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teenietinytangerine · 4 months ago

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part i. chapter 4. "I want to hear you moan."

THE TRUTH UNTOLD;

pairing: yoongi as a gumiho x oc btvs saein (moodboard) content disclaimer: smut. oral, fingering, both receiving, unprotected sex [don't do that unless you're a mythical creature pls.] note: this is basically an advanced first draft for a larger fic i hope to put on ao3 when it's completed, but i'm documenting how it progresses here and letting you peek. It means it's not as good, not proofread and the story is still woombly, but I hope you can still enjoy. summary: Saein, a Slayer, in her effort to get rid of a Gumiho, Yoongi, trapped him in this realm by accident. After proving himself to be harmless, the Slayer offers herself up to the Fox as nourishment, a bit too willingly might I add, knowing full well he has a special diet (psst: sex, it's sex, he feeds on pleasure). prev > chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3.

"He was close. She could feel it by the way his muscles were twitching, his breathing accelerating. Another attention of hers, the slip of her tongue on a sensitive part longer than the other and it came, what she had been waiting for, no, craving for: a moan.

Yoongi froze, biting his lip to pretend it wasn't his. But there was no denying it.

A lustful moan. His moan, let out against his will, closer to a growl but indistinguishably the melody of a moan nonetheless. In it, she heard the frustration of his loss and yet, equally, a pure relief and the contentment that comes of the releashment of control and self-restraint. Now, she remembered all too clearly why she even wanted it in the first place, and couldn't believe she thought anything less was enough. The thrill of it all, the sound of it all, made a thousand pins and needles ran along her spine."

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Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting down on the floor around the tea table. Her, in nothing but that white tee-shirt he had lended her, him still fully dressed in that fancy black silky outfit.

The night had come down. Saein was slurping on the ramen he had placed in front of her. To her surprise, he was slurping on his as well.

"You can eat that?"

"Of course."

"I just assumed, since you're...," she gestured vaguely towards him. Saein was used to her little bloodsuckers who swore by nothing else but their red "o neg" juice and spat on the rest. Even Taehyung, as sweet as he was, frowned in disgust every time he saw them eat actual food. Nothing that had come from the Hellmouth had share noodles with her before.

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck as he mumbled "It doesn't actually fill me up, but you know, I can still taste it."

"Oh. That's nice."

He swallowed the food and his stare met back hers, amused. "Am I getting a little too human for you?"

Oh boy, after what he had just pulled, he was gonna try to claim she was running away? She held the stare and, with a sly smile, rose her chin, "Actually, I think I might be getting a little too freaky for you."

The word choice made him choke on his noodles.

"What does that mean?"

Saein sighed and put down her cup. "It means... That it's getting late, I've got to start patrolling in an hour. Slayer duties, cemeteries, all that."

The banter in him suddenly extinguished like a cold shower. He plopped back down against the sofa he was using as backrest, his attention suddenly absorbed by his cup.

"Well, I'm not holding you back, you can go," he said with a pout.

"I don't want to go."

He raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

The Slayer munched on her lower lip, without moving a muscle, thinking how to phrase what was on her mind. Eventually, she merely scooched closer, swallowing the distance between them to mere inches.

Her voice mellowed. "I wanna stay, but... If we're gonna keep going, and I want to, 'keep going', but as enjoyable as that was, I'm gonna need some - your cup is empty," she removed the cup from his incredulous hands and put it on the table without a look. "- reciprocity."

"Reciprocity?" The word struggled to come out of his throat, half strangled by the surprise.

"Hm, hm."

Without anything to fiddle with now, all he could do was stare at her in disbelief. Ever since that kiss... Hell, ever since she walked in that door.

"I-, I am giving plenty of reciprocity, I'm the king of reciprocity!" He could not have been more offended, he was a fantastic lover! Being a great lay was his whole shtick, a big part of the whole Gumiho package. It was how he fed! He had made her come twice with his fingers alone not even an hour ago, for crying out loud. He had felt how good she felt, she couldn't have faked that, right? She had a good time, right? The doubt was suddenly eating him inside.

"Great, then I want to hear you moan," she said.

His jaw dropped. How many times had he almost choked while she was calmly staring at him? All he could do was hide the shock behind a half-laugh, half scoff.

"Oh you-, you-"

She smiled. "What? Afraid of losing control, little fox?"

She knew she won the moment a pernicious glint appeared in his outraged and yet burning dark glare. In a flash, he gripped her waist and pulled her on his lap. Holding her against him firmly with one hand in her back, his index was holding her chin up while his eyes filled themselves with a new fire.

"Go on then, Slayer, make me."

Schblam.

Her back cracked open the cabinet as he slammed her into the wall. She barely felt it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on her butt, her back, her hair, everywhere. His mouth on her neck, jaw, lips. Closer, he wants her closer.

They were having a hard time finding their way back to the bed now that they were navigating blind, too busy making out, or more accurately devoring each other, to look up where they were in the room, destroying furniture in the blaze of their fury.

Master of this clumsy waltz, Yoongi had their two braided bodies swirling for a moment in the ether, the ocean of her mane unleashed in the air, only to make them crash again, the plaster wall pressed against her back. She weighed nothing in his arms, but once she had an hold to rest against, she was pulling him to her with the strength no human had.

The fusion of their scattered silhouettes melded with complicit mischief. Her thighs tightened around him to ensure her hold, while she was gripping the nape of his neck, her slender fingers lacing caresses of delicacy and furor at the fluctuating demands of her storming mind.

The tempest of their bodies raged.

In the lovely torpor that had lulled him since she took off that stupid leather jacket, Yoongi uncovered the dephth at which her favors were bewitching. In a world that had only felt like an arrid strange land since his arrival, with the exception of the occasional ice americano, she felt, in this instant, warm and welcoming in an intoxicating way. Almost primal.

Giving up on the bed, the Gumiho pinned her higher against the wall, to make sure her ass wouldn't fall on the ground, and to be able to free one his hand to cup her face and deepen the kiss, slowing it in a decisive pace, guiding it beyond the teasing manners they had kept it at in their hurry, pressing in with a confused-by-how-good-that-felt frown as the flow of her pleasure slowly rose and sizzled and turned into pure blue energy when it slid in his veins.

Saein was drunk on him. It felt like she just took an entire line of vodka shots of pure him in a matter of minutes, and then went to do vaults to make sure it got straight to her head. He felt everywhere, pressing her up with the mere weight of his body, and he felt good. Too good. The promise, the challenge, it was all a distant memory. But not quite forgotten yet. As he imperceptibly went for air for a second, the Slayer got a hold of herself for just long enough to remember.

And bit his bottom lip.

"Not," he shut her up with another, lighter kiss, "holding up," his tongue teased hers, "your end of," she got lost momentarily, shutting herself up for a second, bringing him closer to feast on the lips he was urging on hers so eagerly, moving her up and down at the will of their heavy breathing, until he was the one adventuring himself along her jawline, and down her neck. She could feel his hand holding her partly on her thigh, molding part of her ass in a not-so-innocent way. It would be the easiest thing to lose herself in his touch. To let him lead again. If he can play with that tongue like that everywhere...

But she had other appetites.

Abruptly, she turned his head to bite on his ear, gently pulling on his earrings with her teeth and whispered with menace, "the bargain."

She didn't see his eyes flutter at the sudden touch, nor could have guessed the shiver that had stroke him all the way down. Yoongi escaped it, and her complains, by carrying her to the desk, sitting her down on it brutally, sending papers flying and a lamp crashing down, and started to partake on the nook of her neck while his hands were all over her breast and hips.

"Don't know what you mean."

Fuck, he's good.

Maybe if it hadn't been after the bath, maybe if it hadn't been after that kiss on the bed, maybe if she hadn't need the escapism like a drug, only maybe then it would have been easier to push him off her.

His breath alone was making her delicate skin quiver, her back bent towards his ivory-fleshed torso, so immersed in the hymn of their frenzy, that, one by one, her senses shivered and marvelled.

That's dangerous.

Call it ego, or stupidity, Saein suddenly pushed him off with a kick, sending him two steps away from her.

They stared at each other, still panting. Yoongi, worried for a second that he crossed a line, was looking at her face to figure where her mind was at but all he found was her checking him out shamelessly, still dripping in lust.

His black hair were as messy as could be, falling in curls above his wandering eyes. His shirt was holding on to a thread and revealed the sculpted torso she had starved for, and, lastly, the bulge in his pants had grown in a much promising way.

The sight made her lips stretch in a sly smile. She tilted her head.

"Reciprocity, remember?"

Without letting him answer, she jumped down from the desk and, rising on her tiptoes to reach high enough, grasped the rebellious locks of the ebony ocean of his tousled hair, tugged on the hold to resume the salacious dance of their mouths. Their noses meeting once more, brushing, fleeing, finding each other again, crashing when her top lip was teasing his bottom. Eager mouths learning to savor one another yet never imprisoned.

All the while, she was guiding him with command backwards across the room until his legs gave in under the couch and made him fall on it.

There, in front of him, the divine siren kneeled.

When her fingers ran up along his thighs, he swallowed hard, and she surprised herself at how adorable she found him and his disastrous inability to hide his emotions. That's not what she expected when she got there. Saein had been under the impression that Gumiho would be much more, hm, blasés, about it all, sex being part of their five fruits and vegetables a day type of food pyramid. Every single obvious pleasure wave she rose in him only duplicated ten fold hers.

She was barely brushing over the fabric of his pants up along his inner thigh that he had stopped looking at her, searching some elusive answer on the ceiling, but couldn't hide his shivering.

"Does that feel good?" she said, sheepishly.

He let out a silent protest that felt very much like a how-dare-you-be-right and raised his eyebrows. "Is that your attempt at... recriprocity?" he said, with a lot of aplomb for someone she had now a good view for how aroused he actually was, and would not take her eyes off of it, feeding on her own anticipation.

He was only wearing light black pants, barely a button and a zipper in her way. The silky shirt had already flown away some time during their trip around the living room.

"Is that permission to attempt?" Her fingers slid to mere inches towards the bulge. She knew she was torturing him, and she wouldn't say she didn't take great pleasure in it. It was, after all, a walk in the parc compared to what he did to her (to note: yoongi does not agree with that).

He laughed. "To attempt..." and as he laughed she could see him visibly relax, sinking in the coach a little more with a chucle.

For the second time, the word 'adorable' popped up in her mind. Which she quickly whisked away, what the hell is wrong with you, Saein? There were little of the Gumiho in his demeanor at this moment, and so much of the Yoongi that introduced himself prior to everything. The sweet, a bit confounding but confident Yoongi, the one that had pulled on her heart strings. The one she had now assumed was only the product of the ruse of a clever fox. Don't fall for the trick, not when you already pulled the veil

Yoongi was fighting his own battle. Why wouldn't he let her attempt? What was he so afraid of? Showing weakness? Or ... enjoying himself? Yes, yes, that exactly, answered a little voice from the depth of his subconscious. Truth is, he didn't want to fight it. For once, he wanted to surrender.

He exhales out. "Yeah, yeah it is. Permission."

"Good," she nearly purred.

A swear crossed his lips when he felt her fingers began to remove the barriers of his pants, sliding the zipper down and popping open the button. His pupils widened when she planted a thieving kiss above the elastic waist, and ... started making her way ... back up? Kissing his abdomen, lacing over his hipbone, his chest, and completely disregarding where he thought this was going. Was that disappointment?

Against all of his expectations, her nibbling mouth made her way fast, lingered just enough to lick his jugular, before she found his lips again. Hiding his dismay as much to her as to himself, Yoongi eagerly responded, hoping to fall back on their already established pattern, but this kiss was different.

Saein gave him no ground to stand firm on, no disillusions of chastity or shyness. Her tongue had a will and a purpose, and Yoongi could do nothing but submit to the venereal appetite of it. He was getting properly inebriated on her aphrodisia.

But Saein had not given up.

The moment she felt him lose himself in her again, loosening up in her embrace and familiar territories, her thumb came to tease and eventually replace her kiss. With it, she drew the rim of his lips with the care of an artist carving her own Galatea, her irises coating themselves with a hazy nitescence. His mouth was watering with an ambrosial bewilderment as the touch awakened a million tickles. Content with his response, her nose crashed further into him, her mouth right behind her thumb that she pressed further, beyond the rim of his pearly teeth and coated her digit with his saliva. To have her finger playing gently with his tongue and bottom lip, so vulnerable in between his wolf jaw that he could snap it off her anytime but there was no illusion on who was the submissive party in this instant. How the trust she was lending him only turned into authorisation from his to be molded into anything she wanted to.

She removed her thumb, applying more his saliva on his lips, mimicking another kiss with it before leaning back. Without breaking eye contact - he couldn't have even if he wanted to, completely transfixed on the confidence and playfulness that was oozing from her - she brought her index into her own mouth, carefully licking on it in a evocative movement. Then added the middle one, and the ring finger.

Shiii- The Fox's mind was blank. Nearly drooling. You could say it was fingerlicking good. (sorry)

Entranced, he should have easily guessed what her next step would be but he was still under the remnants of the feeling of her thumb taking hold of him.

Without more ceremony, her prepared fingers traced back down between his legs and slipped under the trousers and underwear she had already opened up in advance. His heated limb welcomed her with a shiver and a proof it had been preparing itself for her, coated in its own moist, moving with a will despite being still half trap in the constraint of the clothes.

The sudden wave of pleasure, relief, and exhilaration collided in a muffled mumble that came near to giving her preemptivaly what she yearned for. And, by the way her smile grew against his mouth, she knew it. Calm down, Min Yoongi.

Under her wandering hands, it didn't take long until she felt his frame tensing to the extreme. Everywhere. And especially where it interested her.

His hands gripped down to the hollow of her back, having reached under the tee-shirt hiding all of her divine curves, while hers were gliding over what they had, by all means, forged and that she finally freed to grow in the open air. The motion of her kiss matched the rhytmic movement she applied on his groin. It seemed that, impervious to the silent battle he was waging with himself, his anatomy had decided to take the lead in a more than demonstrative and virile way as she worked in a lascious manoeuvre.

Already, however, her fingers did not feel enough. Her kiss was becoming sloppy as her attention was elsewhere, and his too. Feeling the growth, even as his soft and moist and hard skin were throwbing between her digits, that was not enough. She wanted to see it. To feel it, differently, fully.

With one last light kiss, she let go. Fell down to her knees and started her descent to the desired spot. It was a mess. She had a mess of him. And it was glorious. It was glorious. Leaking, everywhere, ruining his pants, pink and wide, carved beautifully in purple veins and ornated below with his charged jewels. How could her fingers ever hoped to take care of all of this alone? Well actually, she already had ideas but it would be for another time (another time, Saein? Oh, shut up).

If the Slayer wasn't such an experimented girl, she might have had felt some shyness about how wet her mouth got just looking at this. It didn't escape her, nonetheless, how the appendix had grown even harder at the mere fact she was looking at it, and when her gaze rose to Yoongi's face, it was nowhere to be found, hidden away behind his forearm.

She kissed it, at first, right on the tip. To taste it. The sweet saltiness. Yoongi nigh on growled. Fine, time to end the tease. For both of them. Her fingers laced around the base for stability and her mouth, after drooling on it slightly, tackled the lovely task with great... great skill, it must be said.

Her deep chocolate locks flowing from side to side across her mischievous head as her nimble little hands busied themselves and her lips were redoubling the ardor her fingers had shown.

It is out of a misguided and prideful desire not to crack too soon, and maybe a fear to admit defeat that the Fox was trying his darnest to hold back the sounds of rapture that were rushing in, begging to be released, letting instead a flow of curses escape under his breath. His attempt at hiding the effect she had couldn't dissolve the unreasonable craving taking control of his panting body. On the contrary, every attention on her part heightened his debauchery.

He felt her wet rim slide to the most sensitive places, in a perfect pace, and another expletive escaped from his tongue. How the fuck did he end up here? He felt the grip of her hands, the watery warmth of her swallowing him whole as he threw his head back in abandon. Everything was spinning around him all at once. The ceiling was barely in focus anymore. There was his own pleasure building up, but there were hers as well that was not dying down, as he had expected, only mixing up with his. He was so dizzy he had to close his eyes.

She was feeling his muscles jolting under her touch. His sighs gave cadence to her movements. His body was the perfect indicator of the impact of her caresses on his manhood, guiding her, teaching her unknowingly his weaknesses.

Saein could hardly be more pleased with herself. If only her pretty face was not so busy, she would have the biggest grin to the point she had completely forgotten her original claim, while he was still so focused on it, losing his mind to not concede: to make him moan. The intermittent breathing of his torso formed waves above her, the way she could hear him struggling to contain himself as she continued to take hold of his intimacy was all she needed in her book. She had him squirming and driven crazy. She had already won

At least, that's what she thought until it came.

He was close. She could feel it by the way his muscles were twitching, his breathing accelerating. Another attention of hers, the slip of her tongue on a sensitive part longer than the other and it came, what she had been waiting for, no, craving for: a moan.

Yoongi froze, biting his lip to pretend it wasn't his. But there was no denying it.

As of now, she knew she would only need one or two more back and forths to get him to his paroxysm. She wanted to get him there so badly. She wanted to hear those moans rain in her ears. But before she could enact it, she felt two large hands grab her shoulders and pin her down on the carpet.

His eyes were more predatory than human, lit with a crazed, contagious flame.

"I want you," he groaned.

"Oh, fuck." Me.

He must seem like a wild beast when she looked at him. But her eyes were responding with a similar avidity. Therefore, when she reached for him, the Fox joined her without waiting.

Covering her slender body, he plunged his head into her warm skin. With a few deft movements, he stripped off her of that damn T-shirt, strewing her chest with tormented kisses. His hands ran along her hips and cheeks again, as he nestled in the hollow of her neck, then her breast. He felt the shiver under his roving hands that grabed on the lingerie and pulled it down with such a rush it made the delicacy he had shown in the bathroom seem like another reality.

His shell were covering hers as he nibled on her nipples but not as long as he wished, despite the encouraging whine of the beneficiary. His mind was clouded by another need, quickly descending to place a thousand kisses on her belly, only to reach with victory the hollows of her already wet legs.

Without giving her time to protest, which didn't even graze her mind, he had his head between her thighs, and his tongue on a frenzy quest.

Saein, unlike him, made no effort to hold back any moan. As his tongue began sending her where she was already reaching for a long time now, all of her attempt of control was focused on not coming right here right now, and damn the volume she was showing instead. She would not last long under the furrows of his goddamn, jesus, what the, talented motherfucker, tongue against her.

Her feet crossed behind his back, her thighs resting on his shoulders as he applied himself with devorous passion, only helped otherwise by two crouched fingers in her heat moving in and out, pressing on, exploring what made her tick, and finding many, many tresures, while his other arm was still reaching for her tit, unable to forsake it, playing absent mindlessly with it, driving her crazy by the overstimulation.

Her hips arched in a convulsive movement, ravaged by an unexpected fire, unaccustomed to grazing the seventh heaven in such a brief lapse of time. Too fast, too much. After everything, she didn't know if she could ride another after this. And Saein refused to end it this way.

The moment she felt herself reach too high of a high, and felt him notice it and driving her there, she swiftly escaped, pushing him off.

He looked at her in disbelief, as if she had taken away his food from him. And she kind of did.

"Who's afraid of losing control now?"

"Oh, shut up."

She climbed over him, making him stumble back on his elbows. The assignment was clear the moment she straddled him. Yet, despite all that thirst that were blurrying any other thoughts, he stopped her. "Condom?"

"On the pill."

"I don't contract human diseases."

"Love doing business with you."

Once this little necessity settled, she pushed him back on the floor, forcing him to lie down compltely on his back. She barely gave him time to react, as she angled her pelvis into his hard-on, one hand on his torso for balance, another on his hipbone. They echanged one meaningfull look before Saein impaled herself on him with a lustful swear. His jaw snapped back, his lips parted.

His considerable width deliciously furrowed in her sensitive furnace, throwbing against her twitching walls, filling her up inches after inches until it could no more. Her eyes rolled all the way back when he reached that floor.

For once, they were both in complete agreement of never admitting how they felt in this very moment. More intimate than ever, and yet refusing to even glance in the face of the other by fear of what they might find.

She started moving. With an acute care now that she had fully grasped what she was working with, relaxing and merging into it, trying not to get overboard and melting into how he pressed against all the right spots already, spots that were already teased beyond reason.

Maybe doing this minutes after grazing the orgasm was a mistake.

When she drew back only to move back in, deeper, Yoongi let out a gasp that he stifled by biting his lip. She felt too damn good. As if she was molded for him. Squishing his tender self to its paramount with no care in the world for how she was edging him.

An unstable assemblage of 'I want more' and 'get the fuck over yourself, Min Yoongi.' It's a mess in his head. Between his thighs. In his chest. And those ecstatic sighs she was letting out. And so did he.

He who thought he'd take, is taken. He knew he had lost control, and he didn't care. Sort of. Certainly not right now.

All egos had melted away in the blazing of their desire that only rose, and rose, and rose. With a low moan, he accompanied her languorous movements, as her face contorted, his hands gripping her waist, by lifting his pelvis and filling her up with a quick and strong thrust as deep as she could take him and watched her whiper under it with delight.

The last remnants of his decline slowly cracked as he let himself be swept away, as she pressed back and forth, taking her revenge in his own voice cracking now that he ne longer attempted to control it. The only reason they both didn't immediately came was this competition on who will crack first.

Taking advantage of a second of weakness on her part, Yoongi reversed the role in a grunt and flipped her over on the rug. On the next thrust, he leaned over her, kissing her, and swaying her finely crafted figure back. One hand planted in the floor by her head, he accelerating his desperate, raging thrusts. The longer he went on, the less suave he became. More aggressive. More relentless.

He waited for her to plunge first, he was The Gumiho after all. He had his pride. He heard the sounds of pleasure pressing through her throat faster and faster. His skin slapping against hers barely audible among her exclamations, as a litany of fuck fuck fuck fuck escaped her. The orgasm took her the second the dam she had been holding with all her strenght breached and crumbled. It only took his teeth grapping over her bottom lip to let it all go in a huge wave, and the culmination of all her overheating senses to curl her toes all the way to the seventh heaven. Saein could swear she saw angels and bells there.

Over her, he was gripping his knuckles white on the low table as her pleasure morphed into energy, once again, and had steadily grown as if it was electricity, wave by wave, suddenly flew in his skin like a thunderbolt, knocking the air out of him. What she felt, he felt. On top of what he was already fighting against. There was no sense resisting anymore. All the ebullition that had built in him bursted into her welcoming heat. Yoongi came in her, with only enough common sense not to crash down in her while poured himself with abandonment, ferosity and solace until it hurt to stay there.

He collapsed at her side. His hair stuck on his sweaty forehead, his pant still around one ankle, and incredibly, extraordinarily full.

Her strength left her the moment the orgasm calmed down in what she could only describe as peaceful quiet. It had been the first time in months that she did not think about monsters and end of the world matters. Her mind was completely free, only concerned with the ecstasy over her sweaty body. She could get used to this.

For a while, they just stood there, on the soiled carpet, staring at the ceiling, while their breathing steadied and sweaty beyond belief.

"So... Did it work?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you feed?"

She turned her glowing face to him. He found the detail of the carpentry fascinating. "Hm, hm," he confirmed. Oh, did he feed.

"Really? I didn't feel anything," she sounded disappointed as she perked up on a elbow. He looked tired, glowing, content, although also a little abashed, avoiding her gaze. Flushed and human, but she wouldn't dare say that. "So, are you like, full?"

"I am..." He smacked his lips with his tongue before slowly grinning. "For now."

author's note: i can't believe i'm done with the first part, finally. I'm thinking of actually exploring this relationship in a proper fanfic format, actually telling their story and the rest of the gang's. Please let me know if that's smt you'd like to read. My mps are open and it would mean the world. In any case, thank you so much if you made it all the way here! You're the best!

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stumachersfavoritegirl · 2 years ago

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His Favorite Girl <3

Stu Macher x Reader

Disclaimer: The use of Y/N pertains to you inserting your own name. The main character in the story is you, but you just have a a different description. Imagination is fun girlies ;3 I also deeply apologize for the late post, life has been very stressful for me right now and whenever it becomes overwhelming, it's hard for me to think about anything else, which includes "My Favorite Girl" but, don't worry, I'll still be posting it because it's definitely a solitude for me. But, I won't be giving a schedule for it anymore because I feel like that ruins the trust between me and you guys <3 Thank you for understanding and enjoy!

Chapter 2: D-dont...you walk away from me

I tap my pencil on the desk repetitively, anxiously waiting one more minute before the final bell of the day rings. I'm biting my lip as my thoughts race, it's becoming a reality and not another dream my mind thought up. Stu Macher is actually going to the Brew to meet me, and no one else. Not Tatum, Billy, his friend group, me. I've never felt this special before, it was a feeling I didn't want to end. I've never had a boy be vulnerable with me about how they felt, let alone about me. I mean, just yesterday I was a nobody to him. Now, he's meeting me in janitors closest alone, saying my name, thinking about my breast? I mean, holy fuck! Who am I right now that Stu Macher knows me, likes me, wants...me? It's almost overwhelming, the feeling of being wanted by someone you'd never thought you'd have for years. It's too unbearable actually, almost... too good to be true. My thoughts are cut off by the final bell, and I sigh as I finally gather my notebooks in my backpack. A smile uncontrollably forms on my face, as I imagine him looking at me in awe as he walks into the brew. Me sitting there with my hair down, no glasses, skinny jeans and an old tank top of my moms that she doesn't know I took...what? Desperate times call for desperate measures. Probably some cashmere sweater my mom has in her closet too, so my chubby arms can still be covered, while my cleavage is basically full frontal. I blush as I sling my backpack over my shoulder, beginning to exit the classroom. I wonder if he'll be wearing the same thing, or maybe he'll change like me. I wonder if we'll only talk about school work, or maybe we'll talk about us. I've been dying to ever since the janitors closet. All those things he said, what did it mean? My minds been racing since. I still can't believe he was looking at me like that, his pupils were so dilated, I felt like I was staring into his soul looking into them. I make my way into the hallway and walk towards the exit of the school with everyone else. Students begin to scream however, and everyones voices combined grows too loud, ruining my thought process. I roll my eyes, reaching for my cassette player and headphones in my backpack. I grab it, zipping my bag closed, when I look up and see Billy Loomis. He walks pasts me and our eyes meet before he looks away and chuckles, covering his mouth. I furrow my brows as he pasts me, looking down as I rest my headphones on my head. What was that look about? I drag my fingers across my face, trying to pinpoint any food residue on it. When I feel nothing, I reach for my hair, running my fingers through it. Hmph, nothing stuck in it. I let my tongue linger over my front teeth to feel any food stuck in between. But when I feel nothing, my face scrunches together. What could he have been laughing at? I roll my eyes as I exit the building, pressing play on my cassette player as I walk down the school entryway stairs. As I put my cassette player away, I see Tatum and Stu again. His arms are wrapped around her shoulder as a pre rolled blunt rests in his hand. His other hand is flailing around as he talks to Tatum, and she walks beside him with a lollipop in her mouth, toying with it using her tongue.

He looks down and sees this, and he bends down to lick her lollipop. She scoffs, preparing to pluck him in the head with it. He takes off before she can though, and she follows him as she screams out, laughing "Asshole!" He giddily laughs as he runs away, shockingly in my direction. My eyes widen as I see them approach me, and I swallow as I press my lips together. I subtly look up to meet his gaze as he passes me, and he doesn't even look at me. He continues to laugh as he runs by, his smell washing over me again and my knees almost buckle. She runs after him, towards me and her eyes throw daggers at mine. I quickly look away from her, but she makes a note to bump my shoulder as she passes me. I sigh as I rub my shoulder, rolling my eyes. I've literally never hated someone more. I turn to look at them , and he runs back into the building as she's close in pursuit, yelling after him. I shake my head in disbelief as I face forward and continue walking home. Why didn't he look at me? I mean, how could he go from standing over me...confessing his feelings for me, being completely vulnerable with me, to running past me, not even looking in my direction? That was really really weird, and a knot forms in my stomach, trying to depict what it meant.

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As I open the door to the Brew, I look at the clock inside, 4:00 on the dot. I smile to myself as I look around, trying to find his piercing blue eyes. When I don't see them however, I walk to the nearest table, placing my backpack and cassette player on the table before I take a seat. I tuck my wild curls behind my ears, looking around again, dreading that I didn't bring my glasses for emergency purposes. I feel a slight breeze and cover my exposed cleavage with my mothers cashmere sweater, snapping my neck towards the door. It's an older couple, both with canes, laughing as they walk in together. I smile as I look down, feeling as though I'm invading there privacy by staring. I continue to smile as I imagine that being me and Stu eventually. I shake the thought though, and as the breeze continues I decide to grab a small coffee as I wait for him. Looking at the clock again as I get up, it's 4:04. I figured he'd get here before me to see if I was on time or not. I try to calm down though, as I tell myself it's literally only been 4 minutes. Even if it were 10, did I really even expect Stu Macher to show up on time to discuss school work? Granted, he asked, but he never really seemed like the academic type. I kinda liked that about him though, his carefree spirit. He never seemed to let anything bother him, even a bad grade or detention 4 nights in a row. He just kinda, went with the flow of life, something I always admired about him. Something that always made me drawn to him. As I reach the counter, I pull out $1.05 to pay when I feel a sharp breeze from the door again. As I turn to look, I notice it's one of the kids from my school. His hairs blonde and spikey almost, his big brown eyes sweep the crowd of the Brew until they land on mine. I think I've seen him in science class a few times, other times he's blatantly skipping. I flash a friendly smile his way, but he doesn't return one. He quickly looks away as he heads to sit down. I feel like everyone is acting so weird towards me today, and I straighten my squished eyebrows as I approach the register to order.

As I wait for them to make it, I look in his direction and see him sit by the chair next to me. I face forward to grab my small coffee, and head back to my seat. Our eyes meet again, and he quickly averts his again, while pulling out school supplies. I place my coffee on the table as I sit back down, scratching the back of my neck as I continue to look around for Stus tall frame and brunette short hair. I take a quick sip from the coffee, sighing as I pull out my school supplies. I'll just get everything ready for his arrival, maybe I should've gotten him a coffee too? I mentally face palm myself as I pull all my English notes and Algebra textbooks out, pulling out two pencils, two Crayola highlighters, and a Hewlett Packard calculator. I align everything on the desk neatly to pass time, glancing at the clock again. 4:10 now...sheesh, I mind as well have took an extra 10 minutes to do my makeup. I could've used a wand of mascara, my eyes couldn't be more squinted from the lack of sleep I've been experiencing lately. I keep having repeated nightmares of Stu rejecting me in front of the whole school in the cafeteria after realizing I've had a crush on him since Sophomore year. He tells me that, "He'd never like a weird, fat, and boring loser like me. Not even in my dreams." and then as soon as the entire cafeteria erupts with laughter, I'm always startled awake by my alarm clock, covered in sweat, gasping for air, and on the verge of pissing myself from embarrassment. His words will always echo in my head shortly after I'm awake, and they almost begin to echo now, as doubt fills my mind. Why is he so late? But, I shake the thought though, pursing my lips together as I take another glance at the door. Any minute now, he'll walk in. He'll be sweating from running to make it on time, our eyes will meet as he swings open the door, and he'll flash me a sly grin before walking towards me. I'll probably blush and look away, wondering why I was so nervous about this afternoon. Any minute...

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10 minutes turns to 3 hours, and before I know it, I'm rolling my eyes as I witness another person walk into the Brew that isn't him . Wow, if this isn't straight out of my regular scheduled nightmares, then I don't know what would be. Stu Macher completely just stood me up. This isn't even a date, which makes it worse! I'm literally just supposed to be helping him study, and he couldn't even show up for that? I fight the tears threatening to pour out my eyes as I begin to pack my supplies, aggressively throwing them in my backpack as I mumble to myself. "Fucking prick. How dare he act like that towards me? Like he had the biggest infatuation with me for months, then stand me up only a few hours later. How could he? I mean, what did I ever even do to him? What have I ever even done to anybody? I'm one of the nicest people at that school, I deserve to at least be treated like a person. I mean, at least-" as I get up, slinging my backpack over my shoulder in a huff, my eyes lock with the boy from school again. He's almost looking at me worried, but this time, there's too much rage in me to avert my eyes. This time, I stare directly back at him. "What the fuck are you looking at?" I yell aloud, and his eyes widen before he looks back down at his textbook.

The whole Brew flashes their heads at me, and feeling embarrassed by my outburst but too angry to show it, I completely storm out, swinging the door open and letting it hit the wall behind it. It starts to rain as I walk home, which makes me even more livid. I stomp my way down the street as I continue to mumble more curse words amongst myself. "This is exactly what I get for ever thinking a guy like Stu Macher could ever have any interest in me. I should've known everything was too good to be true! He's never even looked in your direction until today, but had the nerve to have me believe he had some type of serious interest in me? I mean, he couldn't even look at me on school grounds a few hours ago! As soon as I noticed that, I should've made the decision to never come. That was literally the biggest sign I could've seen, that he isn't actually into me. This must just be some sort of game, this has to be. He told me not to be late, just to never show? Who am I even kidding? Why did I ever expect another outcome? This isn't a fairytale Y/n. I'm a loser, he's popular. Our worlds don't even mix. " The rage fills my throat, and I scream aloud, letting all the anger, sadness, pain, and rejection I feel out into the rain. Fuck Stu Macher, Fuck Woodsboro High, fuck everyone! I'm sick of being the nice, quite, good girl. I'm so sick of being everyones target for an easy ego boost, for sadism, for the next human joke. It's my turn to be a fucking asshole.

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As I walk along the school grounds, I notice news anchors scattered everywhere. It's 7:50 am as I rush to my first class, walking by each of them as I listen "-are doing drugs they buy in the classroom. And that they're involved in the occult..."

“Occult?”

"The small town of Woodsboro, California was devasted last night when two young teenagers were brutally murdered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest have been made and the murderer could strike again."

My eyes widen as I continue to look around, noticing every student is paired up with someone. All of them talking amongst themselves. All of their faces, were plastered with worry…with fear. I overhear a few of them as I pass by. "Oh my gosh, I had social studies with Casey."

"-Steve was one of the best football players on our team. What are we gonna do about next weeks game-"

"I heard, they found Casey gutted like a fish. Hung up by her own intestines!"

"I heard they found Steve and Casey chopped into pieces with their body parts scattered all over her house."

I furrow my brows as I continue into the school building, resting my headphones back on my head to drown everyone out as I process everything. I think… Casey Becker and Steve Orlin are dead! I can't believe another murder happened in Woodsboro. We all kinda assumed it would stop after Cotton Weary was arrested. What happened to Mrs. Prescott was horrific and everyone was relieved when he was issued the death penalty. But now, it looks like there still may be a murderer amongst us. I enter English class at 8:00 on the dot, but this time, Mr. Tate doesn't bark at me. He doesn't even raise his head to acknowledge me. I quickly make way for my seat, when I notice Stu Macher isn't in his. I quickly hang my backpack over my seat, pulling out all of my supplies and placing them on my desk before I sit down. I look around at everyone, noticing how silent it is. Usually people would be talking, loudly listening to music, passing notes, laughing amongst each other. But this time, it was different. You could feel the death, the darkness everywhere you looked. I sigh deeply as I face forward, opening my textbook when I notice a post it note sticking out of one of the pages. I flip to the page, dragging my fingers along the familiar messy red thick ink as I read.

"I couldn't make it to the Brew, but I need want to see you before lunch today. I need I'd like to talk to you. It's important to me. Be at our spot by 11:55."

First of all, the audacity! He had me wait 3 hours for him, just for him to not show, and he really thinks I'm gonna show up for him now that he “wants to see me”? I scoff as a chuckle sneaks up and out of my throat. Prick. I should have him wait there for me for an entire hour. I should have him feel exactly the way I felt last night, stranded and abandoned. I rip the post it note into small pieces, allowing each piece to cover my desk and the ground below me, not caring if it's drawing attention. I start to care however, when I notice Stu walk into class. "I know I'm late Mr. Tate. The news anchors are crowding the whole entryway! I almost got tackled to the ground just for a simple little interview." He says, chuckling as he walks backwards to his desk. "Mr. Macher, please quietly take a seat. Some students are trying to mourn in peace." Mr. Tate motions his hand to the crowd of students sitting down, all pouting, staring at a wall or out the window. Stu shrinks into his shoulders as he grits his teeth, mouthing an "oops..." as he pretends to tip toe to his desk. When he passes mine, he looks down at the post it puddle I've left scattered around for anyone to see. He almost stops in his tracks, and our eyes meet. He furrows his brows almost, and smiles like he's accepting a challenge, but I stare back at him angrily, my eyes read that there's no game being played on my end. He quickly squints at me, almost like he's trying to figure out a puzzle, before he continues his way to his seat. I listen as he drags out his chair loudly, plopping into it. I slightly turn my head to look at him, and he’s staring at me so hard, I almost melt right into my seat. I quickly face forward again, swallowing as I tap my pencil on the desk silently. Damn, I definitely didn’t mean for him to see that. I thought he was skipping class today…I mentally face palm myself as I bite my lip, tapping my pencil faster as my anxiety builds. Holy shit, what if that ruined everything? What if he thinks I hate him now? What if he doesn’t wanna talk to me anymore because he thinks I tried to embarrass him by ripping up the post it? What if he-wait, fuck him.

I almost forgot I’m angry at him, in fear that he was angry at me. But I don’t want to be fearful of that. Good riddance he saw it, maybe he’ll leave me alone. Maybe, he’ll finally stop taunting me with his modelesque good looks, bright blue eyes and lean muscular frame. Maybe, he won’t want to torture me with being fake study buddies anymore to boost his already inflated ego. Maybe- “Ms. Y/n. I just told Mr.Macher to keep quiet for the sake of everyone else! What makes you any different?” I taste blood as I stop biting my lip, realizing I’m tapping my pencil on the desk so loud it’s drawing everyone’s attention, including Stu. I purse my lips together as I sink into my seat, looking around and locking eyes with Stu again. He’s grilling me at this point, and feeling rather impudent, I dramatically roll my eyes as I sweep the rest of the post it pieces onto the floor. I rest my head on my hand as I sigh softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as a student comes in, handing Mr. Tate a piece of paper. The whole class faces forward, and everyone’s attention is drawn to Mr. Tate. “Kaitlin Bennett, the principals office for questioning.” Everyone turns towards her, and she stands up flustered as she walks towards the exit. I rub the back of my neck, feeling as though it’s burning, and I look behind me to face Stu again, who's still looking at me, sneering. I face forward and watch the girl shimmy past all the students sitting, throwing a small smile at Mr.Tate before she and the other student exit the room. I look down at my textbook again, deciding to just study for my english exam this week. I adjust my glasses as I continue to read, but with everything going on, I easily get distracted. Why did they call that girl to the office for questioning? Do they think she did it? She doesn't look like she'd kill anyone, let alone two. I heard a lot of people saying the crime scene was pretty brutal, no way she did that.

I raise my brows, trying to get back to my english work when suddenly the student behind me passes me a note from under my arm. I slightly jump, never receiving a note in class, I'm startled by the sudden gesture. I quickly turn around, but the student behind me is buried in a Harry Potter Novel. Understanding the concentration that kind of book takes, I quickly face forward, not wanting to interrupt them. I sigh before opening the letter, recognizing the bold sloppy red ink by now,

"See me at our spot after class. Walk there before me, I'll be behind you. I need to talk."

I roll my eyes as I close the note. Jesus, someone is persistent. I crumble the note into a ball before tossing it onto the floor. I refuse to give him any satisfactory communication today after yesterday. I refuse to give into the daze of Stu Macher. I refuse. I hear someone clear their throat behind me, but I don't turn around, expecting our eye contact to turn me into stone.

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The bell finally rings, and I quietly close my textbook to avoid more eyes on me this period. I gather all my books in my arms as I stand up, grabbing my backpack to place it on my desk. I open it, throwing all my books and school utensils inside before zipping it closed, and tossing it over my shoulder. I exit the classroom, and as I walk around, I notice almost everyone is either mourning, or gossiping about how crazy this recent murder was. Especially after last years. You can tell some of them were Casey or Steves friends, while others are just excited that something is going on to talk about. I look down as I continue towards my locker, when suddenly, I feel someone grab my arm, hard and almost yank me forward. I look up to protest, and it's Stu. "Don't draw attention..." he says with a suggestive tone, and obviously fake smile plastered across his face. "...just walk." I obey, afraid of any retaliation if I didn't, and I walk beside him. We walk past my next class and down the janitors corridor. A few eyes glare at us, but none linger for too long. I think everyones just too focused on the murders to care about regular school gossip. I should be too, but how can I ignore something like this?

He's everywhere to me but almost no where at the same time, it's almost impossible to not think about him for a second. We enter the same janitors closet we were in before, he leads me in with one hand before looking both ways and entering behind me. The rooms dark again, and I feel completely vulnerable just standing in the middle of it. He closes the door behind him, and I hear him slightly groan before he turns the light on, turning around to face me. I'm completely flustered again while I stare up at him, and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I whimper beneath him. "Y/n..." he speaks to me softly, almost singing my name. He backs me up against a wall, and leans his hand against it, towering over me. My knees almost buckle from the music in my ears. My name coming out his mouth is almost dreamlike, and I pinch my thigh to make sure everything is real. "I know you made it on time to the Brew yesterday. I like that, you listen." he says, smirking as he gestures at me with his index finger. He taps me in my chest before letting it drag down my cleavage, past my belly, and almost at my pelvis.

"But, unfortunately I couldn't make it due to that little rumor you spread of us. I mean, Tatum was pretty pissed. A lot of things are out of my control when her rage is involved." He taunts me with this, playing with a loose strand of my hair in his fingers as he maintains eye contact with me, the slyest grin on his face. " I mean..." he pushes himself off the wall, stepping away from me as he begins to circle the room. "I know you've had feelings for me for some time now, but maybe I should've emphasized how much secrecy would be important in this situation." He completely faces me now, "I thought, maybe I'd be able to trust you?" His question sounds almost threatening, but a frown is plastered across his face, and his eyes are soft as he continues to look at me. "It wasn't m-me Stu. I-I would never discuss anything w-we do to anyone, I mean, I d-don't speak to a lot of people here."

"Then who do you speak to?" His demeanor hardens now. He looks me up and down, almost like he's trying to read me, "I mean, n-not really a-anybody. No one. I swear." I find myself being awfully eager to please him, and I loosen my shoulders as the last word leaves my mouth. He sucks in his breathe before mumbling a small, "mmm" placing his hand on his chin as he says it, almost smiling before he says, “I had a good feeling I could trust you then.” He’s smirking as he says this, and anger begins to boil inside of me. How can he even accuse me of being untrustworthy, when just yesterday he left me waiting for him in a Brew, alone for 3 hours! How could he even sit here and stare at me like I'm the problem here? "W-what about me?" I manage to spew out, almost in a whisper, but he hears me. He begins to slowly walk towards me, "What about you?" he asks me, leaning back against the wall over me. I hesitate at first, scared of where this could go, but he grabs my cheeks with his right hand, lifting my face up to look at him. "Speak." His face is inches from mine, and I close my eyes. Moaning silently as I bite my lip, wishing he'd just kiss me already and forget about fucking Tatum. I open my eyes before I continue, completely flustered at his domineering demeanor towards me.

"I thought I could t-t-rust you last night, you left me stranded there alone for 3 hours. It was so emba-"

"You waited for me for 3 hours? " He snorts almost, and my face burns completely as it forms a snarl, gritting my teeth before I mutter, "fuck you." I begin to push past him.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it huh? Hey!”

Before I can exit the room, he grabs my arm, hard. I wince at the pain and franticly look up at him, shocked at the sudden aggression. "D-dont...you walk away from me." He says, calmy. His eyes are closed as he says it, but he opens them to look at me, his smile is gone and his stare leaves my heart pounding out of my chest. I swallow as I look back up at him, and he swings me back up against the wall before grabbing both my shoulders. "I'm...sorry. OK. I should've let you know somehow that I couldn't make it. That was on me, that was my fuck up." He maintains eye contact with me the whole time as he says this, sweat beads begin to form on his forehead and his lips are almost dripping with spit. "Just...don't-walk away from me. We aren't done talking." His head is slightly tilted to the side, but he slowly lets go of my shoulders before he begins to run his hands along my arms. "Now, let's make this date happen, huh? Tonight's not a good night for me unfortunately..." he says, tilting his head to the side as he grits his teeth and widens his eyes, but he smirks as he continues.

"...but tomorrow, after school ofcourse, we can meet. Finally. Let's say, your house around 9." I purse my lips, wanting to protest at the time stated but too afraid for his reaction. "Be a good girl and agree...right?" He says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip as he gently nods his head, waiting for me to do the same. I slowly nod my head as my lip quivers. "Good." He slowly inhales as he drags his finger down my lip, to my chin and down my throat. He lets it trail along my collar bone before he leans in, I feel his breathe against my neck as he rests his hand on my shoulder . "I'll make sure to make it up to you tomorrow night." His breathe lingers against my ear, and I close my eyes before accidently moaning aloud. I quickly open my eyes as I purse my lips together, and my heart begins to beat through my chest and out my ass. I quickly clear my throat as I look down, and he backs up before chuckling slightly. "Don't feel the need to hide that later on, ok?" He says, smirking as he bites his lip, exiting the room. I'm left standing there alone again in a puddle of my own juices. Could he be anymore of a tease? I take my hair out its ponytail, as I migraine attacks my skull. Why does he have to be so confusing? And why am I so turned on by it? I run my fingers through my hair, replaying the entire moment. It was supposed to be a moment of power for me, but instead I surrendered to him, just as Tatum did yesterday. But, it's almost like I couldn't resist him, like I had to obey him. Who am I kidding? Why even spend this entire experience being upset with him over one small accident, when I could instead enjoy this entire moment in it's glory?

Stu Macher was finally speaking to me and there was no way I was letting one little form of miscommunication get in the way of this ecstasy ride. I mean, whatever time was wasted yesterday will be made up tomorrow night, right? I inhale sharply as I run my hands over my face, squinting my eyes together as I swallow. Ok, get it together. I take one last breathe in, before exiting the janitors closet. As I enter the school hallway, I realize I meant to tell him my address. Shit, then my parents will be home...I sigh, realizing this might not go as dreamlike as I hoped it would. The late bell rings and I pick up my pace as I head to my next class, I have to figure out a way to get my address to him, I have to make tomorrow night happen, I have to finally spend time with him. I mentally face palm, angry at how flustered I was in the moment that I didn't even tell him my address. How could I let that important piece of information slide? Ok, I have the rest of this school day and tomorrow to get my address to him. It has to happen, not matter what, there can't be another miscommunication that gets in the way of us. That gets in the way of my future.

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lenaboskow · 7 months ago

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gay!eddie is happening in the near future, a post brought to you by someone who spends way too much time dissecting queer media (and usually ends up being at least half right)

bear with me, it's a long one under the cut

i have a longer, more scene specific post that i will finish during the break if nothing happens tonight but i am a full believer that eddie's big arc this season (or next season, depending) is that the reason none of his past relationships worked out is because he's gay (not bi, gay)

disclaimers: i fully believe eddie loved shannon, just not the way he wanted to. you can also be gay and still enjoy heterosexual sex. sometimes sex really is just sex. this post is purely about romantic attraction.

I also tried to leave as much out about buck as possible (though that's hard, the man is obviously an integral part of his life) because gay!eddie diaz will happen no matter if buddie is endgame, and people need to realize that. their sexualities are more than just about each other.

anyways, on to the post-

it's canon that eddie will put christopher first when it comes to deciding relationships, and i think we first see that with shannon. rewatching season 2, i didn't get the impression that he wanted a romantic relationship with her, but he wanted her back in his son's life, and to eddie, those two go hand in hand.

and, if we're being honest, i think eddie's habit of putting other people first is the whole reason he got with shannon, because his family taught him that he was supposed to find a nice girl and settle down. who better to do that with than his best friend? my theory is further proven when shannon gets pregnant and eddie marries her out of a sense of duty, and then immediately ships off to afghanistan under the pretense of "providing" (and isn't it something that he picks a profession where he'll be away from his family for months at a time)

the only reason eddie returned is because of the helicopter crash, to which shannon immediately started talking about moving to california. while i believe that wanting to rest after the crash could be part of the reason he was hesitant, i think there was also a fear of what would happen when he was no longer near his family he was trying to please.

of course, eddie eventually moves to la after getting a job offer from both lafd and chicago. carla mentions that it is only thirty minutes from shannon, and while that could be because he wanted to reconcile, i think it was more to do with wanting to have his son's mother near. that, and lafd is the best in the world (according to eddie)

eddie only kisses shannon in 2x07 after she does her family interview for the school. this specific fact coupled with the absence of the eddie diaz heart eyes™️ (which, despite his closing off at the beginning of the series, we'd already seen in 2x01 when he and buck call truce) makes me believe he realized he could trust her and wanted her back in his son's life, and the way to do that was to get back together.

"but they hid their relationship for a while" eddie was still scared. comphet is a real thing, and causes people to act on things they necessarily don't want. i believe he pursued a romantic relationship with shannon because that's what she wanted, and if he kept her happy, she wouldn't leave again. this is why i wish we could've seen divorced shannon/eddie instead of her dying immediately, and i wonder if maybe it would've sped up the whole deconstruction process for him.

the next time eddie dates, it's with ana. on paper, ana is the perfect wife for him. she's a teacher, knows how to handle kids, is latina, the whole package. eddie tries so hard to make it work, that it actually does, and this causes him to panic. both carla and buck tell eddie not to take just chris into consideration, but to make sure he wants it too, and after some time, he breaks it off with her. the way ana reacted to the breakup makes me wonder if she could also sense the reason for the breakup.

marisol is where it starts to get tricky, but i feel like we've seen enough (or not enough) in these four episodes to piece some information together. chris is the one who encourages eddie to call her, and that makes me wonder if that's the reason they're still together. before the promo of the bucktommy date eddie and marisol crash, we only got two mentions of marisol, and both times was in relation to her helping with chris. at this point, eddie has spent more time with tommy than he has with marisol, as far as we're aware.

the synopsis of tonight's ep says that eddie and marisol "take a closer look at their relationship" and given that we haven't seen much of them on screen, it makes me wonder what this could be about. does it maybe have something to do with them crashing the bucktommy date?

obviously, i wouldn't be mad if eddie turned out to be bi. however, to me, all of his relationships seem be a big case of comphet. speaking from experience, as someone who's pursued relationships with men purely because that's what i was expected to do, not because i actually wanted to be with them. and just like eddie, there was a time where if my best friend (who was of the opposite gender) had asked me out, I would've said yes and married him had it come to that, because it would've made my family happy. i've gotten to a point where i don't care what my conservative family thinks or wants, and i truly believe that this season, we'll see eddie get to that place to.

if you've made it this far, thank you for listening, and here's to hoping we get gay!eddie tonight.

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higuchisora · 7 months ago

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As mentioned before, I'll be sharing my top 10 anime characters that could solo my beloved sweet baby boy Binghe. This is both serious and not at all serious. Disclaimer: I love him, he's my good son, but he also needs some competition to keep his head nice and deflated. I'm sticking with 1 character per show to keep things fresh. Also "anime" is a... loosely used term here lmao. Also also, manga/LN spoilers ahead for some shows.

Without further ado (and in no particular order):

10. Uzumaki Naruto (and friends)

Definitely the most obvious so I'm putting it first. Honestly the Naruto cast could've had its own top 10, but rules are rules. That Talk No Jutsu is fucking lethal. If he couldn't TedTalk Binghe into a reluctant friendship, he'd rock his shit first and THEN befriend him. Without so much as a filler episode.

I'm of the mind that any Kage-level character could wipe the floor with my son, Mano y Mano. But even a solid jonin team would have some serious hands for him.

9. Saitama from One Punch Man

I haven't watched the full thing, but ending careers with 1 punch is literally his job, so I'm taking this one on good faith that he'd also be fast enough to catch Binghe at all.

8. Yoriichi from Demon Slayer

The only thing that could defeat this man was his own sadness. He'd clap TLJ and then come for Binghe without so much as a snack break.

7. Hua Cheng from TGCF (yes I know it's a donghua shut up)

Call me biased, I don't care. Hua Cheng would obliterate this man without even thinking about it. He'd laugh, too, because he's an asshole. And then go home to bang Xie Lian.

6. Rimuru from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

I don't like this man or this show. But no one can tell me he wouldn't just. Eat Binghe. Like full vore, as is canon of his abilities. He's done it with physically larger targets and succeeded, he could do it for some pretty boy. Binghe wouldn't even be the first demon king he's fought.

5. Aang from The Last Airbender

I SAID WHAT I SAID. Specifically in his Avatar State, I firmly believe he'd clap Binghe if led to believe it was absolutely necessary. Like the literal world ending. He exorcised a man when he was 12, I think Aang at his peak could handle an emo boy in need of an exorcism.

4. Saiki Kusuo from the Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

He'd dust Binghe out of existence before homie even knew what hit him. Argue with the wall.

3. Yumiella Dolkness from Villainess Level 99

I don't even really like her, but considering she's taken on a demon king of her own before, and is capable of making black holes big enough to swallow cities without breaking a sweat, she'll at least be a worthy opponent.

2. Kumoko/D from So I'm a Spider, So What?

Literally a god. The world-ending kind, and that's when she's being chill about it. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she ended up being in control of the System tormenting poor SQQ and SQH. She's not as advanced in the anime, but in the light novel ending a world is literally light work. She's done it before and she'll do it again.

1. Mash Burnedead from Mashle

I haven't even caught up 100% with this show but I don't care. It doesn't even matter that Mash can't do magic. Actually, it's precisely BECAUSE he can't do magic that I firmly believe he deserves a place on this list because that just means this human dude is just Built Different. Binghe would throw a bunch of spiritual/demonic energy attacks at him and Mash would just bitch slap it out of the way. And then bitch slap Binghe. Worst part is that he wouldn't even realize they're fighting for real, which would permanently ruin Binghe's self esteem, IMO.

Honorable mentions:

Gabimaru from Hell's Paradise

I don't think he COULDN'T take Binghe on, just that it's unlikely he'd survive, honestly. Cultivation is real in their world kinda, and from what I've watched he's not yet capable of taking one on by himself 100%. But he's tenacious and skilled, so he'd at least get a few good ones in before Binghe smokes him. With a good crew and a battle plan, he'd be able to lock an average Binghe under a mountain.

Sailor Moon

The only reason she isn't on top 10 is because I'm not confident in her ability to take hits. She's great at dishing them out, but in the event Binghe manages to get a good whack in, I feel like it'll be over for her. I don't think she's fast enough to reliably dodge the whole time either. Plus, I barely remember the OG show, so it's kind of odd to be comparing her to stuff like Naruto, which I know well.

Hina from Hinamatsuri

Just offer a lifetime supply of red caviar and Binghe's a dead man. That being said, I don't think she'd walk away unscathed. This battle would mostly be dictated by how it starts. If she has the element of surprise, he's dead. If Binghe is suitably enraged (say, Xin Mo possession style), Hina's a goner. Hence she isn't strong enough to be able to beat him soundly in all scenarios.

Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul

He's pretty cool. Also likes to eat flesh. I don't think he's as fast at it as Rimuru is, but then again I also gave up watching after the first season. Gets an honorable mention because he might actually be stronger than I think.

Goku

He's fucking Goku. I just have never watched this show so I didn't feel comfortable ranking him.

Kibutsuji Muzan + Upper moons from Demon Slayer

Any of them would be a solid threat. However, considering they get their asses handed to them by a bunch of human high schoolers and fold at the tiniest ray of sunlight, I figure the moons would be somewhat of a miniboss vs final boss in terms of power scaling.

Muzan probably would've gotten a place on the list if not for Yoriichi. Also, as said, anyone that gets clapped by a bunch of high schoolers in their own home gets a permanent L. Shine a lamp on him and it's over for bro.

Hashiras from Demon Slayer

Not a single one of them can 1v1 any upper moons. That being said, they still managed to body all of them. They go down with them though, so I'd say it would take all of the hashiras (maybe including pre-canon ones) to take down the average Binghe. And they'd all die doing it.

Hero of Time/Hero of the Wilds Link from Legend of Zelda

Is this an anime? No. Do I care? Not really. Fighting opponents wildly out of his league but ultimately winning anyway is literally his canon lore. All Link needs is a slingshot and an ocarina and he'll fight the fucking moon. He's no slouch in recent games either; a beef bowl and a stick is all it takes for him to take on the immortal demon king possessing the castle in nothing but his goddamn boxers.

This was my list!!! Very long, but a lot of fun. Let me know what your own lists are, I'm curious lol.

If I've not mentioned a show, it's probably because I've never watched it lol.

#svsss #luo binghe #heaven official's blessing #naruto #demon slayer #one punch man #mashle #light novel spoilers #saiki k #villainess level 99 #atla #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #kumoko

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jelzorz · 6 months ago

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For the writing meme please:

Viren gets up. Opeli’s hand tightens around the handle of her dagger, but she does not draw it. Viren doesn't even touch the bars. “Why are you all trying so hard to keep me alive?” he asks. “You’ve made it clear I'm not welcome here, just let me die.”

Opeli scoffs at him. “The only ones who don't want you dead are your children,” she says. “I don't care what you do. I advocated for you for Soren, but whether you live or die at this point is not my concern. But know this, Viren, if you hurt him again, I will personally make sure you are kept here, fed and watered enough to stay alive with guard to make sure you will never find relief. Your children will grow and they will live their lives, and you will never trouble them again because you will never leave here. And when you do die, old and forgotten, your body will rot here. No rites. No burial. Whatever’s left of your soul can wander around for rest that will never come.”

He stares at her. Then he laughs a hollow, dead sounding laugh. “You know I have never believed in such things.”

“And yet, here you are,” sneers Opeli, “begging for Mercy in the form of Death that Justice will not let you have. How much longer would you like to tempt her? What was it that Claudia said?” She hums, feigning the thought process. “There were certain conditions that were met to make your resurrection spell permanent. How permanent do you think it meant? Shall we leave you here and find out?”

Viren holds her stare, defiant, but Opeli can see the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

“It's been eight years since Aaravos was defeated, Viren,” she says. “Eight years since Soren ran you through with a sword. How many times have you tried to end it? How many times have you failed?”

He looks away, his brow furrowed, counting the attempts, the failures, rethinking the events of his resurrection. Then his face shifts, eyes wide in horrified realisation.

Opeli smirks. “Take the kindness that is offered to you, Viren. There are worse fates than a trial. Don't make this harder for Soren than it already is.”

She turns to leave, heaving the door open with an echoing creak when Viren calls after her.

“It's his, isn't it?” he asks. “The child.”

Opeli shuts the door behind her without a response.

B L E S S Y O U @lunamoon1313

A quick disclaimer: I wrote this on night shift so I can't tell you exactly what was on my mind as I wrote it bc. I don't remember and I was very sleep deprived lmao BUT I can tell you what I intended based on how I read it now, which was, probably, ~dramaaaaa~

One of the biggest selling points of the crack quartet is how fucking Messy it gets for everyone involved. I did fully intend for Viren to dead but the idea of Soren having to deal with him while being married to Opeli was just too good for me to pass up. This entire scene is built around two things:

1) Opeli being stubborn as Fuck

2) Viren figuring everything out

Once again, most of the snake was written on night shift so I don't actually know if it was obvious that Viren had picked up on the hints. I remember going "Is this a reasonable leap he could make?" And then immediately going "🤷🏽‍♀️" and doing it anyway, but I tried, in previous scenes, to draw attention to the fact that he noticed Soren's wedding band, the little looks that passed between him and Opeli when they went down there together, and the fact that she's threatening him over Soren but not Claudia, and not even the rest of the kids. Her priority has and should have been Ezran, but instead she's demanding he play nice for Soren? Oh???

So he puts the pieces together which Opeli does not confirm but he'll bring it up with Soren later, just subtly, and Soren will go "How the Fuck do you Know" and realise Opeli went down there, and one would think they might Argue about it, but in my head, he is so desperate not have a repeat of the fruit that it'll just be a few stern words and then they're cool, as they always are.

This is entirely not canon now but I do also like to think that Opeli has always had LJs favour, whether LJ is a real deity or not. I wrote in another ask that if Opeli got power from somewhere, it wouldn't be a primal source but from LJ herself, and the fact that Viren won't die is an extremely ironic and also extremely LJ thing to happen given all his crimes. Opeli threatening him is one of the very few times she invokes power through LJ the way a cleric might invoke the power of any other god, but I think there's also something extremely ominous about a non-combatant character threatening violence through a god BC. Well. She means it, and she's right. Whatever the fuck Claudia did to bring Viren back MIGHT ACTUALLY have made him immortal in some extremely ironic sense, and LJ definitely has the vibe of a god who would Absolutely pull that kind of shit.

ANYWAY thank you for the opportunity to talk about this!!!! I put FAR too much thought into this fic and it was an absolute Pleasure to rant about it!!

#me writing the snake: this is so harebrained #me rereading it: but its also Galaxy brained and im taking that credit thank u and goodnight

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tuiyla · 2 years ago

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Can I ask how you feel about platonic Samtana? Both in the context of the show and fanon. I think the golden retriever and black cat energy is soooo fun, especially when it’s chaotic best friends rather than lovers.

Sure thing, Anon.

So Samtana used to be one of my favourite Santana broships, probably the favourite at one point tbh. I've since then started having conflicted feelings about Sam and that's the main reason I'm of two minds on Samtana, too. I guess I just... don't Love Sam when really thinking about his character in the context of the whole show. Rewatching season 2 I remembered that oh yeah he's actually pretty cool there and a ch I could get behind but I think the flip-flopping with who he actually was is overall to the detriment, well if not his whole character then certainly my perception of him. By no means do I hate him but I find a lot of the things most of the fandom considers endearing and charming pretty annoying. Put another way, I'd like to view him as a golden retriever, I'm just not sure that's my actual reading of him as presented in canon. That's not to say he can't be that to you or anyone else, mind.

I had that whole disclaimer about Sam himself because it informs how I feel about the Samtana friendship. I'd like to love them and you know, I believe there's a version, more like a headcanon version that I do love. Just as I can make any Santana friendship work in my head because I have a primal need for it. Sad thing is, I'd like to think they had an actual bro thing going on in season 3 and the sweet scene in 3x08 is exactly how I want their dynamic to be. But then season 4 happened and Bram happened and, you know. And to be clear, even in the context of the Samtana friendship I don't think Bram is inherently and wholly the problem itself, I think it's the execution. And how obnoxious Sam was about the whole thing, and how Samtana have virtually no interaction past that season 4 finale therefore not giving me anything to base a later friendship revival on. So I suppose that's the show side of things. I'd love to touch more on the main beats they get in canon, particularly season 2, but I feel like that'd be a different convo we absolutely can have another day.

But. I like to believe in Glee friendship and I especially love Santana broships. The show can pry them from my dead cold hands. So in terms of fanon, I still am for a Samtana friendship. The golden retriever/black cat energy feels apt lol, in a way. In my headcanon, Samtana's main point of connection is what we see in that one 3x08 scene, that Sam sees Santana's insults for what they are. I just, love the idea of Sam laughing it off and seeing through her, seeing that she really did miss him so much. Santana is in desperate need of people who see through her bullshit and Sam, for the most part, seems so impervious to Santana's silly insults. And that's a really fun dynamic for me where Santana wouldn't ever admit it but she grows fond of Sam's quirks and the things she calls lame about him, and despite the harsh front she puts up Sam still likes hanging with her because oh, Santana, she's just being funny. Look at their library scene in Comeback, they could have been such a hilarious duo where Santana tries her best to really offend Sam but half the time he doesn't even get what the burn is supposed to be.

Related to this but on an entirely headcanon level, I like to think of Santana as a secret dork. Well, not so secret if we're honest, but also a bit of a closeted nerd. And unlike the flannel closet this ain't one she's coming out of, but she does eventually bond with Sam over nerdiness when opinions just sort of start to spill out of her, revealing that she knows more about Sam's topics than she cared to admit. These conversations about favourite superheroes and such are always framed with Santana being in opposition to Sam because she only cares to discuss nerd culture when she vehemently disagrees with his takes. Sam doesn't mind because in these rare instances when she reveals she does know and care about nerd stuff, "lame" stuff, Santana shows such a genuine, unfiltered part of herself. And Sam just thinks that's neat. In public, she ruthlessly makes fun of him for impressions and Navi speak and all that but in private she will fight him on Captain America Civil War. A bit like this cute fanart that @randomcanbian had commissioned.

So... platonic Samtana, you say? Canon kind of soured it for me, as is the way with Glee, but I still believe and despite it all I evidently still hold it close to my heart. If only in my own headcanon, but still. I'm not sure how the brotana ships rank for me rn but I guess I'm always gonna hold a soft spot for Samtana even when I'm not sure how to feel about Sam. I think that damn "I missed you too, Santana" scene sealed it for me.

#santana is the kind of person who'd say she's too pretty to watch marvel #and yet she somehow has very strong opinions #in terms of canon we frown upon canon #in terms of fanon we go wild #anon #samtana #glee friendships #santana asks #glee asks #sam evans #anti sam evans #JUST to be safe okay

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aqua-loves-writing · 1 year ago

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Rebellious Flame chapter 1 part 2

Disclaimer, this series is meant for teen and up audiences, with depictions of violence, abuse, mysogyiny and death of the fantasy sorts, nothing too graphic. I won't put an M rating for the future chapters so be warned of the topics in this series. Now, you can start reading.

No one knew how to react seeing this being. It was the most human beast they ever laid their eyes on, but it’s monstrous featured made it so uncanny, it unnerved everyone who looked upon it.

Screeching out to the eternal skies, the beast of sorrows flies down to the ground, it’s claws stabbing through a soldier’s chest.

“Tch,” she shook of the body of her hand.

"Shit," Alfred's entire body was shaking, "Ready the javelins! We can't let this thing getaway!"

Using the rain, they were able to make a giant javelin made of pure ice, and they launched it at the beast.

Instead of slashing through it’s body, the beast somehow managed to grab it, shattering to pieces. Soldiers ran away.

"Crap."

"General! What are we going to do?"

"…"

"General!

Everyone struggled in their fight against the beast. It moved in speeds the eye couldn’t catch up to. And it cut through the soldier’s chests like it’s nothing.

In the back, the Emperor of Anguish, seeing hundreds of men die, laughed

"Yes. Yes! My dear, sweet, baby. My beast of sorrow," he clapped his hands, "Finally, my perfect creation! My child! For years, I have dreamed of this moment! The moment where this horrid world will crumble and a new paradise will be formed in my hands! And now, you're here, making it all come true! Finally, this world will be freed of its cursed sense of purity and I'll rule it all! Kill! Destroy! Bring an end to it all-"

In an instant, Alfred beheaded him.

After years of fighting, Alfred beheaded him.

In a moment that seemed meaningless, Alfred beheaded him.

As thousands of soldiers struggled and died against a threat that had never been experienced before, Alfred beheaded him.

"…"

"General, focus," Petar had grabbed his shoulders, "We need to handle..whatever that things is! Alfred are you listening to me! Alfred!"

"…"

"General?"

You're dead. You're actually dead! Your death should have been the end! The end of the war, the end of our suffering. You're dead, and yet even then, you have found a way to keep ruining our lives. All the lives we had lost, all the sacrifices we had to make, all made to end you. Were they all meaningless in the end? Does the pain of war never end, shall it remain even as our skin heals and years pass? Gods, why? Why did you do this to us.

"Alfred," Briggs snapped and punched him in the face, "Get a hold of yourself!"

"I…"

"How do you dare to act so weak in front of all our soldiers! Have you forgotten? They see our hope and future in you! They went through trial and error all because you gave them something to believe in! So, what do you think they'll do once they see you like this!?"

"Briggs..."

"Get a hold of yourself!"

After hearing his words, he shook his head and let's go of the spear.

"Thank you, but how are we going to defeat this thing?"

"Heh, did you really forget?"

"Forget what?"

"You know who I'm talking about."

"...Oh."

"That's right, it's time."

"Woah, now, you don't mean-"

"Petar," Akihiko stopped him, "Are you sure on this General?"

"…Yes," he took off his helmet, his blonde hair flowing in the wind, "I'll call her."

"…You can't be serious."

"Petar, I need to do this."

"You can't! It's too risky!"

"What else can we do?"

"Anything else! We can make my troop help you fly to it or create javelins again or-"

"Peter," the other two generals held him back, "you have already realized it, haven't you? This is the only way we'll win."

He was still reluctant, but knew he had no way of convincing Alfred otherwise, "…Fine then, let's get to it then."

"Thank you, Peter."

"Don't say I haven't warned you, and it's Petar."

Alfred with a smile on his face gazed into the sky, taking a deep breath as he rose his sword to the sky.

"Everyone," he yelled out, "It's time, I'm going to summon her."

With a contemplating look on their face, they stepped away, leaving Alfred the chance to surround himself with large blazes of fire.

Please, I'm begging you, come help us.

"Oh, goddess, the one who gifted us with fire, whose warmth helped us live, whose burns killed many. I, as a mage born for your fire, who lives for your fire, may you come again and bless us with your warmth once again, Ignia!"

His eyes were closed. His ears didn’t hear a sound or a voice. All he could feel, is the flames, the goddess’ gift upon his kind, flowing through every part of his body.

There she is…

Everyone was speechless, they couldn’t do anything but bow down to her. Ignia, a gigantic hawk, whose feathers were burning in sunlit flames.

"Goddess…" Alfred offered his sword looking at her with his pleading eyes, "Please, defeat that…thing, for all of us, that's all we ask."

His sword had shattered into smaller pieces as they flew to Ignia, who burned them all into small flames that entered her heart. She let out a large screech, her wings shining like a sun giving birth to a new day.

The beast of sorrow clearly didn’t like this. Roaring at the surrounding soldiers trying to fight it, it flied up to sky and launched itself at her, only for Ignia to disappear.

She reappeared behind it, casting several rays of flames at it. The beast was able to dodge them all, casting it’s own black flames at her, but they remained ineffective.

"Now!”

The army tried to help the goddess, throwing several ice javelins and sprouting gigantic vines so it wouldn’t fly away.

The beast managed to dodge it all, so Ignia caught it off guard and shot her fiery feathers like arrows. Everyone covered their ears as it screamed similar to millions of children dying.

It had now slowly fell to the ground, it’s wings completely burned out. It tried to get up but the goddess came and clenched her claws right through her tail.

"You," Alfred looked at the beast with contempt.

Is this real? Will this really be the end?

"Goddess, if you can."

Ignia didn’t say a word. She simply rose her head, spreading her wings to the skies. Carrying the beast with her claws, the two had flown away, bursting through the rainy clouds.

When the army stared at the goddess, they were blinded by her pure flames and the ever scorching sun. Ignia reached the run, and they did not see her return.

I can't believe this.

"General."

It happened.

"General!"

It's actually happened!

"Get over here!"

Alfred was embraced by his captains, his brothers in arms, the entire army dropped their weapons! They took off their helmets, throwing them high into the sky. They laughed, cried, cheered, for it was over. It was finally over.

"Well, looks like you made it," Petar lightly slapped Alfred's back as everyone celebrated, "With this, they'll definitely turn you into the next king!"

"Heh, a king you say," seeing his fellow soldiers finally remember what peace was like again, he took a deep breath, “I know something even better.”

Almost a year passed.

Alfred, was walking upstairs, it was hard to breather. He could hear the people shout his name. Instruments creating a beautiful melody that he was unable to appreciate because of how overwhelmed he was.

“My emperor,,” General Briggs, bowed down to him, “They’re waiting for you.”

"All hail Emperor Alfred! All hail Emperor Alfred!"

Standing on a balcony high above his subjects, he raised his hand and everyone went quiet.

"Thank you, thank you, everyone! Words can't describe how much this truly means to me. Despite everything we have lost, despite everything we have suffered through, this army has searched, rebuilt, and finally created this beautiful home of ours after countless months. I must ask that you cheer their names as well, and join them in their aid to protect you!"

His people, yes, his people, cried out his name again and again. Even as some hesitated to cheer, and some showed nothing but cynicism for their new ruler, their voices did not matter in the cheers of a thousand.

"And now," he raised his sword to the sky, his eyes shining bright, "I swear for as long as I am your emperor, I will create a future, where no more beasts shall remain in this world!"

The Empire of Unia was created, and the era of purity had begun.

"Alice?"

"Oh no," hearing a familiar voice, a little girl scratched her long brown hair. She dropped her book, running through the library as fast as she can.

"I can hear you running," opening the door a woman with dark skin came in, cleaning her hands with a piece of cloth. "Dinner will get cold at this rate-oh."

As she entered the room, the little girl stared between the books in the shelves. She was able to spot on see her completely exhausted face on her dark skin, as she saw all the different books littered across the floor.

She sighed, "Alice please, next time just tell me what you need to get. Where are you even?"

The woman looked through the library, collecting books from the floor along the way, looking for her until she heard a book fall off behind one of the shelves.

"…That wasn't me."

Sighing as she heard the girl's voice, she walked to the corner of the room. "Alice, please, neither of us have time for...this."

She dropped all of her books. Becoming completely speechless seeing a small fort made of books, pillows covering the front of it.

"…"

"…You're in there aren't you?"

"…"

"Alice."

"Excuse me," the young girl coughed, making her voice deeper, "Who's Alice? You must have mistaken me for someone else! I'm, uh, Mister Mustachio McBradonich! Yes! I specialize in…mustaches!"

"…"

"Now, if you can excuse me, I have a well, barbershop to run, so, I'd appreciate if-"

Tired of the girl's antics, the woman sighed. Opening her eyes, now glowing a shiny blue, flames emerging from her hands. She blows away all of the books, leaving nothing but her and her daughter to stare at each other.

"…"

"..."

"Oh. My. Goodness." the girl used her long curly hair to make a fake mustache and beard, "Are my eyes deceiving me? What is the one and only amazing Talisha Zvezdoprah, the most beautiful and skilled master of Blue Purity, who-is-definitely-not-mad-at-her-daughter-for-causing-a-havoc-in-her-workplace, doing here gracing my presence!"

"…"

"…Hey, you can't say I didn't try."

"Alright, first of all, when did you have the time to make…that."

"My speed is immaculate, even incomprehensible, to the human mind."

Talisha let out a small sigh, "Let's hurry before our dinner gets cold."

"You're not mad because I sort of made this mess?"

“Sort of?”

Alice simply looked away.

"Eh, it was due to cleaning for a while now, so I'll help out too after we eat, ok?"

"Okay!"

"Please remove your hair from your face though."

She pouted, "fine."

The sun was setting as the small family cleaned up the library. Alice collected the books while her mother put them back where they belonged.

"Be glad no one came in today, otherwise this would have been a completely different story."

"I guess…"

Alice was in a very sour mood as she cleaned, and her mother took quick notice of it.

"Say, what book were you even searching for? Couldn't you have just asked me to find it for you?"

"…Nah, it was too boring for that."

"Boring? What was it about?"

"Uh," she struggled to answer her questions and turned her back, "Well, just some boring history book about that Unia country and all. Bit of a letdown if I had to be honest, I mean, their four gods kept getting praised all throughout and in the final chapter only the fire bird one appears and the other three weren't even considered, also, it has lot of propaganda-"

"It was about the war, wasn't it?"

Alice didn't face her when she asked, taking a deep breath and stiffening up her shoulders, "...Yes."

"Sweetie…"

Great, just great! Look at what you have done now! She struggled with her grief for months now and as just she's starting to feel better, you had to remind her of dad again! If I just cleaned it all up in time none of this would have happened in the first place! Can't you think for more than five seconds you, idiot-

"Hey," seeing her lost in thought, Talisha embraced while gently running her fingers through her hair. "It's been two years already, I'm doing much better than I did before, so please, if you need help, don't hesitate to ask."

"But, the mention of the war makes you-"

"I'll be fine. Besides," she kissed her on the forehead, "For you, it's worth it."

"Mom…Bleh, I hate history. Dad wasn’t even mentioned once in the book. Just this stupid anguish guy over and over again."

“Right...just him.”

"Now, let's finish this! We don't want any customers to think we were hit by a tornado inside of our own home, right?"

Seeing the warm smile on her mother's face, she lit up, "Yup! Here I go books! Get cleaned!"

"Whoa, slow down!"

So they spent the rest of the evening cleaning and after they finished they went to sleep, unaware of what the next day would bring them.

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Well it's been months but the first rewritten (and updated) chapter is finally here! On tumblr! Woohoo!

I actually planned to do this way sooner but a I was busy with school I didn't have the proper time to focus on it, but now that I graduated (yay) I have more time to focus on Rebellious Flame!

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Also, small side note, the name "Petar" is a common name in Slavic countries and despite it's similarities to "Peter", its a different name and pronounced like pe+tar, just wanted to clear it up!

#my writing #refla #rebellious flame #chapter 1 #writeblr #writing community #writing on tumblr #am writing #writers corner #fiction #original fiction #writers on tumblr

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enha-doodles · 3 years ago

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could you do enhypen yandere reactions to you behaving/acting as a good girl to them but actually you're planning on escaping and almost succeed in it but them notice your plans?

.*･ﾟʚ ENHYPEN HYUNGLINE YANDERE REACTION : TO YOU PLANNING TO ESCAPE BUT THEM KNOWING YOUR PLAN ɞ.*･ﾟ

➸ʚ pairing ɞ : enhypenxreader!

➸ʚ genre ɞ : yandere

➸ʚ warning ɞ : yandere behaviour , cursing , mention of poison and sleeping pills

➸ʚ a/n ɞ : I am only doing hyung line because I am kinda busy so hope you understand and here you go :)

➸ʚ Disclaimer ɞ : yandere relationship is really toxic bad I don't support it in any ways . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

.꒷꒦. HEESEUNG .꒷꒦.

He had been noticing how you've been becoming really good these last days . When he came home he would see you watching TV while wearing his clothes and when you would notice him you would hug him and hand him a glass of water . It was as if god heard his prayers and your relationship was now normal just like any other people had . He has never been happier . It has been a month since you've put up with this act ,you both were having dinner . He saw how you have been eyeing the medical kit . Everything clicked and he saw how you didn't touch your drink as well . 'so she put sleeping pills in my drink so she could escape , Tch' he was sad and angry knowing this whole month you were just pretending . So when you went in the kitchen to get some more side dish he exchanged your drinks .

You woke up in the basement , you couldn't remember what happened but as if he heard you he entered . "It was a pathetic attempt , you better behave or else next punishment won't be so nice" he left with that . You were locked up for a week with no lights and food for 2 times a day .

.꒷꒦. JAY .꒷꒦.

He was amazed . Amazed at how you started to obey him so easily . He was enjoying it but he did had his suspicions , it was probably one of your escape plan . He wasn't that naive . He would text you every now and then and he could see the nervousness in your eyes only confirming his suspicion . He had taken away all the pills , anything near to poison , any electrical items except the TV and some in the kitchen . He has also thrown away whatsoever coins he could see so you couldn't call anyone through a public phone booth even if you manage to escape . It had been 3 weeks . You were positive that he wouldn't find out and he believed you . So who's gonna tell her guys ? He had came back from whatever work he did and you thought this was finally the time . When you reached to your shared bedroom , you tiptoed in . You took the vase from the coffee table beside and were gonna knock him out so you could run but he had swiftly turned around , gripping your wrist and that when you realized. He had been standing Infront of the mirror . Fuck . "Y/n , I hope you remember whats gonna be your punishment".

.꒷꒦. JAKE .꒷꒦.

'did she finally accept me ?' that was going in his mind all day . You had been behaving like you were his girlfriend and his kidnaped victim since yesterday . It wasn't like he didn't like it or sum but he was just- confused ? You would ignore all his affection and would cry all day but now you were the one showering him with affection . Cuddling him , baking for him , preparing candle light dinners and so more . You really wanted to gain his trust . You couldn't live all locked up anymore neither could you sit and wait for some miracle . Your plan was working . You could see the happiness overflowing from his eyes . You were taking his pictures . You had been allowed to have a phone after he saw how you changed and how you wouldn't even open the calling app for even a second . You would only focus on him . So he thought , why not ? When he left for his office you had thought of taking your plan to the last level . You called 911 , but as soon as you hit the "dial" button it called to another number and suddenly some alarms started ringing . You were panicking knowing Jake knew your plan when you turned around to see him with an angry expression . "I trusted you , gave you love and this is how you repay me , huh ?" "Jake , I-" you were already crying because you knew what was coming ahead . "Guess your bestfriend's life has completed "

.꒷꒦. SUNGHOON .꒷꒦.

He was glad you accepted your fate and him . He was tired of listening to your cries of letting you go which obviously wouldn't happen . It had been a 2 weeks and you hadn't cried even once nor did you sad you hated him . You completed ignored when he mentioned about how you were not like this before . You would often say you both are meant to be , and that you wanted to be with him forever . He was disappointed . Not because it wasn't enough or anything but because he knew it was all fake . At first he kinda believed that you would finally be returning his love but then he saw you sneaking the poison in the kitchen . It shattered his heart but he knew you had to be taught . You smiled thinking you will be able to go home . Idiot . Only if you were a bit more careful . You served him the food and he ate it with a blank expression . You were starting to get worried . Did he know you plan ? But if he did , he wouldn't eat it right ? Right ? Wrong !! He had changed the poison with vitamin Powder and so it had no effects . He looked up to meet your face "what ? Thinking why I am not dead yet?" Shit- "N-No , why would I think that ?" He chuckled "oh little y/n , you were never good at pretending . Well your loss , your the one in trouble now "

#enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen story #heeseung #jake sim #park jongseong #park sunghoon #enhypen yandere #kpop #kpop imagines

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Beautiful Anomaly (Part 7): Morpheus x FReader

Gif from tumblr user "the-darklings" post: https://at.tumblr.com/the-darklings/matthew-calling-wanderer-lady-dream-killed-me/psm2s17nu4so

Morpheus x FemReader (present day, its a little hard to explain)

A couple of disclaimers:

1.) This is all based on the Netflix show and I have 0 background on the graphic novel it is based on (so don't expect it to be faithful);

2.) This is a fan work, the only benefit I derive from this is sharing it with the community.

AN: Hello thank you for your patience. This is going to be shorter than the other chapters but don't worry we'll pick up where we left off in Part 8. Btw I have gleaned that some of you may or may not be comfortable with smut or sex scenes (there's none here don't worry and I don't proclaim to be very good at them), and just so you know, Part 8 onwards I'll do my best to save the love scenes for the very end part so it doesn't break the flow of the story but you can leave without having to read it.

For those of you who are new. I highly recommend reading the previous parts first because I don’t know if you will understand everything without first reading those.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6

Taglist (if you want to be a part of the taglist just comment requesting so) : @winxschester @true-queen-of-mischief @laydreams @memento-mora @daydreamin1220 @kuchokitty @fate-huntress @igotanidea @mikariell95 @seninjakitey

"What do you think will happen once we go to the Threshold?"

"Knowing my sibling, they may probably use any means to turn us against each other."

"But what would be the point?"

"It doesn't matter. They are simply fulfilling their urges. Whatever they do doesn't need to have a point. Only that it has fulfilled my sibling's whims."

You take a breath as the portal to the Threshold opens and taking his hand (only for safety since you haven't went into the Threshold from the Dreaming for as long as you can remember) you two emerge through it. You immediately let go once you've ascertained that you safely made it from the Dreaming into the Threshold.

"Dearest sweet Life. It's been awhile since you've been here. Although why you would choose to be here with Dream is almost beyond my understanding."

"We know what you've been doing my sibling. And I have previously warned you of the possible consequences that should occur."

"Hmm as far as I remember, your threats were only about your affairs, not the affairs of others. So this really shouldn't count."

"Both of you, stop it. It is me who has been the most injured this time Morpheus, let me have my say. And you, Desire will give me answers." You say sternly looking at both of them. You wait for Morpheus to briefly take a step back before turning your attention to Desire. He doesn't leave the area but he does allow you to have the space to lead this confrontation.

"What is your point in your recent machinations against me? Is it because I sent Despair crying at her failure in making me remove my mental barriers? Last I checked we were quite civil during the lifetime I gave the world Melike. Tell me Desire, short of the unreasonable what do you have against me?"

Desire makes a scoff before a sarcastic laugh. And as most of the time you've seen Desire, their smile doesn't reach their eyes.

"We are still civil Life, you may not believe me for I can feel your urge to punch and strangle me right now, but I truly do care for you. As for what you may think are machinations working against you and serving as obstacles as you live your lifetimes, I'm actually doing you a favor."

"Well sorry for being concerned that my life and the world was in danger. You are the only person apart from Despair that could have told Mark Gal Lanes of my abilities as well as the mental bonds I have with all of my children. Do you realize that had I been forced to do what he demands, not only would mine and his life end but also that all life as we currently know it would also end?"

"But it didn't." Desire moves to put themselves closer to you. Not quite personal space invading yet but definitely to force you into being more rigid that you involuntarily cross your arms on front of your chest in your disapproval.

"I knew that your desire to save the world and do your duties was too strong for that to happen. And I also knew you were smart enough that you wouldn't be naïve to simply rescue your child without bringing harm to yourself. As I've guessed you were able to ask help from others, and Mark Gal Lanes didn't really pose a threat to you."

"You're evading my question Desire, what was the point of having him abuse my daughter, and through her suffering not only was I placed in danger since it is no secret that I would help my children but I was also made aware that someone outside the magical community knows of the bonds that I have with my children and the misconception of what my powers can do. Will you please just get to the point? If this is for some sort of revenge over what I have done or if this is for me refusing to simply do what you will beyond reason then just say it already."

Desire laughs, and it makes you uneasy for it is clear that from their non-verbal response that the answer is not one of your guesses.

"The point dearest Life, is that this is all a test for your benefit." You feel yourself raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"And what was it for? That I am still the barometer of balance of the Endless family?"

"Oh you're quite mistaken." They say as they show you a huge smirk.

"It wasn't to test you. It was to test Dream." You feel your eyes widen and his footsteps towards the two of you.

"Have you not considered the threat I gave you last time." Morpheus says, his tone low and almost growling.

"Oh I have considered it, and this is hardly any of your affairs big brother. You volunteered to involve yourself yet you still had the choice not to do so."

"I do not like being played with sibling."

"Morpheus please allow me." You tell him with warning to back off.

"What were you testing him for? And get to the point please." You say in a tone that hopefully left no room for further side comments.

"Life, I know you're a lot smarter than that. But because I do care about you, and while the way that you think gives me immeasurable entertainment, I'll tell you." Desire responds with a grin that makes a part of you uneasy.

"This was to test how Dream here would react and how compatible would he be for you."

"As what?"

"As a romantic partner of course. Isn't that what you've been doing all this time Dream?"

"But why take the initiative to set this up?" You ask before Morpheus could respond.

"I've already said that I do care for you, even though you obviously don't always see it that way. Dream here has not only blamed me for the past failures of his romances, but as you know has a tendency to overreact and even sabotage them completely of his own doing."

"I was doing what I thought was right."

"Which isn't always the case. Just because Nada defied you didn't give you any reason to place her in Hell. Calliope was one of the lucky ones who left you before things got worse between the two of you over what happened to Orpheus." Desire says with unhidden wrath. Even though it wasn't directed to you, you nevertheless felt the sting of his words.

"Don't forget brother that no matter what you do, I know what any being desires, even you and even Life here. And I will be damned if she more than anyone would suffer the consequence of your affections when you yourself are either ignorant of it or simply refuse to see it."

"Do you Desire? Or do you want her for yourself?"

"Oh please Dream, if I wanted her for myself, I would've manipulated her desires a long time ago."

"Since I am your test subject, what was all this to prove?"

"It was to see what you would do, what you would say if something were to happen to Life beyond the ordinary hazards of her duties."

"You were the one who placed me there in the first place!"

"A risk I would rather take than you being heartbroken by this oaf over here who couldn't even directly tell you his own desire for you."

What?

Wait

What?

"Isn't that right Dream? There is no use denying it."

"You've been known to lie."

"All three of us has. And honestly brother, you are the worse among us here in this case. You know of her subconscious thoughts even though you give her the agency to choose what to do with them. You've known for awhile even before you two argued over your silly little contract that caused you two to disconnect. And yet you did nothing to let it be known to her."

You find yourself looking at Morpheus as he glares at Desire.

"Morpheus? Is that true?"

"Oh that's not even the worse part of it. One of the things I despised was that he had the gall to say he does things for the sake of his love for you. Haven't you noticed dear life that most frequently he would only engage in romances only after some arbitrary hidden confirmation that you've somehow stopped loving him and have moved on to one earthly lover to the next? I may know the full extent of your polyamorous heart apart from you, but to him and his fixed ways he would rather be the mournful regretting lover over something that was never his to possess. You can ask him for the details later when the two of you are alone, but that Hob Gabling contract? He did that to understand humanity yes; but most of all it was all made in an effort to woo you with sudden new insights on humanity. And we all know how that turned out."

Maybe it was just because you were still asleep and dreams are hardly the time to have so many information simply dumped on your human brain. But you feel dizzy from what Desire has just revealed to you. You could even sense that right now they aren't even lying.

"Again Desire, what was the point of all of this? Was Despair making a visit to me just this the entire time?"

"The point in everything so far, has been to expose Dream's flaws as a lover. You more than anyone already know of his flaws as a being. But a lot of times you are blind to his flaws as a partner. Recently he has been starting to make attempts to actually woo you and I had to act. I know how both of you are when you two experience heartbreak. The Endless may be unable to recover if you were to experience the ultimate heartbreak from Dream of all beings."

"I would never do that to her."

"You say that now, but your history says otherwise. Life is one of us Dream, she is above a mere mortal that you could condemn to the deepest parts of Hell or a Goddess you could simply leave. She is the reason why we even exist and why mortals think of us. If after this you still decide to pursue her and if she will still have you, I will be closely watching your ways. Because if you two should break each other's hearts, the possible consequences will be felt by all of us more than just a vortex."

"So is this it then? You would rather there is discord in our relationship just as the two of us resent each other? Just so she would become closer to you and -"

"Let me stop you right there Dream." Desire says in a dangerous tone that wouldn't allow room for any argument or interference.

"It is not up to me what happens next. And I'm tired of you blaming everything you do simply on me. I may have played a part - I am the embodiment of desire after all. But what you do with those feelings is on you, brother. Whatever your relationship with Life is, it cannot go on any further. This mutual longing ends after this conversation, Death is not the only one tired of this. And I am putting most of the blame on you."

Morpheus lets out a sarcastic chuckle matching his expression.

"Why?"

"You knew of her feelings. She didn't know about yours. She didn't tell you of her feelings out of insecurity. You didn't tell her that you knew of it or that it was returned out of some sick sense of focusing simply on duties. A pathetic excuse that lead to a torture almost worse than death. Not knowing if what you feel would be returned or would change anything. All this coming from the being who began having feelings for Life the moment he discovered that she had survived the latest mass extinction."

"And what is my fault then?" You quickly ask sensing that Morpheus may do something that he may regret later on.

"Simple, you've survived wars, assassinations, affairs, espionage missions, sabotages, and many kinds of betrayals. And yet despite that courage, you didn't have enough to risk it all and simply tell him your feelings. Had you done so then maybe many things could have been different. I'm not saying you've never loved anyone else. But for some reason Dream is the exception to that."

You forget how you awakened from that conversation. If there was one beneficial thing that came out of it it was that it didn't allow you to forget your dream once you've awakened. You and Morpheus agreed to discuss what you've learnt in the waking world on the weekend when you were free. You both needed sometime to process and discussing it while the revelations made by Desire may only lead to more discord than actual communication.

Thankfully, for that weekend you had your apartment to yourself for whatever might happen. You take a breath before using your powers in your immortal aspect to take his sigil out of what you now call your sub-space after watching many sailor moon episodes and reading a lot of sailor moon manga.

"Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, I stand in my living space as I hold your sigil. If you are free I'm ready to talk of what we've both learned from Desire."

"Wait for me, I'm coming through. Just keep holding my sigil." You hear his voice from the sigil and before you know it you hear his movements from behind you. You turn towards him and on his hand you see a familiar glowing rose (the glow coming from inside the stem and is spread all over after exiting the rose's stamen and pistil) with two branches. One branch had no thorns while the other had plenty of them, both of them at the same height and their leaves positioned diametrically opposed to each other.

"You were going to call me?"

"We did agree to meet on this day, I didn't know who would call who."

You two take a seat once again across each other. Both of you were tense, possibly nervousness of what is to come and how this may force both of you to change your relationship. A part of you wished that it would have remained the way it was before Desire had interfered. But you also knew that Desire was right in saying that it was a test that was needed and that this longing which you've only learned was actually mutual, needed to stop. The consequences for longing too much for two beings such as yourself and Morpheus could be more disasterous if nothing was done about it.

You're the one who begins.

"How long have you known?" He straightens his back and moves himself forward towards you.

"When you first arrived in what would now be called Malaysia, during the early days of humanity."

"Just after you've condemned Nada to Hell?"

"Yes, but back when I came to that knowledge I wasn't in the appropriate mindset to study it further. And when I began to really notice that it never went away, you had already moved on with one or two lovers. Who was I to distrupt your life like that. And so I too moved on."

"But from what I understand there were times when neither of us had lovers or commitments. Why didn't you tell me then?"

"I could ask the same of you. For all this time I had thought your feelings for me was something you thought shameful and wished you didn't have. Whenever you fell in love, you almost always didn't mind sharing your feelings to their recipient. But whenever I felt you speak of your romantic feelings towards me, it was almost always in a hushed conspiratorial way. Almost as if you had a shameful secret that you wish you could be free of. At first I thought it was because I was not mortal, but then neither were some of your lovers. You've fathered children with Goddesses, had three daughters with the Grim reaper, a subordinate of my sister, among others. With all that considered, I had thought that you thought negatively of how you feel for me for you have done nothing acting on those feelings."

You take a deep breath, taking a moment to collect your thoughts before you finally let out your own confession.

"I don't remember when it became something more. Looking back now you were probably right in not doing anything at first."

"Why?"

"Like with many of my romances, it started with infatuation and so I thought nothing of it. I didn't think it was worth telling you since you've probably encountered your fair share of being infatuated upon, I didn't see how this is supposed to be different from all the others. Infatuation could simply fade away once the façade of perfection or unhealthy obsession has been broken."

"So you did nothing hoping that it would fade away?"

"Yes, plenty of times a crush is just a crush nothing more nothing less. I always thought it was similar to what Petrarch or Dante Alighieri had to their muses that they barely knew anything about. The people and beings around me had often thought that it was simply devotion to you or whichever being they thought I was committed to. It's what happened to majority of the people I find myself attracted to. Over time it's simply an acknowledgement of what attracted me to them, then reflecting what I wanted in a relationship. It didn't occur to me that these feelings would only deepen and would simply be somewhere in the background. Not always interfering with how I lived but nevertheless there."

"But what we had was different from Petrarch or Dante. Aside from Death and Lucienne, I always considered the two of us to be close. When you had an issue with me, you have always managed to make me receptive to such criticism without me feeling threatened."

"Which is why I thought it would simply fade away. I am more than aware of some of your flaws, what you seek to do, and the burdens you have. When I realized that it had become deeper than what I had first thought, I still hesitated to tell you because of how focused you were on your duties as the King of Dreams and the prince of stories. I never forgot how you played a big part in saving me before the previous Universe was destroyed."

"That left me more cautious of vortices and how to deal with them. It was my mistake that almost forcibly killed you. And if the Universe couldn't be saved, then the least I could do was to keep your essence in the Dreaming before this Universe had the right balance of allowing you to live and thrive once again."

"Even when I didn't have consciousness back then? When I was back to my prokaryote and simplified eukaryote forms of bacteria?"

"My birth was triggered from your subconscious thoughts... the very first set of subconscious thoughts in existence. The very first of many. Deep down I have always known that even if you would have forms that didn't have consciousness, somehow in some way you would somehow develop a form that regained it." In your periphery you could see that the sun has now reached its peak and it was time to close the windows. Being in a tropical country, one of the biggest environmental threats was getting sunburnt. You were too lazy to put on sunblock and any more heat would make your cotton long sleeves and loose lounge pants more burdensome than lazy relief.

"Anyway, going back to why I didn't do anything about them. I knew better than to further burden you with something that wasn't yours to deal with in the first place. It was my feelings towards you the recipient. Therefore it is only I who should shoulder the burden of having to deal with them. I thought I was doing you a favor since nothing has really changed except perhaps for my perspective. You were closed off because within you, you contain all thoughts and all emotions of all beings. I understood why you did it because I did the same thing with my own memories. And so I did nothing but feel and silently deal with them hoping that doing so wouldn't cause you more pain and burdens than what you were already dealing with."

"Your feelings would not have caused me more pain."

"Can you really say that? It's easy to say that now with the benefit of hindsight. But in the moment I highly doubt you would have felt that."

"And do you have any idea about my own agony? The anxiety of similar sentiments ignored and possibly considered irrelevant?"

"Is that what you've felt? Was what Desire said true that you've started feeling that way towards me ever since the last mass extinction in this earth?" It was his turn to pause. He looks down before meeting your eyes again.

"Yes, it was when I discovered you have managed to survive it despite it almost entirely killing all life on earth that I realized that I wanted you as my partner." Your eyes widen at this revelation.

"Bu-but I didn't have a human form back then." At this he leant closer towards you from across yourself, his form telling you that it was his turn to confess.

"It was your spirit, your mind, your persistence in managing not only to survive but thrive despite almost entirely dying completely...it was my appreciation of those things about you, and even your own paradoxical nature of needing an environment to be well-balanced for you to even exist that made me realize that I want you."

"Is that why Death began inquiring about my consciousness and spirit way back then?"

"Possibly, there were many times when I was tempted to save you again from the mass extinctions that came before. But Death did not allow me to do so. She always told me that I should have more faith in your abilities. Initially I admit I was skeptical because among all the celestial bodies in this galaxy, it was only earth that allowed for the conditions for you to actually live. And with everything needing to be in balance, I saw it as fragile and awaited the days when you would once again regain your consciousness. The moment you did...the moment you were able to dream again, even though you were not always aware of it...it was then that I did everything that I could to ensure that you would thrive. Only to find myself surprised again and again of how you would survive and thrive without my help after every mass extinction. I found myself fearing for you as each one happened. When you emerged from the last one, I could not resist denying my feelings toward you any longer."

"Then why didn't you do anything?"

"My feelings were not reciprocated. In the span of your existence on earth, my discovery that there may be a chance that you may have also felt what I have been feeling towards you was only recent. Like you I have also fallen for others. But unlike you they somehow almost always end in some sort of disaster."

"I've had disasterous relationships too."

"You have the benefit of being released from them because of the human lifespan. I do not have such privilege."

"I thought those were just a consequence of not falling in love with a mortal. Which is why I was surprised to learn that you and Calliope separated and ended your marriage."

"As you can see this also affects my lovers who are immortal." You take this chance to stand up, stretch and head to the kitchen to prepare for lunch. Your stomach begins growling and unlike Morpheus you still needed to eat. You hear him from behind following you.

"Then was Desire right in also saying that there are plenty of things you've been doing to try to woo me or understand me? Such as the infamous Hob Gabling contract?" There was a pause as you begin taking out ingredients from you refrigerator.

"Yes, I will admit now that it was a mistake. You were right in saying that if I wanted to understand humanity...that if I wanted to understand what you see in it, I should first consult you before anyone else."

"That was your attempt to woo me?"

"No, Desire was referring to my recent involvement with you." You feel your heart skip a beat. Suddenly Emira's observations didn't seem so outlandish after all. It turns out you weren't going crazy or reading too much into his actions as simply wanting to restore the friendship you two have lost after your argument over the Hob Gabling contract.

"You were courting my children so that they would put in a good word for you?" You turn to look at his gaze with an eyebrow raised.

"Only initially."

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"Believe what you want to believe, but even you must sense that I do genuinely care for them."

"So let's say I choose not to have you as my partner, can you say that you would still help them if they call on you?" He nods.

"They wouldn't even need to call me just for me to help them." You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

"Well at least that is settled."

"Life." He moves closer to you. Your bodies nearly touching with only enough space that allowed either of you to still move away.

"Please...I apologize for my past mistakes, for not telling you that I have known about your feelings, for all of it. Caring for Emira, Jared, and Ana all came from how I care for you. I still want you to guide me to become better. I still want to be the few whom you can go to and say almost anything without judgment."

"Morpheus." You take a breath and briefly close your eyes. Even now you can't find it in yourself to stay angry at him for long. Desire was right in saying you also played a part to where you both were currently.

"You say almost?"

"I know better than to usurp Death's position as your first confidant." That made you smile just a little bit.

"I'm sorry for not being open about my feelings. But I'm not sorry for what has already happened. What's done is done, and it seems we have forced Desire's ire."

"That is something that I possess long before."

"My point is that perhaps Desire is right in saying that prolonged longing will only result into greater torment. In my defense I didn't know and I wasn't sure if my feelings would have and were ever returned."

"...And now that our feelings are out in the open...how do you want to proceed?"

"Morpheus." You take a bottle of chocolate flavored soymilk from the fridge. It will do for now to sate your hunger. You'll need to wait to continue your lunch cooking after this conversation is finished. You were not going to involve semi-concentration around tools that could possibly slice your fingers. After opening the bottle with the bottle opener, you take a sit at the dining table and gesture for Morpheus to do the same. He once again sits across you.

"I need time to consider what to do. I'm not even sure if I'm even emotionally or mentally available for a romantic relationship right now. And there are plenty of things that needs to be discussed before that even happens." He now bears a fallen expression at your response, but from what his body is telling you, he also understands where you are coming from despite what he wants to happen.

"Please Morpheus, can we go back to what we were before Desire interfered? While I'm reflecting on how to proceed."

"Of course. And let me assure you that no matter what you decide, I will care for you. I know my previous actions suggest otherwise but that is the truth."

And that ended the first part of your conversation. You spend the week contemplating if it was even worth it after all this time.

"All I've ever known was to love from afar that it almost feels like a hidden trap and something is bound to go wrong." You say as you have a video chat with Tala, Lucy, and Nadia on Friday evening. Tala and Nadia had also reported that they should be finished with the counter spell that would remove the coma from Ana's parents by Sunday and hopefully by that evening, the magical community's cover enforcements - similar to the specialists from Vampire Academy - would arrive that evening and would begin to do their work to set up and make paper trails on why her parents were in a coma and whatever story they've decided on to explain Ana's PTSD to the non-magical public.

"Have you already gone through the practical things in your head?" Lucy asks as she begins the first of many steps of her nightly korean skincare routine.

"Yes, many times. And yet a part of me wants to at least try despite it all."

"Then what's stopping you? If despite the practical issues your heart still desires it then go for it."

"Thanks Tala, but it almost seems too good to be true. How will I know that he doesn't one day get tired of me. Or that one day we both feel like it's better to stop and part ways?"

"Then that day simply comes." Nadia responds as she sips her homemade multicolored cocktail from a large transparent mason jar.

"You're insecure about what could or could not happen. You didn't bring this up asking for advice on your possible relationship with Morpheus, but rather of your own insecurities."

"Yeah Dr. Nadia has a point. You've been in several relationships before, but you're scared of what might happen because both of you are essentially immortal and the consequences may spell disaster for not just both of you but for the whole universe." Lucy says before briefly leaving to wash her face from the cold cream makeup remover.

"Which while reasonable also seems to sound like an excuse of even starting a relationship in the first place. Not to force you it's still your life and your decision but it would really suck if after all this initially unrequited longing you would turn down the chance to make it a reality."

"I think what the three of us is saying, you won't know until you actually try. Give him all the preliminaries, set the boundaries for your safety and for the rest of the universe, and other things that need to be discussed, then give it a try. If it fades back into friendship then it'll go back into friendship. If it becomes something more serious then we'll all anticipate your wedding. But you can't know that unless you take the risk." Nadia says as she takes a bigger gulp of her cocktail.

"Besides you've had relationships with deities and other immortal and anthropomorphic figures before. If you're really concerned about him getting tired of you eventually just give him the condition that your relationship slash marriage is only valid for this lifetime. If he wants to continue being your partner then he needs to romance you and marry you again in your next one. That way if either of you has moved on by then, no extra baggage or having to wait around."

"In my off the record semi-professional opinion I recommend you make that as one of your non-negotiables since inherent in your functions is the unpredictability of your environment in each lifetime."

You find yourself smiling and some of the weight lifted from your shoulders.

"Thank you girls."

"Oh and in my very medical opinion." Lucy says as she returns and dabs her face with a small cotton towel.

"From a practicality standpoint you may want to discuss how reproduction could work."

"LUCY!"

"No, actually she has a point."

"Aren't you asexual Nadia?"

"Tala I could still clinically view sexual stuff. As long as I don't have to see or to be involved in it I'm generally okay with it."

"Going back to my medical recommendation. I don't know if him being the King of Dreams would mean if you two could conceive in the dreaming or if he has control of that within his realm. I don't even know if you could conceive only there, here, or whatever. My point is to keep a condom nearby at all times."

"Can't you just recommend me one of your fellow Gynecologists that could give me an IUD?"

"And how are you going to pay for that without your parents knowing? And you can't use your periods as an excuse to them because your periods are now on a regular schedule."

"Damn, good point."

After sleeping on it you decide to call Morpheus the following day. Exactly one week from your last conversation.

"I've decided I want to try." You could see the delight slowly and subtly creep into his face.

"But there are several things that we need to discuss first before you officially begin courting me. You may want to sit down this could take awhile. Would you mind if I ate breakfast while we discuss?"

"Not at all, go on." You serve yourself your first batch of scrambled eggs while you wait for your baguette to be toasted in your mini oven and for your butter to slowly transition from fridge temperature to room temperature and make it easier to place on the baguette. You intentionally called him at this time since you've anticipated that this would be a very long discussion and it may as well take place while you ate breakfast food, your favorite types of food such as waffles, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and the like.

"First no matter what happens I would like for the two of us to still be friends no matter what. I don't know if or how long the romance between us will last but no matter what happens I want to hopefully still call upon you as dear friend."

"You and I have the same wishes then."

"I feel like I need to point this out since sometimes you can get lost in thought or forget things every now and then." You take a moment to pour orange juice from the carafe into your glass.

"Second, if we do have a romantic relationship, however long it lasts it is only valid for this lifetime of mine." He gives you a pointed look.

"Are you serious?"

"I am, I don't know if and when we'll be tired of each other for the rest of existence. And as Desire has pointed out the consequences of a very aggravating breakup between the two of us could have massive consequences for everyone else. This is a safety measure."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Morpheus this is simply giving you the option to exit without any baggage, and for it to be as amicable and painless as possible. We can try being partners in this lifetime and if you still want to continue being partners then romance and marry me again in the next. If you don't, then you become a free again to pursuit whomever you want with no strings attached to me." He takes a breath before you see that he concedes.

"If it makes you feel any better, this is the condition I've always told my past immortal lovers before I allowed them to have a relationship with me. It keeps things from getting messy from one lifetime to the next."

"Is that why the Grim Reaper no longer visits you."

"Possibly, it's also possible that our three daughters are still in the after life and they resemble my form back then too much that he can't help but think of them. Which leads me to my next point about my polyamorous nature."

"I am listening."

"I feel like I need to thoroughly discuss this with you since from what I know of your romantic history you've been exclusively monogamous. And yes this includes your affair with Titania, from what I have heard she was the reason you made that deal with Shakespeare."

"It wasn't the only reason."

"My point is that based on what I know of, you're not one for sharing partners with others."

"I've been cheated on by -"

"And that's not what I mean by polyamory. If there's no consent from all parties involved then that's simply cheating." The mini-oven's bell rings signaling that your baguette is now toasted. A well needed pause from correcting his misconceptions on what polyamorous relationships actually are.

"Also before you bring it up, I highly doubt what the romantics practiced was truly polyamory but more of simply sleeping with whomever they wanted. I have a feeling that there was little to no consent from the cheated party of the free love system they had."

"I see."

"I can't change the fact that there may be some people or beings that I will feel attracted to in the waking world. And I also couldn't control whomever you feel attracted to, so I wouldn't. I cannot predict the future but I do want to establish that if anything should become serious and we are still together, then before it goes further we need each other's consent."

"And if I don't give my consent what happens then?"

"Then depending on the situation I either stop pursuing the other party or breakup with you first before pursuing the other party. Same thing if the situation is reversed."

"I see." He pauses.

"Why do we need to discuss this?"

"Aside from the fact that I am polyamorous by nature, it's also somewhat practical. You don't have a consistent presence in the waking world and a legal marriage requires legal personality to engage in. As powerful as you are I'm not sure your powers could suddenly make you possess legal documents suddenly out of nowhere. At least that's what I know of."

"I may think of a few ways." You give him a pointed look before continuing on.

"Speaking of my nature, do you still want me as your guide?"

"Yes, my position hasn't changed on that one."

"Just checking. You seem overwhelmed from all of the things I have demanded on so far."

"It is surprising, yes. But having heard why you needed them...well I may not thoroughly understand them yet but I could catch a glimpse of why you have them as conditions."

Much of the discussion after that was on practical matters that was just a blur on your mind. Things that plenty of times you had to endure but none of the other Endless have to think about since they've typically observed from afar or at the very least from their respective domains.

Then it was his turn to discuss things that he wanted.

"I hope this won't scare you away."

"What is it?"

"I am courting you with the hope that one day you would be my spouse."

"And your consort?"

"Only if you are comfortable with it yes, our domains influence the other's to a higher degree. But that is not what matters to me. I want to marry you, but I will not force you if the idea of marriage is unsuited for your liking."

"Well marriages have changed now from the past centuries. I wouldn't mind being married to you. But the question is can we get there?" He looks at you with tenderness in his face.

"I hope so."

You then agreed to have your first official date next Saturday.

"In dreams or in the waking world?"

"In dreams, for practical reasons." You tell Emira over the phone as you heat up a batch of pre-made garlic bread.

"And you allowed that?"

"I'm giving him his home court advantage of doing his best to woo me. I already told him it should be something intimate but not chokingly so. Just enough to make my introverted self comfortable enough to not care about anything else but him."

"Isn't that what you already do?"

"Not really actually. I barely remember any of my non-intentional dreams."

"Non-intentional?"

"I mean when I didn't deliberately went to the Dreaming to do something else like going into it to confront Desire with Morpheus."

"Oh I see. You two have known each other for awhile so I have a feeling that it's going to be at least decent."

"I'm hoping it doesn't become awkward either."

"If it ever does, there's always the next one to improve on. At least you're both on the same page about wanting to have a long term. That was always the struggle on my first dates and they would always say 'Oh let's just keep it casual and see where this takes us.'"

"Tell me Emira, do you think I was too demanding of him discussing my conditions before actually starting?"

"Not really. I wish I had the benefit of doing that first with my boyfriend but I think you were just establishing your boundaries. You know him better than I, but no considering what you've told me and how dramatic he can sometimes be, you did good mom."

"Thank you dear. Any advice you'd like to give me before I go into the dreaming tonight?"

"I don't know. I've never dated anyone who was my friend first before the first date."

"Weren't you classmates with your current boyfriend first?"

"Yeah but he was just that, a classmate. An acquaintance at most before he asked me out. So maybe um when in doubt just treat it as hanging out with a friend? Since the two of you want to be friends no matter what. Sorry that's the best I could do since all my other advice is about dating in the waking world and not in the dreaming."

"Hahaha don't worry Em, still that's good to keep in mind."

"Oh by the way mom, what do you think of the King Raven plushie for Ana?" She sends through the messenger chat a screenshot of the squishables King Raven plush. Since Ana has officially returned to her still coma recovering parents who are still being taken cared of by the cover enforcement, she's been chatting with everyone of you. Or rather she's talking with everyone she didn't have a mental bond with. And since she can't rely on messenger alone, you all decide to send her a care package containing various items that acts as your "sigils" in case she has no internet and she needs someone to talk to. These things have to also be regular items so it cannot compromise the magical community.

"Is there a smaller version of that? Something cheaper? As cute as it is I don't want you spending too much money."

"Yup, there's a mini version that's about 10 inches."

"That's the smaller one?"

"It's the cheaper one."

"Well okay, if you're sure you want that as a sigil item for your sister."

"I'm sure, is the Plague nurse your sigil item?"

"No, I picked that simply because it's cute. My sigil item is this." You take a moment to picture the jade pendant hanging around your neck.

"A Hello Kitty shaped jade pendant?"

"She loves Hello Kitty and this just so happened to be available when I was online window shopping."

"Is that even real jade?"

"Probably not, I picked it because of the Hello Kitty form and she could wear it always. That way she'll somehow have some form of my protection."

"Okay, good point."

You check the time and it was about 1:47 pm.

"Do you think it's too late to change plans a bit?"

"Please tell me you're not planning on cancelling your date. How can you backout of a dream?"

"No don't worry I'm not planning on backing out. I just feel like things might be a little less awkward if maybe it started with a dinner in the waking world."

"OOH You're planning on taking him out?"

"Not really. Just maybe a dinner here before we move into the bedroom-Not like that."

"Not like what?" You could hear the grin in her voice.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, it's for going into the dreaming not for sex."

"I mean, let's not rule it out."

"Emira."

"Kidding, just kidding. Would you like me to come over and help?"

"That depends are you finished with your case digests?"

"...Okay tell me how it went. Bye mom."

And with that you make your preparations.

Author's Note: I've decided to end it here because it felt right and Part 8 officially begins the start of their courtship.

1.) This is my Hello Kitty pendant that is referenced (the pendant is actually very small so I just tend to hide it under my clothes):

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2.) This is the (mini) Plague Nurse plushie - and yes I only got her because she's cute.

3.) This is Mini King Raven squishable plushie - I don't actually have this one (I'm saving to get the Plague doctor and the grim reaper) but this plushie reminds me so much of Matthew, you'll see why Emira chose this to be her "sigil" (or for the Supergiant Hades fans out there, the "Keepsake"/"Companion") in the next parts.

4.) Just to clarify, all of Life's children with immortal partners are demigods or demigodlike (the point is they can still die) since Life is the mortal half and is what makes them a part of life and death. Currently they are all in their respective afterlives.

5.) I asked my friend whose a fan of the Sandman graphic novels about why Desire and Dream are so hostile and she explained it to me and also gave me some insight into why Desire is the way they are. Since Part 1 already establishes that while Life doesn't entirely trust Desire, she's at the very least civil with them and a little bit more empathetic to them than Dream is. Since Desire is shown in canon to be an antagonist already I've decided to have Desire genuinely care about Life and to have them be the one to force them to confront their mutual longing for each other.

6.) I've also looked into a little bit of Dream's romantic history based from general tumblr posts and how at least according to graphic novel Marvin, Dream has a tendency to want to be the brooding figure and has a way of self-sabotaging relationships. With this in mind, I hope its understandable why Desire did what they had to do. It was one thing for it to happen to mortal women, goddesses and other worldly beings to suffer the consequences of Dream's overreactions, but it's another if Dream will subject Life to the only way he knows how to respond to anything he doesn't like about being in a relationship.

Once again thank you so much for reading :)

#Beautiful Anomaly #Dream of the Endless #The Sandman netflix #The sandman #Morpheus #morpheus x fem!reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #Morpheus x y/n #Dream x reader #dream x fem!reader #dream x y/n #dream x you #Life incarnate #Dream x Life #desire of the endless #Desire

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years ago

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Bnha characters as things I've said or have been said to me

A/n: halfway through writing this, I realised many things have been said to me in a very mean way, I had just filtered them in my brain to the point everything seems funny now. Fear not, these are just super out of context things that are very humorous.

Disclaimer: minors dni, every character depicted is over 18 years of age.

Warnings: mentions of periods, spoilers for the amazing spiderman 2 (I believe), language, mhhhm if you find anything else kindly let me know so I can put it in the warnings

Uraraka (to Aoyama): we don't all have to like Big Time Rush just because you do!

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Denki: I'm going to give this dog my lunch

Bakugo: don't, have you ever seen a dog eat cheese puffs?

Denki: yes... No?

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Jirou, accidentally leaking during her period

Sero: WHAT'S WITH ALL THAT BLOOD

Jirou: i- ah, cut my hand? Uh? Yeah I guess?! I cut my hand

Sero: SHOW ME YOUR HAND WE HAVE TO STOP THE BLEEDING, EVERYONE! JIROU'S HAND IS BLEEDING

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Amajiki: how do you tongue someone?

Kirishima: it's like? An?? Octopus??

Amajiki: octopus?

Kirishima: in like, texture and stuff

Amajiki: wait what?

Kirishima: just get your tongue in their mouth it's not hard

Amajiki: why octopus tho i-

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Reporter: Deku, who do you think is going to make it to the next big 5 of the hero charts?

Shoto oh, oh, can I say?

Deku: obviously my- well yes shoto you may say your own guesses,

Shoto: *passionately swaying back and forth while singing 'I don't want to miss a thing'*

Deku: shoto? Shoto uhmm we're waiting

Shoto: OHHHHH

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Mina, texting Bakugo: I'm never taking you along with me next time I do my nails.

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Mirko: stop being so pretty- oh my god did a fucking horse just turn around to stare at you?

Hawks: I'm pretty sure I just caught its attention while passing by, calm your tits

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Denki: which celebrity would you sleep with?

Bakugo: none

Denki: what?

Bakugo: You heard me. None

Denki: even if they paid you?

Bakugo: yeah.. I'm never having sex so good luck with fishing an answer out of everyone else

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Deku: uh that's actually incorrect, the joker doesn't have a backstory and by assigning him one you're taking all the essence away from his character. Justifying the acts of a canonically psychopathic serial killer with a fixation on a bunch of people by giving him a conventionally moral and excusable story to make him relatable is against the idea of why he's still who he is and that's what's wrong with our society. I think we are willing to excuse villains if they have a heartbreaking backstory but the point with Joker is that he doesn't have one so nice try making him be someone who could ever be salvaged. Now if you open the killing joke by Alan Moore and Frank Miller you will see that Batman is also of same nature, although in his face we find someone we can and should feel sympathy for-

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Tsuyu watching spiderman with Bakugo and Sero: what's coming out of her nose?

Bakugo: blood. She's literally dying

Sero: BRO!

Tsuyu: And why is it coming from her nose?

Sero: she hit her head so that's? Natural?

Tsuyu? Didn't she hit the back of her head?

Bakugo: LET ME WATCH THIS SCENE IN PIECE OH MY GOD

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Hawks: First of all, uncross your arms. You're in defense mode and I'm not attacking you… right now. We'll see what happens in a while

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Momo: I didn't mean it when I said don't text me back if you don't make a move on them. Text me back I miss you.

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Jirou: just because I went to see black Panther with you does not mean we're together

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Koda: yes, I am gonna carry this dog until we find a place for it to pee and then I'm carrying it back, is that so hard to grasp

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Tokoyami: I just realised that the joke with not being able to not see John Cena is because it's a pun with his name

Kirishima: I'm pretty sure it's because of a move of his

Tokoyami: you seem to know about this stuff. I trust you

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Iida: wake up! Now! Were in a club and you screamed that this is a nice piece of broken glass and you run your finger over it? Are you insane?

Uraraka: but its-

Iida: DON'T FALL ASLEEP, NO DON'T TOUCH THE GLASS AGAIN

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Mina: wait- deku is NOT your boyfriend?

Uraraka: no!?

Mina: I thought you two had SOMETHING going on?

Uraraka: in his head?

Mina: HE- ISN'T HE LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOU?

Uraraka: wait what?

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Toga: I thought you were a bitch when I met you, I put on il ballo del la qua and you turned it off. I can't trust anyone who doesn't want to dance to this song!

Shigaraki: maybe I'm just emo okay? Otherwise I'm harmless. Also. I was dressed as a vampire, I had to maintain my image at all costs

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Dabi: *sings grenade by bruno Mars in every small gathering of the Lov and forces everyone to listen*

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Aoyama, only listening to 5sos for four days: momo can you please buy me the 5sos book for my birthday?

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If you ask for part two I am simply going to expose how many dumb bitch moments or trauma I have which idk if it's humorous content. Anyways... Who wants to see bnha and shy things I do next?

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peachyysugaa · 3 years ago

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blood castle i. || enha 02z

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♜ main pairing: vampire! 02z x gn! reader

♜ genre: hogwarts au, mystery, fluff/angst

♜ wc: 2k

♜ warnings: mentions of blood (pg13), purposefully lowercase

♜ other pairings: lisa x namjoon, slight rose x jungkook

♜ a/n: disclaimer that i don't actually ship these pairings, i just find it fitting for the story :] also kinda boring chapter but we're setting things up <3 also hearts at the end of each chapter to keep track of how oc gets along with 02z hehe lmk what you think!

♜ index: teaser | next | masterlist

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i. make the most of it

"what will i do when you're both gone? jennie just left and you two are next!" you pout in your train seat as your best friends exchange teasing smiles. as you get closer and closer to hogwarts, you can't help but keep thinking about rose and lisa inevitably graduating this year.

"i don't know y/n, maybe find some friends your age?" lisa teases. you groan outwardly, tilting your head back.

rose, the ever-exemplary hufflepuff, extends her hands out to yours on the table and grabs hold of them. you stop your obnoxious groaning to stare back at her kind smile. "lili has a point, y/nie. it wouldn't hurt to branch out this year so that lisa and i don't have to worry about you."

your eyes widened. "worry?! what's that supposed to mean?"

rose lets go of your hands to cover her mouth as she laughs while lisa is losing it. the gryffindor 7th year is wiping joyful tears out of her eyes, which isn't helping your case.

you sit, pouting once again and waiting for them to explain.

"two words, y/n," lisa begins while holding two fingers up in a peace sign that you know is anything but peaceful. "you're. clumsy."

"am not!" you defied. your best friends exchange looks once again before raising an eyebrow at you. "tell me one time when i was clumsy!"

"remember that time you tried to shut a mandrake up by putting your hand on its mouth and then it bit you?" rose asks.

"oh! that was so funny!" lisa says, trying to hold back her laughter. "my favorite is when she made a lizard instead of a mini dragon in transfiguration but then it burned her eyebrows off!"

as they share your most embarrassing moments, your ears begin heating up and all you want to do is transfigure yourself into the train seat.

"i stand corrected..." you mumble out unwillingly.

"we love you, y/nie. we only want someone to look out for you when we graduate," rose says as lisa nods.

"fine, fine. i get it, moms."

"you love us."

"yea, yea, i love my two moms who come after my clumsiness all the time."

"as you should, now let's get changing. the train is almost at school."

the older hufflepuff was right. you could see the tall towers of the second home you've come to love in the distance as you glance out the window. this year may be bittersweet since the last of your friend group would be leaving you behind, but you were determined to make the most of it with them and perhaps make some new friends this year.

"i'll stay to keep our spot, you two go ahead," lisa tells you and rose.

"going to text your joonie?" rose teases. the gryffindor's ears have a red tinge at the sound of her nickname for her boyfriend.

"just go before the changing rooms fill up," she mumbles. but as you close the door to your shared booth, you can see that she has already pulled out her phone with a cheeky smile as she waves hi on facetime with namjoon who is slightly older than her and currently working as a magizoologist for the ministry.

you smile to yourself, remembering their relationship when you were just a first year. "come on, yn!" rose calls out.

you break out of your daze and see her several feet away from you. "sorry, eonnie!"

you take your hand off the handle, which you didn't register it was still on, and start to move towards her, carrying your blouse, tie and skirt. before you could reach her, you bump into a hard chest.

you hear a deep oof noise from the figure as you rub your forehead.

"i am so sorry!" you hurriedly whisper.

"you're alright, y/n." you recognize the voice and look up to see sim jaeyun from your house and year. "did you hit your head too hard?" he kindly worries.

"i—"

"yn!!" rose shouts.

"sorry, jaeyun," you apologetically smile as you brush past him. "coming, eonnie!!"

you could've sworn he said something like it was nice to see you, but you were far too focused on not letting rose wait any long. she's definitely amicable like most hufflepuffs, but like most hufflepuffs, you probably don't want to see them angry. you should know since lisa says you're already bad hangry.

it's a quick in and out of the changing room and back to your booth where lalisa waits, staring out the window and watching the castle come closer. it's like a wrestler tag team as you and rose high-five her on your way in and her way out. immediately, the two of you settle down and as you get comfortable in your seat, you notice that she's smirking with you, her eyebrow raised.

"why are you looking at me like that, eonnie?" you ask hesitantly. your fingers look more interesting picking fights with each other.

"oh, nothing," she replies, not giving up her smirk. "just wondering when you and jake were close."

"he's literally the same year and house as me. i can't go a year without a class with him."

she hums like she doesn't believe you. "really?"

"really, really."

"really, really, really?" you groan at her response as she starts to giggle.

"do you wanna talk about your crush on jeon jungkook then, eonnie?" she shuts up then and there, and it's your turn to smirk. "thought so."

"that's hogwarts' idol right there, yn. everyone likes him one way or another, so hush!"

"hush about what?" lisa asks as she slides the door open.

"nothi—"

"jeon jungkook." rose glares at you.

"ohh, rosie's crush of 6 years?" your other friend confirms as she closes the door.

"the one and only."

"you know, he and i are co-captains this year for quidditch. you should just come to our practices."

"will he even notice me? i mean..." your focus on their conversation starts to waver as you glance through the door window. outside your door is the familiar trolley witch with all her pastries and drinks, and you can't help but have a craving for your favorite chocolate frogs. you also can't help but notice the other figure with the trolley witch: the very same sim jaeyun you bumped into earlier.

"eonnies, i'm going to buy some chocolate frogs. do you want any?" you ask, keeping an eye on the figures outside your window.

"cauldron cake for me please!"

"let's have every flavor beans for old time's sakes!"

"alright," you say as you slide the door open and close. they go back to their conversation about a plot to get the hogwarts idol that you're sure is bound to go wrong.

"7 blood lollipops please." you hear jake order. you recall him having a large group of friends across different houses and different years, but for all of them to like blood lollipops is quite unheard of.

"you're not going to have all of those, are you?" you ask him, approaching the trolley.

"y/n," he greets with a smile and a shake of his head as he hands his coins to the witch. "no, my friends and i all really like them. i think i would have a headache if i were to eat all 7."

"2 chocolate frogs, bertie's beans, and a cauldron cake please," you order before turning back to him. "does it really taste like blood, or is it just to trick people into thinking you're vampires?"

jake's face pales though it's hard to see because he's already on the pale side and you're counting out your coins to give to the trolley witch. "personally, i think it tastes like cherry."

you hum as you gather your goodies together, and jake is thankful that you're not paying too much attention to how he reacted. "i'll take your word for it."

the trolley witch moves along, doing what she's done for many years and more to come. you're finally focusing on him more now that you have all your snacks and accomplished being a good citizen by paying the fees. your eyes search his face, go past his sharp jawline, and make their way to the shiny prefect badge on his black and gold robes. the prefect engraving is hard to see against the blinding gold of the hufflepuff badge, but it's hard to miss.

"oh, are you a prefect?" you ask curiously.

"yup, so don't stay out too late. i might have to write you up," he teases.

you playfully roll your eyes at him. "please, when am i not a model student?"

"i would say right now because we're about five minutes away from the castle, and you still don't have your robes on, miss l/n," he jokingly tsks at you.

"ahh, but you see, that's not my fault there, mr. prefect," you banter back.

"oh? then maybe i won't have to give you the first detention?"

"well, mr. sim, i was only taking care of my precious eonnies and buying them snacks. i paid my fees and also engaged in conversation with my fellow classmate, so i've been a little preoccupied," you acted out, playing the role of an innocent student.

"hmm.. engaging in conversation with your classmates on the first day does seem to follow the rules," he lightheartedly agrees. jake is about to add more, but his friends call out to him.

"hey, jake, what's taking so long?!"

"you'd better go take care of your friends, mr. sim," you tease. "be a good hyung, won't you?"

his beaming smile causes your heart to skip a few beats. "alright, miss l/n, but make sure not to let me catch you out of uniform." he waves before hurrying to his own booth.

when you open the door to yours, a chorus of oooh's from your eonnies is what you receive. you roll your eyes at them before shutting the door and grabbing your robe. you can see theirs were already on, the equally shining, gold head girl badge pinned on rose's robe.

"i think she'll be just fine on our own when we're gone, rosie," lisa teases as you slip your arms through your sleeves and tuck your wand in your pocket.

"just don't keep one of my prefects distracted, y/nie," rosie adds.

"so long as you aren't distracted by your head boy, rosie," you tease back.

"no way, jeon jungkook is head boy," she gasps at you.

"i don't know, but i just caught you simping in 4k!" you stick your tongue out at her as she whines and lalisa throws her head back in laughter.

"there really is only one choice though, so it probably is him," lisa affirms.

"i swear, if you two are wrong..." rose pouts.

"but if we're not, you'll get to spend more time with him and get to know him instead of just admiring him from afar like everyone else!" you console.

"well, we'll find out soon enough. we're here," lisa announces as she grabs her trunk from the top rack, helping you get yours and rose hers.

"thanks, eonnie! so glad your long legs are so useful!" you thank.

"yah! they'll be useful for kicking you too, ungrateful brat," she jokingly chastises.

"oh no, lisa eonnie is going to kill me!" you shout dramatically. "rose eonnie, save me!"

"it's going to be a long year," she sighs with a smile keeping close behind as you run off the train and lisa chases after you.

jake's expression mirrors rose's as he watches the trio run off to the nearest carriage. a crack forms in his blood lollipop as he sucks on it harder, the sweet taste of blood running across his tongue. "hyung, come on. let's get in the carriage," jungwon calls to him, his own sucker making his words slightly muddled.

"coming," he mumbles, securing his trunk and stepping into the carriage where his 6 friends wait for him.

their fangs are dripping with the blood of the lollipops.

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#enhypen #enhyphen #enha #enhypen x reader #enha 02z #hogwarts au #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #vampire au #enhypen fanfiction #blood castle #enha x reader #kpop fanfic #hp au

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randomsnakesimp · 3 years ago

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Okay. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna take the leap and say: Phobos is the victim (sorta).

Quick disclaimer: I am going to abuse plot holes and cartoon logic for my cause in a very nitpicky way. If you dislike that, I can completely understand, and I hope this warning will save you a lot of reading.

Also, this won't go into just headcanon territory, I'll put those in a separate post. Everything here I'll try to keep based on actual information from the comics and what I made of them.

That said...

Let's take a look at this scene:

(for a quick translation of the important part, the mother says: "No, Phobos, Meridian is meant for your sister. That's the law. The crown is hers.)

What we can see here are a few very important things:

1. Phobos is at most 5 years older than Elyon.

2. The name "Phobos" is not an edgy nickname he gave himself. Five-year-olds don't go around calling themselves Phobos. So his parents, for some reason, gave him that name.

3. His mother is very adamant about him not even touching the crown and reminding him of his sisters' birthright.

So, after establishing what I would call more or less facts, what else can, relatively savely, be deduced here?

- Since Elyon never noticed anything weird about herself, she can't have aged slower than earth children. So neither can Phobos. This would mean that, as she was kidnapped after her mothers death as a baby, he would have been five. So, he either tried his best to rule at age five, or the council we see as Elyon rules stepped in for him for a while

- this would then mean two things: we need an explanation as to why Miriadel, Alborn and Galgheita fled explicitly from Phobos (I'll give my explanation a bit further down) and second, Phobos' reign of terror wasn't even thirteen years, and a lot of that time he was a child/teen and could not even have been mature enough to rule.

- This also means that Kandrakar pulled up the veil when Phobos was at most five, likely younger, and that the so called "Seal of Phobos" also existed at that time, as both the veil and the seal are seen in the flashback depicting Elyons abduction. For Kandrakar, this, too, I will try to explain soon, but as for the seal, I find it most plausible that the theory @ror-witch used in their fanfiction, of the seal being a royal heirloom and named after each ruler, is true.

- His and his mother's relationship was neither as bad as some assumptions go, but neither was it that good, probably, or at least it wasn't in his perception. See how his memory is of her cradling the baby the entire time and talking more about his sisters birthright than about what he has/can do? Yes, it's only a short memory, but I think it's clear that it's a summary of what he remembers of his mother.

- Phobos desire to rule Meridian does not stem from something deeply sinister, but rather from a childish spite. Five year old Phobos probably just wanted the crown cause it looked nice and shiny, and he was fabulous even back then, but after his mothers words, he sulked and decided to show her. That's his motivation.

So, now let's go a bit further and look at some other things we can deduce from the rest of the comics:

- Phobos has a huge dungeon, a wall of roses that turn people into more roses if they touch it and his plan for the annihilation of Meridian is "Well, Cedric and I hide in the castle and...we'll see". He hates the people of Meridian, but he doesn't seem to have it in him to directly attack anyone until Elyon is there and even here, when he has her knocked out in their duel or locked up as Endarno, he isn't unnecessarily cruel. He's not evil in nature, he's more of a very dangerous child throwing tantrums. ( Cedric is kinda similar, and they both start losing it toward the coronation, but I sincerely believe that before that, there would have been a chance for them to come around )

- The only person he ever tortures or even hurts directly is Cedric. Because one, he likes Cedric and so gets more extreme emotions around him, and two, Cedric never says anything, and just plays it of afterwards, so I don't know if he even fully realizes what he's doing, like a child hitting someone. If Cedric ever just said "Stop it, you're hurting me", Phobos would probably need an entire week to process that input.

- Phobos is VERY reclusive, and he doesn't want anyone to have even pictures of him, and while that could be a God complex, I get some highly insecure vibes out of it, in a vulnerable narcissist kinda way, in that he is massively overcompensating. I gotta admit, though, that I cannot put my finger on why, so maybe take this with a grain of salt and decide for yourself if you agree.

- Kandrakar never orders the guardians to help Meridian in any way, just to make sure nothing oozes out. They likely pulled up the veil for their own protection, so Phobos wouldn't be able to spread far enough to become a real danger, rather than to protect innocent people, as clearly the Meridian people mean shit to them

- while the guards are widely feared in Meridian, Cedric seems to be viewed as... not very frightening or important, as some random merchant feels comfortable clinging to his cape (and rightfully so, apparently, as Cedric just tells him to piss off and doesn't care any further). This further leads me to believe that Cedric is rather unhealthy devoted to Phobos and his tantrums while their shitty ass reign leaves a lot of free space for unsuited people to become guards and tyranize the people.

- the King and Queen seem to have died in rapid succession, and shortly after the scene shown above, yet she looks perfectly healthy in that scene.

Now, what do I make of all this?

I believe the line of events to be as follows:

I don't think Phobos traveling back in time is a viable theory for mainly two reasons: I think his mother would be less chill around him if she saw/heard about his reign herself, and I believe that it would have been mentioned somewhere along the way if that were the case. Instead, what I believe happened is that the oracle had a vague vision of Phobos nearly taking over Kandrakar. Deciding in their random mood swings that today was a day of action, they had the people of Meridian informed that the next male born to a queen would become a dangerous tyrant, pulled up a veil and set their guardians to make sure nothing oozed out.

The veil, of course, made the people of Meridian feel trapped and a horror of the unborn prince who would ruin their lives spread.

So, when Weira gave birth to that prince, a full blown panic spread, so much so that she, in a fit of hysterical emotion, named him after that boust of panic. Of course, people tried to kill the prince basically from the moment he was born, and he was met with barely concealed resentment.

Soon after, Weira and her husband died - whether they were killed, or fell ill, or died in an accident, I have no idea, but I wouldn't completely rule out an assassination either aimed at Phobos and accidentally hitting them or the strain making at least one of them fall terminally ill.

Either the people rioted and Phobos' magic panic reaction or the leftover loyal guard was enough to fight them back, or the people succumbed to their fate at this point, slumping into the state of despair seen throughout the comics. But in the end, five year old Phobos had to be handed the throne. I assume the council still had some say at this point, but he did manage to get all pictures of him destroyed - this order was likely due to the fact that they were mostly caricatures.

So he grew up with the very volatile combination of a shitton of power and no one able to tell him if he was being stupid on one hand, and feeling unloved and unwanted on the other. He withdrew, likely also due to countless assassination attempts or things he perceived as such, and went into a negative feedback loop of being unable to mature and take responsibility, therefore being a shit ruler, therefore being hated, therefore having no one to help him, therefore being unable to face and grow from his mistakes, rinse and repeat.

So, Meridian was plunged into chaos, yet he seemed fine more or less just sitting in the new playroom he made for himself in the gardens, sporadically giving out an order or two and having generally no idea about anything that didn't directly concern him.

Enter Elyon. Now, she send him of the rails, as she was a danger to his lifestyle AND a reminder of all the sentiments he'd be drowning in alcohol if he wasn't too much of a recluse and education denier to know of that option. He doesn't even try. He just lets Cedric, the one person he trusts, handle her, like everything else, and somewhat plays along sometimes, when he feels like it. This is where he passes the point of no return and starts actually trying to kill people, culminating in him creating an army to wipe out Meridian. I still believe that even at this point, in his head, what he's doing is just throwing a nice toy out the window just so his sister won't have it.

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miss-smutty · 3 years ago

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 3

A/N- The secrets out! Well to you guys anyway 🤫

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter destruction. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Word count- 3,258

Warnings- Swearing, lies, deceit, cheating

Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you / Liam Hemsworth X you

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 25th May 2021

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings

Chapter 1 + 2

"Morning babe, I tried to let you have a sleep in. I didn't wake you did I?" He asks, preoccupied with the washing up.

"No, I actually had a good sleep for once." You say nonchalantly while searching through the kitchen cupboards for a mug in a half asleep haze. "That's not going to last long when I have to spend the weekend in a hotel bed though."

Finally finding your favourite mug right at the back of the cupboard, you slam it on the counter a little more aggressively than you expected, startling you out of your daziness. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrow at you questioningly and you just shrug your shoulders back at him. It was definitely going to be one of them days, those days where nothing goes right. You would question what you'd done to deserve it but you already know the answer to that. You were just going to have to put up with karma kicking your ass at any given moment for the rest of your life.

"Aww I know babe, at least it's only two night's though." He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You've just reminded me -" He presses carefully, the way he shifts his composure telling you he's uncomfortable with what he's about to say and your heart begins to beat a little faster. " - I know you're going away tomorrow and I really wanted to have the night alone..." He pauses again.

"Just tell me, what is it?" You ask, trying to keep the annoyance from your voice.

"My brother called this morning, he sounds in a bad way so I said he can come over and hang out tonight. You don't mind do you?" Now your heart stops beating completely, what the hell is he playing at?

"I'm worried about him, he's not been right lately and he's going away for work tomorrow night too so it's the only time I can see him really." You're angry with him for saying he's going away too, how more fucking obvious can he make it? You're just both suspiciously going to be away with work at the same time. You can't protest about it now, you don't want to raise any more questions.

"No of course not, babe." You agree reluctantly, still seething with anger on the inside. "Right, I'm going for a shower and then I better start packing." You sulk.

"Do you want some help?" He ask as you kiss him on his cheek while you're passing.

"It's ok babe, you know how meticulous I am with my packing." You say smiling softly at him.

"Gotcha, I am not getting involved with that. Give me a shout if you want a coffee."

"You're the best."

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Using the tap to muffle the sound of your voice while you make a call. This was starting to become a habit now, the sound of running water in the background whenever you speak to him, a memory that you will never forget. Whenever you run your bath or fill the sink you're going to be reminded of your lying and cheating. Great! Just another thing to add to the list of things to look forward to in the future.

You never thought you'd be a cheater, especially to someone you loved and cared for so deeply. You'd always despised people who cheated, could never understand how people could have multiple lives and cheat multiple times. Naively thinking that if they weren't happy they should just tell the person they are with and stop all the hurt but it doesn't always work that way. You didn't suddenly think 'hey I'm not happy, I'm going to go fuck someone else'. You certainly wouldn't have chosen his brother if that was the case. Over the years it just happened and you hated yourself for it. You weren't even unhappy in your relationship, so that throws all your theories of 'cheaters' completely out of the window. The sound of the dial tone snaps you from your thoughts.

"Hi babe." He answers almost immediately, leaving you with no time to regain your composure. "Hello?"

"Oh erm.... Don't 'hi babe' me." Not a great start, you have to admit.

"What's wrong?" You can tell that Chris is amused with your tone of voice and it makes that anger resurface.

"You know exactly what's wrong, why the fuck are you coming over here tonight?"

"Erm to s-" you don't even give him time to speak before you interrupt him. You don't believe that he's just coming to see Liam, you know he's coming to see you no matter what he says.

"As if it's not awkward enough without having you both in the same house together... You have to cancel." The thought of them both being together with you filled you with fear. How were you supposed to act around them both? The idea of it fills you with chills.

"I'm not cancelling. I haven't seen him in a while and he invited me. It'll be fine, I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise. I get you all to myself tomorrow anyway."

"Exactly so why do you need to come over here and make everything all awkward?"

"Babe I'm coming to see my brother, you get me to yourself tomorrow. Don't be selfish" you could hear the amusement in his voice, you're sure he enjoys this.

"Pfft." A huff is about the only thing you could manage right now.

"You get to have both your favourite people in the same room, at the same time... Hey maybe we can have a threesome?"

"Fuck off." You murmur, although you have to admit the thought of it does turn you on slightly. In a perfect world that would be the best possible outcome but it's not a perfect world and that most definitely would never happen.

"I'll see you tonight, wear something sexy." He laughs.

"This isn't funny." You reply before hanging up the phone and you're left alone with the tormenting sound of flowing water.

This is going to be a disaster, you can't help but think that tonight is the night it all comes out. Surely this isn't what he has planned, he wouldn't want to hurt his brother in such a viscous way. To announce at dinner that he's fucking his girlfriend and that they've been going behind his back and fucking for years. Surely not? You're pretty sure you're being paranoid but know you're going to be on the edge of your seat all night, frightened everytime he opens his mouth to speak.

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You're sure you've downed almost a full bottle of wine before he's even arrived, you try to remember how many glasses you've had when you finally hear the dreaded chime of the doorbell. Your head is dizzy with bubbles already, your stomach churning at the thought. It wasn't the cleverest of ideas to drink so much already, not when you need to be sharp and aware of what you're doing and saying. Fuck.

The way Chris' eyes light up when he sees you reminds you exactly why this is all worth it. You feel your nerves settle slightly now the first step was over and it wasn't so bad was it? You don't know what you were actually expecting, him to walk through the door and kiss you passionately sounds about right though.

"Chris! Hi, how you doing?" You act, standing on your tiptoes to hug him. It's so hard acting like he's your brother in law and not your... Boyfriend? Lover? You don't even know what to call him.

"Hi, beautiful." He whispers into your ear, making your stomach flip when you feel his lips graze against your neck. "I'm good thank you, how are you guys?" He says louder, moving away from your arms reluctantly and standing against the counter. The glint in his eyes and the smirk on his lips make him look sexy as hell, you bite onto your lip as hard as you can. Hoping to draw blood so you can concentrate on the pain and not the fact you want to rip your boyfriend's brothers clothes off.

"We're great" Liam replies.

"I'm sure you are." Chris says sarcastically under his breath, luckily Liam didn't hear him. You give Chris the glare, reminding him to be on his best behaviour.

"But how are you? You didn't sound too good the other day." Liam asks, opening a bottle of wine.

"I was probably just tired bro, you know how it is. I don't get much sleep nowadays."

"Oh yeah, is a woman involved by any chance?" Liam asks, laughing to himself.

"Yeah, something like that." Chris subtly grazes your hand as you walk into the kitchen to help Liam. You freeze on the spot, looking into his eyes you see a desperately pleading look. You know this is torture for him, that he just wants to grab you and hold onto you. Even though he tries his best not to, he hates his brother for it, he hates that he gets to have you.

"Anyway, it smells great in here. What you making?" Chris says locked in eye contact with you.

"I've just thrown together some dinner." You say casually, although deep down your heart is tugging and your hands are shaking.

"Her food is fucking amazing, I probably should have made sure you hadn't eaten first though?" Liam puts his arms around you and kisses your cheek as you carry on stirring the food on the stove. You're glad you have your back to Chris because you dread to think of his reaction. How you have to pretend you don't know each other on that deep level. You had tried to warn him that this was a bad idea.

"Yeah, no that would be awesome. Thanks" You can tell by the way his voice broke that this is causing him pain and there's nothing you can do about it.

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"Do you want a beer or are you ok with wine?" Liam asks Chris as you sit down at the table ready to eat.

"I'd love a beer bro" Chris replies. You watch from the corner of your eye as Liam heads to the fridge, your heart beating a little faster now he's out of sight. Looking to Chris nervously.

Chris takes the opportunity while Liams back is turned and grabs your hand under the table. Stroking your palm with his thumb he mouths the words 'love you'. You can't help but feel sorry for him, this horrible situation you're all in. You mouth the words back to him before he lets your hand go when Liam comes back into sight.

All the way through the meal Chris can't take his eyes off of you, you're worried Liam will notice but he's paying no attention. Obviously he has no reason to doubt his loyal girlfriend and protective big brother, why would he? Which makes your betrayal even more unbearable.

"This is great Y/N." Chris says after tasting your food and moving your dress a little higher so he can place his hand on the top of your bare thigh under the table. The shock makes you jump and you hit your knee on the top of the table.

"Are you alright?" Liam asks looking slightly confused.

"Sorry, yeah. I just burnt my mouth." There's a slight hint of amusement in your words, you're a bad person but the situation is just too much not to find it slightly funny. The feel of Chris' hand on your thigh makes you feel butterflies in your stomach at the same time as the deep sick feeling of dread, your mind in a giant conflicted turmoil of feelings.

You can see Chris is also trying to hide his laugh as he takes a sip from his beer, one hand still on your thigh. Why the fuck am I sat in the middle? You hadn't thought about it when you'd sat down but now realise it was a massive mistake and also subconsciously the perfect place for you. The playing piece in a match against brothers, only one player is unaware there is any contest at all.

Chris finishes his beer and puts it down on the table loudly, filling the awkward silence between you all. You can understand the awkwardness between you and Chris but why is Liam not speaking? He wanted to see Chris to figure out what was wrong with him but he's not asking any questions. Has he figured it out? Did he see Chris touch your hand earlier? Had he seen you both whispering? You wriggle in your chair, feeling deadly uncomfortable and hoping Chris would move his hand. He didn't take the hint.

"Do you want another?" Liam asks Chris, already getting up from his chair and not waiting for an answer. Something is definitely wrong. Chris's hand moves further up your thigh, grazing the lace of your panties with the tip of his long finger. He's also completely oblivious to your awkwardness, drinking too much is numbing his senses and becoming dangerous. He's playing with fire.

You fling your chair back from the table, standing abruptly, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and nervousness.

"I'm just gunna get some more beers from the basement." Liam announces, Chris sat cooly in his chair with not an ounce of nervousness.

"It's ok I'll go, you guys have a chat." You say, desperately needing to escape for a minute to catch your breath.

"Don't be silly, it'll only take me a minute." Liam says, already walking towards the door.

Chris takes his cue again, standing from his chair and moving over to you. Standing closely so he can whisper in your ear, his arm pressed to the small of your back while he holds you against him.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed again tomorrow Y/N. I've waited too long."

"Chris, shh."

"No, you shh. I wish I had you now, right here. I could just sit you up on this counter and fuck you right here -" He moves his hand up your skirt, gripping your ass in his big hands. "- You want that don't you? Tell me." His teeth graze the skin on your neck, making your head hang back loosely. You want it so bad, all your tension melts away as your muscles relax in his arms.

"We've got all weekend Chris, we can't do this here. It's too risky." You sigh, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck and listening for any sign of Liam.

"Fuck I know but it's so hard being here with you and not being able to fucking touch you." He moves away from you, running his hand though his hair in frustration.

"I told you how hard it'd be." You say.

"How hard what would be?" Liam asks breathlessly. Fuck. You hadn't heard him coming back, how much more had he heard?

You're lost for words, completely frozen in shock. If he hadn't heard or seen anything it was still way too close for your liking.

"To shoot this ball of foil into that bin from all the way over here." Chris replies hastily, you're incredibly impressed with his quick thinking.

"Let me have a go then." Liam says, taking the foil from Chris. Typical competive brothers. Chris turns to you and winks devilishly, you're perfectly aware of how desirable he looks but you try to push that thought aside. You can't be thinking about that, the things he had just been saying and the thrill of almost being caught, all at once.

"My turn." You say raising your eyebrows at them both as you swing your hips, confidently over to the fridge. Chris bites his lip as he watches you walk over. "Watch and learn boys." This is quite possibly the strangest situation you've ever been in but you might as well make the most of it.

You shoot your shot and land the foil ball straight into the bin. Turning around and bowing, you're wide eyed when you straighten back up. They both moved towards you as if they were going to kiss you, luckily Chris stopped himself in time.

"Only you could've landed that shot." Liam says, picking you up in his arms, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him while he kisses your lips deeply.

You risk a glance at Chris over Liam's shoulder and he's seething with anger, you can see it written all over his face.

"I'm gunna go outside for some air." Chris announces blankly while Liam sets you back on the ground, a look of concern on his face.

"You alright bro?" Liam asks with no reply from Chris as he walks out of the door.

You get on with the cleaning up, distracting yourself and hoping Liam hadn't noticed Chris' reaction. You can sense Liam behind you, stood on the spot thinking. He's working it out, he's putting together all the pieces and finally working it out.

"I've worked out what's wrong with Chris." He comes up behind you, emptying the plates into the trash. Fuck, here we go.

"What do you mean?" You ask gently, not really wanting to hear his conclusion.

"You know, the reason why he's been moping about all the time." You don't turn around, you just listen, hiding your face and any reaction you're showing. "Well he's quite obviously jealous of us." He adds. There we go, he's worked it out or he's definitely worked out Chris' part in it all.

You felt your stomach drop, Chris was so obvious it wouldn't take a genius to see something was wrong.

"What makes you say that?" You press, carefully. Your back still turned to Liam while you clean the surfaces.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice how he just acted when I kissed you." Of course you noticed, you just hoped Liam hadn't. It won't be long until he puts all the pieces together and figures this all out, if he hasn't already. You pour the last of the bottle of wine into your glass, gulping it greedily. Lord knows you're going to need it.

"He needs a girlfriend, can't you fix him up with one of your friends?" You can't describe the relief you feel right now and a small twang of jealousy at the thought of Chris with one of your friends.

"I'm sure your brother isn't short of admirers Liam, he doesn't need me to fix him up" Your tone of voice was a little too short. Pull it together.

"I suppose you're right but he doesn't have the best taste in women does he?" You can feel your cheeks burning, you're fighting the urge to defend yourself. Telling Liam his brother had the same taste in women when it came to you, wouldn't go down quite so well would it?

"I'm seeing someone actually Liam." Chris says, overhearing your conversation as he came back in after finally composing himself.

"Oh really? You never said." Liam asks curiously.

"Yeah, we're keeping it to ourselves for now... Until she tells her boyfriend." What the actual fuck? You can't believe he's just said that, he looks at you defiantly, completely over this whole thing.

Liam nearly spat his drink out and you're sure your cheeks are beetroot red, you don't have a clue what to do in this situation.

"Is she married? Do I know her?" Liam questions further. You're hoping and praying he stops with the questions, Chris is ready and willing to come clean, you can tell by his expression.

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

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