale, mind not quite able to focus on his words, but they sound good to you right now. You swallow, eyes flickering to his perfectly shaped cupid bow, his rosy lips, and the tongue that teases behind his plump lips. “What… what would I have to do…?”

“A clever dove, I knew you would ask the right questions.”

You didn’t truly understand though, too distracted by Yunho’s eyes mirroring your flickering gaze, teasingly watching the way your hands fiddled with the brush in your hand.

“All you have to do in return is say that you agree, and I will fulfill all of your wishes.” His soothing hand moves around to the nape of your neck, his grip gentle but secure.

Will he fulfill them all?

Does it even matter? Almost anything would be good enough to accept right now, at least you can’t think of something that would be worse than walking through life as the zombie you had been since… Since Anna’s death. If you accept his proposal, will you find out what happened to her?

“I agree.”

Your stomach flips when plush lips are pressed against yours. It seems he had already begun living up to his word. At least he wasn’t playing a trick on you when it came to that part. His hands travel over your body, he knows exactly how to touch you the way you like it. Has he been watching you for a long time? Or is it something magical, like those shimmery wings you had imagined he had? You’re not sure, but knowing could wait until later. Right now you have a couple of needs. Needs that Yunho had promised to fulfill. His leg firmly presses open your legs, strong muscle relieving some of the intense pressure that had built up in your lower abdomen since the thought of having him in this way had sprouted in your mind. You need more. You close your eyes even tighter as you let the brush fall from your grip. Hands moving across Yunho’s perfect form without hesitation.

The sound of the brush hitting the floor didn’t reach your ears. You were already lost to the world of humans.

“Do you believe in fairies? I do. I think there are things we don’t know in this world. Magical things. If I could go there I would, I think it’s a beautiful place, nothing like Earth. I’d want to dance for them…”

Reblogging and commenting is highly appreciated!! Hearing what you thought is what makes writing and being here overall so much fun! Ty and ily 💕

#kwritersworldnet #thrill of the hunt #yunho smut #ateez imagines #ateez smut #yunho angst #ateez x reader #atz #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #ateez yunho

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I see Yujin taking such good care of kids like I imagine her getting along so well with your neice or nephew or smth like that🥺 She would also be an amazing mom and a great gf to reader who alr has a kid 😔 I jst love her sm 😔🤭

- I wanna be your 🐸 anon

pairing: wife!yujin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

hi 🐸 anon! i changed a little bit, hope that's okay! i hope you like this, this was really really cute.

yujin has the kindest heart of all, it was no surprise. everyone gets dragged in to her, her beautiful energy being so contagious that no matter where you are you just want to be near her and that was one of the things that got you head over heels for her, even starting to think if it’s really possible for someone like her to exist. she was so charismatic, even your family was enchanted! always asking questions like “when does she come back?”, “is she staying?”, “how is yujin doing?”. it was inevitable to think about a future with her. she was so nice to everyone, and everything took a turn the moment you saw her playing with your little cousins at a family dinner. she kept her brightest smile on her face while hearing the little kids laugh so hard at her jokes. maybe it was too soon to be picturing her with the kids of your own, but how could you not?

“she is so pretty! can she be my girlfriend too?” the little kid asked with anticipation at you. everyone was laughing at him.

“absolutely not! she’s yn’s!” his twin defended your girlfriend, hugging her tightly and making sure her brother won’t get closer.

“how come you be so patient with them? i barely can do it myself.” you ask, staring at the girls hugging with adoration.

“i don’t know, they’re just so cute and remind me of you.” you giggle, grabbing the glass of water in front of you and drinking. “who knows, maybe years later you will be carrying little ahn.” and you choked.

at your 19, talking about a family or even a future together was a big topic. both of you were still so young and you never liked to think about the future without feeling empty or scared at the road ahead, but somehow… being right by her side made everything look nice, no longer feeling worried or lost. so, it was still crazy to even imagine it, but it wasn’t that bad. you were actually dying for the day you could call ahn yujin your wife.

then, it happens. your eyes can’t leave the view in front of them and you can’t stop thinking about how did all of that happen. the litte girl’s laughter is filling your ears like a melodic song, praying for your wife’s hands to stop tickling her.

“mommy! please help me!” she calls you, laughing and trying to escape from the embrace.

“if mommy ever dares to help you… she’s gonna fall too!” and your daughter screams.

“how can this monster go away?” you ask, pretending to be worried. you see how they stop fighting, both of them waiting for you to jump in.

“kisses!” your daughter yells.

“yeah kisses!” yujin supports your daughter’s decision. of course your wife would never stop being a cute puppy totally in love with you, desperate for your love and affection.

“is that so?” you cross your arms, genuinely curious about what can set your daughter free. you step closer and yujin caught once again the little girl in her arms.

“kiss her!”

yujin was happily waiting for the kiss, with her eyes closed and trying not to smile. then, you place your hands on her face, pulling her in for the kiss. a squeak can be heard from the little girl that is now jumping excited at the sight of her two moms kissing. now she is free to go, but decides to stay and try to separate the two of you.

“mommy! what if she traps you?” yujin laughs, because that’s exactly what she wants to do.

#🐸 anon #ive x reader #ive scenarios #ive fluff #ive x fem!reader #ive imagines #ahn yujin #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin fluff #ahn yujin x fem!reader

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thatoneluckybee · 5 months

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School Bus Graveyard Episode 61 Thoughts

Okay thoughts time cause HU!HG?!?Q>?

The logo was altered!! Not by much but I love the detail that some falling rubble was covering the edges of the logo at the beginning of the episode.

Ben holding/protecting Tyler under the (table? desk?) is everything to me. Ben Clark is a golden retriever in all the best ways. I am dealing with the after effects of the Ben Fever we all got a few weeks ago.

Same goes for Taylor protecting Ashlyn! It’s so cute and Taylor has been coming in CLUTCH lately. I’m so excited for this development with her after Tyler’s injury. I just hope she’s able to target her (rightful) anger at the right people and not at the rest of the group. (Also ASHLYN CRYING BABY NO)

“Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?” Aiden, no, we do not, put your eyes back in please. (Also—I LOVE the shading and dramatic effects on this panel.)

Okay, the parents are DEFINITELY being affected by the rift and Phantom Dimension. Mike was dizzy when the kids all came back!! And I love how responsible both of Ashlyn’s parents (as well as everyone else so far) are being—Immediately jumping in to help when it sounds like someone is in trouble. I just hope this serves as a wake-up call for Aiden’s mom and dad.

We’ve seen Ashlyn scared before but… holy cow I don’t think she’s been pictured as this terrified before. And rightfully so! I want to give her a hug and a chocolate milk. Also, I adore how Logan immediately noticed and rushed to help. He’s really grown in his emotional maturity over the series and I’m loving the payoff.

Yes, honey, you are becoming phantoms. Is this confirmation of the theory? I’ll take it as confirmation of the theory.

…The parallels between the earlier panel of Tyler “waking up” vs Aiden now is…. oh my. And the altered text was DEEPLY disturbing. But I had to try not to laugh at imagining what he sounds like right now. Probably like he’s a 40 year old man who’s smoked a six-pack ev’ry night since way back when.

LILY BABY NooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and Aiden IMMEDIATELY being concerned about Ashlyn is everything. In all honestly the ship concerned me at the beginning but I am ALL ABOARD and ready to set sail now. They both have grown so much and while it would have been iffy at the start it’s becoming a really sweet and wholesome relationship, regardless of whether it stays platonic or divulges into romance.

The flashbacks were INSANE. But also, let’s take a moment seeing these to appreciate HOW MUCH THE ART HAS IMPROVED!!! Supersupersuper proud of Red and her entire team. This was like a short montage of the growth and I love that so much. Also…. could this potentially count as an “oh” moment for Ashlyn?? And the immediate jump afterwards to Aiden’s maybe-dead-maybe-not body was such incredibly timed and perfected formatted whiplash!!!!!

Ashlyn initiating the contact was huge for her. We know she isn’t a fan of touchy-feely stuff or close contact so this is big. I thing there was a “some people are worth being uncomfortable for” comic with the BTW and TBH creature that sums up my thoughts on this? But yeah, I loved this. She’s growing more comfortable AND this was entirely respectful of her boundaries while also allowing her to push past her comfort zone? Amazing.

”So this is what it feels like” uhhhhhhhh I need a seperate ramble post for this cause I don’t want to trigger tag this one and have it filtered but I have… a lot to say. Very relatable and makes me appreciate these characters more. I love how this whole short scene was pulled off though. Definitely a lot of emotions for this one, I had to pause for a moment to process.

“I don’t like how much she’s shaking” MY HEART

Aaaaand THANK YOU RED FOR ANOTHER AMAZING EPISODE!!! I’ve got so many longer thoughts and theories and ideas and rambels and AUGHHHHHHH I can’t fit them all!!!

#school bus graveyard #sbg #rambles #logan fields #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #ashden #aidlyn

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kittievampire · 1 year

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Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 8)

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Childhood trauma, Drug usage (not MC) , Alcohol usage (not MC), Child Abuse, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo, MC is like super-bffs with Belphegor

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Enjoy.

"Lord Diavolo!" Lucifer called out, rushing through the halls of the Demon Lord's Castle. They seemed longer than they were normally. Of course, that may have been because his mind was plagued with worry.

Not that his brothers were in any better shape though.

When the eldest entered the room, he saw Diavolo standing at your bedside, broken pieces of the door on the ground, and you on the bed with your eyes closed.

Only, the infant that was usually next to you was missing.

"MC!" Mammon and Asmodeus yelled in unison, both of them pushing past Lucifer to rush to your side. "What happened to her, huh? Is she dead?" Mammon asked. "No! MC can't be dead, she's too young and pretty to die!" Asmodeus whined right after, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

Lucifer stepped to the side, allowing Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor to step into the room. The Avatar of Sloth stared at you for a moment before glancing at his two brothers who were almost sobbing. "She's asleep, dimwits."

Satan took a step forward, lifting his hand toward your figure, a green glyph appearing before his palm. He inhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. "It's a sleep spell. Someone maximized it multiple times over." He flinched, pulling his hand away as the glyph disappeared. "She was hexed too?" He asked rhetorically, taking a step closer.

Diavolo looked up at the blond. "And that means?" The Avatar of Wrath shifted in his position so he could better face the demon prince. "That means magic won't do anything but deepen her state of slumber." Diavolo clenched his teeth, frustration evident on his face as he stood up. "Lucifer, Mammon, with me," He ordered, making his way out of the room. Lucifer followed closely after while Mammon was confused for a moment. "W-Wait, why does he want me to go too?" He asked, earning an elbow from Leviathan. "Does it matter? Just go, Stupidmammon, it probably has something to do with MC!"

Diavolo led the two brothers to a different room, Barbatos waiting patiently for them, spreading out a large paper, that the sins identified to be a map of the Human World, over the table that sat in the middle of this room. Lucifer had seen this map before. He'd witnessed Diavolo placing tacs or marking certain areas on this map with a pen whenever he'd get the "strange feeling" that was supposedly coming from the Human World.

Mammon swallowed the lump in his throat as he and Lucifer took a step toward the table to inspect the map. Diavolo walked by the two, arms crossed as he peered down at it as well. "Selene was missing when I discovered MC in the state she's in. If what Satan said is true, and magic was used, then whoever was in that room and hexed her took Selene as well," Diavolo stated, shooting a knowing look at Lucifer.

Mammon blinked a couple of times, pulling off his shades. "Who's Selene?" The eldest turned to look at the Avatar of Greed, crossing his arms as well. "Selene is MC and Lord Diavolo's infant daughter," He explained, earning a look of shock from the white-haired demon. "Daughter?" Mammon turned to look at the demon prince. "You and MC have a kid?! When'd that happen, huh?" He asked dumbly, earning a smack on the head from Lucifer. "Mammon, focus on the matter at hand."

Diavolo glanced between the two brothers before looking at the map before him. "Selene's missing and MC's under a powerful spell and a hex on her. I could only imagine who could be the culprit of all of this," He said, leaning against the table, trying to focus. If he could feel something, he could point it out and locate Selene. Lucifer scowled. "Solomon," He murmured.

Now, Mammon was an idiot, that was a given, but he could follow along, albeit slower than ideally possible. "Wait... Are ya sayin' that sorcerer is why MC's asleep?" He asked, earning a nod from the demon prince. "He's no doubt the one responsible for my daughter's disappearance as well. Solomon currently has a cloaking spell up, meaning we have no idea where he is, what he's doing, or what his intentions are with Selene."

Lucifer nodded his head. "I will inform my brothers. However, I can't help but wonder why Mammon was called in here as well. Forgive my ignorance, but I highly doubt he'll be of any use," The raven-haired demon sighed, earning an "Oi!" from the Avatar of Greed. Diavolo turned to Mammon, looking him sternly in the eye. "I need you to come with Barbatos and me to the human world, Mammon. You are the fastest among your brothers, and I know you'd do anything for MC and our child. I know MC would trust you with our daughter's life, and, if I'm not fast enough to reach her, you will be," He spoke, the severe tone of his voice making Mammon shift in his spot. Suddenly, the white-haired demon adopted to same demeanor, which was rare. "Ya think Solomon'd be that stupid? To do somethin' to yer kid?" He asked genuinely, earning a nod from the prince.

Mammon bit his lip for a moment, pondering. "Okay. But, I gotta tell ya, killin' Solomon is off the table—" He shifted— "Asmo and yer helluva butler over there are still in pacts with him. M'not too fond of the idea that if the sorcerer dies, my brother will goin' down as well," He said, crossing his arms as he looked forward, not meeting anyone's eyes. Diavolo furrowed his brows for a moment. "I see. You're right, we can't risk the possible perishing of anyone here. And, I'm not entirely well-versed in pacts myself, nor in what happens when one side passes." The prince turned his head to look at his butler, who responded with a reassuring smile. "If I may, Lord," Barbatos spoke. "Perhaps the brothers should accompany you and Mammon to the human realm rather than I. Once the sorcerer is in our possession, we will need an area to contain him. I must prepare the dungeon for your return." Diavolo nodded, turning his head back to the brothers. "Hardly an issue, yes?"

Mammon glanced at Lucifer, who turned his head and responded with a nod. Diavolo sat down, placing his forehead against his clasped hands as he tried to focus. The Avatar of Pride turned to his brother. "I will inform the others. Stay with him— And don't. Touch. Anything." The raven-haired demon glared at his brother, earning a dramatic gasp in response. "I'd never do anythin' like that! C'mon, who'dya take me for?"

Leviathan shifted uncomfortably in his seat beside you, shooting a worried glanced at Satan. "Is there really no way we can help her? No spells, nothing?" Satan shook his head with a frown. "Any spells used could risk the chance of her falling even deeper into whatever magic-induced slumber she's in. I'm surprised I was even able to identify what it was without it causing any form of damage."

Asmodeus sighed dramatically. "There has to be something! I think that MC looks absolutely stunning when she's asleep, but this is different! Satan—" He squealed, grasping onto his older brother's arm— "Do something! The more I worry, the more likely I'll get wrinkles!"

Beelzebub was chewing on his fifth devil-burger, pieces of the wrapper getting caught between his teeth as he stared at you with a frown. "Belphie," He muttered out softly with a full mouth, looking up at his twin. Belphegor looked up at his brother through his messy bangs, having adjusted your pillow so you wouldn't have a sore neck. "Can you make sure MC isn't having any nightmares?" The Avatar of Gluttony asked, taking another bite of his burger. "Give her happy dreams with all kinds of good food and sweets." The youngest smiled at his twin's request, adjusting your covers.

"That's it!" Satan's voice boomed slightly, causing the other four in the room to flinch. The blond stood, stern gaze landing on the Avatar of Sloth before him. "You can penetrate her dreams, can't you? Does your ability require magic?" Belphegor slowly shook his head. "No, entering the dream realm does, but not going into someone's head when they're asleep," He explained softly, trying to remember how it was explained to him when he first got the ability. Leviathan gasped. "So, it's less of a spell and more of a skill! Like natural resistance to poison or certain elements that align with your class and power! One also has to account for their level, SP or mana..." The Avatar of Envy continued on his little rant, straying away from the topic multiple times during his monologue.

Satan and Belphegor deadpanned at him before turning toward each other, allowing their older brother to continue talking. "Do you think you'll be able to wake her up at all?" The blond asked, green eyes shifting to you. "I'm not sure. I can't wake anyone up from sleep, I can only go into their dreams. That being said, I can try and get her to wake herself up, but I'm not sure how much time it will take. She's in a deep state of sleep right now, I don't think it'll be easy," The youngest explained, resting his head on his folded arms at the edge of your bed, letting out a yawn as he felt himself getting sleepy.

"She doesn't have much... Of a choice, though..." He mumbled out, closing his eyes as he began to drift off.

"MC! You fucking rat, where are you?!"

You gasped, immediately clasping both hands over your mouth. The familiar voice that called out to you was accompanied by the sound of heavy yet distorted footsteps. "The hell did I say was gonna happen if you disobeyed me?! Huh?!" You could hear doors behind slammed open, the liquid in his beer bottle sloshing around loudly, and every now and then, you'd hear him gulp some more down.

You were hidden, tucked away inside of a small cabinet. You fit among the pot lids and little amount of pans in there, mainly because the rest of them were in the sink. The dishes were never clean, you remembered, so this was where you hid.

You closed your eyes, tears beginning to gather on your lower lash line. This scene played over and over again in your childhood. One of the monsters would be passed out in the living room in front of a line of white powder, an open medicine bottle, or an odd looking glass container; the other monster would be wasted out of his mind and initiate this game of hide and seek, where, if he found you, you would get beaten badly; and you would hide until you heard the shouting stop and the front door slam shut. Sometimes, it'd take hours; other times, it'd take a few minutes.

But it'd never taken this long.

"MC?"

"You ungrateful bitch! How dare you disobey your parents?!" Voices echoed around you, making you think the world was spinning.

No, that wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to be awake.

"MC!"

Tears streamed down your face, staining your cheeks and your clothes as you covered your ears. "Stop... Please, stop," You whimpered out quietly.

"Coward!"

"Bitch!"

"Little punk!"

"Rat!"

"Waste of space!"

"Stop," You cried softly.

Suddenly, the cabinet door slammed open. You screamed,

"NO!"

Silence.

You heard nothing. Nor did you feel anything.

"MC, it's okay," You heard the faint whispers of a calm, soothing voice. The familiarity of it made your tense form relax a little. Still, you were reluctant to open your eyes. You felt the warmth of a hand gently touch your wrist and flinched, recoiling as you backed away. "No! No! Get away!" You sobbed, shaking as tears continued to fall from your eyes.

"MC, it's me, don't you recognize my voice?"

You did.

You swore you did, but your mind remained in lockdown, your body unmoving.

"MC, please look at me,"

No, you couldn't. You couldn't possibly open your eyes, not when the monsters were still out there.

Silence again.

Then a heavy sigh.

"MC, you have to wake up. Selene was missing when we found you here, you have to wake up and tell us what happened."

His voice was muffled thanks to your hands. Though the name sound familiar to you, it made you open your eyes, looking down at the ground. The familiar wooden floor of the attic in the House of Lamentation greeted your blurry vision, though little droplets of salty tears now stained the floorboards. "Se... Selene...?" You whimpered out softly.

"Yes! Yes, Selene! She's out there somewhere, and we can't find her unless you wake up!" Suddenly, hands reached out to girl your shoulders and you looked up at the man before you, hands pulling away instinctively from your ears.

"Belphie?" The Avatar of Sloth before you shook his head. "Listen, MC, I think Solomon might be behind this! There's no way a spell this powerful could've been cast by some lower demon! He might have taken her. I don't know, but you have to wake up!" The look of desperation on his face made you quiver.

"MC, you have to! You can't let him win! What about Diavolo, huh? What about Selene? Are you just going to let them—"

His voice was slowly fading away. You could feel yourself slipping.

"No, no, no! Stay with me, MC, stay with me!"

"That's it, MC... Rest just a while longer..."

Solomon carried Selene close to his chest, shielding her from the pouring rain as he approached a familiar building. It was the temple he and Asmodeus had built long ago, in all of it's aged glory. His smile never faded.

"There we are, my dear," The sorcerer said softly to the sleeping infant. "Mommy's sound asleep, daddy's probably feeling helpless by now. And you, dear, are going to play your part well!" He chuckled softly at the child.

Placing her down on a table before him, one that used to be a shrine, he turned away from her, gathering magical herbs and items he'd need.

What he didn't realize, however, was Selene slowly transforming as tears welled up in her eyes. A small cry escaped her mouth as horns sprouted from the top of her head and wings pushed against the table.

Solomon froze.

If she was crying, that meant she was shifting.

No, she wasn't supposed to shift. She was supposed to be under a containment spell, why was she shifting?

That would mean...

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 37

Looking how careful Katakuri was holding her daughter in his strong arms - Protective, secure, but still tight to have her close, the queen could see how much their daughter meant to him. It was the complete opposite, which they had in mind about this man. But to be honest the Charlotte family wasn't really a pleased one. On top, Katakuri wasn't a son in law type. More the warrior, who would beat you to a pulp.

"Look at that. Can you believe it?", the king spoke amused and opened his arms for his daughter to come. (Y/N) gave Katakuri a short kiss on his cheek, which let him gasp of surprise and quickly jumped from the bed to get into her father's arms. Crying relieved they spoke how much they missed each other's presence, while Katakuri and her mother watched the scene silently.

"I see…So I wasn't imagine things after I saw the photo. She really sparkled full of happiness.", (Y/N) 's mother spoke calmly, while giving Katakuri a small smile. He felt his cheeks blush, nevertheless a feeling of sadness build up inside his mind.

"I know you wished someone more suitable for your daughter. For me it's still a miracle either, how she is able to love a man like me..on top after a forced marriage. She was able to get over it and accept me the way I am.",he started and (Y/N) 's mother raised a brow of hearing that. Sighing she gave him a saddened look.

"If I am honest, I planned to run away with her…", her mother spoke and let everyone froze in the spot. Letting out a frustrated chuckle, she gave her sweet daughter a soft smile.

"I was living a daily nightmare. To think that you were maybe locked away, treated bad or crying all day long of this forced marriage, I couldn't endure it. The moment we found you, hurt and unconscious, I was thinking to leave this island behind to get you somewhere safe. That you would be able to start a new life far away, while your father would try to get a new deal with Big mom to save the island… Or and that would have been the last possibility, to evacuate it to get out of her grasp. ", she spoke and let (Y/N) gasp of shock.

" Mother… That would have been insane. It's our home, our kingdom. All the people cherish the peaceful life here…", she whispered, while Katakuri didn't seemed shocked at all.

"Beside the fact that i would have get after you and get (Y/N) back, I understand your thoughts. She is your daughter and you care for her a lot. You are lucky that the situation is a different one, because my mother shouldn't be underestimate. She sure would have ordered to get after every single person of this island.", Katakuri explained with his ice cold expression and let (Y/N) 's parents shiver.

"Yeah. You are right. Katakuri…You seem calmer and more collected than I thought you'd be. Beside the crimes and stories about you, which sure you did because of your mother, I think your feelings for my daughter are totally honest. Don't be so hard on yourself. She loves you and you her.. As long as you make her happy and she is protected, I won't be in your way and give my blessing. ", she spoke with tears in her eyes and was finally able to hug her daughter after such a long time.

"That's all I ever wished.. That you find your luck my dear…God I can't believe that this led you to your happiness… But I am so relieved… So glad that you are okay my dear… ",she kissed (Y/N) 's cheek and smiled brightly.

"I do mother… I love him.", she spoke happily.

Beside that, Katakuri was blushing furiously under his scarf, he was speechless of her mother's words. She was accepting him. The cruel monster, the pirate and most feared man out there. Smiling slightly he felt relieved, but there was still so many things going on, which couldn't wait any longer.

"(Y/N)…", Katakuri called out to his wife and let her look back to him with a soft smile. Getting back to his side she took his hand shyly.

"I know you want to catch up with your family, but I think we should head back to whole cake. If we stay here, we only will cause trouble.", he spoke seriously and (Y/N) nodded sadly and knew that she had to explain her reckless arrival with the bonbon ship. Her parents were already piercing her with their demanding gazes.

"Mother, Father… It's a bit complicated to explain everything..", she started and her mother crossed her arms with an angered expression on her face.

"I guess you just have to try… Explain my little girl why Katakuri was on the one side imprisoned and soon executed, which we found out on the daily news and then, inside a ship with you half dead and clothed in a torn marine uniform.", she spoke and (Y/N) knew right away that her mother was already putting the pieces together. She always had an sharp eye on things like Katakuri. It was like she was able to use the observation haki as well. Shivering of her mothers dangerous aura, she knew that she was in trouble of her actions. Katakuri decided to explain everything to calm the heated situation. They listened carefully of every word, which left his hidden mouth. Her reckless traveling all the way to marineford with Mama's ship, her undercover plan, which leaded to get the attention of Akainu and their escape from this nightmare. It really was a rough time and this brought him to the conclusion that her family was now in danger too.

"(Y/N)…I know your reasons, but this was… I can't find the words…",her mother was burning inside, while her father was sweating fearful beside his wife.

"I have to agree. I always told her to keep focused on her well being and to stay safe. She was and is really stubborn…", Katakuri grumbled frustrated, while her parents knew all too well what he was talking about.

"Nevertheless she did that because of her deep feelings for you..in a way I also understand.. ", her mother added and let (Y/N) smile with reddened cheeks.

"To think that you tricked a higher ranked Admiral.. That sure is troublesome…", the king spoke deep in thought. Discussing their possibilities they came to the conclusion that they had to stay for awhile to get things ready. Big mom's underwater ship was totally damaged and needed time to get ready. It was clear that it was the best way to travel back, than with one of her father's ships, so things had to wait.

"You two still need some rest. For now we keep an good eye onto the seas for intruders. I will speak with the captain immediately. ", her father spoke and started to leave. (Y/N) 's mother gave her a short kiss onto her forhead and smiled.

"Rest you two. And later you should visit grandma. She can't wait to see you..", her mother spoke and let (Y/N)' s eyes widen for a moment. Nodding quickly with a smile, she looked after her parents who left the room hand in hand and giving each other a short kiss like a new in love couple. (Y/N) always adored her parents for their strong and beautiful relationship. They care for each other dearly, something she always wished to have herself. Feeling strong arms wrapped around her body and pulling her close, her lips formed a knowing smile once again.

"Yeah.. I've found this special someone too…", she thought with butterflies in her stomach and turned around to find herself on Katakuri's strong chest. Slowly touching his bandaged torso, she locked eyes with him and enjoyed the calm silence around them. Reaching up to his face she slowly pulled the scarf down to see his soft smile.

"Doesn't it hurt..", she whispered into his uncovered lips, while hesitating to let her weight lay onto him. Smirking he let his hands brush over her back, till they rested onto her butt, which gave her a familiar sensation she often longed for in her lonely nights.

"Not at all… I am feeling perfectly fine my dear… But what about you troublemaker…", he spoke seductively and gasping (Y/N) found herself suddenly trapped under him. He moved so quickly that she wasn't able to comprehend his sudden act. Lustfully he looked deep into her eyes and let her bite her lips to hold back. Something Katakuri didn't like to see and knew all too well how to handle.

"Katakuri…", she gasped of his soft kisses on her neck. God it felt so good to be trapped under this strong man, to be defenseless in his muscled arms. Slowly he came back to her face, his smirk still proudly on his handsome face.

"Tell me… Are you feeling alright?", he hushed against her lips, while (Y/N) tried desperately to kiss him, but he pulled back playfully.

"Yes… I am fine Katakuri.", she whispered and could feel his body relax a bit. Sure he was worried sick after he heard about her condition, but mostly it was the lack of sleep and the dehydration which took its toll on her.

"Good to hear. I wouldn't be able to stop myself now anyway…", he growled and pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Gasping she kissed back and brushed her fingers through his crimson hair. How he missed to take her just like that. His hands started to travel under her dress and slowly lifting it up. He was desperate. So desperate to have her close without any annoying fabric between them. (Y/N) 's eyes shot open and quickly she stopped her needy husband midway and pulled the blanket over her legs embarrassed.

"Katakuri! Someone could come inside at any second! We can't do that now!", she stuttered flustered and got even more uneasy after noticing that his playful smirk still was plastered on his face. Taking the blanket he threw it away with one swift move and hovered over her body like a predator. Shivering she felt overwhelmed by his intimidating and erotic appearance. She was helpless. (Y/N) realized that her body was already giving in and her mind got more and more clouded with lust. Nevertheless it would be a disaster if her parents would find her innocent daughter catched in between the act of love.

"No one comes… We have plenty of time to do whatever we want..", he whispered into her ear seductively. Kissing his lips again, she let out a sigh, but the next moment her eyes went wide of realization.

Did he really?

"But I recommend that you try to not scream so loud. Maybe that would cause attention. Even if I love to see you like that…", he smirked even more after he saw her blushing madly.

"You… You looked into the future!", she stuttered, while he kissed down her neck and sucked on her skin. A slight moan escaped her lips and let her cling onto his body to control her lust.

"Forgive me my dear. But there was no other way. Can't wait to make my thoughts reality…", he spoke, while kissing her passionately. A short "pervert" escaped her lips, her last attempt to fight back, but honestly it was just her well-behaved mind, which tried to get through effortlessly.

Finally Katakuri was able to lift her dress and quickly (Y/N) pulled it off of her head and threw it aside to show her body clothed in her crimson underwear. Growling of the thought that back then, others were able to see what he was seeing now, he pushed her down and kissed her delicate skin from her neck, till her panties. Enjoying his sweet touch she closed her eyes. Smiling ever so slightly of the beautiful tickling. Slowly he pulled down her panties and without to wait any longer he pressed his lips against her womanhood. A shiver ran down her spine. God she had to bite into her hand to surpress her moans. He did wonders down there. With every move, every lick of his tongue, she felt a shot of pleasure.

"Katakuri… Please…", (Y/N) whimpered and he knew all too well that she was close to lose it. Crawling up to her he pulled his boxers down on the way and embraced her body in an strong embrace. Kissing her tenderly, he pushed himself into her, which let her gasp against his lips.

"You are mine…", he growled into her neck. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she hold onto him tight for support.

"No one is allowed to touch you…"

Again he pushed deep and let her moan out his name lustfully.

"to see what I am allowed to see…"

Rougher and harder he pounded into her and pushed her over the edge. It felt so unbelievable good. His words, his touch, rough but carefully to still let herself feel good.

"Katakuri..", she hushed and kissed his lips sloppily, while he grunted of the starting emotion inside his body. A wave of heat washed over them and with one final push he climaxed hard inside of her beautiful body. (Y/N)'s body froze and eyes widened she could feel how her body sucked in his manhood while coming hard onto him.

Amazing.

Every move every touch felt so amazing. Shivering of the sudden sensitivity she looked into his half lidded eyes. Sweat glistered on their skin and breathing heavily they let themselves fall back onto the mattress. Brushing some strands of hair out of her smiling face, he kissed her nose lovingly.

"(Y/N)… I love you..", he whispered and felt his exhausted body fall into a deep slumber. Taking the blanket, she pulled them over their naked bodies to get comfortable next to him. Studying his face, she lovingly caressed his cheek with one hand.

"I love you..Katakuri…"

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I am absolutely in agreement with everyone who noted that the Party (especially Dustin) don't treat Steve great during S4, with the "Do you need to be told everything?" comments and such. So let me offer a slightly different explanation than them simply believing Steve is not cool/ is stupid.

Dustin is going through puberty. Yes, all of the boys are, the girls too, and what does one do during this hormonal time in their life? Rebel.

Now of course, all of the kids rebel to a certain degree, Max would have possibly entered the angsty phase even without going through all the crap with Billy and her mom, Eleven rebelled against Hopper during the summer of 1985, Mike has been a little shit for years (summer of 1985 solidified that), Lucas threw himself into sports to deal with the restless energy. Will is too anxious to allow himself to let go, but he withdraws into himself, working through things on his own. So what does make Dustin a special case?

Dustin doesn't have a father. But unlike Will who has Jonathan, Dustin's only proper authority is his mother and he'd never, ever hurt her by acting like an asshole towards her. She is anxious, he's the only important thing in her life, she says and Dustin believes her. He loves her deeply, but he's afraid to tip the fragile balance, she worries so much yet gives him all the freedom he wants. He could never repay her trust with being angry or moody.

Enter Steve. Steve isn't that much older than Dustin, but he's the only stable male influence Dustin has had so far. He often acts like the voice of reason, like an older brother that Dustin never had. And even when Eddie enters his life, it's different - Eddie is cool, but he hasn't been through all the crap with Dustin and Steve, he doesn't know what it's like. Dustin admires Eddie, looks up to him, but he doesn't have the deep level of trust with him that he has with Steve. So when the urge to rebel rears its ugly head, Steve is usually at the receiving end because he's the only one Dustin trusts enough to believe he'll handle it.

I'd like to imagine Dustin only becomes this bitchy when he's stressed. Maybe he snaps at Steve when he doesn't catch up as soon as Dustin thinks he should, but that doesn't mean he feels good about it. We see in S4 that Steve and Dustin have the sort of dynamic when one of them knows they overstepped and will apologize. And maybe it takes Dustin a bit longer to settle down and think about what things he says and how he says them, but does figure it out eventually.

After Steve's shift, when he's alone in his parents' house - no date today, Dustin always knows about Steve's pursuits - the phone rings and when he picks up, he hears Dustin's voice, clearing his throat. "Hi Steve. I just wanted to say that I thought about the talk we had today, about you not getting things, and it wasn't cool of me to say. You don't make fun of me when I don't get things in PE and so I shouldn't do this either. So - I'm sorry."

Steve smiles against the receiver and closes his eyes. Dustin's insults may sting in the moment, but he's always known he is a good kid, now a good young man. He's not a bully, not like Steve used to be. "Apology accepted, man. Thanks for saying that."

Dustin needs someone to rebel against and it's not fair to Steve that he's the one. But when he messes up, he makes sure to fix it, because Steve is not his friend out of obligation, they chose each other and that means everything. So yes, he will bitch that Steve doesn't carry a flashlight around like he does, but he will pack an extra one, just in case.

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 11

Word Count: 3K Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined. Chapter: 11/? A/N: Somehow manage to cough out 3k words with a migraine flare-up, so hope you enjoy it 💖 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee TikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

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Friday couldn't come any quicker. Sure, they were going to an underground rave to catch a murderous reptile and the murderer that was controlling him, but it was an underground rave, nonetheless.

It was no surprise that (Y/N) had never gone to a party before. Being a social pariah at every school she had been to, there had been a lack of invitations for her. So, the fact that she would be going to one and that they were so close to trapping the biggest threat to Beacon Hills in one night had the girl's veins buzzing with excitement.

If she had gotten more than three hours to sleep that night, it would have been too much. Having woken up at six in the morning to take Brody out for a run, she knew the crash would be inevitable later that day. But how could she sleep? The party and the Kanima weren't the only things running through her mind.

Derek had not left her thoughts for a second. She could feel the warmth of his hands on her skin, she could smell his cologne, she could hear his breath right next to her ear, and she could almost, almost, feel his lips on hers. The night before they had been so close to finally sharing a kiss. If Isaac had spent even two more seconds inside, they sure would have been caught mid-kiss.

But he didn't. He exited the loft at just the right time to startle them apart, making them wait that much longer to give in. Even if all she wanted was to throw caution to the wind and give in. She wanted him more than she thought she could want anyone else.

After coming back home, (Y/N) hurried to school. She thought the more she rushed the faster night would come. Sitting still on her bike was almost impossible as the anxious thrill of what came after school rushed through her. All she wanted was to get through her classes and get to the rave.

As she entered the school, making a beeline for her locker, she ended up crashing into someone, her bag flying through the air and spilling its contents all over the hall. Just by the force of the body she bumped into, she had an idea of who it could be.

“Where are you hurrying to, Scott?” (Y/N) called out as she started to gather her things.

“Oh, sorry, (Y/N),” he gave her an apologetic smile. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“You okay?” she said as her eyes finally fell on his face. “You look kinda bummed out, not gonna lie.”

“It’s nothing,” he sighed. “I just saw Allison and she got weird there at the end. She said it was nothing, but I don’t know.”

(Y/N) was the first to stand up, taking the books Scott had gathered from his hands. “What were you guys talking about?” she asked. “Was it about tonight?”

“More or less. But it’s more about what I told you about her mom,” he shrugged. “I told her that it would be good for her parents to see us with other people, so they think we are broken up. And she was fine with it at first, but she got weird after.”

“Please tell me she didn’t mention me,” the girl groaned.

“Why would she?”

“So I guess she hasn’t told you.” She sighed before she continued, feeling like a gossip as she relayed the information. “You know how I told you she was acting off? Well, we had an interesting conversation regarding all that. She basically accused me of trying to take you from her.”

“Take me?” Scott questioned. “Take me where?”

The Argent girl couldn’t help the laugh that overtook her as the poor oblivious boy tried to make sense of what she had said. His expression could only be explained as a lost puppy dog. They had been walking to Chemistry class and he’d stopped dead in his tracks at the statement. “She thinks I’m trying to make you my boyfriend,” she explained. “She claimed that everything came easy to me and that I already had a lot. And on top of that, I was trying to steal you away.”

“But where would she get that idea? I mean, sure we’re friendly but I don’t think either of us has been anything but.”

“I don’t know and honestly, it’s her shit to get over,” (Y/N) brushed off. “I made it more than clear to her that there was nothing between us. If she still wants to be pissed at me about it, then she can stay mad.”

“I’ll talk to her,” he offered. “You should also know that your family knows that there are essentially two killers.”

“She told them everything, didn't she?”

“Sort of. But that's a good thing. The more people there are to take them down, the better.”

“Sure, if those people weren't Argents and Gerard wasn't here.”

“So, it's a bad thing?”

“Let's just say that if they get involved, there might be one or two students that won't come to school tomorrow.”

“Ms. Argent, Mr. McCall!” Mr. Harriss called their attention. “If it's not something you want to share with the class, I suggest you keep it quiet.”

“Sorry, Mr. Harris,” the pair mumbled before they sank into their seats and placed their attention on the board.

The rest of the day went by in a flash. As the time got closer, the more (Y/N) could feel the nerves creeping up her neck. Long gone was the excitement, instead replaced by a chilling sense of dread that she couldn’t seem to shake. Something in the back of her mind told her that tonight would most likely end in a tragedy. For whom, she wasn't sure. But she could feel the inevitability of a loss.

As soon as the last bell rang, she gathered her things, ready to go back home and change. She had to pick up Isaac and Erica before the rave, much to her detriment. She was fine with Isaac. But something about the blonde was less than digestible for her. Maybe it was her personality, but her subconscious knew it was because of Derek. To that day, she couldn't shake the image of them in his car. And she hated that it made her question how okay she would be if he decided he couldn't wait any longer.

“What the hell?” Her phone ringing in her pocket broke her out of thought as she was getting on her bike. “Uncle Chris?”

“Hey, (Y/N), by chance did Allison talk to you today?”

“Not really,” she answered, biting her tongue to not spill that they had yet to speak in two days. “What's wrong?”

“We're gonna need you to meet us at home. We’ve got a meeting about tonight.”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

“We'll see you here, okay?”

“Yeah. See you.”

(Y/N) was quick to text Isaac the change of plans, the surprise shared between them. She told him that it was more than likely they would be planning an attack at the rave that night, and that every single member of Derek’s pack needed to be on high alert from the Argents. If they did go, they would be going for blood.

As serious as the moment was, the blond boy couldn't help but throw a joke into the mix, asking her if she wanted the whole pack to be safe or if she wanted to make sure that Derek was safe. It made her face change into a million shades of red, regretting the fact that Isaac knew such a vulnerable piece of information.

Instead of dwelling on the message, (Y/N) sped to her uncle's house, bracing herself to meet with revenge-blind hunters that wanted to take down the Kanima and anything that got in their way. But she wasn't sure if she wasn't prepared for those tens of men or finally seeing her cousin after two days.

She knew she had been harsh, but she did not regret a single word she had said. Allison had formulated an image of her in her mind that was nowhere near what reality was, and it made her question if she could trust her with other aspects of her life. Could she tell her about Derek? Could she tell her about what her dad had told her? Could she trust that if she confessed that she wanted the family business to change that Allison would keep it to herself?

They were questions she would have to wait to answer.

Her uncle's house came into view, the driveway filled with tinted black SUVs. If she hadn't known there were meant to be people there, she would have been awfully intimidated, and most likely would have kept driving. But she fought the desire to escape and clothed herself in confidence, walking into the home like she belonged there.

She nodded to a couple of people she knew, following the trail of people into the basement where Allison, Chris, and Gerard were waiting. The girl made a beeline for her family, ignoring her cousin's intense gaze. If (Y/N) had been questioning if Allison was still angry at her, she had gotten her answer.

“(Y/N), can I speak to you over here?” Chris asked her as she got closer, motioning to an empty corner. (Y/N) followed her uncle, thankful that she didn't have to face her cousin or her grandfather just yet. “I know you've been kind of out of the loop since your dad has been away, so I don’t want you to feel ambushed. Allison told me everything that's been going on and I'd like to think that if you knew more information about all of this that you would tell us about it.”

“Of course, I would," she smiled sweetly. “I would do anything for our family's cause. But I just don't know what to look out for. Mom and Dad have been away a lot and I haven't had much training in all of this.”

“Maybe I can talk to Victoria,” he said. “She could help you and Allison with what it means to lead the hunters. One day it will be up to you two and it's best you're prepared.”

A shiver traveled up (Y/N)'s spine as she thought about spending time with her aunt and being taught what it was like to be a female hunter. The woman had always unnerved her and the last thing she wanted was to be in close confines with her. “That would be great,” she said instead. “Maybe once mom comes back we can all meet up.”

“Alright sounds good, (Y/N),” he smiled. “Now, get in line. Meeting's starting.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

She had to bite back a smirk. Her uncle had eaten up her oblivious and unknowledgeable façade, allowing her to fly under the radar. If that was the role she had to play, then she would damn well give an Oscar-worthy performance.

(Y/N) watched as Allison took a seat on the wooden stairs, choosing to stand as far from her as possible. Her cousin wasn't talking to her, and she was planning on doing the same. She could already hear her father's words, begging her to take the high road. But she didn't want to be the bigger person, she wanted her to apologize.

“All right,” Chris called for everyone's attention. “The party's in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector. Allison has learned that Jackson Whittemore will be there seeking his next target out of the crowd. Since we still have no clue as to just how strong he is, we need to be extremely cautious.”

As (Y/N) listened to her uncle speak, her attention was drawn to a soft rattling sound. Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) noticed her grandfather swallowing two pills. The last thing she had heard, Gerard, was of sound mind and health. Pills didn't feel like something that fit his persona. Without even knowing, she had engrained the fact into her mind. If there's one thing she knew, no detail was too small. At some point, it could become necessary information.

“When Allison had Jackson's location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, she'll signal me,” Chris continued, his eyes falling on his daughter. “Optimal meaning as far from the crowd as possible. If she cannot, (Y/N), I take you will make sure to do so. There will be no collateral damage tonight. You two, go ahead.”

The man motioned his head toward the two of them, waiting for the teens to disappear before any of them talked. (Y/N) followed behind her cousin begrudgingly, drowning in the unnerving energy that was shared between the two family members.

“Okay, this is stupid,” (Y/N) finally spoke, grabbing Allison's elbow to turn her around. “You cannot still be mad at me for something that you made up completely in your head?”

“In my head? My dad doesn't even believe I can do one job without screwing up,” she seethed. “You didn't have to be here. I could have done this by myself.”

“Come on, Ali. I'm basically your understudy here,” (Y/N) finally confessed, tears stinging the back of her eyes “I only have friends because you introduced me to them. The only reason Scott and I have gotten close is because he's a good friend. And tonight, the only way I get to do anything is if you fail. And that is a huge if. So, instead of blaming me for whatever it is that you are feeling, try and focus on why you're feeling it.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Whatever, Allison,” she shrugged her off. “And be careful. I'm pretty sure you'll be leading Jackson right into Gerard's trap.”

As soon as (Y/N) was outside, she fumbled in her pocket for her phone, dialing the number of the person that should have been the most aware of her family's plan. A pang of guilt bubbled in her gut as the thought that she was betraying her family. But there was a part of her that knew that what she wanted to do could not just save one life, but it could potentially save the lives of all her friends.

“(Y/N)? Is everything okay?”

“Listen, Derek, my family is gonna be there tonight,” she breathed. “They say they're only gonna be there to trap Jackson before he gets to his next victim. But something tells me they're there to kill him, whoever's controlling him, and anyone that gets in their way.”

“How did they find out that it was Jackson or that there were two killers?”

“Allison told her dad,” she said. “But she didn't have another choice, and I get that. But I need to make sure you and everyone else are safe. So, you might have to change certain strategies.”

“You're aware that the majority of us are werewolves?” Derek laughed on the phone. “The one that should be worried, should be me.”

“I've been training for something like this my whole life,” she smirked. “And technically, I’m the one who can get closest to Jackson. He can't paralyze me.”

“But he can do a lot worse,” he said. “And I won't let that happen. All you have to do is keep a lookout. Isaac and Erica will get him.”

“I am more than capable of doing this.”

“(Y/N). You can not get close to him,” he commanded angrily. “You're inexperienced and you could get in the way. I don't want you to get close to Jackson, and that's an order.”

“Thankfully, I don't take orders from you, Derek,” she scoffed. “Anyways, watch out for Argent hunters. They might have you on their target list.”

“(Y/N)....”

“Goodbye.”

(Y/N) knew that Derek meant well but all she could do was feel betrayed. The one person she thought would have believed in her the most had made her feel weak and incompetent. Even if it was her first time taking a threat this big on, she had been confident that she was an asset to the pack. But he had made her feel otherwise.

But that only made her more determined. (Y/N) would prove to Derek and to her family just how good of an advantage she was. She would prove it to herself.

***

Derek couldn't believe what he'd said. All he wanted was to make sure that (Y/N) was safe, make sure that she was nowhere near where she could be hurt. It had been a long time since he had cared so deeply about someone else, and he despised the fact that he'd started to do so when so much was happening in the town. She had been kind enough to warn them about her family. Going behind their back to make sure he and the pack were safe. And instead of being thankful, he chastised her and made her feel small.

“So, are we going already?” Erica snipped at the alpha. “Or do we have to wait until you're done gushing over the new girl?”

“I'd watch my mouth if I were you, Erica,” he seethed. “One more word and you can stay here tonight.”

“And miss out on all of this? Not a chance,” she groaned. “Fine, not another word.”

“I don't want any mistakes tonight,” Derek directed himself to the group of teenagers before him. “I was just informed that the Argents will be there. You cannot let them see you or what you are. They are not going there to trap Jackson. They will be there to kill him.”

“Or us,” Isaac added, a flash of fear crossing through his face. “Is it safe for us then?”

“It will be,” he reassured. “As long as everyone sticks to the plan. Now, let's go. We cannot waste more time.”

Derek needed that night to go without a hitch. That way he could think of ways to dig himself out of the hole he’d created with (Y/N). Because the last person he wanted to have hate him was her.

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Theres a cat called Silverhawk who trained Thistle, maybe he could give Tigerstar a life? IIRC Silverhawk died attacking a riverclan patrol so maybe his could be something along the lines of never backing down?

Also i think spottedleaf would make her. too involved yknow? Shes already sneaking out to help firestar and is (i think) a major part of the plot, while i DO like the whole curse thing it also makes scourge killing Tigerstar feel cheaper (rule of cool, tigerstar losing all 9 lives was cool as fuck because it meant the stakes were higher and firestar wasnt 9 lives safe anymore. It ruins the moment a bit by saying "yeah scourge just killed him normally it was the space cats who took his 9 lives").

Honestly my two cents i think badgerfang's in canon life was super dope. Tigerstar basically brushing off Badgerfang bc of how young he is and ignoring Badgerfang's blatant warning of "dont underestimate ur enemy", effectively dooming himself. Maybe not Badgerfang who gives the life, but i do think it could fit that someone, a half clan cat maybe? tries to give him a life but its brushed off completely bc Tigerstar refuses to believe that a half clan cat has anything of worth to say.

Silverhawk actually got backstory in TBC-- he tried to kill his leader because his son was deputy, and got them both killed in the process! He doesn't have a confirmed Clan yet, but I keep imagining it was RiverClan tbh.

The one who died on the RiverClan patrol was Thistleclaw himself. In my rewrite, that patrol is now the same one where Sunfish was murdered; Leopardfur killed Thistleclaw in revenge.

Anyway, I was a little worried about using Spotty too much. She's popular and I love writing for her so she does come up a ton. I didn't just pick her for no reason though-- she was actually very close with Tigerclaw when they were kids, and her death in the crossfire of a ShadowClan invasion is one of Tiger's few regrets.

He knows she plays tricks but underestimated her; and she gave him a curse instead of a blessing.

But no no, don't think for a minute I'd legitimately set it up like Scourge only killed Tigerstar regularly lmao. Nooo. It would still be the bloody, painful, suffering-nine-times unzippening that it was in canon, even if Spotty laid a curse on him. It would be more like... giving him an extra second's opening.

But if Spotty's not popular I'll do Leopardfoot's instead, telling him that he can still stop this. But he won't.

I generally don't like the "Reluctance Lives" that happen in canon because they backed themselves into a corner and decided that every ceremony MUST end with 9 lives. Every life being given is probably at least several more months of leadership-- a Spirit that does not want the Leader to live longer simply should not give one.

In spite of everything, his mom would still love him and want him to have another life.

#Also anon I'm so sorry but I did not like Badgerfang's life in-canon #''here's a life for mentoring'' like... uh ok?#You'd think the life would be more targeted towards the way that he literally whipped up an angry mob at Ravenpaw if it was about mentoring #But in TPB Tigerstar is actually very cordial towards kits. Especially his own litter #Like if anything he should hear the Badgerfang story and be like ''...jesus christ''#It's actually a cat we've never seen before or since who gives him the underestimation life #Some cat called Whitetail who's really short and says 'ohh beware small cats'#Like who Are you?#If he was getting his lives from StarClan a lot of his family would have been there btw #Like Lynxkit and his sisters #But anyway this all isn't super important anyway since I don't even have a planned book it would be in #Bonefall Rewrite

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mimus-mortuis · 9 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Suddenly I was tagged @miras-ash (thanks again by the way) and had to rush to find something in the stash and then translate it into English, so here I am, totally unpunctual. I have to say that I'm not very good at writing long stories, but I had one unfinished thing that I'll probably finish someday.

Our Wonderful World.

"Eliza, can you tell me a story?"

"I warn you, I don't know a lot of stories about princesses".

The girl opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Her small, round face frowned for a moment. Finally, she stated confidently.

"Stories about princesses are silly".

Eliza nodded in agreeing while and cheering inwardly, trying to hold back a smile. She couldn't stand those foolish "damsel in distress" stories either.

"They're also really boring and predictable".

"I don't know what predictable means".

Eliza smiled with a tenderness she never seemed capable of. But now that feeling was pouring out of her like a burst dam, and nothing could stop the flow as she looked into those big, expressive, green eyes.

"I'll explain it to you tomorrow. But it's not so bad, kid, not knowing something. Even grown-ups don't know everything. Not even mom", - she said with a small grin, turning to Elena, still standing in the doorway, who rolled her eyes in feigned resentment, - So, what story would you like to hear?"

"One I haven't heard yet". For all their not-so-long interaction, Eliza was still able to note that the child never seemed to hesitate before giving a reasonably intelligent answer and that was a pleasant surprise. She was not afraid of adults, even barely familiar people, and was polite and open with them in conversation, with a certain amount of childlike curiosity. Of course, she had her faults, in terms of a great love of sugar and the occasional unbridled energy stemming from successfully extorting sweets. However, Eliza had to admit, with some note of sadness, that Elena had managed to raise her well. She had been a wonderful mom.

"That makes sense", - she said, smiling again and now seriously considering what she should come up with that would entertain a four-year-old child, and realized with disappointment that creativity was not her strongest suit. Then she made a different decision and after a brief pause, leaned back slightly and, folding her arms across her chest, began her story.

"Well… There was a girl who took on too much responsibility, sometimes more than she should, and sometimes worried too much if she failed and if someone suffered because of it. Occasionally she felt powerless or untrustworthy, and at such times she no longer wanted to be herself. The girl had many loyal comrades who were always there for her and whom she was afraid to let down… And although some of them did leave her, it was only because she should have at least sometimes openly told them how much she valued them and didn't want to lose them, - she looked at Elena again, who listening attentively, with a slight sadness and understanding in her eyes, - Some of them, she should have told it every day". Finally Elena looked at her too, their gazes lingering on each other, filled with a kaleidoscope of emotions, like a sail with currents of air. Apparently it lasted long enough for the child to lose all patience, which was already too little in this little body.

"And then what?" Eliza blinked a few times in confusion and Mira hurried to intervene before she could get a word in. She walked over to the girl's bed and sank down beside her, pushing the fluffy camel hair filled blanket higher and gave little Irene a quick kiss on the forehead.

"And then this little girl was going on a journey into the dream world, because that's the only way little girls can grow up one day".

The child smiled enthusiastically, as if imagining this "one day" for herself, and proudly babbled, looking at Eliza for some reason.

"I want to grow up really big to protect mommy. And I'll be strong enough to help her at work". Elena, touched to the core of her soul, couldn't resist and left another kiss on the small, chubby cheek to the child's great delight.

"You will definitely be, honey". This picture of the deep bond between mother and daughter, imbued with something sacred, something unattainable, something true, branded itself blazingly on Eliza's heart. She wanted it to be imprinted on the inside of her eyelids for life, and this indescribable feeling, for which she could think of no name, but which had already blossomed into a tender bud inside her, lodged inside and took root in her lungs, because she no longer seemed to be able to imagine life without it.

#rainbow six siege #r6s #r6s ash #r6s mira #ash x mira #wip wednesday

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carrot-gallery · 2 months

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i NEED to rant about how badly andrew haigh whiffed the ending of All Of Us Strangers

spoilers ahead

WHAT THE LIVING CHRIST

Okay so not only is Harry dead, but he’s been dead the entire time since right after their first meeting and the whole relationship, the one that supposedly HELPED ADAM MOVE ON and ACCEPT LOVE rather than self-isolating forever was a fucking fever dream???

This movie really had something to say about how new love can make you finally feel the grief of old losses and make you vulnerable and it almost said it SO WELL and allowed Adam to find catharsis and grow and fucking join society

BUT THEN they were like haha sike!! It was ghosts all the way down!! Fucking ghost party motherfuckers!! Nobody was ever alive after minute 10 of the movie except for the increasingly unwell main character!

And the fucking nonsensical ending acts like this is some happy moment of catharsis and unknotting Adam’s trauma— NOT IF ALL THAT SHIT WAS FUCKIGN FAKE IT’S NOT!

You’re telling me a terminally lonely person has a chance encounter with a cute guy who talks about his own loneliness and jokes about suicide and is drinking and asking for company. Okay, not inviting him into your apartment is totally reasonable. But to later find out he KILLED HIMSELF THAT NIGHT????? And ROTTED ALONE THERE FOR WEEKS???? Immediately after you closed your door in his face???? No sane person on Earth wouldn’t be fuckign devastated by that. You would blame yourself. You would be horrified. You would beat yourself up for not at least offering to call someone or having a conversation with him or SOMETHING.

Now is Harry’s death actually Adam’s fault? No, Harry clearly had his own mental health issues. But to go cuddle with his GHOST instead of CALLING THE POLICE????? After you DISCOVER HIS BODY and significantly disturb an ACTIVE CRIME SCENE where he DIED????? That tells me that Adam is deeply, deeply unwell and needs to go to the hospital. This is no longer about his personal journey, he is someone who is NOT OKAY and not in touch with reality.

All the stuff with his parents could have been so beautiful and poignant and moving if at the end Adam had returned to the real world and worked on overcoming his loner tendencies and becoming a part of society. Even if he & Harry hadn’t ended up working out!!! The impact of the relationship would still have had an impact & taught him something & helped him grow. (You know how the characters in Weekend (2011) did, remember that one Andrew?? That movie that YOU ALSO FUCKIGN DIRECTED???)

But to reveal that Adam was never actually having this relationship at all?????? The relationship that his dead mom’s last words were about???? That makes the entire movie pointless to me. Because he didn’t let love into his life & learn & grow & move on. He ends the movie back in a delusion, holding another ghost, asking another figment of his imagination to stay with him a little longer.

Combined with the fever / coughing imagery i GENUINELY wondered at one point whether it’d be revealed that he has like a brain parasite, or he’s actually in jail or a mental asylum imagining this entire thing, or maybe he’s been dead the whole time and is living in some purgatory or a fucked up version of heaven or something.

Andrew Haigh clearly wanted my takeaway from this movie to be “wow he finally let love into his heart” NO!!!!! My takeaway is that he needs to get professional help because he spent the entire runtime of the movie in a state of ACUTE psychosis.

I’ve heard the movie described as having “magical realism” NO!!! That only applies when some parts of the story are ACTUALLY CONCRETELY REAL for everything else to bounce off of! And for 90% of the movie they did this so so so so well and then in the final 10 minutes it’s like!!! Okay well I guess he didn’t go to the nightclub and try ketamine! I guess he didn’t have sex or watch shitty tv or open up to someone about his life! I guess he didn’t heal! For all we know he didn’t even take the train to his parents’ house! Maybe he never even left the apartment! Maybe he doesn’t even live in London!

SUCH a compelling premise with absolutely piss-poor execution. This rivals my disappointment in the final half hour of the Green Knight movie from a few years ago. Let’s just take this carefully constructed story and throw it in the absolute trash so it completely loses the message it was created to tell in the first goddamn place. And for what!!!! For a twist ending???? To be edgy?????? I’m gonna physically fight Andrew Haigh ESPECIALLY because Weekend (2011) was SO GOOD and actually delivered the message its story was intending to tell so I KNOW he can do better I KNOW that fucker can do it right but instead he chose to write Yurtle the Turtle but with Ghosts. The movie didn’t even get any big awards nominations so WHAT was the point TELL ME what the fucking point was of having Harry be dead the whole time. Give me an explanation aside from “ooh spooky” I swear to god *flips table*

#rant #all of us strangers #andrew haigh #andrew scott #film rants #sometimes i wish i could get my film major ex back for like 2 hours so we could swap opinions about movies like this

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I kinda understand why Riddle would have an identity crisis. His life was planned from his birth to probably even his death. So his fiancé getting kidnapped basically destroyed those plans.

i feel like i just rambled without any direction. but i agree. his gender was even planned. so ofc the color and size of his casket are too.

riddle is very unstable. from the day of your taking to the month he’s supposed to get you.

and like i said at first- riddle is inconsolable.

after losing leona’s ship at sea, and seeing you get man handled by some wolf, riddle throws random things into the he ocean. may it be medical supplies, rum, spices, gifts - anything and everything to make the ship go faster

but it’s no use.

this is a navy ship! so why is a pirates ship faster??

when he gets off the ship and back to port where his mother and crewel (with his guards) are waiting expectingly, eyes downcast as his mind is still at that moment.

still at the moment you were both staring at each other. he was so close he could see the color of your eyes. how terrified you were … in the end he couldn’t bring himself to hurt them- you.

forgetting all about firing at them as a trickle of blood was fell from your neck. leona’s knife cutting deeper as he spoke with that callous smile… but he couldn’t hear him, nor trey for the matter. as he only look at you. engaged in leona’s embrace, looking just as radiant as he imagined you would’ve in your wedding day.

he sullied you. sillier your hair, your applied makeup as crewel wanted you to be so extravagant, so breath taking it beautiful- that it would seem like a god was walking among them.

but you always looking like that to riddle. as have, and always will.

“so? whatdja say rosehearts?”

“.. i will talk to the-“

“no. you’re to admiral, correct? well- act like one instead of some mommy’s boy who can’t even wipe his own ass”

“riddle, you don’t have to-“

“no!” he cleared this throat “no…i will not be putting y/n’s in jeopardy for much longer. leona kingscholar- you flea infested lion- i agree to your terms and will come back with what’s agreed at the end of the month.”

“good boy”

crewel doesn’t blame riddle… he blames ace, as he should’ve put his life before yours without even the littlest of hesitation. but he didn’t. instead he’s depressed. 😐

and it’s not that he lost you, the center of his life plan… but it’s also that he was forced into a position he didn’t want to be in.

and our lovely riddle- who has never broken a rule in his life, was forced to..

“never appease a pirate”

yet he did. he rolled over and showed his belly to kingscholar. hoping a pirate would keep his word to a stick up, navymen.

and gradually things started going down hill, him waking up to nightmares of leona slotting your throat, riddle hugging you as you’re in rags; bruised and beaten before leona shot you in the head- you slipping from his grasps as your dull eyes stare up at his.

you and leona are a frequent in his nighterrors. from murder to betrayal- he’s dreamt of every scenario. from leona using you as a shield from riddle’s bullet, from finding you in a barrel shipped back to pomefiore, even you falling madly in love with the sea cat.

every night theres a new movie in the theatre. he’s tried to say awake- he really has, but after 2 days of no sleep after a tightly packed schedule and boring paperwork… he finds himself at sea again

he’s snappy, even more so when someone remotely reminds him of you- even if they don’t do anything, a mannerism or an eyelash out of could set of his hair like trigger.

without much warning, he storms to crewel’s throne room who was busy… lecturing ace- he proposes going on a voyage. a mission. to save you and to drown those cats.

of course he uses ace- how could he not. he sees the hatred and malice when riddle brings up the would ‘pirate’. dragging cater and trey- deuce already on shop demanding riddle to let him come.

his mom’s already got her second best crew on board, ready to sail and waiting for riddle’s orders.

he remembers his mom’s piercing stare, her right grip and her stone cold words ; “don’t mess this up” her lip popping at the ‘p’ as she walked past him and into crewel’s meeting room with all the other high ranking officials.

there’s a lot riding on his voyage. your life, the future of pomefiore no one has to say it but they were all thinking it, his promotion, his sanity.

so one way of another, he’ll push back the ticks of guilt, the restless nights and long looks at the hypnotic sea and he’ll find you. he’ll get both your and his life back. he promises.

the deal? well.. after a bruised cheek and gentle caress- with mixed emotions, he make sure to fix his mistake of not following the rules. even if it’s dangerous or it might put your life in risk (he’s doing it for the better good. to get things back to normal as soon as possible)

never trust a pirate

#kinda went off track with the ask- sorry🙇🏻🙇🏻#just kind of word vomited #twst pirate au 🌊#riddle x reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #takalzuoom interacts 🌊#takalzuoom 🌊

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I normally like to take a day or two to compose my thoughts, but after that 2 hour season finale, this is my raw unfiltered opinion.

We’re all the moments the best they could have chosen? No. Did I wish Gabriel didn’t have to die? Absolutely. Did the loss of Gabriel take a little bit away from the wedding? In my opinion, yes.

BUT, as something who has been there (losing a parent). As someone who has had to navigate that loss so close to a milestone event, and having to chose path A(postponing) or path B(getting married) I’m glad Carlos chose B.

Grief is an all consuming feeling. Doesn’t matter if it’s sudden, or happens slowly over time. Losing a loved one, losing a parent, will never be easy. Every milestone is hard. Every emotion is heightened. The future you thought you’d have, being ripped away is something that can take you years to get through. BUT the only way past grief is through it.

And grief changes as the years go by. It’s been a decade for me, and my grief is still just as present at it was the day I lost my mom. It’s just different. It changes, and it takes a back seat in your life. It’s never far from my mind, but it’s not in the passenger seat changing the radio station to every sad song ever written anymore.

I guess my point is, although Lone Star killing off Gabriel felt cheap, or felt unnecessary. There are now so many avenues Lone Star can take in season 5. And I hope they give us a grieving family. I want more of Carlos’ sisters. I want to see TK not only taking care of Carlos but also Andrea. I just want this family, to grow together, and get through their grief. Because as cheesy as it sounds, death does have the ability to bring people closer together.

PS. It was robbery to not include Enzo and Jonah. Honestly, if we deserved anything it was to see TK’s other family at that wedding.

Edit: I want to point out something because I feel like I’ve been seeing it pop up a lot. It is possible to be simultaneously grieving and having the best night of your life. Grief does not mean you can no longer experience the joy. The joy just might look a little different, but I think Carlos and TK deciding that they still wanted to get married was right for them.

Double edit: Cause I remember yet another detail that broke me. When Carlos asked Andrea how she was holding up, and she smiled and said “I’m good” Ugh, my bleeding heart. That statement is so important because although she just lost her life partner, the man who she wanted to grow old with way too early in life, in that moment, she is good and she’s enjoying this happy celebration, she’s happy to see her son get his happily ever after, and she’s happy to gain yet another son in the process.

But I also want to believe that Andrea was not blind to how dangerous her husbands job was. She’s probably had that fear their entire marriage, and at one point or another probably had to brace herself for that phone call. Witnessing it was heartbreaking. But I have to imagine that Andrea at some point in her life had to remind herself that Gabriel’s death could happen, and she would need to be prepared on how to handle it. Not saying that makes the grief easier, I just think it’s something to think about.

#911 lone star #tarlos #911 lone star spoilers #loss

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nerdflash · 2 years

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Part Two - The Dungeon Master

AN: Part Two of an Eddie Munson series no one asked for.

Synopsis: The Hellfire Club need a place to gather. Eddie finally meets Sammy’s older sister, but will sparks fly?

Word Count: 1.3k

Here’s the link to Part One enjoy...Like/comment/share. I will be writing more.

Eddie hated it here, he looked around and saw mostly people he despised because they were too shallow to look beyond the way someone looked. They lacked the ability to use their own minds, afraid of imagination, a bunch of sheep. He was felling particular annoyed today, as the room they usually booked out for Hellfire Club had a leak. Apparently health and safety wouldn’t allow them to be in the room because if the water spread and got into the electrics then it could mean a literal fire at Hellfire, which Eddie thought was kind of low-key cool.

“So what are we gonna do? I’d say do it at mine but my parents are storing some things in the basement, there won’t be enough room.” Mike looked around the other guys at the table apologetically. Eddie sighed and leaned back in his chair. All around the table he could only see clueless faces.

Sammy leaned forward “I could ask my mom, she wouldn’t mind.” Eddie slams the table with his fist and offered his grin to those around him.

“Sammy’s it is…You sure your mom won’t mind?” Sammy opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by Dustin, who has his sunshine smile lighting up his face.

“Of course she won’t we’ve been a couple of times…Even his older sister is cool.” Eddie nods his head and smiles as Sammy nods his head enthusiastically. Eddie hadn’t yet met Sammy’s older sister, he mentioned her once or twice, but only to mention that she liked a couple of bands Eddie liked and that she was the “coolest” He felt his anger ease. Happy to know that his fellow “freaks” would have their night of fun.

—

You’d got back home later than you’d hoped, having spent the day driving around Hawkins asking for job applications. Whilst your mom had some savings and money from the divorce settlement it wouldn’t last long and you wanted to contribute something until you’d made a decision about your future and college.

The shrill ringing of the phone pierced the house as you pushed the front door closed.

“Hello?” You grasp the phone in your hand and smile when you hear your moms voice on the other end.

“Hey honey, I tried calling before but go no answer. Listen, I got a call before I left my trial shift at the diner, Sammy is having his little D&D club at ours tonight. He’s going to Mikes first and then he’ll get a lift back with them. I left some money for pizza on the bureau. They’ve asked me to work till close here, it’s pretty busy.”

You nodded your head and listened, your heart lifting at your moms last words “Should I be saying congratulations?... You did you get it, right” Your heart swells even more when you hear the excitement in her voice.

“Yes! But listen honey, I should go…I’ll see you when I get home!” You hang up the phone and smile with a sigh of relief. You stifle a yawn and head to your room, pulling off your jeans and top you reach for your oversized Black Sabbath tshirt. It’s so big, it’s like a dress that reaches the middle of thighs. You were only supposed to close your eyes for a second, but you fall into a dreamless sleep.

—

Eddie heads up the basement stairs to make his way to the bathroom, the other members of the Hellfire Club scattered around the basement as they take a 5 minute break. He feels weird being in Sammy’s house, though there was no sign of life inside when they’d arrived an hour earlier. He heads to the room Sammy pointed out as the bathroom. At the same moment he’s coming of the bathroom, you’re coming of your room, disheveled and annoyed that you slept way longer than you should and worried that you’ve not heard Sammy come home.

“Ahhhhhhh..” You scream as the guy from the bathroom emerges and he lets out a strangled cry in response to your scream. Moments later, Sammy and Dustin are running down the hall way fear on their faces.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” Sammy asks as he looks between you and Eddie confused. Eddie’s heart is racing but he’s not sure if it’s because you gave him a fright or because now he’s had time to look at you. You can feel your face burning, in the moment since you’ve screamed, you had chance to notice the Hellfire Club shirt the guy from the bathroom is wearing. You sigh and brush a hand over your face, a nervous laugh falling from your mouth.

“I didn’t know you were here with friends yet…I fell asleep.” You gesture your hand to your bedroom and Dustin laughs.

“We didn’t think you were here…This is Eddie.” Dustin points to the guy stood in the doorway of the bathroom looking a mix between uncertain and amused. You glance at Eddie again and feel your cheeks burn more. The first thing you see are his eyes. Big and brown, they catch you off guard and make you feel as though you’re falling. You offer him a small wave and a sheepish smile.

“Hi, sorry I scared you…” Eddie only nods his head and offers you a smile. His smile lights up his face and the effect it has on you makes you turn to Sammy. You rest your hand on your brothers shoulder and walk down the hallway as Eddie and Dustin follow you. Eddies eyes taking your shirt and flitting down your legs, his face feeling warm as Dustin leans over. “I told you his sister was cool.”

You release your hand from Sammy's shoulder as you reach the kitchen, keeping your eyes on your brother.

“Mom left money for pizza, how about I ring an order in and you can get back to your campaign?” Eddie can’t help but exhale a sigh of disbelief. This girl, wearing a shirt of one of his favourite bands seemed to actually understand D&D. Dustin glances at Eddie with a “I told you his sister was cool” face. Sammy nods and smiles.

“Cool, thanks Y/N.” You grab the number for the pizza place.

“Go ask what your friends want and I’ll call it in.” Sammy nods and he and Dustin head to the basement door, Eddie trailing behind, as they run down. He turns and brushes his hand over his mouth.

“Listen, I’m sorry for scaring you. I didn’t mean to.” You have no choice but to meet his eyes again and feel like your falling into those big brown eyes again, you shake your head and laugh.

“You didn’t…Well, you did…But like not on purpose. I just wasn’t expecting a random guy to come out of my bathroom…I’m sorry for scaring you.” Eddie seems to relax a bit more and you feel yourself doing the same. He leans against the door, his arms crossed over him and you notice the rings on his fingers and feel your stomach flutter. He gestures to your shirt, feeling momentarily bold.

“Nice shirt!” You look down and smile, then feel awkward, this isn’t suitable attire, you tug at them of the shirt and try to distract yourself.

“Not as nice as yours…I was pretty jealous when Sammy came home wearing it. I’d love one!” Eddie grins and again it lights up his whole face and makes you feel things you definitely shouldn’t.

“You have to join Hellfire for the shirt.” His tone is playful and you wonder if he’s flirting. You’re about to respond when Sammy comes back up the stairs with the order of pizza’s. Eddie lingers for a moment longer, as though he wants to say something but he turns and heads back downstairs.

You feel something akin to disappointment fill you. Shaking the feeling away and phone the pizza place, your mind drifting back to Eddie Munson, the dungeon master.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x afab reader #joe quinn #please I'm obsessed with his eyes and face

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