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I wonder if youâve ever thought about like, a glitch or a virus in the Animus accidentally causing all the playable ancestors to become self-aware and sentient. I kind of like the idea of them realizing theyâre all essentially kinda stuck in the Animus servers and then banding together to essentially blow up Abstergo. hell, maybe Desmond is the reason why theyâre all sentient, something about the Apple and the Eye started doing weird things to the samples they took from him so now the ancestors have to find his consciousness!
also I am ngl I think it would be very funny for them to occasionally be able to break into each otherâs simulations for various purposes. Edward popping into the American Revolutionary War to say hi to his kid and grandkid. Jacob and Evie and Henry in Constantinople. AltaĂŻr rolling around in the Caribbean, god help this poor non-swimmer.
(and maybe once theyâve gotten him out of wherever heâs been stashed Desmond can teach these guys how to like actually get into Abstergoâs servers and start ruining their lives?)
Ooooohhh, this would be fun and, considering which company Abstergo partnered with to develop the Animus games, this could have just as easily happened because bugs had always been part of the course when it concerned the games they have published.
It might have been a flaw in the Animus game console itself, simply because they had developed a âconsoleâ that either didnât require that the user be related to the genetic memory at all (which had been necessary to stabilize and synchronize with the memories) or they had included a âdata setâ that includes the DNA origin to stabilize and synchronize with the memories (which meant that they were dealing with a setup they had not fully checked yet (considering Black Flagâs modern day setting was set in 2013 and was released before Rogueâs modern day setting in 2014, that would mean that their Animus iteration had to have been developed and send to Abstergo Entertainment with Sample 17âs data in a year or less).
Also, also, we have seen how âvirusesâ can interact with the Abstergo games. Liberationâs secret ending which shows the âscenesâ that Abstergo tried to remove so that it seemed like Aveline joined the Templar Order in the end could only be accessed by finding a specific NPC in the game in various memory blocks.
So, in this scenario, the whole ânon-canon characterâ popping into other games could have happened during development BUT the Animus game they ship was meant to copy the memory blocks that research analysts got in development so those small inconsistencies could have happened during their breaks or flat-out during a time when no one was using the Animus at all.
The easter eggs (or some fans like to call them âtoo unrealistic and plain fanserviceâ) would be included in all the copies of their specific games those games only had minor tweaks to ensure they wonât crash (and have DRMs, I guess) and lesser time for Q&A because, letâs face it, they needed to cut costs somewhere before they were shipped off to ensure they had a yearly release.
It became just a normal part of the charm of these games and Abstergo is just going âYes, itâs meant to show that we are all connected no matter how many centuries we are from one another!â but internally there are memos going âWHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING???â.
Also, alsoâŠ
We should set up some kind of timeline, I guess?
Because, as far as we can be sure, the only confirmed games that Abstergo Entertainment released are the following:
Liberations (based on Liberation with Aveline) - Prior to 2013
Pirates of Nightmares (based on Black Flag with Edward) - Around 2013 (also has a movie version called Devils of the Caribbean)
Note: We do not have any confirmation that they released any games based on Shay Cormac and, honestly, with how much Shayâs defection hinged on the power of the artifact (which they had probably had to cut out since they were going for ârealismâ), any games based on Rogue would probably need a lot of cuts and edits. They might have just, you know, given up on that in the end.
Buuuuutttt we have confirmation of these games as having been published prior to Arno Dorianâs memories being checked:
Not counting the three on the bottom which we donât really have any information about, this means that we have confirmation that the following have been released (and, in Edwardâs and Avelineâs case, this could have been a re-release ala HD remastered style which Liberation did get in the PS4 era):
AltaĂŻr
Shao Jun
Ezio (also, itâs just sooo Abstergo to go for âFear and Loathing in Florenceâ, a reference to AC2, but use Ezioâs Brotherhood robes⊠soooo like Abstergo to use the Brotherhood!Ezio model)
Ratonhnhaké:ton
Aveline
Edward
BUT then you also get
Jacques De Molay
Rodrigo Borgia
Haytham Kenway
This means that if you want the Animus servers' data to be sentient then you can make at least these three Templars sentient as well if you wish to add more conflict to the entire thing.
Now, if we keep the supposed release date with the idea that they released it as Aveline â Edward â AltaĂŻr â Shao Jun â Ezio â RatonhnhakĂ©:ton â HD releases (or maybe Helix is meant to be a collection like the real-world example of Ezio Trilogy or Rebels Collection)
Then what can happen is that Aveline is the first one to âwake upâ and she finds herself in the Caribbean, waking up on Edwardâs ship. She tries to ask where she is and her appearance caused Edward to snap out of the âAnimus controlâ and gain sentient.
Then they decide to try and find out where they are via the Jackdaw, sailing her beyond the supposed walls of this place they find themselves in.
Itâs during their travels and checking the strange ports (imagine lots of glitching + the entire vibe of Animus Island back in Revelations with each map turned into an island so this means that landlocked maps like Florence and Monteriggioni are now islands) that they see an Assassin taking down a target at the port before running away. They give chase and thatâs how they meet AltaĂŻr in Acre docks. Their appearance snapped AltaĂŻr into gaining sentient but not just thatâŠ
He remembers up to his death, unlike Aveline who remembers up to her wedding night and Edward who remembers up to a night with Tessa.
No.
AltaĂŻr knows more about where they are than he should.
And thatâs when he sees it.
A figure walking the streets of Acre, walking further and further away from them, clad in white that did not belong in his time.
AltaĂŻr gives chase and the two followed him because AltaĂŻr knows more than them, that was for sure.
AltaĂŻr still loses him but he feels like he knows that figure⊠knows itâs a man and heâs important.
He points at Edward as he says, âImportant to both of us.â
But he also knows the man isnât here in the island composed of AltaĂŻrâs memories anymore.
And Aveline and Edward get a crash course of who they truly are (digital construct of the memories of long-dead Assassins) and where they are. The where is more confusing because AltaĂŻr uses words like âthe Animus must always be online to connect to the serversâ, âthis is the server that has all the data of all researched and analyzed memoriesâ, etc but Edward just summarized it as âprison created by Templars, right?â
âIn a way.â
So they board the Jackdaw to try and find an exit and to find this supposed man that was important to AltaĂŻr and Edward.
Along the way, they docked in a port that ends with them waking up Shao Jun as sheâs running away from those hunting her. She remembered that this was the memory where her mentor told her to find Ezio Auditore and AltaĂŻr thinks he knows the name.
âBut I know of a different name for him as well⊠Prophet. He was⊠He was the prophet of that man.â
Shao Jun joins them and she recognized Florence so they docked there and they find Ezio who was looking for feathers.
Ezio stares at AltaĂŻr for a moment then he stares behind AltaĂŻr, his eyes going wild. AltaĂŻr immediately knew what he was looking at he quickly turned around.
This time, the figure was running the rooftops of Florence and the two gave chase, making the rest run after them.
During the chase, Ezio shouts, âDesmond!â and the figure stopped and turned around.
Before they could see his face, a flock of birds flew between them, and the man was gone.
They reached where they last saw the man and Ezio recognized it.
This⊠was where he and Federico wished that their lives would not change⊠the day before Ezioâs entire life turned upside down.
With Ezio becoming part of their crew, Ezio had the same information as AltaĂŻr. He knows who he is, where they are, and what they truly are.
But his memories end after seeing AltaĂŻrâs remains underneath Masyaf.
And⊠he also has his Apple.
AltaĂŻr sees the Apple and realizedâŠ
He opened his pouch and, yesâŠ
He has an Apple as well.
So Ezio joined them too and they continue to sail Jackdaw. (If youâd like AdĂ©walĂ© to be sentient as well even if we have no confirmation that Abstergo profited from his memories as well, this would be a good time to do it)
This time, they get into a naval combat with an unknown ship and Edward is enjoying himself. The ship was beautiful and whoever was in command knew what they were doing.
So Edward decided to ram it and theyâd all pile onto the other ship. The crew wouldnât be able to win against 5 Assassins after all.
But the moment they rammed the ship, both of their ships began to glitch just as they hear a man with a British accent shout, âHow is it you came to captain a ship, given the way you sail?â
When the glitching stopped, the Jackdaw looked like it had absorbed the other ship, creating a new ship that seemed to be a merged version of the two.
And there was an Assassin on board that they didnât know. An Assassin holding an Apple and⊠he was looking to their right.
Where a lone island filled with buildings taller than any towers they had ever seen could be seen just before the horizon.
The Assassin pointed at the island and turned to face Edward as he said, âHeâs waiting for us there⊠grandfather.â
(If you want Haytham to gain sentient, heâs in the captainâs quarters and heâd open the door a few seconds later with a splitting headache, telling RatonhnhakĂ©:ton his sailing is shit then stop when he sees Edward. Cue awkward family reunion)
Other Unorganized Notes:
Iâm sorry I couldnât include Jacob, Evie, and Henry, nonny. :(
This was focused on the idea that the Abstergo servers mainly have data of the published âgamesâ while the memories still being researched are in another more secured private server.
Although, considering that Arno and the Frye twins were more âmodifiedâ by the Assassins, maybe they could come in as a virus before Edward and the others meet RatonhnhakĂ©:ton. I think it would be a change of pace if Arno and the Fryes (with Jayadeep) know more than the âold guardsâ. Hell, they could say âWe hitched a ride with the virus Erudito sent to find Sample 17 because the public noticed he always makes an appearance as an NPC in all the games so the Assassins think that heâs somewhere here.â âHeâs not 17. His name is Desmond.â âRight, didnât mean to offend anybody.â
#sentient animus data au#i guess?#i do have a sorta-kinda similar idea?#but imma vague about it because i plan to write and post it before mirageâs release#weâll see how the wind blows on that one XD#also i have a sentient animus who took altaĂŻrâs personality to contact desmond during the events of ac1#anyway#letâs add the tags#ask and answer#assassin's creed#desmond miles#altaĂŻr ibn la'ahad#ezio auditore#ratonhnhakĂ©:ton#connor kenway#edward kenway#aveline de grandpre#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed
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youâre a bit different than how they described you. From Gwen to Charlie Weasley - Acciomusa
Charlie looked up from his notes, an amused smile on his lips as he opened his mouth to ask. "And how exactly did you imagine me?" he asked. On the one hand, he wondered what people might thought of him, how he was described. Because usually, as a Weasley, they had a certain picture in mind. Yet, he never really live up to that picture. After all he was working with dragons, out in the wild and was not set behind a desk.
"Surprised I still have all my limbs?" he joked.
@acciomusa
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if you sent this in regards to the "i wish you would write..." kink thing, then, well, babe, i am happy to tell you that it's already on the agenda đ (esteban + kinkyish smut, that is. you know which pairing. you know.) đ
(if you just sent this randomly to reaffirm your love for our dear mr ocon, and i only saw it now bcs i'm the worst at answering asks - SORRY BABYYY. but also, check out the "i wish you would write..." kink thing. also also, esteban is still only P8 overall for me. at best. and also, in my fics... he shall suffer. :D)
#asks & answers#ask game#i wish you would (the kinky fic version)#the longer i'm looking at this the more sure i am that you didn't send it about the kink thing at all....#*stares dramatically into the middle distance; wind blowing through my loose waves of hair*#but never let it be said that i don't answer when you ask. never let it be said#i may answer with the most random shit ever. and it may be weeks late. but answer i shall đ#đ€Łđ€Łđ ily anyway#my esteban ocon loving bestie... *sighs deeply but also very fondly*#briony tag đâ€ïž
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@anunkindncssâ asked:Â go inside and lock the door and don't come out until i say so. Â (Jason x willow)
dramatic & protective relationship prompts
The brunette was looking at the other. Her mind was not able to proceed what was happening, though as a nurse she should have strong nerves. She weakly nodded, taking a step back to walk towards the room. But then she stopped. Turning around one last time to look at him. âI donât think itâs a good idea to let you deal with this on your own.â she spoke, her voice a little shaky. âI should stay with you.âÂ
#{ i just wanna stay in my lavender haze; interactions willow fox }#{ anyway the wind blows; answered ask }#anunkindncss
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ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES
a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL
cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers
MONKEY D. LUFFY
â 6.5â but thinks heâs average, so he doesnât stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when heâs raring to go.
â he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. itâs almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and youâre left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if heâs doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant âsâ so, ah! good, fuck, dâ donât stop!â like a prayer.
RORONOA ZORO
â long, fat and heavy. heâs blessed with a stunning 7.3â length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and itâs rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesnât see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, heâll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.
â you insisted that you didnât need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes controlâholding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until youâre screaming.
SANJI VINSMOKE
â 6.4â and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesnât grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but heâll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.
â he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.
USUPP
â coming in at 5.8â, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. heâs soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and heâs be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head thatâs olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.
â his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, âi want youâ and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.
BUGGY
â sorry buggy simps but heâs definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6â! also, itâs ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least itâs really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when heâs fucking you? heâll fuck you out and make you believe heâs 8â and 5â.
â he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, âtaking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckinâ cunt was made for my cock.â
SHANKS
â he doesnât act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. itâs 7.8â, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so heâs bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesnât really think much about it.
â he doesnât look like heâs putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what heâs doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until youâre absolutely wrecked. when heâs close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.
#tojiphile#one piece#one piece smut#luffy x reader#zoro x reader#sanji x reader#usupp x reader#buggy x reader#shanks x reader#luffy x you#zoro x you#sanji x you#usupp x you#buggy x you#shanks x you#one piece live action#one piece x reader#smut blog
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to love and be loved | jeon wonwoo
SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo tells you about his first (and only) love. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers WARNINGS. self-doubt talk on reader's end, self-indulgent wooweee, this was painfully hard to write lmao n have no idea if any of this makes sense WORD COUNT. 1.6k
requested from anon: Hiiiiiiii first of all congratssss for you 2k. For the event, ive been thinking the same exact story with wonwoo and #6 from list 3 - #6: âYouâre not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You just⊠Need to let me in, and let me show you youâre just as worthy of love as anyone else is.â
notes: i'd quite literally do anything to have these kinds of talks with wonwoo âčïžâčïž. anyway i hope u all enjoy this <3 hits close to home >< tysm anon hehe <3
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"Hey, uh, Wonwoo?"
"Mhm?"
"...have you ever been in love?"
A cricket chirps into the evening air right after you ask, and you suddenly feeling like you're holding in a long-winded breath. Then you hear a loud crunch by Wonwoo from the crackers he was snacking on, and you blink up to him wiping away the corner of his mouth. There's the slightest glimpse of a curve to his lips that you manage to catch.
He silently offers you a cracker in your direction, the anticipating silence between the two of you growing thickly. You take the cracker from his hand, muttering a quiet thanks, before nibbling on it absentmindedly.
The night is absolutely beautiful right now, swearing that you could spot and make out the constellations above if you squinted hard enough. The distant chirping of crickets is the only sound that breaks the silence as the coolness of the night rolls in, carrying with it slight breeze that whispers through the leaves overhead the balcony of your apartment.
"I have."
You swiftly turn your head to him, eyes widening intriguingly. "You have?"
The chuckle that leaves him is somewhat awkward, a tad bit hesitant. He crumples up the bag of crackers and sets it aside, chugging down the last sips of his drink and setting down the empty can as well.
"Did you... ever confess to them?" You ask, suddenly feeling curious, though there's a bit of disappointment at the tip of your tongue.
You swear you could see the thoughts swirling around his head. Wonwoo keeps his eyes fixed up to the night sky. There's a distant look in his eyes, as though he's peering into some past moment that only he can see, before he shakes his head, a faint smile crossing over his lips.
"No, I didn't," he answers calmly. "They were too far away, so... I just chose to admire them at a distance."
You lean back against the wall behind, your shoulder momentarily brushing against his. "Did they know you?"
Wonwoo purses his lips together. "Mhm."
"Well, you missed your chance!" You exclaim, prodding him playfully with your elbow. "I can't believe you let them get away, dude. Like right through the little cracks of your fingers. You could've been in a relationship by now."
This earns you a low, playful scoff from Wonwoo. "Are you assuming that they loved me back?"
Immediately, you feel the heat crawl up your neck and to the tips your ears.
"Well, um... Yeah, I am," You admit sheepishly, letting out a small sigh. "I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy like you? You're nice and... charming. I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."
There's a silence that falls between the two of you, one simply more than just comfortable yet denser than ever, because the thought of being loved by Wonwoo seems to linger longer than you notice. You steal a glance at him, seeing his face still turned upwards towards the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on his glasses. Strands of his dark hair blow across his forehead in the breeze. You can't quite decipher his expression, but a flicker of somethingđperhaps surprise, maybe even amusementđdances on his features for a brief moment.
He finally turns back to you, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. "You think so?"
"Yeah," You confirm, nodding lightly. "Absolutely."
Wonwoo still keeps his eyes on you as you glance away, seeing the way you fidget with your hands in your lap and smoothing out the creases in your pants nervously. He glances down at his own hand and back at yours, lips pursing together in contemplation, but only folds his fingers back together the second you reach over him to grab the crumpled-up bag of crackers. He feels a little bit too warm in his sweater right now.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
A crunch echoes through the air. Then another. And another.
"I've just been kinda... thinking a lot lately, I guess," You reply slowly, quietly. "And it sort of makes me sound desperate in a way, but there are times I just wonder if, um... if anyone has ever felt the same way about me."
Wonwoo tilts his head slightly. "Love?"
"Not just love, but... seeing me, you know?" Being able to talk about this out loud makes your chest feel heavy. "Since it's hard these days to find someone who sees you for who you are, not for who you can be. I... I just feel like I'm hard to love sometimes. Hell, maybe even unlovable. Itâs hard to break out of that mindset when things get hard again.â
A thoughtful quietness seeps through the nighttime breeze, which sends goosebumps up and down your skin, but you don't mind it because you know that Wonwoo is listening either way. And the more you think about itđthe thought of knowing that he's here, with his presence is right next to youđit seems to comfort you more than you notice.
There's a small hum of acknowledgement that you hear from his end, unsure if it's just your imagination or if he's actually responding as your mind feels a little jumbled up right now. But then Wonwoo shifts beside you, his arm lightly pressing against yours.
"But I... I think I've reached a point in time where I can say I love myself a little more than a few years ago, or last year, or even just yesterday," You continue to ramble a bit aimlessly, chuckling dryly to yourself. "Itâd be nice to share that with someone too, you know? To finally get over this loneliness. But it's not entirely a sad loneliness or a happy one. It's, like, uh... both put together, I guess."
A few moments of silence pass. You feel Wonwoo gently nudge your leg with his.
"I'm proud of you."
You peer up to look at him, mind nearly going blank from the way he's gazing at you. Or maybe it's just the moonlight that's making him appear so... picturesque. "What for?"
"For loving yourself, silly," Wonwoo muses almost cheekily, and the delighted tone that you catch makes your stomach leap. "Even if it's just by a small percentage than yesterday, it's still okay. You're doing good. I want you to know that."
You're doing good. It's just those three singular words that has heat forming in your eyes that you somehow manage to blink back before anything could spill, and hearing it come from Wonwoo feels different. There's a vulnerable sweetness to them, a sincerity that catches you off-guard. You force a smileđa grateful one, nonethelessđbefore it shifts into a frown.
And Wonwoo catches it right away. "What's wrong?"
Your lips form a thin line, pressing together in thought. You refuse to acknowledge why you think your heart feels slightly... jealous.
"I hope whoever you loved before knows how lucky they are one day," You say to him. "if you're still in love with them, that is..."
Wonwoo stills for a minute, pensively. "I am."
"You are?"
"I never stopped."
You stare at him for a few moments, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief at him, before crossing your arms together and letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Then you should've said that you're in love with them, idiot."
Wonwoo sucks in a breath.
"I'm in love with you."
You blink instinctively, once, twice, three times, momentarily thinking that Wonwoo's presence might somehow disappear into thin air. But he's still theređa certain softness in the way he's looking at you, a gentleness that seems to wrap around you like a warm embraceđwaiting for you. His words suspend heavily in the air, and maybe the world is also holding its breath just as you are too.
"And... You're not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You're far from that," Wonwoo continues, voice tender, fond, and soft as a lullaby. "You just... need to let me in, and let me show you you're just as worthy of love as anyone else is."
You could only sit merely frozen at this point, throat tightened and jaw dropped in shock among many other weird, fuzzy feelings happening throughout your body. Something between relief and disbelief. Hope and hesitancy. Comfort and uncertainty. You have the capacity to run yet you choose not tođyou're letting him in, letting the warmth of his words seep into the cracks of your doubt.
Your mind reels dizzily, almost like the world has been tilting away off-balance.
"You... You're in love with me?" You repeat, almost dumbly, because you cannot seem to fathom anything that's been said in the past few moments. "All that talk about earlier... about who you..."
Wonwoo hangs his head down low, rubbing at his neck in a bashful manner. "It was about you."
"And you never... you never told me?"
"Honestly, I'd like to think a part of it was you being a tad bit oblivious." And then he just simply grins, his nose crinkling along with it. "But that's okay. Watching you slowly figure yourself out made me realise that maybe I needed to find myself a little more too."
You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading painfully throughout your face. At first, you have the urge to brush it all away as a silly misunderstanding. Maybe laugh it off, retreat back inside, and go to sleep pretending all of this didn't happen. But the sincerity in his eyes stops you.
You lick your dry lips, the cool night air beginning to feel a lot less suffocating.
"Did you?" You ask vaguely, before shaking your head repeating, "Did you... find yourself?"
Wonwoo lets his eyes roam over you, taking you in, before leaning back on the wall and bringing his gaze back up toward the night sky. Your eyes refuse to leave him, and perhaps this is what it's like to admire someone from afar and close up all at once.
The two of you take a deep, deliberate exhale together.
"Yeah," he answers, smiling softly. "I think I found myself right where I want to be."
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[Image description: Eight pages from the comic Mighty Nein Origins: Caduceus Clay. The first six pages feature a young Caduceus and his mother, Constance, while the last two pages show an older Caduceus, as well as his father, Cornelius, and sister, Clarabelle.
Page 1: A wide shot of the Blooming Grove, with a beautiful stone and wood temple sat at the center of a verdant cemetery. From afar, Constance calls outs "Caduceus!"
Page 2: Constance is stood behind her son, with his head only partially in frame. The first panel shows her saying, "There you are, didn't you hear me calling?" In the second panel, she is leaning down to her son, a concerned look on her face as she says "Oh."
Page 3: A smaller panel shows Caduceus cupping a dead bird in his hands, holding it tenderly. The wider panel then shows his mother sitting down beside him, the pair sat next to a head stone. He leans his head into her shoulder as she asks, "Would you like some help?" The pair then proceed ro bury the bird.
Page 4: Constance and Caduceus are kneeling in the dirt, over the bird's burial spot. Constance asks, "Ready?, with Caduceus responding "Mh-hmm." The pair touch the ground where the bird was buried, and soon a bright orange flower magically blooms from the spot, causing Caduceus to startle.
Page 5: Constance sits beside her son, her hand gentle touching his face as she says, "Death and decay are a part of a circle, a wheel turning without a beginning or end. Death is how we nurture life, Caduceus." He looks down at the flower as he asks, "Then how comes it hurts?" Caduceus lays down in his mother's arms as she explains, "Because you loved them." A smaller panel shows a closer shot of their faces as she asks, "Do you regret that love?"
Page 6: A small panel shows a closeup shot of Caduceus, looking sad as he replies "No." Another wide shot of the Grove is shown, with the pair sat at the center, Constance continuing, "Part of love is knowing they will go, and cherishing them with your whole heart in the face of that hurt." Another small panel shows a closeup of the newly bloomed flower, with some of its loose petal blowing into the wind.
Page 7: An interior shot, a number of years in the future, showing an adult Caduceus asleep in his flower filled bedroom. He wakes upon hearing the voices of his father and sister, who are in another room, getting up to go investigate. His sister says "I just don't think it's fair that --", Cornelius interjects, "Clarabelle, please keep your voice down."
Page 8: Caduceus comes down the stairs tiredly rubbing his eyes while his father and sister continue to argue. Clarabelle says, "I will not until you--", cutting herself off as she sees her brother appear. Cornelius moves to ready some gear as Caduceus asks "You're leaving?" He responds "The corruption isn't going away on its own. Maybe... maybe your mother found something out there. I'll find her and your aunt, and find a cure." Clarabelle steps forward, declaring "It should be my turn! I'm old enough and faster than you, anyway!" To which Cornelius responds, as he begins to depart, "Clarabelle Clay, mind yourself. Stay home with your brother." End description.]
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Generations of the Clay family have tended to the careful rituals in the Blooming Grove. But when corruption begins to creep in on their sacred space, the Clays depart one by one to seek answers. Soon young Caduceus and Clarabelle are the only ones left, and when a dangerous burial quest falls to Caduceus, he must leave the Grove to do the familyâs work.
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My gorgeous soulmate. The love of my life. I canât stop thinking about Reader waiting for a ride and accidentally overhearing Eddie talking to the Hellfire guys about some beautiful girl and how heâs afraid to ask her out. Reader assumes itâs someone else and leaves because sheâs upset and doesnât want him to see her. Bonus points for wingman Dusty Bun, but not necessary. Okay love you byeeeeee xoxoxo @munson-blurbs đ
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Band practice ran late, but that didnât matter one bit. Your older brother was always running behind to pick you up, leaving you the lone person sitting outside the school, waiting. Usually, you had a book with you, but youâd finished your last one and hadnât gotten a chance to check a new one out of the library today. Honestly, the fierce autumn wind may have prevented you from reading anyway; the pages would be obeying Mother Nature, not you. The wind whistles and whips so viciously that you slide off of the brick wall youâre sitting on top of and seat yourself on the cold sidewalk, pressing as close to the wall as you can to avoid the harsh blowing.
Luckily, the gust eases up and you only end up having four leaves stuck to your clothing. As youâre picking them from your gray sweater, you hear the telltale squeak of the main doors of the school opening. Your brow creases in confusion because you didnât realize anyone else was here this late. The dark evening has your mind floating back to the dozens of slasher movies youâve seen that started with this very scenario. Taking care to be as quiet as possible, you tuck your legs up against your body as you hug your backpack to your chest.
âDamn Eddie, Iâve never heard you talk this way before.â
The voice is vaguely familiar. Nancyâs brother maybe? Right! Heâs in Hellfire with Eddie Munson, who must be the Eddie heâs speaking to. An involuntary smile curls on your lips at the boy youâre head over heels for being just a few feet away. The closer they get, the easier it is for you to hear the thunk of the metalheadâs boots coming down the sidewalk.Â
âUgh, I know,â Eddie says, a hint of a whine in his happy-go-lucky voice. âBut sheâs so fuckinâ beautiful.â
The butterflies in your stomach sour, churning at hearing Eddie talk this way about some girl. Heâs not doing anything wrong, and logically you know that. He doesnât owe you anything. But irritation bubbles up in you as a defense from the heartbreak youâre desperately trying to run away from. Your fingers dig into your backpack as you squeeze your eyes closed to prevent the tears from leaking out.
âAsk her out!â That voice was Jeffâsâfrom your history class.
Eddie scoffs and you can just picture him shaking his head, his frizzy curls swaying back and forth. The thought of Eddie asking a girl out forces the hot tears to leak down your face, despite how tightly youâve been keeping them closed.Â
âLike she would want to go out with me,â he says.Â
Now your heart also breaks for Eddie. Who could be so stupid as to not want to go out with him?
âAww, I think youâre scared,â another voice goads. Probably the curly-haired boy thatâs friends with the Wheeler boy.Â
âIâm not scared,â Eddie says. âIâm justâŠafraid.â
âThatâs the same thing!â Wheeler says before you hear a thump and the boy mutters an, âOw!â
âShut it, Wheeler. I donât want to hear shit from you or Henderson on girls. Both of your girls live far away. Huh, kind of convenient, isnât it?â Eddie asks. âTheyâre probably as real as the damn hair on top of Higginâs head.â
âHey!â Wheeler shouts.
âThatâs bullshit!â the boy who must be Henderson shouts at the same time.
âYou guys are letting him change the subject,â Jeff says. âWhen are you going to ask her out?â
Instead of giving an answer, you can hear Eddie grumbling under his breath the closer they get to you. It wonât be long now before theyâll walk past the wall and see you sitting on the ground. Waiting for a ride is easy enough to explain, but the tear tracks running down your face are a different matter.Â
Before the group of guys can get any closer, you carefully push yourself onto your knees. Balancing yourself against the wall with one hand, you seek out somewhere you can hide. The corner of the wall is pretty far away, youâd never be able to crawl there fast enough. If you stand up though, you could walk that distance. Realizing crouching down so far is going to kill your back, you push up to your feet and keep your torso and head low as you speedwalk to the corner of the wall.Â
Luckily, itâs just a grassy lawn on the other side of the wall, so you throw yourself down on it and catch your breath. Unluckily, you hear the piercing whine of your brotherâs car pulling up towards Hawkins High. Fuck. Of course he comes now.Â
You peek out from your safe space around the wall and see that Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire gang are climbing into Eddieâs van. A rush of breath leaves your lungs and youâre sure your adrenaline is about to come crashing down.
Your brother pulls up to the curb and you push yourself off of the grass and quickly slide into the passengerâs seat.Â
âUh, you okay?â your brother asks, raising an eyebrow.
âFine,â you huff. âJust go.â
Like the piece of gum youâd stepped in last week, the sharp pains in your heart stay with you much longer than youâd like. The next day, right before last period, youâre at your locker, switching out your books and hoping your eyes donât look as puffy as they feel.
âUh, hey.â
The voice makes you jump and drop your biology book. You donât have to turn around to know who it is; youâd know that voice anywhere. Itâs just never been so close to your ear before.
âOh shit, Iâm sorry,â Eddie says as he bends down to pick up your book. âI didnât mean to scare you.â
âNo, itâs okay,â you manage to say as you turn around to face him. âThank you,â you say as he gives you your science book back.Â
Eddie clears his throat and glances over his shoulder before looking back at youâor rather, your shoes. Curious, you follow the line of sight where Eddie had just looked, and you see the curly-haired boy from Hellfire peeking around the corner. Henderson. As soon as he notices you looking, he pops back out of sight.Â
âI, uh,â Eddie says as he finds the courage to meet your eye. âHey.â
âYou said that,â you say with a shy smile. âBut then I freaked out, soâŠhi.â
The smile Eddie gives you isnât his biggest by far, but it still makes your knees go wobbly.Â
âYouâre in band, right?â Eddie asks, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck.Â
âI am.â
âYeah. So, I was wondering if maybe after the game this Friday you might want to grab a bite to eat? With, um, me?â
The world freezes around you, time completely stopping. Your body is locked in place as you stare at Eddie with wide eyes. He just asked me out, you think. Why would he ask me out? He thinks that other girl is beautiâholy shit. Iâm the beautiful girl he was talking about? This defies all that you thought you knew in the world. Is this a parallel universe where guys actually like you back? You realize youâve just been staring at him since you spoke.
âYeah. T-That sounds nice,â you say.
âReally?â Eddieâs eyes light up and your heart comes to a halt inside your chest.
âYes,â you say with a small chuckle.
âWow. Awesome. Okay, wow.â His disbelief shocks you. How in the hell was he afraid to ask you out? Youâre justâŠyou. He gives you a wider grin now before tugging up the sleeve of his leather jacket. âDo you have a pen?â
âHmm? Oh, yeah!â You grab a pen from your locker and write down your number on Eddieâs pale skin, right below a colony of inked bats.Â
âGreat,â Eddie says as he pulls his sleeve back down. âUm, Iâll wait in the gym after the game?â
âSure. Itâll only take me a few minutes to change and get everything put away.â
âAwesome,â Eddie says again, and seeing him acting this nervous just tickles you pink. Youâre not sure youâve ever heard him say âawesomeâ before and now heâs said it twice within the last minute. âI guess Iâll see you in English tomorrow.â
âSounds good. Oh, Eddie, wait. Youâre going to go to the game?â You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. âI thought you hated basketball.â
âOh. Well, I do,â he says with a chuckle. âEasier to take you out after the game if Iâm there, though. And, uh, you know, Sinclairâs been bugging me to come see him play.â
âRight,â you say.Â
Eddieâs cheeks turn a light red as he gives you a bashful smile.Â
âSee you later, beautiful,â he says. He doesnât give you time to even react to his words before heâs heading down the hall.Â
âHoly shit,â you whisper to yourself. âI make Eddie nervous?â
A jovial giggle slips past your lips as you close your locker. You feel like you owe the Hellfire guys a thank you.Â
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Leather & Lace 2
Hello my loves! Leather and Lace 2 is now yours. The next and last official part is available on our Patreon early, but Iâm willing to write some more for them if you guys want đ theyâll be classified as âextrasâ but oh well hehe
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Things had shifted between Harry and Y/N.
He hadnât been sure what to expect after sheâd blown him, but she didnât make it awkward at all. If anything? They were more comfortable around each other. Harry was less nervous to touch her, pulling her into his side as they sat on her new couch the next day or adjusting the hair from her face when the wind got it stuck in her lip gloss when theyâd met for lunch. The way she reacted to his touch was much more noticeable to him now which made him feel particularly chuffed. Y/N was important to him before, but it seemed like the intimacy had elevated them to a different level.
It had only been a week since the night at her place where sheâd given him the best blowie heâd ever received, but they hadnât done much else. They had cuddled in bed that night, kissed a little bit, but he hadnât had a chance to get her truly alone and it was driving him nuts.Â
Y/N was popular and she had a lot of activities she liked to do. Paint nâ sip classes she helped run, volunteering at the library, at the animal shelter, helping her new neighbor with her cat, on top of her own workload. The closest heâd gotten to alone time with her was when she arrived at his place on wednesday to climb into his bed and pass out, which sheâd done with a smeared kiss to his lips. Sheâd been asleep once her head hit the pillow.Â
Heâd gotten to see her out quite a bit as he was often wrangled into helping her. He used to pretend to be grumpy about it and huff and puff when sheâd pat his head but he hadnât even tried to do that this week. Instead he let his touches linger and watched her smiles grow, happy to get a few seconds to hug her before she had to move on to something else. It had been driving him out of his mind, and if they didnât have the promise to go back to her place tonight he may have lost it.Â
House parties werenât something he particularly liked, but when Y/N called him on video chat and gave him her puppy eyes while asking him to help her set it up for Sarah, he couldnât say no. He did like the other girl well enough and he knew how crazy Y/N was about birthdays, so heâd given up his friday night to the whole surprise party.Â
Though he wasnât feeling very generous with Y/Nâs time anymore. For the first hour of the party heâd followed her around and lingered in the corners to make sure she was okay as she chatted to people, but this observing really did him in. She was so fucking perfect.Â
It hit him again how much he actually liked her. The whole experience was odd considering he hadnât considered being in a relationship in this point of his life, content with hooking up and never seeing the other person again, but that was pre Y/N. Now that he had her in his world, it was hard to imagine himself with anyone but her. Sure, she was his opposite in a way, but they attracted. Thatâs what all the books and movies said, anyways. He want content just observing her, ignoring mostly anyone else who would come up to him or give them one worded answers with his eyes on his girl, the pretty little butterfly fluttering around the room.Â
The feeling had been so unfamiliar that the first time heâd felt it, heâd thought it was heartburn or something.Â
Harry had already admired her before but it was a whole other level seeing how much she tried to make other people feel seen. She gave them attention, smiling and listening intently before gracefully getting her exit out only to be stopped by someone else. How a woman like that had been into him enough that sheâd wanted to blow him and keep him around, he had no clue. But there was no taking it back, and he was feeling greedy.Â
Cornering her in the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes at her as she looked at him with a giddy smile. âMâtired of sharing your attention.â he said it simply, placing his hands on her hips and backing her into the quieter corner. She squeaked as her back hit the wall, a nervous giggle leaving her throat as he loomed over her. âBarely got a lick of your attention all week, and mânot happy about it, pet.â His lip pouted slightly, the ring on it glinting at the motion.Â
She frowned, wrapping an arm around his neck. âI know itâs been really busy, H, and Iâm sorry. I just wanted to help people out.â She sighed, watching him look over her face. The girl looked a little tired, which he didnât like.Â
âI know you do, sweets, but youâve got tâlearn how to tell people no. Youâre spreading yourself too thin and you barely have a moment to breathe. Yeah, mâgreedy for your attention but I donât like the idea of you being tired and running ragged because people ask you tâdo shit. They know youâll say yes.â It actually did piss him off. He didnât think everyone had malicious intent, no, and he knew Y/N was a big girl who could handle herself. But sometimes he had to wonder why they were so comfortable asking such big things of her.Â
âI do like to help, though.â She tried to protest but really couldnât, because he was right. She was bone tired and despite her bubbly nature, she had been deflating slightly as the night went on. Their weekend together was the reprise they got to have where she knew sheâd have time to breathe. Selfishly she liked that Harry was able to be blunt and a little mean. He wasnât to her, but his protectiveness of her really showed.Â
âYeah, but it means I get less time with you. And mâa selfish man, Y/N.â Tipping her chin up, he lowered his face towards her. âNot to mention youâve been too busy to let me properly fuckinâ kiss you. Like your little pecks darlin, theyâre cute, but whereâs the kiss you gave me with my load on your tongue? Hm?âÂ
Y/N sputtered, whining at his dirty mouth but he could tell she liked it. Her eyes had widened but she had no real heat to her scolding, instead leaning into him a bit more. âI didnât know you wanted me to kiss you like that.â The admission followed a beat of silence.Â
âAlways want you to kiss me, are you fuckinâ kidding?â He grumbled. âCanât jusâ give me the best blowie of my life and fuck off. Didnât let me return the favor which mâdying to do, but even more youâve been keeping this mouth from me. Donât like it one bit.â His thumb brushed over the plump bottom lip, exhaling through his nose as he shook his head. âSâa fucking shame. Canât get how good we tasted together out of my head. Not trying to pressure you if you donât want to do that stuff, you can tell me to fuck off but.. I donât think yâwant me to.â
âNo, IâŠâ She stumbled over her words. âI do want those things. I just didnât expect you to talk so dirty.â The tilt of her lips gave the clue that she liked it. âI didnât want to assume it meant more than just that even though I wanted it to and - ohâÂ
His mouth cut her off. Catching her off guard her lips opened a little bit, letting him be selfish and slip his tongue into her sweet mouth. Humming at the taste, his arm leaned against the wall as he held himself over her while the other kept her jaw angled the way he wanted it. The kiss was just like him. Intense and hot and a little sweet at the end when he pulled back and pressed three more pecks to her lips, rubbing his nose against the side of hers. âNone of that shit. Meant a hell of a lot to me, silly little thing. Want to do it all the damn time. So youâre gonna have tâtake it easy with giving all your time away, hm? Think I need some more of your help soon⊠and maybeâŠâ He released her jaw to slide his hand to the back of her neck, massaging it just a little. âMaybe youâll let me help you, hm? Someoneâs got tâtake care of such a sweet little thing. It isnât fair.âÂ
âH-Harry.â She felt her cheeks getting hot. Harryâs attention had always been intense and maybe thatâs part of the reason sheâs been so busy this week. Anxiety over being truly alone with him again in case he regretted it, if he didnât like what they did and didnât know how to let her down easy- but this was the ideal, she thinks. Regardless of how much he flustered her, or how he was the biggest energy in the room, she found herself preening at the attention he gave her. âIt meant a lot to me too.âÂ
Her hushed voice made him smile, leaning in to press a chaste kiss between her brows. âGood. Can we get going, then? Or would yâlet me lick your cute little cunt in one of these bedrooms?â Did he say it just to watch her squirm? A little, but only because it was really fucking cute.Â
âWe can go. Iâve just got to say goodbye to some people.â She sent him a shaky smile as he nodded, pushing off the wall to wrap his arm around her shoulders. It was a new feeling for her to feel so⊠claimed. They had been around each other pretty consistently for a while but she could feel people looking, considering Harry was usually the victim of her clinging to his arm instead. Open affection wasnât something anyone had seen from him, let alone with a girl that was so clearly different than him, but something about that made her giddy.Â
Harry was impatient in general, but he tampered it down as Y/N said goodbye to the people she knew here. It was just in her nature to be a polite little flower, floating around the room to wish everyone a good evening. Her manners, oddly enough, aroused him. He liked seeing her be so sugary sweet and knowing that it was 100% genuine. It was even more nice to see considering heâd had a glimpse of what a bold and filthy girl she could be. The blowie the night sheâd moved in had completely taken him off guard and let him know then and there that her innocence wasnât all encompassing. She had some shadows to her, and he planned to see how full they could extend.Â
His arm was around her as she said goodbye, merely nodding when people acknowledged him and not bothered when they didnât. All that mattered to him was they were polite to her- though one of the guys had been a bit too bold, especially considering he was right fucking there.
âHer eyes are on her face, not her tits.â He said lowly. âAnd if youâd like tâkeep yours, I suggest you remember that.â There was no full aggression, only a promise that he intended to keep. It wouldnât be the first time heâd go at someone for her.Â
Thankfully the prick flushed, muttering apologies before dashing away so he could use this as an excuse to get them the fuck out of there.Â
Harry didnât love parties. He didnât like lots of people. He went for 3 reasons only, and they depended on the night. To get a drink, to get a fuck, or for Y/N. Though now he supposed heâd have an excuse for not going to many others. The plan was to keep Y/N to himself and not have to deal with the people heâd fucked around with not getting the hint even after he stated what he wanted. For once in his life he wanted one person and one person alone, and she was under his arm.Â
To his surprise, she didnât say anything about his snarky reply to the guy theyâd last said goodbyes to, instead leaning into his side as they approached his car. It was a bit nippy outside and he knew she ran cold, so heâd remedy that quickly. âCâmere.â He sighed, picking her up and placing her on the hood of his car. Stripping his flannel off, he motioned for her to splay her arms out, helping her put it on. âWasnât too bad when you left but itâs a little too cold out for you now, hm?â His voice was softened as he stood between her knees, face level with her as he slipped his hands under the new layer.Â
âI never remember to grab a sweater.â She admitted, smiling shyly as she felt palms running over her back. This was different. The whole thing was, seeing as Harryâs treatment of her had considerably softened up. Heâd always been nice to her, donât get her wrong! He let her sit on him and mess up his hair and hold his arm but⊠feeling him be the touchy one for once really made her feel⊠validated? Appreciated? She wasnât sure of what the right term would be, but she felt like he liked her more than she had originally thought. âWhoâs place do you want to go to?âÂ
âHm⊠maybe mine. I just did a grocery shop. I know youâve been busy this week, so I donât want to go and mess up your place.â Y/N would be a bit unsettled if it got messy and he was planning on seeing what exactly he could get her to do with him.Â
It had been circling around his mind the whole week, how he wanted to make it up to her. How he wanted to take her properly and feel her cum around his cock and his tongue and his fingers- anywhere he could get it. He was a man starved, pathetically so, but he didnât have any shame in it.Â
âOkay. I like your place.â It was the truth. He had a nice place in her opinion. It was bigger than her own, but not cold. Darker in aesthetic, brick and dark colors and richer patterns. Sheâd helped him make it nicer after she had seen the state of it the first time, a real bachelor pad that made her worry for his comfort. Thanks to the sweet girl, he had a much more comfortable sectional couch, a coffee table- with coffee table books, no less- and some art. Sheâd helped pick out his bar stools for his island in the kitchen, too. Little bits of her were all over his place, but thatâs how he wanted it to be.Â
âIâd hope so. You helped make it.â He snorted, tugging her closer to him so their centers were flush. The silence happened again, this time a little heavier. âI missed you this week.â The sentiment was repeated as he dragged a hand from under the warmth of his flannel and brushed the hair out of her face. The breeze hadnât been much of a help. âI sleep better when youâre around. Know I like to give you shit and call you a needy pup, but I love it when youâre like that.â Tipping her chin up, he sighed as he observed her soft features. The slope of her nose, the mascara on her lashes that had flaked just a little bit, the slightly faded lip stain. He couldnât imagine not being obsessed with her.
âIâm glad. I used to think I was a little annoying to you.â She admitted, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. âIâm sorry I was so busy. I didnât think youâd mind.â Historically heâd get grumbly about it but he understood- and sheâd usually pop over or invite him to her old flat.Â
âCourse I mind. Not that you have stuff to do but you overwork yourself andâŠâ licking his lip, he debated on whether or not to say it. âWas just hoping that you werenât avoiding me, is all. That I didnât make you uncomfortable last weekend.âÂ
Her heart clenched in her chest as she saw his eyes dip to the side, for once in his life showing a bit of vulnerability. Harry never seemed anxious about much, his general setting being a blank stare or a smug smirk, so it wasnât something she saw often. Sometimes when he was drunk heâd get a little mushy about things but he hadnât had much, if anything tonight. âNo. Of course not. I initiated it, remember?â Her hand lifted to his face, the skin slightly cool from the night air. âI wanted to do it. I promise. If I was uncomfortable Iâd tell you. ListenâŠâ adjusting slightly, she caught his eye. âI feel the most safe when Iâm with you. Sure, sometimes it feels like Iâve got a guard dog, but I feel really secure. I know youâd never hurt me, you always are so careful with me even if everyone else thinks youâre all rough and tumble⊠I know you and I know youâd only even touch me in ways I like. I really was busy, but I was just nervous youâd regret it too.âÂ
Harryâs brows furrowed at her admission. While he was over the moon that she always felt the safest with him, he had no idea why she would think heâs regret it. âNever. I just kept thinking about it. I wanted to do it more. I donât regret anything, and I feel like Iâve got tâmake sure you know that I donât think of you as one of those quick fucks.â Even if she hadnât said it, he was sure that was a thought that had lingered around in her head. That was his reputation and heâd be stupid if he didnât know better.Â
âI.. I never thought of it as that, no, but I wasnât expecting commitment.â She admitted back, eyes wide as he looked into his own. It squeezed his chest, the idea of just being with her sexually. That wasnât what he wanted.Â
âNo. I want commitment.â He said lowly. âYou arenât just a fuck to me, Butterfly. Not in the slightest. I fuckinâ adore you, yâknow that?â He sighed, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip and tugging it slightly before letting it snap back into place. âYouâre my girl. Youâve been my girl for a while. Iâve jusâ been a bit of a pussy in trying to initiate anything because the last thing I wanted was for you tâthink that you were just someone else I went to bed with. Mâtired of that.â All he wanted to do was crawl into bed with her at night and feel her kissing him in the morning or watch her sleepy little face as she dreamt. All the fluffy, mushy shit he used to feel sick from were the exact things he craved. âCouldnât get it up for anyone else after a while. I was only able to thinking about you and⊠after a bit, I had no desire to be around anyone else. They didnât smell like you, didnât sound like you. My cock was set on you and I think my heart wants to follow.âÂ
Y/N had to laugh at his last words but also in shock. Sheâd heard herself at the beginning of their friendship how heâd scoff at the idea of a relationship, made fun of the romance movies she liked, heard about him disappearing at a party for a bit before coming back with messy hair and swollen lips, sometimes a fly undone. But slowly that had stopped, if she recalled. The hookups, the snarky comments about love. It dwindled. Snark still existed for other things but he seemed to be more lighthearted around her. âYou⊠you want like, a relationship with me?â Her eyes rounded at the thought.Â
âIâd say donât act so surprised, but I get it.â He had to admit that, a smile on his face. It surely was a lot for her to process, considering it still had him in a tizzy and heâd had months to work over these feelings. âYeah. Want you to be mine. Mânot good at sharing, though, so youâre gonna have to tell some of these people that you have a boyfriend that wants to love on you a bit when they demand your attention.â There was another pause as his ears turned a bit red. âIf, if thatâs what youâd want, though. I donât want to rush you into a label or anything, mâfine with jusâ figuring shit out but Iâve thought of you as mine for a while and-âÂ
Her hand pulled him to her, shutting him up with her lips.Â
The man, for all his dark demeanor and rough glances, melted under her touch. Hummed into the kiss in surprise, cupping her jaw and reciprocated immediately as her hands went to the back of his neck to hold on to him. That giddy feeling in his stomach was buzzing as she giggled against his mouth as he chased it when she pulled back to get a proper breath.
âCâmere.â He mumbled, nudging their noses. âLips are cold. Donât be cruel, little Butterfly.âÂ
Y/N couldnât have that, could she? âSorry, boyfriend.â She smiled against his lips, pressing them right back where they belonged.Â
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rude | lhs
pairing: lee heeseung Ă afab!reader
summary: heeseung has never loved anyone as much as he loves y/n. y/nâs father has never hated someone as much as he hates heeseung. but it doesnât matter, heeseungâs gonna marry y/n anyway.
contains: heeseung riding a motorcycle (đ„”), smoking, cursing, toxic father, sugestive.
obvious note: inspired by magic!'s rude (donât kill the magic, 2014).
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âmarry meâ heeseung said, looking at you. you were laying on top of him, his own body occupying at least 80% of his mattress. you laughed, covering his mouth with your hand.
âstop saying that!â
âiâll stop when you say yesâ he said in a muffled tone behind your palm. his long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he kissed your palm before removing your hand from his lips. his other hand held your lowerback as he turned the both of you on the mattress, laying your head in his arm. âyou know i can make you happy.â
âyou already make me happy, lee heeseung.â heeseung sighed, frustrated at your answer. you chuckled and lifted your head a little to peck his lips. âitâs getting late. câmon, i gotta go home.â
âwhy canât you sleep over?â heeseung asked and tightened his grip around your body, not letting you get up.
âyou know why...â
âyour dad is not a good reason. gimme a good reason.â
âwell, when he is the one who pays for my bills, he is a good reason.â
heeseung pouted.
âi can pay your billsâ he said, smiling. you laughed, shaking your head. âif i give you my credit card, will you stay?â
âoh, please. i already love you for freeâ you said. he smiled big. âhee, i want to stayâ you said and your thumb circled his bottom lip when his smile faded. âbut you know i canât, my dadâs gonna kill you.â
âworth the priceâ he sighed.
you smiled, getting rid of his grip. heeseung groaned when he saw you reaching for your purse sitting on his chair, knowing youâd walk home by yourself if he didnât drive you. he got up behind you, upset because he couldnât even spend the night with his girl.
heeseung parked his motorcycle in front of your gate, waiting until your feet reached the floor before getting out himself. you smiled when he took his helmet, fixing his smooth hair â or at least trying to, because the wind wouldnât stop blowing. he looked so good like that, still holding onto his helmet, his leather jacket zipped up to his chin, trying to protect him from the cold wind announcing the autumn was coming to an end. the sunset was so pretty, reflecting golden streaks of light into his beautiful skin.
âare you cold?â he asked, his gaze fixed on your face. his hands fixed your sweater, pulling the collar up to protect more of your skin. âi know you hate the wind when riding, i tried to come as slowly as possible...â
he pouted, now focused on fixing your wild hair post-helmet. you smiled, holding his waist. your hands felt cold inside of the gloves and your face hurt as if all of your blood disappeared, but your heart always felt warm next to heeseung.
âi love youâ you said, your eyes fixed on his. he lowered his gaze to meet yours, smiling.
âand i love you, silly.â
in your tiptoes, you reached his neck and pulled him closer to kiss his lips. he kissed you back, his hands holding you in place for a little longer than needed. you chuckled when he let you get away from his touch.
âgo, get inside and take a warm bath. iâll wait you get insideâ he said.
as always, you waved to him while closing the gate, his smile never fading until you closed it entirely.
heeseung sighed, leaning against his motorcycle and taking the cigarettes pack out of his pocket. with the cigarette between his freezing lips, he searched for the lighter inside of his pockets. it took him a while to find it and when he lifted it up to his face, he saw your dadâs car pulling over.
âfuckâ he groaned, finally lightning his cigarette. the smoke filled his insides, warming up. heeseung watched closely as his lovely father-in-law got out of the car, closing it behind him. he let the smoke out of his mouth, making a cloud. âwhatâs up?â he grinned.
your father sighed, clearly annoyed.
âwhat are you doing here?â he asked, cutting to the chase.
âjust passing byâ heeseung shrugged. he couldnât tell your father he just dropped your by, he didnât know you spent almost everyday with heeseung in his house.
âif youâre planning on taking y/n out, drop it. sheâs not going anywhere with you, specially at this time.â
heeseung checked his clock between his puffs. 18:02. he laughed.
âdonât worry, old man. before you notice, weâll be a married coupleâ heeseung started, taking his time with his last puff. he let the smoke out slowly, directing it towards your fatherâs face. your father tried to fan the smoke away with his hand, his eyebrows frowned. âiâll let you visit us, though. even past six.â
heeseung smimed at him, throwing the rest of the cigarette on the sidewalk. as your father filled his lungs to start speaking, heeseung grabbed his helmet, ready to leave.
âsheâs not gonna marry someone like you. iâll never get you my blessing.â
âwe donât need your blessing, we need a priestâ he responded, getting on top of his motorcycle again. he laughed at your fatherâs facial expression before actually leaving.
it was half past three in the morning when heeseung finished his shift at the bar, tired as hell. he drove straight home and doze off without even a shower, completely worn-out. he woke up around noon, his phone blowing up with random texts you sent, just like every morning. he smiled at his phone, finding amusing a specific text you sent: âdid you see my father yesterday?â he opted for speaking about this when you got out of class. heeseung took a long shower and cooked a quick meal for the both of you before taking off to pick you up.
you felt like you could almost drool at the sight of heeseung riding that motorcycle, with his usual leather jacket and skinny jeans. unfortunately, the other girls waiting for their rides also could drool at the sight of him. you almost lost your shit when one of them said âi wish he was picking me up like this.â
heeseung knew the thirsty girls around you made you go nuts, so everytime he parked to wait for you, he would take his helmet off so he could peck your lips, allowing you to show them heâs yours.
the drive back to his place was chill, he would rub your hands around his waist at every red light, trying to keep you warmer. you waited until he properly parked the motorcycle in his driveway before throwing yourself in his arms, kissing his lips.
âi missed youâ you muffled before kissing him again. heeseung chuckled, kissing you back. he caressed your hair when you let go of him, smiling.
âi missed you too.â
he held your hand as you walked into his apartment complex, taking a good look at your ass while you walked in front of him in the stairs.
âsoâ you started, taking your shoes off and placing your helmet inside of the tiny closet in the hall. âdid you meet my dad yesterday?â
âitâs more of he met meâ heeseung answered, laughing behind you. he followed your steps, putting his helmet away along with his shoes. âi was outside and he arrived, thatâs all.â
you hummed.
âwhy?â heeseung asked, reaching for his pack of cigarettes on top of the table. âdid he say something?â he mumbled, holding that damn cigarette between his lips.
you sighed, walking towards his mini kitchen â pretty much delimited by his counter. you reached for the top shelf while scolding heeseung:
âwhat do i have to do for you to stop smoking?â
heeseung laughed, letting go a cloud of smoke towards the opened window he was standing next to.
âsay youâll marry me and i quit right now.â you sighed again, placing the plates you just grabbed on the counter. âwonât you answer my question?â
âto marry you?â
âhmm, i was talking about what your dad said about me, but... yâknowâ he said, puffing the cigarette again. the nicotine rush made him feel completely calm and relaxed, but he meant it. if to you said yes, heâd quit immediately.
you turned around with a plate in your hand, opening the budaejjigae pan. as you filled your plate, you said:
âhe said something among the lines of my boyfriend being disrespectful towards him and i should leave him, just the usualâ you shrugged. heeseung laughed, shaking his head as he exhaled the smoke again. âdid you say something i should worry about this time?â
ânoâ heeseung said before inhaling and exhaling again. âjust told him he wonât have to worry about controlling the time you go out with me in a while...â
âlet me guessâ you said, putting one of the plates on the counter and grabbing the other one to fill with food. âbecause weâre gonna get married?â
âyeahâ heeseung smiled. after two seconds, his smile faded. âi mean... youâre always rejecting my âproposalsâ and i assumed you were joking because weâre young and... i donât know, do you actually want to marry me someday?â
you turned around, only to face heeseung with a worried expression on his face, still sucking onto that damn cigarette.
âof course i do, heeseungâ you said, serious. âi just canât run away and marry you right now, but i dream about the day iâll be able to say yes.â
âohâ he said after exhaling the smoke for the nth time. âi thought you were like bella in eclipse.â
you let out a loud laugh, walking towards him. ignoring the smoke on his tongue, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. he smiled during the kiss, throwing his cigarette down the window to properly wrap his arms around you. he loved you so much.
you were only officially âallowedâ to see heeseung during weekends. he would call an uber to your place and pretend as if he didnât give your personal helmet as soon as he bought his motorcycle so you could ride with him. he would get inside, greet your lovely mom, your annoying younger brother, pretend he could deal with your father and leave as soon as possible, desperate to kiss your lips. however, when you and heeseung were walking towards the door, your father stopped you.
âwe need to talk.â
âright now?â you whined. âwe have thirty minutes to be inside of the movie theater, dad.â
âthe movie can wait, y/n. i pay for your credit card, i can afford to lose the money of a ticket.â
heeseung fought the urge to flip your dad off and tell you to get your stuff upstairs so you could move in with him.
âsit downâ your father pointed to the couch in front of him. you and heeseung took a seat, heeseung already running out of patience. âyou know, y/n... i ran across heeseung smoking in front of our house a couple of days ago. he said something about marrying you. did you accept marrying this man without my approval?â
âi didnât. not yet.â
ânot yet? do you want me to ground you?â
heeseung took a deep breath and bit his cheek. he needed to smoke immediately or at least punch your dad in the face, otherwise we would lose his shit.
âground me?â you laughed. âiâm 21. you canât ground me.â
âi can stop paying for all of your crap and let you starve while you do that shitty university course â which i pay for the tuition.â
âshe doesnât need your money, mr. choi.â
you tried your best not to slap heeseung and say: i do, actually.
âoh, yeah? and whoâs gonna provide for her? you? a barman?â
your blood boiled inside of your veins. âstop talking about him like this, dad. youâre no better than him.â your dad scoffed.
âthatâs ok, love. he wouldnât understand what it means to really love someoneâ heeseung said, caressing your head as he always did.
âno, this is not ok. iâm in love with heeseung, dad. iâll go anywhere he goes.â
heeseung smiled at your sudden confession. your mother and brother watched the whole show from the kitchen, afraid to step in.
âoh, yeah? then grab your things and go.â
âfineâ you said, getting up and pulling heeseungâs hand. he followed you towards the stairs, proud but worried. you slammed the door behind your back and locking it. heeseung stood there, confused. âhelp me get that bag on the top shelfâ you said, sliding the door of your closet.
âbabe, wait...â heeseung started. he grabbed your hands, stopping you from walking around the room. âtake a deep breath. are you sure you wanna do this?â
âwhy? arenât you the one who asked me to marry you literally everyday?â you asked, confused. heeseung pulled you close, hugging your tiny torso.
âyeah, of course. i dream about marrying you everyday, baby. but... your father provides you a lifestyle i wonât be able to continue. i am a barman at the end of the day, love. iâm afraid i wonât be enough.â your eyes filled with tears as you hugged him back.
âyou are enough, hee. i donât need a fancy house or diamond earrings as birthday gifts. i need you. only you.â heeseung smiled against your hair, kissing the top of your head right after.
âok, then... letâs make your bags and leave, hm?â he said, slowly getting away from your figure. as you turned around, heeseung searched through his pockets inside of his signature leather jacket. you heard the sound of the leather rubbing against itself, turning around.
âyouâre not gonna smoke right now, are you? weâre gonna asphyxiate here.â heeseung laughed, kneeling down.
âiâm not looking for my lighter, babeâ he said, pulling a tiny box inside of his inner pocket. âiâve been keeping this around for a while now, waiting for the right moment... honestly, this seems like a point of no return of our lives, so... y/n, will you marry me?â
the next three weeks were though, but you loved them. heeseung lived in a tiny apartment â really tiny with only one bedroom, a single bed, a bathroom of the size of your actuall mattress and a kitchen you could barely cook in â but now that it was also your apartment, everything felt different. you enjoyed the nights you spent smashed against heeseungâs chest, and enjoyed even more the nights he smashed you against that mattress with no intention of sleeping at all. you loved coming home, taking a shower and dressing your clothes that were tidy inside of heeseungâs wardrobe. you loved cooking and cleaning the tiny house while heeseung worked at the bar of the club, saving all of his tips for you. you loved that he actuall quit smoking right after you said yes.
right after you shoved all of your bags inside of his small living room, heeseung drove you to the official registry so you could pick a date to get married. heeseung paid for the fee right on the spot, surprising the employee behind that desk. the two of you called your closest friends to attend the wedding at witnesses and now you were ready to take this step.
âmaybe i should be at jayâs right nowâ heeseung said, zipping your white dress for you. âthe groom isnât supposed to see the bride before the wedding!â
you laughed, putting your earrings on in front of the mirror. âwe donât need any of this superstition, baby. weâre gonna be happy no matter what, remember? youâve been telling me that all of the time since we started dating.â
âyep, saying the same thing for about four years paid itâs priceâ you laughed, turning around to kiss his lips.
three hours later, the both of you signed all of the papers you needed and exchanged your rings. with a lovely kiss and weird applause from your best friends, you and heeseung were officially married.
âi told you i was gonna marry you anywayâ he whispered against your lips. you smiled, kissing him again.
he did say it, a million times. and you realized as time went by that he was actually right. you moved out of that tiny house, he got a more stable job, you graduated and started working in your field. sometimes the money was indeed a problem, but by the end, everything was worth it.
heeseung is worth it.
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there's an east wind blowing beyond your bedroom window.
you know it's from the east because the rain falling outside is hitting the windowpane in a soft tap-tap-tap that occasionally intensifies on a particularly strong gust. you know your bedroom window faces east because every morning you can see the sun cresting in the distance, diffusingâsoft and pink and warm on your favourite daysâthrough the gauzy panels of your curtains.
"you up yet?"
it's not morning now. far from it, in fact. the night's still only new, though it's already fully-dark outsideâand has been for most of the day thanks to the dreary weather. it's late enough in the evening that most businesses have closed their doors for the day and people have returned to their homes, but not quite late enough to justify the fact that you're already curled up tightly underneath the covers of your bed.
you roll over in your comfortable cocoon and spy touya in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watches you.
he's got his coat on.
"are you going out?" you ask him, your voice a little thicker than it usually is. you've been awake for a while, but your afternoon nap (that ran longer than you expected) has left it hoarse from disuse.
touya makes a quiet sound of agreement. not quite a grunt, nor a hum, but something somewhere in-between the two.
you push yourself up slightly in bed, propping your body upright on your elbows. "but it's raining."
touya hates the rain, and has for as long as you've known him. he's the first one to complain when dark clouds roll in, to curse as his teeth chatter and he shakes droplets from his hair when he steps through the door after getting caught in an unexpected downpour, to go out of his way to avoid making plans that require him to leave the house at the slightest mention of inclement weather.
"'s letting up a bit, i think," he answers from the doorway with a little shrug. "i just need to run to the convenience store, anyway."
he shuffles a little further into the room as you lift your hand and reach out for him, approaching the edge of the bed wordlessly and slipping his hand into your own. he peers down at you from your bedside as you lift his hand and press it to your cheek.
"what do you need at the store?" you ask him, your lips pursed slightly. it's not that late, and the weather really isn't that bad, but you'd still prefer he stay here with you.
"ran outta patches today," he replies, though there's something almost a little resentful in the statement. even his expression is a bit more annoyed than it had been a moment prior, in a way that almost makes you giggleâbut you suppose the nicotine withdrawal could be playing a part in that.
"just patches, right? not patches and a packâ"
"not patches and a pack of cigarettes to tie me over on the walk home," he finishes the sentence for you before you get the chance, rolling his eyes a bit. "i know, i know."
he frees his hand from your grip and pokes your cheek lightly, earning him a little laugh you can't help but let slip through your lips.
"i'm 24 days in, you know. not about to throw it all away now," he reminds you pointedly.
"good," you reply with an encouraging nod and a somewhat cheeky smile. you never doubted him anyway. "make sure you take an umbrella."
he nods, his touch still lingering against your cheek. his fingertips skirt down, tracing along your jaw, until he reaches your mouth. he presses his thumb lightly against your chin, seemingly just to watch your lips part.
"d'ya want anything?"
you shake your head in dissent, but then pause, your eyes lighting up.
"can you get pickled ginger?"
"pickled ginger?" he asks you, a bit incredulously. "again? thought we just got some of that."
"i finished the jar earlier," you reply with a shrug.
"that can't be good for you," touya remarks dryly, letting his hand drop from your face. "you're gonna start pickling yourself from the inside out if you keep eating so much of that stuff."
"it's not my fault that pickling is the superior form of food preparation." you flop back lazily against your pillows, meeting his gaze resolutely. you lift your fingers as you list out the various accolades. "cold, crunchy, sour, kinda sweet, sometimes spicyâwhat's not to love?"
touya's nose wrinkles. he's never been a huge fan of pickles, but especially not in the volume you've been consuming them lately.
"whatever you say," he answers, knowing now after all this time when he ought to bow out of an argument before it starts. "mom texted me earlier and said she was sending yumi over with side dishes tomorrow, and there'll probably be pickled vegetables in there. so you can wait until then."
"fine," you sniff, and you may pout a little, but touya knows your excitement at his little sister coming to visit outweighs any annoyance you may feel about having to wait a whole twelve hours to get your fix.
outside, the wind picks up again, and the tapping against the windowpane gets a little bit louder.
"sounds like it's getting worse," you murmur, your face turned in the direction of the window. you glance up at him again, blinking from where you're sprawled out across your pillows. "you sure you wanna go out in that?"
touya nods, kneeling at the edge of the bed and dipping down so he can press a kiss to your forehead. you're still warm from sleep, and soft in all the ways he's come to depend on. you smell like your shampoo and your sheetsâand a little bit like him too, since the floral-printed bedlinen is as much his own now as it is yours.
"be back soon," he speaks quietly into your skin before pulling away.
you wave him off tiredly, and as he leaves the room, touya wonders if you'll be asleep again before he returns.
he pulls his shoes off the rack in the genkan, tucked away next to yours, and leaves his slippers there as he stuffs his feet into footwear better suited for the elements. he grabs his keys off the little table in the entryway, the keychain you bought for him at the aquarium glinting in the light as he tucks them into his coat pocket. last, he grabs the umbrella from just beside the doorâhe doubts he'll even use it, but you told him to take it, so he does.
there's an unexpected break in the rain as touya steps out into the spring night, and he blinks up at the sky overhead a bit incredulously when he realizes his luck. he doesn't linger to appreciate it for long, knowing that at any moment his fortune could change, shuffling off in the direction of the convenience store at the other end of the street.
he sidesteps puddles along the sidewalk on his way, admiring how the streetlights ripple in the surface as he passes.
touya used to hate the rain, but he can't help but think that it's not so bad when he knows that he has somewhereâand someoneâwarm waiting to welcome him home.
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LOVE ON THE COURT | 07 TAEHYUN FROM 3RD GRADE
SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier
WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, kys/kms jokes, some more anti daegal agenda from haechan, jaemin is still a bitch but trust that will change shortly
NOTES | written cut ahead!! also just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's reading and interacting, I love reading all the comments đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ +++ just a warning to be careful and stay safe for everyone in the uk with the ongoing violence :( please take care of yourselves!
Jaemin sighs.
Luck hadn't been on his side today, not when he woke up 20 minutes after his alarm, with the worst bedhead of his life and his hungry kittens practically hissing at him to be fed, not when he was late to school and the first class of the day and certainly not now.
Now as campus feels suspiciously empty, almost too empty, considering practise had ended only 5 minutes ago, jaemin stares up at the sky, thunder clashing, grey clouds looming overhead.
It doesn't take much longer for the rain to come, not a light drizzle but a full blown storm, the wind making the rain splash in his face, his pink hair matted to his forehead. A frown lines his lips.
And as if luck hadn't fucked him over enough, the bus service was cancelled all week.
If it wasn't for your slow, cautious footsteps, jaemin would've found himself trudging through the rain for the next half an hour to get back home.
He sighs in relief, convincing himself he'll ask the student approaching for a ride home, and like most students, who he was pretty popular with, he'd get a positive answer.
Jaemin's relief is short lived when he realises, that student is in fact you making your way over.
The way the concern paints your features and you rush over in the rain, not too bothered about getting yourself wet but still offering an umbrella out to him, the way you feign selflessness, the way you seem so innocent, it all convinces jaemin that maybe walking back home in the rain isn't too bad. He's already turned around before you can say anything.
He doesn't know why he stops when he hears your voice call out for him
"Jaemin" he doesn't know even more why he turns around to face you, holding perhaps the most eye contact he has with you in years.
"Do you need a ride home?" you ask, smiling as you wait for him to take the umbrella from you. He only shoves it back into your hands
All jaemin can focus on is that one word, did he need a ride, need?
Jaemin had never and would never need anything from you. He'd like to make that clear, but it's a lot less validating when he knows you won't respond the way he'd like. His bitter remarks were always met with silence on your end.
"I don't need anything from you" he spits the words out anyways.
You nod, but you don't let up, and apparently neither does the rain, it's speed doubling by the second and the size of each falling droplet growing.
"Would you like a ride?" you try again, despite the fact that you could barely make out jaemin in front of you and all you can hope is that he'll say yes.
His facial expressions telling you otherwise.
"Fine" he says, walking past you and towards your car, you can't help but smile, even if you had gotten completely soaked in the process of convincing him.
For a moment, you're close enough to blowing your cover, forgetting to ask for directions, but jaemin seems a step ahead, taking the initiative to put his apartment address into your satnav. Now you couldn't pretend that being next to him was easy, even if you tried to, jaemins presence left you in a constant state of uneasiness, like you were hyper aware of every sound you made, every word you spoke, worried you were breathing too loud or something completely out of your control would tick him off. It wasn't that jaemin was a horrible guy, he wasn'tâ you knew that better than anyone else, you just never knew why he had decided to be so horrible to you.
You choose to sit in silence, phone connected to the aux but no music playing as you drove. For just a second, you remember how comforting the silence between you both had once been, how there was never an awkward moment or thoughts of self doubt in jaemin's presence. Now it felt heavy, unspoken words and underlying emotions lingering in the space between you.
"Don't think we're friends just because I accepted your ride" he says, his tone sour.
"I know we're not friends jaemin, just doesn't hurt to be cordial"
You're not sure if he even hears what you said, but if he had, jaemin chooses to ignore your words. You don't say anything of it either.
He turns to face you, concentrated on driving through the heavy rain with a heavy grip on the wheel. You seem stiff for some reason, though he can't figure out why.
This is the first time, jaemin realises, that he's let himself look at you completely.
Your hands grip the steering wheel, some fresh red scratches on them, he wonders where they came from but moves on from the thought quickly, supposing you were just as clumsy as you once were. It's the only similarity he can notice, everything else seems painfully different to the old you.
Your hair is tied back in a ponytail and seems longer than he'd last remembered, perhaps a couple shades darker too, your facial features seem more mature and your eyes seem more tired.
For some reason each change, large or small, still manages to suit you well.
"Good game out there" you say and jaemin notices the changes that came to your voice, you've developed some confidence but speak in a softer tone than before, the smile on your face seems permanent, a realisation that makes his eyes roll.
"Can't say the same for you"
You nod, this really hadn't been your best game and the lack of sleep last night really hadn't helped.
"I hope you're not going to continue the rest of the season with the weak shots and shitty playing" he clicks his tongue, "it's not exactly best player of the year material is it?"
Most days you'd let jaemin take these shots at you, the wordless ones, the bold ones, and the quite frankly unnecessary ones, but today something urges you to defend yourself just a little.
"We all have our moments jaemin" you sigh, and despite wanting to say more, you decide against it, besides you were almost home anyway.
"Too many of those moments and we're in the same situation we were last year, wouldn't want to let the team down more than you already do would you?"
You don't respond, the car coming to a stop outside the front entrance to your apartment complex. You're glad it does, tears pricking your eyes as a smug jaemin steps out of the car.
"Thanks"
When the door shuts behind jaemin you can't help but let the tears roll down your face.
You wonder why you even make an effort.
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"youâre not like the rest of them." To Theo Huxley from Bianca Zabini - acciomusa
"And that's a good thing?" he questioned as he looked up from his book. Now, his attention laid all on her. "What exactly makes me different, if you don't mind me asking?" he may came off as a little rough but his heart was pure. He never held any bad intention towards anyone or anything. Yes, compared to a few other Slytherins it was hard to believe he had been put there. But he had a strong mind, he knew what he wanted and the talking hat saw big plans for the young boy a few years ago. Achievements he could get when he was sortet into Slytherin.
"Because I just feel like every other student around here." he pointed out.
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Alastor's Shadow (18+) Chapter Two
Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral
Synopsis: Thereâs a new Overlord in town and it isnât the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram Cityâs newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months sooner than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. Afterall, who doesnât love a bit of power and chaos? Your plans brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlieâs newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down, but also challenge your grab for powerâŠÂ
Tags: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smutÂ
Link to Masterlist: Masterlist
Chapter Two - Breakfast
Content Warning: None (Let me know if I missed any!)
âCoffee anyone?â You call out to the foyer as your feet hit the carpet.Â
It was early and you had a lot to do today, but there was always time for coffee. Besides, you spent half the night tossing and turning before finally winding down into a few hours of sleep. You were exhausted - not just from the nightâs meeting, but the silence of the Hotel was deafening. You usually slept to music, but the record player in your old room didnât belong to you and so you couldnât take it when you left.Â
Angel sat before the old television, Husk standing at his side, his arms crossed before him. Angel lay sprawling across the sofa, dark circles under his eyes. With the type of jobs these two had, you were surprised to see them up so early.Â
â⊠isnât that right Tom?â You recognized Katie Killjoyâs voice echo from the television.Â
666 News this early in the morning? You joined the cat and spider in the alcove.Â
âThatâs right Katie! Another pile of ashes was discovered in the alley of the Pride Ring this morning as the Shadow has claimed yet another victim! The remains have been identified as Chazwick Thurman, a known member of the Crimson Mafia...âÂ
âToo bad they werenât your ashes, aye TomâŠâÂ
You drowned out the voices of the broadcasters as images of an alleyway in the Entertainment district flash across the screen. The only thing left behind was a bone-shaped belt buckle and a pile of grey.Â
âCrimson was invited to comment.âÂ
You stiffen.
The screen cut to a cameraman chasing Crimson into a car. âGet that fucking camera out of my fucking face!â He slams the car door and the screen cuts back to the reporters.Â
Goddamn that almost gave you a heart attackâŠ
âHow do yous think they identify âem?â Angel motioned to the screen, now turned back to Chazâs ashâs blowing away in the breeze. âAll I see is a bunch oâ dirt.âÂ
âSomething Gluttony whipped up I heard,â Husk grumbles. He looks just as exhausted as Angel.Â
âWhat would Beelzebub want to do with a bunch oâ murders?â Angel argued.Â
âDonât look at me, those are just the rumors!âÂ
âI heard it was a new Voxtek technology,â you chime in. âThey have some sort of electronic scanner that can detect soul signatures.âÂ
You were right, of course, but they didnât know that.Â
âBut he was a Hellborn Native? Do they even have souls? And what was he doing in the Pride Ring anyway?â Angel argued.Â
You shrugged, âLike Husk said⊠Only rumors.âÂ
âSeems a little shady if you ask me.â Husk rubs the scruff forming on his chin. âThatâs the first Hell Native to have been slain by the Shadow. So far heâs only gone after Sinners. Why change now?âÂ
You werenât interested in playing conspiracy theorist today. Too much to do. Instead you decided to shift the conversation, âCoffee?âÂ
Angel and Husk look to you.Â
âItâs the only reason we got up,â Angel answered. âHeard yaâ had a busy morning and didnât wanna miss yaâ.âÂ
The sentiment made your face turn pink. Day two and already you felt some sort of connection forming with the two of them.Â
You followed them into the kitchen, but froze on the threshold as the sound of soft jazz hit your ears and a jolt of static ran down your spine. There, standing in a frilly apron tied at the waist, serving spoon in hand, was the red demon Alastor. He didnât look up as he scooped the remaining eggs into the white dish set on the table.Â
âGood morning fellow Sinners!â The demon sung. Husk and Angel grumbled in response. Not morning people. So, the maniacal demon has a domestic side? What a weird change of pace after literally beating the shit out of someone yesterday and then turning around and pissing off an Overlord.Â
âMorning, Mr. Alastor,â you mumbled, trying to match his cheerfulness but frankly, you hadnât had coffee yet and didnât enjoy talking to anyone before your first steaming cup.Â
Finally his eyes landed on you, the soft jazz music coming to a small and almost imperceptible skip you would have missed had you not been listening for it. This man gives away so much in his audio alone.Â
Half-lidded, his eyes dragged over you, from the Mary Jane heels - short as can be, you couldnât handle anything over an inch - to the red puffy dress that hugged your sides and expanded into layers of black landing just above your knees. The dress was long sleeved, with black lace running across your back, hiding your tattoo perfectly. It came with a matching metal red clip for your hair.Â
Normally you hated wearing dresses, hated looking girly, but etiquette called for it this morning. Youâd be far more comfortable in a pair of trousers and button up collared shirt.Â
You waited as the invisible radio clicked through a few stations before returning to a soft jazz. âWell, well, look what the spider and cat dragged in. And where is our fine hotel guest off to today?â He returned the pan to the stove before untying the apron at his waist.Â
Okay, he was acting cordial. So maybe that meant whatever happened yesterday on the cobblestone streets wasnât him? Or maybe he hadnât realized it was you who did it? Either way, there was a question mark next to whatever power slapped the shit out of you yesterday - âproceed with caution,â the sticky note next to it read.Â
âI have a breakfast dateâŠâ You start but Angelâs whistling interrupts you.Â
âOw! Oooow!â He called, âAnd who is the lucky Sinner bestowed with the honor of taking your fine ass out today?âÂ
Your cheeks couldnât get any redder. âMy old land lady?â You curled into yourself, feeling eyes on your skin, resisting the urge to rub the back of your neck.Â
âOh, you like âem mature, donât yaâ?â Angel purred. It made you laugh, breaking some of the tension.Â
âNow, now Angel Dust, one musnât speak such profanities to a young lady before sheâs had her breakfast.â Alastor settled into his chair. Snapping his fingers for a newspaper, he disappeared behind the black and white text. The air around you grew a little colder with his closeness, like the heat was being absorbed by the red demon himself.
âHey, I didnât mean anything by it.â Angel shrugged, spooning piles of egg onto his plate. âHair clip knows Iâm good for it.âÂ
âSame thing as yesterday, Husk?â You ask sheepishly, making your way to the Breville in the corner. The coldness wrapped around your legs, as if it was following you across the kitchen.
âThat would be great, kiddo,â he rubbed his temples, his chin resting on the table top. Hangover?Â
You felt the bubbles in your chest die down as you got to work, filling the portafilter with beans and finding a white espresso cup in the cupboard.Â
âAngel?â You called over your shoulder. You feigned a small kick at the air around your ankles, wishing for whatever invisible coldness to leave you alone. It didnât.Â
âA vanilla soy latte if yaâ could be so kind, sweet cheeks,â he asked, mouthful of food. You heard the door swing open as Charlie, Vaggie, and Niftyâs voices filled the air.Â
I thought the tiny maid normally cooked the meals?Â
Rummaging through the cupboards you couldnât find any syrups for his request - only a chai tea blend. You apologized but made a mental note to pick up some supplies today.Â
Passing him his soy latte - complete with a spider on top - you got to work on everyone elseâs orders before finally turning to Alastor.Â
Your palms instantly started to sweat. What was it about this demon that made you so nervous?Â
âCan I get you anything Mr. Alastor?â Was your voice shaky? Did you seem nervous?
The top part of the newspaper folded down to reveal his face. His smile was strained despite the sweet jazz playing over his radio. His radio? Was that correct?Â
âAlastorâ, darling, and a hot cup of joe would be wonderful,â his eyes lingered on you a little too long before you finally nodded.Â
Swallowing, you turned back to the Breville and began grinding the beans. You debated making a second cup for yourself, you did still have thirty minutes before you needed to go, but didnât necessarily wanna smudge your red lipstick before you left. Itâll give you something for your hands to do, to calm the nerves that is, and to warm your bones - the coldness eliciting goosebumps across your legs.Â
Making two cups of coffee, one in Alastorâs âOh, Deer!â mug - which made you chuckle - you paused, an idea forming in your mind. You didnât have many ingredients to work with, but you did have one thing. Opening the chai you took a sniff - fresh. You had a feeling, and it was a risk, but you decided to jump off that cliff anyway. Using a strainer you let a few leaves steep in his cup, before swirling it around and straining it out.Â
Dropping the mug before him, you finally noticed the extra chair that had been added to the table - right next to him. When did that get there? Nifty sat to your right with Angel right across from you. You tried to catch Angelâs attention, to thank him for adding the extra seat, but he didnât notice you as he was too busy licking the foam from his lips while sending Husk a sexual retort. Meanwhile, Nifty was stabbing away at her plate, too busy to notice your sudden hesitation.
Was it because of Alastor?Â
Your mind flits back to the radio broadcast last night and Alastorâs grand display?-battle?-sing a-long?-with the media demon Vox. Seems he had a chance to go big at one point but never really made it. You wondered what happened?Â
âI donât bite, darling,â Alastor snapped and his newspaper disappeared. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his knees before taking a sip of his mug. His eyes lit up, his smile curling at the edge. You held your breath as you waited for his reaction.Â
âPlease, take a seat,â the chair before you slid back without a touch, a puddle of shadow beneath it shifting ever so slightly.Â
He took another sip, his shoulders dropping an inch. You took that as a sign that he enjoyed your coffee concoction and wasnât going to rip your head off for changing his request.Â
Rejoining the table, you swore the air around your legs warmed slightly.Â
âHey, Hair clip, I gotta know something,â Angel chimed across the table, his belly finally full. âWhatâs a sweet lilâ thing like you gotta do to get yourself down âere?âÂ
âAngel!â Charlie protested.Â
âWhaâ? Come on we was all thinkinâ it.â He crossed his many arms.Â
âYou donât have to answer that,â Charlieâs eyes twinkled.Â
âUhm, no itâs okay,â your hands clench and unclench around the mug, letting the heat soothe your fingers, resisting the urge to rub your neck. âI had the unfortunate circumstances of finding myself at the center of a web ofâŠâ you searched for the right word, âdisappearances.â Your lips curled into a smile you couldnât help but form. You tried to hide it by siping your cup.Â
Lying was all too easy these days.Â
âOh, shit.â Angel jumped in his seat.Â
âWait, are you telling us you killed people?â Husk breathes.Â
âStab, stab, stab,â Nifty drove her knife into her toast over and over. Vaggie reached over and carefully pulled the needle from her fingers.Â
How much do you reveal about this backstory now? If you reveal too much itâll appear as if you have nothing to hide, but chatty Sinners were suspicious Sinners. Give them just a nugget to chew on for now.Â
âTechnically, the cases were never solved. While I was alive anywayâŠâ You mumbled into your cup, conscious of your lipstick on the rim.Â
Not denial but not confirmation, either.Â
âSo, you didnât kill people?â Husk clarifies.Â
âI didnât say thatâŠâ You mumble into the steam.
The beans arenât bad, but the undercut of chocolate wasnât your favorite. Add that to the shopping list for today.Â
So much to do before tomorrowâŠÂ
âSo, then you did?â Angel asks.Â
You didnât answer. This conversation was going in circles.Â
âMight we have heard of you and your endeavors topside, Ms. Thestral?â Alastorâs forearms were suddenly on the table, his presence leaning into you.Â
You felt something slip past your ankles, like a small breeze. You crossed your legs instinctively.Â
Thereâs power in a name down here in Hell. Knowing who people were before gives others leverage, gives them blackmail to use against another. They could threaten your family still alive up top. They could use it to find others who have died but knew you from before for information. The possibilities are endless.Â
Alastor knows this. Itâs an unspoken rule. Itâs why Angel goes by Angel or Husk goes by Husk. He knows youâd never give any exact details leading to who you were and what you did, so heâs decided to toy with you. Much like Sir Pentious from yesterday.Â
Let him eat his own medicine then.
âMight we have heard of you and yours, Mr. Alastor?â You leaned into him, your gaze never wavering from his face. A fleeting flash of amusement so swift had you blinked you would have missed it.Â
The air was sucked out of the room in one collective gasp as the Hotel Natives waited for his response.Â
Geez, were they all afraid of this guy orâŠ? Youâd hate to see what theyâd do in the presence of an Overlord.Â
He tipped his head back and laughed. âI believe you and I are going to get along quite well, darling.â With a snap of his fingers the newspaper reappears, his face disappearing before you got a chance to study it.
The tension in the room drops as everyone lets out their breath.Â
You were really going to have to figure out what you were going to do with this Alastor fellow. Perhaps your little outing today would shed light on the subject.Â
BANG! BANG! BANG!Â
Vaggie is up and out of her seat before you have a chance to register whatâs going on. More bangs - coming from the front door. Someone was knocking? Next thing you know, everyone is up and out of their seats and in the foyer - except for Alastor, who decides to take his time.Â
Throwing open the door, Vaggie comes face to face with Sir Pentious. âHello, my dear⊠Ah!âÂ
Vaggie plants a facer right into his nose before pulling her spear from the Void. The snake demon collapses at her feet, begging for mercy.Â
âOh, hello again!â Charlie has inserted herself into the situation. This ought to be interesting. You had to admit, youâve taken some pretty boring jobs before, but the people here were so fun to watch, it made the slow progress worth it.Â
Sir Pentious mentions something about redemption, which is exactly the thing to say to the Princess Morningstar. The next thing you know sheâs practically dragging him inside.
Angel jumps in to point out the obvious but Vaggie eventually crumbles under Charlieâs begging.Â
The gears in your mind turn as they talk, the Princess showing him the foyer, noting how convenient this turn of events just so happened to be.Â
Sir Pentious did not just come here on accident - especially after yesterday. Maybe another plan of attack on Alastor? He did catch the red demon off guard, perhaps he was trying again with the same âelement of surpriseâ tactic.Â
Regardless, Charlie was dotting on the poor demon like he was a small child in need of shepherding. Was she clueless to the situation or just a bleeding heart hopeful?  Â
Either way, the mosquito has returned.Â
From the corner of your eye, you catch Angelâs mood change. From general intrigue to irritation and⊠was that guilt you were smelling as Charlie showed the snake about? No - self-loathing. They always smelled so similar, it was easy to get the two confused.Â
Great now Nifty is fawning over the serpent. The tiny demon is a fucked up enigma that you had no intention of figuring out.
âThis is Thestral. Our most recent guest!â Charlie escorts him before you. You shake the snake demonâs hand - gross, heâs slimy.Â
Static fills your ears, making your hair stand on end as you shake the demonâs hand.
âAnd over here is⊠Oh! Uh, Alastor!â Charlie squeaks. âOur gracious facility manager! Youâve met our newest guest, Sir Pentious⊠HeheâŠâÂ
You feel Alastorâs eyes on the back of your head before he turns to the snake demon. The serpent cowered before the well-dressed Joe, the room filling with the scent of oranges and mint: fear.Â
âAh, yes! Youâre the one who ruined my coat!â The demonâs eyes begin to glow, their eerie red light impregnating the room with their aura. âI definitely remember you now.âÂ
Was that irritation you sensed? You watched his shoulders as the snake demon attempted to apologize, noting their stiffness despite his relaxed demeanor in the kitchen.Â
This guy had a lot of pent up aggression. He carried himself like a clogged overflowing sink someone left the plug in too long. The interaction yesterday with the Vees did nothing to quell his attitude despite the flux he sent the media demon into. The entire grid shut down after you joined Husk at the bar - cellphones, televisions, electricity. It was a blackout for a few hours before his system finally reset. Guess Vox has more of a hold on Pentagram City than you knew.Â
Sir Pentious hands Alastor the small piece of fabric he ripped from him yesterday.Â
âAh-Ho!â The Radio Demon sings. âNot many people have been able to take even this much off me, it must have meant quite a lot to you.âÂ
You snort into your hand, catching a side glance from the Radio Demon.Â
The fabric spontaneously combusts into green flame.Â
What!? He has access to Hellfire? You try to not let the shock show on your face but he catches it regardless.Â
The clock chimes 8 on the wall.
Shit, you were going to be late!Â
Shoving your hands into the pockets sewn into the dress, you double check that you did indeed grab your wallet before heading for the door. âIâm sorry Charlie, but I have to go now!âÂ
âOh, yes! Donât forget, one oâclock!â She waves after you.Â
The cold sensation slips from your ankles, making you shutter as you head for the front, but before you have a chance to pull the door open, Husk steps into your path. âHey, kid,â he whispers, looking over your shoulder at something. âStop by the bar later, wouldya?âÂ
His tone was far more serious than one would expect for a casual hangout invitation.Â
âSure, Husk,â you nod, worried that something was wrong.Â
âStay safe out there,â he pats your shoulder before heading back to the bar, his eyes downcast as he passes the red demon and Princess now entranced in their own conversation.Â
You swear you see Alastorâs shadow move, like it was waving goodbyeâŠ
Anyway⊠That was⊠weird, but good! Making progress with Husk and an opportunity to hear some gossip from the grumpy bartender.Â
You headed out into the cobblestone streets with a new pep in your step and a smile on your face.Â
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âThanks, Susan,â you smiled at the potted daisy in your hand. It was half dead but so was she.Â
âOf course, sweetheart,â she pinched your cheeks as she screamed. She was deaf, everything she said was in a scream.Â
âIâll see you next week!â You smiled, slowly inching away. âWith the lemon finger sandwiches this time!âÂ
She laughs as you parted ways, flipping her boa over her shoulder as she shuffled.Â
You loved the lady, she gave you a room when you had nowhere else to go. After you moved out you thought it would be the end of breakfasts with the old crazy lady, but she begged for tea and snacks once a week in the park. She was lonely - even though she was to blame for her loneliness. She did eat her third husband and all⊠So, you bought her breakfast and tea once a week. It was the least you could do after everything she has done for you.Â
You rounded the Plaza and headed for the doors of Rosieâs Emporium but your stride came to a crashing halt as static filled your ears.Â
âDonât be a stranger, Alastor!â Rosieâs voice carried to the front of the store.Â
Fuck!Â
Flattening against the other half of the double doors, and hiding your face against the wall, you prayed he would walk right past you and not notice your anxiety-riddled form in the doorway. But, alas, you were never that lucky.
âI wouldnât dream of it⊠Oh!â The Radio Demon stopped half stride out the door, his eyes immediately finding yours. The edges of his lips curled far past what you thought possible for his face. His radio faltered just a moment before he addressed you. âWhy, hello there.âÂ
Red bloomed across your cheeks as you came face to face with him. He tipped an eyebrow up, unleashing a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.
You searched for something to say but words seemed just out of reach.Â
What was wrong with you! Why did this demon have so much sway over your emotions! Get yourself together. WhyâŠ
Rosie cleared her throat, causing you to jump. She was quiet when she was being sneaky. âAnd what do we have here?â Her charming New York accent was doing nothing to qualm the nerves in your belly.Â
âThestral, this is Rosie. The most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the Pentagram!â Trumpets echoed through his radio.Â
You tried hard not to roll your eyes.
âOh! Always a charmer,â Rosie smiled wide, her razor sharp teeth on display.
âAnd Rosie,â his arm wraps around your lower back, pushing you closer to the man-eating Overlord. That cold sensation wraps around your legs again, making you shiver. âItâs my pleasure to introduce you toâŠâ
âActually,â you interrupt, trying to keep the bite from your voice. Stepping out of Alastorâs grip, the cold follows you. What made him think he could just touch you like that!? âWeâve met.âÂ
A flash of irritation crosses Alastorâs eyes before being replaced with his mask.
âOh! What a regal surprise!â Rosie drags you inside, taking the dead potted plant from you. âYouâre early!â She goes for a tray of fingers. âCan I offer you something to eat?âÂ
âI just ate actually,â an uncomfortable laugh escapes your lips.Â
You didnât detest cannibalism - I mean, who doesnât enjoy a good shoulder steak? - it was the way Alastor was looking at you that was setting those butterflies in a flurry. It was a look of⊠suspicion? You sniffed, but smelled nothing. Hmm, interesting.
âYou two know each other?â Alastor twirled his cane, clutching it behind his back. His smile was strained.Â
Shit.
âOh, Thestral and I go way back!â She spun, placing the finger food aside before clamping both her hands atop your shoulders. You were trapped. âPractically fell on top of me when she died!âÂ
Alastorâs eyes light up with the addition of the new information. âDid she now?âÂ
You stop him from asking anymore questions with an awkward laugh. âRosie, donât you have to take my measurements?âÂ
âOh, my stars! Youâre here for a dress!â Her eyes sparkle. Cupping your cheeks, she pulls your face to hers. âFinally! This one was getting a little old,â she thumbs a hole in your sleeve you were desperately trying to hide. You frown.Â
You didnât have money to burn often, but when you did you let Rosie dress you up as she pleased. She never wanted money from you, in fact she hated that you offered, but it didnât feel right to just take her creations without giving her something in return.Â
âOh, donât fret, doll! Youâre still a tomato! Donât you think so, Alastor?â She pinched your cheeks, turning your face to the red demon in his newly fashioned pin-striped suit.
You met his eyes, he was clearly loving the embarrassment Rosie was showering you with.Â
âAs cute as a bugâs ear,â he smiled, his eyebrows relaxing in amusement.Â
God, did this man do anything other than fucking smile?Â
Your face reddened under his direct gaze, its burn bleeding into the cold of Rosieâs fingers. You didnât like being dotted on and you sure as Hell didnât like being showed off like this.Â
Wait⊠what did he say? Did he call you cute? The Radio Demon called you cute.Â
âOh!â Rosie finally releases you. You rub your cheeks to lessen the sting from her pinches. âYa-know, Alastor. I got a premo-connect on a guy with about eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickinâs for a deal to be made, my friend!âÂ
A deal? Rosie didnât just throw people a bone out of pity. She didnât freely offer up anything to anyone unless she respected them. Rosie - the Rosie - respected⊠him? The Radio Demon was turning out to be a bigger fish than expected. Still, he remained a mystery. God it was irritating.Â
âI appreciate the offer, but I must be off. So much to do at the Hotel!â He sung, his radio clicking on a smooth jazz. He picked at invisible lint on his shoulder before his half-lidded eyes met yours. âIâll see you this afternoon, darling.â His voice purred, sending butterflies in a flurry within you. With a small bow he slipped out the front door and into Cannibal Plaza taking your breath with him.
You spun as the door shut, swearing you saw a⊠shadow follow him?Â
Fuck, you needed to figure this guy out fast, but that was why you were here wasnât it? Rosie knew all the best gossip in Pentagram City, she was the ideal source to go to for information on Alastor without raising suspicion at the Hotel. Couldnât let any of the Natives think you too interested in the Radio Demon.Â
âYouâre late.â
You spun to face Rosie, a hand on her hip, one eyebrow sky high in suspicion.Â
Shaking off the conflicting emotions stirring within you, you met her energy, crossing your arms in front of your chest. âIt appears you were entertained in my absence.âÂ
âDonât start with the attitude, young lady.â She waved a finger at you as she led you into the parlor.Â
A set of tea was waiting, half drunk and already cold - tea which was supposed to be for you had you been on time.Â
âSusan was extra talkative this morning,â you huffed, taking the chair across from her usual spot. âSeems she missed me.â
The Overlord began tidying up the tray, but as you watched her collect the cups, you couldnât help but wonder something. âWas that planned?â You huffed.
She gave you a look as if you had asked a stupid question.Â
âWhy?â You grommeled, shrinking into the chair.
âPosture!â She waved her finger at you. You rolled your eyes but obeyed. âIt appears Alastor is back from his sabbatical - which I was only made aware of yesterday when he came in here with a torn suit. I asked you here to create a pho-run-in with the Overlord so that you might be aware of his presence, considering the events of tomorrow.â She placed the tray on the side counter.Â
âWaitâŠâ Your ears perked up. Did you hear her correctly? You swallowed hard.Â
âI didnât get a chance to learn of his endeavors with the Hotel until this morning. He made quite a stir yesterday, and when Alastor is in a bad mood you tend to keep conversation short.â She snapped her fingers and a new tray appeared - tea steaming and ready to be served.Â
Every nerve in your body was screaming at you. âRosie, did youâŠâÂ
âNow, come to find my surprise when I learned that he had not just already met you, but already had suspicions of your power. He asked questions, Thestral, questions about you, and IâŠâ
âOh my God, Rosie!â You jumped to your feet, arms clenched at your sides.Â
âWhat has gotten into you?â She stopped mid pour, a hand feigning surprise on her chest.Â
âDid you just say that Alastor is an Overlord?â Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour now.Â
Taking a breath, the woman who had become like a mother to you finished pouring your cup before she set the tea kettle back onto the tray. She took her cup and plate in hand before finally answering your question. âYes.âÂ
You stopped breathing completely. âFuck,â you mumbled before slowly melting back into the chair.Â
Oh my God, how could you be so stupid! Of course the Radio Demon was more powerful than you could ever have imagined. Of course the Radio Demon was an Overlord. Of course an OVERLORD had to be the Hotel manager. Of course an OVERLORD had to sleep across the hall from you! All the planning you put together, all the research, all the preparation and now you had to deal with this!Â
âIâm going to pretend I didnât hear that,â Rosie sipped her tea - jasmine, your favorite.Â
Alastor had beef with the Vees. He pissed off Vox to the point that it overloaded his circuits and shut the entire grid down. No wonder you didnât see him in the commercial. What Overlord would want one of his biggest enemies being able to capture him using his greatest asset of surveillance - a camera.Â
Sir Pentious came to challenge Alastor your very first day at the Hotel because he had heard that Alastor was back! Which meant the Hotel was now a target! Which made you a target! Alastorâs mere presence was attracting attention - attention you didnât want and would inevitably get in the way of your plans!Â
You had always been a behind the scenes type of person. Operating behind a mask was your specialty. Merely shedding the cloak was filling you to the brim with anxiety and now you had to deal with this!Â
No! No! No! No!Â
âThestral youâre burning my couch,â Rosie scolded.Â
Looking down, blue flames licked the seatâs plush arm rest. Silently cursing, you pulled the power back in and suffocated it, leaving behind a bit of blackened fabric.
âThis is going to be a problem,â you spat through gritted teeth.
Now you knew why everyone was so afraid of him.Â
âWhy are you so surprised? I thought you knew by the way you were acting when you ran into him in my parlour. Actually, now that I think about it, you looked more smitten than⊠Huh!â Rosie gasped, her teeth growing into a smile. âAre you sweet on him?âÂ
Your jaw dropped. âWhat? No!âÂ
That was completely illogical! You, sweet on an Overlord!? Preposterous!Â
âMy dear, youâre blushing!â She practically sang.Â
Your hands flew to your cheeks so fast you almost slapped yourself. âJust⊠What⊠I⊠Are you going to take my measurements or not?âÂ
Rosie laughed before pulling out a measuring tape. âOh, I am going to dress you to the nines, tomato!â She gave you a knowing smile as she shepherded you to the block before a set of mirrors.Â
âRosie, I do not like the Radio Demon. If anything he poses a problem. A really big problem.â You stepped onto the block as she circled you like a vulture.Â
âI am pulling out all the stops for you! Two new dresses, maybe a couple pair of those trousers you adore so much, and definitely a few ideas for a night out on the town. Just in case.â She winks at you in the mirror. âAnd new shoes too! Those little heels are done for.âÂ
âRosie⊠Just..â You sank your face in your hands.Â
She stopped immediately. âWhatâs wrong, darling? Talk to Auntie Rosie.âÂ
Running your hands through your hair, you took a deep breath, releasing as much anxiety as you could with it.Â
Things were a lot easier when you operated in the shadows.Â
You faked a small smile before pulling the money clip from your pocket, trying to turn the conversation to something you could handle. âAt least let me pay you this time.âÂ
Rosieâs face turned into one of determination and pride. âYou got it back from Crim, didnât yaâ?âÂ
You pulled your other hand from your pocket to reveal the black calling card. âIndeed I did.âÂ
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You took your time heading to the Entertainment District, letting Rosieâs words simmer within your brain.Â
The Radio Demon was an Overlord and a mysterious one at that. He disappeared seven years ago, only to magically reappear recently under the guise of Charlieâs Hotel Manager.Â
Funny how Lilith also disappeared seven years ago. Funny how this Extermination just so happens to be a special one.Â
But before Alastor took his paid time off, it seems he was quite the shit around here. That at least explains the radio broadcasts: the incessant screaming of souls Alastor plays at whim. You had to admire that part. The man had class, he had art, he had theatrics. You just killed and walked away, not wanting the media spotlight, but Alastor? He thrived off of it. He was a walking entertainment broadcast dependent upon the attention of others.Â
God, and his ego? You didnât even want to start down that road. No wonder he got so pissy when you didnât cower before him like thousands of others do. Fuck, the only one not afraid of him is Princess Morningstar - not because she considers herself more powerful than him but because she is naive. Alastor would kill her in a heartbeat if it meant accomplishing his goals.
Speaking of, what were his goals? Surely he didnât wish to climb the ladder of hotel management. Alastor wasnât an assistant type of guy. He had to be the boss. So whatever plan he has, playing make believe with the Princess has put him in a superior position despite what it appears.Â
Was that it then? Was taking down Charlie his endgame? But why? Charlie doesnât rule, she doesnât utilize her power, she doesnât do anything. She just kind of hangs out with Vaggie and cleans up chemical spills and hugs trees and shit. She wasnât someone all powerful to target and take down - not like Lilith.Â
Wait. Fuck. Lilith.
Thatâs what this is about. He disappeared seven years ago with Lilith and heâs back now because of Lilith.Â
So get to Charlie to get to Lilith, but what does Alastor want with Lilith? Â
So entranced in thought you finally realized you were heading in the complete wrong direction and had stumbled into a part of town you had never been.Â
A window of television screens suddenly shifts to a bright yellow light. âVoxtech Angelic Security coming soon!â The ad chimes along with the new Voxtech logo sprouting a pair of wings.Â
That was going to prove a problem for your late night activities. Not that anyone has ever really been able to capture you on camera before. You're a mass of black smoke when you fly and a dark hooded figure with glowing yellow eyes when you werenât. Hell, the entirety of Pentagram City thought you were a dude. A little sexist but whateverâŠÂ
âFuck,ïżœïżœïżœ you mumbled under your breath before turning down an alley you were hoping was a short cut.Â
âThat fucking, fuck!â Vox comes flying out of a side door, trying desperately to tie his bow tie which has now become a knot around his neck.Â
You would have hid, you would have turned around and ran the moment you saw him, had he not run right into you.Â
Voxâs back slams into your shoulder, knocking you to the ground. The media demon turns on you, his one eye glowing red, a look of pure wrath flashing across his screen.Â
âWatch it!â He bites.
You give him an exasperated look before climbing to your feet. Great, now this dress is truly ruined! Your right hip is covered in black dirt, and thereâs a tear along the hem. Rosie is going to kill you.Â
âYou ran into me,â you brush your skirt. You didnât snap at him, you simply stated the truth.Â
The demon is taken aback. How dare you speak to him like that! Did you not know who he is?Â
âYou want to repeat that again you, littleâŠâ He stops mid sentence, his attention drawn to the hand you were extending him. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
You gesture to the bow tie, nonchalantly, âI had a lot of brothers growing up. I got good at tying ties and bow ties and you look like you could use some help.â You nod to his left thumb, thoroughly stuck in the knot.Â
He raises an eyebrow in confusion, staring at you as if you had just sprouted a second head. When he doesnât respond, you roll your eyes and begin unraveling the silk around his neck. The demon stiffens beneath your touch, freezing in place. You could feel his eyes boring into the top of your head as you worked.Â
It was a simple red bow tie, the slipperiness of the fabric made it difficult to get the ends even, but a few twists and you had it back to normal. You even closed the distance, folding the band around his neck beneath the collar of his shirt.Â
He doesnât have that aura of static like Alastor does nor that sense of coldness which hangs about his shadow. Really you expected more similarities between the two, given that they were practically each otherâs counterparts. But here, now, you didnât get the same feelings being around Vox like you did the Radio Demon. Actually it was lack thereof.Â
It was probably just Voxâs lack of power. Really and truthfully you meant it when you said Vox is only â
of an Overlord. Without the other Vees, he isnât a threat. Alastor? That man was full power in only one suit.Â
Wait⊠why were you so focused on comparing him to Alastor right now?Â
âThere,â you slapped your hands against your thighs. âTa-da!â You gave him a show of jazz hands before continuing down the alleyway. A shiver runs down your spine as you could feel his gaze still on your form. God, heâs such a creep.
âHey! Wait!â The media demon calls after you.Â
You roll your eyes before spinning, cursing under your breath.Â
The look on Voxâs face made you pause. Was thatâŠ? You sniffed. Curiosity? No, that wasnât quite right. You sniffed again, not able to place the emotion. Youâve never really smelled anything like it before.Â
The demon clears his throat, suddenly self conscious. âCan I at least offer you a ride to wherever youâre going⊠as a thank you?â He crosses his arms in front of him, taking a few slow steps in your direction.Â
Fuck that. The last thing you wanted was Vox to know anything about you. Anything at all.Â
âNo, thanks,â you spin again andâŠ
âCan I at least know your name?â He tries again.
Ugh!Â
âWhy?â You bite, your hands finding your hips.Â
The demon looks confused before his screen flashes back to a neutral face. He smiles and itâs far softer than you expected, âI just want to know the name of my savior.â He chuckles. âI got a little mixed up back there and am grateful for your services in fixing the situation.âÂ
Okay⊠Youâve never actually seen Vox be nice before. This was weird.Â
Your eyes trail his form from his shoes to the broken antenna atop his head. Youâve never actually seen the media demon in person, but he cleans up well. The suit was nice but the hat was a little corny. No one wears top hats anymore. Also, his head is a flat television screen, how does that thing even stay up there?Â
âUh, no.â
He blinks. âNo?â
âYeah, no.â You repeat. Was he dumb?Â
He scoffs, âdo you know who I am?âÂ
You spin, not daring to stop this time, âyup!â You waved to him over your shoulder, not looking back. âBye!âÂ
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Vox sprints through the door, the wood vibrating off its hinges.Â
âWhat the fuck has gotten into you?â Velvette snaps from her place on the couch.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ The media demon slams his hands against his desk, a look of madness on his face as his one eye blinks red. âI didnât get her nameâŠâ He whispers to himself.Â
âWho?â Velvette smacks her lips against a lollipop, a loud âpop!â with each suck.Â
âThe most beautiful creature in HellâŠâ
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@ruinedtendenciesââ asked: â Â iâm just not sure if i can fully forgive you yet. but for you iâm willing to try. Â â / harry + peter!
âThanks.â Peter said, smiling a little though he still felt bad for just dumping them the other night. âI swear, it wonât happen again. And I will make it up to you.â he said. âHow about pizza and movies, tonight? I swear I will be there and I will paying for all of it.. huh? how does that sound?â he asked, an awkward grin across his lips as he hoped they would agree.
#{ anyway the wind blows; answered ask }#{ i like to think spider-man gives people hope; interactions peter parker }#ruinedtendencies
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âi think thereâs been a glitch.â || tom blyth x f!reader
| request - glitch by taylor swift would be so perfect for tom
| A/N - 1989 aesthetic with a midnights song?? let me cook. just let me cook. 1989 is both beach and city so you know iâm grilling up some shit that will have you kicking your feet.
(divider by @dvluc)
the sun was boiling every inch residing below it, and you were included. rachel, being the saint she is, conjured up the idea of having a beach day while you were all still in L.A.
the car was full of laughter and loud music. you had rented a jeep and were more than happy to take the top off. you were never able to drive a convertible in new york, it always rains. the wind was whipping your hair all around the air but you found it hard to care. you were driving while tom had called shotgun and fought josh for it. he was fiddling with the volume and bass while rachel was trying to convince josh to not stand up and stick his head out of the vehicle.
"i vote that josh stands up and gets his head chopped off, final destination style." you yelled over the wind and music. josh nods at rachel and she covers her face turning away from him. he begrudgingly stayed in his seat as you were trying to convince tom to stand up.
"it'll be fun! i can't do it, i'm driving. let me live vicariously through you." the music had been turned down and tom was smiling and shaking his head at you.
you were all racing down to the beach, josh obviously winning. as everyone was accusing him of cheating because he got a head start, tom took his shirt off. you fell silent as he was walking to the water and you suddenly felt as if the sun was hugging the earth. you slowly pulled your dress over your head and trailed behind of josh and rachel, still arguing over how josh cheated.
the ocean was cold and it cooled the heat in your cheeks instantly. you spun around looking for tom but couldn't see him above water, suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your ankle and you were engulfed by the water.
you came back to the surface coughing and yearning for revenge while tom was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "what if i drowned and died? you wouldn't be laughing very hard then."
we were supposed to be just friends. you don't live in my part of town, but maybe i'll see you out some weekend.
the bass was shaking the ground and the lights were almost disorientating. your friends had managed to pull you out to a club in brooklyn. the pregame shots already kicking in as you felt yourself loosening up and your friend pulled you toward the sea of bodies. some overly-produced pop song was flowing out of the loud speakers as your body collided with the surrounding people.
a hand was placed on your waist and you whipped around to see who was violating you. you met the eyes of your offender and smiled. "tom! i haven't seen you in weeks! how was berlin?" you scream over the music and he pulls you in for a hug, leading you away from the people. you blow a kiss to your friend but they don't even notice you leaving.
your feet swung as you were sitting in a barstool next to tom, chatting about what he's been up to. "yeah, we're finally done with all the promos and interviews." you're nursing your third drink of the night, mixed with your previous shots, your blood alcohol level was too high. "that's so cool! i knew rachel and josh were back but i didn't know you were back in brooklyn." he smiles and nods. "what're you doing in brooklyn anyway? don't you live an hour away?" he asks and you laugh. "my friends really wanted to go here and they yanked me out of bed."
depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship i'm in, and whats in my system.
you answer your buzzing phone and greet rachel, asking if you'd like to go out to dinner with them. "yeah, i'd love to! i'm with paul right now, is it alright if he comes along?" paul was your latest kind-of-boyfriend that you'd met at an award show.
paul and josh were conversing about star wars while you were talking with some of the other girls before rachel tapped your arm. you turned your head to her and she asked quietly "so are you guys dating? meeting your friends is a pretty big step.". you shot an unamused look at her and shook your head. "no, he said that he doesn't want anything serious. i honestly have zero clue if he even likes me, he's really weird about talking about it. but i don't even wanna date him." you whispered back, your attention pulled from her to tom who just sat down and was greeting everyone.
"hey, i'm tom." he extended his hand for paul to shake and you grew nervous. you see paul point at you and tom turns his head and smiles at you, you manage a tight-lipped smile back and lean your head on rachel's shoulder. "this is actually horrible, i wish you said to not bring him." you confess to her as she tilts her head towards yours. "why? he seems nice. he's getting along with everyone." you lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows. "i think he told tom he came with me. and i've literally had a small crush on tom since you introduced us." you whisper quickly to her and her mouth falls open. she smiles mischievously at you and calls tom over.
"do you think we could switch seats? i really want to sit with josh." he nods and takes her seat. he turns to you and you stare straight a head, trying to ignore the abundance of butterflies inhabiting your stomach. you hear your name fall from his lips and you finally turn to face him. "paul seems nice, i'm really happy for you," you try your hardest to not slip under the table in dispair but you end up offering your thanks and talking about your recent work.
i think there's been a glitch. five seconds later i'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, and i'm not even sorry.
your three friends had one last premiere in california, and you were coincidentally filming for your latest show in hollywood. your arm was wrapped around tom's as you were posing for the press, the blinding flashing of the cameras leaving dark spots in your vision. tom's hand rubbed circles on your lower back as you smiled for the pictures and quickly exited the carpet.
you took a deep breath and sat down next to rachel. "thanks for coming with me." tom whispered in your ear and you smiled at him. "of course, i'd do anything you asked me to." you internally punch yourself and turn your attention back to the screen.
you hadn't left toms side the entire night until you were back at his hotel room and you learned you were staying in the same hotel. he offered a glass of wine to you as you both sat on the floor, leaning against his bed. "yeah, paul and i didn't last very long, he had no personality it was so hard trying to talk to him." tom laughs and his head leans against his shoulder. "i was wondering about that, i just thought you liked really bland guys."
i was supposed to sweat you out. in search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground. i think there's been a glitch.
a comfortable layer of silence laid on top of you both as the air was filled with the quiet sound of taylor swift. "i really like hanging out with you." you whisper and set your phone down. tom raises his eyebrows and stutters out "oh,um, t-thank you. i also really like hanging out with you. it always feels really easy." you smile and focus your eyes on a patch of carpet below you. "do you have a girlfriend, tom?" he shakes his head slowly, watching your every move.
"then, would you mind if i kissed you? it's totally okay if you say no, why did i even ask that? that was really-" your ranting had been cut short by tom linking your lips together. "jus' stop talking." he muttered against your lips, you turned your body towards his and felt yourself slowly getting lowered onto the ground. you definitely spilled wine on the carpet but that all seemed so irrelevant now.
nights are so starry, blood moonlit. it must be counterfeit.
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