#and in my defense this cover is actually the first time i ever heard this song i had never seen the musical before

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30 DAYS MUSIC CHALLENGE: 2024 edition by @hauntedwhispers Day 4: A song you know all the lyrics to The Phantom of the Opera by Andwer Lloyd Webber, but I much prefer the Nightwish cover over the original

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Pervy!Krueger? He just, looks like a man who would steal your panties and purposely grind against you when you and him are training.

god sebastian krueger is so hot. i love him his skins in cod ? his voice ?? his regular voice sounds so calm and even u just KNOW he's hiding some freaky shit behind that !!! thank u anon for opening up this beautiful new path of a new character to write <3

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, female reader, age gap (r is 20's, krueger is 35), dirty talk, abuse of pet names, possessive!krueger, edging, public s3x, he buys u slutty outfits, innocence/corruption kink

✎ word count: 1.3k words (not proofread)

translations: spatzi - little sparrow (pls someone confirm i'm not 100% sure?) mein engel - my angel / schatzi - little treasure jammere nicht - don't whine / das gör - brat

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who teaches you self-defense mostly for the opportunity to feel you up that much more. he uses the excuse that you're small (you aren't that much shorter than him) and it makes you an "easy target". but you always hear the satisfied little laugh he huffs out whenever he effortlessly pins you down, you always feel his hips pressing into your back or stomach when he straddles you and holds you by your wrists.

✧ ˖ ° it's very obviously a power play for him, another way for him to make a point of how he has you now, how he won't let you get away. sebastian reminds you of it constantly. he spells his name on your clit, leaves you covered with the imprints of his teeth and stains of his cum and spit. when he's covering your body with his, his thick cock stretching you enough for him to be licking away the beginnings of tears under your eyes, he'll remind you of it. "spatzi, you feel so good. you were made for me, don't you know? just as i was made for you. no other man will ever make you feel like this- right, mein engel?" sebastian makes damn sure you know who you belong to, and proving how easily he can overpower you (and therefore protect you) while "training" you is just another way to do that.

✧ ˖ ° obviously, sebastian would rather die than ever actually hurt you. that doesn't mean he'll let you go without a (figurative) fight- so when he has you under him on the mat for the fourth time in a row, he'll grin while he leans down to graze his lips against yours. "what will you do when you have nowhere left to run?" before you even take enough of a breath to respond, he knows what you'll say: that you won't run. it's the loveliest sound sebastian has ever heard.

✧ ˖ ° despite his love of seeing you under him, when you finally manage to get him under you, he's has nothing but praise for you. he easily breaks out of your hold on his wrists to sit up with you on his lap, his hands cupping your face to bring you in for a kiss. "well done, schatzi. i am very impressed." sebastian rewards you immensely after that.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who genuinely gets annoyed when you wear anything but only his shirts when you're at his house. if you dare to try to wear pants or even underwear, he'll take them off of you, pocket your panties, and edge you for as long as he deems fit. "jammere nicht- you brought this on yourself, das gör," he'll mutter with a slap to your thigh or ass whenever you start begging to cum. "how many times will i have to tell you? you don't need those when you are with me."

✧ ˖ ° eventually (and unsurprisingly) he'll start escalating to outside the house. sebastian will make sure to buy you endless amounts of little sundresses and skirts that never go past your knees while you're together. he won't say anything about it until you start catching on and ask him why, and even then, he'll play dumb. the approach to getting you to like the idea of his fingers stuffed into your cunt around others is slow at first; a hand that creeps further up your thigh with every dinner, movie, coffee date you go on. when his fingertips finally meet the edge of your underwear, he'll have the most salacious grin you've ever seen.

✧ ˖ ° sitting together on a bench overlooking the river you had walked along, your hand grips his wrist and you dart anxious eyes in several directions. "don't worry, schatzi," he'll whisper, turning towards you to press kisses against your neck. "there is no one else here. do you think i would really let anyone besides me see you like this?" his insinuation is a lie, of course- he wants them to see you. sebastian wants everyone to see his claim on you, to see how only he can make you feel good. as soon as you relax your hold he's pulling your panties to the side and drawing circles on your clit.

✧ ˖ ° it nearly becomes a habit, something you expect and anticipate whenever you go out together. sebastian will get you to the point where you're squirming in your seat before his hand even moves from your knee, casting impatient looks at him if he's taking too long. it's the one time he doesn't mind you being a brat- it is his own fault, after all. you both love the game of trying not to get caught, you trying to hide your hitched breath and rocking hips and him trying not to make it obvious how deep his fingers are reaching into you.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who likes dressing you up in slutty little outfits and costumes. after he shows you his latest purchase and sweet talks you into putting it on just for him, he'll happily sit on the couch and wait for you to shuffle out of his bedroom. he'll have the biggest smile when he beckons you over, lathering your legs and stomach with kisses while you stand between his legs. "so ein schönes mädchen, such a good girl for me." (such a beautiful girl)

✧ ˖ ° it's not uncommon for him to pull out a matching collar for the outfit. he just thinks it's the perfect finishing touch, always a color that compliments your skin well, always fitting perfectly as a sign of his claim. sebastian will be so gentle while he wraps it around your neck, always asking if it's too tight- as soon as it's secured, though, he's tugging on it to pull your back to his chest. his hands will run all over your body as he admires it from over your shoulder, biting into your soft skin as his hands sneak under the tiny pieces of fabric.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!sebastian who, if you couldn't tell already, is very possessive of you. you're his sweet little angel, untainted by the horrors that have reached into him. you need someone to protect you. to keep you safe, to keep the wool over your eyes against the people who want to corrupt you (in less-good ways than he does). sebastian is more than happy to take on that role. you're just so innocent when you first meet, so soft and naïvely curious to learn why his cock aches whenever he's around you.

✧ ˖ ° taking your virginity was one thing, but the first time he sees your childhood bedroom when you're not living in your university dorm, sebastian ends up ravaging you. stuffed animals, pink fairy lights casting an intoxicating glow over your skin, the entire cutesy aesthetic all makes him jump on you the second he's climbed through your window. he gags you with your frilly white panties and folds you in half on your floor- there's no time wasted in burying his tongue in your little cunt. "stop squirming, schatzi. you don't want your parents to hear us, do you? lass mich mein mahl genießen." (let me enjoy my meal).

✧ ˖ ° sebastian's possessiveness over you knows no bounds- there's always a hand on the back of your neck or a bit too low on your waist in public. there's always some piece of jewelry with his initials on you. he's always by your side. he'll come with to meet your friends and when they try to pull you to the side and say something about how he never lets you stray far, he'll fuck you in the bathroom and grin when you come out all dumb. sebastian wants everyone to know that he makes you happy, keeps you safe, makes you feel better than anyone else ever could. sebastian wants you to know all that, most of all.

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It's only pretend right? ( Bucky barnes x reader ) part one

summary : bucky (more so steve) agree's to be Y/N fake boyfriend for a week at her families ranch , he discovers his best friend left out some part that not all of her family is accepting of her but bucky is gonna be there every step to show them why she the best .

warnings : none well some shitty members of family , slow fast burn , idiots in love , mutual pining ,

A.N : this has been on back burner for so long so decided to let her out , sort of goofy love story some angst thrown in but mostly fluffy our dear bucky deserves that

The sun gleamed through  the sky as most of the team enjoyed the rare time off, that was until her screams rang out through the compound sending him to break out  into a sprint to the noise. He moved so fast it could have been compared to pietro maximoff  not that he cared for anything like that , not in these moments . Due to the universe and its cruel ongoing joke  , he was expecting the worst case scenario. Was she taken? , fighting against assailants? Was she hurt? It all came to his mind as he ran toward the source of the noise and yet in an instant that fear melted away when he heard her giggles and laughs looking in with now amusement. The sight was something James Buchanan Barnes couldn’t help smile so widely at .  There he watched as three  avengers stood like naughty children trying not to laugh at their own actions covered in ice cream and god knows what else. . 

“ Now pretty girl not so funny now is it?” Sam teased. 

“ What is going on here?” Bucky crossed his arms. 

“ Well little miss here thought it was funny when poor stevie here fell spilling ice cream all over himself” sam started. 

 “ Actually you laughed first. If I can remember , I may have given her something to laugh at. "Steve chuckled. 

“ He hit him right in the face with ice cream” she fell into Steve in a burst of laughter. “ So I showed her how it felt,”Sam nudged her.  

“ Literal children '' Tony rolled his eyes looking at the earth's mightiest heroes covered  head to toe in a now melted sweet treat.

 “ Hey in my defense I came in to make the team  something to  cool down. They insisted on helping” she held her hands up. 

“ Well that defense goes out the window when you're the one who tripped cap” tony smirked .

 “ you little..” Steve began chasing her . 

“ language” she giggled, rushing to get away from the super soldier which usually wasn’t an easy feat but the ice cream that covered the floor both helped and hindered her escape.

“ Bucky help” she ran into the men's arms , a  both sudden and most welcomed action. 

“ Leave my doll alone punk” he carried her out chuckling when he turned his head to see her sticking her tongue out at his best friend. 

 “Very mature” steve copied her action. 

“ Just friends my ass,” Sam called.

She didn’t hear the words , still now aimlessly talking about her sister's new dog but bucky heard. A phrase he wished he could say was fact but it wasn’t because they were just friends . How he wished he could call  the most beautiful being he’s ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes on in all the years he’d been alive . how even something as hearing her voice made his worst days the best. How her laugh was in his own words definitely heaven sent. In four years , 2 with shield and 2 with the team  he had studied every detail of the woman at his side , first because he didn’t trust new people then it was because he actually wanted to get to know her , the more he found out the more he fell for her. All her mannerisms he knew so he could tell when she wasn’t having a great day and he made it his mission to make it better. How she bristled like a kitten at the sight of John Walker,  something he found in common and found adorable all in one. 

If anyone were to ask James Barnes to describe his perfect woman that description would have been Y/N L/N because to him she was perfect. How she cared so deeply about those around her friends , family or even a casualty in a mission. That soft , sweet side  along with the spitfire , kickass , stubborn and oh so sarcastic side that could rival stark in every way. She was serious when it came to missions but would be the first to cheer up and make everyone laugh after the mission . so it wasn’t hard at all for Bucky to fall for the woman. What he found hard was trying to express how he felt. When he went to tell her how he truly felt, suddenly he felt  like he had swapped bodies with pre-serum Steve back in the day or the spider kid. Words would sometimes fail to even come out his mouth which was better when the words jumbled or stuttered , a stumbling mess that ultimately shut him up changing the topic completely.

 “ So now I got the time off and all well I have to go for like a week and need to find a date in the next 24 hours” she sighed knocking the man back to earth completely confused to what she was talking about.

 “ Sorry, what doll?” he shook his head. 

“ My family reunion is a big deal sort of thing , my sister and brother both proposing to their girlfriends” she laughed . 

“ hey bucky can go… sorry” steve winced seeing her jumping at his sudden appearance. 

“ missions ?” she rolled her eyes.

 “ Thor and Loki will be here,” Steve shrugged.

 “ Well then settled i’ll be your date” bucky smiled awkwardly wanting to kiss his best friend's ass .

 “ wait really … oh my god thank you bucky i’ll make it up and promise not to be the world worst fake girlfriend , ok i gotta pack you should do the same, oh nat waiting for me and i need to shower” she beamed almost skipping off to  her room .

 “ i’ll help him out” steve called . 

 “ Your welcome jerk,” the blonde chuckled before walking ahead toward his best friend's room while the man in question tried computing what the hell happened .     

“ what the hell happened you” nat chuckled sitting on the bed looking  her best friend walking in covered in god know what.

 “ food fight with cap and bird brain” she shook her now stiff hair. 

“Steve tells me Bucky is going to be your fake boyfriend for the week” she wiggled her brows.

 “ yeah let me shower first and freak out about that after” she ran into the ensuite heart pounding.  Nerves coursing through her  as she had to pretend to be in love even though she was definitely not going to fake it.  Since day one of meeting James Buchanan Barnes , well had her hook line and sinker. How could he not the man would cause a nun to sin with how hot he was. Pair that up with caring , understanding and all around amazing well she never stood a chance. Now she was going to spend the week pretending , almost having a taste of what it would be like to be the one he called his .  even thinking of it made her knees weak and yet she shook it from her head knowing natasha was sitting outside on her bed. Scrubbing her hair as she giggled while sprinkles fell at her feet and enjoying the mobility of her hair again . 

While only across the hall Bucky Barnes was panicking as he thought of the whole thing once Steve filled him in on the conversation he missed .

 “ This is perfect. I mean you could  make this the week you confess and finally get your girl” the blonde beamed brightly.

 “ or completely screw up and lose her completely because let's be real with my life that is the most likely option” he pulled the case out. 

“ Aye my man finally got the girl '' Sam cheered as he walked into the room 

 '' One shut up she could hear you and two I'm a fake boyfriend” he hissed, shutting the door  . 

“ well put on a good show that she will want the real thing… not like that not already of the case” he mumbled .

 “ ok sit we can do this, '' Steve led him to the bed, pulling out clothes and a couple of suits .

 '' What if I screw this up so bad she’ll quit the team and I'll never see her again” he stood pacing while the other two men rolled their eyes .

 “ or you’ll see what we see '' Steve mumbled but the man before them was too lost in his head to pay attention  to the non stop hints they tried to but he never did so it wasn’t anything new .

  “ ok so the clothes end will be sorted and tony agreed to the time off well he told me to tell you not to waste it” steve smirked before heading off into the bathroom . “ Clint said he can drop you both off before he heads home so flights are covered,” Sam added . 

“ Ok man, think of this week , where you don’t have to hide those feelings where you can act around her like you’ve always wanted to act” Sam turned, seeing Bucky still freaked out. 

“ What if I make her uncomfortable?” he asked. 

 “ i’m not saying bang her on the spot  i mean little thing like when your trying to hide the fact you stare at her like stark looks at his suits or pepper” sam rolled his eyes.

 “ he’s right Stark loves those suits and you love Y/N'' Steve teased throwing the bag of toiletries into the suitcase.

 “ this can be good … or it's going to be a complete disaster” .

“ how the hell am i going to do this… is it too late to fake my death and start a new life” she asked pacing while Nat and now wanda took the task to pack her suitcase.

“ No faking your death” nat rolled her eyes as wanda giggled .

 “ how the hell am i going to convince my parents i’m with bucky but not scare off my best friend… male best friend” she corrected herself after nat shot her a look. 

 “ Be the way you guys are already,” Wanda winked.

“ be serious here i don’t want to lose my best friend.. You know what i mean” she rolled her eyes at nat. 

“ You won't ok ,  you couldn’t lose Bucky even if you tried. '' Nat smiled softly  just like the guys, the woman before them was completely oblivious to what was in front of her.

 "I'd cancel but i can’t miss my brother and sister's engagement .. to separate people we ain’t that far down south '' she clarified  hearing the words coming out her mouth . “ We know what you mean , look, just use the time to get the taste of the experience” nat said. 

“ Maybe your eyes will finally see,” Wanda whispered under her breath.

 “ hopefully we can sell it enough so my aunts and uncles finally stop with their matchmaking and finally like me   i mean one of their blind dates brought me to a strip club was fun i mean  he even gave me my own ones but that doesn’t scream marry me , ”she winced as the two women fell into a fit of laughter. 

“ Is that why I keep finding glitter on you?” Nat wiped tears from her eyes.

 “ Yeah, that courtesy of candy , we’re friends on facebook , great gal was gonna hire her for peter's birthday next month actually ” she smiled. 

“ You'll kill the kid,” Wanda snorted. 

“ Hey, death by candy is a way to go,”she winked. 

“ You realize she and Peter are the same age and now i don’t know if you want bucky or candy” nat teased. 

“ Ok enough on my bi curiosities of my new stripper friend , how am i going to survive a week of pretending to be in love but not in love with my best friend … nat stop glaring you know what i mean” . 

 “ This is gonna kill me”she fell back onto the bed. 

Ten minutes he must have been standing at the door paralyzed nerves taking over and words escaping his mind to why he was there. 

 “ Just knock man this is pitiful , to think this is the once feared winter soldier can’t even knock on chicks door” tony rolled his eyes as bucky glared at the man. “ oh for fuck sake , thank me later terminator , don’t screw it up” was all the billionaire said before thumping the door and running off a bucky stood looking down the hall to contemplate how this was his life.

 “ fucking asshole should of kill him instead of how… how are you doll you busy” he caught himself as she looked puzzled at the man. He could hear the laughs before the two women came to view .

 “ shes all your barnes” nat winked letting him only confirm more people were aware of his feelings .

 “ Tell candy we say hello” Wanda snorted as she followed Nat down the hall. “Candy?” he arched his brow. 

“ my new erm .. stripper friend .. come in “ she cleared her throat trying to ignore the glint in his eyes when she said it.

 “ what… actually tell me another time I'm here to go over a back story like the way we do on missions so I don't say the wrong thing or we get caught out” he smiled softly as her own feature light up at the suggestion . 

“ You clever son of a bitch” she danced excitedly. The little drawl in her voice came out more when she was either happily excited or pissed off. 

“ i didn’t even think of that , i mean you’ve met my parents not my siblings so sorry for that .. you’ll understand when you meet them” she snorted leading him into the room and toward her sofa . 

“ Ok so obviously we met at work which I think my mom and dad just wanna prove i am actually an avenger” she chuckled. 

“ Who asked who out?” he asked softly.

 “Well I mean you asked me out cause if my aunts think the other way around they will think you're desperate or held hostage they have old way of thinking on somethings” she winced.

 “ Ok deal , how long have we been together?” he asked . 

“ Six months it's not too long to wonder why we aint been announced and not too short for you to meet the family” she nodded.

 “ PDA” he coughed, hiding the nervous break in his voice.

 “ Whatever you're comfortable with, we don’t have to go full PDA  so I won't jump you during family dinner” she teased . “ Well I mean we cuddle and hold hands all time so that part ain’t so hard right ” she added her cheeks flushing.

 “ No, it's a fine doll, I mean it’s kinda handy knowing all about you , well I thought I did until the whole stripper thing” he laughed.

 “ Hey candy is an artist and everything huh? My my bucky barnes i didn’t know you were a fan” she teased . 

“ says the one with 50 pictures next to my exhibit” he countered .

 “ Hey, it's not my fault bird brain can't take a good picture anyway, shut it before I can  switch you out with candy” she stuck her tongue out .

 “ I mean you could but do they know her like they know me” he asked . 

“ unless they frequent strip clubs when they visit.. Ok i grossed myself out”she scrunched up her nose at the thought while bucky though she was the cutest thing to ever exist.

 "Go on doll hit the hay Clint is bringing us so you know it’s going to be early as hell” he stood kissing  her head  before walking out the room while she in turn fell on to the bed knowing the star of the dreams she was going to have was just across the hall.

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Behind the Vale Chapter 7-10

ISAT/Two Hats Spoilers, CW: Implied Suicidal Thoughts

[You walk… You've been walking for days… Your feet are sore, you legs feel like they're on fire. Your stomach aches… You thought you might be looping at first, until you remembered what hunger was… You haven't had the need for food, or water, or sleep for so long… You'd forgotten what all of that felt like, and now you're painfully aware of all of it again. What would happen if you died anyways?... Would you both loop back?... Would you just be dead until he loops? You summon your dagger into your hand, stopping in your tracks and staring at it... Would you?... Could you, even?... You stare at the curved blade for longer than you realize.]

"CRAB!" [You hear a shout that snaps you out of it. You rush towards the sound of heavy thuds, leaves rustling, a shriek... a sadness?! You break through the tree line to see it, standing over a figure on the ground. Their hammer tossed to the side, holding a hand up defensively as it's just about to strike! NO!]

[The sadness freezes, stuck just before landing a blow on the figure... then fades away, revealing you behind it. Your eyes wide, panting heavily, dagger held at the end of a flourish... You look down at the figure. You start to lean forward to offer a hand up, before exhaustion takes over. Everything goes dark as you collapse.]

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[Your vision slowly returns... You're on the ground, it's night time. The crackling of a fire fills your ears. The scent of wood burning, and broth boiling fill your lack of a nose. You feel a blanket covering your body, slipping down as you try to sit up.]

"Woah woah! Easy now, buddy!" [You hear to your side, noticing the dark skinned figure that had been sitting beside you. She gently pushes your weak form back to laying down. Her long hair in a braid that reaches the middle of her back. She's dressed in loose, breezy, coastal style clothing. Something about her feels oddly familiar...]

"You gotta get your strength back before you'll be up and at 'em again." [She instructs, taking a bowl and ladle to scoop some of the soup and bring it over to you. She hesitates...]

"Uhhh... How do you... eat?" [She asks, gesturing to her mouth, and clearly noting your lack of one. You just give a light roll of your eyes, sitting up slow enough that she'd allow it. You take the bowl and bring it to your face. It presses against your hidden lips and you pour it down your throat. The still steaming fluid burns your insides, but nowhere near as bad as a star once had. What does cause a sudden choke though is the taste. You'd forgotten what food tasted like... and if this was it you think you'd be better off not being reminded...]

"Heh... I know, I'm sorry, my sibling's the real chef. I can barely make cereal without screwing it up, but it's all I got right now and you're about to starve to death." [She remarks in a demanding tone. She's right, and you're so hungry it makes ignoring the taste easier, just pouring the rest of it directly down your throat and letting out a relieved, steaming sigh.]

"... Thank you..."

"Ah! So you can talk! Well thank you uhhh... Glowey person? If you hadn't come along when you did I don't know what would have happened." [You sit there in silence for a while until suddenly the sibling comment clicks.]

"Sibling?"

"Oh! Yeah! I'm looking for my little sibling. Their name's Bonnie, real little, looks a bit like me, wears a big poofy hat. They managed to get away when I got frozen, and apparently I heard they're travelling with the saviors themselves?! I've been trying to find them ever since I got unfrozen." [… This really is some sick, cosmic joke, isn't it?...]

"... You're... Nille. Petronille."

"Y-Yeah! How'd you... Wait, do you know them too?!"

"I... I travelled with them for a little while, they talked about you all the time." [Her face lights up with joy and awe, so happy to finally meet someone who actually knows about Bonnie instead of just rumors and tales.]

"That's wonderful! I can't believe my luck today! So what's your name anyways? I gotta know how to properly address my knight in shining face!" [She snickers to herself, holding out a hand to shake as a more formal introduction. You stare at it for a moment, your own approaches it almost in slow motion. You need a name... a real name... you can't just be 'wonderful little loop' anymore after all...]

"... I'm... Vale [They/Them]… It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Nille."

"Likewise, Vale!... Now if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out here? You look like you've been running for a while..." [Her tone suddenly shifts. She recognizes something in you in this moment... and you start to recall some of the stories Bonnie had told you.]

[No-NO! You're getting too vulnerable, your mask is slipping... Get a hold of yourself Lo-... *ahem* Vale. You shake the pathetic look off your face, your strength starting to return with the soup in your system now. You give those bright cheery eyes you're so practiced in.]

"Oh you know~! Just went out for a stroll and got rather carried away~."

"... Riiiiight... Well, where 'ya headed? You know I'm looking for Bonnie but I don't exactly have the best idea where they're at. I got lucky with you twice already, maybe a third time'll happen if you'll let me join yah!" [You scream internally as you do your best to keep up your poker face.]

"O-Of course! I don't have a destination in mind yet, but how could I say no to the famous Nille!" [What are YOU DOING?! We are heading in the OPPOSITE direction!]

"Great! And don't worry, I'll pick up some food in the next town so you're not stuck at my cooking pot's mercy the whole time" [She laughed to herself, chipping in a slight chuckle of your own... Okay... Okay we can do this... Even if we do help her, who knows how long until we run into them all again? We'll feel Stardust nearby, we can just leave before they reunite! We get to be lovely helpful L-Vale and we don't need to see them all again... We can make this work...]

[kakiastro]

Who’s your Future Spouse ? Detailed 18+ reading

Hey y’all! It’s been so long since I made a intuitive post but I’m back! This reading is all about who you are going to marry or just be in a committed relationship with.

Disclaimer: please know that this is just a general reading and for entertainment purposes only. We all have free will so take what resonates and leave the rest.

Now take 3 deep breaths. Pick which animal you feel called too. If it’s more than one then that��s okay.

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Physically: deep round light brown or hazel eyes(prominent feature) have a youthful face. Small build, lightweight muscular, light brown shaggy hair and beard. Big smile, there’s something noticeable about their hands so it can be a tattoo, a scar or birth mark. Wears casual clothes especially sweaters

Personality: chilled laid back person. They’re more on the introvert side but loves to talk once they’re comfortable with you. I feel like their low key nerdy, like for example,you wouldn’t expect them to be huge Star Wars nerds first talking them until they reveal they own collectibles😅. I wouldn’t call this person a stoner per say but they don’t mind hitting a blunt every once in a blue moon😅they also love nature and I’m seeing a hiking bag so they could have an adventure side to them as well. I feel like some of you all are interested in astrology and they’re going to love hearing you teach them about it. Im hearing they love Greek mythology. This person loves learning things as well. They’re readers. This person gives me Taurus and Gemini vibes. They love food especially street food. They’re not confrontational but they will step up if need be “I’m not with the drama but don’t get it twisted, I got these hands.” Is what I heard. If you ever seen the tv show euphoria, your person reminds me of Fez a little bit lol.

Career hobbies: im hearing they love jogging or running. They love to paint as well. Im hearing they don’t have career per say but they do have ambitions. Im hearing freelance or one day owning some type of business (im seeing a gym) I do want to point out that this is the current energy they are in so when you 2 actually meet, they may be established in their chosen field

Sexually: very sensual in bed, they love the late night cuddles and conversations after y’all have sex. They don’t mind doing it whenever but at the same time they’re not in a rush either. Very chilled person like I said. they have a nice butt. If you’re interested in men then their 🍆 is long and slightly curved. If your interested in woman, they may have some hair down there

Astrological: Mercury, Taurus, Gemini, some Sagittarius as well

Letters: D, M, L, Y (First, Middle, Last name) or nick name

Overall your person sounds dope too me deer pile, I hope you enjoyed your reading

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Physically: fine as hell! intimidating look at first. May have resting bitch face😅 I’m hearing covered in tattoos, they love tribal and quote type of tattoos. They have an intense stare, they can see your soul type of stare. They’re tall and muscular, they take care of their body. They have deep dimples that you can see when they’re talking. They’re very confident but not arrogant with it. Here’s the the thing, they’re attractive and they know it😅 they dress nice and love to wear suites or athletic wear. Classy gentleman vibes. They have dark brown panther type eyes, google panther eyes and that’s how your Fs stares at you🔥clean cut hair but when it grows out, it’s really curly. They’re not really a smiley type person but when they do, their smile lights up a room.

Personality: “all my life I’ve had to fight” is what I heard. I’m going to be honest here and say that y’all Fs has been through some traumatic things in their life!! This is why they carry this tough, intimidating persona, it’s a defense mechanism. The have a hard time opening up to people due to past betrayals especially with lovers. The good news is that they’ve been working on some healing. I do feel like when they meet you, they’re going to really start taking their healing seriously because they want to be the best person they can be for you🥹they’re very protective of loved ones as well not just physically but emotionally as well. “If someone hurts you, then I’m hurting them real talk” is what I heard. Your person sort of reminds me of Jax Teller from sons of anarchy. The bad boy /bad girl with heart of gold type of vibe. They’re big romantics as well, loves date nights and very funny. Sort of a jokester (especially dirty jokes)

Career/hobbies: they love working out, playing cards, camping, traveling is a big one Im seeing. They’re very proud of their family roots; I’m hearing Italian descent. So they may love traveling their family ancestral place. For career, they work in some corporate type of work. Hence why their wearing suits a lot lol. I’m hearing entrepreneurs so they may own a business. They love this type of work because it’s competitive and they’re competitive lol

Sexually: Whew Chile!! I hope you guys have lots of stamina because this person is very sexual omg! Your Fs works a lot so when they do have time for you they want to do everything with and too you. Now I’m blushing🫣 they’re open to do all positions. They’re favorite is missionary, not because they’re boring but because they want to look you deep in your eyes while they’re in you👀, they trying to snatch your soul and you’re going to let them. I heard “Make you lose your breath with each stroke” There’s a deep spiritual connection between you 2 so the sex is fire and otherworldly. They love to go down on you as well. If you’re interested in men/masc then they have a big 🍆, if you’re interested in women (fem) then they have nice breast.

Astrological: Mars, Aries, Capricorn with some Libra energy

Letters; T, V, D, B (first, middle, last name) or nickname

Well that was hot pile 2, I need a drink of water after that😂 I hope you enjoyed it tigers

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Physically: I’m hearing this person has a very gentle aura about them. They feel like a warm fireplace with hot cocoa during a winter storm. I feel so relaxed. They’re medium height. Pillsbury doughboy just came to my head so they might be on fluffy side which is good for cuddling. Round face and brown curly hair and beard. Watery blue eyes, they may wear glasses(im not sure if it’s for reading or everyday use) big hands and feet😜, they love to wear sports jerseys. They have dimples and you can really see them when they laugh. They also have rosey cheeks and they blush a lot

Personality: this person is very shy, I’m having a hard time picking things up about them because they’re so hesitant. They may have been bullied growing up so it’s hard to open for them.🥹 They’re very much homebodies but don’t mind going out every now and then. They’re very much in a bubble and only those that’s in this bubble with them can see their true personality. I am hearing that they love watching and discussing movies. They’re great listeners. They’re more of a listener than a talker but they will carry a convo with you. They love their family, especially their mom. Very protective over them. Their a very family oriented person. Im sorry y’all, I’m not getting much here, their very private person.

Career/hobbies:watching and discussing movies, loves to cook (that was a big thing I received from y’all Fs) , watching sports. For career Im hardly getting jack squat😅Im only picking up on writer so they could be that

Sexually; very emotional connection when having sex. They’re pleasures rather than receivers. Your Fs sees sex as a bonding experience more than just a “hey let’s have sex” type of way if that makes sense. I’m not going to go furthur because they’re so private and shy compared to the other piles. I want to respect that. I’m hearing “I promise I’ll do my best to make sure they’re pleased.”

Astrological : Moon and Venus. Cancer, Pisces Aquarius and some taurus energy

Letters: B,R,A, D, H (first, middle, last name) or nickname

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[cal-flakes]

for all my glasses wearers: this requests for you.

shy reader who is used to ppl telling them they look better without glasses, only for rafe to find out they actually do very much need them, especially to read

so rafe finally encourages them to wear them more and make sure to tell them how cute they look with them

this feels like a personal attack and I LOVE IT. (i am absolutely supposed to wear my glasses 24/7 but i hate them so no.)

╰┈➤ rafe finds out y/n can’t see very well

warnings: mostly fluff.

summary: rafe does his best to reassure y/n that she looks beautiful with her glasses.

rafe had never really picked up on y/n’s lack of 20/20 vision until they started seeing eachother more often. from asking him to read food menu’s for her, to almost running someone over in the car, because she couldn’t see.

he’d known y/n all his life, and he’d never seen her wearing her glasses, ever. he didn’t even know she needed glasses before a romantic relationship was ignited between the two at a party.

the first time he’d brought up getting her eyes tested, she got defensive and snappy, shouting about how ‘her vision was perfectly fine’. rafe agreed to drop the subject, and it was never mentioned again, until they were driving home from the store. “y/n that’s a person!” he had shrieked, causing her to slam on the breaks, winding him in the process. “oh, oops?”

that was when he finally decided to book her a secret eye test, convincing her they were going for lunch, and surprising her completely when they pulled up outside the eye doctors. to his surprise, she reluctantly revealed that she infact, had glasses, she just never wore them.

“baby, seriously, you have to start wearing them. you almost ran someone over the other day!” he exclaimed, completely oblivious to the reason she refused to wear them. “fine! i don’t wear my glasses because some boys bullied me in eighth grade! they said i looked like that old lady from monsters inc! you know? the one that says ‘mike wazowski’?”

ever since then he couldn’t stop thinking about how awful it must’ve been for her, to simply put up with not being able to see simple things, yet being to shy to ask people to read for her.

so there they sat, cuddled up on the couch, staring at the television, or squinting, in her case. glancing in her direction for a moment, he noticed the strain in her posture as she leaned forward slightly, trying to focus on the screen.

“angel, i will do anything, and i mean anything, for you to go get your glasses, please” he pleaded, placing a reassuring hand on her cheek as she met his eyes.

sighing, she threw her head back, averting her eyes to the ceiling as she blew air through her nose. “seriously, rafe? this again?”

“my love, my sweet, sweet girl” he drawled, chuckling slightly. “i just want you to be able to enjoy and experience things properly, how can you expect to do that when your straining to see things?”

“fine! if it’ll shut you up, i’ll go get my glasses, and you can see how ugly they look, okay?” she groaned, tossing her legs over the couch. “okay baby” he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her hand before she pulled it out of his grip.

he sat excitedly, listening to her footsteps to and from the bedroom in her apartment. he sat up, squeezing his eyes shut as he heard her padding back towards the living room.

“don’t be ridiculous, you can open your eyes rafe..” she sighed impatiently. he smirked, twisting to see her as she stood in the doorway with an irritated hand on her hip.

his eyes widened as he took in her new appearance, completely unfamiliar to him. the round, tortoise-shell glasses fell perfectly down the bridge of her nose, creating a somewhat seductive, cute look, aligned perfectly with the freckles littered around her nose.

“you look..” rafe covered his mouth for a second, unable to contain his utter adoration for her in the moment. “i look horrible, i know”

“no! no, not at all. angel, you look so beautiful right now, like so unbelievably perfect..” he gasped, pushing off from his spot on the couch to wrap his arms around her.

snaking her arms around his neck, she hid her face in his chest as he looked down at her hungrily. “no, no, no…look at me baby” he muttered, cupping her cheeks to guide her face up to his.

she glanced up at him through her lashes while the glasses sat on the tip of her nose. “wait, fuck…not like that…”

“not like what?” she giggled, utterly oblivious to what she was doing.

“bedroom, now” he stated eagerly, grabbing her hand to pull her with him.

[bitethe-hand]

Different This Time

Hazel Callahan x Bassist!afab!Reader

'I stand by my reasons for wanting you, It may sound simple but for me it's new' 3.5k

You sat slumped in a random chair with your bass in your lap staring at the door of the band room. It was currently after school and your bandmates were arguing over the setlist and newer songs you have for your upcoming gig. Tired of the bickering you abruptly stand up and place your bass on its stand. 

"Y/N, do you have anything to add?" You looked between the three of them and shook your head. "No actually I'm gonna go to the bathroom," and walked out of the room. You turned the corner and took a deep breath, leaning against the wall rubbing your hands over your face. "I am so goddamn tired of this shit." You whispered to yourself and shoved the bathroom door open only to be met with another person. 

Hazel. 

You were normally someone who always focused on yourself and never really had crushes in school. But freshman year when you first noticed Hazel Callahan, you were fucked. You had at least two classes with her every year and even though you guys hardly ever talked, your stomach and heart always felt fuzzy when she was around. 

You exhaled a breath through your mouth when you noticed her. She quickly looked at you when she heard the door open and you both stood across from the other mouths agape. "Uh-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..if I did." You said walking into the bathroom, letting the door close behind you. You noticed the blood covered paper towel in her hand and some smeared blood under her nose as well as a cut lip. 

"Oh, it's okay," she said slowly and quietly while her eyes were still on you. You smiled and looked away, breaking eye contact and made your way to the sink next to her. You looked at her through the mirror and she was now focused on cleaning the blood from her face. "Are you...okay?" You questioned while touching your own lip. She mimicked you and looked down at her now crimson finger, "yeah! Yeah! It's okay, just from the self defense club." 

"Oh right! Yeah, that explains why you're still on campus right now." You laughed quietly to yourself, looking down at the sink. There was a short silence that fell upon you both.

"Uhm, why are you here so late?" Hazel asked, this time looking at you through the mirror. "Just band practice. But they're all fighting so I just came here to take a breather." This time you turned your head to be met with her side profile. Even if it was just for a second you admired the curve of her nose and the way her lips looked. She turned her head and locked eyes with you and it felt like she was admiring you just as much as you were admiring her. 

"Um, I should get back though. It was nice talking to you Haze." You said quickly and backed out of the bathroom, not wanting to look away from her. 

"Yeah, I'll see you in class. Bye Y/N."

~~

It's been 2 weeks since your bathroom encounter with Hazel and you could say you've gotten closer with her. Instead of her just sending you a small smile whenever you saw each other, she started saying hi. You sat behind her in Mr.G's class and every so often she would turn around to ask or say something that would make you huff out a quiet laugh. 

You stood at your locker chatting with your best friend who is also the drummer of your band. "Wait so you've been crushing on her these past 4 years and you're just now talking to her?" He asked with raised eyebrows. 

"As friends, yes. We're friends." You explained to him. "Oh gosh, that's even worse! Why don't you just ask her to hang out, speed up the process a little bit.." You instantly shook your head, "No, I couldn't, I mean she's so..." you started, looking over at her with Josie and PJ.

"Dorky?" He said and you rolled your eyes as you looked at him. "I was going to say out of my league." This time it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Oh my god, not even Y/N..." he continued on and you peered over at Hazel again but this time she took notice and gave you a big smile. You reciprocated before realizing she’s walking over to you. "Dani, shut up!" you hushed at him and turned around meeting eyes with Hazel. 

"Hey Y/N uh I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch today?" Your mouth was slightly open to say something but closed again. "or not! That's fine I was just hoping we can go over Mr. G's assign-" you felt a kick to the back of your knee, making you slightly buckle before quickly standing back up straight. "Yeah we definitely can. Where do you go for lunch?" you asked, leaning against the lockers with your arms wrapped around yourself. 

"The bleachers. But if you want I can meet you back here and we can walk there together?" She said, You couldn't quite pinpoint her feelings but she had a slight anxious look in her eyes. "That sounds great! I'll see you then." You smiled. She gave you a thumbs up as she backed away then the bell rang to your next class period. You looked at Dani as he had an amused smirk on his face. "Oh she wants you." 

"Just shut up."

~~

You walked towards your locker, chipping at the nail polish on your fingers. You see Hazel already there, leaning against the lockers on her phone. You took a deep breath and walked up to her letting out a slightly shaky "hey," trying to seem as casual as possible. She looked up at you with a smile and a slight sparkle in her eye, putting her phone in her pocket. "Hi. You ready?" 

You nodded at her, "Yeah let me just-" you pointed at your locker to grab your other book and binder. "Oh yeah, definitely. Sorry." Hazel said, moving out of your way. 

You began walking in a comforting yet slightly awkward silence, sharing glances at each other not really knowing what to say. Hazel opened the door that led to outside motioning for you to go first. "Thank you," you said quietly. She cleared her throat, "so how's your band?" 

"It's pretty good, we get to open for an artist coming to town in two months but in the meantime we play small shows and gigs around the area. It's fun." You grinned as you spoke. You sat at a random spot in the bleachers and continued to talk instead of working on Mr. G's assignment. 

That night you lied in bed restless. Tossing and turning to the point where your neck hurt, you huffed and sat up. You turned on your lamp and groaned. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Hazel you couldn't even sleep. You looked at the notebook on the corner of your bed and grabbed it, deciding to start writing. 

A week later you walk into school with a huge smile on your face as you walk to your friends. They all noticed your grin and notebook in hand. "What's got you smiling like the Cheshire Cat?" Molly, your lead guitarist, asked. "More like who.." Dani added. "I wrote a song!" You exclaimed and held out your notebook opened to a specific page. "Different This Time," Molly held the notebook as the three of them read through the song. "I also made a few demos for how it could go. I'll send them in the group chat."

~~

"Damn, that Hazel girl got you locked in. It's a good song." Nico, your lead singer and rhythm guitarist said. "Thanks Nico, but what do we say lads? Wanna play it at our next gig?" You nervously looked at the three of them. "Will you be singing it? I mean you wrote it." Nico asked again. you smiled at Nico, "Yes, I will definitely be singing it." 

Spending everyday after that practicing with the band the song and setlist for your opening gig coming up. You also began spending more alone time with Hazel. As you were walking out of the school you saw Hazel standing outside her car with a nervous face as she looked around before seeing you. She waved at you as you walked over to her. "Hey Haze, you okay?" you questioned moving your head in front of her face. "Yeah, I'm okay. Hey, you wanna come over?"

"Like..right now?" She nodded at you. "Yeah, why not?" you said as she opened the passenger door for you. 

You looked out the window while Fleetwood Mac quietly played in the background. Your eyes slowly shifted to Hazel's hand on the steering wheel and down to her other hand that lightly held the gear stick, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song. Your breath began to get heavier but you reverted your eyes back to the window before you could let your mind wander. "So where are we going again?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh I was just thinking my house. We can watch a movie or play video games. Unless you want to do something else?"

You shook your head, "no, going to your house sounds great." 

Walking into Hazel's house you couldn't help but look around. "I had no clue you lived-" 

"Yeah I try not to tell people." Hazel cut you off, "Come on, let's go to my room." You followed her up the staircase looking at all the pictures and paintings that littered the walls of the hallways. You walked into her room and your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to conceal the smile that would paint your lips. Her room was just so her. 

"You can just put your bag and things in that chair." She said, taking off her own bag and shoes. You complied, placing your belongings on the chair in the corner and made your way over to her by her bed. You couldn't help but notice the way her eyes scanned you as you stood in front of her. Suddenly feeling slightly self conscious, you held your hands behind your back and cleared your throat. "So what kind of movies do you have?" You muttered in a shy voice. 

Hazel looked back up to meet your eyes but all that she said was, "nice socks," with a giggle. You looked down and realized you were wearing Iron Man socks. You laughed with her, "hey you too." You pointed out the Spiderman socks she had on. She looked back up at you with a smile and the same look in her eyes you can never pinpoint. But it didn't matter to you. You loved the way she looked at you. 

She looked away and grabbed the remote lying on the bed and tapped the side next her for you to sit. "Maybe we can watch.." "Twilight?" you grinned at her. She gave you the same look back, "Yes, Twilight." 

For the next few hours you spent watching Twilight and sharing a bowl of popcorn and some snacks. "Okay, are you team Jacob or Edward? I don't know why I didn't ask you this during the first movie," Hazel asked as the credits began to roll on screen. You deeply sighed and adjusted the pillow behind your head to get a better look at her. 

"..Neither"

"Neither?!" You shook your head with a tight lipped smile. "I'm actually team Alice." 

"Okay, I can get by that." Hazel said as the opening credits to the next movie rolled in. Your face facing the TV and you felt Hazel lean closer to your ear. "I am also team Alice," She whispered, her breath on your ear giving you goosebumps. You turned to look at her as she leaned back now looking at the TV, huffing out a quiet laugh before returning your gaze back. 

Focusing on the movie the only things heard was the dialogue from the screen and the crunching of popcorn being eaten. You brought your hand down into the bowl, reaching for some when you felt Hazel's hand touching yours. You froze, dropping the popcorn from your hand and shifting your eyes down towards the bowl. Hazel's fingers slowly grazing over yours. Moving your gaze up to her face and see her also looking at your hands. 

Hazel intertwines your fingers together and looks up at you. You felt high. Everything was moving slowly, the movie playing was muted and all you could focus on was Hazel's eyes. How stared right back at you and how she blinked so slowly. The apples of her cheek hinted with pink and her lips, slightly parted as she moved in closer to you. You felt yourself leaning in too, eyes flicking from her eyes to her lips. You closed your eyes, noses touching and her breath on your lips. 

Am I about to kiss Haz-

"UHHH MHH" 

You and Hazel jumped apart, hands untwining and placed back in your laps. You looked at the door hearing more moans. You look back at Hazel and her face is now wide and red. "Is that your-" you motioned at the door.

She sighed and wiped her face. "Yeah, fuck I'm sorry. That's so embarrassing." You went to place your hand on her knee and say something before she abruptly got up from the bed. "I'll just take you home now. It's already 10." She said turning off the TV and sliding on her shoes with her back facing you. You went to the corner of her room to put on your shoes and grabbing your stuff, completely shutting out the sounds coming from the other room. 

You looked at Hazel as she focused on the road, this time The 1975 playing faintly through the speakers. "I just remembered I forgot to tell you. My band and I are having a gig on Sunday at that small bar Chameleon's Doors open at 6. You should come by and watch us perform if you're not busy," you told her, needing to break the silence. She finally looked at you and gave you a closed smile, "I would love to go." 

You arrived in front of your house and you unbuckled your seatbelt. "Thanks for having me over, I had fun. Let's do again?" You said to her, turning your body towards her. "Yeah definitely. And I'm really sorry about my mom, she's been kind of doing this since her and my dad-"

"Hazel it's fine," you said, grabbing on to her hand. She looked down at your hands and back up to your face, noticing you had inched closer. "Please..don't be embarrassed." You whispered, everything began moving slower again. This time you intertwined your fingers, lips parting as you moved closer to her. 

"Y/N.." Hazel whispered, just centimeters away. "I think I might kiss you."

You smiled, "me too." Your eyes closed and felt her lips on yours. They were soft and plump, it was a soft and gentle kiss. You pulled away from each other, admiring each other. Hazel let go of your hand, bringing her own up to your facing. You leaned into her hand as her thumbs caressed your cheekbones. You looked at her through your lashes and her mouth opened to say something. 

"I..really like you Y/N. Like a lot." She breathed out. 

"I like you a lot too, Hazel," you whispered back as you reconnected your lips. You moved your hands up into her hair, running your fingers through it. The kiss was more passionate and you mindlessly pushed your chest closer to hers. You pulled away breathing heavier as Hazel beamed at you, chest rising. There was a few seconds of comfortable silence where you sat there admiring each other. 

"I should probably go." You said, licking your lips as you moved away to grab your bag. You gave her one last look before opening the door. "And you are coming on Sunday right?" You added looking at her holding onto the door. 

"Yes, I will be there." She smiled gazing at you. You flashed her another smile. 

"Goodnight Hazel." You said, your eyes look at all her facial features. 

"Goodnight Y/N." 

You closed the door and walked up to your house, turning around every so often to see Hazel waiting for you to get inside. You got to your door and waved at her, earning one back , then unlocked your door and walked inside. Instantly running your room and collapsing on your bed, giggling into your pillows. Turning over you had the biggest grin on and the deepest shade of red your face could possibly get. "Oh my god." 

And Hazel on her way back smiled to herself reliving the moments that just occurred in her head. "Oh my god."

~~

You stood at side stage making sure everything was set up. You haven't told anyone about what happened because you wanted to put your focus into practicing for this gig. "Alright guys, let's have fun!" Nico said as you guys walked on stage. You adjusted your mic and scanned the crowd looking for Hazel. You spotted her walking in with some of the girls you noticed that were in the fight club. 

"We're Metal Heart, thank you for coming out tonight. Hope you enjoy the show." Nico said and Molly began playing her intro riff. You played 4 songs, every so often looking at Hazel and sending her a smile as she watched you like you were some goddess. 

"This is going to be our last song for the night. We'll cool down and get you guys ready for the next band to play up here. This last song was written by our beautiful bassist, Y/N." 

Claps and cheers were heard as you waved to the crowd. You walked up to the mic to say some words. "Thank you. This is a love ballad I wrote about someone," You looked at Hazel and continued. "It's about meeting someone and wanting a different and special connection with them. This is 'Different This Time' hope you enjoy." 

Your voice drew in Hazel and as the crowd swayed and moved, Hazel got closer to the stage. She stood staring up at you. You were breathtaking to her, the way your fingers flicked against the strings of your bass, how the glitter on your eyes and cheeks sparkled in the lights shining on you. Hazel Callahan was head over heels for you, and has been for the past four years. The song came to an end and you bit your lip as cheers roared through the bar. Looking down at Hazel again seeing she wore a grin on her face.

"Once again, we're Metal Heart. Thank you so much for having us and enjoy the rest of the show!" You said into the mic and began walking off stage. 

"Oh my god?? Hazel is actually in love with you. She was so enamored by you, she could not take her eyes off you." Dani said, shaking you by your shoulders. "So we..kissed the other night." You confessed and the three of them gasped. "And you didn't tell us?" Molly shouted, lightly pushing you. You laughed and let out a quiet 'sorry' as you walked past them and to the floor. 

Hazel stood in front of you with her hands under the bottom of her vest. You nervously walked up to her, picking at your nails again. "You did really well." She smiled at you. "Thank you Hazel," you responded looking down trying to hide your blush. She then grabbed your hands in hers, getting you to look at her. She took a few steps closer, leaning to your ear. "Wanna take a step outside?" You looked at her nodded, then held her hand as you led her outside to a more quiet spot. 

You smiled and leaned against the brick wall and she did the same. Not letting go of your hand, she looked down at them as her hand caressed the top of your hand. "Can I ask..was that song written about me?" She spoke up, looking you in the eyes. You nodded at her, "yeah, it was. I wrote it when we started hanging out together." You told her, your heart beating fast.

"It was so beautiful." She said quietly, pulling you closer and holding your hand in hers bringing it to rest over her shoulder. You stood there in silence, leaning in once again. 

"Hazel.."

"Yeah?"

Your noses were touching as you looked into her eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

She grinned, placing her hands on your waist and passionately kissed you. Your arms reached around her neck and she pulled away. 

"I would love to be your girlfriend Y/N." She tightened her grip on your waist and she pulled you into her lips again. 

"Get some Hazel!" someone yelled. You pulled apart and saw Pj, Jose, and the others watching you guys and cheering. 

~~

Thank you for reading! I haven't written in a while so hope you enjoyed! barely proofread. also the song that inspired this is the link below, please go give it a listen if you haven't heard it before!

[pleasantangelpaper]

Video Killed The Radio Star (Stu Macher x Reader)

WOOOO I love the scream boys, I really do. So, here is the first part of my Stu Macher x reader!!! Let me know below if you want to be on the tag list for any future parts!

Pairing: Stu Macher x Female! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a bad relationship with a sibling, slight allusions to sex, but not really

Word Count: 1.3k

The video store: a world of fun and amusement, a place where horror junkies get their fix and young lovers find some background noise. It is also my personal hell. Ever since I got this job at Blockbuster video, I have experienced nothing but boring work shifts. The whole gig is so routine. Checking out horror movies, rom-coms, and pornos all day gets to be a blur, and there’s only so many times that you can try to mop the stickiness off of the floor before you start to lose your mind. The store I work at is a quaint one. It’s small in size, but it has a rather large number of customers. Most of the customers are regulars, the ones who show up every Friday afternoon to get their fix for the week, but sometimes I meet a straggler who got bored enough to finally use their vhs. Today was not one of those days. 

As I stocked the romance shelf with the newest chick-flicks and romantic comedies, I heard a strange sound, like a movie had fallen off of one of the shelves. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as I looked around. No one seemed to be in the store. It was 9:30 PM on a Wednesday. Only thirty minutes until closing, and someone was in the store? A thought popped into my head, “Randy… I know you’re here… come out, what are you doing?” I questioned the open room with a tone of annoyance. Randy Meeks was my co-worker, and I guess he could be a friend. He was funny, but sometimes he just was downright weird. Not a word of response was sent back my way. “Randy, really, it’s not funny,”. Suddenly I felt arms grab my face and cover my eyes. “It’s not Randy,” a familiar voice sang. “STU!” I yelled the man’s name angrily, “You can’t sneak up on people like that, it's terrifying!”. He lowered his arms in defense, “Hey, it was just a joke, it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you or something,” he stated. I let out a sigh, “What do you need, Stu, I gotta get home, we have school tomorrow,”. “Ah-ah, the store doesn’t close for another thirty minutes,” the man tutted. I groaned, Stu is a great friend, but he can be annoying when he wants to. “Of course you would know that,”. I began to look back at the shelf I was stocking, unloading the last of the box of new rentals onto the cold metal, and making sure they were in alphabetical order, though I knew that wouldn’t last long. I knew exactly where Stu would be headed, as it was the same row that almost every teen in Woodsboro frequented: the horror section. 

“Do you have Halloween: the Curse of Michael Myers yet?” Stu questioned, flipping through the titles meticulously. The man scanned each movie with a sense of precision. There was always something he was looking for. I didn’t know exactly what his favorite horror genre was, because it seemed to me that he liked them all, and yet, he still scanned every movie’s cover as if he were picking a job to apply to. “Actually, Stu, we may or may not have just gotten our first copy, and I may or may not have rented it out already…” I started with a sense of anxiety, fearing that Stu would be upset by the fact that I had already rented the movie. I don’t know why I felt that I had to forfeit my rental, but something about Stu always made me give in. “But, you can gladly have it, uh just, uh, let me check it back in, so that you can check it out,” I started hastily walking to my bag, but not before my arm was caught by Stu. “You don’t have to do that,” his voice sounded concerned as he pulled me back by my arm. “We could just watch it together,” he said. I blushed in embarrassment as the man still had my arm in a strong grip, and because I could watch a movie with Stu Macher… alone. I’ve never been one to succumb to crushes, but… okay yeah… that’s a lie… I’m like totally infatuated with Stu Macher, but can you blame me. We’ve been friends since elementary school. Billy Loomis, Stu, and I have always been a tight-knit group. Of course, we’ve strayed apart a bit now that I have friends that are girls, but we’re still relatively close, and something about him just always pulls me in, and the cologne he wears is just divine, and his eyes, oh his- “Y/N, Y/N… you alive in there,” “ OH Uh sorry I zoned out for a bit there,” I internally screamed as my cheeks turned blood red. “So what do you say?” the taller asked as he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. “Oh uh yeah! Of course! We could watch it tomorrow if you’d like, whose house?” I internally begged him to say he could watch it tomorrow. We hadn’t watched a movie alone together… ever. We usually always end up hanging out with Billy, and occasionally, the rest of the gang, but this could be different. “How about I pick you up and we swing by the store to get some snacks, and then we watch it at mine. My parents are gone, so we can take over the living room,” he smirked a little which made me blush a bit more. I brushed any thoughts of romance out of my head, he’s just saying that we don’t have to worry about noise…right…? I nodded my head, “Okay, Stu,” I said with a smile. “You wanna ride home, babe?” Stu asked genuinely. Even though he called almost everyone babe, my heart still did a flutter. “Well if you’re offering…” I trailed off. “Let me close everything up and get my stuff,” I yelled as I was already halfway across the store from him as I went to close down the register.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder as I braced myself to experience the chilly Autumn air. Stu opened the door for me as we walked to his car. His car was nice, but rather banged up. He’s quite the chaotic driver. I fastened my seatbelt and sat back staring through the windshield at the town streets as Stu drove. We made light conversation and talked about everything and anything. We brought up stories of past movie nights, and joked about the stupid things we’ve done at parties. As we finally pulled up to my house, I noticed a car parked in the driveway. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “What’s wrong?” Stu faced me now, his previous happy look changing to one of concern. “My sister’s home,” I stated simply. Stu knew all about my sister and everything she had done to me. He instantly put the car back in drive and started to drive away from my house. “Stu, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked, confused. “You’re not going back there with her, I won’t let you,” he said with a grave face. I huffed and sit back in my seat, “So you’re just going to kidnap me instead,” I half-giggled. “Yep, you’re staying at mine, and you’ve got no way out of this,” he proudly exclaimed. “Oh yeah? What if I tuck and roll?”. Stu took that as a personal challenge as he began driving faster, his tires making a loud screeching sound. “STU STU STOP DOING THAT!” I screamed as the man laughed proudly at the fear he made me exhibit. “It’s just a joke babe, chill out,” He giggled. We continued driving until we finally reached the Macher residence.

[thepickledmermaid]

A Halsin fanart piece over on twitter inspired me to write this…. Just a little Drabble set far in the future of the BG3 fanfic I’m working on. Enjoy ☺️

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Halsin’s ears twitched in the direction of his study’s entrance. He’d heard the patter of little feet long before the little voice attached to them called out to him. He looked up from the papers he’d been bent over for the last few hours and gave the small girl peeking out from the doorway a bemused smile.

“What are you doing out of bed, little one?” he asked gently as he took the pipe from his lips.

“I can’t sleep,” the child replied, shuffling barefoot a little further into the room. “Will you tell me a bedtime story please?”

Halsin leaned back in his chair a bit while chuckling, “Surely you’re not going to claim your mother hasn’t already told you one?”

“She read one from a fairytale book,” the child grumbled, folding her arms in an adorable stubborn pout “I wanna hear a real story.”

“And how do you know those aren’t real stories?” Halsin teased. “I happen to have it on very good authority that fairies are quite real.”

Amber brown eyes fixed him with an exasperated look.  “Paapaaa!” She whined.

Halsin laughed and set his pipe down on its holder. He leaned over and opened one of the desk drawers, withdrawing a worn leather bound book from it. Turning back towards the child, Halsin held out a hand to her, “One story. Then it’s off to bed with you, My Joy. Lest your mother find you missing again and scolds the both of us.”

A large smile spread across the girl’s face before all but running to jump into Halsin’s arms. The Arch Druid scooped her up effortlessly and propped her on his lap. The child nuzzled herself into the crook of his arm before laying her head down on his chest to get comfortable. She pulled the well loved stuffed bear she’d been holding closer and stuck her thumb in her mouth, waiting for her papa to start.

“Now then. Which one would you like to hear?” he asked, holding the book open with one hand. The little girl reached out and turned several of the pages until she found one the was covered in almost as many sketches as it was words.

“I like this one,” she said, pulling her thumb out of her mouth just enough for Halsin to understand her.

Halsin hummed in approval, “An excellent selection, My Joy,” he smiled. “Ready?”

Halsin felt the little girl nod against his chest, her thumb already back in her mouth.

“Alright then…. It’s been several weeks since we arrived back in this terrible place. The grip of the shadow curse remains unwavering as ever but my new companions have given me something I haven’t dared to entertain in over a century…. Hope….”

The little girl felt her eyelids start to droop as the low rumbling of her papa’s voice wove her a tale of magic and heroes. Papa always told the best stories. Her favorite part was when the silly wizard starts yelling about spider butts. Papa always did funny voices for that part so she didn’t want to miss it… or the part about the Angel! That part was good too.

She was getting kind of sleepy though… maybe she’d just close her eyes for a little bit until he got to those parts….

Halsin continued to read until he felt the child go slack. He glanced down to make sure his willful little wildflower was actually asleep this time and smiled to find her softy snoring face first into her bear. Now if he could just get her back up to bed before…

“Why am I not surprised?”

Halsin’s hazel eyes snapped up to see his love leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a mirthful smirk on her lips as she surveyed the two. Halsin tried to look remorseful but they both knew his guilty grin was just as much of a lie as her disapproving stare.

“In my defense she asked very politely this time,” the large elf said.

“I’m sure she did,” Taverah replied, her tone giving the impression she didn’t believe that for a second. “Sometimes I think you’d abandon nature itself if she asked you nicely enough.”

“You say that as though I would not still be surrounded by natures perfection purely by being in both your presence.”

Taverah shook her head chuckling softly as she pushed away from the door frame to enter the room. She walked over and pressed a gentle kiss on the top of her daughter’s head. Halsin's teasing smile melting into one of pure adoration as he watched them.

“Pushover,” she chuckled again, placing a much different type of kiss on Halsin’s lips.

“A fair assessment,” Halsin replied. "Though if you are waiting for a penitent response we might be here for a while."

“You’re going to spoil her you know.”

"A bed of flowers can not be spoiled by receiving its gardener's time and attention, My Heart," he said softly. "So neither can she be spoiled by receiving ours."

Taverah hummed, “A very valid point.”

“Tho admittedly there is a selfishness to it on my part,” Halsin looked down at the child in his arms before brushing a lock of brown hair away from her face.

“I never would have guessed,” Taverah teased.

“She’s just growing so fast,” he said wistfully. “It is the natural order of things of course, but a day will eventually come when she will not need to seek us out for comfort or care at all, never mind an extra story past her bedtime. That day might not be today, but it will be upon us sooner than we think. And I shall miss this.”

Sometimes Tav wondered how her heart hadn’t exploded with love for this man.

“She really is growing like a weed isn’t she?” She mused. “She’ll probably be able to start reading this by herself soon.”

Taverah gently took the well worn journal from Halsin’s hand and began idly flipping through the pages that he had used to document their adventures together. She stopped on a page of sketches, her eyes lingered on one in particular. A sad look settled on her features as her fingers brushed over the drawing of a smiling shaggy haired man. “I’ll admit I’m… sort of dreading the day we have to tell her the whole ending of this particular story.”

Halsin reached over and took her hand, careful not to jostle the slumbering child in his other arm. “That story has not yet ended, My Heart,” he said gently. “That story continues on in her. He continues on in her. And when the day comes that she is ready to hear it, I’ll be right there with you to tell it.”

Tears swam in Taverah’s eyes, taking solace in the feeling of Halsin’s thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of her hand. She watched the slow even rise and fall of her daughter’s breathing, a warmth and an ache sat in her heart.

“Do you… do you ever regret… This,” she asked in an uncharacteristically small voice. “Do you ever regret choosing to walk this path with me?…. With Us?”

Halsin brought Tav’s hand to his lips and kissed its palm. “Never,” he said as she cupped his cheek. “…well the potty training years gave me some pause but…”

Taverah snorted a laugh and flicked the tip of her love’s ear in response. She bent down to scoop her little one up into her arms and started towards the door. Halsin did his best to stifle his laughter so as not to wake anyone up and stood up to follow. They made their way upstairs to the second floor of the little cottage that had been their home for nearly five years now, until coming to a door with little blue and purple flowers painted along the edges of the frame. Taverah expertly stepped around the toys and books littered across the floor until she reached a carved bed under the window. Halsin turned down the covers as she laid her precious arm full down. Moonlight flooded in from the window, illuminating the beautifully decorated headboard of the bed. Little silver stars and moons had been lovingly painted into a pattern across the wood that almost looked like a protective halo was arched over the child’s head. Tav kissed her daughter’s cheek as she laid her down.

“Goodnight, Abigail,” she whispered as Halsin pulled the blanket back up to make sure the sleeping child was tucked in snugly.

“Sleep well, My Joy,” he whispered as well, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her still baby soft brown hair.

Halsin stood up and wrapped his arms around Tav from behind, allowing her to lean against him while they waited for the child to fully settle in. The little girl stirred slightly once more for just a moment but stilled again after instinctively curling in on the bear she kept a death grip on.

“You know… I just realized that there may be a day we should dread more than the one you spoke of,” Halsin whispered in her ear.

“What day is that?”

“The day Karlach fixes her engine and comes asking for Clive back.”

“Good gods…” Taverah turned around with an expression of horror on her face “Faerún may not survive.”

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I kinda wanna draw something for this Drabble myself if I can find the time at some point…. Stupid adulthood obligations getting in the way of my hobbies 🫠🥲

(also side note this is the piece that brought on this bit of inspiration)

[ickbite]

WEEPING ANGEL! — Megumi one-shot!

megumi fushiguro x weeping angel!reader

she/her pronouns used, misunderstood reader

Megumi knew he was screwed, his time was coming to an end and he didn’t know what he did to deserve it. His life has only been misfortune after misfortune; his dad was never involved in his life, and then tried to sell him to the Zen’in clan, then he got adopted (which was a plus!), but his adopted dad got sealed despite the fact that he was the strongest.

Even though everything was going fine with Megumi’s life in terms of family and friends (his sister came out of her coma, his dad was freed, his friends force him to play Mario Party every night), by himself was a different story.

He always heard you. You were always there. He never knew what exactly you were, or what exactly you looked like, he just grew aware of the angel statue that he found everywhere he went. You were beautiful; your color was gray, your wings were magnificent, but that’s all you were, a statue… or so he thought.

It started when he was fifteen with the introduction of his friend, Yuji. They were off walking to meet up with the second-years and in the distance Megumi spotted you, a statue whose hands covered her face, with curly hair covering the parts that aren’t visible. After that moment, you followed him everywhere and he was started to grow bothered. You were more than what you led on, he searched the internet for statues like you and they were never found, you’re unique. It grew to a point where he had to ask his Father-Mentor, Gojo.

Gojo sat him down and explained the story of the L/N clan, a family created of statue-like curses, “the L/N clan takes the role of a regular statue, but in actuality, they’re planning something, Megumi.”

“What if it’s just a statue? She’s covering her face every time I see her.”

“The L/N clan, have a powerful asset, they can transport you to a different time, you can be in the 1950s when you were just here two minutes before. As a defense so they can catch their prey off-guard, they turn into stone when they’re looked at, they cover their eyes to avoid looking at each other.”

After that talk, Megumi made sure to stare as long as he could, but you never grew closer until he least expected it. Gojo was just sealed and megumi was alone in Shibuya, trying to figure out how he could possibly unseal him.

“Fushiguro~~~”

His eyes widened as your sweet voice rung in his ears.

“What will you do Fushi?~~~”

He hurriedly turned towards you, you had a big smile on your now stone-face with your eyes closed, hair sprawled around you as you were not face-to-face with Megumi.

“Why now? Out of all days?” He sighed, he raised his hand to your face, cupping it slightly. “You’re cold… what are you exactly?”

After a moment of silence he remembered, turning his back but keeping a distance between them.

“You know what I am, pretty, and I know what you are,” your back touched megumis as you interlocked your hands with his.

He pulled his hands away, “It’s been three years and you still show up, why?”

Your hands found comfort in his hair, “because you’re soooo cute~~~ I couldn’t help myself, I had to follow you,” you pouted.

“Stop putting your hands on me, I don’t know you.”

“But you could! My name is Y/N,” your arms snaked around his neck, rubbing his chest ever so slightly. “You know what I am,” you whispered in his ear, giving it a slight bite.

“You’re in the L/N clan—“

“Puh-lease, we’re angels,” a devilish smirk spread on your face, “my people are sad, we weep and weep, we were excluded from the sorcerer world because of our… unique abilities.”

“You weep? Your people are killers, you send them back in time and feast on their energy.” Megumi’s messy hair fell in front of his eyes.

“We don’t do that to everyone, we do it to enemies who attack us first, the sorcerers hate us because we’re curses, they attack us and kill us. I bet you didn’t see anything about me besides the stone, my eyes are E/C.”

“E/C?” Megumi turned his body to face the girl, her eyes were open and now we really took the chance to look at her, she wasn’t bad looking, beautiful even.

“Megumi! We found a way to free Gojo! C’mon!” Nobara yelled from down the street, “we need you!”

Megumi turned his head towards Nobara to tell her he’s on his way, but when he turned back, you were gone. A sigh escaped him as he started his plan to see you un-stoned.

[cafecourage]

That lack of requests is criminal. Don't mind me while I churn out a couple more. (this is actually helping with my brain-deadness so I'm gonna alternate between studying and dropping stuff in your inbox lol)

Hyrule with an s/o who is also good at magic (but can't heal worth a damn) and is able to give themselves fairy wings while maintaining full height. Like they can just become a hylian-sized fairy.

And maybe he finds out because he fell off a cliff and they saved him?

- Glitter ✨

Is is gonna be similar to another ask I got. But first some random Hc’s that I don’t think go together with the story I wrote but still is fun to think about.

- Hylians could gain the abilities to have magic through other means. Hyrule, himself, being an example of that. While I am all up for half fae Hyrule, but Changeling Hyrule, and Battle Mage Hyrule is also up there. Either way how ever you look at it, Reader and Hyrule are 100% covering each other’s backs.

- If Reader is bad with healing, I am going to assume they can do more specialized magic like defense up, shielding, etc. Not actually healing but it’s still something. I imagine that Reader and Hyrule are like a sword and shield combo, though who is who is ether or as you can shield the both of you and he can heal.

- Imagine if Hyrule was the one that taught you the fairy spell? You are just more adventurous with messing with it to change your height so it can stay the same. You guys just teach each other since you’re the only two that know how to even do magic in the first place. These are just some idea’s though. If Reader was half-fae they would probably already be able to do it and can teach him too.

When your mother, Great Fairy Mija, offered your help to the Champion on his latest adventure. You didn’t expect much to come from it, nor for Link to say yes in the first place but that was beside the point. Honestly it didn’t phase you to much that there was more Link’s in the group. If anything you had heard it before from other Great Fairies that a bunch of heroes have gotten together before. And you can assume it wont be the last time this was going to happen.

What you didn’t expect was how fast they clicked and adopted each other. Though living in a Fairy Fountain you were kinda used to quick adoptions, so it wasn’t a big deal just surprising.

You were a lot slower to integrate into the group as you weren’t a hero for courage so less predictable compared to all the Link’s. Which was fine as you knew the champion, now known as Wild, had the same issue with trusting people too.

So having eight more insane semi impulsive guys to befriend wasn’t too difficult. Especially when you did openly used magic to help them in battle though you made sure to get consent before hand. You heard the stories you heard what happened to some of them it is only fair. The Hero of Twilight and Legends you were especially careful around. Rather be safe than yelled at.

You quickly noticed that the traveler who was given the title of Hero of Hyrule, was similar to Wild. It felt easier to befriend him than anyone else. Which was fun. You, him and Wild typically tended to stay together as giving your home Era’s wandering was commonplace. Hyrule did tell you about his magic when healing was needed, “You’re half fae though.” The Vet pointed out as Hyrule took over bandaging the Captain. “Wouldn’t that be natural?”

The answer was actually longer than it needed to be but that wasn’t a story for now, “well. Yes, but no.” It was also convoluted to explain and honestly with the fight everyone just went through, again it was a story for another day. “The short of the answer is that I don’t have the ability to do it safely to others… or myself.” That only earned them a quizzical look but before the conversation could be continued it was side tracked. Which was good for you.

You would of explained once everyone was better and relatively settled as it was a weird and long explanation of Magic not really being something Hylians could do in the first place with out items. Of course there were acceptions, Princesses, Gifts from the Goddess, etc. You at least wanted to tell Hyrule what you knew as he seemed to get his magical abilities in an unnatural manner. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that it was on purpose for him to find these things but, the guy literally held on to the triforce for years before secretly giving back to the princesses to hide it away.

Monsters are still after him for his blood after all.

The horror you felt when you heard him whisper that can be still felt to this day. “Why?” You asked.

“Because, thats where it was.” He whispers softly as you two walked through the path around the canyon heading into hebra mountain. The idea was to find Zelda who was near the stables waiting. Honestly there was a voice in the back of your mind that was telling you to go see your Aunt who was by Rito Village but that was probably a week trek out on foot.

“Still that magic isn’t really information that would typically be spread.” You commented offhandedly as thats not how blood magic worked. You think. It’s not like you tried. Forbidden magic is forbidden for a reason. “But Monsters are Monsters I guess.” You shrugged looking to the side into the snow. The path to hebra wasn’t the safest as it was the hardest reason.

“Well it just did…” You looked back at Hyrule there is slight movement in the snow. Unfortunately you couldn't get out the words "Lizalfos!" Before everything was in disarray.

It was quick to lose yourself in battle, but you tried to keep your calm as you fight back. Making sure that those who need it get their buff. Typically stronger people get defensive buffs, those who work better with speed gets a tad boost for that. You look to your left where Hyrule was.

Only to see him get pushed back loosing his footing. That alone made you dash forward as you feared the worse. The worse being what happened.

Hyrule fell into the Tanagar Canyon.

Just to spite that monster you sent a lighting spell his way before diving off the Canyon after the Hero. You reached out to grab him as you focused on your own magic again. Transforming your form slightly to a more natural state for you. Wing's sprouting behind you as you slowly pull him in your arms. You didn't know if you were strong enough to fly the both of you up. However you aimed for a better landing as you turn up and a slow descent.

It wasn't a soft landing but nether of you were hurt. "Are you ok?" you asked setting Hyrule down as you had to hold him a bit strangely.

"Yeah... Just surprised." He said calming his heart, he looks up at you "thank you." His gaze shifts up to the Canyon wall. "How do you think we can get up?"

"Uhhh..... Magic?" You suggest as you look at him. "You have that fae spell right?"

Hyrule made a face like he really didnt want the other to know about it "yeah... I guess."

"I can carry you in that form! Don't worry."

"That's... some how worse."

[luvsae]

Listen im a huge simp for Cha Hyun-su (sweet home) I even tried shifting there (im still trying)

And I wanna request for like were dating Hyun-su and were also infected so uh yeah

Idk but if you can try to do something with that

ask and you shall receive <3

(wasn't sure whether or not to do headcanons or a fic but... an actual fic is more interesting!!)

also,,, sorry if it's a bit short!! i was sleep deprived when i wrote this </3

infected love | cha hyunsu

pairing; hyunsu x gn!reader

- you and hyunsu are both infected but that doesn't get in the way of your love <3

Ever since the strange days of the apocalypse started, you and Hyunsu made sure to be safe - that's why you stayed in your shared apartment at first.

That was until Hyunsu was infected.

Hyunsu was worried that he would infect you, but you told him that it didn't matter and you would love him no matter what.

Eventually, you did get infected, but you felt perfectly fine - especially with Hyunsu by your side.

When people found out that you were both infected, Eunhyuk decided to lock you two together in one of the rooms in the apartment.

Hyunsu begged for you to not be locked up but you didn't mind it, but Eunhyuk also declined his request.

Now, you and Hyunsu were starting to be let out more and socialize with other people. (Although it was awkward).

"That sweater looks cute on you," you cooed. "I think you should get more like that."

Hyunsu wore a blue sweater - it was from one of the bins located in the main lobby for anyone, and he decided to wear it, but you loved it more than he did. "Really?"

"Of course," you stood on your tip-toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You look cute in anything."

Hyunsu laughed, scratching the back of his neck as he was flustered. "You look cute in anything too."

"Thank you." You smiled.

Your moment was interrupted by Eunhyuk who called you to dinner. Dinner time was always difficult as people judged you - mostly Seok-hyun and any of the people were scared.

You took your hand in Hyunsu's, giving it a tight squeeze to prepare not just him but also you for whatever insults would be thrown at you.

Both of you followed Eun-hyuk into the room where everyone ate. You two already gained most of the looks in the room which gave you a little bit of anxiety.

"Hey, hey, Eun-hyuk. What are those monsters doing here?" Seok-hyun snarled, "I don't want my food to be contaminated."

"Seok-hyun," Eun-hyuk started, "not now."

"No," Seok-hyun started, "get out of here, both of you!"

You laughed as the man looked up at you, it was funny. "If you don't want to be infected then don't eat here, simple."

"What did you say?" Seok-hyun mocked your laughing. "You're being smart with me now? I've got to-"

Seok-hyun raised a hand to you but was stopped when Hyunsu held him by the arm tightly. "I know you don't have any manners or human decency, but I would stop if I were you."

You had never heard Hyunsu so serious and defensive. Of course, he defended you, but this was a new side of him.

"I-" Seok-hyun was flustered and embarrassed, he didn't know what to do in the moment. "Eun-hyuk, do something!"

"Just let them eat," Eun-hyuk said before walking out of the room.

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After eating, you and Hyunsu decided to sit elsewhere in the building. Your backs against the wall as Hyunsu held your hand in his lap.

You had your head rested on his shoulder as a sigh escaped you. He noticed immediately and squeezed your hand. "What's wrong?"

"It's hard being like this," you started. "I don't mind being infected, of course it isn't ideal, but I just wish people wouldn't be so quick to judge."

"Hey," Hyunsu rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand comfortingly. "Who cares what people think? Especially Seok-hyun, he's an asshole."

You laughed. "You can say that again."

"Besides, I won't judge you," he told you. "Even if I wasn't infected."

"You're too sweet," you kissed his covered shoulder and smiled. "The best boyfriend I could've asked for."

"I love you," he blurted out. "So much."

"I love you more." You replied back.

"What should we do tonight?" Hyunsu asked, a smile still remaining on his face. "Do you have any ideas?"

"I wish there were more options," you sighed. "I think we should just be with each other. I want us to have a nice sleep."

"That sounds nice to me," Hyunsu smiled. "I'm sorry about what happened today, by the way. You didn't deserve that."

"It's okay," you told him. "Thank you for defending me. I appreciate it and I meant to thank you before."

"I'll always be here to defend you, I promise."

"And I will do the same for you." You smiled, leaning in the peck his cheek.

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It started to get late as you and Hyunsu went into your room to get some sleep, or at least attempt to.

You two were the only ones locked up in the 'infected room' but it was nice, just being away from everyone and not have anyone complaining about being near them.

Eun-hyuk was nice enough to give you two a mattress from one of the rooms downstairs. It was slightly comfortable but being next to Hyunsu was the only thing that mattered to you.

You lay down on the bed, a sigh of relief escaping you lips as the tiredness dawned over you. Being infected could be hard - you were often tired and needed your rest.

Sometimes when you were in bed, the thoughts about what could happen after the apocalypse appeared in your head. What would happen if everything went back to normal yet you and Hyunsu were the only infected people? Would they take you in? Would they-

"Hey," Hyunsu snapped you out of your thoughts, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Just tired," you told him, smiling. "Are you?"

"'I'm also tired." Hyunsu smiled back.

"Let's sleep." You turned on your side, Hyunsu shifted closer and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.

"I love you," he said, kissing you one last time - this time on your arm. "Infected, whatever, I love you no matter what."

"I love you no matter what either," you told him. "I'll love you forever."

[yankstrash]

Seven Minutes In Heaven ~ Rutger McGroarty (x Fantilli sister)

Warnings: Making out, underage drinking

You felt a rush through your body as you downed your second drink of the night, already feeling slightly tipsy. The hockey team had just won a big game against Penn State, and were throwing a party to celebrate. Of course you were attending, being Luca and Adam Fantilli’s sister, you didn’t really have a choice. Not like you minded though, you loved to party and you loved your brothers teammates. 

Well, most of them anyway. 

Just as you were about to pour yourself another drink, you heard the familiar voice that you despised heavily behind you.

“You sure you can handle that much alcohol, Y/n?” You stopped what you were doing and rolled your eyes as you turned around to be met face to face with the one guy on the team you did not like. 

Rutger. AKA, your brother's best friend.

“From what I’ve seen, you really can’t.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and grinning. “Stop acting like you know me and what I can handle.” You spat back as you turned back around to continue pouring your drink.  

“I’m just saying, being a baby and all, maybe you should slow down.” He said, which caused you to stop what you were doing once again and whip back around. “Stop,” You began, pointing a finger at him. “Calling me that.”

You were over 2 years younger than Luca and 3 months younger than Adam, making you the baby. You hated when people brought it up, because you always felt like you were being compared to your brothers. Sure you weren’t a big time hockey star like them, but you were still your own person and deserved to be treated that way. 

Rutger knew that, which is why he always picked on you for it. 

You can’t even remember when or why you and Rutger started disliking each other, you just know it’s been this way since the start. You met him when you first got to UMich, and ever since the two of you have not gotten along. 

You can’t ever remember a time where he was nice to you. Whether it be teasing you, making fun of you or just flat out being rude to you, you and Rutger have never had a friendly interaction with each other. 

It’s not like you wanted it to be this way. He was best friends with both of your brothers and is with them 90% of the time. According to everyone else, Rutger is a nice guy who’s a lot of fun to be around. However, you are yet to see that side of him. And you’ve known him for almost a year now. 

Along with all that, he is also insanely attractive. Not nice, sure, but hot as hell. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on Rutger when you first met, and sometimes you think you still do, but how could you with the way he treats you?

Rutger put his hands up in defense after you told him to stop calling you a baby. “Just looking out for my buddies' baby sister, that’s all.” He replied, smirking. Just as you were about to reboot, Luca walked up to you guys.

“Sup guys!” He said, throwing an arm around your shoulder. 

“I was trying to help Y/n with her alcohol intake, but she doesn’t want my help.” Rutger said, grinning at you.

“You are such a fucking-” You began to say, but your mouth was covered with Luca’s hand. “Okay! Let’s go over here, shall we Y/n?” He said, and ushered you away from Rutger, leaving him laughing at you in your tracks. 

“Can you two ever not be arguing with each other?” Luca asked you once you stopped walking. You crossed your arms and said “It’s him not me.”

Your brother laughed as he shook his head. “Pretty sure you give it back 150%, Y/n/n.” You rolled your eyes and shrugged. 

“You know, if you guys would stop arguing long enough to get to know each other you’d probably really like each other. You’re both a lot more similar than you think.” Luca started. You just rolled your eyes in response. “Plus, Rut’s a really good guy, I think he would actually be really good for you. And you for him.” 

That comment almost made your eyes pop out of your head. Your brothers have always told their friends you were off limits. 

Do the rules not apply to Rutger McGroarty? 

“How many of my friends have I ever said that about?” 

Guess not. 

“It’s not going to happen, Lu.” You said. 

Luca rolled his eyes and said, “You both need to get over yourselves.”

Before you could respond, Mark came over to you guys. “Hey we’re all playing a game in the living room, come on!” He said, and darted towards the living room.

You and Luca made your way over to where everyone was gathering. You all sat in a circle as you took a seat between Luca and Johnny. Rutger was right across from you, and when he caught your eye he sent you his signature smirk. 

You rolled your eyes in response and broke eye contact. “What are we playing?” You asked to no one in particular.

“Truth or dare.” Ethan answered. Your face scrunched up at his answer. “What are we, 10?” You asked sarcastically. 

“Oh c'mon Y/n, it’ll be fun!” Johnny said from next to you, nudging your arm. “Yeah, we play it a different way.” Gavin said from his spot. 

“And what way is that?” You asked. 

“You’re banned if you refuse any of the truths or dares.” Mark said.

“What?!” You asked in disbelief. “You guys aren’t serious.” 

They were serious. Not one of the guys had a joking expression on their face.

“We are. Some freshman a few years ago refused to do his dare and we never let him back to another party again.” Keaton said. 

“That’s ridiculous.” You said.

“Our house, our rules. Now, who wants to start?” Ethan said. 

Multiple rounds of the game went by with the stupidest truths and dares you have ever heard. Finally, someone picked Rutger.

“Rut, truth or dare.” Grano asked him.

“Truth.”

“How many girls have you slept with since getting to UMich?”

There was a chorus of whistles from around the circle as all the boys were curious to know his answer.

For some reason, this question sent a pang to your chest. You didn’t want to hear his answer.

But why? Why did this question bother you?  

“I need a refill.” You said before Rutger could answer the question. You quickly got up and made your way to the kitchen, thankfully missing his answer. 

When you returned, Luca was finishing a dare.

“Okayyyy, hmmmm.” Your brother said as he looked around the circle. His eyes landed on you and he smirked. 

“Y/n, truth or dare.” He asked you.

Fuck.

Your brothers already knew everything about you, besides everything you really didn’t want them knowing. Not trusting the questions they’d ask you, you went the alternate route.

“Dare.”

Luca looked at Adam, then at Johnny, then back at you before a huge smirk took over his face.

“I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with Rutger.” 

His response nearly stopped your heart.

If this was your brother's attempt at getting you and his best friend to get along, it was a low one. And one you did not want to participate in.

“Luca, no.” You said in all seriousness.

“Oh, is someone refusing a dare?” You heard Mark say and you shot him a death glare.

“Luca, that’s not even funny. Pick something else, or at least someone else for me to do that with.”

You truthfully had no interest in playing seven minutes in heaven with any of your brother's teammates, but at this point you were willing to do it with any of them as long as it wasn’t Rutger.

“Nope. You and Rutger. Go, now.” He said as he waved his hands to usher you away.

“What if I don’t agree to this?” Rutger finally spoke up from his spot across from you.

“Then you’re both banned.” Ethan said.

“WHAT?” You both yelled in unison.

“How is that fair? It’s Y/n’s dare, not mine.” Rutger asked, getting annoyed.

“Don’t care, you’re a part of it now. Now both of you get a move on it.” Ethan responded, pointing to the bathroom down the hall.

You turned to your brother and glared at him. “I hate you.”

He just laughed in response as you and Rutger both got up and made your way to the bathroom. 

“See you in seven minutes!” Someone yelled as you closed the door behind you.

You sighed heavily as you and Rutger stood a couple feet away from each other in the tiny half bath. 

“Thanks a lot.” He said.

“Me?! What did I do?! This was all my brother, not me, so don’t even try to put the blame on me.” You responded as you raised your voice. 

You both stood in silence for another minute, but you couldn’t take it anymore. If you were going to be stuck in here with him, you were going to get answers.

“Maybe while we’re stuck in here together you could tell me why you’ve always been such a jerk to me.” You said. 

Rutger looked at you like he didn’t know what you were talking about. “What do you mean?” He asked.

You looked at him in disbelief.

He could not be serious.

“What do you mean what do I mean? Rutger, ever since the day we met you’ve been nothing but mean to me. You always tease me, you always call me a baby, you always try to start an argument, and for WHAT? What did I ever do to you?” You asked, growing frustrated. 

Rutger stayed silent for a moment, getting lost in his thoughts.

You took his silence as a sign that there was no real reason, and he just did not like you. You were over this, you couldn’t care less if the sophs banned you from parties at their house, you were leaving.

Just as you turned to leave, Rutger stopped you.

“Y/n, wait.” He said as he gently grabbed your wrist to turn you back around.

You snatched your wrist out of his grip as you waited for him to say something.

“It’s stupid.” Was all he said.

“I don’t care.” Rutger sighed as he said “You’re not going to believe me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him. “Try me.”

Rutger sighed as he looked down at the ground. “It’s because I like you, Y/n.”

Your scowl immediately fell as the words came out of his mouth. 

“What?” You asked.

“I like you, Y/n.” He started, as he looked up at you. “I’ve liked you since Luca and Adam introduced us.” 

What?

“But, they’re my best friends. And you’re their baby sister.” He said, then immediately closed his mouth when he said it and saw the look on your face when he did.

“Sorry.” He said. For the first time ever, Rutger apologized for calling you that.

“I didn’t want Luca and Adam to hate me, so I just started being mean to you in an attempt to get over you.” 

You were very taken aback. With every word that came out of his mouth, you were more and more shocked at his confessions.

“Teasing someone is a pretty shit way to try to get over them.” You said with a hint of sarcasm in your tone.

Rutger nodded and said “Yeah I know, and I am sorry. I never wanted to be mean to you or make you think I didn’t like you, Y/n. I just didn’t know what else to do.” 

“And then Luca started telling me how he wished we got along because he could see us together, but it was already too late at that point. I figured you hated me and there was no coming back from that.” Rutger confessed. 

“I’ve never hated you, Rutger.” You said, causing him to look at you. “Hate is a strong word.”

Rutger smiled at you and you returned the gesture.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little crush on you too when we met.” You said.

Rutgers eyes widened as you admitted your crush. “Really?” He asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes and said “Don’t get too excited, you almost ruined it by being mean to me.” “Almost?” He said, as he took a step towards you.

“Yes, almost. I’m forced to see you almost everyday, how could it have just gone away completely?” You said. 

Rutger shook his head as he said, “I know mine didn’t. I never got over you, Y/n.” 

You looked at him confused. “But what about the other girls?” You asked.

Rutger scrunched his eyebrows together as he asked, “What other girls?” 

“The ones you slept with. Remember, Grano’s truth question?” 

Rutger laughed as he shook his head. “Well, if you would’ve stuck around for the answer, you would’ve heard me say none. I haven’t been with any girls, Y/n.” 

His answer shocked you. You figured he was off with a new girl every weekend and after every game. 

“I didn’t think it would be fair to any of them since I was so into you.” He said.

Pardon?

“I am sorry though, about everything. I know it was a shitty way to go about things, and I apologize for that.” 

You nodded as you gently smiled at him. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too, I was never the nicest to you either.” Rutger laughed at your response. “Yeah but I deserved it, you had no reason to be nice to me.”

At least he’s aware.

“So,” He began, as he took another step towards you. “Am I forgiven?” He asked, staring down at you.

You smirked up at him and said “Under one condition.” “Name it.”

“Stop calling me a baby. It really does piss me off.” You said.

Rutger moved one hand to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

“Deal.” And with that, he closed the gap between the two of you. 

Your lips moved in sync as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

The kiss deepened and grew more heated as Rutger turned you guys around so your back was against the bathroom counter. He moved his hands so they were under your thighs and lightly tapped them.

“Jump, baby.” He said against your lips as he pulled back slightly.

Out of force of habit from the past almost year, you moved your head back and glared at him.

“What?” Rutger asked, confused, before he caught on.

“Oh. OH! I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean it like that I-” He stumbled over his words in an attempt to apologize. 

You just laughed in response. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/n. I swear.” He said.

You laughed at him again and said “I know.” Before pulling him back to you and jumping like he asked so he could place you on the counter.

Your make out continued for a few more minutes before there was a loud bang on the door, causing you two to separate.

“TIME’S UP!” You heard someone yell. 

You rolled your eyes at the loud and unexpected noise that caused you two to break apart.

“So…” Rutger said, smirking at you.

“So….” You said back.

“Are we good?” He asked. 

You smiled widely at him. “We are good.” 

You two connected your lips again before he helped you off the counter.

He turned and opened the bathroom door, signaling for you to walk out first.

“M’lady.” He said as you smiled and walked out.

Once you two returned to the group, there was yet another chorus of whistles and cheering going around.

“So, how was your seven minutes?” Luca asked.

You both looked at each other and glared, trying to hold back smiles.

“Terrible. Worst seven minutes of my life.” Rutger responded as you both went back to your spots in the circle.

You caught onto the sarcasm in his voice, you knew he was joking.

“Oh yeah? Your hair says differently Rut.” Johnny said as he motioned to Rutgers hair.

Rutgers hands immediately flew to the top of his head, fixing his messy hair.

Oops.

“That’s some nice lip gloss you got on too, Rutty. When did you get that?” Luca asked him teasingly.

Rut’s hands went from his hair to his lips as he wiped your lipgloss off of him.

Oops again!

“Gross, that’s my little sister.” Adam said.

Rutger shrugged. “This was your guy's idea.” 

Let’s just say after that night, there was no more arguing between you and Rutger. 

You still scowled at Rutger anytime he called you baby for the first few weeks, but he assured you it was a term of endearment, not a tease, and eventually you grew to love his everyday pet name for you. 

Luca almost regretted his little plan to get the two of you together, seeing as now you two could not keep your hands off each other. 

Oh well, it was his dare. 

[whysosiriushuh]

Rr'ing crimson rivers. Everyone talks about the great big tragedy the fic is so I'm making a post appreciating zar's comedic genius

Warning: Its hella long

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 "You heard me. Come off it, lover boy. Don't pretend you can't climb; I've seen James, he's taller, and you're not going to tell me you're not climbing him, are you?" 

Regulus takes it all back. He rues the day he ever showed an interest in being possible allies with Evan Rosier. Regulus scowls at him, but that only makes him smirk. 

"First of all, climbing a person is entirely different from climbing a fucking tree—" 

"How so?"

"Trees won't keep me from falling. James has arms." 

"Ah, so you have climbed—" 

"Rosier, if you want to keep your tongue, you might want to shut up." 

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"It is. You just don't know it yet. You'll see." James winks at him, but his smile is soft. "Go on, go get your spine realigned."

Sirius' hand flies to his throat instinctively, like a woman clutching at her pearls, staring at James, utterly aghast as he wheezes, "Get my fucking what?" 

"Or, you know, realign his spine," James muses, thoughtful, his eyes gleaming with laughter. "Whatever suits your fancy, and his, I suppose." 

"You're filthy," Sirius hisses as James laughs again, covering his mouth with his hand. "You're a dirty, dirty man, Potter, and I—I do not want you anywhere near my baby brother." 

"Oh, the first chance I get, I'm going to let him snap my spine directly in half," James declares, lifting both hands and tipping his fists apart while making an obscene crunching noise in the back of his throat. The look of pure horror on Sirius' face makes James bust out laughing all over again.

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"Well, you just seemed…quite upset," Lyall says awkwardly. 

"Not because of the murder thing," Sirius mutters, waving his hand carelessly. He pauses. "That makes me sound rather mental, doesn't it? I just mean, I know that whatever it is, however it happened, it wasn't something inexcusable. No, I was just surprised, honestly, and I do feel like maybe he should have mentioned it. Not that I'm entitled to any information he isn't comfortable sharing, but I do think it's something you tell someone before you have sex with them, at the very least." 

It takes a second for the words to catch up with Sirius, and then his eyes bulge as heat creeps up into his face. Lyall's eyebrows are raised very, very high. 

"Oh, fuck—I mean, shit—wait, sorry, excuse my language, sir," Sirius chokes out, his voice going high from his rising panic as his heart takes off sprinting in his chest. "I wasn't—I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I said that. Please don't think I took advantage of Remus. I swear I didn't. It was very mutual, and actually I was super nervous and not really sure about the whole thing—er, sex, I mean, because I'd never even done it, but I trusted Remus, and he was just so lovely—"

"Sirius—"

"I—I didn't force him, I would never, and he had full freedom to do whatever he liked, or didn't. He could have just—beat me up, if necessary. I'm pretty sure I told him that once, actually, and hey, now I know he could have just fucking killed me, so there's that. Shit, sorry, the cursing again. I'm just—I don't mean to be disrespectful in your home, sir, I swear. I'm just panicking a bit, currently, and—and trying to explain that I didn't, in any way, coerce your son into having sex with—" 

"Sirius," Lyall interrupts yet again, louder this time. 

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"Aren't you afraid of heights?" Emmeline muses as he approaches the tree very cautiously. 

"No," Regulus snaps defensively, then pauses and kicks lightly at the base of the tree. In a mumble, he confesses, "Yes." 

Emmeline coughs. "You'll be able to get back down, right? Without falling, I mean. Because I don't fancy Sirius having a go at me for letting his baby brother climb a tree and get stuck, or worse, fall and break his neck." 

"Thank you, Emmeline, for making me feel better about this decision," Regulus says flatly. 

"I try," Emmeline replies, amused. "No, but genuinely, should I go get a ladder, or something?" 

"That feels like cheating." 

"Well, who's going to know?"

Evan is going to give me so much shit for this the next time I see him in my dreams, Regulus thinks precisely five seconds before he looks over at Emmeline and mumbles, "A ladder, you said?" 

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"James is jealous," Regulus informs him. 

"Jealous?" Sirius arches an eyebrow. "Someone sniffing around you, Reggie?" 

Regulus breaks out into a grin again, one so rare that Sirius feels his heart clench just looking at it. "Not jealous because of me, you idiot. He's jealous of Frank, because of you." 

"What?" Sirius blurts out, bewildered. "But Frank is—I mean, we're just friends." He pauses, then frowns. "Wait, James wouldn't care if Frank was more than a friend anyway." 

"Sirius," Regulus says, struggling not to laugh, "he's jealous because you and Frank are friends. James is your best friend, remember? He feels threatened." 

Sirius opens his mouth, closes it, then shakes his head in disbelief. "Does he really?" 

"Yes. I'm having a great time," Regulus says with a happy sigh, genuinely looking pleased. "It sort of feels like karma, you know? He's also being terribly adorable about the whole thing, but don't tell him I said that." 

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"How's my sister?" Narcissa asks softly, and for the first time, Sirius wonders if this is why she's truly here. 

Sirius purses his lips. "Being a raging bitch in the other room. Why do you ask?" 

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"A niece," Narcissa whispers, her breath hitching so quietly that he almost misses it. "Do I? What's her name?" 

"Nymphadora," Sirius mumbles. 

"Now why would she do that to that poor child?" Narcissa asks, shaking her head as she inhales again. 

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"Hem-hem," Mayor Delores says, clearing her throat over and over until everyone looks at her. She gives Bellatrix a simpering smile. "Feet don't go on the table, dear." 

"Forks usually don't go into eyeballs either, but I can make that happen, too," Bellatrix tells her, lifting one foot and dropping it back down to send a fork sailing up from the table through the air, which she snaps her hand out to grab.

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"Betrayal is betrayal is betrayal!" Regulus shouts, and he leans back into Sirius harshly as he kicks out with his leg. Sirius can hear Camilla's gasp as the kick lands.

"Betrayal?! You fucking dramatic little—" 

"Me?! I'm dramatic?! You're dr—" 

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Sirius bursts out, officially done with this shit, reaching the end of his rope. 

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"Reggie, you never crack jokes or laugh at things." 

"I—yes, I do. I…do. I have before." 

"Name one time," Sirius says, lips twitching. 

Regulus opens his mouth, then closes it, then frowns. He sits on that for a second, then says, "James thinks I'm funny." 

"James is blinded by love, is what he is," Sirius tells him, clearly exasperated. "He is not an unbiased opinion." 

"Before you volunteered," Regulus states finally, and Sirius blinks at him. "The first time, I mean. I know you don't really remember a lot of things from back then, but I—I would occasionally make jokes, and I did laugh a lot more." 

Sirius clicks his tongue. "Well, that's tragic." 

"Isn't it just?" Regulus agrees dryly. 

"I bet you were shit at it even then." 

"I wasn't. James laughed, and he didn't even like me before my fifteenth birthday." 

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"First of all, I would be old and beautiful," Sirius states firmly, holding up a finger. "I am going to be sexy until the day I die, even if I could live until a hundred. Second of all, I will be at the wedding. In spirit. Have it at night under my star. Or just—I don't know, slap a picture of me on a chair and—" 

"You're so stupid," Regulus interrupts, then swivels on the spot and stomps off, scowling as he goes. 

"James, how do you put up with him?" Sirius groans from behind him. "The chair idea is a good idea, isn't it? You get it. See, now you have to. It's funny! It would be—" 

"Stop talking to my fiancé!" Regulus snaps as he continues on, and Sirius doesn't, but he does lower his voice as he follows along, which will just have to do.

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"Well," Sirius wheezes, "I definitely won." 

"What? No you didn't. You can't prove it," Regulus sputters instantly, which tells Sirius he did, in fact, win. 

"Don't be a sore loser," Sirius teases, wrinkling his nose as he inspects his spear. It's covered in gunk. The creatures didn't seem to bleed, but they were very…goopy. 

"What are you doing?" Regulus asks. 

Sirius continues to pull off his bag, reaching inside to find the cloth he needs. "Cleaning my spear. It's disgusting." 

"You have a bit of…" Regulus coughs and gestures to his own hair, then Sirius'. 

"What?!" Sirius chokes out, instantly dropping his spear and cloth, hands flying up to his hair in horror. 

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"Lily?" Dorcas asks tentatively, cringing at the background sound of something clattering, like metal on metal. 

"Hi, Dorcas, a little busy here," Lily pants out. "We're, um." 

"Problem?" 

"What? No. Everything's f—hey! No, step away from the gatling gun! Barty, don't make me leave this cockpit!" 

James straightens up. "Barty? Did—sorry, did she just say Barty? Is Barty there? He's alive?" 

"Lily?" Dorcas tries again. 

"We have this under control," Lily replies, and then there's a choked sob and the distant shout of we're all gonna die! 

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Sirius hates it. He also chooses to ignore it, much like he's doing with the idea that James is captured here, too. "You're lying. How stupid do you think I am?" 

"I need not lie, Sirius." 

"Yeah, that's what liars say." 

Riddle looks unimpressed with him all over again. 

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Say the word and I'll run away with you," Sirius murmurs. "We'll abduct everyone we love and take to the seas. Throw them under the deck until we're too far away for them to swim back." 

"We wouldn't have to do that to Regulus. He can't even swim." 

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"Look me in the eye, then," Remus says. "Look at me when you break up with me." 

Sirius peeks at him, then quickly looks away. He's chewing on his lip. "What does eye-contact have to do with a breakup? Is that, like, required? I've never dumped anyone before." 

"Yes, I can tell," Remus replies dryly. "You're rather shit at it." 

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"War doesn't, though," Marlene comments. "So, you know, time to fight and whatnot. Do you think we'll get matching outfits? We should color-coordinate." 

Sirius snorts. "Now there's a thought. Could you imagine?" 

"I'm thinking…" Marlene purses her lips. "Hm, yellow?" 

"Ooh, I like yellow," Pandora says. "We'd smash it in yellow."

"No, it shows blood too well," Remus counters. "You definitely want to go with darker colors." 

"Or red, to blend," Lily suggests, coughing around a laugh, doing her absolute best not to look at Remus with their shared sense of humor. She fails, and Remus grins at her. 

"Black is a good war color," Sybill muses. "Like, matte black. Not glossy. Something hardy, kind of rough." 

"Hear me out," Mary says, holding up her hands and spreading them like presenting a banner. "Orange." 

"Or we could just all go in different colors and come at them like a rainbow," Dorcas says, lips curling up. 

"Naked," Sirius declares. "We should go into war completely fucking nude. They wouldn't know what to do." 

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"Bit far-fetched, that," Marlene muses. "I mean, we'll get old. Old people don't fuck." 

Dorcas lifts her head, eyebrows raised. "Yes, they do." 

"Nah," Marlene protests, waving a hand. 

"Marlene, they absolutely do," Dorcas says through laughter, watching Marlene purse her lips. "People don't stop being people when they get older, you know. They continue living and such, and if they like sex, they have it." 

"You mean to tell me that old people fuck?" Marlene asks, looking like this is the worst news she's heard all week. She looks horrified. "So, like, Dumbledore—" 

"Gah!" Dorcas bursts out, flinching instinctively. "No! Why would you put that in my brain?!" 

Marlene grimaces. "Sorry, but he's the oldest person I can think of. Alright, Minerva and Poppy, then?" 

"Marlene!" Dorcas protests in horror. 

"What?!" 

"They're like—my adopted parents!" 

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"I'm warning you, Tim," Regulus snaps, "if you touch me, you're going to die." 

Tim doesn't listen to him, and five minutes later, Regulus is breaking Tim's hand and kicking not-Tim into a signpost before launching another not-Tim into the side of a car so hard that the window crunches and dents in with splintered glass from the impact of their body. Tim yells from his knees, fingers going in all the wrong directions, and Regulus is just about to snap his neck when a new not-Tim comes flying out of nowhere to tackle Regulus to the ground. 

There's a scuffle. Regulus may or may not nearly rip someone's ear off. Either way, by the end, Regulus stands up to find many bodies of not-Tims littered all around him, while Tim himself is dead at Narcissa's feet. Look who finally showed back up. 

Well, Regulus told Tim he'd die. No one ever listens to him. Maybe they should; he's starting to think he's some sort of prophet or something. 

******************

"Baby? What baby? Who's baby?" Alecto asks as she dumps herself down at the table with a weary sigh, looking very, very tired. Burgundy and Belfast are fighting over Dora the second they arrive. "Gun, Bel, no hitting!" 

"But Auntie! He's being stupid!" Burgundy shrieks.

"Dora likes me the most! Tell her, Auntie!" Belfast yells. 

"Does not!" 

"Does too!" 

"Does not!" 

"Does too!" 

"Does—" 

"Enough!" Alecto bursts out, slamming her hand down to the table and making Burgundy and Belfast shut up very quickly. Nymphadora looks like she's having the time of her life, but Alecto? Not so much. She breathes very, very carefully. "I know the concept is hard to grasp in your puny, developing brains, but you two can share Dora's company, and be her friend at the same time. Now, the next time one of you hits each other, I'm going to break your fingers. Got it?" 

"Got it," Burgundy and Belfast mumble, hanging their heads, and five minutes later they're peacefully sharing Dora. 

Alecto cradles her head between both hands, eyes sinking shut as she mutters, "I fucking hate kids." 

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"No!" Alecto blurts out. "No, don't do this to me. Please, for the sake of my sanity, don't have a baby." 

"What does this have anything to do with you?" Narcissa asks. 

Alecto groans and drops her head to the table, so Sirius helpfully answers, "Cissa, come on, she's obviously in love with you." 

"That," Alecto mutters, pointing weakly at Sirius. 

"And she hates kids," Sirius adds. 

"Also that," Alecto agrees. 

Narcissa considers her for a long moment, then says, "Well, you're very dear to me, you know this, but I want to be a mother, so either move on or settle in." 

"Can I just spoil it with gifts and you handle the rest?" 

"Well, I was planning to handle it all anyway, so sure." 

.

.

Sirius snorts. "Yeah, okay, fair enough. I don't want anything that cunt owned anyway." 

"Sirius!" 

"What, Reggie? I'm just saying!" 

"Well, maybe don't just say!" 

"I can say what I like!" 

"You shouldn't." 

"But I can." 

"But you shouldn't." 

"But I can." 

"But you shouldn't." 

"But I—" 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Alecto bursts out, slamming her way to her feet, making her chair and the table clatter

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"Well, don't stand around, Remus. Let him in," Lyall says, clicking his tongue. "Been worried about him." 

Me? Sirius mouths, looking mildly alarmed, and Remus chuckles as he reaches out to grab Sirius' arm and tug him inside. Sirius smiles at Lyall. "Hello, Mr—um. Sorry, Lyall." 

"Nice to see you again, Sirius," Lyall greets, amused. "You seem well, all things considered. Are you well?" 

"Well enough," Sirius says, "all things considered." 

Lyall's lips twitch. "That's fair." 

"You look well, too, sir," Sirius adds. "I'm glad you're not dead." Remus snorts the moment Sirius looks horrified by the words that just tumbled out of his mouth. "Sh—oot, sorry. I mean, it's true, but that's—there wasn't very much tact in how I said it, was there? Just—I'm glad you're okay. That's what—" 

"Remus," Lyall cuts in, "are you sure you found him in the Hallow? Absolutely sure?" 

"Actually," Remus corrects fondly, "he found me." 

"Respectfully," Sirius says. "In a very respectful manner. I treat Remus with the utmost respect." 

"This isn't true," Remus lies, and Sirius chokes, his head whipping towards him in disbelief. "Dad, he uses me for sexual favors and tells me he owns me." 

"I do not!" Sirius bursts out, eyes bulging. "I have never—" 

"He makes me do his laundry—" 

"Remus!" 

"I even cook for him—" 

"You're literally a cook here! You cook for everyone." 

Remus keeps his face perfectly neutral when he adds, "And he won't let me break up with him either."

"That was you!" Sirius yelps, his head swiveling to look at Lyall, whose shoulders are shaking. "Sir, he's—oh. You're laughing. You're—" He stops, then flicks his gaze between Remus and Lyall, and Remus finally breaks out into a grin. Sirius huffs. "Oh, for f—ah, that wasn't funny!" 

******************

"What?" Regulus mutters, scowling. "Look, I know that seems extreme, but it's important, alright? I'm always going to have it on me as a reminder, and because—honestly, as strange as it may be, that's a comfort to me." He pauses. "Well, not in bed, obviously. You don't have to worry about that." 

James coughs. "Oh. Right. That's…great." 

"Were you worried?" Regulus asks, frowning now, admittedly stung by the thought. "James, I'd never hurt you, especially not with a damn dagger." 

"Never?" James asks weakly. 

Regulus cards his fingers through his hair, trying to get his gaze to fall away from the dagger. "Never. I promise." 

James bites his lip. "Not even if—" 

"Never," Regulus cuts in, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at him, wanting to reassure him. "Never, James, not for any reason." 

"Oh," James mumbles, wilting a little bit with what Regulus imagines is relief. "Um, yay for me, I…guess." 

******************

Sirius hums. "Yeah, exactly. We're okay. We will be. Come here, can we kiss and make up now?" 

"Regulus and Remus are peering through the drapes, being nosy," James muses. "Mum, too." 

"Ah, in that case," Sirius teases lightly, then makes a big show of throwing his arms around James very dramatically while pressing an over-the-top, smacking kiss to each of James' cheeks, winking at him as he pulls away. "There, now they'll know we're alright. Nothing to worry about." 

James frowns. "Did they all know before me?" 

Sirius freezes like a spooked horse, then coughs and tosses his arm over James' shoulders. "Say, let's head in, yeah? Come on, if we turn around really fast, we can make the others scramble all over themselves to get away from the window." 

When he and Sirius swivel around in perfect sync, Regulus and Remus do, in fact, hastily jerk back from the window. Effie doesn't. She looks out at them, and she smiles.

******************

"Sirius Black," Sirius greets, reaching out to shake Ken's hand, leaning in to wink and whisper, "but you knew that." 

"I—yeah, hey, hi," Ken replies, stumbling over his words, so visibly flustered that Remus almost pities him. Almost. 

"I'm sure you have a very good reason for being here, Low Bar, but—" 

"Barlowe, actually, um—" 

"Very low bar. I could trip over you," Sirius says, then laughs like that's not even the least bit insulting, and his laugh is so lovely and charming that Ken—poor Ken—laughs with him, as if the insult hasn't even registered to him. "Anyway, this can continue in just a moment, whatever reason you have to be here. Remus has to turn his attention to something more important, which is me." 

Then, with that, Sirius twirls around and plucks the mug out of Remus' hands before smiling at him, warm and sweet, and reaching up to cradle his face tenderly, intimately, then kisses him

.

.

"A miracle. He called you a miracle, right in front of me! I'm standing right here! Hello? Can you see me? Am I invisible?" Sirius sputters, looking absolutely appalled. 

Lyall immediately dissolves into laughter. 

"I have killed people!" Sirius yelps. "I've killed so many people that I don't even know how many it's been, and he just—oh, I could have killed him so easily, what the fuck?!" 

Lyall is wheezing. 

"He's gifting you puppies and calling you a miracle—am I fucking joke to him?" Sirius demands. "Does he not know I can and will rip his tongue out of his head? I can do it! I—" 

Lyall bangs his hand down on the table, gasping for air, laughing so hard he's in tears. 

"Sirius," Remus says, biting down on the inside of cheek. 

Nostrils flaring, Sirius fixes his gaze on Remus, lips pursing like he's tasting something sour. "He's trying to win you over. He comes with compliments and puppies—" 

"It's not a competition—" 

"He comes here and tries to act chummy with your dad—" 

"I think he was just being polite—" 

"Barlowe? Barlowe? What a pathetic name. Fucking low bar of a name and a low bar of a human being—" 

"Well, that's not very polite—" 

"Offering you puppies—" 

"Sirius—" 

"Calling you a miracle—" 

"Sirius—" 

"Addressing you by that stupid fucking nickname—" 

Lyall is going to keel over here in a second, just from laughing so hard, and Remus is almost genuinely concerned for his health. He's an older man, quite out of breath, getting a bit red in the face. Huffing in fond exasperation, Remus reaches out to catch Sirius' arm and drag him out of the room. 

.

.

"How dare he? Puppies?" Sirius hisses as Remus shuts the door behind them. "Remus, he brought puppies!" 

"He did, yes," Remus agrees. Sirius looks absolutely enraged by this, which shouldn't be as hilarious as it is. "Obviously since he brought puppies, I now have to run off with him, as he is the superior gift-giver and has won my affections once more. That is all it takes for me. Puppies." 

******************

"What about us?" 

"You know, what are we doing?" 

"Perusing district six's market," Remus says lightly. 

Sirius stops holding his hand, like a punishment. He crosses his arms. "You know that's not what I meant. Kids, Remus. We've never talked about it." 

"We haven't talked about a lot of things," Remus replies. 

"Other things aren't as…serious as this." 

"Marriage isn't?" 

"I don't think so," Sirius says slowly. "We'll get married, obviously." 

Remus' eyebrows fly up. "Oh, will we?" 

"Won't we?" Sirius asks, eyebrows furrowed. Remus stares at him, keeps staring at him, and Sirius thinks about it, thinks about it, thinks about— "Oh! Oh, I just—I went about that the wrong way, didn't I? Wait, scratch that. Pretend I never said it. I didn't say that. Who, me? No, never. Um." 

"Sirius," Remus says, watching him look around with visible amusement, gaze soft. 

Sirius snatches up a half-bent spoon for sale off the table, old and chipped, though the handle is intricately carved. He holds it up and says, "Okay, will you marry me?" 

"What?" Remus wheezes, cracking up laughing immediately. 

"It's—it's the first thing I grabbed—" 

"You can't propose to me with a spoon—" 

"Watch me," Sirius argues stubbornly, then goes to one knee, which makes Remus' eyes bulge, his laughter cutting out all at once. "Remus Lupin—" 

"Sirius!" Remus hisses, hands darting out frantically to tug at his elbows, looking around furtively as people stare at them in blatant curiosity, his cheeks stained red. "You lunatic, you can't just—fuck's sake, are you mad?" 

.

.

"I can't believe you're proposing to me with a spoon," Remus whispers. 

"I, um, also can't believe I'm proposing to you with a spoon," Sirius admits sheepishly. "I may have—gotten ahead of myself. Sorry. You deserve way better, but like, I'm in this now. Sort of have to see it through, at this point." 

Remus laughs, one of his hands lifting toward his mouth, fingers gently pressing against his own smile, like he wants to feel it. "You're a mess, you know that?" 

.

.

When they break apart, Remus is grinning again, and Sirius leans in and bumps their noses together. He has never felt better than he does at this moment. 

"Excuse me. Hey, excuse me," says the person working the stall they're next to. "You still have to pay for the spoon." 

Sirius' expression falls flat, and Remus immediately erupts into laughter that he has to bury in Sirius' shoulder. Sirius cups the back of his head and turns a slow, deadly glare on the person daring to interrupt their moment. One look is all it takes. That look is all it takes. 

They get the spoon for free. 

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.

"With a spoon?" Lily asks. 

Remus huffs a laugh and nods. "With a damn spoon." 

"Was it at least a nice spoon?" 

"Worst spoon I've ever seen." 

Lily purses her lips, then says, "I'll kill him." 

"It was the most romantic thing that anyone's ever done for me," Remus tells her. 

"Okay, resurrecting him," Lily amends

[jaetyun]

infrunami.

14. keep your friends close and your opps closer

wc: 1.5k

Heeseung glanced at his phone, double checking he had the right spot. The area in question was a park directly across the theatre that was basically taken over and reigned by college students. The cinema was a 10 minute walk (or a 6 minute jog, as he had just found out) and the snide remarks could be heard even from where Heeseung was, Soobin following behind with dramatic whines and pouts.

"A man like you could never handle her. Who do you think you are? You're a bitch at best." Heeseung grit his teeth. Yup, that was most definitely Wonbin.

"A bitch? You're a spineless creep who won't even throw a punch." Seunghan retorts, quickly hushed by Yizhuo who had a much better grip of the situation. Heeseungs heart twinged seeing you so frozen in fear. He's never seen you back down from a challenge, much less be reduced to a wide eyed shivering mess. Wonbin crosses his arms, unfazed by the taunting.

"Baby, this was your rebound? Why don't you come back to a real man?" Yizhuo tskes, tugging you closer to her chest. "Seunghan and Y/N aren't together. Even then he's much more of a real man than you ever were."

Wonbin laughs at this, his demeanor so different from everybody else's as he waves her comments off like they're old buddies cracking an inside joke. That's about all Heeseung could handle before storming up, taking a deep breath to keep himself from showing how scared he truly was.

"Is there a problem here?" Heeseungs eyebrow raised, approaching with as much confidence as he could muster approaching the person who made his life a living hell. Wonbin took notice to him immediately, looking even more entertained than before. It seems as if he had been bored by this charade the entire time, eyes perking up in interest only now that he's met an equal match in his eyes. You practically throw yourself onto him after ripping yourself away from Ningning and Jakes defensive grip on you. Heeseung takes you in his embrace, letting you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face in his chest as if he'd make the whole situation disappear. "Why does my girlfriend look like you guys tried to kill her?" Heeseung humors, barking a laugh that triggers a chain reaction of fake laughs from the rest of you to ease the tension.

"I'll have to take back what I said Y/N, your type never changes" Wonbin tuts, walking over to Heeseung as he sizes him up. "For rebound standards you're not too shabby. How much you deadlift?" Heeseung plants a kiss on the top of your head, hand rubbing your back soothingly with an irritated expression. Soobin has long since hid himself between Ningning and Jake, biting his lip anxiously. "Don't change the topic. Why. Does my girlfriend. Look scared out her mind?" He speaks slowly and condescendingly, making Wonbin left only more amused than before. "I gotta give it to you, out of all these losers this guys the best knock off of me you can get. What's your name big guy?" Heeseungs teeth grit when he's met with the similar patronizing tone, moving you slightly so you're angled to be more behind him than before. "You don't remember me? I'm hurt, really."

Wonbin tilts his head in confusion, eyes narrowing for a second before his eyes turn into saucers, snapping his fingers with his thumb and middle finger while his index points towards the two of you.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! The fat loser got his act together!"

Seunghan opens his mouth to retort but Soobins hand had already covered his mouth before he had the chance. "Fat loser? C'monnn, you know you have better insults. What happened to barcode boy?" "Alright, at first you were funny. Now you're getting on my nerves. I'm here to take back my girl." Wonbin looks expectantly, as if Heeeeung was actually going to just hand you over and walk away.

"You're not entitled to anything. It's your fault you lost her, so leave Y/N alone." Your head curls into the crook of his neck, still silent as a wordless plead for help. He coos at you, glancing back to Wonbin to watch the other man's eye visibly twitch.

"Don't forget she tripped over her own feet running from you to me. The only reason she came back to a pathetic guy like you is because you're my shitty leftovers. You may look the part of a cheap copy of me, but youre an insecure loser on the inside."

Hearing the same words Y/N had said to him at the party had Heeseungs grip softening, his eyes growing wide as his loss of words became more than apparent. It seems as if that also snapped something in you, as you spoke up for the first time since the incident started. "I don't owe you anything.." You mumble, voice just barely speaking level leaving Wonbin to mock you with a laugh. "We had a future together Y/N, nobody could love you more than me. Wake up and come back to me." The confidence you had built up had been shattered, mouth curling into a thin line before Yizhuo walked to speak for you. "That's rich coming from you."

"Get a grip. My brother has treated her better in these past months and you have in the year you were with her. You think Heeseung hasn't changed? Let's look at the guy who drove got knows how far just to what.. stake your claim on your ex?" Your eyes perk up at this, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "How'd you even find me bin.."

"Wasn't hard. I just followed my heart and it let me right to you" He winks, hand on his heart to mock sincerity. He proceeded to laugh at his own joke before taking his phone out and waving it towards you. "Your friends been keeping me updated."

Heeseungs furrowed eyebrows turned into a questioning glance as Yizhuo, who glanced to her brother with equal confusion. It seemed the whole group had one thought in mind: Which friend?

"The one that goes to the same uni as me. I didn't pay attention to her name, I just know she was your friend in highschool too." The rest of the conversation was a blur to you, more stuttering and arguing before Heeseung had picked you up easily (something he had always claimed he could do since you were kids but never proved until now) and the two of you were exiting the scene in the opposite direction of the school.

You had snapped back from zoning out, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as a protective measure as if you were in danger of falling in the first place. "Thank you for saving me back there. And pretending to be my boyfriend.." You muttered, voice so mumbled you weren't even sure if it was an inside or an outside thought. He huffed, adjusting you in his grip without saying anything. The nod of approval he sent you was the response you get, making you only more unsure you even said it out loud.

"What he said about running from you to him... I hope you know it's wrong. Our fight had *nothing* to do with him."

"It's fine."

"I'm not even sure why bin was going on and on about you being my rebound. I mean it was 2 years ago! My friendship with you is the farthest thing from a rebound. If anything he was-"

"I said it was fine."

You pouted, legs swaying back forth as you continued to ramble. "I'm surprised you're being as understanding as you are. I mean bin just comes out of nowhere and-"

"Can you stop calling him that?" You were taken aback, mouth agape as you realize what you had mistaken for calmness was actually frustration. "Hee.."

"I don't care that he wants to make up bs. I knew that was his lame attempts at bullying, but you still calling him a nickname? Weird as fuck."

"I'm sorry, old habits die hard. I hate his guts. The last thing I wanna do is give people the wrong idea."

"And what's the right idea? I forgive you and you never talk to me again?"

Silence falls between the two of you, the only sounds heard being the footsteps as the man holding you walks the long way back to the dorms. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, trying to find the right words to say as you continue to swing your feet. You feel silly for trying to push him away when here he was, fighting your ex for you and sweeping you off your feet to save you. Is this how you were gonna repay him?

"You're right. It's totally unfair to you, but I just need time Hee."

"I can wait. I've known you since I was 7 pretty, I think I can handle a couple of weeks or months."

"Thank you." You softly smiled at that, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "That's for doing a good job pretending to be my boyfriend. We make a convincing couple."

"It's easy when I know you like the back of my hand" He grins back at you.

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synopsis: after a blow-up fight, it was goodbye to your childhood best friends brother. the three of you had always been close, but after heeseung pushed you both out and ran off to college you had to fight your way back into his life.

a/n: we're back! when i said this was a big chapter i was NAWT kidding..

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[astrospunutt]

a faded scar

pairing: dr. thomas stockmann x reader

rating: E for everyone (for now, 18+ later on)

word count: 1.7k

summary: after a bad fall in the forest, you wake up in a stranger’s house injured and confused. little did you know, said stranger was a doctor that majored in being a cutie patootie. will you let him nurse you back to health?

a/n: this is my first time posting on tumblr so i don’t really know what to expect or if anyone will actually read this, and i’m posting it at 9 o’clock in the morning so pretty crazy start to this but we’ll see what happens. i hope you enjoy!

You were just trying to hunt. You lived in a relatively remote area, and food wasn’t easy to come by. You could hike for miles to a local store, which isn’t guaranteed to be open or stocked with nutritional food and leave your open to the risk of an animal attack or dropping ALL of your food a pretty decent distance away from home (Both having happened multiple times before. God.) OR, you could hunt, and find fresh fish and berries and get the rest from your garden.

In the last few months, the second option has been relatively more preferable. It’s significantly harder in the winter, yes, but easier than hiking through miles of thick snow and ice and risking frostbite (Rest in peace to the tip of your pinky <\3).

Life was easy. You sewed, read, farmed, and hunted. Day in and day out. Until the day you fell out of a tree while trying to collect fruit and hit your head on the solid ground below.

The world had never been so dark. Nor painful.

Later, you begin to arise from your injury-driven slumber. Had it been hours, days, weeks? The way your body and head ached, it seemed closer to months. Your eyes hung tired, and the clothes on your body fit looser than they ever had. The bed creaked from the pressure placed on it from you sitting up.

Wait.

The bed? You’re in a bed?

Last time I checked, the woods don’t have beds.

Your eyes, previously weighed down by exhaustion, shot open as if you had just been told something that turned your world upside down. The bedroom surrounding you was peculiar…Sparsely decorated with furniture, and more correctly, filled to the brim with books, texts, and manuscripts, and papers covered with illegible scribble about chemicals you’d never heard of. Sitting up, you place your feet on the ground and brace for the weakness in your legs. The weakness comes in a sudden volt, then in waves. You put on a facade of bravado, then eventually the aches in your body make themselves well known. You estimate that your ankle was sprained at the least, and a severe concussion, if not a skull fracture, at the most. You limp slowly, allowing the weight to shift to your other foot, in order to explore more. Floorboards creaked as you crept around the room, investigating your surroundings and trying to figure out where you are, and who brought you here.

Your question is quickly answered.

A door creaks open slowly, the hinges squealing like a pack of mice in fear.

A male voice rings out, thick with a Norwegian accent.

“Hello? Are you awake?”

A flash of fear, feeling like a bolt of lightning stabbing your back, shoots up your spine. In an instant, you grab the closest thing to you, and launch it towards the general direction of the door. Unbeknownst to you, the object was a thick textbook, and you remember why you stick to guns for hunting and not hand to hand contact. The textbook thuds 4 feet away from the door, and the man in the doorway jumps in shock. He stares at the book, then at you, and retreats.

“Hey, get back here!”

You quickly hobble to the door, shuffling like a penguin, shouting for the person to show themselves.

“Who do you think you are abducting my unconscious body from the goddamn fores-“

You round the corner to see the man, aged and weary, holding his hands up in meager defense.

“Please…let me explain.”

Realizing from his lean arms and frame that he is not much of a threat, you lean onto your strong leg and stare him dead in the eyes with an expectant look.

“Well?”

“Oh! I wasn’t expecting you to agree that quickly. Well, clearly, I found you outside and unconscious. While I don’t know exactly why, I’m sure you can shed light on the occurrence soon. Regardless, I ran back to my home to grab my wheelbarrow to attempt to tote you back. When I returned, animals were poking and prodding at your body, clawing at your skin and trying to eat you! I tried to fend them off, but we both left that scuffle with a few scars,” he starts to chuckle but realizes from your face that the situation was not as comical as he thought.

“Right. I wheeled you back here, and for the last few days I’ve been nursing you back to proper health. I’m so glad to see that you awoken, and able to walk too! I was hoping your injuries weren’t too severe.”

You nod slowly at the strange man, and while he continues prattling on, you evaluate him. Standing at around five feet and nine inches, this weathered man had greyed hair, crows feet, rounded glasses, and smile lines. His eyes were large, and held an unexplainable depth and shine to them.

“-God knows, I could use the company.”

You tune back into his words.

“What do you mean you could use the company?”

“Well…”, his shoulders sink, the shine in his eyes dampening and general demeanor saddening. “My wife passed away not too long ago. It’s going on two years, but it feels like just yesterday I was holding her in my arms. I miss her like a crow misses the wind in its wings. I’ve been alone out here all this time. I suspect you are out here for similar reasons, and if not, then you also value the secluded nature of this area for reasons the same. When you wake up, and hear the birds chirping and wind rustling through the trees, it makes you feel…well it makes you feel like you’ll be okay. If not now then..then soon. Or at some eventual point.”

A weighted tension fills the air. The look on his face is indescribable, but is most closely resemblant of sorrow. Deep seated, heart shattering sorrow.

He jolts back to attention, and tries to lighten the mood.

“But I’m getting ahead of myself. Or behind, considering I just spoke on the past. I’m Dr. Thomas Stockmann. Emphasis on Doctor, in case you held any concerns on the quality of your care or my personal capabilities. I took care of your wounds with the utmost respect! Respect for patient ethics is a focus that all doctors should hold, but I digress.”

You sigh in relief at these words.

“I see. I apologize for being so apprehensive then. Thank you for saving me from everything. I don’t know what happened the day I fell, except for how I was trying to get apples from a tree nearby. The branches must have been weak. You’d think with all my experience in the wilderness I would’ve figured that out before I was 15 feet in the air.”

His face drops suddenly, in shock but also disbelief.

The sudden change in demeanor frightens you.

“What’s wrong?”

“You climbed the apple tree? The one with the hole near the middle? That one was planted millennia ago! It has weakened branches due to years of additional weight from excess fruit causing the wood to warp. I planned to cut it down, at least attempt to, but I didn’t want to lose a staple of the local wooded area.”

“Oh.”, you deadpan.

Suddenly, your leg starts to feel weak. You stumble in the most obvious manner while attempting to keep your balance.

“We should get you back to bed- That is to say, if you want to stay? I know you may not feel the most comfortable staying with a man which you know nothing more than his name.”

You weigh your options. He raises a good point, you know nothing about him. He could be lying about being a doctor and is instead a killer in disguise, waiting for the right moment to strike. But if he was, why would he wait days to kill you? And fully dress and care for your wounds and injuries? Additionally, it’s not as if he’s very…physically capable of attacking you. If you leave, you won’t be able to make it back to your cabin, let alone care for your injuries or afford any medical supplies. Your best chance of survival is to stay with him.

You focus back on his face. He stands there, shoulders slumping slightly but eyes focused on you. There is a look in his eyes that screams he wants you to stay, that he’d want nothing else in life for you to remain here.

“Fine. I’ll stay. But there better not be any funny business, or you’re going to get it,” you say, poking him in the chest.

“Never that, I guarantee. Rest and relaxation all the way. Now let’s get you back to bed, I don’t want you to faint. While you sleep, I’ll make us some dinner, and wake you up when it’s done.”

You jolt at that. You realize within seconds that you truly are the definition of famished.

He feels you jolt, and rushes to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to make enough for you to have more later. You haven’t really ‘eaten’ per se, at least since I found you. Any moments of lucidity you had involved pained moaning and trying to drink the water on your bedside table.”

You both reach the bed, and you sit down on the side and allow for him to lift your legs in and tuck you in gently, making sure you aren’t in any discomfort.

He walks to the door, and before reaching it, turns back to face you.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t make it out of the room before you stop him.

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

You feel embarrassed at your initial reaction and treatment of him, despite everything he’d done for you at this point.

“Thank you. For uh…for everything. I truly don’t know any other person who’d do this for anyone, especially a stranger.”

He smiles at your comment, eyes crinkling upwards. “I’d do it all over again. This is why I became a doctor, my dear. Rest well.”

As the door creaks closed, darkness flooding the room, you slowly fall asleep with thoughts filled with him.