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The Veil Whisperer | Azriel x Reader (3)

Summary: The Veil Whisperer settles into the Night Court and attends a dinner with the inner circle.

Themes: Love/hate relationship, enemies to lovers kinda.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, MDNI. Let me know if I missed any.

Part One | Part Two

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"What are you doing?" The Shadowsinger asked. Not more than a moment ago, one of his slithery friends watched... well you weren't sure if they had eyes. Regardless, one of the swirling shadows observed you pull a herb bundle from your bag, light it off a nearby candle and begin to singe the ends of it. It did not wait for any further action before it slinked away. Its master followed no more than thirty seconds later, standing before you with impatient scepticism rippling off him in waves.

Your head rolled around your shoulder, watching him for a moment with the bundle still smouldering in your hands. It baffled you, really. How males like him, who had cut through the lives of his enemies as though they were a shortcut could be so easily shaken. Though people were often fearful of that which they could not understand. Azriel stood, arms crossed with a face stone cold. "What are you so afraid of, Spymaster?" You asked with a gentle purr. One that you knew would set his teeth on edge.

Your smirk widened into a grin when his jaw feathered just the slightest bit. Satisfied with your desired effect, you blew on your herb bundle. The simmering glowed brighter and brighter and smoke began to billow from it. The various aromas of sage, basil, rosemary and more brought a certain comfort to you. It had been a long time since you last left home for a job. A few decades at least. "I'm not afraid of you."

"You may not be afraid of me," You began, the smile on your face becoming less and less forced, "But you are afraid of what I can do, Azriel," You purred his name.

Azriel did not reply. Instead, he stalked further into the room. His shadows spread around the room, weaving and slithering in and around your belongings. You said nothing either, allowing his nerves to be quelled by your oh-so threatening cosy pyjamas. They lingered in your packed bag, rooting through every pocket. One zipped back to its master, bobbing around his ear. "What is that?" Azriel asked as he pulled a wrapped object from your bag, wariness thickening in the room.

The invasiveness began to grate on your nerves. You more than understood his need to make sure you weren't going to attempt to collapse his brother's court, but you thought you deserved more credit than hiding your plans in your bag next to your fuzzy socks. "It's nothing important," You spoke carefully. The need to snatch the object from him made your fingers twitch.

Azriel's eyes remained fixed on your hands. Quite the remarkable observer he was. "Doesn't seem that way." Those eyes darted to your own. You held your own. Though, you noted the amber brilliance shining back. They looked like the sun rising on a summer morning, a hot whiskey on a solstice eve. His eyes bore an intensity you hadn't felt before. It was thoughtful and warm, yet edged with a fierce need to protect.

"Unravel it then," You warned with mock seriousness, using the goading to pull yourself back from the trance this male's stare just had you in. You watched as he delicately began to unwrap the cloth.

"Careful!" You shouted.

Azriel's hands froze, and his head shot up to look at you. The Spymaster was met with your smug face, holding back laughter as you beheld his face. His face instantly twisted into a scowl and it broke your resolve. With your giggles providing an annoying addition to Azriel's sour mood, he uncovered the mystery object in his hand. However, his confusion remained unresolved when a child's toy stared back at him. The Shadowsinger looked at you again, waiting for an explanation as to why you would possibly be carrying a child's toy.

Your chuckles died down to nothing and you allowed yourself to stare at Azriel with a look that would remind him that he was in front of the Veil Whisperer, not some low level spy or rat he found in his court. A look that would remind him that if you truly wished to crush the Night Court, his snooping around your belongings would do little to stop you. When the point was made, you held out your hand for the toy. This time, Azriel did not argue. He just placed your belonging back into your hand and made a start towards the door. He stopped at the entrance. Facing away from you, he said "Rhysand and Feyre have invited you to dinner this evening to formally introduce themselves and our court to you. Please be ready to leave at sundown, I will escort you there." And he left.

***

A slightly satisfied huff made its way from your mouth as your temporary lodgings felt like your own. Your trinkets littered every bit of shelf space. Crystals and books on some, jewels and items previous customers had retrieved for you on others. A stick of incense was smouldering close to its end, and it was the finishing touch to making the room more you than it was Night Court. A set of footsteps neared your room, of which you were unfamiliar with. They were too heavy to be that of your shadowy stalker and his counterparts, but the stride was no less confident. Deliberate, letting you know that they were coming. And an aura that seemed to be seeping from them from all angles. Old, but new to this world. Grave, yet used for good. Your lips began to curl, this being's power causing the hairs to raise on your arm. It had been a long time since another's power had caused a spike of fear to zip through you.

Like a cold breeze on an autumn morning, the kind that cut into you, Lady Death stood at your door. You had heard whispers of the Made Archeron sisters, about how the High Lady contained a sliver of power bestowed unto her by each of the High Lords and whose true potential had yet to be witnessed. Then, her two elder sisters. Elain, the sweet one from what you had been told, was gifted the Sight by the Cauldron because she was just so lovely. But this female, she sent shivers down your spine. Nesta Archeron who took her power from the Cauldron. A power of pure death. Power that many thirsted for. Yet, she gave it back in return for the birth of her nephew and the life of her sibling. A strong female; to not only take power but to relinquish it.

"How can I help you, Nesta Archeron?" You asked with a slight dip of your chin.

Her stare weighed on you. Nesta's eyes scanned you slowly. They stopped in some areas, and shot away from others... particularly at the tattoos that littered your face. You stared right back, your eyes not leaving hers. You could understand why this female made other fae piss their pants.

"I just wanted to see what the fuss was about." Nesta's voice was as smooth as the finest silk in the lands, yet edged with razors.

"Is that so," You replied with a ghost of a smile on your lips. While her voice was calm and smooth, you could tell there was more to this visit than she was going to let on.

Her lips tightened and she raised her chin, those piercing eyes hardened with wariness. "Well I assumed that the female who had my brother-in-law shaking in his boots would be more... impressive."

A haunting grin spread across your face and you couldn't help the cackle that left you. Both at the revelation that you truly did scare the most powerful high lord in history and that Nesta Archeron was as infamous as you had heard. "And here I was thinking that you, Nesta Archeron, would be more... boring." You did not miss the slight shock on her face. "But do not underestimate me. I have been around longer than you and I understand your power more than you do. It would be wise to do yourself the favour of remaining in my good graces."

The staring contest that ensued was palpable. Both of you scrutinised the other, allowing your intuition to guide your opinion. That power danced behind her eyes was cold, yet beautiful. For reasons you weren't sure of, you allowed your own power to snake to the surface. It warmed your eye sockets, sent tingles down your fingertips. It wasn't often you let your true nature loose, especially not in a childish, animalistic show of dominance. If you had witnessed other fae do this, you'd roll your eyes and spit on their names. Yet, here you were standing off with Lady Death herself. And for a moment, no more than a fraction of a second, she faltered. Her chest fluttered the slightest bit and you knew your point had been made. You forced your power back behind its wall and dipped your chin to Nesta. Even though you triumphed in your juvenile staring contest, you respected her will to stand up against the flicker of fear.

"Will you-" She stopped herself. Nesta looked as though she was having a mental debate. With a sigh, she squared her shoulders and looked upon you once again. "Will you teach me about my power? Amren and I have been working on it but Bryce... she uh..."

"Who's Bryce?" You asked coyly.

"I'm not sure I am permitted to tell you... and I am on fairly thin ice lately." You could tell that her pride was bruised from the way she spoke.

"Ah the World Walker," You mused and this time Nesta did not hide her shock. "I knew about the World Walker the moment she tore into our reality... I knew nothing good would come of it. It is what has resulted is my being here, as I'm sure you know by now." You gestured for Nesta to come in and sit. She weighed on it for a moment, stopping herself for a moment before deciding to comply. With all the grace in the world, she sat and rested her hands in her lap. "Did you have much interaction with this Bryce?" Although the thoughts of a World Walker being anywhere near you set your nerves alight, you also couldn't help the curiosity that gnawed at the back of your mind.

"Some," Nesta stated, with a ghost of a smile curling her lips. "She is an interesting female."

"I'm sure she is. But her visit has left you troubled. Personally." Nesta would have to get used to you cutting right to the point.

"Yes." Nesta answered. "I think you will be able to help me. I asked Rhysand about requesting your help with it while you were here and he told me not to due to... your usually strange and taxing demands in exchange for your services. So I would like to get an idea of what this would cost me."

A humoured breath pushed through your nose. "Your High Lord knows me well."

"He's not my High Lord," Nesta snapped.

"Regardless," You rolled your eyes. "He knows me well. But for something such as this... I cannot put a cost on it. You will either agree to this and I will work with you or you can go and try figure it out on your own."

Nesta breathed a long sigh, frustration rippling off her in waves. "But you won't ask me to retrieve a plant from the Bog of Oorid that will cause me to feel like death warmed up?"

"If I think it will help you discover more of your power then I just might," You warned with a devilish grin. "But I will ask for nothing that will benefit me. It will not be easy, Nesta Archeron, at times you will question why you even came to me in the first place."

The eldest sister's lips tightened. "Why won't you charge me?"

"You are the first high fae to ever come to me for help discovering their power. I have seen a variety of beings over my time, and high fae have been the most arrogant by far. They come to me with their judgments and demands that they think will progress their position or give them an edge against their enemies. But you are the first one to come to me asking for genuine help. Innocent. I respect that." The pride that you saw reflected in her gaze made your smile turn kinder. Nesta nodded. "And in my culture, it is back luck to deny a request such of this. It was the first thing my mother taught me about our way of life. But my transaction with Rhysand must take precedence. I will make time for you where I can. Be prepared, Lady Death."

Nesta rose and smoothed her hands over her dress. "Please do not say anything to the High Lord and Lady about this... or any of them for that matter. This is something I wish to do for myself and I will tell them in my own time."

"No one will hear it from me."

With that, Nesta made for the door. You watched as she neared the door. She paused at the door, the same place she had when she first sought you out. "Thank you, Veil Whisperer." And then she was gone.

***

Azriel rubbed his face, in the comfort of his room. A few days had passed since he returned from his mission... and yet it felt like he was still on the mission. The nap he had taken the day of his return had been the only bit of meaningful rest he'd gotten, and it had only been a couple hours at best. Whenever he closed his eyes, the stress of that thing being loose ran marathons in his head along with the presence of her keeping pace with it. Work and home had never been the same thing before for Azriel. This had always been a place of rest, a place where he could put his job and all its nasty details into that shadowed part of his brain and he didn't have to think about it. Now, Azriel felt as though he was working double time. The constant need to send his shadows to check on the Veil Whisperer and her actions was a fulltime job itself. This was going to be a long mission, and the adjustment after it would be hard.

The way that female grinned at him like he was a fool set his teeth on edge. Azriel couldn't get that cocky look from his head, the way the lines tattooed on her face curved and bent when she bore that sharp toothy smile. It was a smile that was cruel, yet full of amusement and the image of it would be burned into his memory forever. Azriel felt his frustration begin to rise at the thought of how she spoke too. The Veil Whisperer had a melodic voice, smooth and sure but the words that held that sound made Azriel want pull his hair out. He found himself replaying her snide remarks in his head over and over, each time he wanted to clap back with his own petty comment. Though, even his imaginative version of her managed to out-word him. Gods, he really hated her. Not only for performing her... ritual on him and his brothers but also for the lack of respect since. Azriel thought he might be able to cope when she came to the border -- any idiot could have seen how stressed she was. But no, the Veil Whisperer quickly settled back into her asshole persona.

Two short, gentle knocks sounded on his door. Azriel didn't have to ask who it was, not with his shadows whispering the name of his visitor. Azriel approached his door, pulling it open and the sweet scent of fresh soil and flowers filled his nose. "Hello, Elain. What are you doing here? Did you take the stairs?"

Elain smiled bashfully and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Hello, Azriel. No, I didn't. Cassian flew me up earlier, I have been tending to the gardens and thought I would come to see you while I was here." Elain's voice was like music to his ear, so soft and words so kind. It was a needed change from what he had been dealing with.

The winged spymaster gestured for Elain to enter and a shadow pulled a chair out for her by his window. "Thank you." Elain settled herself into the seat and smoothed her hands over her skirts. Azriel watched as she gazed out his window and it sent a painful reminder of how she was when her and Nesta were first Made. He truly hoped she never fell back into that woe again in her now very long lifetime. "I suppose I really wished to come and tell you that I'm sorry."

"Why would you want to say sorry?" Azriel asked.

"Well I feel as though I might have overstepped the other evening at dinner. I did not intend to push you, I just worry about you." Elain's cheeks dusted with rose the more she spoke, and she could not meet his eyes. She raised her head and smiled meekly, pulling something from her pocket, "So I brought you a peace offering. It's a salve to help with stress. I used some of the herbs I've been learning to grow to make it."

Azriel's heart thumped painfully in his chest when Elain raise the small tub of salve. He stared at it for a moment, feeling both an overwhelming sense of adoration but also sadness. "You did not overstep," Azriel began and took the salve from her hand. He then took her wrist and twisted her hand and raised it to his lips. The Shadowsinger kissed her gently, trying to pour all his gratitude into the action. Elain's cheeks were blood red by the time the action was complete. "And you do not have to apologise. I apologise for being dismissive. I would hate to offload my troubles onto you, Elain. You do not deserve to hear the horrors that entails my line of work."

The middle sister smiled, looking as though she was going to protest but remained quiet. Instead she rose from her seat and took the tub from Azriel. Gingerly, Elain unscrewed the lid and looked at Azriel for permission. Azriel felt like a lovesick teen with the way his breath seemed caught in his lungs. He nodded slightly, and he felt blood rush to his own cheeks when Elain coated the creamy balm on her fingers. The sight of the pair of them would be enough to make Cassian gag if he were present. Azriel felt all thoughts fall away from him when Elain massaged the product into his temples. Her touch was soft, the motion gentle. The breath that seemed to be screaming in Azriel's lungs released slowly, and it seemed to melt away the tension in his wings, back, neck and everywhere that Azriel didn't even know was tight. Elain's soft breaths were shaking, her cheeks redder than they had ever been. It was such an innocent moment, yet it was the most intimate experience Azriel felt like he'd ever had.

"Is this okay?" Elain whispered, her doe eyes staring into his with such... trust.

Azriel closed his hands around Elain's, as though she was a feather, and he held her there. He wished he could keep this moment paused forever. Rhysand's previous warnings were nowhere in his mind, not with how sweet this all felt. It was like taking that first inhale of fresh air after being inside for hours or the smell of fresh rain. It was such a natural feeling, it felt right. Azriel leaned in slowly, his nose brushing against her nose. It was his turn to ask "Is this okay?"

Azriel couldn't help the way his heart dropped when Elain took a minuscule step back. Despite her rosy cheeks and wide pupils, she stepped back. "I..." She began and looked down apologetically. She pulled her hands away and linked them together in front of her. "I like you Az, I do but..." She looked away.

"It's okay, Elain. You do not have to explain yourself." Azriel smiled with as much reassurance he could muster despite his heart feeling like lead that was sinking to the pit of his stomach.

"No, you don't get it," Elain almost snapped. "I wish I could just do this with you, that I could enjoy this feeling with you without worrying about what people might do or think!"

"What Lucien might do." Azriel stated blandly. If it had been appropriate and he was a lesser male, he would have rolled his eyes and whisper a curse to the heavens about how much he wanted to kick that redhead in the ass... but he was not a lesser male. Azriel could understand the predicament Elain was in.

"Not just Lucien... though I have been reading up on the uh... mating bond," Elain said uncomfortably, "and I worry that he might do something brash so I'm trying to find my footing. But also Feyre and Rhysand. I know Rhysand warned you, Feyre warned me also. She warned me that I'm not ready. At first I was so angry with her, angry because who does she think she is to be making these decisions for me. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised she's right." Azriel remained quiet. "In a very short space of time I went from a betrothed human, to a High Fae female who has a mate. And while that mate did his best to get to know me, all I wanted was my human fiance... and now there's this!" Elain exclaimed gesturing frantically between herself and the Illyrian warrior who felt little more than a boy in that moment. Elain ran her fingers through her hair. "It's lovely, it truly is but-"

"But it's too fast and you need space," Azriel finished.

"It's too fast and I need space," Elain echoed and released a long sigh. "I'm sorry. I just-"

"Stop right there," Azriel interrupted. Elain frowned. "You do not need to apologise for anything. I understand. We can take a step back and you can take as much space as you need to figure everything out." The look of relief on Elain's face made Azriel's heart hurt. "I can wait for you." He added softly, and caressed her cheek. Elain nodded once, and smiled once again. It made Azriel weak in the knees.

"I don't know how long it will take... or if I will even choose anyone," Elain warned.

"That's fine. I will wait until you tell me to either stop or you decide that you want me too." Azriel said. He pined after Mor for so long. He could manage this.

***

Elain had left hours ago and Azriel had ruminated over his exchange with her over and over again since. He wished that, for once, something in his love life could go smoothly. Just once. He thought it was happening when she brought him that salve. The way she had massaged his temples... it felt so right. Felt like they had been together for years. And like always, the moment was ruined just as quick as it started. He ruined it just as quick as it started. Azriel cursed himself for trying to kiss her again, his mind ran circles around itself wondering if that conversation would have happened if he didn't jump the gun.

Whatever, he thought to himself. Azriel looked at the time. He actually rolled his eyes this time when he saw that it was time for dinner. Time to go get you and bring you to the family dinner. It felt like a violation to have the Veil Whisperer of all people joining something that Azriel held dear to his heart. Yet another part of his personal life tarnished by this chore you were becoming. Azriel left his bedroom and tracked his way to the guestroom. Though, he could smell whatever you were burning from down the hall. It was pleasant, he hated to admit. Azriel knocked on the door twice, not wanting to barge in and uncover another ritual you could be performing.

You opened the door, smirking widely at him. "Good evening, Azriel." You purred and leaned your head against the door. It took effort for Azriel to not react. He wished he could wipe that smirk off your face.

"Good evening," He replied stiffly. "Are you ready to go?"

You opened the door wider and Azriel was surprised to see that you dressed... pleasantly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but the fabrics layered on top of each other to create a two piece top and trousers definitely wasn't what he had in mind. A necklace with some inscriptions that he couldn't understand sat delicately on your chest. Azriel turned on his heel and began to walk, not even checking that you were following. Your soft footsteps padding close behind him were enough regardless. Azriel did not speak nor did he make any other sound until he reached the balcony.

"We will fly down." Azriel stated and offered nothing else.

"You sure you don't want to winnow us down, Spymaster? You look like you're going to shit yourself." Azriel's jaw tensed at your snotty words.

"You're not worth the effort." Azriel did not wish to explain himself to you. He hadn't flown much since he arrived home and he wanted to stretch his wings... carrying you was a necessary evil for that.

"Ouch," You said flatly, though Azriel could almost taste the sarcasm dripping from your tone. Instead of getting into a word battle with you, he merely opened his arms. He stared straight ahead as you stepped into him. Azriel lifted with ease and flapped his wings widely. In moments, he was airborne.

You looked out over the city initially, but as Azriel climbed you turned your head and looked at this face instead. He made a point of not looking at you. Yet when your hand came up and grabbed his shirt tightly, it was his turn to have a cocky grin. "The wise, old, scary Veil Whisperer is afraid of flying is she?"

You frowned deeply and your heart was beating so fast that Azriel could hear it over the wind. "I'm not that old and I'm not afraid."

A yelp-gasp type of noise escaped your lips when Azriel suddenly dropped a few feet. He was sure his shirt would rip from your grip at any moment yet he laughed at your fear. "That was not funny!" You growled breathlessly. The Shadowinger held his own razor sharp grin as the townhouse came into view. If you were going to be a miserable pain in his ass, he would do the same to you.

Azriel landed on the balcony at the townhouse and set you down. He watched as your legs wobbled a bit, not enough for someone other than the Night Court Spymaster to see but in your case... Azriel began walking as soon as you were out of his arms. Once again, he did not wait to see if you were following. He strode straight for the balcony doors. Azriel smirked once again once he heard your hurried footsteps behind him. In the short walk to the dining room, Azriel heard you take a few deep breaths.

Rounding the corner into the room, Azriel watched as everyone was already there and stood from their seats and your arrival. His eyes scanned the room and everyone's faces held a different look. Mor looked curious, tilting her head to try see the female behind him. Amren look as though she couldn't care less, as per usual. Elain looked visibly nervous and didn't look into his eyes.

"Good to see you, brother," Cassian said and pulled Azriel into a hug. The General looked into your eyes over his brother's shoulder. He slid away from Azriel and stood before you. "And uh, it is a pleasure to see you again." Cassian extended his hand to you.

You took the General's hand and shook it firmly. "It is good to see you too, General. Have you recovered from our last encounter?" You asked slyly.

Cassian, to your surprise, smiled like a cocky teenager. "I am doing just fine, thank you." Nesta came up to his side and made her greetings to which you played along with. She was clearly serious about her wish to keep your little pact a secret.

Everyone took their turn introducing themselves to you, each different from the last. Finally, the middle Made sister was before you. "I'm Elain, it is nice to meet you." Elain bowed her head slightly towards you. Well, you could understand why the Cauldron liked her so much just from her looks alone.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Elain." The middle sister looked surprised at your simple response. To be honest, she looked like she was afraid you would bite her. Her lips twitched into a small smile as she dipped her head again and retreated back to her seat.

"Thank you for inviting me to this meal," You addressed the High Lord and Lady. Feyre gestured to the empty seat between herself and Azriel who had since seated himself with Elain on his left. You made your way to the seat and settled yourself into the plush chair.

"Well," Rhysand began, "As I'm sure Azriel explained, this dinner was to introduce you to everyone in our inner circle. We are at your full disposal given the nature of this... issue." You nodded once. "Now time to stop with all this chat and let's eat." Not even a second after Rhysand finished talking, the food appeared on the table and everyone began digging in.

Some time passed, and you tried not to comment on the fleeting glances that almost everyone seemed to be throwing your way. Everyone apart from Azriel who either stared at his dinner, or engaged in conversation with Elain. It amused you to no end that you wormed your way under his skin so easily. With another more than obvious stare for The Morrigan, you rolled your eyes and sighed, "Clearly some of you have questions, so go ahead and ask. I'm not going to hex you for talking to me."

Feyre smiled into her wine at your dryness. Though, before she managed to talk, Morrigan blurted out, "What's a hex?"

"A hex is a curse. It can be viscous or just cause annoyance." Mor's mouth made an 'O' shape and she sat back into her seat, clearly running through all her subsequent questions.

"Do you hex people often?" Rhysand asked, to your surprise.

You turned your head to look at him, your signature smirk on your lips. "No, I don't make a habit of it. Hexing is a delicate process. One wrong word, one wrong intention and they can backfire in the most twisted ways."

The High Lady looked at you intently. "Have you ever had a hex backfire?"

Your smirk turned into a bitter smile. "I think every practicing female in my culture has had a hex backfire... it's like a rite of passage." You smiled as you took a drink of your wine. The silence at the table was palpable.

"How did it backfire?" Elain's voice was next.

"Elain!" Feyre whisper-shouted.

You raised your hand in dismissal, "It's fine. Most practicing females begin their lessons after they have their first blood. We learn about the dangerous stuff first... I suppose that's because we can try it while we're still young and stupid and don't have enough training to cause any serious harm. Anyways, there was a male in my village who I was convinced was my future mate," You smiled. That earned a few snickers. "Though, he had zero interest in me. In fact, I believe his mother warned him to stay away from me because of our... reputation. I did my best to get his attention, even covered up this," You gestured to the lines decorating your face. You didn't expect anyone at the table to understand how taboo it was for your to cover the tattoos, yet when you met Feyre's eyes, she looked sympathetic. "But instead, he and his friends berated me. They threw their food at me and beat me. So that night, I snuck into my mother's study and spent all night conjuring up my little hex. It was supposed to make his and all his friends' hair fall out. I was so confident in myself. Yet when I woke up the next morning, I was balder than the day I was born." The table erupted in laughter, to which you joined in.

"What did your mother say?" Nesta asked.

"Oh she knew what I had tried to do the moment I stood before her in tears. I showed her what I had done and she found where I went wrong immediately. I was punished accordingly, as if being bald wasn't punishment enough. But I learned my lesson."

"What happened to the boy and his friends?" Amren asked, who had remained very quiet throughout the dinner.

"Oh, I ended up lacing their drinking water with laxatives a few weeks later." Another round of chuckled occurred.

The table went quiet. You finished your plate and washed it down with your wine. "Your mother taught you?" Nesta asked cautiously.

"Yes, and my grandmother." You replied, your mind wandering to them. It was clear by your demeanour that neither female was alive anymore.

"How did they pass?" The High Lord asked.

Your brows furrowed and you looked at him with confusion. "You don't know?"

The silence at the table became thick with tension. "What do you mean?" Rhysand asked, his eyes hard.

"Your father killed them." Everyone halted their movements, even Azriel who had made a point in eating and drinking through your previous story telling. The High Lord clearly looked lost for words, his eyes flickering as if trying to remember the details. Feyre grabbed his hand beneath the table. "During the war..." You began. "He didn't tell you?"

"I'm afraid not, you have my apologies," Rhysand spoke with as much sincerity as your had seen.

"During the war, your father caught wind that my mother and grandmother could predict certain things, sway events in his favour..." You began, and cleared your throat. Azriel turned his head to look at you for the first time since dinner began. You looked back at him, feeling a certain comfort in his amber eyes. You turned your head back to the table, "It was an exaggeration of our gifts. We don't get clear images, just flashes. The future can change, it it not a set thing. Their predictions were true for the most part. Some of the battles were won just from those glimpses. But our deities will only show us what they want us to see," You said. You knew you weren't being totally clear, it would take a lot more time and a lot less emotions to explain how it worked. "My grandmother was the female who taught some of you scrying, which I believe is now used widely enough." You missed how most eyes darted to Nesta briefly. "Anyways, there was one day where the predictions showed that your father would lose a battle. And lose hard. The Battle of Blossom," You voice was grave.

"I remember it well," Azriel stated. "It was during the time we were all separated for the war." Cassian and Rhys tensed their jaws. "It was a massacre, we barely made it out. There has only been a few times that I have been too close to death and that was one of them."

"Well my mother and grandmother warned it was going to happen. But the former High Lord forced them to do every ritual they could to turn the tide in his favour. They tried to explain it to him, but he would not hear it." The anger rose in your chest, you felt sick.

"My father was not the listening kind." Rhysand's dry words told you enough about his regard for his late father.

"Yes, and my mother and grandmother found that out together. When the battle was lost and your father returned, he had them both executed for treason. Said that they were traitors." Your stomach was filled with lead. The dead air across the table was as uncomfortable as it could get.

"I'm sorry," Rhysand spoke barely above a whisper.

You shook your head, as though you were shaking the bad thoughts away. "Don't apologise, you didn't execute them."

"Do you mind me asking how you know all this? If I didn't know, how did you?"

"My mother's journal was sent to me along with a letter from his General explaining that they were dead. She documented a lot of what happened." You didn't need to explain more.

The loaded stares you were receiving made your skin crawl. "Anyways, your father died not long after so I suppose he got his just desserts," You said with a sigh and you finished the rest of your wine in one gulp.

"You didn't uh..." Cassian began nervously, "You didn't hex the former High Lord did you?"

The laugh that bubbled in your chest escaped before your better judgement could stop you. Especially with the apprehensive look all the inner circle was giving you. "Rest easy, Night Court," You soothed. "I did not hex your father. I wanted to, I truly did. But I was grown by then and knew better than to even try something like that. You heard what went wrong with a mediocre hex..." Understanding rippled throughout the room. Following that heavy conversation, light chatter broke out across the table again. You did not engage with anyone, your mind elsewhere. Tiredness weighed on your eyes, the wine didn't help. You observed the people around you, seeing how much warmth radiated from each person to the next. It reminded you of your family, once upon a time. It had been a long time since you had seen such harmony between people. A sour feeling crawled up your throat.

A cry pulled you from your thoughts. Young and full of woe. Everyone looked toward Rhysand and Feyre. Ah, you had forgotten they were new parents. Yet, the sound rattled your soul. Your jaw tightened with each cry, tension causing a pain in your spine. "I'll go," Feyre said and stood to leave.

As she left, you turned your head to Azriel. "Do you mind bringing me back?" Azriel looked into your eyes for a few beats and weighed whatever laid in your gaze. He nodded and stood. "Thank you for dinner, please pass that along to the High Lady," You announced to the table and made for the balcony. You did not wait for any reply, the need to get away from that house controlling you.

Azriel followed you out a few seconds later. The Illyrian looked as though he was going to pass a snide remark but when he saw the withering look you bore, he remained quiet. The silence continued throughout the short flight back to the House of Wind, even while your grip on him was nothing short of bone crushing. When he set you down on the balcony, Azriel watched as your stormed away from him with a quiet 'goodnight' followed by the slam of your door. The recurring thought in Azriel's head was that there was a lot more to you than meets the eyes, yet he knew you were going to be a massive pain in his ass.

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[james-is-here]

Yo, sorry for the theme change but I started to not like the Hub look 😅

This is for @thatcucumberwhore who thought an Innie version of my Chanlix thong reaction would be hot so here it be, I got chyu , it might be bad but I got chyu 🩵

Agi Yeou | 아기 여우 | Baby Fox ☺️

"Agi Yeou~ So cute~" You teased the younger, poking his cheek as he tried to push you away but you just got closer.

This back and forth kept happening for awhile until, for Jeongin's sake, you were pulled away by a member of staff calling for you.

It's not that he doesn't like your affection. He loves it, actually, but sometimes he'd like to be seen as an adult, grown man, in front the cameras and as much as he can in front of the members, they're just as bad but they do see him as grown, and you respect that but how could you not tease him and whatnot when you know a little secret of his, that secret being that he's only baby with you, alone, in the cover of night usually.

With the moon being the only source of light, that's when you call him Agi Yeou, Your Agi Yeou, Your Baby fox.

He was grateful you got pulled away, his ears tinged red slightly as he was teased for his nickname, your nickname that the other members have picked up and started using as teasing material, the name that triggers flashbacks and Jeongin can't help but keep his head down as the laces of his boots suddenly became really interesting rather then facing Hyunjin and Minho cooing at him with light giggles.

He stood up, trying to not make it obvious that he was just trying to escape the situation, and walked across the dressing room to distract himself with the drink fridge, succeeding when his thoughts strayed from yours and his nightly endeavors to wether or not he should get you a drink as well and deciding which one.

Someone stepped up next to him and he didn't pay any attention until an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He looked up slightly, you were still looking at the drink options as if the grip you were applying to his hip didn't exist as you held him close. "Can I help you, Hyung?" "Nope." You said popping the 'p' while still looking at the drinks. You weren't, really, just acting as your fingers were slowly making their way under his shirt until your hand rested on his waist when the side of your hand caught something and your breath hitched.

Jeongin saw, confused until his brain kickstarted and he remembered what he was wearing. Goosebumps rose on his arms as your light touch moved back down until he could feel two fingers slide under the band and he could feel a small movement which was your thumb analyzing the material of the band.

"Jeongin-ah?" Jeongin looked down at his shoes, his hands still fidgeting in front of him from when he was looking over the fridge and he grew nervous. "IN-ah?" He still stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say until thankfully, Felix came over with a camera, filming for Skz-talker. You reluctantly pulled away with a soft grunt and turned to Felix as Jeongin stepped away and walked away to leave the room, telling Chan who asked where he was rushing off to that he was using the restroom before they went on stage.

The entire ceremony. That's how long you had to wait.

He was avoiding you, even while performing he wouldn't make eye contact with you during you twos center stage moment, he didn't complete your heart when you two stood in front of each other. It made you sad but also a little annoyed, why wouldn't he just talk to you? Did he think you were put off by what he was wearing? If you judged the fabric correctly, it was a thong. You wanted to see it, needed to see it now that you have a vague picture of what it could look like.

After getting off stage, taking mic packs off and chugging water, Jeongin declared that he was going to the bathroom again and after waiting a few minutes, you said the same thing, taking long strides so you could get to the bathroom as soon as possible.

Pushing the door open, you're met with Jeongin reaching for the door. You side step into the bathroom, your hand placed on his collar at the base of his neck as you push the door closed the rest of the way and pin the younger to the wall. The air knocked out of Jeongin at the roughness and speed of it all as he looks up into your bright green contacted eyes. "Hyung-" "Shut up." A squeak left him at the harsh tone as he shut his mouth, hands splayed on the wall behind him shaking as he resisted looking away from your gaze.

"Why are you avoiding me?" "I wasn't-" "Yes, you were, don't lie Agi Yeou, remember the last time you lied to me? Now, Why were you avoiding me?"

"I-I...I was afraid..." "Afraid of what?" "Y-You...I-It sounded like y-you didn't like what you found earlier and I-I thought you were disgusted." So you were right.

"What exactly was it that I found, huh?" You asked, keeping your right hand on his collar and moving the other to the wall next to his head. He looked away, a little embarrassed but not because he's cornered and being interrogated, because he's growing warm trapped between you and the wall, your hand inches away from choking him and the faint feeling of your leg near his crotch.

"Agi, What exactly did I find?" He whines, still not looking at you. "Jeongin, you don't tell me, I'll leave you high and dry." You snapped slightly and he broke, he can't handle being left, it sucks, he feels empty and he can't even solve it himself since you've been with him for half as long as Stray Kids has been together and he can't seem to cum on his own.

He mumbles, not wanting to say it aloud but your warmth starts to fade from him and he panics. "A thong! Th-The straps of th-the thong is what you felt..." He whines, squirming in his spot on the wall as you smirk.

Your hands move to his hips and he whines at the loss of your hand near you neck before jumping when you started undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants in order to untuck his top and finally see the straps on his hips more clearly, the flaps of his pants folded out and slightly revealing his growing bulge.

"H-Hyung~ please do something~" Jeongin whines as you just stare, sliding your fingers over the bands before gripping his hips, looking back up and crashing your lips onto his and immediately biting his bottom lip before sliding it past his lips and claiming his mouth.

You swallow his moans and whines, taking a step forward and pushing him further into the wall. Nothing mattered, not even the current group's muffled song outside the bathroom, all that mattered was your Agi Yeou and possibly your quietest quickie yet.

Let's not talk about Chan going to find you two after it being quite some time and immediately turning back around before his hand even touched the door.

I might actually do a full fic on this since I was about to go into full blown fic mode when I was just doing a one shot but be on the lookout, I'm definitely writing this one as a full smut fic.

I hope this is suitable, I realized I made Jeongin possibly really subby and I'm sorry but I'm in my Jeongin zone and it got away from me 😅

[lnights]

Ok thoughts on the new album.

TLDR: I really like it! I would put it above LOTSAD. I think Phobia is my favorite

Me examining it like a sample in a petri dish below:

There are some similar things between EE and LOTSAD but to me it's almost like two sides of the same coin.

For example Glory for the Greedy and Not Your Bro have the same theme of people trying to act different once they started to get more popular.

While Glory was more about the corporate side, labels and producers and such that had rejected them before and then wanted to get a cut while they gleefully rejected them in turn now.

I have always supported your band" You haven't? Our last chat you were saying "ditch the rapper" "I believed in your vision" Hmm, no you didn't? You told us to lose the guitars and sing in Finnish "You're gonna be a big band, I always knew" Shut the fuck up man, no thanks to you "Prepare getting sued" Well prepare to fucking lose We ain't giving away percentages for work you didn't do

Not Your Bro is more the personal side of things.

When are we gonna hang, bro? It must be crazy touring with the band, bro Let me know if you ever need a hand, bro What can I say I'll return the favor, I'm returning the fear Your apologies only hurting my ears Call me a brother once again And I swear You'll disappear

And that theme stayed in my mind the whole album, where LOTSAD was triumphant to almost an annoying degree (I still liked it tbh) Exit Emotions is showing more of the turmoil that comes from the grind they've been putting themselves through. I think at this point we've all read or heard from them how there's been days they've been up for over 24 hours, that they were literally recording the album in hotel rooms between shows. I personally am a little haunted by the live where Niko explained that they weren't supposed to have such a packed tour schedule last year while recording the album but things just kind of happened, and Joel, Joonas, and Aleksi were just quiet but had this look of defeat on their faces. And one of them saying later that they were scared to listen to the album because they were so sleep deprived when they were recording it... Bros need a fucking break.

But back to the album, I have to admit I expected Wolves in California to be an absolute cringe fest and it was to a degree, but for as much as they've been trying to break into the American market I kind of love that the song was more talking about Finland and how they don't necessarily feel steady in the US.

The night is darkest just before the dawn But where I'm from the sun don't rise at all Damn you, now I need someone to shout at Damn you, now I need someone to shout at Damn you, now I need someone to shout We don't belong here We don't belong here, no Everybody tried to warn ya Now there's wolves in California

Yes it talks about conquering too but I digress.

Where's the Exit

Screaming rap goblin Niko my beloved, keep it up you sad clown. But again, a contrast from LOTSAD:

This life is what you fake it And everybody has a deathwish True tell me where's the exit

Red Tail Lights vs Don't Fix Me

From say Balboa that talked about getting up again and again against the odds and not giving up.

Both songs scream Joel to me, I don't know if it was him turning 30 or what but we went from Don't fix me:

Don't fix me Let me bleed out, leave me open No, don't fix me Maybe I was born to be broken I'm dead inside And it's alright (And it's alright) So don't fix me (Don't fix me) Don't fix me

Saying yeah I'm broken but it's who I am to Red Tail Lights:

I'm rolling rolling rolling rolling with the punches I need the beating 'cause there's nothing under my chest Here's something to digest

And

On the run, on the run, running from my heart Red tail lights is all I've got

I get the impression of yeah this is who I am, but there seems to be regret now, a different tone.

Autopsy and Phobia both funky little songs talking about fears. 10/10 no notes

Keeping it Surreal sounds more inline with Violent Pop or Blood Brothers to me, and that's giving me hope we'll get more songs like that when they inevitably make another album, hopefully in a year and not in like 6 months.

XOXO, I just loved it, I like From Ashes to New and hearing Matti and Danny and Joona on the song? Wonderful.

Of course we have the singles too:

Flatline is catchy and I've always enjoyed, dorky little dance aside.

Happy Doomsday, meh. It's better live but it has started to grow on me.

Deadzone, cringy but their brand of cringy, I do enjoy it.

Die Another Day, somebody correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Feel Nothing and Bad Idea from the same event in Niko's life that inspired Die Another Day? He had a lot of pain from that. Love all three of those songs.

But also fascinating looking at the progression between the three: Feel Nothing, still in the pits of despair and numb to the pain.

Bad Idea, internalizing the fallout and admitting things that went wrong

Die Another Day, trying to pull yourself out of that pit

Then we have our final song, One Last Time... Again.

Holy hell it's a tone shift from Thank You for the Pain, where TYFTP was all about their rise to fame and leaning to deal withit, One Last Time... Again speaks more to accepting things will never be the same and is a lot more driven then TYFTP.

But ffs, they need to stop putting fillers at the end of their albums.

[mrsniallhoran505]

Good Morning Austin Girls!

Smutty Sunday theme: sweats (ps there are so few pictures of this man in sweats. It's a shame really!)

Warnings: oral: male and female receiving, grinding, dom sub dynamics, use of the pet name princess, premature ejaculation, light bondage, mommy kink, whiney sub austin (yes this is a warning) 

It's never happened to him before, not even when he was a teen. Sure, he knew it was possible but to actually experience it himself had him feeling a bit… small. 

It was his first vacation since he started working on Elvis. He wanted to spend it with you, locked away in a private paradise. So he booked Summit Chalet, a cabin up at Big Bear Lake. It wasn't small, given only you and him would be there, but it was private and it was cozy. 

After checking in you both found which room you'd want to sleep in, choosing the one with a king bed. Unpacked your bags, got into bed, and slept for a good portion of the day. 

When you woke up you both went into big bear town to get some food for the cabin. You also wanted to map out a few activities to do together. Such as skiing, fishing, and maybe some ice skating. Austin wasn't the best on ice but he loved to watch you spin and twirl like a pro. At least in his eyes you looked like a pro. 

"Austin, babe? Did you pack the pink silk bag?" You asked while putting away the cereal you bought. 

"Can you be more specific?" He asked while he started a fire in the fireplace. 

"You know… our fun pink bag?" You gave him a suggestive smirk knowing what the bag contains. 

"Oh that bag!" He chuckled and walked up behind you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck. "What kind of vacation would it be without the pink silk bag?" He smirked and gave you a light smack on the ass. 

"I hope you didn't look inside and ruin my surprise." You warned. You finish putting away your shopping then go to change into something a bit more comfortable now that the cabin was warming up. 

Austin changed into sweats and a zip up hoodie. While he waited for you, he watched some baking show on TV. He must have dosed off because suddenly you were in his lap. Nothing but a dark blue lace covering his favorite parts of your body. 

"Austin," you moaned. Your hips rock against his giving you both a bolt of pleasure. 

"Y/N, fuck angel, you look so sexy." He groaned, moving one of his hands from your hip to behind you. He quickly undid the clasp on your bra and took it off, tossing it aside. Sitting up he started to kiss and suck on your breasts, focusing on the nipple. 

"Austin," you gasped and tugged on his hair. 

"Fuck, baby do it again." He moaned, bucking his hips up against you. 

"Austin." You moaned repeatedly. It started to sound less like pleasure and more like annoyance. 

He pulled back and looked at you, frowning when he saw the annoyed look on your face. 

"Austin!" You yelled. 

Austin jumped and sat up, looking around a bit confused. 

"What? What happened?" Austin asked, looking you over. You weren't in the lace set,you had on one of his shirts and… he wasn't sure since it looked like you had nothing but it could just be the length of the shirt hiding panties or shorts. 

"You were saying my name, sounded like you were in pain. But nothing I did woke you up… so I sorta smacked you." You bit your lip hoping he wasn't mad or hurt. 

Austin could feel a bit of a sting on his face but it wasn't bad. He rubbed it and it went away so he just smiled and pulled you down on his lap. 

"I'm sorry baby… I was just having a nice dream." He kissed you softly, running his hand up and down your thigh. Getting closer to where your legs meet on each pass. 

"Yeah? And what was this dream about?" You ask while running your fingers through his hair. 

"You." He hummed. 

"Me?"

"You were in that blue lace set from our anniversary." He closed his eyes and thought about what you did that night. 

It was the first time you took control in the bedroom. You did a strip tease for him, keeping the lace on. He thought that was the extent of the 'kinky' activities. But before the night ended, he had been tied to the bed, edged through four non-ejaculatory orgasms, and learned what a rim job was. All before you properly rode him and came on his cock a few times. Since then, your sex life has really been spicy. 

"Austin.. you ok?" You asked, feeling his cock harden against your ass. 

"Yeah, just remembering that night." He shifted a bit causing you to rub against him. He moaned softly and gripped your leg a bit tight. 

"Which part? The cock ring? The magic wand? The rim job? Or the no touching rule?" You smirked listing his favorite ways to play. 

"All of it." He groaned and shifted again. You quickly got off him and moved to sit beside him on the couch. 

"Well then baby… let's see if you can be a good boy." You reach under the hem of the shirt you're wearing to take off your panties. "Stand up and put your hands behind your back. Turn." You instructed him before grabbing the scarf you discarded on the couch when you got home. You quickly used it to tie his hands together. 

"Face me, on your knees." You smirked and laid back. He looked at you with wide eyes. 

"Ba… mama, why are my hands tied?" He pouted looking at your smooth thighs, his hands flexing with the itch to touch. 

"Because baby…" you cooed, leaning up to kiss his pout. "you're gonna have to earn using your hands." You lay back and pull the shirt up before spreading your legs. 

Austin watches you, his mouth watering at the sight in front of him. He could feel his cock pressing against the edge of the couch and it takes everything in him not to grind against it. 

"Can I taste you mama?" He asked, not looking away from your center. 

"Not yet, baby." You told him before licking two of your fingers. When they are slick enough you reach down to tease your clit. Moaning softly at the relaxed pleasure you brought yourself. 

Austin whined like you were somehow hurting him. He kept squirming, pressing his hips to the couch as he watched you play with yourself. He wanted to do that. He wanted to make you moan.  

"Mama, please? I haven't been bad." He whined and tried to keep from moving so much. 

"I know you haven't, princess." Is all you said before slowly sliding a finger inside your pussy. You pumped it slowly before pulling it out and holding it up to his mouth. He quickly takes the digit into his mouth and sucks moaning around it. You push your finger a bit deep, just past his gag reflex. 

"Such a good boy." You hummed and pulled your finger out and went back to fingering yourself. Austin whimpered and sat back on his calves to watch you. It was torture. 

You got yourself close to a climax, ignoring the whimpering boy kneeling in front of you. He was sweating from holding himself back, his cock ached for attention, but he'd be good for you. 

"Mama, can I make you cum now?" He whined and fought the urge to just lean forward and dive in. 

You sat up and brought your fingers to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them and started to suck and lick them. You pushed them deeper, slowly inching towards finger fucking his throat. 

"My pretty princess." You cooed, making him blush. You slowly pull your fingers from his mouth and kiss him softly. "Make mama cum and I'll think about taking the binds off." You lay back and spread your legs. 

Austin leans forward so fast he nearly tipped over but you caught him. Once he was steady again he started to lap at your wet pussy, moaning against you. You laid back and relaxed, letting him do what he wants. He wanted to grip your thighs and pull you closer to him, giving him full access to do as he pleased, but he couldn’t get his hands loose. 

“Mama, please untie me.” He begged before pushing his tongue into you and thrusting it. He seems to get pleasure from eating you out so he was a moaning mess. He pressed more against you, allowing him to grind against the couch and get some relief for his cock. 

“You haven’t earned it.” You say trying to hold off a moan to sound stern. 

He groans against you and uses his nose to rub your clit as he tongue fucks you. He couldn’t do everything he wanted like this but he was gonna give it his all. He dragged his tongue from your entrance to your clit. He circled it before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. You reach down and tangle your hand in his hair and pull him closer. 

“That’s it princess, make mama cum.” You moaned and gave in to him. 

He let out something that sounded like a growl before placing his tongue flat on your clit and shaking his head side to side. It was the closest he could get to rapid strokes without the use of his hands. 

When your legs started to close around his head he dipped lower to push his tongue into you and use his nose on your clit. You cried out his name and came on his tongue. He moaned and lapped at you till you started to push him away. 

“Such a good boy.” You pant and look at him. His lips are red and swollen, his face covered in your juices. “Look at my pretty princess.” You cooed and leaned up to kiss him, sucking on his tongue and making him moan. 

“C’mon on, stand up.” You waved your hand in an up motion. He managed after a false attempt. You looked him over and decided he was good enough. “Turn around.” 

He did as he was told and you untied him. “Thank you mama.” He turned to you and cupped your cheek. He kisses you softly, pulling you closer when you tried to pull back. 

“Ah ah baby… be good. Take a seat.” You nodded to the couch. He sat so fast you were afraid he hurt himself with the twist.  He looked at you before shifting awkwardly. His sweats were loose and he didn’t wear boxers, but now the sensitive tip of his cock was rubbing against the material and it was toeing the line between pleasure and pain. 

“You ok baby?” You smirked seeing how hard he was. He nodded but shifted around a bit. 

You looked at his cock before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head through the material. Austin let out a shocked moan and quickly gripped your hair. 

“Oh fuck mama, feels so good!” He tensed up to try and hold still. You sucked lightly and swirled your tongue around the tip, leaving behind a wet spot. You pulled off and looked up at him. He had his eyes closed tight and the vein in his neck was popping out. He looked so… fuckable. 

Before he could ask why you stopped you tilted your head and sucked on the side of his shaft, making his moan again. By the time you were done teasing him his sweats had multiple wet spots all over the crotch. 

“Mama, please.” He whined and tugged on your hair. You chuckle and straddle his lap. He quickly grips your hips and kisses you deeply. Trying to distract himself to calm down. 

“Breathe baby.” You cupped his face and kissed him softly as you start to grind against him. You barely started before he tried to push you off.

“Fuck, fuck! Oh god no!” He groaned and actually teared up at what just happened. You look at him for a moment before looking down where you were seated a few seconds before. The wet spot where his tip was was now much bigger and Austin was red all the way down to his neck. 

“Baby? Did you… Did you just?” You look down and immediately he covered his face and you swore you heard him sniffle. 

“I’m sorry mama, I’m so sorry… I tried… but it felt too good.” He looked at you with red eyes, tears falling down his cheeks. 

“Hey hey, it’s ok baby. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You cup his cheeks and kiss him softly till he relaxes. 

“But… I wanted to make you feel good mama, I wanted to fuck you.” He sniffles. You smile softly and kiss his forehead, then each cheek, tip of the nose, and finally his pouting lips. 

“Baby… You can still make mama feel good and when you’re ready to go again, you can fuck mama.” You reassured him. His eyes lit up at that and he smiled. 

“Pink silk bag?” He asked. 

“Pink silk bag.” You confirmed. 

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[carolmunson]

vacation diaries - entry four

eddie keeps a journal while at the inn with you in northern indiana. a blurb series starting from the first morning after ’before there was a before’.

entries: one,two,three read steve's journal: here.

warnings: minors dni, 18+, adult themes, mentions of sex

what a fuckin minx.

jesus, i forgot for a minute what a solid fuck she is. i know that sounds gross but i am fucking reeling right now. she's in the shower and i just got the life fucked out of me. holy shit. i thought i came hard last night but holy god almighty. i'm never gonna get over this.

we didn't mean to fuck. i didn't mean to let it go that far, i didn't want this trip to be about that. but when she gave me that face when we got back upstairs how could i not? she's such a little tease. she was a little tease all day. the cutest tease i ever met.

she wanted to go to the dunes even though it's snowy and out to the piers and the light house. she swears she packed a warm enough coat but i can guarantee you that she's gonna have a cold tomorrow and then i'm gonna get a cold two days later. i can't even be mad at her about it though, her little frost bitten nose? i don't think i've ever met anyone i want to marry more than her.

we brought some kodak cameras with us to take pictures of everything, went to some tourist spots since we haven't been getting around as much as we want. gas is cheap out here which is nice. we saw some more christmas lights and went back to the diner. the waitress knows my name now so now i feel like i have to come here every couple of months so i don't lose the friendship. her name's marge. she reminds me of my grandma. she has a friend that lives at the women's shelter by the record store named sara-lynn but i don't think i've met her. i'll have to ask around and send marge's regards. she thinks it's cool that i play in a band and her nephew wants to learn how to play guitar but doesn't want him to get any tattoos.

but anyway, we got home after seeing the sights (she called them 'the seven wonders of northern indiana' because she's annoying) and dropping the cameras off to get the film developed, we were sitting in the common area again and she starts tracing my tatts on my arm and she knows how i love that. she's all 'don't listen to marge, your tattoos are unique' and i would obviously never listen to marge because my tattoos are metal as fuck but she can't be tracing them on my arm like that in front of the nice old people we played checkers with two nights ago. so i ask if she's tired and she wants to go upstairs and she basically runs so fast that the lady who runs the inn had to come yell at us for being too loud.

we weren't too loud when we fooled around but if i had it my way, they would've been able to hear her in canada.

i haven't really had her solo in a long time. solo like, not playing a game or a roleplay. just me as eddie and her as her. she tried to slip into calling me daddy at first and any other day i would've went along with it, especially since steve wouldn't hear, but i just wanted it to be us tonight. i told her i wanted to give it to her nice. i don't even think either of us could breathe while we were going at it. i hadn't felt more connected to her in my life. i kept telling her how much i loved her and it kept making her cry so we had to keep stopping and starting which is fine because i kept almost busting way too quick for it to be okay.

we came at the same time and both had to shove our faces in the pillows so we wouldn't get in trouble again. can't believe we didn't break the bed.

she just got out of the shower and came out with my t-shirt on. i think she wants to go again and i'm gonna fuck her brains out. she already fucked my brains out.

sorry i didn't talk about anything legit today but i'm only a man, diary. i'm only a dumb fucking man who loves his girl.

-ed

[angellesword]

Silver Dust

Summary: Yoongi proposed to you and you're contemplating whether to say yes or no.

Pairing: Songwriter Yoongi x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, and fluff.

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings/ author's note: I wrote like a whole ass song using Cypher pt.4 beat lmaooo, kissing, minor smut, mention of rape, abuse, killings, and corruption.

<<< The first meeting >>>

The first time you met Yoongi's eyes wasn't really that special.

There was no sign of your heart skipping a single beat, if there was, you're 100% sure he's not the reason behind it because 1) you pretty much believed it's just the effect of drinking three shots of espresso in one sitting. 2) You were damn nervous since your prelim grades were already out.

You didn't even feel any butterfly in your stomach, nor did your world light up—and this, to be honest, was understandable, especially when Yoongi's eyes were dead as fuck. You figured that if it wasn't for your shared seven am class, he would probably still be lying in bed.

"The professor said you're my partner for this project." Even the first time you heard his voice wasn't special.

If there's one thing that made Yoongi Yoongi, it's his monotonous voice. At first, you thought he just didn't like the idea that you two were stuck together to work on a project. (Again, it's understandable) You also found it ridiculous that your professor actually paired you with a stranger.

Well, it's not like you knew Yoongi. Unless knowing his full name counted. But really, it's inevitable since the two of you went to the same classes since freshman year (you're a senior now) apart from that, almost all your professors never failed to voice out their adoration for him.

You first heard his name when your history instructor made it very clear that Min Yoongi's works would be his "standard" when it came to grading your individual projects. In short, if Yoongi got an A, you and your classmates should also either get an A or an A+ or else, you're considered 'failed.'

It’s kind of fucked up, really. Most of you knew that Min Yoongi was a monster when it came to collecting As. Unfair. All he did during class lectures was sleep and yet, he still managed to be number one.

Huh. It must be awesome to be God's favorite.

There was also this one time when one of your professors, Mr. Bang, cried when he asked Yoongi to read his essay in front. The smart boy was reluctant at first. He despised exposure, that's for sure. However, the professor's so persistent that Yoongi obliged just to make the annoying instructor shut up.

You're actually glad Mr. Bang managed to persuade Yoongi. His speech about finding yourself and being happy made Mr. Bang and almost everyone in your class cry. Yoongi transformed into a completely different person the moment he started his speech. Monotonous Voice? Gone.

You figured that yes, your heart didn't skip a beat when you first caught his eyes, but boy did your heart hurt when those simple words leaving his mouth turned into a piece of art.

<<< Your one brain cell >>>>

The second time you met Yoongi's eyes was in front of his house. The two of you decided to work on your project at the school's library, however the place was loaded with students cramming their paper works and you just couldn't bear to hear another person aggressively typing on their laptop anymore. You were sick of it.

"Uh, hi?" you awkwardly smiled at the blond man in front of you.

You weren't quite sure how to react when he was just staring at you blankly. Yoongi's lips were pursed together and that alone made you uncomfortable.

"We were supposed to meet at the library..." He raised his brow as if he wanted to know how the hell did you know where he lives? And were you a fucking stalker?

"I..." You instantly trailed off when he narrowed his brow more. Man, he sure was intimidating. The lack of spark in his eyes made you wince. The man in front of you had thick, low set brows—making them appear almost completely straight. (Poker face alert)

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before trying to form a coherent sentence.

"There...people. I mean, the library is packed with uh, people."

"So you just decided to show up in my house?"

His question made you quiver. This was such a wrong move. Of course you couldn’t just knock on his door like this; you two were not even friends!

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know any other place and I..." You heaved a deep sigh. "I saw your friend Jeongguk and he told me where you live—“

"Right." He cut you off by opening the door wide. Of course it had to be Jeongguk. That little shit really knew how to annoy Yoongi.

"Holly peed on the couch so there's no way we can work there. Is my room okay to you?" Despite not seeing his face, you instantly knew that Yoongi's question was directed at you. He was leading the way inside his house and you're behind him, quietly following where he's going.

Yoongi's house was not that big, but it's a lovely and comfortable place. Unlike your dorm, you felt at home here. It's probably the indoor plants that made the place more alive. You suddenly wondered if he's living with someone. Did the love of his life stay here? Or did he have a roommate? You're adamant that he lived alone; otherwise all these plants would probably be dead.

You weren't really a judgmental person, you're rather logical. Yoongi slept during class hours; he couldn't be bothered by moving a single inch, too. You guessed that he hated any form of activity and maybe, that included watering plants.

You were about to ask him if he lived alone when your voice had been overpowered by loud, boisterous bark.

"Oh! Hello there, little guy..." A giggle escaped from your lips when a small dog went your way to lick your exposed legs.

You squatted in front of the puppy so you could pet his furry head.

"Holly, no!" Yoongi called the attention of the brown poodle, but it couldn't care less. The dog named Holly still continued to ask for your affection.

"Holly!"

You almost whined when Yoongi took Holly away from you. You're sure the puppy hated it too. But Yoongi told you that his pet needed to learn his lesson first. The naughty dog really peed on the couch right after his bathroom training. Yikes!

Yoongi let you inside his room after your little encounter with Holly. The vibe of his room contradicted the overall theme of the house, but you had expected it to be this way nonetheless.

His bedroom walls were painted dark blue, too dark it's almost close to black. There's nothing much in his room except a single bed, a study area with lots of technical devices, and oh!

Amusement danced in your eyes when you noticed different manga books on his shelf. You didn't think that Yoongi was the type of person who would dwell on such things, but what really caught your attention was his album collection.

"You like Epik High!?" you couldn't help your enthusiasm when your eyes found the band's album called Shoebox resting on the black metallic shelf near his bed. Damn. Shoebox was your best-loved album of all time! You liked all songs by Epik High, however nothing could ever top the said album for you. Your ultimate favorite song had to be Amor Fatti. That song slapped, though its meaning was often misunderstood by many.

Yoongi only spared you a few glances from the moment you showed into his house, this time, however, he was looking at you intently and for the first time, you saw him smile, a shy one at that.

"Yeah...they're the reason why I write songs..." He whispered, too soft you barely heard it.

You even blinked. Did you hear him right?

"Oh, you're a songwriter?" You flashed a loop-sided smile that made Yoongi's cheeks red.

"Uh, well...it's just what I like to do during my free time."

You nodded and hummed, your eyes were still busy roaming around his room when an idea popped in your mind.

"So why don't we make use of your talent and write a song for this project?" You caught Yoongi's eyes again, but this time, it didn't look dead, truthfully, his pupils dilated when he heard what you just said.

You instantly defended your suggestion.

"I mean, we don't really have a plan, and now we have. I think you're pretty good at it so it'll make our jobs easier. I can sing, don't worry..."

You hated saying that, though you didn't have a choice. You needed to convince him that producing a song would be such a good idea.

Your professor said you needed to make something, anything that would elicit a reaction from him and your classmates. This was a psychology class and your topic for midterm was all about emotions. Mr. Kim Seokjin, your professor, was tired of doing all the talking, especially because your class was unresponsive, so to save his voice (and brain cells probably) he told the whole class that the remaining meeting for midterm would be about his students showcasing their talents that wold, like what you had said, gain extreme emotions from your classmates. It's actually easy except that you're paired with someone you were not close with. On top of that, the presentation of the project shouldn't exceed ten minutes, and lastly, it should be personal.

You spent days thinking about what you and your partner could do, but your brain cells weren't cooperating since you only had two of it, the first one was sleeping and the other only knew the words "Nothing, bitch."

And so now that your former brain cell decided to wake up and save you from your misery of being stupid (even if it's just for good three minutes) you're willing to take it.

Before your 180 seconds ran out, you immediately started blabbing words to convince Yoongi to produce a song with you.

And guess what? Your convincing power must be really good (or maybe you're just as annoying as Mr. Bang and Yoongi just wanted you to shut up too) but hey, at least Yoongi agreed!

<<< Weirdo >>>

The third time you met Yoongi's eyes—well, it's not really the third time. You had actually lost count on how many times your eyes locked with each other. Sometimes, it's a conscious act, but most of the time, it's not. You guys would just find yourselves staring into each other's eyes when you didn't know what lyrics to write next.

Producing a song was not as easy as what you thought it would be. It had been three weeks since the two of you started this project. Yoongi's room had been your workplace ever since. He had the equipment you needed plus it's easier to meet here since your dorm was just meters away from his house.

"My damn throat hurts like hell!" You groaned before collapsing on top of Yoongi's bed.

The past three weeks you spent with Yoongi made the two of you start a beautiful friendship. Admittedly, it's not really beautiful since most of the time; you're bickering at each other. You and Yoongi were so different from each other. He liked starting his work early because he wanted to finish it early. You, on the other hand, were his exact opposite. You're the play now, work later type of person and Yoongi hated it so much. While he practiced delayed gratification, you sat there and ruined everything.

You were always on his bed, cuddling his pet Holly. That's most likely the reason why it's only been two days since you two finished the song. It took almost three weeks because of your procrastinating ass, and now, you suffered. The two of you only had a week before you performed this in front of your class. Yoongi was pissed off at you for the reason that you still hadn't finished memorizing the lyrics and your voice was already strained.

“If I ever see you drinking cold water again, I will fucking drown your ass on that water as I behead you, and then I will freeze your head." Yoongi warned as he joined you in bed.

"Ohhh, morbid. I like that..." You shrugged your shoulders and then you buried your face on his chest—making him groan in irritation.

"You weirdo, get away from me!"

"No..." You laughed because Yoongi was the weird one here. He told you not to touch him or stay close to him, but at the same time, he's wrapping his arm on your waist.

You wondered if this was okay, it's just been three weeks since the two of you had been formally introduced, and yet, you found comfort here. On his bed. In his arms.

You smiled to yourself, yes, Yoongi was a weirdo, but so were you.

<<< Namjoon’s Party >>>>

What you considered as the fourth time you met Yoongi’s eyes was also the first time he called you by your given name.

“You feel so good…” He moaned your name on your neck, his hands were tightly wrapped around your waist—enjoying your body heat.

You suddenly thought if dragging Yoongi into this party was the best idea. Right now, you had no freaking clue how to act. You’re drunk, but not too drunk to not think about the consequences of this night. But damn, you’re just a human. A horny human! How could you possibly stop Yoongi when he’s using his soft lips to paint bruises on your neck!?

You could just push him away and you knew that, though you were also aware that your mind and heart wouldn’t want that, not when you liked what he’s doing to you.

“Namjoon’s party sucks.”

“Just not your crowd, weirdo...” You chuckled. Oh, thank heavens for Namjoon. He was one of your childhood friends and frankly, the song you and Yoongi produced wouldn’t be finished without the help of Namjoon. So when that friend of yours texted you to come to his birthday party, you immediately agreed. Fortunately, you didn’t have to force your one brain cell to wake up just so you could convince Yoongi to go with you.

This wasn’t what Yoongi likesd he hated parties because he didn’t want to talk to stupid people and drunken people were stupid people. Perhaps the only reason why Yoongi was here was because he couldn’t turn down Namjoon—not after all your friend’s genius advice.

“I hate this place.” Yoongi added, he’s now looking at you with sparks in his eyes—or maybe you’re just drunk. Too intoxicated to feel and see anything other than the fact that Yoongi’s already grinding at you.

You huffed; suddenly offended by the clothes you’re wearing. Were you supposed to wear this when all you wanted was to feel Yoongi’s touch on your bare skin?

“We’re here for Namjoon—”

“God, can’t you take the hint?” Yoongi cut you off by pouting.

You blinked. Did this weirdo just pout? And oh, his lips…his lips were hot….hot against your own mouth.

“Yoongi….” You breathed, your eyes were too hazy to see his gummy smile.

“Let’s get the hell out of this place…”

That night, you once again lost count as to how many times you met his eyes. You also figured out that his eyes looked best the most when he’s down on his knees, facing your hips.

<<< The Performance >>>

You were expecting to meet Yoongi’s eyes as soon as you opened your very own one; however panic and fear consumed your whole being that you immediately ran out of Yoongi’s room. You’re too frightened to let him see you that you hurriedly put your clothes on and left his house.

It’s not like it was going to change the fact that you slept with your classmate in Psychology, however, you were scared. Scared to see his eyes back to being dead when just last night, the moon and the stars were there, staring at you like you’re not just a dust in this universe, but the whole universe.

Besides, you had one logical reason: you needed to pick up your costume for your upcoming performance with Yoongi. Taehyung, your designer friend was only available till nine in the morning, so you literally had to run like a lunatic right after you woke up from your cozy sleep on Yoongi’s bed.

Your outfit was perfect. Damn, Taehyung really had a talent when it came to this. Your confidence level was boosted just by wearing the clothes your great friend designed. You thought you’re finally ready to perform the song you and Yoongi produced for one month.

You were so ready, but your heart was not…

Just…where the hell was Yoongi? It had been two days since you last saw him. You hadn’t heard any news from him since you left his apartment the day after Namjoon’s party. Was he mad at you for leaving? Or did he even care?

You had fifteen minutes left before Mr. Kim Seokjin, your psychology professor, marked your grades zero.

“Fucking Min Yoongi, where the hell are you?” You grimaced when your call was directed on his phone’s voicemail.

You had two options: fake death so you wouldn’t have to perform, or kill Mr. Kim Seokjin. (They wouldn’t probably notice if you stabbed your professor on his side since most of them were busy preparing for their own presentations.)

But just as you’re about to resort to your latter option, Yoongi’s familiar scent immediately attacked your nose. You looked back only for you to cancel killing Mr. Kim Seokjin and just choose your former option.

God, how could it be possible for you to still want to stay alive when Min Yoongi was killing you with his looks? Gone was his light blond hair, but you’re not complaining since his now black curly hair was much much better than the previous one.

“Sorry I’m late. Holly peed on the couch again…” His multiple earrings looked too damn good on him. You’re silly; you’re fucking silly because you worried for nothing. Yoongi was still Yoongi, and the sparks in his eyes were still visible.

“It’s okay, we still have time…” You smiled as if the thought of murdering your professor didn’t just cross your mind. Oh well, nothing else mattered when Yoongi was here, right?

Mr. Kim Seokjin said that you and Yoongi would be the last performers for this day, which meant you still had at least half an hour left to stare at Yoongi like a vampire wanting to drink blood. But time flies fast when you’re busy with something. Thirty minutes ago, you were just ogling at your partner, right now, you were in front of the class, spitting fire with your partner.

The first verse of your produced song was rapped by Yoongi. Scratch that, Agust D was in front of you and not Yoongi. Your partner told you that he preferred to be called Agust D whenever he was performing his rap song.

Robber! Robber!

Sorry bae

Killer! Killer!

Sorry bae

Addiction—diction--diction

Sorry bae

“Oh! The court’s case you got away?”

Your partner smirked before proceeding to the next verse. You, on the other hand, stood there to hype the crowd.

You always get away

I’m sorry bae

You smoke cocaine but get away

Justice won’t be served

I’m sorry bae

Everything, everything, everything

Unfair

You were nervous. The next verse was assigned to you. The plan was that you only had to sing the chorus part, though Yoongi had another idea. He wanted you to go out of your comfort zone and try something new. So here you were, rapping.

You commit the same sin

Sorry bae

Your silence they love it

Sorry bae

I see same pigs on the senate

Boring bae

Your vote they bought and they’re not

Sorry bae

Nothing’s new but rich people’s car are

Brand new

Sorry bae

You can’t be illiterate coz they take advantage

Before you know it, you’re one of the reasons

Why innocents are salvage

Politicians know your name

But after the election they act like they don’t know your name!

You and Yoongi both performed the chorus part. It looked like the crowd was enjoying your presentation because they also started shouting and hyping you up.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

Youth wake up, stand up, we should fight the state! Brr!

The following verse was rapped by Yoongi again. You took your time to feel yourself as you discreetly watched the reaction of the people in front of you. A whole month of stress and worry seemed to pay off. You even locked eyes with Park Jimin, one of your most-respected classmates; he cheered for you and that was enough for you to successfully perform the next verse.

I wanna get job (job, job, job)

But I can’t get on the spotlight

Yeah I wanna have a good life!

But my parent’s wings are cozy

I just wanna hide

It’s okay I have time

My trust fund won’t end

So I can still live

And breathe while I finish this game

Called being “dependent”

All night, all day

All night, all day

Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care!

The next verse was easy to execute since you and Yoongi both rapped it. You were facing each other and suddenly, you forgot that there were eyes watching you. Min Yoongi caressed your cheeks once. You smiled as you sensually rolled your body.

Who plays by the rule?

No one!

Who wants to grab a woman's hair?

Husband!

Yoongi slightly pulled your hair this time. You grimaced, but you still continued rapping.

He has mistress so the wife’s depressed

He forgot about their kids but that’s okay

She can cover up for him like how

She can cover her bruise and play cool

As she says “I love him, anyway.”

You moved away from your partner. Your mood instantly changed as you approached the next verse. This one’s challenging to write. Your heart was breaking as you sang.

The other woman on the street has been pulled

By the stranger claiming she’s wet like a pool

She should be thankful since this will feel like

a dream come true

Lick it lick it right, you can take it, right?

She cried and cried and cried, that should be a sign

But “High five!” he told the other man

As the woman cried, her voice is too loud

So they killed her that night.

You let out your frustration by growling and jumping. Min Yoongi was also lost in his own world as he rapped—raising his middle finger from time to time.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

You’re horny, you fucked up! Go on and hate yourself! Brr!

It’s Yoongi’s own verse again. His mood shifted too. If you weren’t part of this performance, you would probably just stare at him. Goddamn, Min Yoongi had his own way of expressing himself.

Back back to the killings!

Your guns check

Call me when you need a gunman I can kill

Even for a dollar

Hashtag no conscience

I don’t believe in God so hell sounds okay

I’ll be with my gang gang

So hell won’t be boring!

The demon you summon

so money won’t be your worry

Payday, paycheck so I can have that rolex

He pointed the rolex on his wrist. It’s not an authentic one, but that’s not the point. Clearly, he just wanted everyone to see that there were other ways to “look cool.” However, many people still chose to listen and be their own demons.

Click clack to the bang bang

Your time has run out.

Click clack here’s my gun

I’m so high on drugs

I see you as a rat

They can control me with money

So you take these four shots

Your life is like a fruit fly

“I can’t understand. Why is it so easy for them?” This was Min Yoongi’s question to you. He asked this while you two were writing the following verse. He hated a lot of things, though he could forgive and tolerate some of it easily. However, he clearly told you that he could never treat someone right if that person used violence.

Click clack to the bang, you and you

Wait your turn

Shit! You little boy

Come here look at the blood

How? You’re asking me?

I don’t know, you’re a man you should know how

He also told you how much he hated this unfair world. He respected women more than ever, but Yoongi was an advocate of both equality and equity. Why can’t boys cry? Are we robots? These were some of his questions too.

If this is the kind of world we live in

I don't wanna live at all

If I exist for your pleasure

then I refuse to accept this call

You joined Yoongi singing the last verse of the song.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

Yo’ human, are you human? If yes then help us save this place!

By the time you finish the song, everyone’s clapping their hands and cheering for you and your partner. You swore you even saw Mr. Kim Seokjin wrote “100” on your paper.

You smiled. The performance was over, contrarily, the attraction you felt for your partner was only starting.

<<< Kimchi and Other Sauces >>>>

The first time you met Yoongi’s pleading eyes was during dinner time. After your performance in Mr. Kim Seokjin’s class, your partner said that the two of you should celebrate this success. Of course you immediately agreed, but that did not mean you were willing to spend money.

“I swear to God, Yoongi…if you ever bring me to a fine-dining restaurant, I will fucking kill you.”

You were not joking. You had student loans to pay so you couldn’t afford to spend a hundred dollar for a fucking spaghetti and sparkling water.

“Chill, you weirdo. We can just—” He stopped mid-sentence because a brilliant idea just popped into his mind.

“What? You’re not planning a yacht dinner date, are you!?” You started freaking out and the uneasiness you felt only intensified when Yoongi smirked.

“Actually, I was planning to…you know…maybe…make you eat my cum.” He simply shrugged his shoulders.

He said it so casually that you just stared at him. Was he serious or were you supposed to be laughing now? You could feel your blood rushing. You were so confused. Excited. Worried.

After what it felt like forever, the staring contest with Yoongi finally ended. He offered his hands and of course, you immediately took it. The both of you rushed toward his big, black motorbike. Yoongi only brought one helmet so he told you to just wear it. The ride to his house wasn’t that far, anyway.

The both of you were in a hurry. Countless profanities were thrown at him for driving hastily; Yoongi even parked his motorbike in a reckless way. Still, you two couldn’t care less, especially Yoongi. How could he? Huh, definitely not after you stroked his cock while driving. That’s really not a smart move, at least not when Yoongi’s mother welcomed the both of you just as Yoongi opened his apartment’s door.

“Eomma! What are you doing here?!” Clearly, your partner wasn’t expecting to see his own mother. It’s pretty obvious since Yoongi’s jaw dropped and his neck was slowly turning red.

“You brat! Why wouldn’t I be here? This is my house!” You knew you weren’t supposed to laugh, however it’s hard to control yourself when Yoongi’s being hit by his own mother while he was trying to cover the bulge on his pants.

“Eommoni! Please! I have a guest!” Yoongi got away from his own mother by hiding himself behind your small frame.

“What—oh!” His mother’s eyes widened when she saw you. She seemed surprised to see Yoongi bring someone. Of course, Yoongi had never brought his friends home. Not even once. At this point, his mother was actually convinced that her son was allergic to human beings.

“I didn’t know that Yoongi is friends with someone as charming as you…” The frightening aura of his mother was completely gone. The older woman engulfed you into a tight, warm hug as she asked your name. You answered her with a smile on your lips.

Yoongi’s mom led you in the kitchen. Actually, you tagged along with her. She wanted to prepare a meal for you and her son, but of course, you couldn’t just sit still and look pretty. As a sign of respect, you needed to help her. Besides, you loved kitchen works, though you’re pretty sure cooking hated every fiber of your being.

The older woman just asked you to set up the table because according to her, she was always in charge of cooking. She also told you to be prepared because you’d surely forget your name once you tasted her award-winning Sam Gae Tang or that chicken soup with ginseng. Hoseok, one of your best friends, made the best chicken soup so your standard was kind of high. For you, nothing could beat Hoseok, but we’ll just have to see.

“Please be kind to my mother…”

Yoongi’s voice and eyes were pleading as he sat beside you. The food was already prepared and the two of you were ready to eat. You were just waiting for Yoongi’s mom to finish washing her hands.

You just raised your brows at the man beside you, clearly not understanding why he’s pleading because really, you knew how to respect elders.

Yoongi sighed.

“My mom is a terrible cook. Her soup tastes like shit, man…” Yoongi shook his head like a traumatized kid. He even bit his lower lip.

You’re about to say something, but you heard his mother’s footsteps, meaning, if you spoke, she might hear you, and so you just kept your mouth shut. You’re expecting Yoongi to do the same, though he just leaned on your shoulders—his eyes were still begging.

“Please, baby? Just put a lot of kimchi and other sauces on your soup to get rid of the awful taste. Can you do that for me?”

You simply nodded. That night, you realized that Yoongi was willing to do everything just to make someone he loved happy. Days, weeks, months, and years passed and you still admired how every time you had dinner with him and his mother, Yoongi would urge you to put kimchi and other sauces on your chicken soup.

At this point, you were convinced you loved Min Yoongi. You had always loved cooking, hell, you were willing to lose your bachelor’s degree if that meant you would be good at cooking, because…

You, just like Yoongi’s mom, were a terrible cook. But Yoongi never complained nor did he ever put kimchi and other sauces on the food you cooked just for him.

<<< Silver Dust>>>>

The first time you asked Yoongi why he liked looking into your eyes was when the both of you were having a staring contest.

The wind was unbelievably cold tonight, clearly, you weren’t expecting to freeze in the middle of a summer night. The annoying weather led you into thinking if climbing on top of your boyfriend’s house’s roof was a good idea. Sure the stars were pretty, but you felt cold. Too cold.

“Do you know the story about the Window and the Mirror?” Yoongi asked out of the blue. He also pulled your body closer to him—making you grimace. The texture of the roof was hard on your back. You shook your head, why did you choose to lay on the roof without any blanket again? Sometimes, your choices in life were really questionable.

“Nah, what happened?” You’re never a fan of stories.

Yoongi sighed. He pulled you closer to him until your face was buried on his neck. Damn. He smelled like smoke and sex.

“Well, for starters, my father left us…”

Yoongi’s words monetarily made you stop breathing. You had known him for years now, but not once did you ever talk about his father. You were aware that his father left him and his mom, though you didn’t know the story behind it.

“My father was a good man and he always tells me he loves my mother more than ever. For the longest time of my life, I believed him. He never looked into anyone’s wife. He never had a mistress, but my father is selfish.”

You just hummed to let him know that you were listening.

He cleared his throat.

“Mom just wants a simple life and that’s why we never left Daegu. This is my home. Our home.” Yoongi’s grip on your shoulder tightened, he looked up in the sky—the stars were prettier when you were in Daegu.

“My father doesn’t like to be here, though. He loves the city. He craves city life. Ever since I was young, he kept telling my mom that they should move to Seoul. Abeonim hates farming. He calls our strawberry farm disgusting. Said he should become a CEO and not a stupid farmer.” Yoongi laughed bitterly. He could still remember the way his father said those words.

“And guess what? He fucking did. Min Hyun Sik, chief executive officer of Bighit Company…” Yoongi cackled and you gasped.

Min Hyun Sik was his father? That guy was like the richest man in South Korea! You wanted to confirm this news that he just dropped, however, you couldn’t move because Yoongi’s grip on your shoulders was so tight.

“He became someone with power by leaving my mother and I.” Yoongi repeated as his eyes darkened. He no longer found the stars pretty. For him they were just lights—shining to hurt his eyes.

“He just left a note like that was going to be enough. He didn’t even say sorry. The only words written on those notes are him telling me to go to University using the money he left.”

You bit your lower lip. His grip was really, really tight…

“He wants me to go to college so I can follow him in the city, and so I went to college. But it’s not because I want to follow him. I enrolled just so I can fucking drop out during my last year.”

You furrowed your brow. If that was Yoongi’s original plan, then how…how come he’s a college graduate now?

“That was the plan before I met you…” Yoongi’s grip on your shoulder loosens, giving you the opportunity to look into his eyes.

He smiled at you.

“So, the story of the Window and the Mirror?” He offered and you just nodded.

“There’s this rich man—”

“Richer than your dad?” You asked. He laughed.

“Fucking richer than my dad…” He left a chaste kiss on your mouth. You giggled. “Anyway, the man went to see a rabbi, some sort of Jewish teacher. Of course the rabbi asked him what he wanted and the rich man said he doesn’t know what to do with his life anymore.”

“Uh, duh? He should give us money!” You butted in again. Yoongi kissed you once more just to make you shut up.

“Unfortunately, the teacher didn’t tell the rich man to give you money, weirdo. The Rabbi just led him over to the window and asked him this.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “What can you see through the glass?”

“And what’s the response of the rich man, Mr. Min?”

“I can see men coming and going and a blind man begging for alms in the street.” Yoongi answered you. “The rabbi seemed content with his answers, so this time, the teacher led him into a large mirror to ask him another question...”

“What is the other question?” You pressed.

“The rabbi asked him this, baby…” Yoongi pressed his lips on your mouth before proceeding to the story. “When you look in this mirror, can you tell me what you see?”

“And?!” You pressed again.

“I can see myself…”

“Obviously.” You rolled your eyes. You just wanted to know the sense of this story.

“And you can’t see the others. Notice that the window and the mirror are both made of the same basic material, glass. You should compare yourself to these two kinds of glass. Poor, you saw other people and felt compassion for them. Rich — covered in silver — you see yourself.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Your boyfriend smiled at you.

“My father chose to look in the mirror and I almost did the same. I almost dropped out of college just because I want my father to see that having a degree is useless. But, baby, if I actually chose to drop out, I wouldn’t have met you. I wouldn’t be able to give my mother a better life. I wouldn’t be able to afford to hire a cook and who knows? If I drop out of college, I would probably still be eating my mom’s shitty chicken soup.” You laughed at that.

“I am just saying, I like to look into your eyes because it reminds me of a window. It made me see a lot of things—new opportunities. Because of you, I stopped being selfish. You removed the silver in the mirror; you turned the silver into dust.”

“I fucking love you!” This time, you initiated the kiss.

You kissed Min Yoongi so hard that when you pulled away, he’s desperately gasping for air.

“I fucking love you too.”

<<< The Proposal >>>>

After reminiscing some of your unforgettable moments with Min Yoongi, you finally looked into his eyes.

Yoongi proposed to you and you’re contemplating whether to say yes or no. Your boyfriend despised the crowd, but here he was, down on his knees—shakily holding a ring on his hand.

You examined his face. His lips were quivering, for the first time; you saw how vulnerable he looked. It’s as if his whole life depended on this, and to be honest, it did. Yoongi couldn’t imagine life without you.

“Baby, are you gonna say yes or no?” Yoongi knitted his brows together.

You chuckled. Typical, Yoongi.

“Please stand up…”

Your boyfriend looked at you with confused eyes. His heart started beating so fast he’s very sure it would explode.

“B-But why? Don’t you want to—“ He stammered.

“Just stand up, Yoongi.”

With a heavy heart, Yoongi followed what you wanted. Deep inside, Yoongi was already murdering his friend, Jeon Jeongguk. He just told Yoongi that proposing in a strange, busy city would win your heart.

You two were currently in New York, New York. Strangers were watching you, and Brooklyn Bridge served as your backdrop. Jeongguk said that if Yoongi proposed in a place where no one knew you, then it was a sure win because your mother wouldn’t be able to stop Yoongi. Your childhood crush or ex wouldn't be in the picture too so it was another win for Yoongi. But your boyfriend was starting to regret his decision. He shouldn’t have listened to Jeongguk. What did that dipshit even know about love?

“Yoongi, are you listening?”

“Huh?” Your boyfriend’s train of thoughts were suddenly halted when you spoke.

“I can’t believe you. I just said yes!” You shake Yoongi’s shoulder. It looked like he was still out of his mind and that made you anxious. What if…what if he decided you’re not worth it anymore? What if he didn’t want to marry you anymore?

“Baby, I can’t believe you too. Please give me your hands!” Yoongi exclaimed.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as well. What the hell! You were so apprehensive that you zoned out too!

“We’re both weirdos, do you know that?” Yoongi shook his head after putting the sparkling ring on your finger.

You laughed.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly.”

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

Full of surprises.

Summary: After meeting John outside a bar, you soon start to realise he is full of surprises- especially after your brother makes a remark that annoys him.

Warnings: Suggestive (mature-ish) themes, Brian gets verbally burnt, swearing, smoking, drinking.

A/N: Okay so I did a little more than two words because I found it much simpler to stretch out Brian's suffering for your request @vaidde 😂 sorry it took me a while but I hope it's what you wanted and I hope you enjoy! 💖

John's lips were pressing themselves to any bit of exposed skin he could see. You ran a hand through his hair and contently sighed, he was always so gentle and tender with you after unleashing his rough and wild love and lust induced passion. You were more than happy to endure his wrath.

"I love you," he hummed and traced little patterns over your side with the tip of his finger.

Each time he said that it felt like the first. You got the same thrill and buzz each time he told you that. "I love you too, John," you softly murmured and he leaned up just enough to press his lips to yours before returning to lie on your stomach. "Studio today?" You asked.

"Yeah, I don't have to leave for a little while though," he grinned. "I get to enjoy this view for a little longer..." he purred eyeing up you in his favourite top- the one that had Peter Pan on it- and his boxers that he kindly lent you since he ruined your underwear. They were now nothing but shredded remains on the floor of his bedroom. "And we get to avoid your brother for a little longer too..." That made you laugh, John's head bumped up and down on you while your body gently jolted.

Brian had explicitly warned you countless of times not to get with any members of the bands he had been in. You told him each time that you wouldn't- until you met John. At first you didn't know he had been chosen to play bass for Queen- Brian, Freddie and Roger had been complaining for months that they had been going through bass players quicker than Roger went through a pack of cigarettes. When the three met John and heard him play, he was instantly recruited. They thought he was incredibly talented and his persona and personality was a hit with everyone.

You met him outside the bar Queen were playing at. John was outside lighting a cigarette just as you walked up and pulled out one for yourself, fighting with the lighter when it wouldn't stay alight. "Here," John leaned forward and lit his, you placed the cigarette between your lips and let him light it for you. Your eyes flickered up from the flame to his eyes that were shining thanks to the orange glow from the flame. It was dark out and the light highlighted all his exquisite features.

"Thank you," you exhaled a cloud of smoke "I'm trying to quit," you lowly laughed. "My brothers friend got me hooked and I've been resenting him ever since." He chortled and you grinned "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"John Deacon, nice to meet you." He smiled and took a puff "Must be my lucky night..." he said.

You raised a curious brow "Why's that, John?"

He shrugged a shoulder "Joined a band that's going places and now I'm in the company of a beautiful woman." He charmingly smirked with a wink and your eyes widened slightly. "I'm a very lucky man for the latter part."

You bit down on your lip "Well if you aren't busy tomorrow you might get even luckier..." you suggestively replied.

John moved a little closer to you "Oh yeah?" He licked his lips- something that didn't go unnoticed by you. "Think I could get a taster of what's to come?" His eyes flickered back and forth from your eyes to your lips.

You grinned and leaned forward, just pressing enough pressure to his lips that made you both drop your cigarettes when the kiss felt much better than smoking them. You both slowly began moving your mouths, bolts of electricity made your lips tingle. Your hand found the back of John's neck and he quietly moaned against your lips. You pulled back, both of you had half hooded eyes and slightly swollen lips. You grinned and shyly bowed your head, releasing your hand that was still on the back of John's neck. "Sorry...I'm sorry if that was too forward." You whispered.

John shook his head "Don't be sorry," he grinned "It was a great start to my night!" He chucked "But I gotta get inside."

"I do too, let me get you a drink." You offered and John nodded.

"I'll join you at the bar, give me a few minutes." John sweetly smiled and you assumed that he was going to the bathroom or something. You got the drinks- you figured beer would be the safest bet for John and you got yourself the same. You found yourself giddily grinning, you had really taken a shine to him. He was sweet and funny and had the most irresistible eyes. You did assume that he'd be in the bathroom- it shocked and surprised you when you saw him on stage with three other people you knew well- one of them far too well since he was your brother.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose "Oh shit."

You knew you were getting yourself into trouble but still went to meet John the next day. Brian didn't have a clue- he didn't even see the pair of you the night before hanging out after the show. You were walking passed borough market, just letting your feet follow roads- you and John didn't really care where you were going, you just wanted to be in each other's company. "So any brother's or sisters?" He asked, making general chit chat.

You cleared your throat and scratched the back of your neck "Uhh...yeah. A brother."

"What's he like?" John asked and you stopped. He raised a brow when you did.

"Um, well..." you sighed, he was going to find out sooner or later. "My brother- you know him." John's brow raised even further up his forehead. "It's Brian."

John's mouth gapped open a little in surprise. "Oh. Oh right..." he muttered.

You softly groaned "I've made this awkward, haven't I?" You rubbed your temples "I'm sorry."

John shook his head and held your arms with his hands. "No! You haven't!" He sent you a reassuring smile. "Just because Brian's your brother...doesn't mean I like you any less."

Your heart skipped a beat hearing his bashful confession. "You like me?" You asked.

John timidly nodded "I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second since last night." He wholehearted admitted. "You're really beautiful and I meant what I said about being a lucky man."

Without a second of hesitation, you kissed him, taking him aback a little at your swiftness and desperateness to feel his lips on yours again. "I like you too, John." He widely smiled with shut eyes after you pulled back. You continued walking together, this time arm in arm, through the market. He even managed to sneakily buy you a huge single sunflower from a florist stall when you weren't looking. He would remember the joyous, surprised look you had on your face forever.

But you soon learned that John was full of surprises.

Of course Brian eventually found out. He found out after catching the pair of you kissing backstage when they had just finished a show. Roger and Freddie had to hold him back to stop him from murdering John. Over time, Brian had slowly adjusted to the fact that the two of you were together. The main thing for Brian was that you were happy but John got a deadly warning of what would happen if he hurt you.

You knew John would do no such thing because John knew what you would do would be ten times worse than what Brian said he'd do.

"What are you thinking about?" John asked with a small grin tugging at his lips noticing you spaced out a little. You snapped back into the moment after reminiscing about the past.

"You." You replied, running a hand through his hair again with a tired smile on your face. "As always." John kissed you before getting up and getting himself organised. "I might come with you today." You spoke up and followed him into his bathroom. He nodded while brushing his teeth. "I'll take a short shower," you said and he looked over his shoulder. His toothbrush fell into the sink with a soft clank when he saw you slowly peel off his shirt and then wiggle out of his boxers on the spot. You were standing in front of him with nothing on. "Or a long one if you want to join me..." you sultry smirked and John practically threw himself into the shower- pulling you with him.

You both eventually made it to the studio, John made sure you were wrapped up in one of his jumpers because it was cold out and gave you another pair of his boxer shorts that would bide you over until you got home. Your jeans were still alright and you'd be able to wrangle another days wear out of them. "Brian's not been happy with this album," John spoke up just before you made it to the studio. "Don't think he's very happy with me and everything I've been doing on it."

Your heart grew heavy seeing the look on John's face and upon hearing what he had said. "Oh John," you hummed and cupped his face, gently pecking his lips. "Don't you worry about Bri, I'll deal with him and tell him to lay off you- tell him to back off a bit."

"Thanks," he let out a lungful of relieved air "I swear, Y/N, sometimes I feel like just exploding!"

You cheekily smirked "Save your exploding for when you're with me," you playfully tapped his bum with a wink and he went as red as the phone box outside the studio. You both headed in together and greeted Freddie and Roger before giving Brian a hug. "Hi, Bri!" You smiled.

"Great...the only time I see my sister is when she comes to the studio hanging off her boyfriends and my bandmates arm..." he complained.

"Wow," you blinked "Nice to see you too..." you sarcastically uttered.

Brian sighed and shut his eyes "No I- it's good to see you. Just one of those days I think."

"Yeah well you better not take it out on John..." you warned. "I'll grab you all some coffee, might boost you up a bit." You left the boys for twenty minutes with their orders wrote down on a slip of paper. When you returned, they were all standing in a circle competing as if to see who could yell with irritation the loudest.

"All I'm saying is that the backing of a guitar would be good in that part- you know since it would be the only bloody guitar bit in the fucking album!" Brian snapped and you knew he was mad because he hardly ever raised his voice and swore.

"I think John has a point, Bri," Roger spoke up. "A guitar doesn't merge with anything during the small break. Maybe Freddie could improvise with piano? Or even sing something?"

You looked over at John and you were about to say something but he noticed and raised a hand, shaking his head with slightly pursed lips. He didn't want you to be dragged into their argument. "Well, fine!" Brian slapped his hands against his thighs. "But I know it takes real skill to play six strings rather than four."

You eyes shot open at Brian's rude little dig at your boyfriend. "Brian!" You hissed.

Freddie blinked at John's lack of response. "You don't have anything to say to that, John?"

John was unusually relaxed and laid back...a little too laid back you thought as you took a sip of your tea. "No Freddie, its fine." He coolly spoke. "Besides, if Brian wants my comeback he's going to have to scrape it off Y/N's teeth."

You spat out your tea and violently choked on it while Freddie gasped, Roger burst out laughing and Brian's mouth was gaping open with shock. "John! Jesus Christ!" You coughed out, almost floored with surprise.

"Damn Deacon, you kiss your mother with that mouth of yours?" Roger snorted. Brian was bent over by this point trying to erase those words still ringing in his ears.

"No," John walked over to you, pulling you towards him by your waist and forcefully kissed you. You moaned and quickly melted into the kiss before he pulled back leaving you stunned and giddy. "But I kiss Brian's sister." He smugly replied and Brian loudly groaned in disgust and embarrassment, clutching onto Roger to keep him upright.

"For the love of God someone make him stop talking!" Brian begged.

John was trying his hardest not to laugh. He had already got Brian back but he was going to push it as far as he could just to make payback for his comment that little bit sweeter. "I can say something else...what do you want me to say?" John turned back to glance at the three boys and shrugged his shoulder. "That we have sex rougher than Roger's voice after he's had a smoke?"

Freddie's mouth had formed an 'o' shape but the very corners of his lips began to curl upwards. Roger let out a loud, hysterical laugh, clutching his stomach while walking over to John to give him a high five.

Without the support of Roger's body, Brian's knees gave way and he slowly fell to the ground. He lay down groaning with his head in his hands while facing the moss green coloured carpet floor. "Ugh make him STOP!"

"That's not what your sister says..." John quickly retorted and Roger was almost joining Brian on the floor he was laughing so much.

"Alright!" You yelped and pulled John towards you. "I think you should all call it a day and forget this ever happened."

"As funny as this is, I agree with you darling!" Freddie's voice was full of amusement.

You walked over to Brian and bent down then pat his back "That'll teach you not to piss off John." You stood back up and left the studio with your boyfriend.

Roger gently nudged Brian's shoulder with his foot when he hadn't moved after ten minutes "You alright mate?"

He was still groaning "Death would have been less painful than hearing all that."

•••

John's arm was wrapped around your waist as you walked home the long way, down through borough market on a pleasant detour. "Did I take it too far?" He asked.

You smirked and shook your head "I don't think so- it was actually quite funny. You can do some damage, Deacon." You bumped him a little with your hip.

He chuckled with a smug smile. "Thought you would have known that after what happened last week," he winked and you blushed in the middle of the street. Your legs were very tender the day after the night before with him. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, he turned at the last second and managed to catch your lips.

You passed the flower stall and the florist handed him a single sunflower- John had paid the man in advance each month so whenever you both passed the stall he'd always be able to pick one up for you as a surprise.

You took it from him with a toothy grin "John Deacon," you cupped his cheek. "From flirting outside a pub to fierce words and flowers..." you kissed him. "You're always full of surprises."

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Unwarranted Destruction before Halloween!

MOMMA JADE GET HURT BUT GET NEW BITTIES AND ITEMS TO ADD TO THE SHOP!

It was a quiet evening at the shop,with Al managing the front and the little market while Jade is away on business. It was slow and the caretaker decided to get some new ingredients for the new items  to introduce into the shop. Halloween is coming up after all and the shop itself is pretty empty. The shopkeeper and alpha dragon skeleton bitty agreed that it will be a nice change of pace...And there is hardly any excitement in the front end, while in the back in the her packs and prides is a whole different story.  So Jade gave him the duty of being the Shop Manager for the time being.Though it was getting late, Jade usually comes back around this time yet none have yet to see her. Al was getting worried, he even called up Shy and the other adoption centers that Jade had recently visited but no one had seen her… 

That until... there was an explosion coming from Jade's living quarters...And the sound of a familiar yet eerie scream of pain echoed throughout the shop...It made all the bitties magical essence that all their creators that put the time and love into, to give them life? It felt like all their life had been sucked out of them when they know who's scream it was…

Jade.

Every submissive and child bitty started to cry confused and scared at the scary scream…

Why is Momma/Missus/Mistress/Jade screamed? Is she okay? She has to be right? Please be okay! 

Every  calm minded bitty quickly was set on alert as they went around to keep the rest of their pack safe and ready for the word of the alphas on their command… Some even started to patrol that area.

Every aggressive bitty that was kept away from the rest of them in their own started to claw their cages their doors was crawling their prison…The scent of blood and the scream made them have even more need for violence...

WHO HAD HURTED WHAT WAS THEIRS!

All the leaders of the packs and pride let out a snarl their body and soul screamed in the most primal way…

MUST PROTECT! MUST SAVE JADE!

 Al teleported just a few feet away from the closed door of Jade's Room and He was soon joined up with the leaders of each pack and lone pride.

Navy, Jade's Alpha Sans "Prince"  bitty and the Head of The Night Wind Whispers Pride was the second to appear before Al… He usually stoic and cold expression and personality that he had shown toward bitties that isn't in his pride and the other alphas is replaced with tense irritation and concern toward his caretaker as he nodded at Al in acknowledgement. Both Marigold, Jade's Alpha Papyrus " Stray" bitty who is in charge of the Blood Venom Sky Pack and Ramil, Jade's Alpha Grillby bitty, head of Golden Sun Burst Pride was sprinting quickly toward the room. Marigold was snarling as he charged through and slammed the door open, followed by his Alpha Leads. All of them cried out their fairy caretaker name to be greeted by the sight of her room in shambles and abominations in what was left of her room…

They did not see the fairy but a sobbing  voice of the fairy made it clear...They need to defend...They need to protect...They need to kill…!

The Aftermath

It took awhile for the Alphas to get rid of the monstrosities but they made quick work, leaving a big mess behind...They were tired and tried to listen for the fairy but the sobbing stopped halfway during the battle...They calls out the fairy's name…

But no one answered…

That til a few moments of silence later, a pile of destroyed piles of rumble started to shift and shake as a figure started to get out and under it. It was Jade, clearly hurt with cuts but that wasn't the only thing that was different about her...She looked a little nightmarish than her usual self...She seems relieved for some reason but also annoyed as she tried to morph herself back toward her more friendly form...but it deemed useless...She was injured in a way that she can't control her magic to shift back to her usual form...It would take some time to heal and it is a little annoying...At least no one saw her true form when she was injured from earlier by the beasts...She never want anyone to see her like that...at least her appearance is much preferred and it matches with Halloween. She seems calm now and the Alphas quickly mothered her as soon as she stood out of the rumble...She whined at the attention as she eyed the remains of the abominations in what used to be her room and her doorway toward her lab…

Hours later… Jade appears with her more Halloween theme appearance with still a gentle smile on her face. 

Jade: Hello my favorite dreamers…It is your friendly bitty loving dream fairy...I must apologize for my current appearance… It seems like my encounter with the unsavory sort, have made my magic glamour gone all haywire...So instead of taking off my glamour or overexerting myself with no desired results,I have managed to make a different appearance for the time being...just until my magic get sorted all out… Thank goodness for my adeptness in all sorts of dreams and illusions...So bonus points being a jack of all trades with that…

But worry not after all this experience, Al had made it his goal to keep me coop in the safety of the shop and quarantine my room and portal doors to the Realms...Just until things calm down I hope..

That being said… I hate being here… bored...with nothing to do...So I have some exciting news! 

We got some new companions to add to the shop! Along with some amazing new staff who will be introducing these delightful yet spooky treats and exclusive items for the month of Halloween and The Days of the Dead!

Please come and introduce yourselves everyone!

Monty: Ello' I am Montgomery Duvall...Please call me Monty… I am human?At least from what I know…I used to have a business of my own...that I had to close down because…*He cleared his throat.* of my personal problems..I will be taking over as a part-time caretaker for Ms. Jade bitties at the store and would be taking care of the delicious confectionery and delights of the store… I have a bit of experience with management and done some cooking as a hobby… I also worked at a bitty center recently. So I have some experience in that department as well...

Jade: *pushed the old gentleman aside* He is much too humble I swear! He is going to be the entrepreneur who is going to help start up better alternatives for our bitties nutrition! So what you are going to see in our food display is going to be from his amazing mind!

Monty: *blushes* Ms. Jade please...no need to praise an old man like me…

Jade: Nonsense! You are an amazing human…

*Another figure stepped before them, a small timeless young Japanese woman stepped in a kimono. She look like any normal girl if only it weren't for  her hair that seems to move around like it was a part of her...Like her hands…This was Mina, she was monster from where Jade was from. She was close acquaintances of Jade she still lived there...She was a Futakuchi onna...a yokai..Japanese spirit or monster… Even her hair was pulled up in a loose bun, what is hidden underneath will show you why she is a monster...*

Mina: Konnichiwa...I am Mina it is a pleasure to be here and be in presence… I am going to be Monty-san partner in the food department. I am the person who is going to help his ideas come to life in the things we cook. I am quite the expert when it comes to making food and tasting it. It will be quite desirable...I specialize magic infused food though I have experience in some human cuisine as well...

*Monty let out a sigh, having to deal with Mina quite well at this point, he knows of her sneaky eating habits… He could see the hungry glint in her eyes*

Monty: Ms. Mina...please refrain from eating our examples… We had to do several tiring and time consuming replacements, over the course of several accidents...

Mina: *Pouts* I have been good, what sort of person you think I am? * Both her and her new elderly acquaintance started to head back toward the small cafe located near the front desk of the bitty shoppe*

*Monty and Mina started to get the future item for this month in big trays…*

         

          CAFE HOT ITEMS OF THE MONTH

     FLUFFY PLUMPKIN FUDGE 

This irresistible sweet is great for all humans and monsters all alike who like a little sweetness in your day or night. 

This mildly buttery smooth,light  yet creamy delight is excellent for this time of year when welcoming the autumn weather and scenery. Don't eat too much of this though, it may be good for the heart and soul but too much of this addicting sweet, will cause the bitty or humans get plump in certain areas like the stomach, chest, hips and rump…

SPOOKY SHADOW MANGO AND PINESONIOUS TART

This delicious sweet yet sour treat is literary borderline poisonous to make.One wrong move, this treat can be down right deadly. But if done right, it can be quite refreshingly sweet and have healing properties, especially toward other infections and heal terminally sick humans and bitties. Make sure that your chef is well versed in with their ingredients and a well educated doctor is nearby, just in case. Must sign a waiver if it just for the thrill or taste these delight. So are you are willing to take the risk and sign your death wish?

ABYSS MUSHROOM AND GARLIC STRUDEL 

This pastry literary came from the abyss! Don't ask how our dreamy fairy  got her hands on these rare ingredients to make these but do know it is quite a pain to get them. But it is the number one item back home that the majority females,  foodie, health and fanatics sought for. This is a strudel not only it won't cause you to gain weight from eating it, but also eat your weight away. Well technically not eat away but store it elsewhere. Don't worry it effects are quite safe. It is all different for everyone but know this after a couple of days  will stop it effects. Get it while it lasts!

STARBAKED  BUN BUNS ASSORTED

This treat comes in sweet and savory fillings that makes you come back hungry for more. It's just that you need to have the speed and determination to catch it. Prefect for your more active bitties and humans that wants a little challenge catching their food or bitties have the need to hunt something “live”. As of right now for the month of halloween the bun buns will have a little more monstrous appearance and more of a spattering filling when bitten into. 

FAIRY BERRIES

Inspired by the different fairies back home and words from another bitty caretaker that Jade looks up to , these little delightful creations are certainly fun to catch and eat. Having different various set of wings and fruits, these are perfect for staying in a healthy diet while having fun at the same time as you dance with these fluttery snacks. Ideal with bitties that want a little change in their meaty diet and have something sweet with still the fun of being the hunter. Great for baby bitties and beginners.

OVEN-BAKED FOG FOWL PIE

A savory tasty pie for all races, the fog fowl is quite hard to catch due to is shapeshifting way of hiding and avoiding beings, but true a delicacy back home for Jade. And a luxury item to make, once you eat this fowl beast, it will provide a sharpness of the mind and improvement of stamina and energy. This is great for those sluggish days off for both humans and monsters. You will have energy and stamina for days Get it now for a limited time only. These fowls are hard to come by after all. Side effects include a sudden lightheadedness, nausea, lack of sleep, and sudden fatigue out of nowhere. Basically crash and burn out of energy ten-fold. So heed this warning...

            ASSORTED SKELE-WITCHES

 Just decent stacked  sandwiches made and shaped as your favorite skeletons of your choosing with witch/wizard hat or riding a broom. Made by human hands, Monty’s specifically. Safe for everyone...Monty works so hard on these...Don’t shame him...

CEREAL KILLER DONUT

Another Monty idea but infused with Mina magic, this scary horror pastry topped with your favorite cereal shaped into a little murderous killer that will come after you. But worry not, due to their squishy insides and their less than intimating "weapons", they will kill you with their cuteness instead. Little angry muffed yells and grunts as they try to kill you with their pretzel pitchforks… Will definitely make you scream in laughter instead. Though hurry and eat them while they are fresh, before they figure out that their weapons are stupid and look for stuff they can use to actually hurt you… 

TALL DARK AND MURDER COFFEE

Normal coffee...Were expecting more?...Of course you were! The coffee beans are potent! These beans were carefully harvested from the Land of Nightmares.These are for those who want to stay up a few days before during the days of the dead or planning something big that requires no sleep? This is the coffee for you, for experienced coffee drinkers that needs more oomph than the plain normal human coffee. Must drink one cup a day and no more! If drink more than 1,it effects will last for more than a week depending on how many cups you drunk...You will develop hallucinations and maybe see an entity that follows you around...waiting for the moment you finally crash...and well sweep your soul away...Not before scaring you and cause the most horrible nightmares you have ever faced…It is advised that you seek the local dream fairy, Jade(despite her constant warnings and the waiver you signed) as soon as you see them so their hold on you aren't strong…Your local dream fairy will try her best to deal with the situation but keep in mind...This is a dangerous situation that you could have prevented if you had only listened, so be prepared to trade something of equal value… Something that will cause you utter despair and can not live without can't not replace… Don't lie because both local dream fairy and the entity knows… Make the right decision or it will murder your soul one way or another… Please don't let your bitty have a sip of this since they are more prone to this and these entities would love little morsels like them...

CHILLING DIRTY CHAI LATTE

If you need that coffee pick-me-up as you pass out candy on Halloween but aren’t a huge fan of pumpkin flavor, you may love the homemade dirty chai latte. If you want to make it extra dirty for those legal adults out there we will offer some pick me up concoctions from your friendly fairy to add to delicious drink.

BLOODCURDLING I SCREAM

This creamy cold delight was made with the crushed teeth of ice wraiths...And of course being magical they will make the ice cream enchanted to stay cold for a long time. And it will scream as you take a bite out of them. Not in pain but just because they wish to not interact with anything. The screams are small, squeaky and quite exaggerated. Like " Ahh!.... Ahh!..." like it was trying to process what their next word should be...Don't worry if you think the screaming is annoying, just scoop where their screaming mouths would be and there no more screaming and you can enjoy the treat. It comes in common human flavors and new ones that Jade that bring back from home...

TRICE MICE

Enchanted little candy mice that has three layers. A candy coat, a chocolate coat, nougat center. . You saw right there are mice in the kitchen but don’t  fret, health inspectors or lawsuits won’t hit these store anytime soon.  these It is so good that will make all you chocolate lovers want some even though the scurry around and those who are a bit afraid of their counterpart reconsider. 

*Monty let out a soft smile as both him and Mina finished introducing those new treats.*

Monty: These are the items we order in the cafe as of right now… But we also cater to all our customers needs...So of their any item you want, we shall make it our goal to provide it for you…

Jade’s Medical Counter 

ROCK A BYE SLEEPIES

ENCHANTED GUMMY SHEEPS THAT YOU OR YOUR BITTIES TAKE IF YOU HAVE A BAD CASE OF INSOMNIA. JUST TAKE A SMALL BITE OF IT AND IT WILL COME TO LIFE AND MULTIPLY AND HELP YOU COUNT TO SLEEP OR THE LESS TRADITIONAL WAY, CUDDLE UP TO YOU OR INTERACT WITH IN A WAY TO HELP YOU SLEEP. ONCE THE MEDICINAL EFFECTS HAD TAKEN OVER THE SHEEP WILL MORPH BACK INTO ONE AND JUMP INTO YOUR MOUTH. IT DISSOLVES INSTANTLY.

STELLAR HUFF AND PUFF DROPS

THIS STARRY SHAPE WILL MAKE YOUR BITTY WANT TO TAKE THIS MEDICINAL CANDY. THIS WILL HELP ANY BITTY IF THEY ARE FEELING SICK AND LESS ENERGETIC THAN USUAL. COUGHING AND SNIFFLING BEGONE AS THIS STELLAR CANDY IS EATEN. JUST TAKE THIS THREE TIMES A DAY PLEASE. 

HEAL YEAH WOUNDS WRAPS

These magical wraps will help heal lacerations or scratches more quickly than any normal bandage. These are soaked from plants from Jade's home and is high with magical healing properties.

STARMINT CHEWS 

These chews will brighten anyone's day with a smile or fresh breath. Eating these will help your bitty teeth glow and grow strong and bright with minty freshness that is out of this world. Beneficial for skeleton bitties.

            LEMONY GINGER BITES

Citrusy and ginger mixed together to help with that sore throat or rasp. But these bites back, well more like gumming since they are gummies and it doesn't hurt you when it bite. Those who likes gimmicks and enjoy the soothing sensation of their sore throat melting away.

            *Jade smiles sheepishly at her stock. * 

Jade: This seem to be the only items I can provide at the moment but I will come up with new ones I promise! And unfortunately, we still need a tailor but it is okay...*She grins excitingly as her wings fluttered* Now the main event! You see during the mishap with the abominations destroying my room...They possibly... well... got into my lab and my bitties samples got well...contaminated with these dark creatures… They are still amazing mind you and I love them all the same! 

*She went into the back and brought out a basket that is covered with a blanket. She had a mischievous look on her face as she pulled the blanket away.*

MEET MY DARLING DARK INTUNED BITTIES!

Sugar Bites: ( a zombie candy-gore candied  dragon skeleton. A monster kid variant.)

This precious one was going to be part of the angelic series of her bitties but the dark magic got to him first. He is made from candy and from his ectoplasm, horns,  bones made from strong sugar and accessories. He is candy. Though he is a zombie as well...He is a zombie that likes eating candy...so you get the picture what he does to himself since he is close proximity to himself… To prevent from the bitty eating itself you need a durable muzzle to put on this sweetie and feed them candy daily. Don't take the candy away from his ectobelly please he needs it. Baby will cry. Don't eat the baby, he already knows he is delicious. Besides that he is a healthy bitty that tries to get along with everyone, if not a little hyper from his sugar intake.

BC: ( bad luck shadow cat skeleton. A sans variant.)

This bitty oozes bad luck, not like he wanted to...it was just how he is made. And it took him and his creator a few cuts and bruises to get his magic under control. He is aloof bitty with a permanent grin on his face and bones as black as the night. He loves to be in the shadows and often hangs around those younger and innocent...Not because they are cute and needs protecting...he likes to tease them and give them a little bad luck. He loves scaring them too...Though he means no harm...Don't be alarm when bad luck suddenly happens to you for the first few days of keeping this bitty. He is cautious and always will always know that he has a loving place to return to if he deems the owner unsuitable for him. Though once he realizes he is here to stay and you actually care about him, expect this mischievous feline to wake you up with him laying on your face and him constantly meowing for food, when you know well that he could talk...He also your personal stalker...He goes everywhere with you as long you have a shadow. He will be there...no buts and if about it...He won't be upfront with confrontation but he is vindictive...and has a quiet fury when it comes with the people he cares about...So if your bully suddenly gets pooped on by seagull then suddenly gets a thousand more seagulls droppings...You know who did it...He won't stop either...even if you tell him to stop...he will feel bad and make sure that he torture your bully more selectively and quietly when you are not around...as I said he is a vengeful thing…

Omen: ( Voodoo Doll...Nice Cream Guy variant )

 This bitty is bigger than most nice cream guy  bitties and more plush than most but you best not to underestimate him. This fluffy bitty can curse you if you ever look at him wrong. He is jaded to most of his emotions due to the fact he is a doll for curses and he could always transfer his pain somewhere else to the person he decided to curse...He is an amazing addition to the family and can easily be mended up. He has his own soft toy soul that he usually keep it away from his body. He will only hand it to the person who he trusts and those who his soul get to control him...Though I recommend not to...Let him be your plush buddy and let him keep his soul close to you can see the bae give you those rare happy buck tooth smiles. He comes in different varieties from the brownish coloring with X button eyes to the typical pure black with skeleton markings...We also have the original coloring… Though we have different varieties of "skins" that if you want to change his looks available. It is like changing clothes for the Omen bitty and won't hurt him. If remove his outer layer, he will disappear momentarily. Don't fret though, as long you let him know that you want him to change into a different layer. And leave the "skin" you want him to change into where he disappeared... He will disappear where his soul is (which is always nearby)...

Make you compliment him on his new look when he appears again afterward because he will love you for it…

*Jade smiles gently as she pet them affectionately.* 

Jade: As of right now they are available for the month of Halloween! So get them while they last...the merged magic that made them could only made them last for so long…

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You were mine (Intro)

Requested: Yes by the lovely @stydia-4-ever

Hey 61,62,64 & 81 please lots of angst and a happy ending or whatever you feel like doing thank you. Oh and I forgot, for Bucky.

Warnings: Cursing, Depressing themes, Angst. Mentions of cheating -kinda-

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem! Reader

Summary: The news of Bucky’s death caused you to spiral into a world of misery until one night in your apartment with the news on you see him and vow to do anything to prove he is alive. Through all kinds of twists and turns, you feel your life becoming more complex than ever before. Is Bucky really dead? Had he just left you? How much more screwed up could life get? The answer is much, much more. 

Prompt 61- “You broke up with me! Remember?”

Prompt 62- “I’m so over you.”

Prompt 64- “I love you! You dick!”

Prompt 81- “It’s me. Everything will be okay.”

Authors Note: Thanks for your request! Hope you like it! Sorry, it took so long! My brain likes to take it’s sweet as time. I literally rewrote this three times. (this part is kinda shitty but I’m building up to the good stuff!)

I had multiple drafts of this but finally came up with an idea I could be proud of. However, in order to execute it how I wanted, I need to make multiple parts. 

Part One I Part Two I Part Three I

As you got closer to the club and saw the sigh written in blue neon letters ‘the happening’ you wanted to run for the hills but you stayed put. You had promised Wanda one night of Bucky free conversation and no moping. You never agreed on a Bucky free mind however and he was all you could think about. His brown hair and blue eyes found there way into you exhausted brain even when you tried to push him out. He would always come back as a tsunami of painful thoughts and memories. Months had passed since he left you, months but you still craved him. Craved his touch, his scent, his voice, his everything. 

When you made it into the club the desire to leave only increased. Bright lights filled the large building along with your (y/e/c) eyes. Shades of green, purple, yellow, and red moved around the club and danced along with the terrible music that was being played. It was loud and filled your sensitive eardrums making it almost impossible to think. Almost. 

With a deep breath, you pushed into the club and over to the bar, leaving Wanda alone with Vision. The only thought running through your exhausted mind was him. You hated him but also loved him. You hated how he had this much power over you and you loved everything else about him. You were hurt, confused, and wanted to get drunk.

So that was what you did. One drink became five very quickly. The room started to spin and the buzz you were ridding on put you in a state of euphoria. You danced around, hair moving across your back as your hips moved side to side. Cold hands made their way to your exposed waist and you gasped lightly before biting your lip.

Turning around you saw who the hands belonged to, to say he was attractive was an understatement. He was chiseled, buff, and had gorgeous green eyes but he wasn’t Bucky. 

Mentally slapping yourself for thinking about Bucky, you pressed your body close to the newcomer and put your arms around his neck. Swaying your hips to the beat of the music you glanced up at him to find his eyes already on you. His lust filled gaze moved down to your lips and you leaned into him before you even processed what you were doing. His lips pressed to yours hungrily. There were no sparks, nothing. Not like when you kissed Bucky. You didn’t care, you weren't looking for a relationship. Just a simple one night stand to forget the one you had come to love so deeply. 

The kiss became deeper and soon his tongue was roaming around your mouth, as his hand followed suit skimming over your body. Your hands tangled in his hair and you pulled lightly earning a groan from the man before you. His lips moved to your neck and his hands to your butt. A small moan slid past your lips which caused him to pull back. 

“Want to get out of here?”

You nodded with a smirk.

“I know just where we can go.”

After a short commute to the Avenger's tower where you had been living, you lead the nameless man up to your room. You opened the door and closed it as soon as you were both inside. 

“Now where were we?”

Your lips were centimeters away from his and right as you were about to touch your lips to his a cough interrupted you. 

You quickly whipped around to see who it was simultaneously picking the gun up off your nightstand and pointing it at the trespasser. Being an avenger taught you to always be on guard you never know what could happen.

“There’s no need for that doll.”

Upon hearing that voice, you lost all the air in your lungs, all of a sudden you were completely sober by one word. 

Lifting up your gaze your eyes connected with pools of blue, a look of hurt clouded them. Trailing your eyes over his face you almost couldn't believe it. His messy dark brown hair hung just below his jaw and his chin had slightly more scruff than before.

“B-Bucky?”

“Hello, doll.”

Your heart sped up at his pet name and a tornado of emotions filled your body. Rage, sadness, love, hurt. How could he leave one day and show up months later like nothing was wrong? How could you be so happy to see the one who broke you?

You set the gun down on the nightstand but kept your gaze on the super soldier.

“I see you've been preoccupied since I left.” 

“Pretty sure that is none of your business Barnes.”

“You’ll always be my business (y/n).”

Those words stung the holes already in your heart, rage took over.

“Says who? Pretty sure you relinquished that right. You broke up with me! Remember?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond but the guy you had brought home did first. 

“I-I think I’m just going to go.” 

You turned and gave the man a small smile and a quick apology before leading him out and running back to your room, once there you saw Bucky throwing some of his clothes into a duffel bag.

“You're leaving again?���

“You are clearly better off without me.”

“What makes you say that? Because you dropped in the first time I touch someone since you left me? Or is it because you are so scared this might be something real you’d rather run than see where it goes?”

“I don’t run.”

You let out a laugh and grabbed some of the shirts out of his bag before throwing them on the bed.

“What do you think this is?”

“It’s called packing (Y/N). I’m not running because I think this could be something real. I’m leaving because I know it is and don’t want to hurt you. I’m not a good person.”

“Are we really doing this again?”

“Doing what?”

Bucky’s voice got lower and he glared at you slightly, just as you were to him. 

“You always act as if your just going to snap, that one day you will wake up with an urge to kill again. That was never you in the first place Bucky! You didn’t choose to do those things, you're not just going to wake up one day and want to strangle me in my sleep!” 

Bucky flinched lightly at the thought of hurting you but he quickly regained his composer. 

“Dammit (y/n)! Why are you so difficult?”

“ME?!”

“Yes, you! Your annoying, insufferable, irritating, and I can’t get enough of you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Bucky?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

And so he did. Sparks radiated through the room as his soft pink lips moved on your own, tongues intertwined and hands wandered bodies. All the built up anger and frustration was being let out in the kiss as was his for you. It was perfect. That was how you two were. You fought but always found your way back to one another like magnets. You couldn’t imagine life without him. 

*Present time*

You know that moment when your safe place gets compromised, the moment when, where you once felt alive and at home gets turned into a utopia of pain and sadness?

When your breath comes out in raged puffs and your heart gets completely ripped from inside your body, the pain radiating in your soul.

That was how you felt. You sat in the corner knees curled up to your chest, hot tears running down your cheeks and your breathing anything from steady. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what had happened, you couldn’t understand or maybe you chose not to.

He wasn’t. He couldn’t be.

The words moved slowly from Steve’s lips, but you didn’t hear them. It was like a scene in the movie where the world fades out and you get trapped in your own brain. Tears filled his blue eyes as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t feel, couldn’t see straight. Tears filled your own eyes and you felt your heart get ripped from your chest when you heard the words.

Bucky’s dead.

And in that moment your world fell apart and you would do anything for those stupid little fights, anything for the passionate kisses that followed. 

Bucky was dead but so were you. 

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