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glearyyyne · 1 month

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i wish i hated you

Part 1

Synopsis: Five years later, since Satoru last saw you but here you were, standing in front of him doing well in life but the only problem was that you couldn't remember him.

Word Count: 3,408 words

Warning: Angst ( sorry no happy ending :(( )

Note: we can't be friends (wait for your love) was well-loved both on AO3 and Tumblr that I decided to make a part 2! title is based on ariana's song in eternal sunshine!

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Satoru sighed, placing down the documents he needed to sign before passing them to the HR department to finalize. His eyes unconsciously went to his curtain wall office. It’s been at least five years since he left that shared apartment.

People say that he looks so happy in his married life but he can't keep being happy when the look in your eyes screams desperation and misery that day it got stuck in his mind now and then.

He stopped thinking when his door opened revealing his right-hand man, Suguru Geto.

“The meeting with the Zenin company has been canceled” Geto announced, Satoru’s brow furrowed. “Is there any valid reason why they canceled the meeting?” Satoru spoke with a hint of a displeased tone.

“It’s not them who canceled the meeting, it was your father, Satoru. The Zenin are quite pleased with your father's explanation,” Geto said. That left Satoru even more confused about what was going on.

“It’s better to be important-” Geto cut him off by saying “It is important, your grandfather was rushed to the hospital this morning” Satoru’s eyes widened.

“Sorry, excuse me,” Satoru said a hundred times as soon as he arrived at the hospital and was rushing inside not caring if he bumped too many people.

He heads to the receptionist to ask where his grandfather's room is only to receive that it was on the 7th floor. Satoru cursed under his breath before thanking the receptionist and headed to an elevator.

After he pressed the 7th-floor button, he tried catching his breath before he took out his phone to see unread messages from his mom and dad, especially his wife.

His thumbs stop midway as he thinks a couple of times, Satoru just thinks he should check it later as he places his phone back in his pocket while waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The moment it opened, he wasted no time and headed out of the elevator. Satoru didn't have to ask what room his grandfather was in when he noticed a crowd of familiar people in front of the room.

“Mom! What happened?” Satoru asked after he greeted her with a hug.

“Toru, we still don't know, the doctor is still examining him” His mom explained while looking back at the door that has a window that lets them see what's going on.

Satoru tried to peek only to see the back of the doctor talking to his grandfather.

“You didn't have to rush here, Satoru,” His mom told him.

“It’s fine Mom, grandfather is important besides I had Suguru to take care of things at the company” Satoru reassured her.

At that moment, the door flung open and Satoru stood up straight and ready to face the doctor only for his eyes to widen.

Here you were, standing in front of his family like the doctor you’ve ever wanted. Satoru’s eyes directly went to your neck to see the stethoscope wrapped around your neck that he gifted to you on your birthday way back.

You still wear them…

“Are you all relatives to Mr. Gojo?” You asked with your serious face and eyed them one by one until Satoru who was looking at you with an unreadable face that you couldn't comprehend but then you were able to get some responses from the family in front of you.

Your voice softened as you delivered the news to the family, "I'm sorry to inform you, but Mr. Gojo has experienced a stroke.”

“Although Mr. Gojo has experienced a stroke, we're committed to helping him regain his ability to walk again through rehabilitation and support.” You reassured them before eyeing them all. “Are there any more questions?” You asked

“If none, you’ll be allowed to get inside” One by one all of them got inside leaving Satoru behind. He stared at you with his bewildered expression.

You turned around and walked away but Satoru wanted to stop you from walking away.

He was about to speak when he felt an arm linking to his arm, he turned his head swiftly to see his wife.

“I came here so late, good thing I saw you here,” She said with a smile.

Satoru felt like his voice was stuck but his wife continued talking. “Should we head inside?” she asked.

“Uh sure let's go inside,” Satoru said as he opened the door for his wife to get in while watching your back as you slowly disappeared from his sight.

He sighs before getting inside the room after his wife gets in.

Satoru stared at the ceiling the next day inside his office as he tried to see what was wrong with you yesterday when you couldn't recognize him.

As if you're looking at him that he doesn't matter anymore

“Satoru, here are your next schedules-” Before Geto could finish his announcement, Satoru cut him off.

“Just a second Suguru, can you try and get my grandfather’s record at the hospital?” He needed to make sure if it was really you at the hospital.

Geto stared at him with a suspicious look. “May I at least know the reason behind that?” Geto asked.

“Just trying to see the bills,” Satoru thought he did a great job there when Geto only stared at him dumbfounded.

“The bills were already covered by the company, sir,” Geto told him.

shit

“Uh, mother told me to” Satoru replied and hoped for Geto to stop asking questions. His right-hand man stared for a second before heading out and coming back with the record.

Satoru sighs in relief, opens the folder and directly goes to find the doctor's name. At last, he finally saw the name.

Neurologist assigned: Dr. [Reader’s full name], M.D

His eyes sparkled as if he finally saw the treasure in a pirate hunt. It was as if it was yesterday when you told him what kind of job you wanted.

“Mhm? What kind of doctor do I want to take?” you asked Satoru after you placed your book on the table as you finally decided to give him some attention he’s been craving ever since he voluntarily wanted to come with you to the library to study until he regretted it later when you didn't give him the attention he wanted.

“Yeah,” Satoru softly said with that curious look evident on his face.

“Neurologist” You simply answered before going back to reading.

“What do they even do?” He asked curiously.

“They're like the detectives of the brain and nervous system. They specialize in understanding and treating conditions that affect these parts of the body, like strokes, epilepsy, Parkinson's disease, and even headaches. They're the go-to experts when it comes to anything related to the brain and nerves.” You explained rapidly that it made Satoru confused.

“I didn't understand from how fast you explained to me,” Satoru said, leaving you giggling.

“Sorry, I ramble sometimes when I just get too excited or get too focused on what I'm interested in” You apologize only for Satoru to raise his brow. “So you're excited to become a neurologist?” He asked.

“Yeah, I just want to help people so they won't end up like my mom” You softly replied while looking at the page you were reading.

Satoru adores you for how much you love your mom, knowing your mom died from a stroke because she wasn't given proper care.

“I know you’ll make it there” Satoru softly spoke to you as you only smiled before staring at his eyes.

“I know”

“There you go, sir just take a break for now and we’ll resume again by tomorrow,” You told the old man.

“Thank you, young lady,” he told you as you only smiled.

Before you can go, he grabs your arm making you look at him. “I haven't mentioned this but you looked familiar dear,” He said leaving you confused.

“You might have mistaken me for someone sir, I get that all the time” You deny him.

He was about to speak when the door opened revealing a white haired guy in his business attire.

You remember him from last time when you announced to the family about the condition of Mr. Gojo.

You saw how he froze when seeing you in front of his grandfather. “Satoru! Doesn't she look familiar to you? I know I saw her somewhere” His grandfather asked him.

Satoru mentally cursed as he awkwardly laughed, “I think you mistaken her for someone Grandpa” Satoru told him.

“Huh? I may be old but I don't forget things or people!” His grandfather was frustrated.

Satoru looked at you apologetically, “I’m sorry but would you mind talking outside?” He asked.

You looked back at the old man, “Get some rest sir I’ll be outside talking to him” You told him as you walked to the door and were about to open it when Satoru opened it for you.

You freeze on the spot before you thank him and head outside as he follows you afterward.

“Is there anything you would like to talk about?” You asked after he closed the door.

It was just the two of you in the hallway. Satoru stayed silent before speaking. “How is the condition of my grandfather?” he asked.

“He’s showing progress faster than those I had handled,” You answered.

“I see…” He replied, “Can I ask where you get your stethoscope?” He cursed under his breath for asking that.

You find it amusing that someone asked about your stethoscope that you’ve always been curious about where you bought it.

“I don't remember, I guess someone gave it to me?” You said while your hand held onto your stethoscope.

But that someone was me

That was what Satoru wanted to tell you but it seems you don't really remember him.

Did you get into an accident that made you lose some part of your memories?

“I see, I just felt like those were customized stethoscopes,” He said.

“I thought so too, 'cause I tried searching for this type of stethoscope but I only see those regular types of stethoscopes that every doctor has- oh wait I ramble again,” You said as you covered your mouth when you realized.

Satoru only giggled, “It’s fine if you ramble too much, it can happen” He reassured you.

“Sorry I ramble sometimes when I just get too excited or-”

“Get too focused on what you're interested in '' Satoru cut you off as you stared at him surprised and confused.

Satoru once again cursed under his breath. “It feels like you know me somehow more than I did to myself,” You said with a laugh.

And that's how Satoru finds himself clinging to his past.

A couple of weeks have passed since Satoru regularly visited his grandfather just to get to talk to you.

Satoru finds himself looking forward to seeing you after his work. It becomes concerning when he has a wife and a child waiting for him at home.

After he finished signing one of the documents, he sighed looked at the clock, and saw he still had a lot of time before he headed to the hospital.

He still wonders how you lost your memories. Satoru tried not to dig into your records at the hospital when he came by your office a couple of times just to hang out.

“Suguru” he called his right-hand man who was standing behind him.

“Yes?” Geto replied. “Do you think people lose their memories from accidents?” Satoru asked.

“mostly” was his reply, Satoru was about to speak when Geto continued his words.

“But people these days head to the Brighter Days Inc. to remove someone permanently from their memories” That's where Satoru's heart drops.

“Is it something new? ‘cause it's the first time I heard that” Satoru asked.

“It's been running around five years ago”

Shit, five years ago was also when I left that apartment

“Get the car ready, Suguru” Satoru ordered as he stood up, grabbing whatever he needed.

“May I know for what reason?” Geto asked.

“I need to see the Brighter Days Inc,” Satoru replied with determination on his face.

Satoru stepped out of the car and observed the place, he would have thought this was a daycare judging by the name of the building. Who would have thought this place runs to help people remove something from their memory?

He stepped inside and was astonished by the people waiting inside the building. He guessed this place had some kind of a good reputation.

Satoru walked into the register and a lady who was on duty greeted him as he greeted her back.

“Uhm, is it possible for me to ask if you had a previous client here five years ago?” He asked.

“Sure but may I know the name you were looking for?” The lady asked.

“[Reader's name]” Satoru answered, “May I also know your name and relationship to the client? Sorry we need to know before giving it to you,” the lady said.

“Uh, Satoru Gojo I’m- I’m her boyfriend” Satoru lied as he gulped trying to calm down but the lady didn't mind as she headed back to a storage room to grab something.

He stood there, waiting for the lady to arrive.

“Here you go” the lady appeared and dropped a file before Satoru. He then grabbed the file and read the cover.

Brighter Days Inc.

Client: [Reader’s name]

Date: December 08, 20XX

The day was after his birthday…

He slowly opened the file as it revealed the documents and his eyes trailed to where you signed the paper.

You have given extensive thought behind your decision and give "Brighter Days Inc." the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memory.

✓ Yes ___ No

Signed by: [Reader’s name and signature]

He turned the page over and saw a bunch of pictures taken of what happened that day.

Satoru's eyes softened after seeing yourself, you looked so tired and desperate. Those tears staining your cheeks, he remembers how he usually wiped them on his own before he left kisses on your cheeks.

He then saw a picture containing the box you brought, it had all of the stuff you and Satoru cherished.

Even the scarf he left behind was burned, the only left that didn't burn was the stethoscope.

This felt like a slap to him, so he asked the lady to bring the file home.

“I’m sorry sir but you can’t take home an original copy of the document, but I recommend you to get a duplicate of this although you have to pay for it,” The lady told him. Satoru had no choice but to pay to get the duplicate version of the document.

He left Brighter Days Inc, with the duplicate copy in his hands.

The moment he came home, he was greeted by his four-year-old son. Satoru smiled as he carried him, leaving the file on the couch. Satoru was so busy playing with his son that he forgot the file making his wife see it.

After showering, Satoru left the bathroom only to see his wife sitting at the edge of the bed. “You’re still not sleeping?” Satoru spoke.

“Satoru, will you be honest with me?” That made him alert, his hands slowly stopped drying his hair. “About what?” he asked.

“Are you cheating on me?” Satoru was even more confused. “I’m not, why?”

His wife then showed him the file he got from the Brighter Days Inc,

Shit

“I recognize her, the doctor of your grandfather-” she stopped talking as she began to cry. Satoru immediately went and hugged her. “It’s not what you’re thinking baby it was just a misunderstanding” he tried reassuring her.

“Misunderstanding? Can you not see the file? It had your name written to be forgotten by the doctor.” She added. Satoru had no choice but to be honest, “She and I were together back… but that was back then I was trying to see why she couldn’t remember me”

His wife stared at him with tears streaming down her cheeks and asked a question that made him freeze, “What if she remembers you? You’ll go back to her?” Satoru tried to wipe her tears but the memory of you crying suddenly made his hand stop midway.

His wife saw it, she sighed shoving his hand away as she stood up and headed out leaving him alone.

That night, he heads to the nursery room only to see his son gone, his wife must have left and stayed somewhere with their son.

After he left the company the next day, Satoru headed to the hospital with the file. He knows he should have felt guilty for his wife but he feels more guilty about what he had done to you that you had to permanently remove him from your memories.

Your assistant greeted him as usual as if seeing him here became a daily routine. “Where is she?” Satoru asked, “She’s eating lunch and-” she looked at her wrist watch “She should be finished now, if you want you can wait inside her office” the assistant suggested.

Satoru thanked her before heading inside your office and sat down in front of your table. Satoru tried to think of a way to safely tell you about your memories with him in the past.

He was ready to give up his family for the sake of coming back to you.

But then not everything goes according to his plan. The door opened as Satoru turned around with a soft smile and was ready to speak when he noticed a man beside you.

He was flabbergasted.

“Oh, Satoru, I didn't know you’d come here,” you said casually while your arm wrapped around the arm of the man beside you.

Satoru couldn't find the strength to speak. “This is Nanami Kento, my fiancé,” You said as you encouraged Nanami to greet Satoru.

“You must be the old man’s grandfather and the current holder of the Gojo company? It's nice to meet you” Nanami said, extending his hand for a handshake.

Satoru stared at it for a second before accepting it. “Y-yeah, I am. It's also nice to see you,” he said.

He tried to think the time you two talked away a couple of weeks ago, he swore he didn't see your engagement ring on your ring finger.

“Since when did you two meet?” Satoru asked even though it would hurt him. “We met at a library called Bookshelf Haven when I was studying there I met Kento,” You said with a smile to Nanami who only smiled softly at you.

Satoru felt like the world had stopped, that bookstore was where you two always go, and where Satoru asked about your future job.

You continued talking with Nanami joining the conversation but Satoru was zoning out and was getting numb to what was happening.

You looked way happier now…

“So what made you come here?” You asked him. Satoru suddenly remembered the file he had from Brighter Days Inc., he held it thinking if he should tell you or not.

“It's nothing, I just came here to greet you” Satoru slowly said, feeling defeated.

This must have been what you experienced five years ago.

He couldn't contain seeing you smiling softly to Nanami just like what you used to do to him back then. “I should head now,” Satoru told you.

“This early?” You asked, “Yeah- I have a family waiting for me at home,” He said with a fake smile even though he doesn't have a family really waiting for him to go home.

“Then stay safe on your way!” You told him as he waved before heading out of your office.

He sighed after he closed the door. Staring at the ceiling with his back against the door.

But no matter how I try to

And no matter how I want to

He began to walk away, it was really what it should have been from the start. Don't cling to your past, just move on with your life.

And no matter how easy things could be if I did

As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, he crumpled the file and threw it into the nearby bin before he got inside his car and drove away from the hospital.

And no matter how guilty, I still feel saying it

I wish I hated you.

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doobean · 7 months

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FAMILY AFFAIRS - ISAGI YOICHI

synopsis: You've got everything in life. A happy marriage with the love of your life, a new job, and you have enough savings to buy a new house! Luckily enough, your kind stepbrother offers to come with you to the open house tour while your husband is busy and away. Nothing can go possibly wrong, right?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, stepbro!isagi, reader is married to sae, reader also wears a dress hehe, cheating, manipulation, dub-con, step cest, isagi is jealous and is a bully, kinda borderline yandere!isagi, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, pet names/name-calling, dumbification, doggy/missionary/mating press, ass slapping, dacryphilia, light choking, having sex while on a phone call (oral), mirror sex, mdni word count: 3.9K a/n: part 1 of my kinktober event! idk probably the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life idk what to make of it but enjoy (im sorry sae whoops) and i swear im a good girl

Compared to how most remarriages go, you have to say that your family is part of the lucky ones.

It happened back in high school, where all the weird emotions and hormones of a teenager are at its high but, surprisingly, your stepbrother and stepfather were extremely easy-going people. And they still are. Your stepfather treats your mom with utmost care and grace, something you haven't seen in a while since your biological father stepped out of your life.

Your stepbrother, now a pro football player, is almost a carbon copy. Growing up, Isagi has always been willing to help out around the house, staying up to help you study for exams throughout undergrad and, even now, he's offering to come with you to do something that'll take up half of his off day.

"Hey," You shut your phone after sending a brief message to your husband as Isagi hops into the driver’s seat, hair slightly damp and wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of sweats as he had just gotten out of the shower. "Thanks for coming with me, you didn’t have to."

Your stepbrother shrugs his shoulders in response as he adjusts the side and rearview mirrors before starting the ignition. "I’ve got nothing going on today. Besides," Isagi eyes you playfully and pinches your exposed thighs between your dress leg slits. "Who knows what might happen if I let you go off by yourself?"

You return the favor with a light slap over his head, earning a loud yelp from the male. "It’s just an open house tour, not like I’m going off to war."

He scoffs cheekily, fixing his hair. "Yeah, but the realtor could be a serial killer or worse—" Isagi leans towards you and lowers his voice. "—an undercover clown."

You shrink, back pressing against the car door, and laugh. "The only undercover clown I see here is you.”

"You’re so lame." Isagi huffs before stepping on the gas pedal.

After a quick game of rock, paper, and scissors over who gets possession of the aux, he begrudgingly accepts defeat and allows you to play everything but country. When he manages to get on the highway, he speaks again, turning down the music volume just slightly. "What’s Sae up to these days? I hardly see him come to our family functions anymore."

You stop humming to the current song and break your gaze from the window. There's a small frown that forms, without you realizing it, and you bite your lips. "You know how his schedule usually is. Campaigns and interviews got him busier nowadays. But he should be landing home later."

"Later today?" Isagi quirks a brow.

You nod, shifting in your seat. "Mhm, he said he’ll call me once the flight lands. Why?"

There’s a long pause before Isagi answers, shrugging his shoulders, and turns at the exit. "No reason."

The drive there is relatively smooth. You guys pass the time with quick snippets of what's going on in your lives since Isagi had just returned overseas from a match and, despite not really knowing the ins and outs of football that much, you're still willing to listen to whatever he's rambling on about. It's one of the small things that you adore about Isagi, he's shamelessly passionate about his career, and oddly enough, the conversation gives you a burst of energy.

You shoot back with your own life updates, though a bit more mild and mundane to his travels and exciting goals. You briefly mention a new job promotion, your closest friends announcing their pregnancy, Sae's new ad campaigns, and all the other houses you've toured within the past three months. The current house you're viewing today seems promising and within Sae's expected pay range.

From what you've seen online, it's a three-story house built near the edge of a hill with an attached infinity pool, a masterchef-styled kitchen, and a private built-in gym. You don't really need all of that, but who are you to deny your husband's generosity?

Isagi lets out a long whistle when he pulls up next to the realtor's car on the long, winding driveway. "You're seriously gonna be living here?" He seems to be in disbelief at the size and so are you. It's a lot bigger in person than what the pictures offer.

"Maybe," You hop out of the car, brushing off any sort of dust collecting to your dress, and adjust your purse straps. "Hopefully, this will be the one."

While you didn’t think the realtor would be a creep, Isagi wasn’t wrong when he suggested tagging along. Upon entering the house, the realtor immediately makes an unwarranted comment about your figure, commenting on how nicely the dress hugs your body before offering his hand. Isagi intercepts smoothly by introducing himself as your boyfriend, which honestly came out of left field, but at least the realtor backed off for the remainder of the tour. After an hour of showcasing, the agent hands his business card to Isagi and nearly stumbles over his feet when leaving the property.

"Is he gone?"

Isagi pulls one of the curtains aside and nods. "Yeah, his car isn’t in the driveway anymore."

"Ugh, it’s a shame but at least the place is nice." You briefly snap a couple of photos of the living room and kitchen. "I think we might put in an offer by the end of the week."

"It's not too far from my place either," Isagi adds. He wanders around the kitchen some more, pulling the cabinet drawers open and playing with the faucets carefree now that the agent is out of sight. "Think I could crash here sometime?" He jokes.

"As much as I love having your annoying ass around, I think not." You giggle when a cute pout forms on his lips. "Okay, maybe like once a month." It's hard to say no to your stepbrother sometimes.

You meet up with him in the kitchen, hands gently gliding across the marble kitchen countertop and stopping when Isagi manages to pull out an unopened champagne bottle from the fridge. He waves it around for a bit before signaling at the glasses in the cupboards.

Isagi bites his lips thoughtfully. "You wanna?"

Why not? It's been quite the ride to get here and you like to think of this as an early celebration. You pull out two glasses and eagerly watch as Isagi opens the bottle. He fumbles a bit with the top and a good amount of the liquid starts spilling out, dripping over the countertop and onto the floor.

"Shit, wait let me clean that up—" He rushes to grab a nearby towel though you beat him to it with your own pair of napkins from your purse.

"It's okay, I've got it, Yoichi." You start to bend down but he grabs a hold of your wrist, forcing you back up.

"No," His tone is firm and you could've sworn there's something fleeting that flashes across his eyes for a moment. "Let me take care of it."

And for whatever reason, you let him. "Alright..."

Isagi takes his time cleaning up the spill. He's careful like that, maybe because he knows you're insistent on buying this property. Knowing him, he wants to make sure everything is perfect.

His hands stop when it reaches your shoes and you feel your breath catching in your throat. The sight of him on his knees triggers a reaction you can't quite understand. You shove the thoughts away and cough loud enough once you notice him hesitating.

"Is there something wrong?" Your voice comes out faint, almost breathy.

"It got on your dress," Isagi states casually, lifting his head to meet your confused gaze. "Mind if I get that for you?" He whispers the last part as if there's a hidden intention behind his words.

You're not sure if your dress got wet. You're positive that nothing spilled on it. But, according to your kinder-spirited stepbrother, there are a few spots and you suppose it'll be bad to leave it unattended.

"Sure," You answer on instinct.

"That's good," Isagi begins dabbing the cloth gently against the fabric, slowly making his way up until he's hovering over your pelvis.

You have no idea why you're starting to feel yourself burn all over the place. It feels like Isagi is taking mental pictures of your figure, storing them all in his head as you feel his eyes trace your skin. Goosebumps start trailing down your arms and you shift your legs together. "Yoichi—"

Isagi stops his motions and tips his head down, letting his bangs fall over his eyes. He lets the towel fall to the floor and you twitch when you begin to feel his callous palms hiking all the way up your legs. It's strangely hypnotic, watching your stepbrother do this and you're not sure why you're allowing it to happen. Everything begins to feel hazy, surreal, and wrong.

Your gut twists on itself inside out when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties. Surely, there are some champagne spills there? Right? Maybe that's why you feel comfortable spreading your legs for him to clean it up. The two of you silently exchange dazed glances when you guide his hands, brushing the panties to the side of your legs as your heat gains exposure to the air.

"Gotta clean this one too," He rasps out. And you take a deep, shuddering breath when Isagi's lips latch onto your folds, wasting no time with his tongue. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.

A thousand questions flood through your mind. Has he always viewed you this way? How are you going to present this to Sae? Should you even say anything to your husband at this point? They're the wrong questions to be focusing on, you know that better than anyone. In a split second, your healthy relationship with Isagi has opened so many cracks around its edges that it's now something completely irreparable.

And you're ashamed of just how goddamn good this feels.

"You're so sweet down here." Isagi's eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, already seemingly drunk off of you.

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut as his tongue traces around, larping up your intoxicating slick. Isagi lets out a low groan when your fingers run through his hair, gripping it just slightly forward enough to allow his nose to brush against your aching nerve.

All of this comes crashing down when a familiar ringtone goes off. You nearly jump at the rapid vibrations from your purse and hastily fish out your phone, heart dropping at the contact that's on the screen.

"Pick it up, I'll be quiet." The way that easily comes out of his mouth makes you want to throw up.

You swallow back a moan and clench the phone tight in your hands. "Yoichi, I'm being serious...! If he finds out we're both dead!"

"Then make me."

His hot breath hovers over your clit as he looks up, masking his ill intentions behind his seemingly big, innocent eyes. Those very same eyes that would comfort you after a bad day, the same eyes that shine whenever you told him about an achievement—no matter how big or small—, and the very same eyes that are now clouded with something more sinister as he searches for an answer in your own pair.

"If you don't want it then push me away. Make up your mind or else Sae's gonna be worried." Isagi mocks your voice when attempting to say your husband's name. The way it rolls off his tongue makes your stomach churn and the wedding band on your hand suddenly feels unbearably tight.

You shouldn't. You know better. You're in love with Sae Itoshi and this—whatever this is—needs to stop.

"You're turning into a mess down here, sis." You attempt to close your legs together but his grip is like iron. Isagi tilts his head to the side and huffs over your nub. "I said push me, baby."

"Y-Yoi—" Your words get stuck in your throat as he 'accidentally' brushes his lips against your heat. Another dark glint flashes across his eyes and he grins.

You pick up the call and clear your throat, but your free hand wanders to your stepbrother's head, giving him the slightest nudge so that his nose brushes against your slick heat.

"Hi babe, how is everything?" You're trying so hard to level your voice.

"Just landed," Sae replies. There are muffled voices in the background, which you assume are his bodyguards and paparazzi. After some awkward shuffling, he asks, "Are you at the property right now?"

"Yeah," You continue to tug at Isagi's hair, suppressing a moan when he flicks his tongue a bit too hard over your sensitive nub. "It's spacious and has a nice backyard, I—I think you'll like it." You're beginning to pant, almost whining, under your stepbrother's touch.

"Mhm, send over pictures when you can. Is Isagi with you right now?"

You nearly choke out a sob as his fingers begin to edge their way inside. "Y-Yes!" You sputter out, launching forward as your knees begin to grow weak.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You can't stop the twitching and bucking of your legs. Isagi notices and wraps a free arm around the back of your legs, keeping you upright and pressed against his face. "I-I'm fine, why?" You breathe out.

"You sound like you're sick." Sae is concerned. Concerned for your well-being while you are currently getting fingered by your stepbrother.

You almost cry when you feel Isagi’s fingers slip out of your sloppy folds. He gets up from his knees, gripping your waist as you stumble forward from the loss in pleasure, and grabs a hold of your phone. As if he's playing a game, Isagi holds up a finger to his lips, silently asking you to keep quiet. It’s almost scary how fast you see him transition from being an absolute monster to back to being your loving stepbrother all in a second.

Even with his mouth covered in your slick, he clears his throat and speaks with confidence to Sae. "She's feeling a bit down now but I'll drive her back once we're done."

"Is that so?" Sae lets out a heavy sigh. "Thanks, Isagi. I should be back before dinner so keep me updated."

"Anytime, we'll see you later!" Isagi grins over the line before twisting his head down at you. "Sis, do you have anything else to say?" There is it. That look again. His smile sends shivers down your legs as he presses the device to your ear, rubbing it firmly against the side of your face.

You can't find the power within you to break free from Isagi's taunting gaze. The way his lips grow wider as fear washes over yours makes you only fall for his touch just more. It's almost addicting as much as it's wrong.

"I love you, Sae." You force out the words and your stepbrother has the audacity to laugh.

Thankfully, Sae doesn't hear it. "I love you too. I'll talk to you guys later." And the line drops.

Isagi doesn't give you time to recollect your thoughts as he plunges his fingers back into your warmth. Your body staggers under him, hips matching his feverous rhythm, throwing the last of your morals out the window.

"Oh my god—!"

"You love him, yeah?" He hums in the crook of your neck and presses his hardened length against your plush thighs. "Love him more than me?" Isagi coos.

You throw your head into his chest, eyes shut tight, and inhale his stimulating scent. "I love him, y-yes I do...!" You fumble over the words and make a mournful sound.

"Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter either way—" Isagi drags you easily in his arms to the bedroom and positions himself behind you while facing the full-body mirror by the closet. "—because you're going to be screaming out my name." He pulls down your dress straps and starts leaving hungry, sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulder blades.

A shaky breath escapes your lips and you shut your eyes, tilting your head to the side, allowing him even more access. "Yoi..."

"Look at yourself, sis." His sudden sharp tone makes your eyes shoot up. His sweatpants fall down around his thighs and you see him stroking his thick length in the mirror. Isagi presses it against your increasingly wet folds, groaning from how easily your body accepts him, and gives your ass a harsh slap. "Watch how I fuck you."

You can barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Lipstick smeared, tears pooling at your eyes from a mixture of pleasure and guilt, dress straps slipping off your flushed shoulders, and the numerous amounts of hickeys from your stepbrother marred against your skin. And you still have that damn wedding ring on.

Isagi sucks his teeth in as he watches your chest rise and fall when he slowly enters you. The feeling is different compared to Sae's.

Your stepbrother's cock is thicker and angled more to the right, hitting and stretching out spots that you didn't know existed. Once you bottom him out, Isagi pulls back his hips before snapping them back into place. Just one thrust from him is enough to knock the air out of you. He keeps repeating the motion until you're a writhing mess and a puddle from your heat collects onto the hardwood floor.

"A-Ah—w-wait fuckfuckfuck...!"

Isagi snatches your face in his hand and pulls you up against his chest, making his cock nest deeper into your velvety walls. "Visit me often, yeah? It's not fair that he gets to fuck this pretty pussy every day."

You let out a muffled moan when Isagi collides his lips against yours, his tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth. Everything feels so hazy, so intense, nothing like this reminds you of how sweet and gentle Isagi usually treats you.

"Baby," He breathes, relocating his hand on your face to your neck, he gives it a tender squeeze. "I'm better, aren't I?" Isagi lets out a whine when he feels your insides tightening up around him.

Your eyes are glossed over, drool seeping out from the edge of your mouth as you mumble, "I—I don’t know… I’m—aaah…”

"Huh? What was that?" He pulls back, keeping the tip in, and chuckles when he watches your face twist in disappointment at the loss of feeling. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."

Isagi watches your reflection, paying close attention to the way your lips quiver at your next words. It's almost as if he's getting off at seeing your internal conflict with tears sticking hot against your lashes. Finally, you give in. "Y-You're better, Yoichi... you fill me up more than Sae..."

His eyes widen with glee. "That's what I fucking thought." Within seconds, he adjusts his grip on your hips and snaps back into your puffy folds. "If he ever makes you cry, you know your big brother is going to take care of you, right? No one can take care of you like I can."

You catch your breath when his toned biceps lift you in his arms. The second your back meets the mattress, his length stretches your hot entrance again.

"Shit, it's like you're made for me," Your legs hang limp over his shoulders as he presses deeper. "You take me in so good."

You pant uncontrollably under him, wanting to start sentences but being unable to finish as his thrusts and the lewd wet sounds from your heat bounce off the walls. You can tell by the dark look in Isagi's eyes that he relishes in the feeling of making you feel overwhelmed and stimulated. Every time when you call out his name, when your moans are forced out by his animalistic thrusts, he clenches his grip harder around you.

"Get on your knees, baby," Isagi coos and he lets out a dark chuckle when you obediently nod.

You struggle to get on all fours, lower body shaken to its core from the intense raw pleasure. You’re taken aback when you see the sheer amount of sweat and other bodily fluids that stain the mattress sheets beneath you. While you're brain is trying to process how on earth you guys are going to clean this up, Isagi has taken hostage your hips again, lifts your dress up, and is already repositioning himself from behind. With a swift swipe of his tip, he claims his territory once again.

"Fuck," He hisses, watching the plump of your ass jiggle at every thrust he makes. His other hand twists underneath you, digits finding their home on your clit. "You make the sweetest sounds, you know that?"

A familiar coil builds in your stomach. A feeling that has brought you and Sae closer dozens of times before. Only, this time, you feel yourself about to come undone by the hands of a different man. As his fingers work their final motion around your throbbing clit, your vision turns foggy, and your body slumps onto the mattress as your orgasm washes over you. Isagi groans as your walls fluctuate and squeeze desperately around his length, sending him close to his own ending.

His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass, leaving half-crescent moons, as he pumps streaks of white inside and pulls out immediately, allowing some to finish dribbling out on your back. The sight of you spasming with the combination of both your and his fluids spewing out causes him to moan in delight.

"Once a month, right?" He repeats your earlier promise, hot breath ticking your wet skin. When he realizes that you're too dumb-fucked to respond back, he reaches over and attempts to wipe the sweat collecting on your face. His normal bright smile comes back and it's like nothing has changed. "Let's get ready to meet up with Sae."

There's a heavy shift in the air when dinner arrives.

Isagi had graciously offered his hoodie to cover up the hickeys, knowing damn well that your husband is going to see them regardless when you return to your shared apartment. Still, Isagi believes he's still doing his due diligence as a good stepbrother.

You're sitting across from Sae and have been avoiding both males' gazes throughout the evening. From the second you sat down, to the moment Sae kissed your cheek, it felt so hard to breathe. You're not sure if Isagi is helping or making the situation worse by rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh.

It's almost an hour into dinner and you've only taken three bites and are on your third glass of wine. Being the attentive husband he is, Sae picks up on your uneasiness and sets down his fork.

"Everything alright?" Sae eyes the two of you across the table.

"Yeah," Isagi speaks for you and curls an arm around your shoulder. "She's just feeling under the weather, remember?"

You're too overwhelmed by everything going on, so you lean into his touch, hands gripping your thighs in the process like you're trying to crush something, knuckles white and fingertips bruising.

You hate how going back to your husband's arms after this, talking about your future together, and potentially starting a family—all of it seems like it's the most daunting feeling in the world.

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Electrified

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Summary: Escaping an uncomfortable situation at a party, you frantically look for your best friend, just to find he was also searching for you.

Warnings: 18+ per usual, alcohol consumption, SMUT, semi public sex, unprotected sex (y'all know better), this is literally just porn... nothing too crazy.

Words: nearly 4.5k

A/N: Ugh another Sam friends to lovers? Yes. This is a Taylor Swift inspired fic🥰. Every time I hear this song, I think of Sammy (despite the fact he hates pop music) So I finally wrote about it, enjoy! (Disclaimer I literally didn't edit this much at all & I'm so sorry)

"Who are you trying to impress," Sam's eyes trace the shape of your body before looking back to the road. "Nobody," you fix the length of your dress in the passenger seat. "Why? You worried someone might try to take me home?" you smirk.

"Pfft, no," he rolls his eyes, thumbs drumming to the beat of the rock song piercing through your ears. "Then why do you care," you bicker with him as if you're siblings, trying to get each other as annoyed and worked up as possible.

The truth is, you couldn't care less if anyone else saw you. You only wanted Sam to see you, for some stupid reason. Sam is your best friend, and has been for years, so why would you even try to impress him? For the same reason everybody else tries to impress their person of choice, of course.

"Oh thank god. I'm saved!" Sam snickers as he pulls into his brother's crowded driveway. You giggle and roll your eyes "Sam you know I don't like parties, you're gonna have to deal with me eventually tonight."

"Yeah, well, I'm saved for now," he playfully grabs your knee and gives it a shake before pulling his seatbelt away from his body. "Oh shut up, you know you would gladly argue with me for hours," you unbuckle your own seatbelt, pushing the door open with your heel.

Sam helps you down from the passenger's seat, his large hand hovering over the small of your back, then gently grabbing your waist as you slip out of the seat until your heels touch the ground. "You got me," he grins. It's simple touches like these that keep you on your toes, a wave of electricity flowing through your body every. single. time.

You look around at the countless cars lined up in front of Josh's house, starting to grow anxious. "I'll be in there the whole time. If anything happens, just find me," Sam pats your back and gestures for you to follow him into his brother's house.

All you really want is to stay in and watch movies, but Sam wouldn't dare to miss his big brother's party, and you don't blame him.

Sam parts ways with you within just minutes of being in the house, instantly going to mingle with any person who catches his attention. You grow a little jealous, not just of the other people getting his attention but also of his social skills. You wish you could make conversation with people as effortlessly as he could, but instead, you hunt for any person you're relatively close with.

"Y/N!" You hear your name being called by a voice you could recognize from miles away. "Jake?" You locate him in just seconds, walking over and pulling him into a side hug. "You here with Sam?" Jake looks around for any sight of his younger brother.

"Yeah. He left me as soon as we got through the door," you smile, swinging your arm through the air as if to swat away a pesky fly. "Yeah.. Sam's an asshole," he laughs, but he can't seem to mask the look of concern playing on his features.

The unbearable sounds of Sam shouting with others only seem to make you more upset. You should be happy that your best friend can have fun and be himself, but it all just gets caught up in a fit of jealousy. "You don't need to worry about me. Do you know where Josh is?" You look around, having not seen Josh once at his own party.

"Hm, downstairs maybe. You know how Josh is, he's just trying to converse with everyone," you nod your head, giggling as you picture his adorable self going around to every single person here and making them feel welcome.

"Well, I'm gonna go look for him. I'll see you later," you wave, squeezing through and dodging everyone till you reach the stairs. There he is, his slim figure facing away from you as he talks to someone at the bottom of the stairs. You wait there only for a few seconds until Josh discovers you himself, swiftly making his way up the stairs "Y/N! When did you get here? Where's Sam?"

"There he is! We didn't show up too long ago. And Sam's gotta be around here somewhere." Josh pulls you into an embrace, stepping back and complimenting your dress. "Thanks, Sam didn't like it," you giggle "I gotta say, you always have the best parties. You truly are a man of many talents."

You and Josh are rudely interrupted by a woman's voice shouting your name, followed by a cold hand wrapping around your arm. Your brows furrow, giving Josh a puzzled look before turning around to meet eyes with a girl you knew, but not well enough.

She's obviously wasted, her eyes bloodshot, her skin a deep shade of crimson, not to mention the fact you can hardly understand her "I haven't seen you in forever!" You avoid any physical contact, lest she spills her drink on your brand new dress you'd spent all afternoon staring at yourself in. "Hey, Jen. Been a while, huh?" There's no doubt in your mind that this conversation would be 100% less painful if you had something in your system, but you were completely sober.

"Let me get you a drink," she pats your shoulder and gestures toward the counter that is littered with countless alcohol bottles, empty and full. It's as if she read your mind. You let out a sigh of relief, turning back to Josh but he's not there, and now you're surrounded by people you'd rather not be around.

Normally you wouldn't take a drink made by someone else, but these are Josh's friends, and Jen was 100% a girls girl. "Thank you," you take the drink from her hand, awkwardly sipping off the red solo cup filled with what tastes like a mix of vodka and cherry juice.

"We're playing games in the living room, you should come join," Jen grabs you, pulling you in the direction of the living room before you can even say anything.

"Oh no, I'm so bad at games, I'll just embarrass myself," you whine, but letting her drag you into the room of people nonetheless. "Not skill games, silly!" She points at everyone sitting in a circle, familiar faces looking up and insisting you to sit. It all feels so childish, like a bunch of high schoolers that got ahold of their parent's alcohol, playing games to get a rise out of each other.

You find Jake in the circle as well, a defeated smile on his face as he shrugs in your direction. "Fine," everyone cheers, scooting over to make room for you and the dark-haired girl next to you. Jake is sitting straight across from you, his sweet brown eyes calming you down and silently telling you to relax, to have fun.

You're not sure when, but at some point, the questions being asked have taken a sharp turn from being embarrassing yet harmless, to being strictly about the sex lives of everyone in the circle.

All color drains from your face as the bottle slows down, pointing straight at you. You already know the question is gonna be about you and Sam, it always is.

"Have you hooked up with Sammy yet? What's he like in bed?"

"I haven't... which is a surprise considering he'll take any girl home," you fail to hide the venom and jealousy that has laced your voice, everyone giggling and "ooh" ing like little children. "Just spin the damn bottle. I don't wanna hear about Sam's sex life anymore," Jake saves you from any more invasive questions, sending a wink in your direction.

You sit miserably through a couple more rounds and a few more drinks, the constant discussion of sex reminding you that you haven't gotten off in a while. You've been so busy for the past few days, you'd completely forgotten how long you've gone without a good orgasm.

Wetness in your panties becomes evident to you as you adjust your position. For every minute you sit there, the anticipation grows, your heart pounding and your hands trembling as you absent-mindedly search for Sam every other second. Your mind sifts through every possible affair, unsure of how to fix your problem. Do you relieve yourself in Josh's bathroom? Look for someone to go home with?

Finally, you stand up, your legs beginning to carry you away from the circle before your brain can even make a decision. "Excuse me," you ignore everyone's stares and questions, moving through the house as if you're on autopilot mode.

You still don't know where you're going, but when you find yourself subconsciously searching for Sam's face, it becomes apparent what you truly want. Now you're frantic, plowing through people and shamelessly calling his name. You're in a daze as you search every corner of Josh's house, not paying any care to how beside yourself you may look or how desperate you may sound to lingering guests.

Turning the corner to yet another crowded room, you run into someone's chest, exhilaration coursing through your veins and what's left of your inhibitions melting away as you realize it's Sam.

"Sam! I was looking everywhere for you!" you basically throw yourself onto him, smoothing your palms over his chest. "I was looking for you," his tone is sexy, hypnotizing sultry brown eyes stare into yours. You don't know if it's just the drinks, but there's a specific energy radiating off of Sam's warm body. If you stand there for long enough, breathing him in, you're sure that it will get you high.

An overwhelming feeling takes complete control over you, lifting yourself slightly to whisper in his ear "I need you, Sam." You shock yourself, unsure where your sudden bluntness came from.

You watch Sam's eyes widen and feel his chest rise and fall underneath your hands, his body growing unbelievably hot.

Sam's breath significantly picks up as you cup his face, rubbing your thumb across the warm surface. You back him into a dark part of the room, starting to press kisses against his neck.

He looks around in a panic, but luckily no one is looking "Y/N, we're leaving. Now." His lanky fingers wrap around your wrist, and he begins to pull you through the house, nearly running.

You both are far too turned on to say goodbye to anyone or pay attention to comments people make as you pass by. But to your misfortune, Josh stops you.

"Hey! Are you two leaving already?" Josh quirks an eyebrow as he notices something on Sam's neck, a smirk playing on his lips after connecting the dots. "Uh, yeah," Sam searches for an excuse "You know how she is with parties." Sam lifts your arm as you awkwardly smile beside him.

"Okay, well, it was really nice to see you. Enjoy yourselves," Josh doesn't pull you in for a hug like he normally would, instead just sending you on your way. His smug tone and grin would normally send you into a panic, but right now you couldn't care less about anything other than Sam.

You hope to make a beeline straight out the door, but you're stopped by yet another Kiszka brother and Daniel by his side.

"There you are. Leaving?" Jake's eyes flick down to the same spot Josh noticed, now you're curious. Sam nods "She's not feeling great and I'm her ride." Jake snickers and taps Danny with his elbow, a crooked smile growing on his face "I'm sure you are."

"Oh fuck off. Are you gonna let us leave?" Sam doesn't even try to act calm, the more you stand the more the anticipation builds. "You can't stay just a little longer?" Danny smirks, Jake bringing his hands up to rest on his hips.

"No," now you're incredibly impatient and unable to stand still as your arousal soaks your panties "I really don't feel good." "Awh... Well.. you heard the girl," Jake laughs through his words, sending a jab to Danny's side with his elbow. Danny slings his arm over Jake's shoulder as they begin to take steps backward "see ya!"

"Fuck. Finally," Sam breathes, and you look over to him, your lipstick painted all over his neck. "Sam," you whisper, but he's too distracted to hear it, or anything anyone is saying. Suddenly, the room erupts with hollers as Sam shoves you through the door.

"Sam, they all know," you whine, reaching a hand up to massage his scalp as he pulls you into his side. "Good," he pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocking the car and practically running to it. Sam walks around to the driver's side, and that's when you realize you can't wait any longer.

"Sam," you drop your head, fully aware of how desperate you've become. "What baby?" He opens the door, a smug grin pulling on his cheeks. "Sam I- I can't... I need you."

"I thought you'd say that," he snickers, slamming the door shut and pulling the door to the back seat open. You waste no time sending the door flying open and crawling in, locking the door behind you.

Your lips instantly find his, your teeth clashing into each other's as you smash your lips together. "What were you thinking?" Sam sucks in a breath as he backs you toward the door and hovers over you. Before you can respond he starts again "I mean seriously. Wearing this tiny fucking dress. Kissing me in front of those people. Getting me all worked up."

A whiney moan escapes your mouth as he lifts the hem of your dress, his cold fingertips grazing the skin of your upper thigh. "I knew you'd like it," you confess in a moan, lifting your hands and tangling them in his hair, pulling him into you.

Suddenly, he violently pulls the silk black fabric above your head. Your words obviously sparked a fire in him, a vicious one nobody could put out. Sam's fingers rake over your thighs then up to your unclothed breasts, groaning at the sight "You knew full well what you were doing dressed like this."

Sam takes your nipple in his mouth before releasing it with a pop and sucking a bruise to the swell of your breast. "So what if I did, Sammy?" You moan, arching your back into him. You reach down and cup his bulge, palming him as a devilish grin grows on your face.

"Then I'll just have to fuck you until you can't see straight." With that, he begins to trail kisses down your breasts to your navel, his finger drawing lines across your skin so close to where you desperately need his touch.

"Sam, please," you whine, back arching up into his touch as he kisses along the band of your panties. Your pleads are met with a sick laughter against your tummy "you're so needy, you know that?"

You couldn't roll your eyes back further in your head, trying your very hardest to not reach down and pull your panties off yourself. "You can't act like you don't need it just as bad, Sam. I know how bad you want to fuck me," you moan, knowing it'd set off something in him.

You were right, because without warning he swiftly pulls the tiny piece of lace fabric down your legs, leaving you completely naked. "Jesus, you're eager, huh?" Sam hums and brings his lips to your tummy, sucking the skin into his mouth before lapping at the raw skin with his tongue.

"You just can't admit it huh Sammy? You can't admit that I'm right?" You try to get him as worked up as you possibly can, your body rolling into his touch. "Wow. You're right, Y/N. I'm just dying to feel you," he rolls his eyes dramatically, but he's far from lying.

Slowly and painfully, Sam makes a line of kisses down from your navel to the very top of your heat. "Please.." is all you can muster up and your eyes clamp shut in anticipation, just waiting for him to do something, anything.

"Now you're being nice? What happened to the bratty girl who was here just a second ago?" Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his hot breath against your core. "Sam, stop. Plea-" you're unable to finish your sentence when he suddenly points his tongue, dragging it through your arousal drenched folds.

You suck in a choked gasp, involuntarily pushing yourself against Sam's face, earning a hum against your heat. The vibration sends a shock through your body, your hands mindlessly flying to his hair "oh Sam..."

His tongue quickly warmed up to you, it was as if he already knew your body. Without warning, Sam shoves a finger in you, hitting a sweet spot as he does so. "Sam.. I can- I'm almost-" you're interrupted by your own moan as he pushes another finger in, instantly curling up.

Sam lifts his head to look you in the eye, stopping his movement causing you to whine at the loss of contact "can you do one more?" You're a bit taken back by the question "I- I don't know... Nobody's ever..."

"I know you can," he presses a peck to your clit and slowly slides in a third, stretching you out in a way you've never experienced before. "Oh- oh my god.. Sam,"

"Good girl... You're so tight around my fingers, baby. Are you close?" All you can muster up is a weak nod and a hum, pushing yourself down onto his fingers further. You find yourself holding your breath, a moan ripping through your chest as he presses the flat of his tongue against your clit.

You take the opportunity to grind against his tongue, your hips beginning to shake and your thighs burn when you feel your orgasm approach. Your movements significantly quicken, relentlessly grinding and pushing yourself against Sam's tongue as he viciously rams his fingers into you.

Within a matter of seconds, the burning pleasure flows through your entire body, your eyes shut so tightly you might need to pry them open as you mutter his name over and over.

"Fuck, Y/N," Sam breathlessly snickers, slowly pulling his fingers from you and rubbing the slick all around your core. He returns to hover over you, bringing his face down to your ear "you know... A couple girls tried to take me home.. but I was looking for you, Y/N."

Your eyes widen in confusion and you nod your head, silently telling him to continue. "I couldn't stop thinking about you.. that dress.. your body. I needed you. Only you," he takes the shell of your ear in between his teeth, gently biting down.

The confession sends a shiver down your spine and your mouth falls open once he finds a sensitive spot behind your ear. You reach up and push his head against your neck, you can basically hear your heartbeat in your ears as he continues to nip at and place open mouth kisses to your neck.

"I thought you didn't like the dress," you smirk, your other arm reaches down, desperately trying to find what you need so bad. "So greedy... you're not satisfied with just these?" Sam teases, dragging his fingers through your heat.

"Sam, stop," you moan, your body jolting at the touch. Another wicked snicker leaves his lips as he presses his clothed bulge to your core "that attitude isn't gonna get you anywhere, doll. Ask nicely."

As much as you hate it, you're ready to accept defeat. "Please, Sam. I need you. Please... give it to me," you whine, grinding up against his bulge. An animalistic groan bubbles up from from his chest as he props himself up with one hand, the other fumbling with his button.

"Need help with that?" You giggle, watching as he fails to swiftly undo his jeans. You don't let him respond, his head dips down to rest in the crook of your neck as you reach to finish the task yourself.

Within just seconds you get his button undone and his zipper down, pushing them to his knees and instantly cupping his erection. Suddenly, you start to process just exactly what is happening.

He lifts his head and you look into his gorgeous brown eyes, yours widening as you take in every feature of his face lit by the moonlight. "What is it baby? You nervous?" He smiles at you, his hands running down your body, squeezing painfully at your thighs.

"Well I'd be lying if I said I wasn't, Sammy," you confess, and his face softens, the devious smile that played on his lips visually turning into a fond grin.

"Oh, Y/N. There's no need to be nervous, I promise," he brings his head back down to softly kiss your lips, but you had something else in mind. You take the opportunity to palm him through his boxers, eliciting a desperate groan from him. You can tell he's been holding back, and it's painful.

You bite his lip as he pulls back, every ounce of doubt or anxiety draining from your body. "Tell me, pretty," he pushes his boxers past his hips, his unbelievably hard cock springing free. "You knew I'd like that dress?"

If you're being honest, you completely forgot you had even said that, but it's obvious he'd been working himself into a frenzy over it. "Sammy.. I wore it for you," you drag your fingers over his body, his breath hitching in his throat as you draw a line down his length with your fingertip.

"I wore it because I thought.. I don't know.. it'd turn you on..." You trail off, looking away from him and suddenly hyper-aware of your naked body. "Well it worked, didn't it?" He giggles, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him "does this mean you've wanted to fuck me before tonight?"

"Well... I mean yeah," you reach down, grasping the base of his cock "are we just gonna lay here and have a conversation or do you want to fuck me, Sam?" A shocked look plays on his face which quickly morphs into a sinister smile "you're feisty."

You grasp the back of his neck, bringing him close to you and sucking on the skin behind his ear as you slowly stroke his cock. "God- damnit Y/N," Sam groans as he involuntarily fucks himself into your hand.

Just as he juts his hips to fuck himself into your hand, you move it, and push him down to be lined up with your dripping entrance. "Fuck me until I can't see straight, Sam," you whisper lowly into his ear, granting him permission to enter you.

"Oh fuck," he groans, your own noises mirroring his as he stretches you out so slow that the sting could become almost too much for you. You arm instinctively flies over his back, pushing him down closer to you "oh my god."

Within just a matter of seconds he begins to roll his hips, snapping them into the meat of your thigh and hitting a sweet spot just right. The moan that tumbles past your lips could disturb the entire first floor of the party still very alive and just feet away from you and Sam.

"Yeah you like that?" He punctuates his words with another sharp thrust, followed by a slow, languid thrust. "Mhm.." your eyebrows knit together, unable to form words as he keeps up this intoxicating pattern.

Your mind grows foggy, your only thoughts consisting strictly of Sam. "M- more," you whine and reach down to unbutton his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on yours.

"More? Are you sure you want that?" Sam struggles to form his own sentence as you clench and quiver around him. You nod your head frantically, pulling his chest down onto yours and arching your back up into him.

The slight change in position allowed Sam to go even deeper, the new leverage giving you everything you needed. "Oh Sam.. right there.. oh," you cry, clawing his back.

He feels too good

He hits an especially sensitive spot with a particularly rough thrust, a shocking wave of electricity flowing through your body. "Holy- holy shit..." you all but shriek, and you violently throw your head back, crashing into the door behind you.

"Woah- you okay?" Sam's movements never falter, keeping that same pattern. "Yes, Sam. Just keep- keep fucking me," you finally get the full sentence out after what feels like forever, and you know you're not going to last much longer.

You try to warn him, but your pathetic attempts to form words fail miserably. "Shit Y/N... you're so-" he interrupts himself with a guttural groan as his own orgasm to approaches.

Just as you requested and he promised, what was left of your vision completely fades away and you no longer fight to keep your eyes open.

Suddenly, fiery white pleasure viciously burns through your body and you're sure you've never felt anything like this before as you cry out his name over and over and over. "Shit. Shit shit shit," Sam's pleasure takes over his mind and you feel his hot release spurt inside you.

You're unsure just how much time has passed, but it's enough to bring you back down to earth. "Sam? You still with me?" You giggle, rubbing his back as you half expect him to be asleep.

"I'm here," he breathes, a wave of melancholy taking over your mind as you realize it's over. "I'm gonna pull out love, you ready?" All you can do is nod, clamping your eyes shut and preparing yourself. You bite back a whimper as he pulls from you, a mix of your juices dripping down your leg.

The last thing you'd expect is Sam going down and licking the mess up. A sharp, yet intoxicating feeling shocking your body as he licks through your folds and over you overstimulated clit.

"Think you could go another round?" You whisper, untangling his sweaty hair. His head shoots up to meet your eyes, a sinister grin playing over his features "go get in the front... We're going home."

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, allusions/talk about sex, alcohol and drug consumption and misuse (i don't condone the actions of the characters so remember to drink wisely), A LOT of mentions of death, iffy morals?? - if there are any more pls lmk

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: hiii and welcome to the first chapter of my new fic. I haven't written a multi-chapter fic in a while so be patient with me. some little disclaimers: as of the moment of writing this chapter i have only seen the first 3 eps of gen v so if something doesn't work plot wise with future eps i will try to come back and change it, secondly i do not support chance perdomo's actions - i felt like this needed to be stated cause his character andre will be a prominent part of the story and i would change it but he literally is the only one that really makes sense in his role in vic's backstory. vic's wonderful roommate was created all thanks to one of my mutuals (not sure if you want me to mention you by name) so all credit goes to them for gemma. FINALLY i hope you enjoy! the second chapter should be out soon and i'm always open to feedback so lmk your thoughts either in the comments or in an ask. love you and ty for taking the time to read my fic - my a/n will not be this long all the time i promise.

19 years ago…

A little girl lay peacefully in her wooden cot, the walls surrounding her were painted in a beautiful pastel lilac and a snowflake mobile lay spinning above her little head. The night was serene, the wind rustled the leaves of the great oak outside the girl’s window and a soft lullaby was echoing through the room.

The girl’s mother smiled down at her perfect bundle of joy as she laid the pads of her fingers right against the soft silky skin of her daughter’s hand. Everything was perfect for another few seconds before the mother started to feel herself fade away. She deliriously looked down at her hand where she suddenly saw her skin going gray.

The baby’s eyes flew open and she let out a happy gurgle as her mother started to wither away in front of her just because she held her daughter’s little hand.

“I love you my darling girl.” Were the last words that came out of the mother’s mouth before her soul was taken far far away. Too far for her daughter to follow.

The second that the tingly feeling that the baby experienced faded away she let out a loud cry. Her mama wasn’t moving and she looked all wrong. The little girl cried and cried and cried until finally the door to her nursery flew open.

Her papa filled the doorway as he let out a horrified gasp before kneeling next to his wife. His dead wife.

“Victoria, what have you done?”

Present Day…

I pressed skip to the song playing on my phone and shifted my gaze to the flashing scenery, music resonating through my headphones as I was being driven to Godolkin. It was absolutely insane that I was actually doing it. I was actually going to GodU. The whole situation just felt so unreal. Distantly I heard a voice calling out so with practiced precision I moved my headphones away from my ears.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“Of course Miss. I was just saying that we’re nearly there.”

“Ok thanks Rob.”

I sent him a smile and replaced my headphones before taking a moment to examine my newest pair of gloves, the carefully crafted design on top of the white leather made me smile. Dad didn’t really pay that much attention to me ever since the incident™ but at least he seemed proud of me for getting into GodU. He had gifted me these gloves after stuttering out that they had once belonged to my mother.

I promised myself that I would try to wear them as much as possible since I barely had anything to remember her by anymore… other than the power my parents decided to inject me with. Life-force absorption isn’t all that common, as my relatives put it: ‘those powers… they’re a curse!’

Everything that touches me dies basically. It’s how my mother died and it’s how I kill plants and sometimes people (by accident I swear). I absorb their energy and it sort of works like a drug - I get a shot of life. Other people aren’t so lucky, they slowly turn into a gray statue and die.

Sometimes I’m able to stop before they're totally gone but with the potency of my powers they’re kaput by just 3 seconds of physical touch. I know it sucks, I can’t even shake hands for Christ’s sake!

“Miss? Miss?” I’m shaken out of my string of thoughts when I heard Rob’s voice echoing through the interior of the car.

“Yes yup sorry.” I took off my headphones and quickly shoved them into my canvas bag before looking out the window. There stood Godolkin University, the end goal of all my relentless studying and hard work.

“We have arrived. Are you okay Miss?”

“Yes I’m more than okay Rob. Thanks for driving me.”

“Of course, do you need any help with any of your boxes?” He asked as he unlocked the car and we both stepped out into the warm September air.

“It should be fine but thanks Rob really. I’ll see you at Christmas?”

“Definitely Miss Oaks, have a good semester.” He finished placing your 3 boxes and suitcase onto one of the many trolleys and sent me a smile.

“Thanks.” I gave him a little wave as he got back into the SUV and drove off. Turning to the big metal gates I took a deep breath to steady myself. Time for the start of the rest of my life.

Okay maybe I really should have asked Rob for help with these idiotic boxes. I’m a goddamn super hero. Why was I struggling so much with this? I was already regretting this as I walked past the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting, failing to push both the trolley and my suitcase.

“You look like you need some saving from a gracious prince.” I heard an eerily familiar voice as I looked up from my tortuous task. Andre Anderson. An old friend whose friendship was sort of forced on us by our dads, who happened to have been in the same class at Godolkin.

“Andre! Fucking hell I’m so glad to see you, please help me. I’m dying here.” I said dramatically as I sunk down to the ground next to all my stuff.

“You know you should consider majoring in Performing Arts if you keep up with that.” Andre said with a smirk but he still started to help by pulling my large suitcase towards the freshman dorms.

“Haha. You know I’ll be joining you at Crimefighting, my powers will probably render any makeup artist dead.”

“Oh please become an actress I would love to see that.” I narrowed my eyes at him and lightly punched him in the arm as he took a sip of his latte.

“Hey!”

“You deserved that.”

“Ok maybe I deserved that. So Vic, what are your first impressions?”

“It’s huge for one thing.”

“That’s what she said.” I rolled my eyes at his immature sense of humor before stealing the latte out of his hand and taking a sip, only to scrunch my face.

“What the fuck do you put in this? It’s literally pure sugar.”

“Hangover cure.” He said with a shrug as he stole the latte back. “You should come hang tonight. I can introduce you to everyone.”

“Mmh sure. I think you mean getting me into trouble.”

“When have I ever done something like that before?” Andre asked as his eyes twinkled.

“Oh just about every time I hang out with you.” Stopping in front of the freshman dorm room Andre looked at me and tried to make his usual puppy eyes.

“Please.”

“Fuck fine. You need to stop doing that.”

“Why? It works every single time.”

“I’ll see you later then?”

“Definitely, enjoy being around the freshers.” Andre gave me a military salute making me roll my eyes as I started dragging all my stuff into the building.

Weaving my way through a shitton of supes was way harder than I expected, at least I had a jacket on or a few of them would be very dead right now. Finally and by finally I mean, FINALLY I found my room, I clutched the handle of the door and pushed in when I realized I definitely had the wrong room. Two girls were already all set up in the room and swiveled to look at me weirdly.

“Uh hi? Shit I’m sorry, I'm in the wrong room.”

“Wait! Are you Victoria Oaks?” asked the shorter blonde one.

“Uh yes?”

“Holy shit I follow you on Insta hi! I’m Emma and this is Marie.”

“Oh cool hi.”

“I can’t believe you’re on the same floor as us. Want to go check out the Golden Boy’s workout? We’re going to head down in a few.” Right, okay, I should make friends. So time to compromise.

“Uh sure? What exactly would we be doing?”

“Oh you’ll see.” Emma says with a mischievous smile.

“Righttt that sounds incredibly ominous but I’ll see you in a few. I’ve got to go put down all my stuff.”

“Ok see you!” I smile and retreat back into the busy hallway but not before catching Marie’s remark.

“Who is she exactly?”

“DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?” Emma replied loudly, making me snort. Taking a deep breath I once again clutch the handle of the door across the hall and push it open to see a girl lying on the bed closest to the door. She smiles up at me and bounds over to the door in an instant.

“Hi! You must be Victoria. I’m Gemma, nice to meet you.” She says before extending her hand. I carefully move my gloved hand over to hers and shake it.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” I took a moment to scan her appearance, she was absolutely stunning. Her red hair trailed down her shoulders and her smile seemed to light up the very room. “You’re so beautiful wow.”

“Aww thank you so much! You are absolutely stunning as well, like this blonde totally suits the whole vibe you give off.”

“Is it a good vibe?”

“Oh definitely.”

“Ok whew I was worried for a second there.” We start laughing and Gemma helps me sort out all my stuff in the huge boxes.

“Actually with the talk about appearances would it be okay if I ever shift into you? I love being able to get to know people more through their faces and stuff but only if you’re cool with it.”

“Shifting? You mean like shape shifting.” I ask as I look over to her curiously, picking up yet another pair of gloves which I placed on one of the shelves in the closet.

“Yup!”

“Oh I wouldn’t mind at all, that's such a cool power!” Her entire face brightened as her hair slowly started to shift and match the shade of my bleached one.

“Brilliant! Thank you. So… what’s your power?”

“Oh umm here let me show you.”

Carefully taking out one of my older plants out of the box I place it on the window sill and pull off my leather glove. Within just a few seconds of my fingertips placed on top of the delicate leaves the plant withered away and died. I could feel the zap of energy encase my being and I smiled. Life absorption feels incredible, it’s so encompassing. You quite literally feel full of life. For a second as I turned around I could see the blood and energy from Gemma’s cell move around her body but I shook off the stupor.

“Wow. Can you just do that with plants or?”

“Uh no people as well. Anything alive that touches my skin just dies.”

“So you can’t do human contact?”

“Nope, unless I want them dead.”

“What about sex?” I chuckled at her slightly incredulous tone.

“I think you need to reevaluate what you consider sex.”

“Oh okay wow” Gemma laughed and we continued to set up my plants on the windowsill and chatted about our favorite movies, surprisingly enough we had pretty different tastes but there were a few that we had in common - like our love for Clue. That was when we heard a knock on the door, Gemma looked at me with a clear question in her eyes.

“I met our dorm neighbors a few minutes ago and they invited me to go see Golden Boy train.”

“Ooo I’m so coming with you.” Gemma shifted her hair back to red and waltzed over to open the door as I finished placing my last plant pots.

“What’s the deal with his workout sessions anyway?” I ask as she pulls open the door to find Emma and Marie standing sort of awkwardly outside.

“Oh he’s like super hung, and when he blazes up his clothes all melt away.” Emma answers my question but when she catches sight of Gemma her jaw drops.

“Right, uh Marie and Emma meet my roommate Gemma.”

“Holy fuck you’re so hot.” Emma says, almost as if the words involuntarily jump out of her mouth.

“Why thank you, love, you are as well.” Gemma flashes her a dazzling smile.

“Alright then enough flirting. I have been promised to see some hot supes. Let’s go!” I exclaim as the little group makes their way towards the arena. Hanging back so I was walking next to Marie, we watched the two girls flirt.

“Oh that’s going to be very interesting. I don’t believe we’ve talked much yet, but I’m Vic. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Emma gave me a full on lecture on why I should know who you are but I kind of zoned out halfway through.” I let out a laugh at her admission and gently nudged my shoulder with hers.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s kind of nice having someone who has no idea who I am or who my dad is.”

“I’m glad, everything is so…”

“A lot, I know. My dad homeschooled me for the last few years of high school so being among this many people, especially supes can be overwhelming. If you ever need to chat or just need someone to hang out with, I'm your girl.” Marie gave me a grateful smile, “So what are your supe powers?”

“Blood manipulation.” My eyebrows shot up and I looked at her with astonishment.

“Holy fuck that’s awesome. I basically drain the life force of any living being.”

“Really?”

“Yup so don’t touch my skin unless you’re covered up.” I throw up jazz hands to showcase my gloved hands which elicits a short laugh out of Marie.

“Got it. You’re really nice by the way. Everyone here seems so like aggressively in your face.”

“Yeah I know. I’ve had to live around supes my whole life, it really isn’t at all like Vought or the movies say.”

We finally arrive at the arena and I take a seat next to her, Emma is sitting next to Marie and Gemma is still trying and succeeding at flirting with the blonde. Leaning over the railing I peer out into the main arena and spy Andre making his rounds with the group.

“Yo Andre.” I scream out into the stadium making him turn around, trying to find me in the crowd. The people seated around us had now turned to look at me as I smiled down at him. He smiled back and tilted his head towards where Golden Boy and some other dude were gearing up to fight, inviting me to come down.

“You sure?”

“Yeah get down here.” I turn towards my new group of friends and say: “You guys okay if I go down?”

“Since when do you know Andre Anderson? You know what don’t answer that question go, go, go. Tell us everything when you get back.” Gemma and Emma urged me out of my seat as Marie kind of sat there awkwardly but with an encouraging smile on her face.

I carefully picked my way down the stands and vaulted over the fence to get over to the sidelines of the fight. I poke at Andre’s shoulder as I fall in next to him as I watch the fight playing out. Golden Boy was obviously winning and wow Luke Riordan really had some moves.

“Oh hey Vic. It’s earlier than I expected to see you.”

“Well I did want to honor you with my presence more than once today.” I sent him a sarcastic smile which made him respond by pushing my shoulder.

“Wow Andre I can’t believe you have more friends than us, I feel betrayed.” I turned to the source of the voice and there stood a beautiful blonde, who had a big smile on her face. Little butterflies exploded in my stomach - how was everyone so damn attractive?

“Cate, darling, I hate to break this to you like this but I have a lot more friends than just you guys.”

“Oh how will I live knowing this information?” Cate said with a dramatic gasp and pretended to faint into Andre’s arms. He just pushed her up and they stuck out their tongues at each other.

“You guys are going to be perfect for each other. Cate Dunlap meet Victoria Oaks.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you.” I say as I extend a gloved hand only to be met with a similarly gloved hand, only that it was covered in brown leather instead of white.

“Oh my god, your gloves! I love these designs, you have got to tell me where you get yours. My collection needs adding to.” She says excitedly as she quickly shakes my hand and turns it over to inspect the handiwork. We continue to nerd out about gloves as the fight finishes and Andre throws Golden Boy some clothes, before they head over to us.

“Hi sweetheart you did great out there,” Cate throws her arms around him and they make out for a few seconds as I kind stand there awkwardly with Andre.

“Do they usually do this?”

“Yes. There is so much PDA I’m surprised they haven’t had sex in front of us yet.” Andre’s voice was raised in volume a little at the end which caught the attention of the couple.

“Oh right, Luke meet my new best friend, this is Vic.” Cate said as fixed her now slightly messed up lipstick.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you Vic. Andre has told us a lot about you.”

I cringed but shook my head trying to forget about the many instances the idiot had nearly gotten us arrested and the one time he did.

“Yeah well, I hope it’s all nice things because any time I do spend with this guy somehow ends with us breaking a law.”

“Oh we can relate. I remember this one time…” We started making our way out of the arena as Luke started to recount one of the insane adventures that Andre managed to string them into. It felt nice to actually be part of a group again and it was easy. Way easier that I thought it would be.

After a few hours of touring the grounds and eating at Vought-a-Burger, I finally trudged back to my dorm absolutely exhausted. Not that it wasn’t great getting to know Cate, Andre and Luke but the whole day had absolutely drained me.

When I finally opened the door to my room I was surprised to find Emma sitting on top of Gemma’s bed reading some random fashion magazine.

“Uh Emma?”

The girl basically jumped out of her position on the bed and whirled to face me. Suddenly her entire body shifted and there stood Gemma, looking rather embarrassed with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Look, I asked her if I could change into her body! This wasn’t without consent and she’s just so stunning and it’s the-”

“Hey hey, Gem. Chill, I get it, you have a crush on our neighbor.” I smiled a little teasingly as I tried to reassure her. Thankfully Gemma’s panicked look faded and was replaced with a grateful smile.

“Sorry.”

“It’s all good, you guys would look great together.”

“Do you think that Emma might actually like me?”

“Oh Gem, I think anyone would be lucky to have you. From the few hours that I’ve known you, you're genuinely one of the sweetest people out there. And that’s saying something cause you’re also a supe.” I gave her a small smile before opening up my arms to signal for her to hug me. She flew into my grasp and I was careful not to let my exposed face anywhere near her.

“Thanks I needed this.”

“Hey I’m here anytime, just don't touch any skin.” I sent her a teasing smile when she finally pulled away. “How about we have a chill night in? There’s this new show I’ve been meaning to start.”

“Great! We can have our first girl’s night.”

“Fuck yeah! I’ll just get changed into my pajamas and grab some of my snacks from the stash.”

After spending the night doing absolutely nothing except watching Yellowjackets and raiding snacks from the vending machine after my relatively large stash ran out, Gemma and I woke up sugar hungover. Somehow we managed to make it down to the cafe and bought some coffee, which was thankfully enough to wake us up.

“So you heading over to Performing Arts?” I finally asked Gemma after the caffeine started to kick in.

“Yeah, Marie and Emma said they were going to meet me there as well so…”

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” I ask as we slowly walk out onto the common, I readjust my favorite pair of black gloves, knowing that if we were doing any sort of combat sessions at Crimefighting I would probably end up damaging my mom’s ones.

“Nope, it’s still surreal that I actually got accepted.”

“What are you talking about? You literally have some of the most interesting and versatile powers.”

“Yeah but I’m on scholarship, if that somehow falls through…” I smiled at her reassuringly as we stopped at the fork in the walk.

“Look you’re super fucking smart and you have more control over your power than most of the supes I know. Gem, you’re going to be great and never let anyone tell you otherwise.” Gemma smiled at me after she thanked me and we both went our separate ways - time to see what orientation was going to be like.

I navigated through the slew of students making their way through the halls of the Lamplighter School for Crimefighting when I suddenly bumped into someone. Thank whatever entity out there that I had just thrown out the remainder of my iced coffee.

“Shit sorry- Oh.” I caught the eye of the person I had bumped into as I helped them gather the assortment of books, all Brink’s for the looks of it.

“Right yeah, it’s fine just be more careful next time.” The person just kind of ran off after I helped them with the books. Strange and kind of rude but also so very attractive. I smiled at myself, if bumping into people meant getting to meet more enticing supes then this year was going to be incredible.

“Hey! Hey! Victoria. Vic. Vicky.” I finally stopped and turned to look at Andre who had been relentlessly pursuing me for the past few minutes. Orientation went well and I got to meet some of the other supes - mostly it was just for selfies but still.

“You know I hate when people call me that.”

“Well it was a last resort, you weren’t stopping.”

“You don’t think there may have been a reason behind that? Maybe my dad is dying and this is the last chance I get to hear his voice.” I remarked in an overly bored tone, I could already tell from Andre’s whole face that he was about to invite me to do something illegal… again.

“I know for a fact that isn’t real since it hasn’t been on any gossip sites-”

“Wait since when do you frequent gossip sites?” I ask incredulously as he somehow starts to lead me towards the opposite direction I was going in the first place.

“Not the point. You’re coming out with us tonight.”

“Do I get a say in the matter or?”

“Nope, go get changed into something hot and meet me in front of Lamplighter in half an hour.”

“Excuse you, but I always look hot. Thank you very much.” I say scoffing but we both know I’m silently agreeing with his plans - like always.

“Oh I know darling. Now hurry up.” He pushed me softly (as softly as a supe could push someone) and I made my way to my dorm.

“Hey Gem. Good day?” I said as I threw my bag on the bed and started to look through my outfits, I needed something that would cover all exposed skin - I really didn’t need another incidental death on my roster.

“Yup! We really should plan out more ways to- wait what are you looking for?”

“Andre invited me out with his friends you’re welcome to come if you want.”

“Nope it’s okay. I’ve got some auditions I need to tape.” She said with a smile.

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m not really in the mood for partying tonight, orientation was a lot.”

“Tell me about it. You can use my bedroom if you need any extra space by the way.” I shouted out from behind the wall as I laid out the different materials that made up my outfits - it was a mismatch of blacks, whites and reds. Cute.

“Thank you! Holy shit you look fucking incredible.” Gemma remarked as I walked back into her bedroom now wearing my going out outfit.

“Why thank you. I haven’t been out clubbing for a while so I thought it would be best to go big.”

“Always the best choice. Make sure you don’t get too smashed okay?”

“I will try. Byeee.” Her laughter echoes into the hallway and the door shuts behind me. I flash the security guard a smile before leaving the freshman dorm building and making my way to the Crimefighting school.

“Oh god please don’t tell me Andre has dragged you into one of his schemes.” I say when I catch sight of Marie standing next to Cate, Luke, Andre and someone I had a vague inkling that I’ve met before.

“Vic! You came!” Cate smiled and pulled me into a little hug when I was close enough to the group.

“Hi guys.” I said with a smile before turning to the stranger of the group. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet, I’m Victoria.”

“We have actually, I’m Jordan. You bumped into me this morning.” A giddy smile slowly spread out over my face.

“Oh right, you were the hot and mysterious person I nearly killed this morning. Pleasure to meet you.” A dusting of blush appeared on their face and we held eye contact which was annoyingly broken by Andre’s screech of:

“You nearly killed someone AGAIN?”

“Ok dude chill it really wasn’t that bad.” I roll my eyes at his antics and thankfully the exchange gets interrupted by Luke.

“Come on, we don't want to be late.” Luke said after removing his arms from around Cate and heading over to the driver’s seat. Andre makes a whole thing of opening up the passenger seat for Kate and I get into the back seat with Jordan sliding in next to me.

The entire car ride was spent awkwardly avoiding whatever feud Jordan and Marie had going one and trying to get everyone better. Cate and I talked more about our glove choices, mine were black with a red heart detail and hers were stunningly sculpted brown ones. The playlist was (thankfully) controlled by Jordan, which ended up with music that could have been stolen from my own playlist.

When we finally got to our first destination, my jaw dropped - I had only been to Seven tower a handful of times. Mostly to deal with lawsuits from accidental deaths, there were surprisingly few of them for the amount of death that seemed to follow me everywhere. Luke and Cate managed to get us up on the roof, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Homelander could literally hear us up here. Better not to think about that.

So I took a hit of coke after Andre passed me his little vial - drugs were a way to kind of quell the murderous impulses my power demanded plus they were fun to do when around friends. Doing coke alone does not have the same effect - trust me.

“Hell yes! I forgot you did this stuff.” Andre said as I spied Luke wandering off to talk to Marie.

“Eh sometimes. I usually stick to weed or shrooms. The harder stuff messes with this whole thing when I’m hungover.” I said as I raised my hands to try and illustrate my point, wow okay this was strong stuff. I could quite literally already feel the haze starting to form around my brain.

“What exactly is your power anyway?” Jordan asked as we continued to do some more bumps.

“Oh well basically everything I touch dies.”

“So your skin is poisonous?”

“No, I absorb energy or rather life force. Here.” I wander over to one of the randomly placed potted plants and take off my glove, only to place my fingers on the red petals. The plant started to shrivel up and die about a second later.

“Awesome.” We were both clearly starting to feel the effects of the coke. We started to laugh as we made our way back to the main group.

The next stop on our little unsanctioned outing was some fancy club that Andre had been raving about the entire drive over there from the tower. I lean against one of the golden walls as I watch Cate do her thing.

“We don’t have one but you don’t give a fuck. Right?”

“I do not give a fuck.” The doorman leads us straight into the club and I smile widely at Cate.

“You are such a fucking badass.”

“I know.”

After getting some much needed drinks I lean back against the red seats and stretch out my arms. This many people were making me antsy and drugs and alcohol can only settle so much of my power.

“So yeah, basically this fucking idiot decided we should have a lightsaber duel in the middle of Grand Central and someone must have called the cops cause they randomly pulled up and we were arrested for ‘disrupting the peace’.”

The entire group burst out laughing and one of the many stories I had from when Andre and I would hang out as teens - we sort of drifted ever since he got to GodU but it felt just like old times.

“Alright, alright, enough embarrassing stories about our arrests. You guys in?” Andre asks as he holds up a bag of Molly and Jordan snatches it from his hold.

“Is that cocaine?”

“Nah we finished all the coke. It’s Molly. Vic?”

“Ooo yes please.” Jordan smiles charmingly and passes the little bag over to me.

“Hey I don’t really fuck with powder. But I do microdose shrooms.” Luke says with an almost triumphant tone as he also pulls out another bag.

“Hey where do you get yours from? I need a good dealer now that I’ve moved from LA.” I ask Luke before passing the bag containing Molly back to Andre.

“I’ll send you my guy’s number.”

“Thanks man.”

“So, what do you say, freshman?”

“Uh-”

“Hey Marie, you don’t have to - we are not trying to peer pressure you but… it’ll be funnn.” I smile widely and wiggle my eyebrows making her laugh, Cate also joins in on my teasing and she relents.

“Yes, let's go Marie.”

“Whooo. Come on, let's dance.”

That’s when I suddenly feel a little part of me sober up, fuck. It was a bad memory - the last time I danced was homecoming. A really sweet guy had asked me out and of course I had said yes. It was one accidental touch of my cheek against his and a few seconds later he laid dead in the middle of the dance floor. I ended up changing to homeschool after that whole incident, there had been issues across the years but overall this was one of the worst.

“Vic?” I shake out of my stupor as I look up at Cate extending her hand in invitation.

“Nah I don’t dance.” She must have seen something in my eyes cause she smiled softly and retracted her hand.

“Ok, just know you’re missing out on a great time.” She pulled Marie off towards the dance floor and I took a sip of the whiskey I had ordered.

“Any reason you’re not dancing out there? I remember all those clubs we sneaked into and you fucking killed it everytime.” Andre asked as he leaned back against the cushions.

“Andre, darling, that’s not proper club conversation. I’m going to go get another drink, you guys want anything?”

“I’ll come with you.” Jordan exclaimed as they sprang up from his seat and started following me towards the bar. I could quite literally feel the smirk that Andre and Luke had on their faces. Suddenly I heard a small pop next to me and I turned to see that Justin had shifted.

“You want anything specific?” I asked with a slight tilt of my head.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Wise choice.” I winked at them and leaned over to wave to the bartender. He, obviously trying to flirt, ended up giving us a bunch of free vodka shots and 2 whiskies, the top shelf stuff.

“So how are you liking GodU so far?”

“It’s greatish. There’s so many bloody supes.” Jordan just raised their eyebrows at me as she helped me carry over the drinks.

“Oh I definitely know what you’re talking about. Have you met Rufus yet?”

“No?” I look at them in question and she looks at me with relief.

“Pray that you don’t.” We dissolved into laughter for a second time that night and finally set our drinks down at the booth.

“Well don’t you two look cozy.” Luke remarked.

“You changed? Why?”

“Cause I fucking felt like it. And more free drinks.”

“Here here.” Luke agreed as we each held up a vodka shot.

“To the Seven.”

“No way.” I look at Luke in minor awe, he actually got a place in the motherfucking Seven.

“I literally just told you.”

“Yeah well you do know that I’m an open book, plus you have to invite me to the tower sometime. I crush so hard on A-train… imagine that man in bed.”

“And that is exactly why he won’t be inviting you.” I added after taking my shot.

“It’s the least surprising surprise ever but congrats. You deserve it. When are you leaving?”

“More like when do you get to be number one?”

“Please, the trustees think I’m too confusing. I’ll never get number one.”

“They put you in the orientation video.”

“Yeah so they can suck their own dicks about how progressive they are.”

I listen to each of them debating the merits and the downsides (mostly Andre) of getting ranked number one when I start to feel it. Goddammit. Every life force around me seemed to pulse. I could see literal life running through each person’s veins and the conversation started to grow further and further away.

Quickly fishing in the pocket of my jacket I pulled out a few tablets of the experimental drug Vought was testing out on well… just me. I place one of the cylindrical neon green pills on my tongue and wash it back with another shot of vodka. A few seconds later everything went back to normal and I watched Luke and Andre have a whole bro moment. It was actually quite touching.

“By the way I forgot to mention but you’ve looked so fucking hot tonight.” Jordan turned to look at me with a slight smirk on their face.

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” She winked and I felt a blush start to color my cheeks. Okay game on baby.

We all end up dispersing after a while and I start walking around all the warm bodies, being extra careful to avoid my face touching anyone’s exposed skin. That was extra hard when you’re in a club so I decided to just take a step out onto the balcony. Spying through the doors, I took in breaths of sobering air and watched as Jordan easily flirted with a group of girls.

Fuck Vought and fuck my dad for this stupid power. I turned towards the ivy growing over the balcony railing and without a second thought I ripped off my gloves and pressed my palms to the stems.

Life thrummed through my veins, I sucked it in deeper and deeper until I finally reached the roots of the ivy. I felt them start to rot away and die as my power crept into every crevice and cell. Stealing away vitality. Suddenly I was wrenched away from my ivy killing by high pitched screaming. I leave for a single second…

Quickly pulling on my gloves I looked into the chaos that was created over a woman’s body whose throat was punctured by a tiny metal hummingbird. Andre you fucking idiot.

Calculating how to get out of the club without actually having to go through the chaos I saw a few window sills that would easily get me close enough to the fire escape on the next building.

Using my supe strength I jumped between each sill until I was near the fire escape. Taking a few deep breaths in and out I jumped and let gravity take over. It was a few seconds of bliss before my entire body slammed against the hard metal railing with a resounding bang. Goddamit sometimes I wish that I got pain tolerance when I was injected with V.

The next few steps down were easy and I was able to get to street level and disappear into the night without getting noticed. My phone dinged as I started putting on my headphones and I looked down to find that I had been added to a group chat:

(possibly Cate Dunlap): vic you good?

you sort of disappeared

we’re on our way back to GodU.

Me: yup all good

god Andre u need to be more careful.

A.A.: u don’t think I know that

u need us to pick u up?

Me: that would be appreciated

*you have now enabled geotracker with the group*

(possibly Jordan Li): see you in a bit!

Waking up after a night out was a bitch. Carefully maneuvering out of bed without activating my headache too much was even more of a challenge.

“You good there?” I heard a shout loud enough to rattle my very soul reverberating through the room.

“Fuck Gemma a little quieter please.” Her laugh twinkled in the air but even it's usually nice sound zapped my brain.

“I thought supes didn’t get hangovers.”

“Yeah they don’t- it was all the people.” And the experimental Vought pill I felt like saying.

“Oh shit yeah sorry.”

“Right, I'm going to have a shower.” Gingerly grabbing my shower essentials I picked my way through the already busy hall. Communal showers sucked.

Thankfully, 3 coffees later I finally started to feel a little more like myself. Andre had made me promise last night that I would have to help him with some power drink promotion. So off to commons I went, the sun seemed to burn my eyelids so a pair of slim blue lenses adorned my face. The shade perfectly matched my gloves.

What I didn’t expect to find outside the school of crimefighting was Luke. Completely flamed out and Andre stepped closer and closer to him. My eyes widened and I started running - the blue gloves were torn off and I nearly collided with Marie when Luke (thank the universe) stopped flaming out.

“What… Marie, what is going on?”

“I- I found him murdering Brink.” If my eyes widened any further I was pretty sure my eyeballs would quite literally jump out of my head.

“WHAT?” I turned towards Luke again to find that he had started walking away from Andre, muttering apologies under his breath. I could identify that crazed look in his eyes. He knew he was cornered and he didn’t want to run anymore.

Luke started flaming out and suddenly flew up into the sky… only to make himself completely explode. Blood, guts, muscle, bones and brains started raining down.

The ‘materials’ that managed to touch my uncovered face and hands thrummed with power. That was strange. It was as if they were still alive somehow. The cells oozed energy.

My power started to immediately absorb whatever life-force the cells had remaining and then I felt a foreign kind of ache. It felt like a cold burn spreading all over my hands and my face, bringing my palm up to my face. I was surprised to see a tiny flame start to sputter on.

What the actual fuck?

did you know that human cells can stay alive for hours and sometimes even days after you die? so yes the ending makes sense - I did research. also Vic has never "absorbed" another supe before - her mom was human.... so we shall see how that affects her hehe.

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wolfjackle-creates · 8 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 12

Happy WIP Wednesday!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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The cookies had just been set out and Maddie was holding up the Ghostkateers sign.

Jack grinned as he declared, “The first official after school meeting of the Amity Park Ghostkateers is now in session!”

Danny and Jazz entered just as Jack was making his proclamation. Tim exchanged a look with Conner and nodded. They were taking the out. Being around a group of overshadowed teens was not on the cards for tonight.

Jack used a rolled up newspaper to knight Dash the official “Ghostkateer Number One.”

Dash turned to smile viciously at Danny who’s eyes widened before flying to Tim.

Tim gestured to his waist where a blaster sat.

“Come join us, sweetie,” said Maddie

“Um. I just came by to get Tim and everyone. We’re going to Tucker’s to get Conner’s phone fixed up. It’s not working right.”

“But what about the ghosts!” protested Maddie.

Tim coughed. “Um, you gave me the blaster. I’m pretty comfortable with it. I’m sure I can keep us safe enough as we go to Tucker’s house. And Conner’s brother is probably worried about him. We were supposed to catch up with him by now.”

Maddie bit her lip. “Text us when you arrive, dear.”

“I will, Mom,” agreed Danny. “I just need to go upstairs and grab a few things before we head out.” He made his way to the steps. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Come on Danny, at least join us in singing our Ghostkateer Battle Song before you go!”

Danny froze on the steps. Tim buried his face in his hands. He’d been there as they wrote it and it was bad. Like, bad bad.

Jack proudly began. “G-H-O!”

Maddie continued, “Oh? You’ve seen a ghost!”

Then back to Jack. “S-T-K-A!”

Maddie’s turn. “Eh? You’ve seen a Canadian ghost?”

Then together. “A-T-double-E.”

Dash and his friends joined in to sing, “R!” All of them paused for a second before adding, “S!”

Tim glanced up to see what Danny was thinking. His mouth was open. Their gazes met and Danny shook his head before running the rest of the way up the stairs.

Jazz’s jaw was clenched tight as she looked at her parents and scoffed before following Danny upstairs.

Tim smiled at Jack and Maddie. “I’m afraid we won’t be staying for the full meeting. Thanks for everything you’ve already taught us, though. It’s been super informative.”

“I’ll go grab our bags,” said Conner.

“I’ll help!” added Bart. And the two were up the stairs before Cassie and Tim could come up with an excuse to join them.

“Oh, what a shame you won’t be joining us!” lamented Maddie.

“You won’t get any of my Snuggie-poo’s cookies if you leave,” added Jack.

Cassie smiled tightly. “I’m so sorry we’re cutting out like this. But we’ll use what you’ve taught us to keep Danny safe as we go to Tucker’s. Promise.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” said Maddie.

“We are,” said Tim.

Jack nodded. “Keep an eye on our boy! He’s terrified of ghosts. Don’t know where we went wrong with him.”

“We will, Jack,” promised Cassie. Tim could hear the anger hiding in her voice and was glad he didn’t have to add anything.

Jack and Maddie turned to the other students who were staying and Danny, Conner, and Bart were back within the minute. All five of them were out the door seconds later.

“What’s going on, Danny?” asked Tim once they were relatively alone on the street.

“More ghosts have come through. I’m not sure how. But they’re staying invisible or overshadowing people. And there’s so many of them I can’t get an accurate idea of where any of them actually are!”

“Dash and his friends were overshadowed,” said Tim.

Danny scoffed. “Of course they were. My parents wouldn’t recognize a ghost if it lived in their house.”

“Speaking of their house,” said Conner, “they gave us a more thorough tour of the lab.”

Danny groaned. “Of course they did. Look, whatever you saw, it’s not as bad as you’re thinking. Most of their stuff doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to. I have to fix them up before I can use them.”

“The blasters seem to,” commented Bart.

“Look, it’s fine. Just drop it. Tim’s already read me the riot act a dozen times.”

Tim bumped Danny’s shoulder. “It’ll be thirteen after tonight, Danny. Please come back to Gotham with me?”

Danny waved his arm in a large arc in front of him. “You’ve seen what it’s like here! I can’t just leave!”

“Then we’re creating an extraction plan,” decided Tim. “Tonight. If something goes wrong, I want to have a plan in place.”

“You and your plans. Fine, fine. Whatever. Let’s just pick up Tucker and head to Sam’s. Her place is bigger.”

Tim sighed. He hadn’t wanted to upset Danny. He bumped their shoulders again. “Hey, I saw an article a few days ago about a new rocket that was being developed? But I didn’t have time to dig into it. Do you know anything?”

Danny’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, I know all about it. It is so cool!” Ten minutes later when they arrived at Tucker, Danny was still talking about how the rocket had been developed. The topic of space travel lasted through their quick stop for dinner and snacks on the way to Sam’s.

Though the others didn’t stay as invested in the topic. Bart and Tucker began comparing video games. And Cassie and Conner brought up the rear and Tim couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Before Tim knew it, they were at Sam’s house.

Conner let out a low whistle. “She is rich.”

The house was extremely impressive. Not as large as Wayne manor, but still a mansion. Sam was waiting for them on the front steps.

“Hey guys, come on. We’ll have to deal with my parents, but I should be able to shake them pretty quickly. Tim, I’m afraid I had to drop your foster-father’s name to get my parents to agree to this last minute sleepover. The language of the rich and powerful is the only one they respect.”

Tim waved his hand in the air. “Don’t worry about it. I grew up the same way. I know all the games people like that love to play.”

“It’s the worst.” Sam scowled as she stomped her way up the stairs and into her house.

The instant Tim laid eyes on Jeremy and Pam Manson, he slipped into his gala persona and fixed on the bland smile that came with it. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Manson. My apologies for imposing on your hospitality so last minute. Thank you so much for agreeing to host us for the night.”

For once, his team decided to follow his lead and give their own demure thanks without causing chaos. Looked like all of them were willing to do just about anything to avoid going back to Fenton Works.

Still, Tim couldn’t help but notice how Pam’s eyes lingered on Bart’s hair and Conner’s jacket and Cassie’s bare midriff. His smile got a little bit sharper.

“Of course you’re welcome to stay here,” said Jeremy reaching out to shake Tim’s hand. He didn’t shake anyone else’s.

“We’re just happy that Sammy is finally making some better friends,” added Pam with a sharp glance at Danny. “She’s such a pretty girl, isn’t she? Such a shame she hides it all by dressing is such depressing colors all the time!”

“Aaand that’s enough,” said Sam. “We’ll be in my room. I’ll also be taking up the guest room across from mine and to the left of mine. Don’t bother us.”

Jeremy couldn’t help but add, “Be sure to mention us to your dad, Timothy. It’s been ages since we’ve last been able to meet at a gala!”

“Yes, sir,” said Tim. Not that he’d be following through. Assholes. Danny pushed him up a wide staircase that framed the entranceway to get to the second floor.

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I did not make up that Ghostkateers Battle Song. Came right from the episode. Who all knows what's going on by now? I feel I've made it pretty obvious! (Though this is yet another night the show didn't cover. I forgot how many time skips these episodes have! Most seem to take place over several days.)

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ashwhowrites · 9 months

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FD part 4

I am very sorry for how long this took to come out. I hope you guys love it and was worth the wait. As always, I love to see your reactions so feel free to tell me what you thought!

Eddie called and called. Leaving voicemail after voicemail. He was panicking, and he had no idea what to do. He knew that if this moment ever came, he'd be screwed. And here he was.

It didn't take long for the media to find out, and Eddie felt it was leaked. And he knew by who.

They were on the cover of every magazine

"Biggest couple in the world called it quits! But why?"

The fanbase was split, some on her side and trashing Eddie's name. Some on his side believed she was the issue, and that's why she was never public about her relationships. Eddie wanted to come clean right away, but Zack refused to let him.

He said letting the fans try to figure it out would bring more attention to them. But Eddie didn't want anyone turning on her, but Zack believed it would impact Eddie's fame. And Zack only cared about Eddie's career.

~~~

He hated that he had no way to get in touch with her. He wanted to apologize over and over. He wanted to find any type of way to fix the mess he got himself into.

Just as Zack hoped, Eddie's name was in every magazine. A week has passed and no one has even seen Y/N. Paparazzi outside her house, just waiting for the second she walks out to capture how she looks in the breakup stage. But she hasn't made a sound. She hasn't been active on social media, everything on her end was silent.

Two weeks and the media was craving her side of things. Her fans begged that she says something about what happened. Her management team wanted her to speak of what happened, clear her name, and end Eddie's career.

She didn't want to end his career. But she was an artist, and artists show their pain through their work. So, she released a song.

She wrote every emotion she felt, sang with all the betrayal on her mind, and sent the record out to the world. She felt happy with the way the song turned out. She didn't care if people liked it or not. She didn't care if Eddie heard it and was upset. She wanted to take back all the power she lost.

He wanted her because of her famous daddy, she took the title and made it her own.

It didn't take long for "famous daddy" to reach the top of the charts and for everyone to talk about it. The media loved the drama. Articles were written about what each lyric meant and the exact way it related to Eddie.

~~~

Zack was on cloud nine, the exact reaction from her that he was hoping for.

Eddie on the other hand was suffering. He hated how different everything was. The song they made together was so in love and happy. All of that disappeared in her new song, and it made his gut turn.

"Perfect! The pop star has released a break-up single, definitely leading to a breakup album. All the songs will be related back to you. That keeps everyone searching your name and keeps everyone connecting things back to you. You know what we have to do now, right?" Zack asked

"Apologize publicly and leave her alone?" Eddie questioned, but he knew that wouldn't be the answer. It would be the right answer, not the one Zack was looking for though.

"No! This is the perfect time to get you in the booth. Writing the break up from your point of you. She called you out, she embarrassed you, and truthfully, outshined you pretty damn well. She has the power to make the media believe what she wants, we need to reverse that."

"That doesn't make any sense! Reverse what? She sang about the truth. She talked about falling in love and having it all be a plan. She talked about being used for her daddy's name. Everything she said was real, you expect me to make it seem like she's lying?" Eddie couldn't stand this man. But he easily found out the truth about what being famous was all about doing anything to get your name ahead.

"Stop with that nonsense. She's a fucking girl singing about how her boyfriend broke her heart! She's releasing the same shit everyone else is. You are the man, you come out and sing about your side, and everyone always believes the man. You write about how she's lying, she's throwing your name in the dirt so she can come out on top. Every boy who has ever been wronged by a girl will love the song. They'll relate to you. It's you versus her, and you are going to win."

"So she can hate me? So all her hard work is easily thrown to the side all because a man said she was making shit up? Do you not hear how fucking ridiculous that sounds? She has had this career for years, she worked hard to keep her reputation real and that's exactly why she hid away from relationships. You want to take that all away from her?"

"Eddie, I am your manager, I don't give a shit about her. I'm hired to make you a star. I got you the contract with her dad, which he can't get out of no matter how much he hates you, I got you at the top, I got your name known. Your constant arguing about everything is really pissing me off. Write the fucking song, record it, and we will release it."

Eddie watched as Zack slammed the door behind him.

He stared at the notebook in front of him. Countless songs were written about her, but none that villainized her. If Eddie ever got the chance to make it up to her, and he wrote the song, it would take any progress he made.

It was his career or hers.

~~~

Y/N knew with the release of a new song would cause even more drama. But she was tired of being played and being hurt. The release of the song was the first thing that made her smile in days. She felt a sense of comfort when people shared her song and their story. For once, she wasn't alone.

Her management dealt with endless calls, begging for interviews. At first, she wanted to say no, not bother to give him any more publicity.

But if he could use her for her name, why can't she suck his name out for her own benefit?

She had a performance set for tomorrow and an interview following. As she sat in her make-up chair, she hated how sad she felt. Almost like preparing to actually sing the song live, reminds her Eddie did truly break her heart. It wasn't a song she made of random characters, it was her and her pain.

"Y/N? Ready?" Her dad came in, a sad smile on his face. She knew he felt bad for her and he hated that he was stuck in a contract with the boy who broke his daughter's heart.

"Yeah," she breathed, standing up as she checked herself in the mirror. Eddie wanted to use her? Fine, she's going to ruin his career.

~~~

"EDDIE! COME HERE!" Zack screamed, turning the volume up on the TV as Y/N began to sing. Eddie felt like his heart froze on the spot. There she was, looking beautiful as ever. Makeup done to perfection and her hair framed her face nicely. Her face looked soft and angelic. Nothing like the bitterness in her tone as she sang with anger and betrayal.

Eddie felt his stomach drop at the guitar she was strumming. The same guitar they wrote their song together on. The guitar used to have pictures of him in the neck, but now broken hearts filled the empty space.

"Been fantasizing and crying, been romanticizing

About all these boys who ain't never gon' like me

I don't know why I thought it would be different this time

Thought you'd be the one, but you're one of those guys

Can only blame myself, I made it up in my mind"

Eddie hated the sad look in her eyes. Hated that she blamed herself for simply liking a boy. Blaming herself for falling for his lies and tricks.

"See! You did Eddie boy! Here she is singing live, broadcast all over the world, singing that she thought you were different. Maybe we'll put you in acting next." Zack snickered. Eddie hated the way Zack had zero empathy for anyone. Y/N never let the fame get to her, she was real and always felt everything she had with every emotion.

"I guess devourin' all the power is all you've ever known

You're sittin' on an empty throne

Do you get off from holdin' me from my potential?

Are you scared that I might bruise your ego?"

This is the first time Eddie allowed himself to listen to the whole song. He was a coward, and he was scared to face her. He was scared of what she felt and how much she hated him.

He wished he could explain that everything he felt with her was real and that he wished he never made the deal with the devil next to him. He didn't want to be alone, and he hated knowing he was at the top from stomping on her. She was suffering at the bottom while he basked in the glory.

"Thinking of good lyrics?" Zack asked, watching as Eddie stared intensely at the screen.

"Yeah. I got the perfect song in mind." Eddie said with a smirk

After her performance, she moved on to the interview. Eddie was curious as to what would be asked and how she would answer.

The interview started relaxed, the interviewer was polite and asked about Y/N's career and upcoming work. Then moved on to the reason for the song.

"Is it true that you and Eddie broke up because he was using you for fame? The fans believe your song paints that picture. Any thoughts on that?"

"Well, I think the title speaks for itself. But yes, we broke up because he was in it for the name. If honesty means telling you the truth, I mean." She laughed at the end, and Eddie felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. The world knew he was a shallow asshole, but he deserved it.

"Were you ever worried about that? Or had suspicions?"

Eddie wanted to shrink in his spot, remembering how desperate he was to lie to her and have her believe him. How he made her sound crazy for thinking he was out for blood.

"Yes, in the very beginning. I am suspicious of everyone and funny enough, he was the one that made me realize that. When we met he said he had no idea who I was, so I believed him. He didn't look at me like he knew who I was, almost like he was trying to see in me, see the color of my soul. So I thought he was different, he gave me a million reasons to believe it. All his reasons were lies."

But they weren't, and Eddie wished he could get her to believe that. But he lost his place to make her believe his words. There was no trust between them anymore and he was to blame for all of that.

~~~

Eddie focused on writing the perfect song, something that would grab everyone's attention and make her curious enough to listen to it. It was the only way he would get her to talk to him.

Eddie recorded the song and sent it out before Zack could stop him. Eddie wanted to write his side, and his side meant admitting his guilt and regret.

The media jumped on immediately, dissecting his lyrics and quoting them on social media. He smiled at some of the reactions, people still hate him but he was happy he got some respect back from her fans.

" HE ADMITTED HE WAS IN LOVE! @Y/Nmusic!!!!"

"HE QUOTED HER. HE WATCHED THE INTERVIEW"

"Why do I forgive white men so easily? This song has me hoping they make up"

The buzz would catch her attention, he knew it would.

~~~

"Find it hard to say I'm sorry

But I'll make it up to you somehow

I guess we lost our focus

And it's killing me that we could go to war like this

But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest

If honesty means telling you the truth

Well I'm still in love with you"

Y/N hated that she listened to the song. She hated that her eyes stung hearing him say he was in love with her. She wasn't sure if it was another lie to make sure he looked good or not.

Her fans were quoting his song with their comments. Her feed was covered in him and his stupid voice. She felt bitter that everyone was quick to forget all the pain he caused. She needed to remind herself too.

"will you tell me anything I wanna hear to control how you're perceived?"

She hit the post with a small smile. Fans already blowing up her post and putting his name in the comments. He was quick to dm her and she felt scared to open it. She blocked his number so she could avoid his words, knowing she was too weak to stay away.

"Nothing makes up for what I did. I will do anything I can to show you that I want you over any career. I'm sorry and my feelings for you are real. I am in love with you, I was since the start and there were so many times I wanted to tell you the truth and save you from the pain I knew that would come. I've been selfish. It's time I show you that I want you for you."

She felt herself typing before she could stop herself. "Want me? You say that as your manager writes you a big check. A career that would be nothing without me."

"How can I prove this to you? I will leave the label altogether if it proves that I want you way more."

Y/N stared at the message, leaving his text on seen as she shut off her phone. She didn't know what to think. Did she love him? Would his leaving prove anything to her? Could she even believe that he would do it?

Her head snapped up at the sound of her tv-

"Eddie Munson has dropped his management team and label with a tweet:

"I'm picking the girl. Fuck my management and the label"

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idyllic-affections · 9 months

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HIII so this might be an odd request,,, mayhaps i ask for kaveh with an older step sibling (since his mom remarried i think).,, i think kaveh would be a little awkward interacting with them at first but they got along in the long run!! esp when they update him about his mom and never really makes him uncomfortable, or always doesn't force a conversation!! he respects his ideals and supports his passion!!

but the main idea was they go to sumeru one day to visit kaveh (they've been informing him thru letters) and accidentally finds out that he's buried under crippling debt and flat out broke!! i think kaveh would feel so ahasmed of himself but!! his older sibling doesn't judge n is very understanding!! helps him with his burdens (if kaveh allows them), maybe recommend his architectural skills to their friends in fontaine!!

idk i just really like the idea of kaveh having an older family member that he could rely on because he really just deserves nice things yk 🥺🥺 even tho they're just step siblings, they feel like true family!!

anyways feel free to ignore this!! have a nice day/night and take ur time!! 💖💖

the blending of two families.

summary. not all step-siblings are like the cruel ones in the fairytales.

trigger & content warnings. references to death and grief. spoilers for kaveh's backstory.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, comfort, slight angst. kaveh & older step-sibling!reader. 1k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. THIS REQ IS LITERALLY SO CUTE WHATSJSGJF??????? i have Feelings about kaveh's mom and they are NOT good ones but i'll be nice to her for the sake of this piece........ /lh i did this in brainrot format because i wanted SOO badly to get this one done relatively quickly this req invaded my brain like a song that gets stuck in your head

kaveh first meets his older step-sibling at his mother's wedding.

he's... happy for her, he really is. or he's trying to be, at least. she deserves nothing but the best. what kind of son would he be if he wanted her to live her life wallowing in grief and sorrow? she's hardly ever done anything to hurt him, and if she ever did, it was unknowingly. he could neved wish anything bad upon her. she simply does not deserve those things. therefore, he's doing his best to be happy for her.

a part of him, however, still misses his father.

a part of him— well, who is he kidding? the entirety of his being still suffers under the weight of grief and guilt caused by the circumstances surrounding his father's death.

he doesn't even know the man his mother has chosen to marry, really. kaveh absolutely does not feel like she is betraying him or his father whatsoever, but... he does wish that he had gotten to know this man a little bit better before having to trust that he would not wound his mother's scarred heart.

the architect doesn't engage with the other guests much. it's unlike him, really, but he finds that he can't muster up the strength and charisma to talk with people beyond simple pleasantries. he keeps to himself for the most part.

still, he doesn't dare dampen the atmosphere with his woes, so when another person approaches him, he offers his warmest smile.

"sorry, i hope you don't mind me asking..." this stranger smiles politely at him. it puts his mind at ease a little. "is the bride your mother? you look an awful lot like her."

"oh, i—" he stammeers inelegantly, then clears his throat. "yes. i am her son, kaveh."

they smile again.

"hello kaveh. i'm [name], the groom's child."

"oh. oh! i am so sorry, i had no idea!"

"it's alright, really. you mind if i stick around for a while?"

and kaveh finds that he doesn't. he doesn't mind at all.

the architect has been known to be loose-lipped about his troubles; that in and of itself is part of the reason why he spent the night withdrawn from the celebration. he had no intention of being open about his troubles, and yet...

his step-sibling had the sort of face that made him want to rant, and rant he did.

"i can understand that," they mused thoughtfully, kind eyes observing his expression closely. "it's complicated. grief is never easy. i get it."

initially, they were the one lingering around kaveh, but by the end of the night, the tables have certainly turned. he is practically attached at their hip.

he finds that their understanding presence ended up raising his low spirits.

a few days later, kaveh has to return to sumeru—he does have responsibilities, after all—but he's a bit sad about it! they're, of course, there to reassure him that they plan on visiting someday soon. maybe he can show them around? the prospect alone is very thrilling to him, and what's better is that he'll get to show off his magnum opus like an excited toddler showing off a drawing they made! he does warn them that it is very humid and they need to be prepared, though.

until they can visit, kaveh regularly exchanges letters with them. he complains about his terribly annoying roommate and how awful his taste in interior design is. he tells them about random gossip he heard at the tavern. honestly, he just rambles. it's endearing, really, and in return, they tell him about fontaine and maybe sneak in just the smallest bit of gossip about a certain chief justice or even about the hydro archon herself.

(in the future, closer to when the traveler arrives in fontaine, they do not dare tell kaveh about the heightened fatui activity. goodness, the poor thing would worry to death for theirs and his mother's safety.)

when they do finally have the time to come visit...

they arrive by boat in port ormos, and kaveh is there to pick them up!

he's got a lot of things he intends to show them and a lot of people he intends on introducing them to. on the way back to sumeru city, he stops a few times, pointing out some particularly beautiful locations or animals, all of which would have his siblimg absolutely over the moon. sumeru in general would have them enamored.

the air in sumeru is so... clean compared to fontaine, and the fauna and flora—it's completely different than what they've seen.

now, as for [name] finding out about kaveh's crippling debt... i think they would suspect something was off financially for him, simply because of certain mannerisms of his. he's careful with what he spends his mora on. he tries to be, at the very least, and his caution is very evident. or maybe they're just observant? either way, they know something is a bit off.

kaveh leaves them at alhaitham's home for a while.

it's not that they're one to snoop—it's disrespectful and rude to do so, they are very much aware of this—but a letter would catch their eye.

a letter detailing what he still owes to dori.

suddenly, things make sense in their mind.

they don't try to ask his roommate about it. instead, they wait until he's home and alone with them.

"kaveh," they call. "are you in debt?"

his heart sinks a little. so much for hiding it...

"i..." he hesitates, obviously embarrassed, but he does come clean. in their eyes, he looks like a kicked, pouty puppy. "it's... complicated. i mean, you're not wrong..."

"aw, kaveh, don't look like that," they coo, reaching out to gingerly squeeze his shoulder in a gesture of gentle reassurance. "it's nothing to be ashamed about. things happen, kaveh. life happens. i understand if not, but... will you let me help you out? at least a little bit?"

regardless of what he says, whether he admits that he could use the help or insists that they shouldn't have to do that, they do still go around and tell people about their super awesome and talented step-brother! and when kaveh asks in a letter about the suspicious amount of commissions he's getting from fontaine...

nope! they have no idea how those people found out about him. <3

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion brainrots 🌸#astronetwrk #favoniuslibrary #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #platonic genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #platonic kaveh x reader #kaveh x reader

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yuu-tsuki · 2 years

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A real, final goodbye

Author notes: Alright so this is my first fanfic on tumblr and it was inspired by @alekspected ‘s story. I would also like to thank them for allowing me to use their concept and ideas 🫣 I hope you guys enjoy. Also please forgive me for my subpar vocabulary and grammar since English is not my first language.

Warnings: Implied suicide, death

Here’s a song to set the mood :3

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(о´∀`о)(*^ω^*)(●´ω｀●)(๑╹ω╹๑ )(*^ω^*)(о´∀`о)

Mammon…

He turned around and smiled brightly “Hey thirteen! How are ya?”

Mammon… you’re not supposed to be here… but why are you?

Mammon pretends to not hear her question whilst turning his back towards her to look at the sea of candles all around the room. “Are ya busy these days? Must be hard having to guard and look over so many souls”

Mammon…stop. Answer the question! Why?! Why are you here?! I know very well that you weren’t supposed to be here…and yet here you are.

“Have ya eat-“ MAMMON.

He flinches at the voice raised against him, his smile falters slightly.

“I got into an acci-“

Don’t lie to me. Do not take me for a fool. My job is to oversee souls and know how EVERY soul dies. This also applies to demon lords such as yourself…I want to hear it directly from you. S-so why?

Thirteen could be heard sniffling behind mammon. He felt guilty that thirteen had to deal with him as a result of his decision.

“I felt that it was time for me to go. I saw that my job was completed and have served my purpose, if…I had any in the first place hehehe…I cannot burden them any longer, so I decided to be selfish one final time”

Mammon. Look at me.

He turned to face thirteen. A slight smile adorning his face.

Thirteen saw and understood why. The once bright shining blue eyes were dull and tired. His face was sunken and it was evident how thin mammon had become with the way his clothes hung loosely on him.

“Please don’t cry…I’m very sorry that you had to deal with me“ NO…don’t… please don’t apologize. Don’t degrade yourself that way…

Thirteen could no longer repress her tears and started sobbing harder. Mammon walked over and hugged her. She stayed in his embrace for a few minutes before pulling away and wiping her tears away.

What..what would you like to be reborn as? I could at least assign you an easier next li-

“That won’t be necessary.”

Wh..what do you mean

“I do not wish to be reincarnated.” His said with an unwavering smile.

“I have lived long enough and had seen what I wanted to see in life. Experienced many things, both good and bad. The memories I have made thus far is my greatest asset. All I can say is that I am at peace. I would like to part with just that”

Thirteen couldn’t help but feel sadder and depressed than she already was. Her heart clenched painfully as mammon said that.

But what about your brothers?

“What about them?”

They’ll-

“Manage…they’ll manage. They will be fine. I have raised them to be capable. So you needn’t worry”

No they won’t!!! How are you so sure?! You’re their brother! How will they manage when you’re gone. FOREVER. Even when a thousand or million years pass, the pain they’ll feel wi-

“You know thirteen…if they really cared as you have said…would I feel so worthless? So useless and pathetic? For so many years, since our fall, I tried my best to be of use to them. To care for them and make sure they’re happy. But no matter what I do… I never got a single thank you. I think you’re aware that I am a relatively simple demon with a very simple way of thinking. I’m not as mentally bright as my brothers but what I do pride myself is my ability to live and care no matter what happens to me. But look where that got me….”

She stood there re-evaluating and processing all the things that mammon has confessed. The the type of treatment mammon received from his brothers. Oh, how ignorant she has been especially when she was one of the key witnesses.

“So, can you let me go?”

Thirteen stared straight into mammon’s eyes and saw the continuing pain and lifelessness resulting from their conversation. Although, his face still bears his signature smile. She really couldn’t fathom how could someone so broken and tortured, continue to smile whilst saying all those things.

Mammon…

“Hmm?” Mammon hummed.

Are you sure that you don’t want to give it a more thorough thought?

“….”

Like I said, you don’t have to disappear completely. I can reincarnate you into an animal or better yet a human! With a wonderful family who would care and give you all the love that you could ever ask for!

“Like I said. I’m sure of it. A wonderful life like that shouldn’t be wasted on someone like me and my decision still stands”

IT IS NOT WASTED ON YOU! Please… please don’t say anymore horrible stuff about yourself. STOP CURSING YOURSELF.

FINE! YOUR BROTHERS TREATED YOU HORRIBLY AND POSSIBLY HATED YOU ENOUGH TO CURSE YOU but have you though about the others? Have you thought about Luke? Simeon? Mephistopheles? Me?

Have you ever thought about the impact of your death and decision to disappear forever would have on us? Don’t you think it’s selfish of you to think so when you have us by your side?

We care… so please don’t…

Thirteen then saw a tear sliding down from mammon’s eye.

“Thank you for all your love and care. I am sorry for causing all of you this pain and I’m grateful that you guys care but… I couldn’t any longer. The pain is too much. If you truly care, you’d let me go. So let me be selfish this one last time?”

“Please?”

Thirteen clenched her fists tightly and tried to stifle her tears. She felt frustrated.

Frustrated that she couldn’t do anything to change mammon’s mind. Saddened that the reason he was here in the first place was the result of him losing his fight with his own demons for so many centuries.

She knows that mammon never asked for anything prior to this. Instead, she is well aware that mammon was always the only one complying to everyone’s requests. Maybe it’s for the best.

Before I let you go…won’t you give it another thought?

“……”

Rubbing her tears away and swallowing the lump in her throat…she walks towards mammon’s already unlit candle and holds it in her hand.

“Thank you, thirteen. You have my gratitude.” Mammon bows as he slowly disappears into nothingness.

The candle has disintegrated. Not a single piece of the candle remain. However, what was left in place of the candle was a shiny piece of Grimm in her hand.

Don’t thank me you idiot….and happy final birthday, Mammon

She clenches her hands as the tears keep flowing nonstop.

How…am I suppose to inform the others?

#mammon angst #obey me angst #obey me mammon #obey me thirteen #mammon dies #obey me #SoundCloud

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neruhichy · 26 days

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Hello, I come to spit lore because I have nothing better to do xd

Most of my characters already have characteristic phrases to give a glimpse of their personalities. Years ago I stopped making them public because it was more of a reminder for myself, but one of my favorites is Lev Leopard.

"What use is believing if I can't pray"

"I wanna be the hunter not the hunted"

"I want to be the killer not the prey"

For those who don't know, it's part of the lyrics of the song Hunter by Ken Ashcorp, because I love that song despite it being one of the works that I hate the most xd

I loved those parts because I feel that it represents quite well the helplessness and rage that the character has, in her lore she is the one who had the worst time in her childhood and adolescence, not only because she practically had been a toy for the mafia but also because the repudiation that the average human has for hybrids (come on, it's a story with furry overtones, obviously there is going to be discrimination here).

Also this version of Lev is the one who cares the least about human beings, she does not know the concept of morality or ethics and if it were not for Krueger she would not have any problem with ending a person's life even for the simplest things, it could even be that they hold a certain grudge against the species in general, for everything they experienced in their hands and what they themselves do to their kind.

The only one who is saved from this rule is Krueger, thanks to him she discovered what freedom and genuine love was, and Krueger knows perfectly how her mind works after having cared for her for so long, he knows that she is a potential danger to society, therefore, does everything it can to teach her that what she does is wrong, Lev's mind is not going to change, but he knows that she does care about him, so Krueger takes advantage of that to force her to moderate, because If she didn't, the responsibility would fall on him, and the last thing Lev wants to do is give him problems.

I like to emphasize the change of roles that she was looking for, going from being a prey to a hunter, being able to return all the damage that was caused to her.

This is also why she is relatively carefree in life in general, she does not suffer from any social stress or anxiety, since she does not consider the average person relevant enough to care about their opinions or ideas, beyond work and intentions. Mandatory, she generally doesn't talk to humans other than Krueger.

But there may also be cases where she can tolerate them better or come to feel affection, although those things are really rare to happen, she is very closed-minded, and really spiteful.

She has the basic principle of "don't bother me, I don't bother you", instilled by Krueger to try to make things as pleasant for everyone as possible.

It's also a little exhausting for Krueger to deal with her, but he really loves her and isn't going to give up, he also has hero complex, wanting to fix her when he was worst (?

Btw, Lev loves him too much, she is like a faithful dog and will always return to him, the only thing he seeks is his happiness and well-being, you could say that he sees him as something sacred, she knows perfectly well that he is not a good person and what he did horrible things, but she couldn't care less.

A lot of lore for today jsjs

And I'm sorry for my bad English.

#cod #cod mw2 #sebastian krueger #cod krueger #oc #call of duty #oc x canon #original character #call of duty original character #call of duty oc #oc lore

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ladyfogg · 2 years

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We Live for Love - Part 5

We Live for Love – Part 5

Fic Summary: Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same. Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: We Live for Love by Pat Benatar. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

A/N: And here we are at the end. I had so much fun with this fic and I love these two to pieces. Chances are their story will continue through oneshots, though I don’t have a time frame on those. Thank you all so much for your warm welcome to the fandom and enthusiasm. You guys are the best!

Warnings for this part are underage drinking, brief drug use, and unprotected sex.

You bandage Eddie’s wounds and get an ice pack from the freezer for him to put on his ribs. Instead of asking for any painkillers, Eddie uses his foot to drag over one of the boxes in the middle of the room. He reaches inside and pulls out a half-finished bottle of vodka. You watch him unscrew the top and then take a huge swig. A drink wouldn’t be so bad right about now.

When you reach for the bottle, however, he grabs your wrist. “You’re bleeding.”

In the commotion, you hadn’t noticed that your elbow was cut when you were pushed through the door. “Aww, hell.”

Eddie immediately puts the bottle down and sits up. “Let me look at it.”

Using his discarded t-shirt, he cleans the blood away to examine the cut. It’s your turn to pick up the vodka bottle. “How bad is it?” you ask before taking a big gulp. It burns going down and you can’t help making a face.

“I don’t see any glass,” he says. He picks up the hydrogen peroxide still sitting on the coffee table. “This is going to hurt.”

It stings when he douses the cut but then he gently blows on it, which sends a shiver down your spine. Involuntarily, you inhale sharply. He glances up at you with a smirk and your face warms, which is definitely not the result of the alcohol. Eddie puts the bandage on and as he’s finishing up, you hear the sound of tools being used downstairs. With a wistful sigh, you think about how you were only able to distract everyone for a few minutes.

“Those jerks ruined everything.”

“I know, it fucking sucks. We’ll try again. I’m sure everyone still wants to play,” Eddie says.

“Not today though. You really need to take it easy and I don’t think me or the others are in the mood anymore.”

“You were doing so fucking good though. Like, I’m excited to see where the story goes.”

It makes you happy to hear his praises, especially coming from someone who’s run D&D games before. You take another drink of vodka before passing the bottle back. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, you’re exhausted. Snuggling into Eddie’s side, the two of you stay on the sofa, swapping the vodka bottle back and forth. One by one the others start to come upstairs. They find various seats around the room, no one wanting to break the silence.

As they do, you assess the damage. The boys are in relatively good shape. Dustin has the scrape on his chin but that’s about it. Mike is definitely going to have a black eye tomorrow. Eddie hands the ice pack to Eleven who holds it to her boyfriend’s face to try to ease the swelling. Lucas is unscathed except for a slight limp.

Nancy and Steve come up the stairs last. She swipes the bottle from you when she walks by, taking a seat on the armrest of the couch. With zero hesitation, she knocks back a healthy gulp.

“Well, what little we played was fun!” Robin says, trying to sound cheerful. “And Steve managed to roll a negative number. That’s pretty hilarious.”

Steve shoves her and takes the bottle from Nancy when she offers it to him. “I didn’t know what to expect but the story was pretty cool.”

“Sorry those dickbags interrupted,” you say. “They harassed me the other day and must have followed me home to see where I lived. Which is fucking creepy and unsettling.”

Eddie rubs your shoulder. “I should be the one saying sorry. If I wasn’t here, they wouldn’t have attacked.”

There’s no way you’re going to let Eddie feel bad about this. But before you can speak up, Dustin does. “It’s not your fault, either of you,” he says. “They’re taking their anger out on Eddie because they can’t wrap their heads about the fact that their friend was an asshole. He may not have murdered anyone, but he would have.”

“He tried to,” Lucas says. “He straight-up tried to kill me.”

“And he led the whole town in a witch hunt,” Robin says. “He made everything worse. He was the worst.”

“Unfortunately, there are more guys like him out there,” Will says. “They get off on mob mentality because it helps them get what they want.”

“They won’t get it here,” El says. “I will stop them. We will stop them.”

Their words make you feel a bit better. Of course, that could also be the alcohol, which Steve passes back to Eddie. “None of you tell your parents that you saw us drinking,” you warn the teenagers. “They’re already going to kill me for letting you fight in my store.”

“Please, Will and El are the only ones whose parents have any idea what’s really going on with their kids,” Nancy says.

“Also, when are we not getting into fights?” Mike asks. “It’s kind of our thing.”

Eddie holds the bottle out to him. There’s a second of consideration, then Mike takes it. Just like that, the vodka bottle gets passed around with everyone taking a sip, some more bothered by the taste than others. When it gets back to Eddie, it’s empty. “Well, the afternoon’s been shot to shit,” he says, putting the bottle back into the box and pulling you in close. “You guys are welcome to chill here for a bit.”

“Is there more booze?” Nancy asks.

Eddie grins.

Well, it wasn’t exactly how you thought the evening would go but getting buzzed with your new friends in the comfort of your own apartment isn’t too bad either. You and Nancy keep an eye on the teens but, they don’t seem too interested in more alcohol after a few sips. Whether it’s that or the comradery that comes with surviving something big together, everyone seems to be enjoying just being there with each other.

You guys call it a night when it starts to get dark.

There isn’t necessarily a curfew but as a general safety precaution, people try to not be out at night. Eddie stays resting on the couch while you show your guests out. Downstairs in the shop, you smile at the clean-up they had done. The glass is gone and the gaping hole in the door has been boarded up tight. They also took the time to board the windows too so no prying eyes can spy on what you’re doing. It’s fine by you, it’s not like you’re keeping store hours during the apocalypse.

You say goodnight to them and promise to try to run another game soon. As they head off into the night, piling into Steve and Nancy’s cars. You wait until they’re safely on their way before closing the door and locking it. For added security, you shove the table against it, knowing it’ll make you feel better.

Upstairs, Eddie is lounging on the couch, swinging his foot. He seems fine. You don’t see any new bruising on his torso and he isn’t bleeding through his bandages, all of which are good signs.

Once you close the apartment door, he grins at you and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a joint. “You in?”

“Where the hell did you even get that?”

His grin widens as he sits up. “Your landlord had a stash. Found it when you were packing up the clothes. He must have been dealing because there is more than enough to last us a couple of weeks.”

“Lucky us.”

Eddie pulls a lighter out of his other pocket and lights up. You kick out of your shoes and shed your jeans on your way to the couch. Dropping down next to him, you wait for him to take a drag before he hands the joint to you. The two of you sit there for a while, passing it back and forth. When you’re good, he finishes it off. Between the drinking and the weed, he doesn’t seem to be feeling pain from his attack. When you close your eyes, you can still see that image of that bastard punching him. But you’re too buzzed and just stoned enough to not let it get you worked up.

At some point, Eddie gets up and goes over to your stereo to check your collection. It’s not much but there are tons of different artists, mostly because your tastes are always changing. With a frown, he picks up a cassette with no label.

“What’s this?”

You shrug. “Probably one of my mixes.”

“Oh my god, you make mix tapes?”

“Oh, all the time.”

“We have to listen to it.”

“I don’t even know what’s on that one. Sometimes I just make a bunch and forget about them.”

Eddie puts the tape in and turns the volume up. When Over the Mountain by Ozzy Osbourne plays, he turns to you and puts his hand over his heart. “You are literally the perfect woman!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Munson.”

A second later, he’s kissing the breath out of you, inhibitions completely gone though you’re not sure he had many to begin with. You slide your arm around his neck and lean back until you’re lying on the couch and he’s draped over you. His hands immediately slip under your t-shirt, cupping your breasts once he realizes you never put a bra back on. That’s all it takes. You sit up and he pulls the shirt up over your head, throwing it somewhere behind him.

Now you’re chest to chest, both arms wrapped around his neck as you hungrily kiss him.

If you could go back in time and tell your high school self that one day you’d be making out with Eddie Munson in your apartment, listening to your favorite music, the teen version of you would probably spontaneously combust. It’s so surreal, you have a hard time believing it yourself.

His arms encircle your body, hands running up your back as he pushes his tongue past your lips. He hums in satisfaction, tasting your mouth. Your tongue strokes his, beckoning him further with each teasing flick. Pushing forward, he lays you on your back. You wrap your legs around him, bringing his jean-clad erection in contact with the thin fabric of your panties. Instinctively he thrusts down and the friction makes you gasp. You feel his smile rather than see it this time.

Kissing his way down to your neck, Eddie ruts against you, sending tendrils of desire through every inch of your body.

“Never wanted it like this before,” he groans.

“Eddie,” you pant, hands tangling in his dark hair. “You make me feel so good.”

“Prepare to feel even better.”

He trails his kisses down your throat, then between the valley of your breasts, where he pauses for just a moment to playfully nip at the sensitive skin. His hands cup each breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh before he keeps moving. Looking up at you, he grins, then obscenely drags the tip of his tongue down your stomach, making sure you know exactly where he’s headed and what he plans to do when he gets there.

Those fucking gorgeous hands of his slide to your hips and you watch as he gently bites the top edge of your panties and drags them down your thighs. He manages to get them off and when you slide your legs out, he sits up triumphantly with the panties still dangling between his teeth. He wags his eyebrows and proudly nods as if waiting for your approval.

It makes you laugh and you can’t help but shake your head at him.

“Why are you shaking your head?” he asks after tossing them away. “That was fucking smooth as hell!”

“You’re such a dork.” You grab him and kiss him, pulling him back down on top of you. Now, you’re the one fully naked while he’s half-dressed.

He’s still smiling when he kisses you and that has to be your absolute favorite thing about him. His smile and how freely he gives it. How even when his mouth is otherwise preoccupied, he’s still grinning like a lovestruck idiot. You both are lovestruck idiots.

Eddie works his way back down, clearly on a mission. The more he moves, the hotter your face gets and the more your body tenses with anticipation. You expect him to tease, to touch, to get you all riled up before giving you what you want. But this is Eddie we’re talking about and when he wants something, truly wants something, there’s no stopping him. He wastes no time. With quick, fluid movements, he throws your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your thighs. In an instant, his hot mouth is on your aching core, his lips moving along your folds as if he’s kissing you. Then, all you feel is wet heat circling your clit and you lose all sense.

The music blares, the alcohol and desire flow, and Eddie devours.

If you thought he was hungry for your kisses, that’s nothing compared to what he’s doing now. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause to catch his breath. He stays exactly where he wants to be, licking, sucking, kissing your slit with his lips and tongue. Fucking hell, that tongue. The first time it slips inside you, your back immediately arches and you cry out his name. One of your hands reaches up to grab the armrest underneath your head, needing something solid to hold onto. The other hand grips the side of the couch, clinging to the scratchy fabric.

Eddie’s hands haven’t left your thighs, his fingers digging into the supple flesh and leaving you hoping for bruises in the morning. Marks that Eddie Munson was there, eating you out like a fucking champ.

He reaches out to grab your wrist, prying your hand and bringing it to his head. You get the message, loud and clear. Both hands bury themselves in his thick hair, nails scraping his scalp as you clench them into fists. Eddie moans and you feel the vibration directly on your clit. It sends you into small spasms and when you manage to drag your eyes open, you find Eddie staring up at you.

You’re so far gone, you never even realized he’s been watching you this whole time.

Tugging on his hair, you watch his eyes practically roll back in his head and he moans again. Two fingers replace his tongue and this time when he strokes deep inside, his lips are wrapped around your clit, sucking like he’s trying to get the last bit of milkshake at the bottom of the straw. Your entire body is drenched in sweat, thighs quivering around Eddie’s head, and hips rocking along with his fingers. He keeps you on the edge, going hard and fast until he can sense you’re ready and then backing off, taking things slow, driving you fucking crazy with need.

When he finally does let you come, it’s violent and messy, and so fucking beautiful that you see white. Your body locks around him, keeping him right where he is until the pleasure starts to recede and you fall back onto the couch, thoroughly spent.

He doesn’t stop though. Now that you’re satisfied, he takes time for himself, still massaging you with his mouth and tasting everything he can.

The mixtape is several songs away from where it was. As your senses slowly return, you open your bleary eyes in time to see Eddie sit back on his heels, panting heavily with your slick on his face. He wipes it on the back of his hand, taking a moment to lick his fingers clean before reaching down to undo his belt. The clink of the metal buckle snaps you out of your daze and you immediately sit up to help.

When he kisses you, you don’t even care that you can taste yourself on him. If anything, the possessive side of you is thrilled, makes you feel like you’ve staked your claim on your man. You get your hand into his pants to find him hard as a rock, and commando.

The hardness against your palm is thrilling, your body aching to feel every inch of him. You smear his precum as you jerk him off, the slickness helping keep your movements fluid.

“Where do you want me?” he growls between kisses. “How do you want me?”

“In my mouth.”

There’s no time to think, no time to tease. Right now, you both are driven by pure instinct and lust. He gets his pants down just enough for you to pull his cock out. You immediately bend over to take him into your mouth, swallowing down to the base with no other thought than making him feel as good as he just made you feel.

It’s an awkward angle but you’re too far gone to care. Eddie grips your head with both hands, his moans no longer muffled as he thrusts himself in and out of your mouth. Then, just as quickly as he started, he stops you, yanking you off and forcing you to look up at him.

“I want to be inside you.”

Your loins ache and clench at the thought, but before you can say yes, his face falls and he runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Shit! I don’t have a rubber. Wait, where’s my wallet?”

Smooth, sexy Eddie is gone and replaced by freaked out, horny, desperate Eddie who starts to scour the floor for his old pair of jeans, while simultaneously stepping/tripping out of the pair he’s currently wearing. The whiplash is enough to give you a moment to collect yourself. You try to catch your breath, watching him find said wallet then swear some more when he finds it empty.

“Fuck please tell me this isn’t happening.”

You grab his hand, pulling him back towards the couch and to you. “Eddie, come here.”

“You know what, from now on, I’m carrying rubbers all the time, everywhere. I don’t fucking care. God damn it!”

“Eddie, it’s okay. I want…” You pause, unsure if you can say the words or even if Eddie would want to keep going. He’s still fuming, muttering under his breath. You cradle his face, kissing him deeply, bringing his focus back to you. When you draw back, he stares at you lovingly. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

He blinks a few times but doesn’t say anything, almost like his mind has gone blank.

“It’s safe,” you tell him. “I’m only a few days out from that time of the month and I’ve never…” Your throat is suddenly dry and you have to swallow before speaking again. “I’ve never…not without a condom at least.”

It’s hard to string a sentence together and you pray that he’s able to decipher what you’re trying to tell him. Is it stupid? Probably. Do you still want it? Absolutely. He’s the one who swallows now before letting out a slow breath.

“I’ve never done it without one either.”

“If you’d rather we didn’t—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, arms wrapped so tight around your waist it almost hurts. Everything suddenly shifts and you’ve never been more sober in your life. Sinking onto the couch, with no barrier between you, nothing stopping you from finally having each other, touches become softer, lips are gentler, but your hearts still race.

Eddie sits in the middle of the couch, back pressed against the cushions and feet flat on the floor. This time when you straddle his lap, you’re mindful of his injuries, careful not to press too much against them.

The movement traps his cock between your bodies. He whimpers as you start to rock with him, gliding yourself along his thick shaft and wetting him with your arousal. Your arm snakes around his neck and his hands fall to your ass, grabbing both cheeks and pulling you closer every time you slip back. Occasionally, his tip brushes your clit and you shudder with pleasure. But, no matter how good it feels, you don’t close your eyes, don’t break eye contact. Neither does Eddie. His eyes are hooded, watching you grind yourself down on his lap.

Your focus is only on him. Everything around you doesn’t matter, you doubt you’d even be able to tell what song is playing. Everything you’ve done together the last few hours has been leading up to this moment. It feels like years have gone by since you walked into that hospital room for the first time. How could it only have been two days? Why did it take you two so long to get to this point? You think of the years wasted not being with him, and you’re determined to make up for it.

When you’re ready, you lift your hips. Eddie takes hold of himself. There’s a pause, a moment where he looks at you questioningly, wondering one more time if you’re sure about this.

You slide onto his cock.

Eddie’s hands grasp your hips and he throws his head back, letting out the hottest, most erotic moan you’ve ever heard. One hand moves to cradle the back of your head and he brings your forehead to his so that all you see are those big brown eyes as he slowly fills you. The stretch is unquantifiable, somehow both new and exciting, yet familiar and right. It feels right. This, this with Eddie, right here, right now, feels like it’s meant to be.

He bottoms out and you find yourself snug against his lap, body quivering in anticipation, and your heart attempting to burst through your ribcage.

When you try to move, Eddie stops you. “Wait,” he whispers. “Just…wait.”

He’s savoring it, you realize. He’s making every second count, committing all of this to memory. You find yourself holding your breath, trying desperately not to squirm while your hormones urge you to ride that man until the sun comes up. You’re not sure if you’ll last that long but you’re willing to give it a try.

Eddie kisses you, and that’s when you rise up and slid back down on him. The urge to take your time dissipates, replaced by one single word: more.

You rock together in tandem, a beautiful, sexy give and take with a dance that’s older than either of you. You’re clinging to him with one arm like your life depends on it, while your hand slams onto the wall behind his head. Your body starts to cramp almost immediately. But you push through it, ignore the strain on your muscles because if you were to stop right then in there, you’d probably die. Eddie’s right there with you, panting against your lips, grabbing your waist, guiding your gyrating hips.

“Beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he moans. “You’re so wet, babe. Fuck, you feel…oh god, you feel like home.”

Every time you come down his hips jerk up, impatiently seeking your wet heat. On one particularly hard thrust, the tip of his cock hits that spot his fingers found earlier and you gasp.

You can’t speak. It’s too much. Too overwhelming for you to process. All you can do is kiss him and moan his name, your sweat-slick bodies hurtling closer and closer to the finish line. However, that position is becoming increasingly unforgettable for you and you’re having a harder time focusing. Sensing your discomfort, Eddie moves. Carefully, he lays you down on the couch. His cock slips out and the brutal emptiness has you scrambling for him, clutching his shoulders in desperation. Leaning over you now, Eddie pushes back in, taking over and thrusting harder and harder…

Yes. Yes. This is what you need, what you want. This is much better.

Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs and pulling him in all the way in each time he withdraws.

The two of you are nose to nose, sharing the same heated breaths. His hand grabs your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh again as he grinds into your heat. You know he’s close when his pace quickens and his movements become sloppy. He chants your name over and over, swearing and gasping as he teeters on the edge of oblivion. A hand worms between your bodies and a dexterous thumb rubs too hard at your clit, too fast for you to prevent yourself from going over that edge.

Eddie’s there with you a moment later.

He comes inside you, still thrusting and grinding. Singing your name, praising your body, your mouth, your heart, and more. “So fucking good to me. So fucking beautiful inside and out,” he babbles. “Fuck it’s like you’re made for me.”

“Give me all of you, Eddie.”

“Take it, baby.”

He rides out his release for as long as he possibly can. You’re done, boneless and breathless well before he finally slows down. Even then, he gives several weak thrusts before he finally collapses on top of you, trying to catch his breath.

Slowly, the world comes back. The music filters in, Heavy Metal Queen by Trance to be exact.

Eddie’s kissing you, filthy kisses with way too much tongue and not enough precision. You don’t fucking care. You kiss him back the same way, endorphins flooding your system and making you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Your body is thrumming, alive for the first time in you don’t know how long. Eddie shifts and manages to switch your positions so he’s laying down and you’re sprawled across his chest. His softening cock slips out and he whimpers at the loss of your heat.

Silently you try to catch your breath, neither one of you having the energy or desire to speak yet. Of course, he’s the one to say something first. “So, like that was at least a ten out of ten, right?”

You laugh, even though you’re still breathless. Eddie laughs too, jostling your body in the process. You’re aware that you need to get up and clean yourself, and definitely get something to drink, but then Eddie hugs you close and kisses your forehead and you think, eh, five more minutes won’t hurt.

“You haven’t said anything,” Eddie comments after another stretch of silence.

“I’m speechless.”

He playfully pumps his fist. “Nailed it.”

Giggling, you finally push yourself up to look down at him. His smile is probably the biggest you’ve ever seen and he reaches up to stroke your cheek. “In all seriousness, I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he tells you.

“Me neither.” With a wince you sit up, taking stock of your body and noting that pretty much every muscle aches. “Going to be feeling this tomorrow.”

“Good. It means I did my job right.”

You both get up to clean yourselves. After, you don’t see the point in putting on clothes. It’s warm enough that you don’t need them. Eddie seems to agree because aside from his boxers, he ignores the rest of the clothes on the floor. Even though you’re tired, you can’t bring yourself to go to sleep. Not yet. Instead, you stretch out on the couch with a blanket. While you were in the bathroom, Eddie had turned off the music. He’s now messing with the guitar, face pinched in concentration.

“Going to give me a private show?” you tease.

Smirking, he turns around, slinging the guitar across his chest. “This one goes out to a very sexy lady who just let me raw dog her on the couch.”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie!”

“For one night only, a private show for my baby girl. Hope she keeps this one in her…Heart.” He pauses. “And never ever tells anyone I did this. Okay!”

He starts to play, nimble fingers dancing along the strings with practiced ease. It takes you a second to recognize what song he’s playing and by the time he starts to sing, you are giddy.

“Spare a little candle, save some light for me. Figures up ahead, moving in the trees. White skin in linen, perfume on my wrist, and the full moon that hangs over, these dreams in the mist.” Alright, how the hell does he know how to play this song? He and you are going to have a serious talk about this because you need answers. First, singling all the lyrics in the car, and now performing a song without practice? Maybe Eddie does practice the dark arts.

“Darkness on the edge, shadows where I stand. I search for the time, on a watch with no hands. I want to see you clearly, come closer than this. But all I remember, are the dreams in the mist…”

In pure Eddie fashion, he’s all in, swaying to his own music and singing every word perfectly. When the chorus comes, he belts it.

“These dreams go on when I close my eyes! Every second of the night I live another life. These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside. Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away!”

You’re sitting up now, still wrapped in the blanket and staring at the wonderful, talented, goofy, yet somehow still incredibly sexy guitar-playing metal head who is currently singing Heart lyrics at the top of his lungs while he plays in his underwear.

“Is it cloak 'n' dagger, could it be spring or fall. I walk without a cut through a stained glass wall. Weaker in my eyesight the candle in my grip, and words that have no form are falling from my lips.”

This time you join him in the chorus, swaying to the music.

“These dreams go on when I close my eyes, every second of the night I live another life. These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside. Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away.”

He plays the entire song, sings it word for word with as much enthusiasm as he would Metallica or Ozzy. You sing with him but mostly, you just watch in awe. He took your favorite song and made it special, giving you a unique, wonderful memory as a way to combat whatever darkness lies ahead of you.

And you don’t know what that is. You have no idea what will happen, no clue how to even begin to prepare for some mystical fantastical battle you never in a million years thought would be real. In all honesty, you’re not sure you truly believed Eddie until you saw El make that brick fly. If you ponder the impending war it's too much, it scares you to death. But when your mind starts to go there, Eddie gets to the chorus of These Dreams, and that adorable swaying of his and bright enthusiasm pulls you back, keeps you focused in the here and now.

Which is exactly where you want to be: sitting in your living room, watching your naked boyfriend make a fool of himself just to make you smile.

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Thanks for the 7th Anniversary - Part 3: The school festival starts!

*Osaka manor*

Secretary: I brought today’s newspaper

Soshi: Leave it here

Soshi: Part of this page has been torn off. What’s the reason? What kind of article did it feature?

Secretary:...it was an article about young master Sogo. You told me to get any article concerning him out of Your sight…

Soshi:...what kind of news was it?

Secretary: It was about the role of the main character in a drama serie inspired by the awarded novel “Kizuna”

Soshi: Mpf. So now he’s done with music and wants to be an actor? He’s quite fickle

Secretary: Actually…The young Master will compose the theme song

Soshi:.........

Secretary: Would you like to see the ripped page?

Soshi: Did I ask for that?

Secretary: I apologize

Soshi: Put this magazine away. I have a breakfast meeting at the hotel

Secretary: As You wish

*Cut to a blue sky*

Tsumugi:...and so

Tsumugi: the day of the seventh school festival arrived!

*Cut to a classroom*

Matsunaga Taro: I’m happy to be working with you today

Tsumugi: Same!

Riku: We’re happy to be working with you!

Mitsuki: This school’s students are amazing! The archway they put at the gate was very authentic!

Nagi: Yes! And they decorated it with seven stars

Matsunaga Taro: We even rearranged that mascot costume, just to make the “Birth of the Nanahoshi star” atmosphere more exciting!

Sogo: The lion’s head was turned into a black circle, while the arabesque cloth was replaced by a silver cloak…right?

Tamaki: Ah, is it a microphone? The upper part is the head of the microphone and the body is where the grip is

Matsunaga Taro: Correct! And since it will be the mascot for the “Birth of the Nanahoshi star” event, it will be called Starbi!

Iori: There was a public contest to choose the mascot’s name

Mitsuki: Wearing that costume must be hot as hell. It seems pretty solid, a relative of yours could be inside and you wouldn’t even notice

Yamato: I don’t think anybody’s relative is supposed to wear it

Nagi: Oh…really?

Riku: What about your class project, Iori?

Iori: I’m joining it when it’s my turn. Pay attention to do the same, Yotsuba san

Tamaki: Roger

Sogo: So, what’s it going to be? Ah, maybe it’s on the pamphlet…

Tamaki: You can’t look

Sogo: But I want to see what you’re going to do at the school festival, Tamaki kun

Riku: Me too! I want to see what the two of you are planning!

Iori&Tamaki: Top secret

Riku&Sogo: What??

Matsunaga Taro: There’s still some time before the performance, so please, feel free to enjoy the festival

Nagi&Mitsuki&Riku&Yamato&Sogo: Thank you!

*Cut to a street*

Momo: Ah, it’s here! There are so many people!

Yuki: Seems like it. We’ve arrived, Shizuo san

Shizuo: Yes….

Passerby girl: Re.vale?!

Passerby girl 2: It’s Re:vale, isn’t it?!

Momo: Hello! Sorry, it’s our day off!

Ryo:......

Momo: Ryo….?

Yuki: What happened?

Momo: Ah, no….

Ryo:.....tsk

Momo: …He ran away…! Ugh…Yuki…! Go ahead, okay?

Yuki: What?!

Momo: I’ll catch up with you later! Take care of Chiba san!

Yuki:...Momo’s gone. I wonder what’s going on…

Shizuo: Aah…I don’t know, maybe I should just stop here…

Yuki: We came all the way here, what are you saying now? I even brought a penlight for you

Shizuo: A penlight?

Yuki: Let’s wave it together. Hurting Yamato kun’s feelings is something you do quite often, right?

Shizuo: Recently…

Yuki: Yes?

Shizuo: I thought things were going well, until a few days ago…

Yuki: He’s really grown up, hasn’t he? I bet you were very happy about Mikazuki Ookami

Shizuo: Yes, I was….

Yuki: And still, you had to say this and that and made him angry

Shizuo: It was never my intention. It’s just that they asked me to say something, and so I did…

Shizuo: And there were so many things I wanted to say to Yamato, as an actor, that I couldn’t stop. I think you went through something like that with Momo, too

Yuki: Ahah…yes, it happens to me sometimes. Now that I think about that, you told me something years ago

Yuki: “We are bastards who only care about their art, that’s why we often end up hurting people. So, if you can, do your best to be a good human being”

Shizuo: I said so, yes…I wonder how I could forget this lesson

Yuki: Please, reconcile with him. That boy has already endured a lot. Today, you must yield

Shizuo: I know…

Shizuo: That’s why a wind of cowardice is blowing

Yuki: Yamato kun has proved himself brave. Let’s go, I’ll treat you today

Shizuo: With what?

Yuki: Well, since it’s a school festival…Kakigori? Yakisoba, maybe?

Shizuo: Ahah…the springtime of life

Yuki: Fufu. It really is

Shizuo: So…is it me or has your partner just run away from you?

Yuki: Don’t say things like that! He wasn’t running away from me

Yuki: But I wonder where he went…Momo…

*Cut to a secondary street*

Momo:....anf…caught you!

Ryo: Ugh…!

Momo: Why are you running like that?! Also, why were you there?!

Ryo:.....

Ryo: Could you let go of my hand? At this point you are the one assaulting me, aren't you?

Momo: Grabbing one’s arm is assault to you?!

Ryo: Long time no see, Momo

Momo:...yeah. So, why were you running? The sight of me shocked you that much?

Ryo: And why were you following me? Yuki may get angry if he finds out you’re still involved with me

Momo: Because I saw you running! What are you doing? I hope the answer is “nothing”, though…

Ryo: …..I went to the temple

Momo: To the temple?

Ryo: I wanted to torch the document that proves Riku and Kujo Tenn are twins

Momo: You wanted to erase it from the face of the earth?

Ryo:....hmpf

Momo: I see…sorry, I thought you were plotting some sort of awfulness

Ryo: It’s fine

Momo: And so? Did you torch the document in the end?

Ryo: I dropped it

Momo: What?!? Dropped?!

Ryo: It can’t be helped. The place was so crowded, and everybody was walking in the same direction

Momo: The school festival is just two steps away! Where did you drop it? Oh no, we must find it quickly!

Ryo: Calm down

Momo: You’re the one who’s way too calm about this! Panicking is the bare minimum!

Ryo: I'm very panicked, then! Very, veeery panicked!

Momo: Are you kidding me, bastard?!

Ryo: Stop! Grabbing me like that…! You’re supposed to be an idol

Momo: Where did you lose that document?! It was inside something, I suppose! What was it?

Ryo: A blue carrying case

Momo: Ah…those fashionable, expensive ones that are trending among celebrities?

Ryo: Yes! Rather than dropping it, let’s say a foreigner took it by mistake

Momo: A foreigner took it by mistake?

Ryo: We bumped into each other and dropped our bags

Ryo: We picked them up without looking at each other, I noticed that the cases were almost identical

Momo: And that guy’s is..?

Ryo: I threw it away

Momo: You did what?!?

Ryo: Well, I didn’t literally throw it away. Let’s say I left it at the bonfire's acceptance. I have other things to do, you know

Momo: What was in there?

Ryo: A letter

Momo: It’ll be lost if they burn it! We must go take that letter back!

Momo: But the document must be found as well…alright! You’ll contact Utsugi san

Ryo: Why?

Momo: Because we’re completely lost without any help! And I can’t ask Yuki…

Ryo: Eeh, why can’t you ask Yuki? Did you realize you’ve betrayed him?

Momo: Yuki would definitely trust me if I said I thought you were up to something awful!

Momo: At the same time, you wanted to finally get rid of that document

Ryo:.....

Momo: Of course, I wonder why of all the ways to get rid of a document you chose burning it at a temple’s bonfire

Momo: But you were up to something good for once, and if it ends up making you look bad you won’t do anything like that ever again

Momo: I don’t want that

Ryo:...oh, really?

Momo: If you got it, let’s call Utsugi san and ask for help

Ryo….I don’t want to call Shiro

Momo: Why?

Ryo: He’ll make things bothersome

Momo: Then make an effort! As depraved as you are, you're still the president’s son, aren’t you?! You must have some power!

Ryo: However, I’m not the president anymore…

Momo: Call, now!

*Cut to the school*

Girl: Ah, look! It’s ŹOOĻ, isn’t it!

Girl 2: They must be here to see Isumi! Inumaru Touma looks so scary! He’s cool!

Girl 3: Midou Torao looks even better in real life!

Girl 1: Ooh, look at Natsume Minami san! He’s so so beautiful!

Touma *thinking*: Haru said that this school’s students are used to celebrities and wouldn’t make any fuss, but…

Torao *thinking*: As expected, we draw too much attention walking all together like this…

Minami *thinking*: Maybe it would be better to separate until we meet Isumi san…

Shiro: Hello! Nice to meet you, we’re ŹOOĻ!

Minami&Touma&Torao:....?!

Shiro: Take care of us today!

Touma: U-Utsugi san! What’s going on? You have quite a positive attitude, today

Shiro: This school’s students are used to celebrities, aren’t they? So, I’ve been told to act normal

Shiro: We’re basically Isumi san’s parental guardians, today. It’s not good for us to be rude and not greet properly, right?

Touma: Well, yes…Haru’s grandma told us to take care of him as well

Student: Ah, ŹOOĻ …

Touma: Oh yeah! We’re ŹOOĻ!

Shiro: We’re ŹOOĻ!

Student: Kyaaaah, ŹOOĻ …!?

Touma: Exactly! In the flesh!

Shiro: We’re ŹOOĻ, yes! Thank you for taking care of Isumi Haruka!

Torao:...really? We must act that open?

Minami:..people are crowding around us

Touma: Ah! Mina, Tora, listen. Haru was pretty embarrassed about today, so even if he shows up wearing something weird don’t make fun of him

Torao: Something weird? I knew he was going to do some kind of cosplay, but what costume is he wearing?

Touma: I have no clue, but he’s definitely ashamed of it. We don’t want him to sulk, right? Poor Haru

Minami: Oh, I understand…shall we avoid ridiculing him no matter what he’s wearing, then?

Torao: We don’t want to make him angry at school, after all

Shiro: Whatever he’s wearing, I’m sure it suits Isumi san!

*Phone ringing*

Shiro: Ah…Ryo kun is calling me. Excuse me for a moment

Touma: Ryo san? Ah, I see…

Shiro: Utsugi Shiro here. Ah, yes, I’m at Nanahoshi school. What? At the temple? Oh no, I absolutely don’t want to go

Shiro:...I don’t want to. Go there yourself. Why? You’re talking about that temple, right? Up on the hill…Yes, yes. Well, I don’t want to climb up there

Shiro: What? You already did? Basically, you got up there and then you came down? And now you have to go back there?

Shiro: Ahah, what a fool’s errand. Look, the answer is no. See you

*Bip*

Shiro: Sorry, I made you wait

Touma *thinking*: Is he comfortable facing Ryo san like that? Torao *thinking*: How is this guy still alive?

Minami *thinking*: Why is Ryo san so interested in a temple? Does he want to visit it 100 times to make amends for the past?

Shiro: So, where shall we start the tour from? Let’s look at the school pamphlet…

*Phone ringing*

Shiro: He’s so persistent… I apologize. Can you guys go ahead?

Touma: Ah, yes. Message us once you’re done with the call

Shiro: I will

Touma: If we manage to find Haru, we’ll catch him for you!

Shiro: Please, do it

*Cut to the school stage*

Student: This is the “Birth of the Nanahoshi star” stage! Judges’ seats are over there!

Otoharu: Thank you

Sosuke: Shit… I don’t understand. Why the hell are me and Takanashi normal judges and you’re the President of the Jury?

Rintaro: Ahah, I was surprised as well. My small and weak agency against yours, how could I end up being the president?

Rintaro: Young people hold the future, don’t they? They must expect something good from my agency

Otoharu: Why did you choose the president of Okazaki company?

Student: Well…because Re:vale are in that company, and they are the overall champions of Black and White

Rintaro: Reason is being a winner, then. I’m sorry, but victories and achievements do talk

Sosuke: Mpf, look at the way he shows off….this man sucks

Rintaro: And still I like you, Yaotome san. Let’s get along, okay?

Sosuke: Don’t forget what you said

Rintaro: What? “I like you, Yaotome san”?

Rintaro: Oh, don’t worry! I won’t forget! I like you

Sosuke: I’m not referring to that! The line about getting along

Sosuke: We’re the judges of a project involving a newborn star

Sosuke: If we find somebody with the potential to become a star of the new age, there will be no march stealing

Rintaro: But of course! I’m not planning to do anything like that

*Seth passes by*

Sosuke&Rintaro:......!

Otoharu: Ah, what a stylish, beautiful guy! He must be from Northern Europe. Very charismatic

Otoharu: It reminds me of somebody, though…

Sosuke: We must talk to him right now! Before Okazaki agency beats us

Rintaro: Rinto! Where’s Rinto?! Go, go!! C’mon c'mon c’mon, give him our business card!

Sosuke: Okazaki! You said “no march stealing”, didn’t you?!

Rintaro: Yes, yes. I like you, Yaotome san

*Cut to a school hallway*

*Electronic noises*

Thorvard: <Diagonally behind us, on the right. There’s a young man with glasses, wearing a suit, coming toward us>

Thorvard: <Please, double check>

*Bzzz*

Seth: <This is a Japanese summer festival…>

Thorvard: <Our men have tracked Nagi sama. He seems to be in this area. Apparently, he’s going to perform>

Seth: <So we’ll get to watch him sing. What’s that, Thorvard?>

Thorvard: <Your Highness Seth! Don’t walk away from me, please>

Seth: <What’s written here?>

Thorvard: <“Your first scarecrow-making experience”>

Seth: <Amazing….and what’s written there?>

Thorvard: <“Heart beating ☆ Amateur hypnotism show”>

Seth:< ...I’m sure Sakura Haruki would have loved to go back to Japan and experience a festival like this once more>

Thovard: <This festival is more suitable for students, but…yes, maybe >

Seth: <The reason why Sakura Haruki could never come back home is me. It’s because I locked him up...>

Thorvard: <This is also true, but he had the desire to pass away in North Meir…>

Seth: <Yes, but…the letter he addressed to Nagi must still be filled with hateful words against me, right?>

Thorvard: < Yes….>

Seth: <I knew it. Let’s go back home>

Thorvard: <Do you mean, let’s go back home to North Meir?>

Seth: <Exactly. Let’s hurry>

Thorvard: <Please, wait!>

Seth: <Nagi will find us if we stay here…!>

*Seth and Thorvard run away*

Nagi: Yeey! Let’s go see it!

Yamato: A mimicry competition? Mitsu, do you have some kind of trademark gag ready?

Mitsuki: Roppu chan, from Usamimi friends. Iori’s gonna love it

Yamato: Ahaha! What the heck is that?

*Nagi, Yamato and Mitsuki walk away*

Seth: <...is he gone?>

Thorvard: < He is… >

Seth: <Aah…that was scary…>

Thorvard: <I thought we had come so far to meet him…>

Seth: <Yes, but… <

Tenn *in english* : Are you okay?

Seth:.....

Tenn *in english* : You’re sitting down. Are you not feeling well?

Seth: <I’ve seen his face before…ah, the minister Kenneth…his phone’s wallpaper…>

Thorvard: <Aaah! Your Highness is right…!>

Ryunosuke: Is everything alright, Tenn?

Tenn: They don’t seem to understand english…

Gaku: A heat stroke, probably! Here, I bought some water!

Seth:....!

Gaku: W-what?

Seth: Shinpachiro!

Thorvard: Mikazuki Ookami!

Gaku: Ah, do you know me? I’m happy, thank you. Ah, I should say it in English. Thanks

Seth: Kuro…?

Tenn: Yes. I’m Kuro’s actor, my name is Kujo Tenn

Seth: Ok…Jobei! Jobei!

Ryunosuke: Ah, yes…I’m Kibaya Junpei’s actor. Tsunashi Ryunosuke

Seth: Kiba wo….mukuyouni…

Gaku: You’re well informed! In english… We sang crescent rise

Seth: OH MY GOD…!

Student: Over there…is it Trigger?!

Student 2: You’re right! And they’re together with some handsome people! I want to speak with them…!

Student: We can’t! Teachers told us we can't do that, didn’t they?! Ah, but they’re so handsome…

Ryunosuke: Ah, hello…!

Student: Ah, he did greet us…!

Student 2: That’s so kind of him!

Gaku: Tenn. Are these guys alright?

Gaku: I have water if they’re not feeling well

Seth:....?

Thorvard: Ah, sorry, I can translate. I do speak japanese

Tenn: Are you doing okay? Please, have some water

Thorvard: Thank you

Thorvard: <Your Highness Seth, they thought we weren’t feeling well and brought us some water>

Seth: <I see. I’ll send them an appreciation letter from the palace. As expected from the people acting in Mikazuki Ookami>

Thorvard: <Yes, You’re right>

Seth: <Such an amazing encounter makes me want to support young people with talent, like I used to do>

Seth: <If this place was North Meir, I would have invited them to the palace>

Thorvard: <Ahah, right. Lord Kenneth would definitely be amazed!>

Gaku: You seem to know us pretty well, and it doesn’t look like you’re travelers. Do you live in Japan?

Thorvard: Ah…we’re travelers, actually. We’re feeling alright, we just had a little shock

Tenn: What happened?

Seth: <What are you saying?>

Thorvard: <I told him the reason why we were sitting down was due to a shock>

Seth: <Tell them that my little brother probably hates me. Nagi likes historical dramas, right? I’ll send him a picture of them>

Thorvard: <I’ll try to negotiate>

Thorvard: Actually, his little brother probably hates him. In order to let him reconcile with his brother, may I take a picture of you?

Thorvard: Because he likes historical dramas and Mikazuki Ookami

Gaku: Yeah, we don’t mind. Right?

Tenn: It’s fine with me

Ryunosuke: He had a fight with his little brother…? There was a time when my little brother wouldn’t talk to me,so I understand the painful feeling

Ryunosuke: If you do your best and act honestly, he will surely understand. You can do it!

Thorvard: <He said he also had a fight with his little brother. If you act honestly, you can reconcile. Then he said “you can do it”>

Seth: <What good-natured young men. When the time comes, I shall invite them to dinner with Nagi>

Thorvard: <Really?>

Seth: <Of course. They’re promising Japanese actors. Ask them to dinner>

Thorvard: <He said that he wants to invite you to dinner, once his relationship with his brother gets better>

Ryunosuke: Ahah, I’m happy. But, really, you don’t have to bother

Gaku: No, thank you, but I appreciate the kindness. I hope you can fix things with your brother

Seth: < What did they say?>

Thorvard: < They’re grateful>

Seth: <What a wonderful story. Keep track of their contact details>

Thorvard: <At Your command>

Tenn:....I have the impression I’ve seen this person before…

End of part 3

#Idolish7 #idolish7translation #trigger #revale #zool

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lucreziaq2001 · 1 month

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•TV show: "Father Brown".

•Content warnings: A man feeling uncomfortable in the presence of young children, then changing his mind thanks to his employers' son, mentions of infertility ending with a pregnancy, the baby's mother dying due to complications during labor and probably having known she was going to die from the beginning of her pregnancy, people saying she "died doing her job" (giving her husband an heir), her husband mourning her and not feeling up to taking care of his son due to his grief, the child, three years later, asking about his mother and one of her closest friends comforting him by telling him she is still with them in a way, mentions of the woman's husband and her mother missing and mourning her and mentions of the woman watching over her loved ones from where she is and having left her son on Earth as the most important "gift" to the people she loved.

•This One Shot, which is an AU, is inspired by this song I really like, https://youtu.be/ESsjRYWtSjM?si=8FSjdK4i7oNYvOVi , so the credits partially go to the people who wrote it and the woman singing it. I also put a part of the song itself in the One Shot.

•I'm sorry if the ways both Sid and Monty act like in this story seems out of character, but that's what I needed them to be like for the sake of the One Shot.

•James is obviously an OC, and so is his nanny Charlotte.

•The fact that their mothers were friends and therefore, Felicia and Monty were friends since birth basically is my headcanon, just to make it clear.

•I made up the fact that Sid's greatgrandma died when he was a child, the relationship they had and the way his mother comforted him, obviously.

•Two fanfictions, one entitled "To catch a thief" (the third chapter of it) and one by @kembleford1953 partly gave me the idea for this story, so I had to give their authors credit for it here.

•Tags: @moonextinguisher, @greenelectricsky (they both gave me advice for this story), @bisidneycarter, @cesarescabinet, @apollosstar8, @sharkmcchef515.

Waiting in the sky

Basically throughout his adult life, if there was a category of people Sidney Carter had felt uncomfortable around, that was small children.

It wasn't that he hated or even disliked kids, not at all.

He loved spending time with those aged 5 and up.

He mostly didn't trust himself enough to look after something as small and helpless as a baby or toddler.

That, however, changed on April 2, 1955, when, one month premature, James David Montague had come into the world.

He was his employers' son, and as soon as Sid had held him in his arms for the first time, he had felt a connection he had never experienced with anyone else before to baby James.

"Hey, little man. I've just met you, but I'm already sure you and I are going to be best friends" he had whispered to the child, smiling at him and gently rocking him, before handing him back to his parents.

Most children are miracles in their relatives' eyes, but James was much more than that to his mother and father, Felicia and Monty, and extended family.

His parents had been longing for a child throughout all their years of marriage and had pretty much given up on having a family of their own, so the pregnancy announcement and especially his birth had come with a huge celebration in their town.

The next Lord Montague had arrived and that piece of news brought great joy to most people in Kembleford.

For three days, Monty and Felicia had received visits from their relatives and friends and proudly showed their baby boy off to them.

Everyone was happy, but soon, that changed.

When James was only five days old, his mother suddenly had gotten sick due to a complication that had occurred during labor, and two days later, she had passed away.

While to many people, her father-in-law included, she had died "doing her job", her husband was devastated.

They had been friends since early childhood and as the house staff could clearly see, Monty probably didn't even know how to live without her.

Sid and a few other people who worked for him and his wife had often heard him talk to Felicia as if she was still there in the first few days after her passing, and he was barely able to look at James without bursting into tears.

He loved his son, that was evident, but seeing him was too hard at first.

Sid, instead, already really liked spending time with baby James and went to his room to hold him and speak to him quite often.

He was heartbroken over the loss of Felicia too, but he knew her son needed someone to look after him beyond the practical parts of it, and his father clearly wasn't up for it those days.

One day, shortly after James had turned 1 month old, when Sid had arrived at work, the first thing he had heard were the baby's cries.

When he had gotten to the nursery, he had seen Charlotte, the little boy's nanny, holding a screaming James and walking around the room, hoping that motion was going to calm him down.

"Why is he crying like this?" he had asked the clearly exhausted young woman.

"I don't know. His diaper is dry, I've just fed him and I can tell he is not hot or sick. I don't know what to do" Charlotte had replied, looking at the distressed baby, then sitting down on her bed with him in her arms.

And at that moment, an idea had come to Sid's mind.

"Can I hold him? Maybe I could help" he had suggested, and while at first, Charlotte had almost started laughing at him, mostly because she needed a break, in the end she had accepted.

And as soon as James had been placed into Sid's arms, he had stopped crying.

The young man hadn't done or said anything, so he had felt like his prediction had come even closer to reality.

"I know I'm not your mama or your daddy, but I already love you, kid. I'm sure you and I will be friends" he had told the now perfectly calm baby, smiling at him, and lowering his voice, he had added "I just hope I won't be the person you'll come to ask about your mother when you'll start getting curious about her".

That wish Sid had made, however, wasn't going to be listened to by anyone.

●○●

"Where is my mama?" a confused-looking now 3-year-old James suddenly asked Sid as they sat together in the kitchen one afternoon, about two weeks after the little boy's birthday "Daddy says she is in the sky, but why? And Granny says we lost her. They cry when I talk about her".

Sid's first reaction to that was to pull the child into his lap.

"Well, little man, your daddy isn't wrong, but I think your grandma is" he then told him, trying not to show that talking about Felicia still hurt him too "They cry because they are sad and miss her, like I do, but I don't believe you have lost your mama".

"But she's not here!" James exclaimed, seemingly starting to get angry.

Sid completely understood him.

If he had lost his mother before ever getting to know her, he would have been mad too, but he just needed a little more time to explain to James what he wanted to say.

"When I was a little boy, my greatgrandma died" he told the child a few seconds later "I loved her very much and I was really sad at first, but then, my mama told me something I never forgot. The night after we said goodbye to her, she held me tight and sang this song to me:

'Time to close your eyes

so sleep can come around.

For when you dream, you'll find

all that's lost is found.

Maybe on the moon

or maybe somwhere new.

Maybe all you are missing

lives inside of you.

So when you need her touch

and loving gaze

Gone but not forgotten

is the perfect phrase.

Smiling from a star

that she makes glow

Trust she is always there

watching as you grow.

Find her in the place

where the lost things go'. And that's where I think your mama is too. We can't see her, but she is still with us. She is in our memories and in our hearts, but in your case, she is in your eyes and in the way you smile and walk as well".

"Always with me?" James asked with a big smile on his face.

Then, before Sid could respond, he got out of his lap and went to grab the picture of Felicia he kept on his bedside table.

He came back with it a few minutes later and sat on his friend's lap again.

"That's right, some of the things she gave us are still here, and the most important one is you. That's why you are so special to us" Sid confirmed, smiling too "She is in the sky now, though. She is waiting for us there. Do you understand things better now?".

"Yes!" James exclaimed, still smiling "And I know she is happy there. I tell Daddy that when he is sad".

As a response, Sid just nodded.

He didn't think he could have had that kind of conversation with his late friend's son, but he had managed to do it well, and if Felicia could see them from where she was, he hoped she was proud of him for that.

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1, 6, and 13 for the soft asks 🩷☺️

Thank you for the asks little flame! 🤍

1. What song makes you feel better?

Hm, picking just -one- is tough but I guess it depends on what's bothering me in the first place if that makes sense! But, the song I typically go to is 'Can't Take My Eyes off You' by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.

I love 80s music [it's what my mother listened to most when I was a kid] and it kind of just stuck with me ever since.

6. Say three nice things about yourself [three physical and three non-physical.]

Oof, this is a tough one... I'm relatively hard on myself and tend to get down on myself for the littlest things but I'll do my best.

Physical things:

1. When I can get my hair to do what I want [wavy / curly hair probs] it makes me feel extremely good about myself. I used to hide behind my long hair, but cutting it short last year & again this year felt so freeing.

2. I find myself smiling real hard whenever I look in a mirror and see the splash of freckles across the apples of my cheeks. They're so faint [since they're caused by sunburn], but I still love them nonetheless.

3. Probably something tiny and silly but I love my Dimples of Venus! They're tiny dimples on the lower part of your back and something about them just enamored me ever since I noticed them.

Non-Physical things:

1. I'm so freaking proud of the perseverance I have. I've struggled most of my life with really bad anxiety, depression, OCD, etc. but the past few years I've actually spoken to a doctor and therapist and now I'm on meds to help me. I used to view these things as a weakness & thought people would look at me different if I told them I struggled with my mental health, but it doesn't bother me much anymore.

2. Younger me would be so happy that I've embraced who I am & it's something I'm happy about now. If you told me a few years ago that I'd be open about all the things I enjoy [like anime and how THIRSTY I am for fictional characters] I'd look at you like you're out of it. Now I don't mind & I'm happy it's getting me to meet people of similar interests.

3. Some days I don't feel too great about this one, but other days I do and that's my decision to no longer work in the anxiety inducing environments of retail or doctors offices or something else. Two years ago I decided to start a small business & while it has it's ups and downs I've been able to stay afloat from it.

13. What's your comfort food?

Baked ziti. Hands down. It's something my wonderful grandmother used to make whenever I would visit & the fact that I don't have her recipe hurts my heart every single day.

Sorry this was kind of long, I'm often told I'm long winded 🙃

#whispered_asks #whispered moots #lilith and moth

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spaghettibaseddreams · 11 months

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What remains of family Hwang part 1

a stray kids fanfiction inspired by the game "What remains of Edith Finch"

Description: Chan is a producer living in Melbourne that's currently suffering from a serious case of writers block. He stumbles upon an antique shop where he finds a journal and a key, these two objects send him off on a trip where he learns the unfortunate history of family Hwang.

(Readers can insert themselves as the character "Jin" who isn't decribed physically and are referred to by they/them pronouns, also I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes that I am bound to make.)

Chan would describe himself as quite a hardworker, he doesn't like procrastinating and wants to get things done days ahead so he doesn't have to worry about them later.

He's also quite good at what he does if he may so humbly add, so why in the name of god can he not come up with this beat? Sure he had started a few times but those were scrapped so fast since they felt so half-assed and Chan knows he can do better than that. The man swears that he can actively feel grey hairs appearing, not that they would be there for long since at this point he is so close to ripping it all off of his scalp.

"All right, enough!" He yells out in defeat, his voice ringing througout the walls of his home studio. He gets up from his shackles in the disguise of a comforting chair and stomps on out of the room, any longer in there and he might just stress cry and once he gets to that point his label can forget about the song.

He decides to have a nice, relaxing walk through the city, breathe in some of that totally fresh air. The sun shines brightly and very unwelcomingly for people whose wardrobe consists of various shades of black like Chans, curse him for thinking that nature would be kind to him. After strolling about for some time it starts to get way to hot to function and Chan is nowhere near his home, in search for his precious a/c he spots an antique shop which he deems good enough for his safe spot.

ringing of a bell sounds throughout the small shop signaling whoever works here that a customer has entered. The place is cluttered with dusty trinkets that vary in sizes, some shiny, some rusty, some a bit cracked and broken, all of them worn out by time.

While it all looks so messy and the dust is starting to tickle chan's nose, in some strange way he finds it comforting. What stories do these objects hold? What were the people that owned them like? How did their things end up here and would they be happy with it?

As he wonders all of this, walking around the shop he locks eyes with a book and a key next to it. Coming closer he reads whats written on the covers, "Hwang Jin".

"That's who the journal belonged to."

Chan jumps at the frail voice coming from behind him, his eyes meet a pair of dark glassy ones. "Hello dear, I'm Jasmir. Me and my husband own this lovely shop, if you need any help or questions please do ask."

The woman smiling up at him is an older lady with wrinkled tan skin and greyed hair covered with a shawl. Chan returns the smile and asks about the journal, "it was given away alongside that key by who we assume is a relative of the author, It's not exactly an antique but we still decided to keep it."

Returning his eyes back at the book he takes it into his hands, draging his thumb along the leather binder and rereading the name of the previous owner before taking a look at the key.

He thinks for a moment before nodding and turning towards Jasmir. "I'd like to buy the journal and the key."

after that transaction he heads home, this might help him with his writers block and even if it doesn't it should still be interesting to read traces of another persons life.

Once inside his home he sits at the sofa secured in his living room, setting the key at the coffee table and opening up the journal.

The first page starts with a dedication: "to my dear little brother Jeongin, remember you're not alone and that the people I've written about in this book are watching over you."

Small doodles can be spotted in the right corner of the page bringing a smile onto Chans face as he continues, flipping onto the next and being met with a family tree spanning throughout the two pages.

"The Hwangs"

Small portraits expand along the branches together with names and years that they were all born and died at, all except the two at the very top.

Jin 1985 - 2007

Jeongin 1990 -

This intrigued Chan, what happened to those two? Jin seems to have a death date but why was it scribbled over? And Jeongin could still be alive and well, how interesting.

Chan was stuck on this page for a while thinking of all the possibilities while also taking in the other family members, some of them died quite young. All of those faces smiling at him, drawn or not started to creep him out a little bit so he went to the next page.

On the right page there was text and on the left a detailed drawing of a big house, it appears as if they just kept building up giving the house an unsafe looking tower. Under the drawing was an adress, prompting Chan to get his laptop and search it.

it came up on google with pictures of the actual house which greatly resembled the drawing found in the journal, with the photos along came news articles on the family that lived there. Yet again he was met with the same family name "Hwang" as if haunting him, his eyes still stuck on the photos of the house.

it's located on French Island and no one currently lives there, last person that did was an old man named Hyunjin in the year 2000. After him it was abandoned, some people want it to be taken down since it's scaring children and tourists and they deem it unsafe, just waiting for it to fall apart.

There are also some other people that want it to stay untouched, claiming that the family which once lived there and the house itself mean a lot to them. While eccentric they were friends, they were welcoming and a big part of the community, without the house it wouldn't be the same and the memories it holds would be teared down as well.

Now a sane person after learning everything he just did would think "neat" and move on, but chan is currently not feeling all too sane and is instead finding milions of excuses as to why is would be a good idea to go there.

Like how he works from home so he doesn't need to worry about missing his work, or how this could possibly ressurect him from his mind numbing writers block.

And so he decides that, yes. He should totaly go to that house and posibly commit breaking and entering… Chan shakes his head at that thought. "it's not breaking and entering, I have the key."

With his head spinning in thought, Chan packs his duffel bag as if he's going on a lovely little camping trip and not losing his mind. Which he's not! Chan is just fine and only doing research on a very unique Korean-Australian family, his parents would be proud of their child for taking interest in something like that if they knew what he was up to. Totally.

And once he's ready, Chan gets behind the wheel of his rustic car and mentally prepares himself for a two and a half hour drive... "This is fine, it's for research." he reasures the angels on his shoulder, before the little demons fully take over.

The end, for now

next chapter

That's it for the first chapter, a bit short I know but they should get longer as we get more into the story. All in all I'm happy with his it came out, I hope you've enjoyed it too.

Also fun fact Christopher is the name of Edith jr's son (Edith is the main character in the game)

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