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spishidden · 2 years

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Mystic Melodies AU: Prologue

This all started as an Alien Stage AU (go watch that web series it's amazing) but then turned into its own thing and now I'm scared of my own brain- the brainrot for this one was INTENSE

Anyways here have this:

It’s been years since the world felt an honest melody.

When the krang descended onto earth, they took over the planet faster than anyone could’ve predicted. Soon, society across the globe was overtaken by the alien species’ influence. Streets were flooded with krang lifeforms who took a liking to the planet. The smoke and debris covered the sky. An unforgiving consequence that scared the sun away.

It wasn’t long until the krang found out the most powerful tool to bring the earth to its knees, music.

To the krang, music was an anomaly. A strange mix of noises that somehow made people from all walks of life come together. There were so many types of music on this planet, the krang were confused. How can one concept be stretched in so many ways? It doesn’t make sense, they thought. So they came up with a solution. It was simple, really. Forcing a human to make the “perfect” song with the threat of death wasn’t a hard task, but finding that “perfect” melody was.

They searched through as much data as they could. Looking back through the history of this planet to find out what stuck. After many test runs based on statistics and facts, the krang cracked the code. They released the “perfect” music. A sound that would call the beings of this planet to worship the krang. It worked better than expected. Soon, the whole world would be calling the krang’s name.

Music was power. As long as the krang could control it.

But there was one aspect they couldn’t control, mystic arts.

Amongst the yokai, music was more than just entertainment. It was a way to channel the mystic energy that flowed through them. With it, they were able to survive underground in safety for hundreds of years.

Sadly, that all ended when the krang caught wind of the many hidden cities that lay awake beneath the surface. This magic was the only thing that could get in the krang’s way of taking over the planet. Unlike before, forcing their music onto yokai society proved to be difficult. The magic that flowed through generations of ancestors was too strong. So they decided to do the next best thing;

They took the children.

With no one to pass down their teachings, mystic arts faded away into history.

One Baron Draxum however, wasn’t having it.

The alchemist came up with a plan to form talented creatures strong enough to take down the krang. He found four baby turtles of different species, free from the contamination caused by the krang. It was a miracle these infants had survived this long, but this meant that Draxum only had four chances. And he wasn’t about to waste any of them. So he needed to find the DNA of someone with exceptional musical ability.

Of course, he decided to kidnap borrow famous singer Lou Jitsu (Yes.)

Well… it started as that, then turned into a begrudging “Fine I’ll help you as long as I can get my singing career back”

With the man’s DNA mixed with the ooze made from empearyem, the turtles’ mutation was a success. Draxum and Lou Jitsu named the turtles Michaelangelo, Donnatello, Raphael, and Leonardo.

They all lived happily for three years, but in an instant it all went away. For just as quickly as they came into the lives of the yokai and the human, the krang found their laboratory. They seized the turtles and destroyed the facility. Also Lou gets turned into a rat during the chaos. Draxum prob has rats or smth and they mixed with the ooze. While the krang were causing all the destruction he just happens to turn into a rat? Man what an L

The aftermath isn’t pretty. They find out that the krang have started a program aimed to create more music producers to fuel the engine of control over earth. Lou immediately decides to go after the turtles and bring them back safely. It… does not go well.

He isn’t even able to see the turtles, the krang got to him so fast. With a broken back and beaten up limbs, Lou is about to make a run for it when a little girl grabs onto his tail. He looks back and is met with a look of desperation. She has poofy brown hair and dark skin with glasses over her eyes. He hears the krang approaching, so with no other choice he takes her with him and runs.

They make a home for themselves in the sewers with Draxum. The girl introduces herself as April O’Neil, one of the children in the krang program. (April is the one that gives Lou the name Spliner ^^) Together, they look after April and teach her how to harness her own mystic power.

Years pass and the turtles are now teenagers. The krang’s influence is as flourishing as ever, and Leonardo is about to attempt his final exam. A live graded performance broadcasted in the capital, before becoming a full fledged artist of the krang empire. With a guitar in hand, he decided to give it everything he’s got. His one shot at greatness, he wasn’t gonna let it slip away.

Nobody could’ve predicted what would happen next. Not even Leo. I mean, how could he have known that the one song he wrote that came from his heart would activate his hidden mystic powers?? He sure didn’t.

With that one song, that one show, the world was about to change for the first time in decades.

ASK ME THINGS GO

is this how posting about aus work?? Never done this before on tumblr jkhfdkjh

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fic #rottmnt au #rottmnt brainrot #music things #basically went #what if that dream performance in al be back was real #and went with it #at first i was gonna do it alien stage style #where they're singing to the death #then it turned into #mystic powers through music #music fights #this is just an excuse to write songfics #at this point #welp

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shardsofmarxx · 3 months

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Sleep Well | Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Criminal Minds songfic based on/inspired by the song Sleep Well by d4ad. Angst/fluff

Summary: After having an argument with Spencer, you storm to your hotel for the night so you can get some sleep and take your mind off the argument, but you end up having a bad nightmare and you don’t know who else to call… (Told from reader's POV)

Warnings: Nightmares, violence, argument, general CM themes. (Nothing too graphic.)

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: My first fic!!! I'm so excited to start sharing my writing with you guys, and I really hope you all enjoy this fic! I'm planning on making songfics a regular thing on my blog, so feel free to request any songs you'd like me to write about in my ask box! (As well as any other things you'd like me to write about.)

As you were putting on your bulletproof vest in the conference room, you heard someone open the door. You looked over to see Spencer glaring over at you, his bulletproof vest already on.

“What are you doing?” he asked in an accusatory manner, clearly bothered by something.

You paused for a few moments, confused and taken aback by his tone. “I’m getting ready to head out with the rest of the team. Is something wrong?”

“What's wrong is that you're getting ready to go to the field when you know you're not supposed to.”

You let out a small sigh, realizing what this was about. Technically, he was right; you weren't allowed to be back in the field for another few days due to the ear injuries you sustained when a bomb went off a little too close for comfort during one of the BAU’s cases about a month ago. However, you were very careful in your day-to-day life, and the doctor said you were making rapid progress in terms of your healing.

“Spence, I only have a handful of days left, and considering the kind of unsub we're dealing with, I'm sure it's fine.” You paused for a few moments before continuing. “Plus, I have earplugs,” you said while turning your head in both directions so he could see them. Unfortunately, he still wasn't convinced.

“It doesn't matter, Y/N; you haven't been cleared by a doctor yet, so you can't go out into the field. You should just focus your attention here,” he said while pointing at all the photos and paperwork sprawled around us in the conference room. “You should look it over; there might’ve been something we missed.”

You raised your eyebrows at him and let out a snort. “That's the best excuse you have, Spence? I appreciate the concern, but I'm going. This unsub is highly dangerous, and we need all the help we can get.”

"No, you're not,” he replied sternly.

“Who died and made you Unit Chief?” you scoffed, feeling your annoyance growing. “I'm going with you guys, whether you like it or not. I'm a grown woman, and I can handle myself just fine.

Although Spencer had a tendency to be stubborn, his behavior right now was foreign. You began walking toward the door, and just as you were about to grip the doorknob, you felt Spencer’s firm grasp wrap around your wrist. You looked over to see him staring at you coldly.

“Y/N, you're not going. I can't let you put yourself in danger.”

You suddenly felt your blood boil. Who did he think he was to act like this? To grab you and order you around? Treat you like you didn't know how to take care of yourself?

You snatched your wrist away and quickly turned to face him. "Actually, Reid, I'm going to go wherever I please, seeing as you have no authority over me whatsoever.” You were silent for a few moments until the perfect remark suddenly came to mind. “Somebody obviously needs to work on respecting boundaries,” you said slyly, opening up the door to leave, but he spoke up, stopping you in your tracks once more.

"Well, somebody obviously needs to work on following orders,” he muttered.

That was it. Your annoyance and anger finally bubbled over, and you lost it. You both began going back and forth, snapping snarky remarks at one another with no mercy whatsoever, your words piercing each other like knives.

“You just can't put aside your fucking stubbornness for the good of the team, can you, Reid?”

You could tell that those words hit him hard because from one moment to the next, his whole demeanor changed. “I can't put aside my stubbornness?” He said quietly, breathing shakily as he did.

He spoke up once more, this time at a much louder volume. “You're the one who can't put aside your stubbornness, Y/N! You can't admit the fact that you're not currently fit to do your job, and your stupidity is putting yourself and the entire team at risk!”

You begin to open your mouth, ready to retort, but he cuts you off. “Face it, Y/N, you're weak!” He was practically screaming at this point, the veins in his neck sticking out as they pulsed rapidly. Suddenly all you heard was a sharp ringing, and you fell to the floor, tightly clutching your ears in an attempt to make it stop. As if on cue, Derek ran in to diffuse the situation.

Caught up in his anger, Spencer spoke again, still yelling. “See?! This is what I'm talking about. If you can't handle me raising my voice, how are you going to go in the-”

“Reid!” Derek yelled, your whole body wincing as he did.

“Give it a rest; can't you see she's in pain?” He said harshly, turning his attention back to you immediately. He helped you stand up, and you quietly thanked him before turning to Reid.

“Well, you got what you wanted,” you said softly as you removed your bulletproof vest. “Good luck out there, Dr. Reid.” Your tone was full of dejection and defeat as you placed the vest on the table. You didn't even bother looking at him or Derek as you walked out of the conference room, through the bullpen, and out of the precinct.

You ended up walking outside for a while before deciding to actually head to the hotel. The night air soothed your soul and brought you comfort as you wandered the streets aimlessly. However, you knew you couldn't stay out there forever, no matter how much you wanted to.

When you walked into your hotel room, you placed your stuff down on a small lounge chair and flopped onto your bed, letting out a large sigh. You remembered you had turned your phone off once you walked out of the precinct since you desperately needed space, so you grabbed it out of your bag and turned it back on just to make sure you hadn’t missed anything important.

You had a few missed calls from Derek and Garcia, along with a text from Hotch.

“Take the night off. We'll talk first thing tomorrow morning.”

You let out a groan, knowing what that message entailed. You decided to shower before heading to bed, hoping the water would cleanse you of what you were feeling.

You step into the shower and are welcomed by warm water, instantly feeling at ease as it falls on your cool skin. Unfortunately, the feeling doesn't last long as your mind wanders back to the argument. You didn't understand why Spencer was so frustrated, so stubborn, and so mean to you. His words continued to echo in your head, and you eventually broke down, bawling your eyes out from the sheer pain you felt inside. The fact that he called you weak shattered your heart into a million tiny pieces. You guys had been close friends for years, and that's what he thought of you? Really? You felt stupid and betrayed, especially because you've had a huge crush on him for years now. All that love, care, and admiration felt like it amounted to nothing now.

Wanting to just put this awful night to end, you turned off the shower and continued getting ready for bed. You grabbed your pajamas out of your go-bag and lazily went through the rest of your nighttime routine. You then walked out of the bathroom and dropped on the bed in defeat, falling asleep as soon as you slipped under the covers.

You and Spencer walked quietly through the dark warehouse, the cool, eerie air causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You scanned the hallway with your flashlights and guns in hand, only to be met with nothing in each room you had checked. You reached the end of the hallway and slowly moved your hand over to twist the doorknob before you heard Spencer yell from the room behind you.

“Y/N!!! Hel-!”

You raced to him only to find the unsub holding him at gunpoint. Spencer had a few cuts on his face, probably from being pistol whipped.

“Drop the gun right now, or I will shoot,” you said sternly, aiming your pistol right at his head.

“Ah, not quite! Place your weapon over on that table, or your lovely partner here gets a bullet to the brain,” he spoke, motioning his gun over to the small wooden table to your left. Having no other choice, you walked over and placed your gun on the table, turning back around to face the unsub.

“Good girl! Now, allow me to take care of one small thing before we begin,” he said, directing his attention to Spencer. He hit Spencer over the head with his gun, using as much force as he could muster. Spencer immediately dropped to the floor, and you screamed.

“Shhh, don't fret, darling; now the real fun can begin,” he said as he slowly walked over to you. His ominous tone sent chills down your spine.

“You see, the only reason any of this happened..." He paused for a few moments, looking you dead in the eyes as he said his next words, “is because you're weak.” Immediately, he swung his gun across your face, causing you to fall to the floor. He began kicking you, yelling at you as each kick landed.

“You're” kick “just” kick “a weak” kick “bitch.”

Your whole body writhed in pain, praying one of your teammates would come to rescue you and Spencer. As the unsub continued, all you could do was look at Spencer and feel flooded with guilt.

After what seemed like forever, the unsub brought the beatings to a halt and proceeded to walk back over to Spencer.

“And now, the grand finale!”

You used all your force to croak out a small “no” as you watched him stand behind Spencer and inch the gun towards his head, preparing to shoot him. He cocked the gun and then turned to face you.

“Remember, this is all happening because you're a weak FBI agent who couldn't do her job,” he said coldly. “The only reason I'm keeping you alive is so that you can watch this and know that it's nobody's fault but yours. Your weakness is to blame, and your consequence is to live with the guilt of your mistakes.” You watched him bring the gun to Spencer’s head and pull the trigger as you wailed.

Suddenly, you were back in the hotel room, your clothes soaked with sweat. You were shaking like a leaf and rapidly hyperventilating, feeling like your heart was going to burst out of your chest from how hard and fast it was beating.

You instinctively reached for your phone and called Spencer, your heart rate increasing each time the phone rang.

Suddenly, it stopped.

“Hey Y/N.”

As his words echoed through your head, you felt a sense of both relief and dread. You realized that you had just had a terrible nightmare and that Spencer was completely fine. However, you were also immediately reminded of the argument you had with him earlier and suddenly froze.

“Y/N? Are you there?” Spencer spoke once more, only to be met by silence.

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

Not knowing what to do, you hung up the phone and threw it across the room, sinking back into the covers almost immediately. You couldn't believe that this night had somehow managed to get worse. You wanted to scream as you felt the tears creep up behind your eyes, feeling absolutely helpless and worthless.

You felt weak, just like Spencer said you were.

You let out soft sobs into your pillow, not knowing what else to do with all the emotional turmoil stewing inside you. You thought about calling Garcia or Derek, but quickly realized they'd be either working or asleep, and bothering them was the last thing you wanted to do right now. You continued to cry, hoping you'd tire yourself out and eventually fall asleep between sobs.

Surprisingly, you actually ended up falling asleep, but it didn't last long. You were suddenly awoken by a series of knocks on your door, the noise causing you to sit up in bed. You sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at the door and wondering if you had just imagined the noise. You knew you were wrong when you heard a few more knocks, along with Spencer’s soft voice.

“Y/N?” knock. knock. knock. “Please let me in; I want to talk.”

You were in shock. Why was he at your hotel room so late at night? You felt your heart race and your body shake as you tried to figure out what to do. You knew you two had to talk at some point, and you did really miss him, but you didn't want him to see you. Not like this. Your eyes were red, puffy, and swollen from all the crying; your hair was messy; and you were wearing an old baggy t-shirt and shorts.

Basically, you looked like crap.

Despite all this, you knew you had to let him in. You reluctantly got out of bed and approached the door, twisting the handle and slowly opening the door to meet Spencer’s eyes.

He quickly rushed into the room, his urgency taking you by surprise. Once he was inside and had put his stuff down, he began examining every inch of you with an intense, worried gaze. He could tell you were in pain, and the worst part was that he knew it was his fault.

"Reid,” you croaked, clearing your throat before continuing your sentence. “What are you doing here?”

He began fidgeting with his fingers, thinking of a reply. He looked so meek compared to the argument earlier.

“You called a little while ago,” he said softly. “I spoke multiple times, and you never said a word. I had tried calling you afterwards, and you wouldn't answer.” His eyes met mine. “I was worried about you.”

“Well, as you can see, I'm perfectly fine, so you can leave now.”

“Y/N, please-” You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Reid, it's late. You need to leave” you said sternly, swallowing your tears as you practically pushed him toward the door.

Before you could open the door, you felt him wrap his arms around you, causing you to freeze. He began to speak, practically whispering in your ear.

“Y/N, please. I can tell you're not okay, and I know I'm to blame. Let me make it right, please."

Maybe it was how distraught and desperate he sounded as he spoke, or maybe it was because you were finally in his warm embrace after missing him for so long, but you couldn’t hold back your tears any longer. Spencer just held you as you cried softly, trying to comfort you any way he could while he waited for you to calm down.

“Can we go to the bed, please?” you requested softly.

Spencer gave you a small nod with a weak smile. “Of course, Y/N.”

You walked over and laid down on the bed, shifting your body away from the edge of the bed and then patting your hand down on the empty space, urging Spencer to follow suit. He took off his shoes and gently laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you placed your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothed you as you listened to its echo in his chest.

“So why did you end up calling tonight?” He asked softly, running his hands through your hair as he spoke.

You took a deep breath before answering, doing your best to maintain your composure, or whatever you had left of it.

“I, um, had a nightmare. We were on a case and…” Your voice trailed as the nightmare flooded your thoughts. “It was a bad one. I had to make sure you were okay, so I called you as soon as I had woken up. Once I heard your voice, I was reminded of our argument from earlier and realized I just had a nightmare, and I froze.”

You then explained the entire nightmare in detail, a few tears escaping your eyes as that horrid scene replayed in your head. Spencer just listened the whole time as he held you, stroking your hair or holding you a little tighter at times while you spoke.

Once you finished, he opened his mouth to speak. “Y/N… I'm so sorry. I never wanted to argue with you; I just couldn’t handle the thought of you getting hurt again, and I snapped.” His voice was shaky as he spoke.

“I thought I had lost you in the bombing, and I couldn't let you get hurt again, not if I could do something about it. I care about you too much to let you get hurt again.” He paused for a few moments before continuing. "But I spiraled, and I was wrong. I ended up hurting you anyway.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he began talking again before you could even get a syllable out.

“You're not weak; you're one of the strongest people I know. You're strong, brave, and courageous, and I admire you so much.” His voice began to choke. “I never wanted you to think you're weak because you're so far from it. I'm so, so sorry."

Now, you were both crying in each other's arms, holding each other tightly as you each whispered words of comfort into the other’s ear in between your sobs. At one point, you both coincidentally lifted your heads up and locked eyes with each other, causing both of you to laugh at how much of a wreck both of you looked.

“We look like shit,” you said, catching your breath from that sudden fit of laughter.

“Yeah, we sure do.”

Spencer’s gaze suddenly changed, and he had a similar look of sadness from earlier as he spoke his next words. “Well, I should probably get going, shouldn’t I?” He got up, but you reached for his wrist before he could go too far.

“Um, this is probably wildly unprofessional and all, but could you spend the night with me, Spence?” You could feel the blush on your face burn your skin as you waited for his response.

“Of course, Y/N. I’d love to stay the night,” he replied warmly, bringing a smile to your face.

You both went into the bathroom and got yourselves cleaned up. Spencer changed into his pajamas and quickly joined you in bed. He laid down and wrapped his arms around your waist, tucking his head into your shoulder, right by your ear. Just as you were dozing off, you heard him murmur something into your ear.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You suddenly felt your whole body get hot and instantly turned around, wondering if you were just hearing things.

“What did you say, Spencer?”

“I said I love you. I love you and care about you so much, and from now on, I’m going to spend every second of every day loving you, no matter what.” He planted a small kiss on your forehead after he spoke, pulling you into his chest and wrapping you tightly in his long arms. He felt so warm, so comfortable, and so right. You felt like you could just melt into his arms and become a part of him. You knew you belonged in his arms.

“I love you too, Spencer. Sleep well,” you whispered softly, nuzzling your head deeper into his chest before finally drifting off to sleep.

Thanks so much for reading!

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dorotheataylor · 17 days

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You are in Love

Pairing- Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader

Summary- The three times he realised he loved you, and the one time he said it. Inspired by You are in Love (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift.

Warnings- Its just fluff, a little angst if you squint? SATORU IS WHIPPED (hes so cute😭), best friends to lovers romance, Shoko and Suguru playing cupids, whipped satoru (yes this warning again), swearing (its only one word but still), no curses!au, modern!au, my poor english :p

Word Count- 3.5k words

A/N- Whenever I listen to Taylor, either this guy or his best friend pop up in my head. Like the amount of times I think about them is so insane and I can’t help it anymore. Anyways, here’s another songfic (is this even a surprise atp?) based on another Taylor’s song coz i love that woman so much. Alsoooo it’s my birthday today! And what is better than writing a fic abt your man on your birthday? So I hope y’all enjoy this little birthday gift from me!

The first time Satoru realised he loved you was when you were in college together. It was the last day of the semester before everyone bid farewell to each other and went home for the holiday season. You and him were walking along one pathway coming back from your Christmas shopping, snow falling softly around everyone’s body, and a chill in the air that made everyone want to snuggle up beside the fireplace in their houses.

Suguru and Shoko had joined you both too but then excused themselves to leave you two alone, hoping that the romantic ambiance of the holiday season would finally give Satoru the confidence to tell you how he felt.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an understanding. He had spent the whole afternoon talking to himself in the mirror, practicing what he would say so that he won't stumble on his words and ruin the moment.

He didn't have a problem talking to you as he normally does; you were his best friend after all, like Suguru and Shoko, but once he tries to tell you that you make his heart beat faster, make butterflies flood his stomach, it makes him lose all his senses. Suguru had to drag him out of his room, complaining about waiting for 'thirty fucking minutes' already.

Eventually, he met you and Shoko at the front gate of his house and walked with you towards the mall. The entire day, he felt so jittery, like he couldn’t stay still. You remained oblivious to the fact that Satoru was about ready to burst from the inside from how nervous he was.

Suguru and Shoko, on the other hand, couldn’t contain their laughter. By the time the sky began to fade into the night sky, Suguru and Shoko decided that now was as good of a time than ever and made up an excuse to leave the two of you alone.

Now here you were, walking beside Satoru, bundled up in your white scarf, and the cutest red blush on the tip of your nose. You readjusted your beanie, looking up at him to start conversation. Satoru felt his words get stuck in his throat, unable to remember how to speak with you staring up at him with the twinkle of oblivion in your eye.

"Toru?" you asked bumping your shoulder with him, noticing his uneasy expressions as you wrapped an arm around yourself to get some warmth as the snow had started to fall little more harshly, "am I that boring that your mind had to drift somewhere else?"

"God no." He blushed, finally able to say something without stumbling. Without thought, he wrapped one of his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. You sighed in content, melting into him and Satoru swore his heart swelled three times its size.

The snow crunched under your boots as you walked up the path. The lights lining the cobblestone street gave a yellow tint to the sight. He walked with you in silence but in his head, he was going over exactly what he wanted to say. This was the perfect time.

The snow falling from the sky, little snowflakes tangled in the strands of your hair. You were pressed up against his chest, so close to him that he could smell your perfume, sweet and addicting. There were no other people around, all too eager to find sanctuary in warmth that their houses brought. It was the perfect time.

He stopped walking, halting you with him. He let you go for a moment, taking a deep breath in and slowly let it out. You watched as the cloud of fog escaped his lips and dispersed into the air. His white hair poked out from under his hoodie, matted on his forehead. Satoru looked down at his wet boots, kicking around snow that pooled around the soles.

Finally, he looked up, taking your two hands into his palms in the process.

You smiled at the gesture, your heart fluttering in your chest. You looked at him, offering a comforting look as you raised your eyebrows up in suspicion, “What’s up, Toru?”

And just like that, all of the words he worked so hard to conjure up, slipped right out of his mind. When he saw you looking up at him, eyebrows raised, cheeks and nose tinted with a light shade of pink, and your lips plump and red, he realized that there were no words to describe what it was he felt about you.

You watched him in silence, studying the way he gave you a lopsided smile when you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, letting out another sigh of relief.

“Nothing,” he finally spoke, letting go of your hands. He wrapped his arm around you again, hoping you won’t hear the marching of his heart in his chest. “You’re my best friend.”

The second time he realised he loved you was when he found you crying on your couch. He had came to check on you when you didn’t come over for the routine movie night. Every Saturday, you, him, Suguru and Shoko got together at each other’s places for movie nights. Laughter, jokes, entertainment, talks, drinks and what not went on full night and the next day all of you were passed out on either couch or the floor.

Today everyone was coming over at Satoru’s place. Suguru and Shoko were already there but when it kept getting late, Satoru became worried about you. Shoko tried assuring him you were okay, just stuck in some work but he wouldn’t believe it. Because you were time punctual and never missed the movie nights.

So he came over to yours and opened your door with the spare key you’d given him only to find you curled up in your couch, crying.

He immediately rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you held onto him. He didn’t say anything but stayed there, holding you, feeling his heart break as you sobbed into his chest.

A few moments later, when he felt you relaxing a little, he took your face in his hands as he asked, “better?”

You just nodded as you snuggled into him. Neither of you two said anything, a comfortable silence, just sitting there on your couch, engulfing each other, enjoying each other’s company.

“Now tell me what happened?” he asked softly when your crying had quieted down, afraid you might break again.

“It’s nothing. I just- its too much. Work, studies, family, everything. I just got too overwhelmed and just couldn’t keep it in anymore. And I had nobody present here for me to tell me that its okay or listen about what I felt.” You said now realising what mess you had made and quite embarrassed that Satoru had to see you this vulnerable. “God this is embarrassing! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey look at me.” He said, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him when you didn’t. “Everyone in this world has a vulnerable side. Everyone on this planet has things which is maybe too much overwhelming for them that they might just break at any point. Just like you did. But don’t ever apologise for this. Because none of it is your fault. Okay? And I’m always here for you. Even if you’re far away, I’ll always be there. You’re not alone, okay?”

You just nodded and gave him the smile he adored so much. And without saying anything else, he wrapped both of his arms around you once again, letting you rest your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and hummed in content as you snuggled even closer to him if possible.

And as he looked down at the girl in his arms, he realised this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. He loved you.

The third time he realised he loved you was after summer. He hadn’t talked or heard from you since 4 months.

You left without a goodbye or a message to god knows where. He'd tried searching for you but always ended up getting disappointed. Suguru and Shoko missed you too. They had helped him to find you too but to no avail. It was like you’d disappeared into thin air.

Satoru often wondered if you ever thought about him like he did, if you missed him like he did. He knew you were probably out there pursuing your dream career, which you'd always talked about and wanted to do, but a part of him wanted to be there with you. To support and cheer for you at every step you take, to give you advices, to have late night celebration for your achievements. Call him selfish and everything. Everyday that passed, he cursed himself for not telling you how he felt before you left. Would it have made any difference? He’d like to think so. Even if it didn’t, he, at least, wouldn’t have to live every single day thinking: “What if?”

He kept a picture of you in his office. He often looked at it whenever he was free, always wondering how you were doing, if you were okay or not. Suguru and Shoko always found this sight pitful. They had tried to get him to move on, but all of them knew that Satoru was so in love with you and you were special to all three of them and that nobody could ever take your place.

It wasn’t until six months later when you stumbled into the building, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. A part of you knew you didn’t have the right to be there because you left them with no warning. You wouldn’t blame them if they asked you to leave the premises the minute their eyes landed on you. You knew you deserved the cold shoulder. Because if they were the ones who did that to you, you knew you wouldn’t be so forgiving.

The receptionist had told you to wait while she checked if the three of them were free or not. As you waited, you smiled sadly at the memories of last six months. You had gone for higher studies, as your dad had promised, for your dream career. You knew you should’ve at least informed someone before you left but everything happened just so fast that one moment your dad had agreed on your consent and the next moment you were on the plane.

Surely you enjoyed the studies and training period there, Paris being busy in days and nights, but having really nice places to visit. You would always go to the Eiffel tower, watching the sunset, half expecting for Satoru to wrap his arm around your waist but whenever you turned your head you’d always met with empty space. Whenever you came home exhausted, you always expected Satoru to be there with dinner ready and him greeting you with a welcome home kiss.

That’s why you came back. To be in his arms. To be able to kiss him. To be able to call him yours. Because you’d realise that your life was nothing if Gojo Satoru wasn’t in it.

The receptionist told you to go upstairs at floor 5 but as you were about to click the lift button, you heard someone running on the stairs. You turned to look who it was and your eyes locked with a pair of blue ones which were close to home. He just looked at you and slowly stepped towards you as you did the same.

When you were both closer to each other, he brought his hand up, touching your cheeks delicately as if making sure you were real.

Satoru couldn’t believe it. When the receptionist called him and said that someone named Y/N L/N was here to meet him, he left all his works and ran downstairs. And now that he’d seen you, he was mesmerised and shocked. Shocked because you were really here and mesmerised because you looked even more beautiful than before. He touched your cheeks delicately, making sure you were really here and not another one of his hallucinations. And then without another thought he took you into his arms and held you tight and closer to him, now promising himself to never let you go. All the feelings he still had for you, tripled. His heart rumbled in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Even after all this time, he was still so in love with you.

“No need to tell me where you were. Because I already know.” You were tearing up as you finally felt complete in his arms and realised how much you loved him.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again.” He said as he was starting to tear up too. He loved you so much and the thought of being apart once again was killing him.

“I won’t. Ever again. I promise.”

It didn’t take long for Satoru to tell you how he felt after you came back. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. Every moment that he didn’t get to call you his, chipped his heart. Both Shoko and Suguru were growing tired of it, encouraging him to just say it because they were sure you felt the same. He tried to ignore them, not wanting to get his hopes up, but he couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would feel if you told him you loved him back.

You came over to Satoru’s for dinner that night, Suguru insisted that they all missed you too much to go out to a restaurant. After dinner and catching up with everyone, you and Satoru excused yourselves and walked out in the garden. His hands were in his pockets, unable to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time. He’s been practicing what to say to you since years and yet, he still felt unprepared.

You were walking silently beside him, taking in the silence and calmness of the life you’re living now. You no longer had to worry about anything, just the day to day necessities, and your feelings for Satoru. Subconsciously, you intertwined your fingers with his snuggling up to his side for some warmth.

He froze for a moment. This is it, he thought, this is the perfect moment. So before he lost his confidence, he spoke, “Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes, Toru?” you asked, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. “What is it?”

There it was. He missed it. He missed the way you called him ‘Toru’. And now finally hearing it from you made his heart skip many beats.

He held you in your place, stopping in the middle of a field of flowers. The moon illuminated one side of your face, showing off your perfect features. Satoru smiled, reaching over to caress your cheekbone. With tears in his eyes, he said, “I love you.”

You gasped softly, looking up at him, “What?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” Satoru sighed, connecting his forehead with yours. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a breathy laugh, “I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

You slowly brought your hand to his face and cupped his cheek as he melted in your touch. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was afraid of what you'd say. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and lose you. I just thought that maybe if you didn't love me like that, I'd still have you. Even if it's just as your best friend."

"Then why now?" you asked, you voice getting even quieter. He kissed the palm of your hand as he met your eyes.

"Because after all those years of crushing on you, all those months of not being able to see you or be in your arms, made me realise how much in love I was with you. All those six months, you consumed all of my thoughts, your laughter was all I could hear in my silent nights, your smile was all I could see everywhere I went. And not being able to tell you how much I loved you was killing me." He finished, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes.

You didn't know when your eyes started tearing up. All you knew was how much you loved him at this moment. Him confessing all his feelings for you, so vulnerably. It made you realise how much you just wanted to hold him and never let him go.

So you said, "I'm in love with you too, Satoru."

At first he thought his ears were playing tricks on him. You loved him back? His eyes shot open, pulling away from you as he stared at you in disbelief. “Y-you love me?”

"Yes, you idiot." You chuckled through your tears, pulling him closer. Your lips ghosted over his, causing him to shiver. "I've been in love with you for a really long time as well."

"I'm really an idiot, aren't I?" he said, laughing a little.

"Yes, you are. But you're my idiot."

And with that, he kissed you. All those years where he hid his feelings came pouring out in this one kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his like there was any more space between the two of you to close. Your arms looped around his neck, his one hand snaked down to your waist to steady you while one still remained on your cheek. He kissed you, pouring in all his regrets, mistakes, apprehensions, into his love, no longer wanting to pass up an opportunity to love you for the rest of his life.

And when he pulled back for air, he had the biggest smile on his face. "I'm the luckiest man on this earth." You pecked him again as you gave him your biggest grin.

On your way back home, you could feel it, you could hear it in the silence, you could see it with the lights out in the garden. It lingered between you two, suffocating you but it was the best feeling ever. Gojo Satoru is in love with you. You are in love.

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jinkiezzsstuff · 19 days

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Upcoming!

Just some of the upcoming stuff i’m writing including request so that i don’t keep requesters hanging! I’ve said it a lot, but i feel guilty for taking so long but thank you guys for being patient about it, just want to keep yall who requested in the loop if you see this, so you don’t think you’re not being written for, also side note but i typically aim for 1k+ words on each fic i really struggle with short shit idk why lmao

in no particular order we go:

requests:

lucifer request, reader is like mad hatter- fluff (really love this btw)

alastor lingerie request- smut

adam request with singer reader request- fluff

hazbin crew x doom based overlord male reader- angsty

alastor x reader request where reader wants alastors attention he snaps- angst fluff and smut

alastor x reader request where reader is like dimitrescu- fluff

adam x reader request reader stays with adam at the hospital - fluff

VOX VAL AND AL x reader request seperate, where reader ignores them and they attempt to get their attention- smut and fluff

valentino x reader request where valentino finds an excuse to spank bunny reader- smut

emily x male reader (part three to knight)

alastor x reader songfic noel’s lament- fluff (love this song so much) -posted!

then side fics in the works- Back to life, part two a human alastor x reader fic, & Met the devil, part three a lucifer x human turned demon reader fic

that’s all plus some blurbs on the side, so thank you for all your request genuinely so brilliant i love how creative everyone is with it sheeeesh alright ill post some some soon lots of love kisth kisth

i update my masterlist the moment i post the fic, so if you want to see other things or any of these when i post em you can right here :D xx

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penny00dreadful · 7 months

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So... some of you may have noticed my fics have come to a screeching halt the last couple of months which is not like me and I am here to explain myself.

Babygirl, I have been preparing.

The end of this month is my 1 year anniversary of posting in this fandom, of posting any of my work online after not doing it for like fifteen fucking years and it has brought me so much incandescent joy, I decided I had to do something for it.

(I've also hit like... several milestones which is fucking insane like you all know I'm just some cranky bog witch, right??)

I have been working on my WIPs for over the last two months. All... holy mother of god... like nine of them???

Some of these have been completed, some I am still writing and some are mostly done.

So starting from my anniversary date, 23rd October, every second or third day, I'll be posting a chapter of something.

I have so much material built up this shit could go on until 2024

@hbyrde36 called it my own personal Penny00Dreadful BigBang... and yeah kinda! 😅

I wanted to do this to show just how much I love this community. Your kind words, your support, your unhinged ramblings, your obsessive love, your talent (for free??) it's all amazing it's so amazing and I wanted to explode forth with my love for it so I figured why the fuck not do this stupid idea??😅

All of these will be posted both to tumblr and AO3 so subscribe over there to keep updated or follow me here!

OH! And let me know if you wanna be tagged! If you wanna be tagged for a specific fic or for everything I'll add you, whatever you want.

You've made me so happy and so warm for the last year. The way I know if I'm having a bad day I just need to hop onto this side of tumblr and everything will be peaches and gravy again.

I love you guys so much. 😘🖤

Updated Schedule - (18th Feb 2024)

Fic list with blurbs below the cut, this will (roughly) be the order they're posted in:

Return of The King - COMPLETE

Steddie Vampire AU with a twist! Vampire Steve comes back after falling to the bats. There is two more chapters left and those chapters have been completed.

Comeuppance - COMPLETE

Dustin just wants Steve to be happy. So he tries to parent trap him with Nancy. Clearly they should be together. But Steve's heart doesn't even seem to be in it at all! How is he so bad at this? And Eddie is being less than helpful

Rookie Mistake - COMPLETE

My Steddie Established Relationship Spies AU oneshot that will have a multi-chapter prequel fic coming very soon after!

Eddie is "retired" and Steve has been injured on the job, so he's supposed to be taking it easy. How hard could a walk to the gas station be?

Before He Cheats - COMPLETE

Songfic! Carrie Underwood - Before He Cheats

I literally have no excuse for this one. The rotted brainworms were behind the steering wheel with this one.

One evening, Eddie gets a call from some guy named Steve dropping the news on him that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. With this Steve person and Steve had no idea up until that day.

And Eddie rarely takes that shit lying down.

Steddievember Smut - COMPLETE

No Nut November is here! One can play however he wants. The other just has to wait for December to roll around. I have no other words to describe what this will be, it does what it says on the tin. I blame the STWG discord server. Currently we're looking at four little ficlets for this.

Cat and Mouse - COMPLETE

The Steddie Spies AU Prequel! How they got together and the extreme ups and downs their enemies/rivals to lovers journey goes through. I had so much fun with this one.

And They Were Roommates! - COMPLETE

omg they were roommates.

Steve and Eddie don't hate each other exactly. They just... tolerate each other. But one night Eddie doesn't come home for hours. Long after he's supposed to and it's not like Steve is worried or anything... he's just... concerned for a fellow human being... that's all.

Through The Valley

Post-Apocalyptic AU. Eddie, Dustin and Nancy have a nice little community of survivors outside of Hawkins that they take care of, surviving day to day. Everyone's a little broken, missing the rest of their Party just hoping that one day they'll find each other again.

Devotion

Dungeons and Dragons AU. Steve is the golden boy of the small town of Hawkins. Harrington in name and now a Paladin with his very own oath to hunt down the Bard, the witch Eddie Munson and bring him back to justice under High Priest Henry Creel.

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fairysluna · 11 months

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aegon angst please im begging on my knees OLEASE OLEASE

this is perfect bc I've been planning on writing an angsty drabble based on this song for so long and i finally got the excuse lol. hope you like it!!🤍

Songfic #6

is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together? So I can love you.

PAIRING – Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader.

TAGS – angst, hurt no comfort, alcohol consumption, cursing, mentions of cheating, established relationship, mentions of family issues. if something is missing let me know!!

You saw the clock hanging from the wall, biting your nails and sighing with despair. The feeling in your gut was giving you bad news, and the voice inside your head was trying to convince you to call him one more time with the fanciful idea of him picking up feeding your need to do it. You felt a hole in your belly where your stomach was supposed to be, and your body seemed to be unable to remain still in one place.

4 am, and the last time you heard about Aegon was when he left the apartment and told you he would come back before midnight, for tomorrow he had a very important job interview early in the morning. Needless to say, he did not keep his word, and when the clock indicated that it was the middle of the night, you found yourself alone in the darkness of the living room, at the verge of tears produced by the worry and anger. Your cellphone remained quiet, no phone calls from him arrived. That only made you angrier, for he did not even think about letting you know whether he was alright or not; he did not even think how you had a sleepless night filled with pure distress due to the unavoidable concern. You called him at least twenty times during the night, and none of your calls were answered; you had already memorized his voice mail recording by heart.

When the main door opened, your lost eyes found their way to the frame of it, and the first thing you saw was your boyfriend stumbling inside the living room; a green shirt ripped in the neck, leftovers of red lipstick on his neck, chin and cheeks, and sleepy eyes. You were already used to seeing that aspect on him, though you had naively believed that it would stop. But it never stopped.

“Hello there, beauty,” he greeted you. He dragged his words as if his tongue was as heavy as a rock, holding his body against the door handle.

You pressed your lips in a thin line, you had the intention to scream at him, to yell at his face how much you hated him for doing this to you once again; but nothing would come out, your words would be stuck in the back of your throat, your mind too blurry with disappointment to even think in what to say; so you just stood up, grabbed your phone and left towards the room without uttering a sound. You heard how Aegon closed the door, and how he dragged his feet behind you as he followed you, but you did not even bother to turn around.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, and your heart fell to your stomach as you stopped walking. Once you finally had the courage to turn around to face you looked at him with disdain, as if he was mocking you without shame by asking something so stupidly obvious that it was insulting.

“It’s 4 am,” you spat, already breathing heavily. “It’s 4 am and you just got home… it’s Tuesday!”

“Oh, Gods, I’m sorry, love…” he muttered, trying to step closer to you but you stepped back, rejecting his touch. “Arryk just got a new job so we went to a bar downtown and celebrated for him.”

“And did you forget that later today you have a job interview?” You reminded him, fuming already with rage burning through your eyes. You were barely able to keep it together, your nose already itching as you saw Aegon widening in surprise by your words. He had forgotten, he always did. “I can’t fucking believe it.”

“Love, listen-” his hand tried to reach for you once again but you slapped it away from you.

“No, this is enough, I won’t listen to your pathetic excuses anymore,” you shook your head and your eyes became watery once you noticed the marks of lipstick on his skin. “I’m so tired of being the only one trying to keep us afloat.”

“That’s a lie…” He accused you, narrowing his eyes.

“Is it?” You chuckled incredulously, “I’m the one paying the bills, working my ass off so you don’t feel pressure to find a stupid job, but all you do is drink and live as if you were still a fucking teenager!” You raised your voice, making him shrink in his position. He took a step back, looking at you teary eyed. That would always be enough for you to soften to him, but not this time. “You’ve told me multiple times how your grandfather would yell at you to do your shit so I tried to be empathic with you and give you time, but I just-”

A sob interrupted your words, making you choke in your own sorrow as you covered your mouth and quickly looked away from him. You closed your eyes for an instant and you slightly shook your head, feeling your heart being torn apart by the impact of reality against what used to be a fairytale. A shake breath came from your lips as you wiped your tears away and looked back at Aegon, who was standing as if he was a scolded child waiting to receive his punishment.

Those lilac eyes of him made you remember the beginning of your relationship, before you truly figured Aegon out. The first stages of a relationship were always perfect, relaying on the rush of adrenaline and excitement that a new feeling would provide; but now that it’s been four years, all that magic had vanished… sadly, the love and devotion you had for him was still making your heart beat, which is why it was so hard for you to pronounce the following words,

“I can’t allow myself to love you anymore,” you struggled to say, the sobs that threatened to escape you were making you choke and gulp. “Why can’t you get your shit together? Why can’t you grow up and act like a fucking adult?”

“You know it’s hard for me,” he excused himself, but you sighed.

“And you think it isn’t hard for me too? I stay awake every night you go out, scared to death. I have two jobs so we can keep this fucking apartment so you don’t go back and live with your parents. Because that’s how much I care about you.”

“And I love you for that.”

“Then fucking prove it to me!” You gave an exasperated yell, “Prove me that you love me! Because lately I feel like you’re saying all these things just because you’re used to them.”

“How?” He asked, “what do you want me to do?”

And there it is, the disappointment crossing your face once again. You could speak to him, scream and yell a bunch of words, but he would never listen. He would always disguise his lack of attention with questions like this, even when you had been screaming the answer to it ever since he stepped into the apartment.

You did not respond to him; you just shook your head as you made your way to your bag. You grabbed your keys, your phone and your wallet. Aegon frowned after looking at that action, and he tried to follow you around but his feet felt so heavy that he only stumbled in his place.

“Where are you going?” He demanded an answer, “what are you doing?”

Once again, silence was the answer to his question and his eyes filled with tears followed your frame until you stopped in the middle of the door frame of the room.

“My love…” he whispered, already feeling himself being sobered up by the anguish he started to feel inside his chest. “Please, don’t. Not you too.”

“You’re losing me, Aegon,” you muttered, loud enough for him to see. “Be aware of that.”

Once you closed the door behind your back, Aegon broke into silent sobs and cries. He had underestimated your limits, stupidly believing that you would always be by his side. Now that he found himself alone in a room filled with memories, the only thing he was able to do was to regret.

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AEGON TAG LIST — @lovelykhaleesiii @ganymede-princess @xfancyuu @megatardisbaby

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starboyshoyo · 9 months

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For the event request, can I get either riddle or Kalim with “helpless” from Hamilton. Ty!

Curtain Call: a songfic event

Song: Helpless from Hamilton

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

A/N: I tried writing reader as gender neutral this time! Hope I did alright.

At a bonfire party, Riddle experiences a case of love at first sight.

Flashing strobe lights and warm air caressed Riddle’s face as the sun went down over the beach. Nearby, some third-years were setting up a bonfire, roasting marshmallows over the open flames.

“Remind me why I agreed to let you bring me here.”

Riddle’s t-shirt clung to his back in the humidity of the party. He was holding a red plastic cup in his hand, half filled with a liquid with a name he couldn’t pronounce. No doubt his mother would have a heart attack if she saw him now. “Is it really necessary to be holding an alcoholic beverage?”

“Well, you asked to join me for a real party.” Cater responded, voice loose from the liquor. Riddle resisted the urge to snap at him to straighten his posture. “I know it seems strange now, but there are different, unspoken rules for parties, just like how there are unspoken rules in business meetings and stuff. And one of them, is that you are never caught without a drink.”

“Fine.” He didn’t argue with Cater- these things were his area of expertise, after all. But his hands itched with the urge to collar one of the many rule breakers that ambled around the beach.

A commotion arose halfway down the dunes, and Riddle turned to look. Voices whooped over the party conversation.

“Hey,I haven’t seen you since you transferred to RSA! How’s the hero school treating you?”

There’s an RSA student here? Riddle could excuse the flippancy of the partygoers, but bringing a student from a rival school to the event? He frowned. Perhaps he would have to investigate this newcomer himself.

Making his way over, he tripped on a sand dune. Grumbling, he sat back up. But as he got a glimpse of your face, Riddle stopped right in his tracks.

Oh. His face burned. There was indeed an RSA student here. And they had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen in his life.

“Riddle! I told you not to wander off!” Cater’s worried voice snapped him out of his trance. “Rule number two at parties- don’t wander off without telling one of your buddies! Where are you even going?”

Riddle didn’t look at him. His breath caught in his throat. “I… who is that?”

“Hm?” Cater glanced over to where you were standing, and a realization dawned in his eyes. “Ohhh. I see what’s going on.”

He grins at the lovestruck, lovesick, housewarden, experiencing his first love at first sight. “That’s Y/N, heartthrob of Royal Sword Academy. Want me to introduce you two?”

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #twst riddle

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ilyfynn · 2 months

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mmu nation i enlist your help in giving me something to do instead of listening in biology. yes i am a halex stan and these are all secretly an excuse to write more halex. 19k is not enough. behold: my first ever poll

more info about each below (proper infodump) (I know I say that I dislike all of them but just choose)

the below all contain halex

modern murder - so I took one look at an extracurricular GCSE class (mine) and went HOW FUN WOULD IT BE IF I MADE THEM MURDER EACH OTHER because they are So Mean and I don't like it. so i jiggled the dynamics around a bit and ended up changing all the characters so now I'm left with a murder au. I planned it across a while but did most of it at 1am, and especially considering I only really write shipping fanfic idk how it is for a murder. however I plan to write all of these someday so as I actually Came Up with an idea I will persevere if needs be

flower shop au - now this was entirely an excuse to write a flower shop au because it would be so freaking cute if alex sent hazel flowers like. LIKE. can you see my 2am vision here. but ofc it's mmu so I had to mysterify it and ngl the mystery I made is kinda trash but. CAN YOU SEE MY "i-planned-this-all-in-one-go-at-12am" VISION????? overall I don't mind this au but I think there isn't much purpose to it so that's why I dislike it somewhat

5+1 - alex-centric halex au. honestly an excuse to make him fall in love again because oblivious alex for the WIN. I probably will write this one first if this poll ends up being of no use because it's plain Pining and I love that

time loop x hanahaki - now this one is one to have an excuse to make myself cry. I really like making characters die, and I really like halex, so I try to make it work whilst being realistic. unfortunately the plan for this one only exists vaguely in my head and my mind and I have disagreements about how well it would work when executed, especially since the scene I've chosen requires a lot of thinking behind the scenes (I suck at that)

do a songfic: I am notoriously good at coming up with songfics that seem really good to me but are really just awfully executed. I'm thinking message in a bottle by Taylor

come up with another one - fake dating au????? I'm thinking that because probably the most impressive and glorious fanfic I've ever read was a fake dating. love love LOVE it. though it would have to be a very long and well thought out one because I'd want to make it Perfect. additionally it would take aaaaaaaaaages to plan but when I do write it I want it to be the peak of my experience in the hyperfixation (it won't because I'll probably have thought of a better au by then)

in conclusion I dislike most of these but will write them anyways. please excuse how I hate my writing too, ARGH I need to work on that. thank you for reading I infodumped very heavily here (I pin the blame on a looooong day)

#murder most unladylike #mmu #halexander #alexander x hazel #hazel wong #alexander arcady #hazel x alexander

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pbs-theundeadmaggot · 6 months

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🎶 brand new tattoos by SayWeCanFly

(AU) Eddie Munson x fem!reader

[a/n] I know I said I'd be finishing first love soon but it's been a tough couple months and I'm slowly getting back into writing again. I really hope that the inspiration will stick for me to finish it but thank you to anyone who's read and waiting for the next part. Here's a little songfic I put together since rejoining the internet again.

[warnings?] bad childhood, insecurities, rejection, abandonment, having children/being pregnant, hypothetical divorce?

other works available here!

I found silver in stone,

Inside, flowers of gold

Deep inside my soul

Like moths to a flame, the town fled to hear the new rumours that tarnished the Munson name, as greedy as they were they thrived off of the pain it caused, revealing in the destruction it would bring. Despite this, the Munson men carried on with their lives, stuck in a bubble of coldness that only the gentlest souls were prepared to see past.

For Eddie it felt like he was trapped between the identity of two people, neither portraying the real him. At school he played the outcast, the weirdo, the one that would never become anyone or anything in this world, just as his father and teachers told him growing up.

Meanwhile, at the hideout he became the stereotypical heart throb, nothing but a piece of meat to fuck and chuck as soon as the next groupie got bored. Typically the other way around, he’d become a notch on some randoms belt, the relationship so superficial you could wipe it clean with a makeup wipe.

But he wanted more. He knew he deserved more.

And I’ve walked miles from home

I’ve walked miles alone

But I’ve learned to love this winding road

When you first approached him, he’d been cautious, the prank of pretending to be his friend being played one too many times for his liking. It wasn’t until you’d mentioned that you were new to Hawkins, that he’d figured you probably didn’t know who he was yet. However, what he wasn’t expecting was for you to simply shrug him off and sit next to him despite his clear warnings.

You were new to Hawkins, that much was for sure. The first time he’d seen you was at the beginning of English, you’d smiled and waved across the classroom before turning towards the front and resuming your position in the worn out book you carried around. Assuming you meant to look at someone else he awkwardly looked to the side like a deer in the headlights, before putting his head between his cool hands to fight the warm heat rising to his cheeks, thoughts going a million miles an hour, somewhat ashamed that for a split second the believed you were looking at him.

She’s got brand new tattoos

And I’ve got holes in my shoes

She’s got a beautiful dress

And my suit’s been torn up to shreds

Months passed with the same routine of him feebly denying any attention you sent his way, coming up with an array of excuses for reasons why you weren’t interested in him. He wanted so badly to approach you, perhaps ask you on a date yet anytime he gained the confidence it was quickly snuffed out by the other students entering the room or passing him a snide comment.

He would never admit this to you, but you’d become the highlight of his day. Even the hellfire members had noticed his longing stares in the cafeteria, deciding not to tease him this once, enjoying seeing this new side to their usual stone faced DM.

Behind the scenes he had no clue there the sneaky Henderson boy was quietly scheming to push the two of you together. The idea of you both dancing around your obvious feelings but neither making a move driving him crazy.

She still dances with me

Though I step on her feet

She still

Wants to love me

Neither of you knew how it happed yet one fateful day you’d agreed to be his girlfriend, the memory forever ingrained in his mind reminding him of the reasons why you were the one for him.

‘Sweaty palms and wilting wildflowers he’d run towards you almost tripping over the curb. Your angelic smile enough to make him weak at the knees as you greeted him with a shy kiss and wide doe eyes. The two of you planned to celebrate graduation in private, apart from having each other, the warm summer breeze and quietness of the woods felt right.

You’d both danced around the idea of making your relationship official however, for Eddie he needed the affirmation. His biggest fear being that you would simply walk away, that everything the two of you had was a lie or means to an end. Logically he knew you would never do that to him but with nothing to offer you other than love, why would you want to stay In Hawkins with him?

Needless to say as the words slipped his mouth you’d agreed immediately and the rest was history.’

I’ve watched, angels grow weak

And I've heard the devil as he speaks

Whispers and screams

Sure there were ups and downs in the early stages of your relationship, fears and worries needing to work themselves out before settling down. For Eddie while loving another came easy, the desperation to give and receive meant being torn between letting you in or pushing you away. Ingrained into his DNA it would never be as simple as flipping a switch, the active reminder that he could possible lose you at any given moment being the motivating factor to battle his demons.

You on the other hand, fully supported his rockstar dream. Never wanting to make him choose between you and his vision. Yet as human as it was you grew scared that he’d realise he was way too good for you. When he could have anyone he could possibly dream of once leaving this town behind, why would he choose you? Why would he stay with you?

The beautiful thing about being human was making mistakes and learning and growing from them, as difficult as it was the both of you would make it out together, regardless of the hypothetical fallout.

But my arms are open so wide

And will be, until I die

Only for you

The day of your wedding was coincidentally the day you’d found out you were pregnant with your first child. Fear and excitement bundled into one where not only were the vows you spoke to each other, but also to your future family. With silent promises made and tears of happiness flowing you welcomed the next chapter of your lives with open arms and full hearts.

In Eddie fashion he’d almost cancelled the wedding, as you walked down the isle moments after telling him the big news he’d insisted you at the very least sat down for the rest of the ceremony, justifying the fact that you needed to save your energy and stay healthy for his own sanity because god forbid your feet ache after standing in heels all day.

He’d soon learn that if anyone needed to sit down it was probably him, the view of a baby being born from between the legs he knew so well, more than enough to knock him out cold.

At least he’d be prepared the next time.

She’s got brand new tattoos

And I’ve got holes in my shoes

She’s got a bright red rose

And I’ve got a head full of thorns

But I’d still pick them for you

Ten years later and your third child on the way he could finally say all the blood sweat and tears wasted in throughout his youth were worth it. There was no waiting for the ball to suddenly drop, no final wake up call or ultimatum, fighting for you and vice versa was more than worth it and he’d be an idiot to think otherwise.

The once lonely, broken child wondering where he fit into this world now meant something. Becoming the person he was now from the person he was before, wouldn’t have been possible if he’d been given the easy path to follow just like he once wished. The memories and hardships carved into his skin through wrinkles, scars and faded tattoos served as his reminder that even in the darkest days he would be just fine.

She still dances with me

Though I step on her feet

She still,

Wants to love me

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He'll Never Be Prince Charming (2/?)

(aesthetic by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, yeah, that's me. do NOT steal this!)

Harry Potter/Wizarding World x DC

Pairing: Klarion Bleak x Fem!Reader, Lilith Bleak (OC) x Fem!Reader

CW: romance, past breakups, use of she/her, language, shitty attempt at angst, author attempted to not use y/n and i think i succeeded but who knows, klarion & lilith are being lil bitches who doesn't know how to romance, playing with feelings, wizarding relations are really weird, toxic relationships probably, pining, i think that's it but if there's more tell me!

Summary: Reader is an exchange student. She's a witch, but not the kind that hogwarts is used to. She uses pentagrams and incantations instead of wands and spells. She uses poisons and candles rather than potions and charms. She practices moonlit summonings instead of defense against the dark arts. So what happens when not one, but two lords of chaos appear in the middle of the great hall, both claiming to be her lover? (this is part two of a multi-part series, so look out for a pt 3!)

SONG: Devil Doesn't Bargain by Alec Benjamin

A/N: I'm sorry if I offended anyone! I just tried to portray traditional-ish(?) witchcraft in the way that I've kinda seen it portrayed in fiction. Please don't take this seriously, this is a work of fiction and isn't meant to portray witchcraft seriously.

HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are their own moment, and this particular piece has multiple little moments. Definitely timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics

Previously...

"Klarion and Lilith Bleak get your asses down here right now!"

The two stopped arguing and grinned. With a pop they appeared in front of her, smiling like kids in a candy shop. One had a lovesick expression, the other had a flirtatious smirk.

"Hello, love."

I'm not one to lecture Talk down to a friend I don't mean to pressure Mean to condescend

She rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, frowing.

"We're here to settle a little...disagreement of sorts between us." The female, Lilith, stretched her mouth into a cheshire cat smile.

"Oh really? And what is this disagreement?"

"Your heart, my love," the male, Klarion, replied.

She facepalmed. Noodle hissed at them both. The cat, Teekl, and the Raven, Deirdre, hissed right back. That was when the teachers *cough*umbitch*cough* decided to butt in.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Umbridge shrieked.

"This? Well, 'this' is used to identify a specific person or thing close at hand or being indicated or experienced. It can also be used to refer to a specific thing or situation just mentioned," Lilith said, cackling.

Klarion just rolled his eyes.

"Nobody likes a smart assault, Lily."

She sighed.

"It's smart-ass, Witch Boy."

"Whatever you say, my love." Lilith glared at her twin.

"Who said she's yours?"

"ENOUGH!" Umbridge screeched. "Who are you and why have you tresspassed onto these grounds?!"

The duo glared at Umbridge.

"You don't know us? How rude," Klarion said.

"Yeah, you'd think a magic user would know us," Lilith added. "Even if it's baby magic."

She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Professor, this is Klarion the Witch Boy and Lilith the Witch Girl."

"Lords of Chaos, at your disservice!" The two said in unison. Umbridge's nostrils flared.

"I demand you get off this property at once!"

"Uh uh uh! We still need to settle our agreement!" Klarion exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Lilith turned her attention towards her. "So? Which of us do you love? Klari or me?"

"It's obviously me," Klarion said, scoffing at his twin's attempts.

"Puh-LEASE, you have zero game."

"Excuse you?!" He glared at his sister.

"Klarion, Lilith-" She pursed her lips at the chaotic twins. Umbridge decided she had had enough.

"So you're the cause of this!" Umbridge exclaimed triumphantly.

"Wha-You think I can control two people who are literally the embodiments of chaos?" She turned her attention to Lilith and Klarion. "Look, the two of you better get out of here."

"Wha-" Klarion cut his twin off.

"Do you want her to get into more trouble, Lily?" The female huffed and the two (along with their familiars) disappeared in a burst of red dust.

And the whole school was staring at the red-faced witch.

But I just want what's best for You in the end I know you don't want to let go

"So who are they?"

The whole school seemed to want to know the answer to that question.

Klarion and Lilith Bleak were twins. A chaotic duo, spreading destruction and mischief wherever they went. At times, they seemed like complete opposites. Lilith was the more mature one out of the two, sarcastic and flirtatous. Klarion was childish and disruptive, constantly bothering everybody he met. But when the two decided to cause trouble together, they showed the world exactly why they were twins.

Klarion "worked" for the Light, an organization that constantly plagued the JLA and the covert team. Since she dabbled in almost every corner of witchcraft, she met with the junior league on a normal basis to fix their magical maladies. Lilith, however, preferred to stay untethered to anything, wreaking havoc on either side depending on who she felt like helping.

"They're lords of chaos. Both have been around since the beginning of time and both are eternally confusing. But I can't exactly get rid of them, since they're immortal and a lot more powerful than I am," she finished.

"Was that cat and that raven their familiars?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah."

Harry grinned at her.

"So two of the most chaotic, powerful magic beings in the universe have a crush on you."

She groaned.

"Shut up, Potter."

A group of girls passed them, and shot her terrified looks.

"The whole school thinks you summon demons on a normal basis," Ron said.

"I mean, I've done it before but I'd never summon those two. I see enough of them as it is." The trio laughed, and they pushed open the door to potions.

And just like before I can see that you're sure You can change him but I know you won't

"Hey! Demon-girl!"

She groaned at the nickname and turned around in her seat.

"The hell do you want?" She grumbled.

"What was that in the Great Hall? Did you summon them?" He asked. She just scoffed in response.

"Trust me, I would never summon those two."

A malevolent purple mist appeared next to her. It cleared to reveal the same girl from the Hall.

"Never? I think never's a bit too long, sweetheart."

Lilith Bleak had infiltrated Hogwarts. Again.

She sighed.

"What do you want, demon?" Lilith frowned.

"Demon? You and I know full well I'm way more powerful than just a pitiful demon," she scoffed.

She sighed.

"Whatever, but Lilith, you need to leave." The lord of chaos pouted at this.

"Leave? But I just got here!"

"Do you want me to get into trouble?" Lilith huffed.

"Fine, I'll leave. But I'm leaving Deirdre with you."

Her eyes widened.

"Lilith...what if you get attacked and she's not with you?"

She regretted saying that as soon as a smirk appeared on the other woman's face.

"Aww, looks like somebody does care!"

She rolled her eyes, then shooed her away.

"Go perish."

"Anything for you, sweetheart!"

And she vanished in a puff of purple smoke.

She faced forward, only for Professor Snape to glare at her.

"Detention."

"What? But it's not even my fault! They just appear and I can't do anything about it!"

He frowned, but turned back to the board.

"If they disrupt the class again I will have to give you detention and take away house points. No matter whose fault it is."

She groaned. Deirdre cawed out a laugh.

"Oh shut up you stupid bird."

The devil doesn't bargain He'll only break your heart again It isn't worth it, darling He's never gonna change

The same blond boy sat next to her during Transfiguration.

"You never answered my question"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you want to know?" He shrugged.

"I'm just curious."

"They're lords of chaos. Uncontrollable, destructive chaos. Over a trillion years old and freakishly annoying."

He scoffed.

"I've never heard of such a thing."

"That's 'cause you people practice baby magic."

"Baby magic?" He asked incredulously. She nodded.

"Real witches don't need wands or spells. Incantations work better and summoning demons or fae are superior to wandwork."

"So you do summon demons," he sneered.

"They're not all evil, if that's what you think." He just sent her a dark look and moved to another seat. Harry took his place.

"Malfoy bothering you?" She shook her head.

"Nah. Just being a nosy prick."

Deirdre cawed loudly, and she rolled her eyes.

"Go away, you lousy bird." The raven looked at her with utter contempt, and vanished with a poof of lavender smoke.

He'll never be Prince Charming He'll only do you harm again I don't mean to meddle But the devil doesn't settle

Elsewhere...

"Wha-Deirdre!" Lilith glared at her familiar. "You were supposed to look after her!"

The raven just cawed in response.

What am I, your servant?

"No, but you should be looking out for her anyway."

Creepy laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Ugh! Go away, Klair!"

The male witch laughed.

"She liked you, y'know." Lilith whirled around.

"What?!"

"Yeah. A couple years ago. When you hated the Justice Babies because they killed Amaranth." Lilith smiled.

"Ha! I told you she-"

"Liked, Lily. Past tense. Her feelings are gone now." Klarion grinned while his twin looked enraged. "She won't love you again."

No, the devil doesn't bargain

#klarion the witch boy #klarion bleak #klarion x reader #klarion the witch boy x reader #lilith bleak #lilith the witch girl #lilith x reader #hogwarts #hogwarts x reader #harry potter x yj #harry potter x dc #harry potter x reader #ryn writes songfics

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These words hurt.

Rumors swarm around NRC, but a lot of times they focus on a specific Moray eel. A Moray eel who wants it to stop. Floyd wants it to stop.

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This spawned from a headcanon I have and I had to just write it so I didn't lose it or the motivation to write.

I had to just get this out so I didn't have a beta reader, so forgive any typos and stuff.

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Songfic of Circus Hop by YonKaGor on Youtube. https://youtu.be/bjKLjGbL-W0?si=A1BLfTcFGZxdyZLT

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Tw: Mentions/Allusion to Suicide, Self Harm, Depression Spiral, Bullying, Self Destructive Behavior

If you are struggling with any of this, please get help. This is not something you need to go through alone.

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It's a comical yet devastating universe

But it's still the kind of universe that I deserve

The lipstick on my face has bled into my skin

It should show a grin

A smile. That’s what he’s known for. That smile turned from a stupid little form of appreciation for what he loved to an excuse to label him a monster.

Who was he kidding, he might as well be. Floyd was huge. He had sharp fangs and claws. He had the strength to overpower most normal people. He was manipulative. He was terrifying. He was a monster just like all the rumors said. Just give them their smile and have them running off spreading more.

Up from the sky, I won't want you to cry

So here's an act for everyone to sneer at

“Goldfishie!!!” Riddle was doing nothing but running from Floyd by now. The little redhead was interesting, that’s not possible to deny. The only issue is Floyd knew better. He is the type to generally pester people he wants to get to know, but just simple pestering won’t do anything. Riddle was powerful. He couldn’t be afraid of power and needed to show that.

His job was protection. Azul’s protection to be specific. Not too many genuinely knew that. What people did know, or think they knew, was Floyd finding Azul interesting. It was true, yes, but another thing they skipped is why he was interesting.

He was one of the first genuine forms of kindness Floyd knew beyond his parents and brother. Azul was skeptical at first, sure, but he had reason to be. No one paid attention to the “ugly” little octopus. They paid less attention when he was violently bullied. The twins gave him just some time of their day and fought off those idiots who were intent on making Azul’s day a living hell.

No one saw how his eyes lit up when someone gave him basic decency. No one saw how he gave that ounce of kindness back more than a thousand times over. No one saw his mind constantly whirling and creating hundreds and thousands of ideas that Floyd couldn't help but finally feel some ounce of hope for his future. A future where Azul would no longer be a “pushover crybaby”, and he put it and Floyd would no longer be a feared monster.

To get that, Floyd had to do whatever he could. Even this act. This act that he didn't fear for his life around power. This act that he wanted to hurt others. This act that these words didn't hurt. The act that he isn't just some scared and cowardly Moray wanting a hug.

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who's waiting at the top

Should do a Circus Hop

People are getting bold nowadays. Coming into Monstro Lounge and actively spreading rumors like their own waiter couldn't hear them.

“I hear he maimed someone.”

“Yah? Well, I heard he gets covered in blood almost every day.”

“Two starter salads, right here.” Honestly. Are they idiots? Spreading rumors like this in their supposed threat’s domain? Just dropping the salads off and then coming back a few minutes later only reveals them back at it. It's not like this is new. Just a few more rumors to add to the many that are constantly circling. Why was he even here anymore?

I shall now accept the fact that I'm a failure (You're a failure)

'Cause I'm still afraid the future might be scarier (It is scarier)

I'll slip while having fun and cut off my own tongue

They'll think I was dumb

Every once and a while, Floyd's mind starts to wander. Who is he kidding? That's his basic state. Azul’s promised future seemed to be turning out now, but what if something happens? What if this happens? What if that happens? Professor Trien’s getting up now? Oh yeah. There was a test wasn't there? The test’s topic was actually kind of interesting. Interesting enough for Floyd to actually spend some time reading the textbook. It was a test of the change in mer and human cultures once they started connecting.

All of this was nice until the test sheet hit down on his desk and reality gave him a nice slap to the face. Who was he kidding? He wasn't the smart one. That was, and will always be, Jade. Floyd knew none of these questions. Absolutely nothing on this sheet felt like something he'd seen before.

“And start.”

Start!? Start how? Start where? Ugh. What's the point? Why not just do his typical? Randomly bubbling different answers. At least now people will think he was just uninterested. If he actually tried and failed, people would know he was stupid, not aloof. That, if anything, was probably the scariest thing. He's gotten used to how things are now. They don't have to change.

Up from the sky, I won't want you to cry

So here's an act for everyone to sneer at

That was terrifying. An overblot. Not just any overblot. Azul’s overblot. Floyd’s best friend. The one who gave him kindness. The one who gave him hope. That Azul.

Azul was now on bed rest. Jade and Floyd were trying to take care of him despite his stubborn efforts to return to normal before his body was ready. At this point, Floyd wanted to tuck in the sheets so much that Azul couldn't get up, but luckily he couldn't do that to his dearest friend. He especially couldn't do it now that he was finally asleep.

“Floyd…” All he had to do was turn around and he could see Jade’s eyebags. It has been Jade’s job to go around and get and prepare things while Floyd was by Azul’s side taking direct care of him. Time to switch, he guesses.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Got it.”

“Also… Go to Monstro Lounge and get that tea Azul likes. I want it to be here for when he's awake.”

“On it.” With that, he was out of the room, and on his way to the lounge. It only took halfway to start hearing rumors. People just couldn't shut up, could they? What worse? It was about Azul. Did nobody have decency?

“I heard his breakdown was because his contracts were shattered.”

“I heard I started he started forcefully taking powers with a single touch!”

“All that from broken contracts? What a crybaby.”

“Oooo. Careful his guard dogs might hear you. Ooooo.”

Then they laughed. They laughed. WHO do they think they are? Because Floyd knows who they are horrible people. Luckily he knew what to do to at least shut them up.

“Hey… now what was that?” He turned the corner. The idiots froze. Stock-still. “What you can't talk now? Say what. Leave now. Don't let me see you again, and I'll be merciful.” That's all it took. They bolted. People suck.

Floyd just backed up to a wall and then slid down. This was dumb. His words were dumb. The bullies were dumb. Overblots were dumb. These tears were dumb. This constant stress is dumb. Everything was just dumb. Can't he just pause time when he and his loved ones are happy? Never mind just let those bullies run off. Let them spread increasingly horrible rumors about what he just did. None of this feels real anyway.

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who's waiting at the top

Should do a Circus Hop

“Hey hey! Sup?” At his voice, his classmates flinched. What? Was a simple hi dangerous now?

“Hiiii Floydddd.” They dragged out the sounds. It sounded grating. They weren't happy to see him, were they? Floyd may be dumb but he's not incapable of picking up things. Especially not if they are constantly repeated. It doesn't matter. Just keep up that dumb smile.

“Sooooo… Whatcha doing?”

“Oh! Uh… Nothing! Just packing up to return to my dorm. You know how it is… Bye!” And with that, they were off. Couldn't stand another second in his presence, could ya? What's the point of trying to make another friend again?

Trying to walk somewhere was easy enough. People shuffled out of Floyd’s way the second he was noticed. Though it felt like the worst thing possible. The stares. The stares made it horrible. Every word was laced in their glares. Violent. Scary. Malicious. Brute. Every name in the book.

Floyd shoved his books into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. What's the point anymore? What's the point of doing anything?

I've said goodbye, I don't want you to cry

So have a laugh with everyone but me.

Watching Azul and Jade work sometimes felt like something else. Two great minds competing yet working together at the same time. They were both at Azul’s desk working on the ledger or something while Floyd lies down on the sofa across from them.

Things don't even feel real anymore. Like he was watching a show. He slowly reached a shakey hand to his brother and friend. Then he realized what he was doing and snapped it back to his body before either could notice. They were doing something. He would be a bother. He just turns to lie with his back facing them.

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who fell down from the top

They did a little drop

So, sing along, it's such a silly song

He just sitting in his bed on the verge of tears. Both hands were on his head and had a death grip on his hair. It's dumb. It's ridiculous. It's lazy. It's... It's... Ugh! Floyd’s mind is circling. Every word said about him while they didn't know he was listening was clouding his head. It was a storm cloud that won't go away.

Just stop it! Just stop it! He let one of his hands off his head only to hammer it back down, the palm striking his temple. Over and over. He wanted the thoughts gone. Why wouldn't they go? Tears finally started falling. He can't stop anything anymore. Not his thoughts. Not his tears. Not the rumors. Not anything.

His hand slowed to a stop and went back to its original space. Both hands finally lost their grip as Floyd lost his grip on his emotion. He continues to just sit there as he sobs.

The cackling carousel, it spins and never stops

The acrobat who's waiting at the top

Should do a circus hop

The knocks were getting annoying. Floyd had been hauled up in his room for a few days now, and Jade and Azul definitely noticed. It only took the second day for them to start their incessant knocking.

Through the door, they begged and pleaded for him to talk to them. Each time he just told them to buzz off. Can't they just let him be? The only thing Floyd can thank them for is them bringing him meals. They just knock, tell him there's food, and leave. The only thing was once he brought it in, he couldn't bring himself to eat it. The tray of food just sits there until his body’s instincts take over and he shoves every ounce of food in his mouth.

A knock brought Floyd out of his head. “Floyd… brother… please… I just want to make sure you are ok.” Jade sounded desperate. Why? He can't understand. Doesn't he at least have something to do for the lounge?

Without his say, his arm went up. Reaching to the door. His brother sounded sad. Really sad. He was about to get up when he snapped out of it. He pulled his hand back.

…

“Go away.”

For anyone worried this is in no way a call for help, I promise I'm fine.

However, to those struggling with any of this right now, please reach out to someone who's capable of helping. You don't need to go through this alone.

#writing blog #writing #twisted wonderland #finished #angst #heavy angst #twst floyd #songfic #tw sui implied #tw depression #tw bullying #tw self destructive behavior #tw self harn

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space-girlllll · 1 year

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So I was originally meant to post this on on another post with a bunch of AUs and headcanons but it got a bit long so I’ll post it earlier than I was meant to @salaapaoo:

Kim rok soo had always been kind of the older brother to the kids in the orphanage:

When krs first got to the orphanage he I'm not sure the canon age but my head always goes 8 or 13 yrs old so he wasn’t that big yet but still older than a lot of them.

I read a head-canon somewhere (I cannot for the life of me remember where, but this is where I got the idea is this technically theirs help) where he took care of the younger kids there.

Just bcs of the angst potential of this, every kid he takes care of or begins to care for leaves immediately, they get adopted quickly or they’re parents come back for them, some even ended up dead. So once the orphanage workers/helpers realized this strange system, they began to dump most of the children in his care. The workers/helpers who worked at the orphanage often stole or embezzled the funds they had. Kim rok soo had to look for food and get money by himself and taking care of the kids at the same time. There would be days in which where he would starve himself for the children, they were too young they shouldn’t have to suffer the way he did. There were even times he couldn’t find any food, he would clutch the children in a close hug as they cried from hunger and pain.

Fluff time! Maybe he would come to school for them in place of PTCs (Parent Teacher Conference) taught some of them to read and write, played games with them, help them when they get sick. When they have nightmares they often run to Kim rok soo, he was there safe place, he would maybe hug them and stroke their hair, sometimes even singing them to sleep (not me using this as an excuse for an i bet on losing dogs songfic).

After the workers left the children to him, he quickly learned how to organize food for the children, tie or even cut their hair, maybe he helps them with homework in-between his own working and they all have some set time for home work and school things, and as time flies by he soon is the oldest kid there and there is no one to help him out.

As he has to leave the orphanage eventually, he left them money, that he had worked hard for himself, that he’d spent hours tolling on work to give them, so they wouldn’t be left with nothing, so they'd remember he cared. Before he left he turned to the eldest of them, she was 15 and left in charge by Kim rok soo, the caretakers wouldn’t change even after he left and he trusted her, his little sister, after quickly going through his checklist on the things he’d left behind for them, to make sure they’d be safe and happy, even with him gone, he gives her a soft smile “Don’t forget you are still a child yourself, play around and cause trouble, children should be children.” before hugging her tightly and finishing his goodbyes not being able to hear her saying “What about you Oppa?”

Maybe he meets the girl again, during the apocalypse when she joins team 1 under Team leader Lee soo hyuk’s lead as a grade 1 ability swordsman. The two stay close, despite the time that had past Kim rok soo couldn’t help but still treat her the same way he did when she was a child he had been one too, taking care of her, making sure she was alright and not overworking, she even became close with Cjs and Lsh as Krs slowly befriended them. She teased krs often and complained along with cjs and lsh about his bad habits of sacrificing himself (like all younger siblings do such as myself).

They were all happy, they really were, till the massacre incident finally came and blew his entire world away, his brothers, his sister, his friends and family, the team that was his entire life, was gone and he was left with nothing but the broken pieces of his life, memories, and dreams of what could’ve been. Memories of playing with small giddy children, memories of older siblings being there for him and helping him, all disappearing as fast as the life was sucked out his family.

After the transmigration, there would be times when he looked at Lilly and saw her. The younger sister that he cared for and raised. He sees her in Lilly's brown hair, their shared sword style, and sometimes he would even slip up and call lily by her name. After a few times, Lilly finally asks "Oraeboni, who is (name)?" He freezes as the records of her death rewind in his mind. He can't stop it. Lilly resembles her too much, so he distances himself, hoping that it would lessen the pain. Lilly and (name) look like they could've been sisters... Almost like twins with how Lilly looks almost exactly like the little girl he raised. It hurts too much... He can't be there.

During the end of part 1 when GoD told Cale about Sui, he tells him a bit more than that. He tells him about someone else who reincarnated in the world-- in Roan. His little sister had been reincarnated as Lilly Henituse, the little sister of the original owner of this body. The God of Death then explains that he couldn't return her memories to her. Despite all of the things that Cale had changed and accomplished, GoD still couldn't return Lilly’s memories from her previous lifeto her.

When he sees her again, he's just devastated and pulls her close, holding her tightly as he slowly rubs the back of her head like how he always had in their previous lives. Meanwhile, the others are just confused because he usually has a sad look in his eyes whenever he would look at her before quickly averting his eyes. They're happy to see the two of them getting along though. LIlly is confused at first, but the hug felt so warm and strangely familiar. She's sure that she's felt it before, but the thought is quickly replaced with feelings of content from being hugged by her oraeboni

#lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family #totcf #lotcf #lcf #tcf #kim rok soo #krs!cale #lilly henituse #lily henituse #tcf lily #god of death #GoD #angst #fan's ramblings!

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enha-hype · 10 months

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♪ song series ♪

hi! this is the second instalment in a series of oneshots i will be writing based on/inspired by a certain song. (note : in this particular fic there's another song featured) i recommend listening to the song(s) once before you read it <3

#2 summer love (song 1 | song 2)

pairing : lee felix x gn reader (established relationship)

genre : songfic, angstttt, pining, fluff if you squint, not a happy ending i'm afraid

warnings : none that i can think of, it's just sad ig. but if there's something you'd like me to add, lmk <3

w.c. : 1.7k

disclaimer : this is purely a work of fiction made for entertainment purposes only!

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22 hours left

You watch Felix as he goes around the kitchen getting the ingredients for the batter ready. You try to etch it all into your memory - his little nose scrunches, the way the sunlight streaming in through the window highlights his beautiful freckles, the shape of his lips… Sigh. Pictures never do him justice. And even if they did, what would be the point? You have to leave tomorrow and nothing could change that, or the grief that’s bound to follow.

Ugh, screw all those stupid romcoms and their happy couples and unrealistic endings! You wish it were as easy as they made it out to be, where one of them just quits their job and leaves home and everyone and everything they know basically, to move halfway across the world and be with the love of their life like it’s no big deal, like it’s the most practical decision ever, and of course they’re all loaded enough to be able to afford it. Stupid. Ridiculous. Know what’s even more ridiculous? The fact that you two had fallen so hopelessly in love over the span of just two months, knowing full well this relationship could have no future. Stupid stupid stupid. If the universe was so intent on handing you the cliché fall in love on vacation trope, why not give you the romcom ending as well? Why torture you like this?

Felix meets your gaze and smiles, though there's something sad about it. “Don’t do that please,”

“Do what?” you feign ignorance and blink innocently, which earns a proper smile from him this time. It tugs at your heart.

“You know what. Watch me with that forlorn look in your eyes. It makes me wanna bear hug you and never let go,” he says as he walks over and does just that.

Your lips curve up into a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lix. You’ll come up with any excuse to touch me,”

“Well if you don't like it–” he starts to pull away.

“Nooo I didn't say that,” you pull his arms back around you and you both laugh. Which is followed by a heavy silence that settles in the nooks and crannies of the room, somehow making the morning not so bright anymore. You're both joking around and dodging questions and being flippant because not doing that would mean having a serious conversation. Not doing that would mean confronting reality and having to say your goodbyes and you promised each other not to be all blue and gloomy on your last day together. You both know the other is also thinking about this, and how not talking about it is just making things weird.

Felix clears his throat, unwrapping his arms from around you. “I should get back to the pancakes. Don't wanna burn them like last time,”

“Right, haha,” you resist the urge to reach out and have him lock his arms around you again, trying to ignore how cold you suddenly feel.

You hate how painfully awkward you've become over the past few days – walking on eggshells and not being able to say what you're really thinking half the time, swallowing feelings and stopping mid-sentence.

Fifteen minutes later you're sitting at the table and Felix sets down a plate in front of you : chocolate chip pancakes with dark chocolate syrup, whipped cream and ice cream. You gape at him. He’s indulging your sweet tooth way too much.

“You're trying to make me diabetic!” you complain, but give him a peck on his cheek.

“Only for today,” he chuckles and then bites his lip, realising he probably should’ve worded that better.

Only for today. Right. Because from tomorrow he won't even be able to see you, much less make you your favourite breakfast. And you're just supposed to go back to your old life and move on after….all this. After Felix. Totally easy. Totally–

“Hey you wanna watch a movie after?” he interrupts, sensing you going down a spiral. “And then go to the beach?”

You smile at his mention of the beach – it was where you first met. Where it all started. Where you’d spent most of your days together over the past two months. Playing silly games, learning how to surf. Lazy afternoons and late nights. Early morning walks along the shoreline to catch the sunrise. The first kiss you shared on one such walk. It all seems to have gone by in a blur.

17 hours left

You ended up not going to the beach.

You had put on a comedy movie but neither of you laughed much - not because the movie wasn’t funny, but because you just couldn’t bring yourselves to focus. Felix ended up dozing off halfway through, his head nuzzled on your shoulder. You watched the rest of the movie on mute, careful not to move or make a noise so you wouldn’t wake him. He woke up cursing about half an hour later, mad at himself for falling asleep and wasting what little time you have left together. You assured him it was fine, that you were happy just having him by your side. He complained that he wasn’t happy about having spent the half hour unconscious, especially when you were right next to him.

“You’re so cute when you’re sulky,” you’d said, smothering him with kisses. Then he started kissing you back, and uh, let’s just say that the two of you got a little carried away.

12 hours left

Felix sits you down in the living room saying he has a surprise for you.

“Don’t open your eyes until it’s time!”

“How will I know it’s time if I can’t see?”

“You’ll knoww.”

You frown. For a few seconds, there’s only silence. Then you hear a chair being pulled back a few feet away. You hear him clear his throat. You gasp when you hear the piano, your eyes snapping open. A lump forms in your throat as he flashes you a smile and starts singing the first line.

“I know, you know, we know

We weren't meant for each other and it's fine

But if the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

You'd come over and you'd stay the night

Would you love me for the hell of it?

All our fears would be irrelevant

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

The sky'd be falling and I'd hold you tight

And there wouldn't be a reason why

We would even have to say goodbye

If the world was ending

You'd come over, right?

Right?”

There’s something about the way he whisper-sings that last ‘right?’ because suddenly it’s impossible to hold the tears back any longer or pretend nothing's wrong. You run into his arms, clutching him so tight and wonder how the hell that single word could be packed with so much hope and despair and joy and sorrow at the same time because it honestly shattered you.

You suppose it's kind of funny in a sad way, because he's hastily wiping at your cheeks asking you to please not cry but he's crying too, and maybe one day you'll both be able to look back and laugh about this, but right now dear God, you swear you could physically feel your heart break into a million little pieces.

10 hours left

You’re both lying on the couch now, secretly grateful for the cramped space that makes being so squeezed up next to each other necessary. Neither of you suggests moving to the bedroom. You feel his body rise and fall with every breath and you try to focus only on that and not think about anything else. The sun has set and a soft summer breeze blows in through the open window. You watch him absentmindedly fiddle with your intertwined fingers.

“So much for not talking about it,” you snort.

“Well who asked you to start crying and ruin it?”

You elbow him. “Who asked you to choose that stupid song?”

“Hey don’t blame the song!”

“Oh no I’m blaming you, Lee Felix,”

He jabs you in the side playfully and then kisses your cheek. You tilt your head to look at him. His eyes are puffy and the tip of his nose red. Your heart aches at the sight, although your own face is probably no better at the moment. With your free hand, you push back the hair from his forehead. He closes his eyes as you trace lines along his freckles like they’re constellations. “Please don't come to drop me off tomorrow,” you say quietly.

His eyes snap open. He opens his mouth like he's about to protest, then thinks better of it and purses his lips. He nods once, solemnly. He wouldn’t be able to watch you walk away, either.

“Do you regret it?” he asks, after a few minutes of silence.

“What?”

“This. Us. Meeting me.”

“You're a dumbass if you think I do,”

He smiles and the ache eases a little. “I don't either. You're worth the heartbreak,”

You try not to let the word heartbreak sink in. “I didn't know you were capable of being so cheesy,” you tease.

“It's all the excess cheese from the Tteokbokki you made for lunch,” he answers without missing a beat.

“Well you gave me diabetes, it's only fair that I give you high cholesterol,”

He laughs. “God, Y/n...”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing,”

You look over at him again and you know what he meant to say. And why he didn't say it.

10 minutes

You were hoping you could leave quietly before Felix woke up like you had originally planned, but to your dismay and a bit of irritating delight, he was up even before you were. He made coffee, which you both drank at the table wordlessly. He helped with last-minute packing. Then he sat in the living room as you got ready, his expression unreadable.

Your suitcase is by the door. The taxi is waiting outside. You’ve checked and rechecked that you have your passport and other important items. You’ve avoided meeting his eyes since you woke up this morning although you stole plenty of glances when he wasn’t looking because you don’t know if you can handle what you see in them. But you can’t any longer – there’s hardly 10 minutes left before you have to walk out the door. Taking a deep breath, you make your way to where he’s standing. You hesitantly take his hand in yours – they’re cold despite the warm weather. You look up at him and– oh God. What are you even supposed to say? You don’t know and you don’t want to know, you don’t want to say anything that will make this real, you want to pretend none of this is happening. And so you just stare at him helplessly until he cups your face and presses his lips to yours and the entire world melts away for a few minutes.

You had never said your ‘I love you’s. But when you pulled back from the kiss and he looked at you with that earnestness in his watery eyes, it was as clear as day. You knew. And as you make your way to the airport, you can only pray that he knows too.

(Actual clip of Felix singing the song for extra feels)

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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He’ll Have To Go

Fandom: RPF, American Actor, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presely, Female Reader, Original Male Character, Jerry Schilling

Word Count: 2555 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Should I hang up, or will you tell him he'll have to go?

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Toxic Relationship, Cheating, Heartache, Angst, Love, Established Relationship, Vegas Era, 70s Elvis, Phone Sex, ?Semi-Public Phone Sex, Masturbation, Readers Outfit Is Inspired By The Gorgeous Olivia [Because Search Engines Don’t Give Any Bangin Outfits cba], Song Fic, Vegas Hotels, Pictured Caesar’s Palace For The Hotel, Elvis Presley// He’ll Have to Go

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘Excuse me are you miss Y/L/N?’ the waiter said as he appeared at our table. I felt the gaze of everyone at the table fall on me but I ignored them, instead looking at the young man who was waiting for my answer. ‘Yes that’s me,’ I said. ‘There’s a phone call for you in the lobby,’ he said. ‘Oh,’ I said turning to my friends, ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’

There was a chime of responses as I grabbed my purse and shimmied out of the booth so I could follow the boy through the large showroom and out through the doors to the lobby. He led me to a phone bank, pointing at one which had the receiver laying on the wooden shelf below.

‘Thank you,’ I said with a smile and he nodded before he walked across the room and through another set of double doors that led into the bar. I placed my purse on the wooden shelf and then picked up the receiver and put it to my ear, nervous as to who might have gone through the effort to get a hold of me.

‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Y/N?’ a dark sultry voice replied. Elvis. I sighed a little with relief. At least it wasn’t bad news. Though my relief was quickly replaced by irritation. ‘It’s me,’ I said rather curtly. ‘You sure are a hard girl to track down you know that?’ he said with a small laugh. I could picture the smirk on his face. ‘Well maybe that’s because I didn’t want to be found,’ I said. ‘Is that right?’ he asked. ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Well I was under the impression you’d be at my show tonight,’ he replied. ‘Oh, I was,’ I said the anger that had been festering inside me since early this evening returning full throttle, ‘I was there early enough to see some pretty young thing leaving your hotel suite.’ ‘Baby-‘ ‘Don't baby me, Elvis. What? What are you going to say? It’s not what it looks like? She’s just a friend? I’m crazy?’ I said tears stinging my eyes. Elvis sighed deeply.

‘I’m not gonna say any of that,’ he said. ‘You don’t need to. I’ve heard it all before remember?’ I sighed, ‘how did you find me anyway?’ ‘Red,’ he said, ‘I was worried when you didn’t show up…asked him to go out and look for ya.’

As I went to respond there was a clatter behind me and I turned around to find Ron, my date, barrelling through the double doors. He spotted me immediately and came toward me.

‘Are you nearly done Y/N?’ he asked, ‘the shows about to start any minute.’ ‘Who’s that?’ I heard Elvis murmur though the phone was far enough away from my ear it was barely audible. ‘I’ll be through in a minute,’ I said mustering a smile. ‘Well don’t be too long ya hear,’ he said, ‘you’re not gonna wanna miss this.’

And with that, he disappeared back through the double doors. I glanced around the large open room. The lobby was deserted apart from me and a coat check attendant who seemed to be so engrossed in the magazine they were reading they never even looked up as Ron entered and exited. As I placed the handset back to my ear I heard Elvis’ voice repeat his question though now there was a hard edge to it, ‘who was that?’ ‘A friend,’ I said simply. ‘What kind of friend?’ he said his voice laced with accusation. He was irked and I was enjoying it. ‘A new one,’ I said simply, ‘seeing that girl at your suite got me real shook up. So I decided to blow off some steam in the casino. Well you know me I’m awful at gamblin’ but Ron helped me out, his family owns one of the casinos on the strip so he knows what he’s doing. Even said he’d take me to the best show in town here at Caesars.’ ‘Is that right?’ he said. It seemed an innocent question but I knew he would be bubbling with jealousy. See that was the problem with him. He could have a different woman every night, parade them around and never expect any of them to get jealous of the other. But if he saw you with another man? All bets were off.

I didn’t know why I was goading him. Maybe I liked the way it hurt him to know that I could land on my feet without him. Maybe it was the way my heart beat a little quicker knowing he cared about me. Or that the idea of me with another man drove him wild.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Well, that’s unfortunate,’ he said, amusement returning to his tone. He was baiting me. Begging me to yield to him. ‘Why’s that?’ I said, cursing inwardly at my lack of willpower. ‘Because I’m up in my suite,’ he said, ‘laying on my bed thinking about you. I missed you y’know. Out there on that stage. Every time those house lights came up I was looking for you.’ ‘Elvis,’ I sighed feeling my resolve crumble. ‘Now, I gotta be back on stage soon,’ he said, ‘but that doesn’t mean we can’t pretend we’re all alone right now.’ ‘I don’t know EP,’ I said scanning the room again. It was still deserted but the way my skin tingled made me sure that if anyone did come in they’d know exactly what I was doing. ‘Aw come on baby,’ he murmured, ‘put those sweet lips closer to the phone and we can pretend it’s just you and me.’ ‘And get kicked out of this lobby for lewd behaviour?’ I giggled. ‘Now I never said nuthin about being dirty did I, pretty girl?’ he chuckled, ‘but if you’re so inclined.’ ‘EP,’ I said as I twiddled the phone cord around my finger nervously. As I did the door burst open again and Ron appeared looking more frantic than before.

‘Y/N, I was beginning to think you’d run off on me,’ he said coming towards me, ‘what’s taking so long?’ ‘Sorry Ron,’ I said, ‘I’ll be in in a minute.’ ‘Tell him he’ll have to go,’ I heard Elvis say through the receiver, that hard edge back in his voice. ‘Can’t it wait?’ Ron said, his hands coming to his hips as he looked at me imploringly. I should’ve hung up the phone. I should’ve hung up a long time before now. This man was nice. Kind. When I’d been all maudlin and angry playing blackjack in that casino he’d cheered me up and made me laugh. He invited me for dinner. He made me forget about Elvis. I should’ve followed him into that room.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘my friend needs me…girl stuff.’ ‘Well try not to be too long okay?’ he said with a sad smile. I nodded meekly and watched as he turned and disappeared back into the showroom. I sighed turning back to the phone.

‘I can’t believe you made me do that,’ I sighed though I knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. ‘You stayed cos you love me,’ he mumbled, ‘pay no mind about him darlin’. Tell me something.’ ‘What?’ I asked. ‘What are you wearing?’ he mused. ‘Elvis,’ I said, heat creeping up on my cheeks immediately. ‘C’mon,’ he purred, ‘it’s just you and me remember.’

I took another look around the room, making sure I was completely alone. ‘That pink dress I got the other day,’ I said. ‘The sparkly one?’ he asked. ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Bet you look divine,’ he mused breathily. ‘How about you, huh?’ I giggled, ‘you still in that ol sweaty jumpsuit?’ ‘Nah,’ he chuckled, ‘I showered after the show. I’ve just got a towel on now.’ ‘Is that right?’ I mused, ‘creating yourself a little tent?’ ‘Ain’t nothing about me lil honey,’ he purred making me squirm uncomfortably as heat pooled in my lower belly. ‘So,’ I smirked, ‘now you tell me something.’ ‘What’s that mama?’ ‘If I were there…what would we be doing?’ I mused. He cleared his throat and I could hear the sound of the mattress springs underneath him as he shifted his weight.

‘Well, for starters we’d get rid of that tight lil number you have on,’ he said throatily. ‘Yeah?’ I said. He mumbled an ‘mmhmm’ as he shifted again and I could hear the sound of fabric moving, ‘what about what’s underneath?’ ‘What’s that baby?’ ‘That red set you got me on your birthday,’ I said. ‘Fuck,’ he said, ‘you don’t know what you’re doing to me mama.’ ‘Well I hope it’s the same as what we did last Thursday,’ I said, ‘at that lil boutique on the strip.’ ‘Showed me what that pretty mouth of yours could do that day,’ he grunted and I could hear the sound of skin on skin, ‘this don’t feel as good as you do baby.’

I went to reply but there was a noise behind me that startled me and forced me to turn around. A couple came out of the showroom doors clearly mid-argument. They didn’t seem to notice me, too enamoured in the row to even spot me by the phone bank but my confidence ebbed a little.

‘What’s the matter darlin?’ he asked, ‘your friend ain't back is he?’ ‘No,’ I mumbled, ‘people.’ ‘Take no notice of ‘em,’ he said, ‘keep talking.’ ‘E,’ I whispered. ‘Come on baby,’ he said, ‘don’t leave me like this. I need you.’ ‘Tell me what you’d do,’ I said trying to keep the flow and ignore the couple who seemed to want to air their dirty laundry right here in the lobby.

‘You wanna know?’ he said throatily. ‘More than anything baby,’ I purred. ‘First of all,’ he said, ‘I’d rip that pretty lil set you have on right off.’ ‘That makes sense I mean there’s already a hole in this dress you know,’ I giggled, ‘you’re very impatient.’ ‘I know what I want,’ he said. ‘Then what?’ ‘I’d pin you to this bed,’ he said with a little pant, ‘kiss down that perfect body of yours and bury my head between your pretty little thighs.’ ‘Mmm,’ I mused, ‘that’s a dangerous game.’ ‘How’s that?’ he asked. ‘Well you know I can't resist running my fingers through your hair when you do that,’ I purred, ‘and everyone at that late show would know just what you’d been up to.’ ‘You’d love that, wouldn’t you? All them girls knowing that I’d just been fucked,’ he smirked into the phone. ‘Oh, I’d make sure they all knew,’ I said, ‘in fact, I’d make sure the whole of Las Vegas knew.’ ‘Yeah?’ he grunted. His breath was getting heavier now and as I heard the sound of the couple getting more distant I stopped caring. I was all about him now.

‘I bet those cool glass windows would feel real nice against my skin,’ I mused twirling the phone cord around my finger, ‘with you holding me still, pounding into me from behind.’ ‘Fuck baby,’ he grunted. ‘Would you cum in me, Elvis?’ I purred. I surprised myself. I was always so careful. Elvis was too, the sting of a paternity suit making him a little paranoid. But this wasn’t about babies. This was about marking his territory. This was about us.

‘I would,’ he said, ‘fill you up nice in front of the whole of Las Vegas.’ ‘The best show in town?’ I chuckled. ‘In the world baby,’ he grunted, ‘you want it? You want me to cum deep inside you baby?’ ‘More than anything,’ I whispered. ‘Fuck Y/N,’ he said but his voice gave way to loud rampant moans. He was panting hard and my own heart was hammering away in my chest I thought I may burst. As he came around he mumbled a little, ‘oh baby.’

‘You good EP?’ I asked unable to stop myself from smiling. ‘More than good mama,’ he chuckled, ‘you oughta see the mess you made.’ ‘Well you don’t have long to clean up baby,’ I said my eyes jumping to the clock on the wall. He was due on stage in ten minutes. ‘I know,’ he said, ‘and you’ve got your show to watch huh?’ ‘Maybe,’ I said biting my lip. ‘Maybe?’ he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I should hang up and go and watch the show with Ron as planned. But before I knew it the words were tumbling out my mouth, ‘maybe I’ll see if I can get into your late show instead.’ ‘Hmmm,’ he said, ‘that sounds like a good idea to me.’ ‘I mean it won’t be a patch on the lil show we just threw together but you never know it might be worth a watch,’ I giggled. ‘I think it might,’ he said, ‘though I don’t know how good it’ll be I’m sure I’ll be spending most of it looking for you in the crowd.’ ‘I better get a move on then. Wouldn’t want you to be distracted on my account.’ ‘I’ll get Jerry to come and get you. Meet him out front,’ he said, ‘bye darlin.’ ‘Bye,’ I said listening as the line went dead. With a small sigh, I placed it back on its holder and grabbed my purse turning to head back into the auditorium.

As my hand touched the door though I paused. Then, cowardly, I turned and headed down to the bar through the double doors opposite. This room was a bit busier than the last, a couple of patrons sitting at a couple of tables whilst waiters lingered near the bar ready to be summoned. I walked up to the boy I had met before who was talking to a pretty waitress. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned.

‘Hey,’ I said, ‘do you remember me? The girl from the phone bank?’ ‘Yes Miss,’ he said, ‘how can I help?’ ‘You remember the guy I was sitting with?’ I asked, ‘in the back booth in the corner?’ ‘Yeah, you’re Mr Mallin’s guest, right?’ he said. ‘Yeah, could you do me a favour?’ I asked and he nodded, ‘would you let him know I’ve had to go?’ ‘And if he asks why?’ he said. I bit my lip nervously. I knew he wasn’t prying. I knew his question was a fair and simple one but it still made my stomach knot. But the truth was a hard pill to swallow and so the only thing I managed to get out was, ‘A friend needs me.’

He nodded but before he could say anything more I was headed towards the exit hoping Jerry would pull up before the waiter got word back to my date.

#my writing #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis fic #elvis smut #elvis presley x reader #reader fic #halloween challenge #halloween writing challenge #hell have to go #song fic

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Green Green Dress

Part of my coffee shop AU check it out #howdys coffeeshop or #dianawrites - wanted to get something done before the new year and what a coincidence! this is set at a New Year’s party! songfic to green green dress from tick tick boom while I get more comfortable writing longer pieces. I reserve the right to retcon this as I finish the AU but Happy New Year besties!

Last time on Cool Beans: Rose has been working at the cafe since the summer. Rose and Dimitri have been secretly dating since Thanksgiving. This is them at the Belikova's New Year’s party.

Dimitri should not have been nervous. They’ve managed to keep it to themselves for weeks, enjoying the new relationship in private.

What he wasn’t prepared for was that dress. That green, green dress. It was kryptonite.

Rose had just entered the Belikova home for their annual New Year’s party. The living room was filled with families from the neighborhood, all wanting to celebrate the past year. Dimitri was making his way through the crowd but Viktoria beat him to the door.

“Rose! You made it!” Viktoria squealed as she hugged her.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Rose replied, hugging Viktoria back in return. Rose only met the youngest Belikova when she returned home for the holidays but they were becoming fast friends.

Dimitri finally made it to the entryway when he overheard his sister.

“You look gorgeous! You must tell me where you got that dress?”

Rose turned around almost sheepishly from hanging her coat on the rack.

“It’s not too much, is it? There weren’t many options at the thrift store,” Rose glanced towards to crowd inside, sighing in relief when she noticed she wasn’t the only one dressed to the nines.

“It’s thrifted? It looks like it was made for you," Viktoria continued with her compliments.

Hearing the pause, Dimitri took the chance to enter the conversation.

“I have to agree with that sentiment. You look beautiful, Roza.”

Deep, dark velvet hugs your silhouette Black silk stockings, you're my Juliet

The dress was emerald green velvet. A halter neck with twenty buttons down the back. Rose wore it with black silk stockings and a pair of low black slingback heels.

Rose shot Dimitri a devilish grin. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Comrade.”

This was as dressed up as Dimitri would get in his family’s home. A navy turtleneck paired with crisp black slacks. He ran his hand through his hair at the comment. The movement drew attention to a new accessory, a silver chain with a cross. A Christmas present from Rose.

Sensing the shift in tone and the longing looks the pair were giving each other, Viktoria mumbled an excuse about finding her baby niece and excused herself.

Dimitri guided her through the living room to the kitchen where his mother was stationed at the island. “Rose! So glad you could make it! Please help yourself to anything you like,” said Olena.

They left the kitchen with heaping servings of Olivier salad and sparkling wine.

They mingled and danced for hours. Fireworks were set off in the backyard. Many shots were drunk. They wanted to be subtle but the dress proved to be too much. Dimitri could not keep his hands off her and Rose relished in the feeling.

Unlike the New Year’s parties of her past, most of which she was just accompanying Lissa, Rose did not feel alone in the crowd. She didn’t feel like an outsider intruding. The Belikova’s had insisted she be a part of the family photo. With her arms around Karolina and Dimitri, she couldn’t help but feel like she was home somehow.

It felt like not long after the party had started, it had quieted down. Midnight had come and gone and it was a brand new year.

Let's find a chair where we can sit and talk Or get some fresh air, maybe we could take a walk Tell me what you're thinkin', talk about your day Tell me what to do, I'll do anything you say

Most of the guests had returned home and the younger children were put to bed. Rose and Dimitri had finished cleaning up a while ago but they were hesitant to leave immediately after.

They went out to the patio for some fresh air, hoping to cool off from the alcohol. Dimitri held Rose close as they swayed to a soft 80’s pop ballad he had saved on his phone, listening through a pair of wired earbuds.

Dimitri stopped suddenly when he noticed something on the ceiling.

“I thought Adrian had taken down all the Christmas decorations.”

Rose looked to where Dimitri was and spotted the mistletoe decorated with red and gold ribbon.

“Just kiss me, Comrade. I’ve been waiting all night."

With a request like that, Dimitri had to oblige. They met in the middle for a soft kiss.

“Maybe, we could do a little more than just kissing,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her neck.

Rose’s eyes widened as she remembered where they were. On the patio of his family home and his family still inside.

“Who are you and what have you done with Dimitri?”

“You asked me what my resolution is. I want to open up more. I don’t want to hide what we have.”

Rose was taken aback by this declaration, albeit a slightly drunken one, but a declaration nonetheless.

“I need to know what Vika snuck into the wine to get you this affectionate.”

“Nothing at all. It’s you, Roza. It’s always just you. You don’t know what you do to me sometimes.”

Rose wasn’t blind, she could see the look in his eyes whenever she teased him. She knows the effect she has on him. However, it was nothing compared to the desire that grew in her that only his words of adoration could bring out. He wants her but he also wants all of her. Not just her body but her soul as well. That’s why she loves him.

“I believe you have another present to unwrap.”

They managed to make it to his car before the buttons were completely undone.

The green, green dress What a pleasure to unwrap Green dress, oh, what it can do What the green, green dress does to me on you Me on you

#howdys coffeeshop #dianawrites

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Can you do Itachi x reader x Izumi?

Like yn is like Olivia Rodrigo. I meant to say she's a singer like her and she has come to Konoha for her concert but two years ago yn confessed her love to Itachi but bc of Izumi she got rejected (make up any excuse) now yn is back for her show and she sings Deja Vu. How'd Itachi react?

do you get deja vu?

[🗼] OKAYY i have to confess I have actually thought about this more than once oka,, I love this but im not such an angst lover so I didn't make it as angsty as I previously have imagined, hope you still like this <33

also the setting is a bit weird, didn't know if modern would be as accurate so lets just stick with narutoverse singer au ???

characters: itachi uchiha; Izumi uchiha

genre: singer au ?; angsty; not too much comfort; kind of songfic; non massacre au

warnings: fem!reader; singer!reader; tw: emotional pff; jealousy; self doubting; self disappointment;

word count: 3,279

singing was always a part of you, writing about your feelings in poetry, to then sing them in front of others.

in this world ruled by shinobi, your desires weren't as supported, but at the end of the day, you still had your loved ones who helped you through the path.

itachi uchiha was one of them. you met the quiet boy during some weird circumstances, but he always admired you. you were different from the people of his clan, of this world. itachi looked out for a world without wars, battles, only peace; and when you confessed him your true wishes, he could only wish for you the best.

it didn't take long for the two of you to be very close friends. itachi only had three friends: shisui uchiha, you, and Izumi uchiha.

you met her just a few times, itachi wasn't really fond of mixing up his friendships. but what you did notice was the glances she would shoot him. you knew right away. you couldn't blame Izumi though, itachi was very handsome and of course a true gentleman.

however, it wasn't into you the jealously that would come after. you were certain itachi would spend so much more time with you than with Izumi, but you couldn't help it. you started doubting your feelings until you accepted them: you were in love with itachi.

friendship is a term that can be manipulated enough to be mistaken for love. and that was exactly your case.

when itachi got to hang out with you, it was to release some stress from the exhausting shinobi world, so he would often enjoy of many domestic activities. when you were out at the park, itachi would buy you two ice creams, strawberry was his personal favorite. you would be together in a secret spot above the hokage mountain to watch the sunrise, just before itachi had to head to his next mission. during wintertime, itachi would be kind enough to give you his jacket; he did it so many times you had to buy him a new one, unintentionally mistaking his size. he had now a smaller jacket that has written a "thank you" on the tag.

however you always remained quiet about your feelings.

countless of many things did you do together during the best years of your lives. you were certain that girl Izumi wasn't even at your level of closeness with itachi as you were.

however that wasn't true whatsoever.

it was one morning, your throat felt sore from all the signing from the previous night. you performed your best songs in front of a bunch of rich people. of course you knew the power they held, hence why you chose the best of the best.

there was a small envelope at your mail box. since the moment you glanced at the fancy writing and the gold details, you knew it was a result from your efforts. you read the letter once, twice, until you were certain what you read was true.

a two-year tour to promote your music.

you were over the moon. this was your ultimate dream and you were finally going to accomplish every goal you had set yourself.

...

you were to leave konoha in two weeks. after talking to the men that were promoting and sponsoring your new music career, you agree that was a reasonable amount of time for you to arrange your things and say a proper farewell to your loved ones.

of course one of them being itachi. but damn the way you were received.

the uchiha compound was already in your view, itachi's house becoming bigger and bigger as you walked down the road. you didn't tell him anything, not even that you were coming, so your visit would be a surprise.

after knocking at the door, mikoto met you. in her face a kind smile.

"hi y/n. what brings you here?"

you couldn't contain your grin at the thought of the news, "oh, I just came to visit itachi. I have something important to tell him."

mikoto's smile faltered a bit. she knew of your liking for his son. she loved you as much as a daughter, so she wasn't certain if you would be comfortable with what you were going to see.

"you see... itachi is a little occupied right now, my love-" she was interrupted by a voice you knew too well.

"we will be out, mother."

you arched your eyebrow as your angled your head enough to see past behind mikoto. it was itachi. he looked as handsome as any other day. his casual clothes always made him look so domestic. however, you spotted someone behind him. was it sasuke? no, it was a brown mane. oh no.

"oh! itachi... Izumi..." itachi's mother was left behind, she herself feeling the intense and uncomfortable atmosphere the three of the young adults were radiating.

"y/n...?" itachi was a little taken aback by your sudden visit. and he knew he was exposed. you would demand an explanation for this, probably. "what are you doing here?"

"umm..." an evident look of awkwardness was present on your face. you eyed Izumi. for an instance, you understood why some uchiha men claimed she was beautiful. an abrupt feeling of insecurity rushed through your body. "I wanted to talk to you about something. b-but it's okay! you look busy..." you let the obvious venom escape from that last sentence.

"don't." itachi forgot about the girl's presence next to him for a brief moment, only focusing on the two of you. gosh, when you were before him, he could only think about you. "if it's really important, I'll listen." he glanced at Izumi.

"of course! don't worry about it, y/n. if itachi needs you, that's okay!" she shot you one of the kindest smiles you had ever seen. you felt bad about your jealously and insecurity again.

"oh... well," you couldn't help but hum, thinking carefully about your next words. "remember last week I performed at that bar in front of a bunch of rich men?" itachi nodded. "well... one of them contacted me, and he offered me a world tour to promote my music!"

you couldn't hold back the contentment in your tone. you were smilling like a madman. the news still shocked you even after a week.

itachi cracked a soft smile seeing your excitement. Izumi grinned too. it was clear both of them were very happy for you, this was your dream after all. itachi walked to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

"I'm so happy for you... I knew you were talented enough for this and more..." his lips brushed your ear as he said those words in the sweetest tone, his voice low and deep. you were melting in his arms.

the world around you disappeared. your mind erased both Izumi and mikoto who were still around you. you looked up at itachi, a genuine smile adorning his handsome feature. you decided then, before leaving, you were going to confess.

...

three days previous the tour, you wanted to hang out with itachi for the last time. the next days would be full of filling up paperwork. you were sat at your usual hidden spot. the warm hues of the rising sun invading your view.

"itachi... I would like to tell you something before I go," you were decided. maybe it was to relieve this feeling off your chest finally, or because you wanted to spend the last days with him knowing you loved him.

itachi hummed, looking at you and waiting for you to continue.

"i... i don't know how to put this, but..." you started fiddling with your fingers, voice threatening to start trembling. "we have known each other for quite a while, and while I always appreciated our friendship, I guess I ended up having these deep feelings for you," you turned to look at him, gaze dominant. "and they are not what a friend should feel like... more like someone who is in love with her friend..."

the look at itachi's face was unclear. he looked shocked, but also as if he knew about this. with your eyebrows clenched together, you open your mouth, only to be shut down by him.

"y/n... I always saw you like a very close friend of mine," you smiled, remembering all the moments you had together. "but," oh no, here it comes. "I can't do this to Izumi..."

"what" it didn't come out as a question. you were feeling a bit sick on the depths of your stomach, as if vomit were to emerge from you. "I-i don't think I understand, itachi."

a soft sigh was released from his lips. "I had a feeling you've liked me for a while now... but im so sorry, y/n," his eyes were apologetic, "I can't do this to her. we have been seeing each other for a few months now. she confessed and told me many things, and I started considering her more than a friend."

your sobs died in the back of your throat. you didn't know how to feel. you knew Izumi was kind with everyone, but every time she was with itachi, she would like him more and more.

many battles and disputes were going on on your mind. what should you say? you didn't even know what you were feeling at the moment. would itachi be mad at you for not wishing them good?

"i-i... itachi,"

"it's okay. im sorry this has to be this way," of course it could have been different, "I understand your feelings. you will still have all my support always." he moved closer to you, your eyes fixated on the ground. strong and warm arms embraced you tenderly. you wonder if you had told him earlier, would you have had a chance?

...

it was torture to see them. after confessing to itachi, you didn't talk to him again.

ready to set your mind only on your career, you weren't prepared to see that image. as much as you tried to avoid them, they would appear out of nowhere.

itachi and Izumi holding hands.

itachi buying Izumi a strawberry ice cream.

itachi making Izumi laugh, happy tears running down her rosy cheeks.

it made you sick. you still didn't get your feelings through, so these images really stuck on your head.

you could have swear you saw Izumi wear the jacket you gifted itachi.

you went crying to your house that day, sleeping between sobs just the night before leaving.

...

success was written on your future. the tour was being even better than in your dreams. it benefited you so much, you were a bit overwhelmed a few times, realizing fame and money were now a part of you.

you sat on your bed at the hotel you were staying, itinerary on your hand. it was relief your new "manager," if you would call him that, left you even see the places you would be performing at.

your eyes scanned over the paper, stopping at a single word.

konohagakure.

the tour wasn't even over yet, a year and a half flying in a blink of an eye. you were only three quarters done with this and you were already coming back to your town.

you felt enthusiastic. you missed all your friends and a part of you still wanted to see him.

yes, he broke your heart. he smashed it with his bare hand, but you still felt nostalgic. and you had just the right song for him.

you wrote it mid-tour, just when you were having a breakdown. your mind playing all of the most intense experience you had over your past years, itachi's rejection being one of them. it was when an idea flashed through your mind, mental exhaustion being replaced by creativity.

word after word, you had your lyrics, and the melody was just as in your mind. you played it on you keyboard, merging both parts and now creating a new song.

people actually seemed to enjoy it a lot. perhaps they identified with your story a lot, similar things happening to them. you loved it, all the applauses, the cheers, the screams for another song. it was everything you have every wanted.

you couldn't wait to show all of this to itachi.

...

"this next song has quite a story. I definitely wrote it thinking about someone. I wish I said this to his face, but I guess im better at signing it."

you adjusted the microphone. it was at a right level, but it was just to shake your nerves off.

the melody started, your voice ready to perform. you tried hard to make out the faces of your audience, but the blinding white lights didn't allow you. you thought of itachi as you started signing, unaware that exact person was present.

itachi immediately purchased the tickets for your concert as soon as he saw the poster hanging outside his favorite dango shop. he was very excited to see you again. he knew you were almost done with your tour, but this small gig made his heart flutter. how were you? what things happened to you? how many new people had you met? did you think about him? did you miss him?

clapping loudly, he was cheerful the moment your opening song started. he loved all your songs. he knew the story of few, being there when you wrote them, but he still liked the new ones he knew you wrote along your journey.

this new next song that you said you wrote it for someone left itachi thinking. did you meet someone else during the tour? the most possessive part of him hoped not.

just as you started signing, itachi understood all the references.

it was about him.

♪ i bet she's bragging to all her friends saying you're so unique ♪

itachi knew you were talking about Izumi. he felt a sudden tug on his chest.

♪ so when you gonna tell her that we did that too? ♪

oh no. itachi always considered himself to be able to emphasize with other people, especially his loved ones. so what happened when he rejected you? he didn't think too much about how you must have felt. he felt horrible, a despicable friend.

he tried to concentrate focusing at your song, but everything that was on his mind was your feelings. of course you thought of him more than a friend, but he let himself be carried away by her, following blindly his clan's stupid hunger for keeping the bloodline pure.

maybe he did love you too.

♪ do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ♪

of course he did. everything they did together, itachi knew he did it with you. he thought it was just his way of showing affection, but actually it was because he was thinking about you.

♪ a different girl now but there's nothing new ♪

itachi didn't even notice when the song ended; he was too focused on his traitorous mind. he saw you there, sitting in front of a bunch of people. he guessed you couldn't see anything since you never looked at him. he wanted to see you more. you were staying one extra night so he might as well just try.

...

it wasn't hard for itachi to decipher your exact location. he was a skilled ninja after all.

standing in front of your door, he ran out of ideas of what to do. this was so unlike him. he always knew what to do, what to say. but with you, it was always so different.

a subtle knock was heard in your door. it was so quiet that you doubted if someone was outside. maybe they were just a bit too nervous–he was–.

you opened it, a wave of emotions danced through your body at the sight of those beautiful black eyes. itachi looked incredible that night.

your mouth made an o shape then it transformed into a happy smile. "itachi!" your boisterous voice startling him a bit. "you are here!" you couldn't stop yourself and before you knew it, you were throwing yourself at the tall boy, hugging him tightly. itachi could only stifle in your aroma, oh how he missed you.

"haha... of course im here," his smile widened. "I told you I would never stop supporting you."

it was very subtle, but before you noticed, you were catching up with itachi in your hotel room. you almost forgot about him and Izumi. at the end of the day, he was truly your best friend, and not even his rejection changed that.

he took the initiative though, changing the subject of your conversation to that of your songs. you were always happy to explain to him the meaning behind your writing, but for that song, it felt different.

"so that last song..." itachi's eyes didn't know where to land on. "I liked it."

his simple comment made you fluster a bit. "oh, thank you," an honest, kind smile on your face, "I wrote it thinking about you..." it was now or never. if you didn't let these feelings out now, perhaps you could regret it not doing it later.

"yeah, I could see that. look–"

"no, no," you stopped him as soon as those words left his mouth. you didn't want to listen to him talking about her so deliberately. "it's okay, I understand. I can't just claim those activities belong to me or something," you laughed a bit sheepishly. "I was just so... bottled up and I just let those feelings in that song," your voice broke.

"y/n..." itachi got closer, his large hand going to your cheek, caressing the small tears off your face. "we broke up."

"w-what?"

"I felt as if I was forcing myself to love her. I didn't want to let her suffer because of my inability of getting my emotions together."

you wanted to feel bad, but deep inside you, you felt relieved. you always knew they wouldn't last. maybe the most jealous and wretched part of you wanted them to fail as a couple.

the only thing that could leave your mouth was an insincere "im sorry."

"don't be. she is happy now, fortunately. Izumi is about to marry a boy I barely know a thing of," itachi's smiles were always so genuine. it only caused you to feel worse about yourself for wishing her a bad ending.

"that song..." your voice trembled, scared of messing things up again. "I wrote it when I was thinking about that time I confessed my feelings, itachi." the way your lips danced around his name, itachi could only bring himself to love it. his eyes were wide open, his undivided attention on you only. "I've meet so many great guys during this tour, but all I could think of was you..."

itachi felt yet again a tug on his chest. his heart was screaming at him to lean on and kiss you. and for the first time in many years, he let his emotions win. the hand caressing your face went behind to your nape, bringing you closer to him. his eyes closed as he leaned his lips on yours, touching them so tenderly you wonder if he was even real.

the kiss lasted a few seconds, just touching your mouths, but it felt as if the both of you were yearning for it. itachi's gaze was one of a man in love, a soft smile on his beautiful face.

"i will get back to you once the tour ends."

"i will wait for you then."

#my god #I wrote this over the week #didn't think it would take me that long #not my best work but ehh #itachi uchiha #itachi #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi #itachi x you #naruto

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