#he fell over like 5 mins later..

[kirwell]

Swooping down to catch my skeleton before he could crumble to the floor in a pile of mangled bones, a gasp escaping my lips, and my hand resting under his slender, bony spine as I gaze deeply into piercing black sockets, has been the most romantic thing I've ever done,,

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[cottonlemonade]

Dracula And His Damsel

word count: 1135 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kyotani x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with a pinch of spice

warnings: mdni, suggestive

request: watching Nightmare Before Christmas with pumpkin-spice, dressed as a tomato with Kyotani || fluffy-spicy, Halloween costume shopping with boyfriend Kyotani

Only through the power of undying love was Kyotani able to cross the threshold of the costume parlor. After weeks of hints decreasing in subtlety by the day, had he agreed to a couple’s costume for this year’s Halloween party under the condition that it would be nothing too out there or embarrassing. Even though, in all honesty, you could have asked him to wear a dress and he would have, just to see you smile.

“How about this one?”, you asked, holding up a picture of the Barbie movie on your phone, “You’re halfway there already. You’re hot, blond and your name is Kentaro.”

You giggled at your own joke and it turned into a full laugh when you saw his unimpressed expression.

“Let’s make this quick, alright?”

“Ah ah ah, good things take time, babe. Now, what are you in the mood for? Something dangerous? Creepy? Funny? Sexy?” With each new word, you pulled a different costume from the rack.

Your boyfriend raised a brow at the last piece. “What’s that supposed to be?”

“The Phantom of the Opera. A classic…”, you sighed dreamily, “And pretty simple. I just need a fancy ball gown for my part. Wanna try it on?”

“I’m good.”, he replied, disinterested, “Let’s get that one and leave.”

You hit him with the big doe eyes - a trick that had yet to fail its effect.

“But I wanna see how it looks beforehand. Please~?”

Today was no different.

“Fine…” Snatching the cloak and mask from you, he let you usher him to the spacious changing rooms - no wonder they were so big, considering some costumes were made to be worn by two people.

Five minutes later you brushed the curtain to the side to inspect. Kyotani flinched, needlessly trying to cover himself even though he was fully dressed.

“Ya can’t just come in here, ya know?”

“Says who?”, you replied and began brushing along the cloak and fixing his collar, “You look so handsome… even more so than usual.”

It was no use pretending that he didn’t love your praise. Years of pathetically crushing on you, followed now by months of clumsily being a boyfriend for the very first time had taught him that when it came to you, anything was his weakness. And your warm hands running over his chest, combined with sweet talk ensured he would stay in this dressing room until closing time if you told him to.

Reaching out of the curtain for a moment, you produced another hanger with a - to him - absolutely identical costume you found.

“If the phantom isn’t it, how about we go with another classic? Draculaaaa~”

“And who would you be?”

“Well…”, you said, tapping your finger thoughtfully on your chin, “I could either be some woman you seduce ooor maybe a vampire huntress?”

He hated how that idea made him blush and he was even more embarrassed when you noticed.

“Oh? You like the idea? Well, say no more! Imma grab a dress.” And with that, you wooshed out of the changing room.

A little while later, while he was tying the black and red cape, you slipped back through his curtain.

“Could you please help me with the corset, baby?”

“The c-…”

You would 100% be the death of him. It was only a matter of time.

Part of the reason he fell for you in the first place was that you were the exact opposite of him, bright and friendly, definitely something people would call approachable. And where he was considered lean and lanky, you were soft and rounded. This had led to many many afternoons of him bringing you home after a date and not being able to stop when you kissed him Goodnight because the feeling of your warm chub between his cold fingers was more addictive than anything he’d ever experienced.

“Babe?”, you asked when he could only stare.

“Hm?”

“The corset?”

“Right.”

You smiled and turned your back to him expectantly.

He examined the laces.

“Uhm… what… what do I do?”

“It’s kinda like putting on shoes, just tighten it a little. Not too much though, I like to breathe.”

The knowledge that he could hurt you in this situation if he did something wrong, made him hesitate but with a bit more encouragement (praise) he finished the job in no time.

“What do you think?”

You tilted your head a little, meeting his eyes in the large mirror.

“Pretty.”, he said, clearing his throat. His eyes had dropped down and landed on your breasts, plump and on display with the corset.

Obviously, you caught him looking. “Yeah?”, you teased, “Let’s take a picture. I wanna try something.”

You turned to the side, leaning your back against the wall, and pulled out your phone.

He stood there, waiting for instructions.

“Come here and pretend to bite my neck.”

And there was that stupid blush again. He stepped closer and opened his mouth as wide as he could, hovering over that sensitive bit of skin that usually made you so… noisy when you were alone. The camera clicked and he straightened, waiting for your verdict.

“Hm.”, you said, “It doesn’t look quite right.” You turned the screen so he could see. He looked very very stiff but that was his default in any pictures to be fair. He only had two modes. Stiff or glaring - already a huge upgrade from his high school days.

“Maybe this time try putting your hand here - yes, like that, the other there - perfect - and when you lean in, maybe just kiss my neck but with a bit more teeth.”

A truly terrible idea as he came to realize soon enough. The smell of your perfume and feeling of your warmth had him entranced and he could only vaguely hear you taking one picture after another.

You didn’t tell him to stop.

Only a small eternity later did he hear you gasp his name.

He moved in even closer, pressing his body against you, and automatically slotted his leg between yours.

His sharp incisors raked over your skin, making you shudder in his arms.

You brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders, steadying yourself as he continued to kiss, touch, and grind.

A large calloused hand came up to your breasts but with the corset, it was impossible to grab. He focused on his thigh pushing up to your core, groaning with frustration at that piece of impenetrable fabric keeping him from feeling heaven.

“Excuse me? Sir? Miss? What are you doing?”, the voice of the store clerk rang through the curtain and burst the hot bubble you were in.

“We’re almost out.”, you replied, decidedly croaky sounding.

Suddenly glad for the robes hiding his otherwise very prominent problem, Kyotani panted quietly, “We should get these ones.”

art: @_geolatte on Twitter

a/n: request for @rosetakemi

Thank you very much for your request! Ngl I thought I would struggle a whole lot more writing for him but it was actually really fun! I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

That concludes the Halloween event. Thank you so so much to everyone who participated, liked, commented, and reblogged. While the event was going on I surpassed 1000 followers and I can’t wrap my head around that. That’s so many of you!!! The next event will be a much simpler one that I had planned since… like May, but always kept pushing back because I thought of other things xD

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

Jellybean

summary: you are very pregnant and harry can't go a day without quality bump time.

word count: 1067

read time: 5 min

content warning ⚠️: pregnancy, fluffy fluff fluff

a/n: my brain is such an odd place. i saw this tik tok and my brain instantly came up with this haha because...harold absolutely would lol. Enjoy!

You’d been rolling around on your California king mattress for the better half of two hours now. You’ve rolled from your side to Harry’s rearranging the expensive pregnancy pillow that Harry had gotten you the day you found out you were pregnant, and still nothing seemed to get you comfortable. 

Part of it was your bundle of joy, nestled warmly in your womb having a block party for one. But mainly you were just frustrated, and on top of that sleep deprived and, so heavily pregnant. You were about ready to pop any second, and yet your lovely, attentive husband was on the other side of the world, working. And worse of all, you hadn’t spoken to him all day, besides your daily “Good Morning, Lovie” text.  In all your time together with Harry,  it never bothered you. The traveling, or the fact that you’d go all day without hearing from him. He was a busy man, and a hard worker, it’s part of the reason you fell so hard for him, and married him. 

But with the pregnancy hormones, and the fact that the princess treatment that you’d become accustomed to getting from your doting husband over the last few months has been missing in his absence the last few days, it was taking a bit of a toll on you. 

So when your phone buzzed later that night with a text from Harry you couldn’t help the happy and frustrated tears that welled up in your eyes. And when you saw that adorable contact photo of him pop up on your screen with an incoming call, well you started bawling. You answer the phone and instantly your bad mood dissipates when you hear the smooth honey sound of Harry’s drowsy bedtime voice. 

“Hey, Lovie.” Harry coos into the phone.

“Hey, you” you sigh, trying your best to put on a smile, but you’re not very convincing. It only makes Harry crack a smile. He hates how uncomfortable you’ve been the last months, but he can practically hear your adorable pout through the phone and it makes his heart go all fuzzy. 

“How long have you been trying to sleep?”

“Hours!” you whine, slightly dramatic, “They really are your kid, you know? Just bouncing off the walls, when all I want to do is sleep.” You grumble and can hear him chuckle over the phone. “Harry, I’m serious! I feel like I haven't slept in days. If they’re not tap dancing on my bladder, they’re doing somersaults off my ribs.”  

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to laugh. I’m sorry you're uncomfortable, and I hate not being there to help. Do you have the pillow? Is it helping any?” 

“Yeah, but everytime I think I’m comfortable, Jellybean has other plans.” you chuckle slightly, taking a breath and looking down at your bump, bottom lip going wobbly, “I just want him here, already.” You sigh, whipping a tear that slipped despite your best efforts. “And you, too. I missed you today.” 

Hearing your voice crack with sadness, it was like something grabbed at his heart and twisted it. He hated, despised, being away from you. Especially now that you were so close to welcoming your first baby. But it was ‘unavoidable’ according to everyone he spoke to while he tried to keep the meetings to Zoom. So there he was, halfway across the world while his beautiful, very pregnant, and sleep deprived wife cried to him over the phone. He felt like the world's worst husband, and he hated it. 

But he had to remind himself that you and your baby on the way were what he was doing all the work for in the first place. And in nearly 24 hours, he’ll be right back in your arms, cradling your bump and kissing your plump cheeks. 

“Aww, baby I missed you too. But just think, this time tomorrow I’ll be right there with you. And we’ll be holding our Jellybean in just a few more weeks, yeah?” he lulled. 

“I know…but you know how impatient I am.” you laugh, and he does too. 

“Oh, trust me I do.” he chuckles, remembering all the subtle ‘hints’ you dropped in the years leading up to your engagement. He takes a moment and remembers that there is one person he hasn’t spoken to since he went out of town, “Do me a favor, Lovie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Put me on speaker, and put me next to your belly. I wanna talk to Jellybean. Set ‘em straight so mama can get some rest.” you laugh loudly into the phone and he smiles, “I’m serious, let me speak to ‘em. They listen to me.” You can’t help but smile, because it’s very true. Your bundle of joy hasn’t even arrived yet, and it seemed the two had already formed a little alliance between them. 

“Alright,” you sigh before hitting the speaker button, “there, you're on speaker.” 

“Okay put me on your belly.” 

“Done.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes. 

“Hey, Jellybean,” Harry coos, and your heart warms at the sound. Your eyes begin to water when you feel your baby, seemingly to respond to his voice. “Your mama told me you're giving her a hard time. I thought we talked about this before I left, hm? It’s late and you both need to sleep. Okay?” Harry stops talking for a second, as if he can hear the little kicks to the speaker. “I know, you want out, but you’ve got a few more weeks. We are as excited as you are. But your mama is too pretty and needs her beauty rest, so let her sleep, and you rest too, okay bubs?” He hears you laugh, and he feels better knowing that even though you're so uncomfortable he’s able to put a smile on your face. “Now hand the phone back to your mother.” 

“Thank you for that,” you chuckle, “They’ve  actually calmed down a bit. May actually get a few hours in.” 

“That’s good. Told you, they listen to me.” 

“Yeah, something tells me that that’s going to be an issue when they’re here.” you laugh running a hand over your bump. “Just gonna be you two ganging up on me.” 

“Maybe.” he chuckles, “Well, I’ll let you sleep while you can, alright?” 

“Okay. I’ll try. I love you.” you yawn, already feeling sleep creep up on you. 

“Love you too baby. Goodnight.” 

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[shuenkio]

A day in ENHYPEN | OT7

Cw: mentioned of dick, masturbate, dirty talk, slightly nsfw.

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Starting off with the normal routine, M/N wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock. Sitting up with a groan, Swing your legs off the bed and gets up. As you stretches and yawns, M/N heads over to his dresser and throws on some casual clothes. Then, heads for the bathroom. Just as M/N was about to step inside the bathroom, You noticed that someone else was already in there. You thought for a moment that You had managed to beat everyone to the punch and be the first one in the dorm that day. However, it didn't take long before M/N realized that he was wrong. As you got up and left his room, you was greeted by a chaotic scene as the members bustled around getting ready for the day, some even eating breakfast,that jay had made. The dorm was filled with noise and movement as the members got ready, reminding him that there was never a quiet moment in this place.

You knock on the bathroom's door to see if there anyone inside then a voice response.

"It me M/N, I'm just taking a shower, if uou you wanna use thr toilet come in" Heeseung said, while he was in the enclose shower.

As you entered, closing the door behind you, the sound of running water filled your ears. Settling onto the toilet seat, about 5 min later, you were suddenly interrupted by a series of increasingly audible moans echoing from within the shower stall. The source was unmistakable - he was pleasuring himself or masturbating they say?He seemingly didn't care to your presence just inches away. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his vocalizations, you found yourself covering your ears in an attempt to block out the noise.

"Hyunng!! It's 7 in the morning??"

"Sorry m/n i-.. *shallow breathing* i needed to do it nghh"

The world around him faded into insignificance as he chased the peak of pleasure. His grip tightened around his member, matching the rhythmic strokes with increasing urgency. Each movement sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through his veins, drawing him closer and closer . As he reached his desire, a guttural groan escaped his lips, announcing the imminent release. With one final thrust, a torrent of semen erupted from his body, shooting the bathroom wall in stark.

"It feel hella good haaa"

As you stepped into your bedroom, fresh from the shower and eager to slip into something comfortable, you were met with an unexpected sight. Ni-ki stood before you, completely nude and unabashedly displaying butt and crotch free. The scene leaving you momentarily speechless.

"Oh lord" you managed to stammer, caught off guard by the sudden exposure.

"I didn't realize anyone else was in here" Ni-ki greet you, His eyes danced playfully as he noticed your gaze lingering on his lower half. Seizing the opportunity to tease, he leaned forward and murmured in a husky voice.

"You like the view young boy?"

As you shook your head in disbelief, he continued to push boundaries, swaying his hips seductively and causing his dick to bounce up and down with each movement, laterally breathing air.

"I could do this all day if you like M/N~ uh oh comeback don't LEaVe me"

After dressing and attempting to put the earlier encounter behind you, you made your way to the kitchen for breakfast. As others trickled in, Jay casually mentioned hearing someone moaning in the bathroom earlier. The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention towards Heeseung, whose face flushed crimson at the mention of his private indulgence.Embarrassed, he raised his hand sheepishly and admitted with a barely audible whisper,

"It was me"

The dorm erupted into a cacophony of reactions - some snickered, others shook their heads in disapproval, while most simply resumed eating their breakfast.

Amidst the chatter, Heeseung seized the opportunity to shift the focus away from his earlier confession. With a self-assured grin, he declared. Heeseung, unable to resist the temptation to boast about his recent experience, interjected with a bold declaration

"Oh man, I couldn't stop myself after sweaty wet dream last night, it needs to be release tsk. Trust me, none of you can understand the sensation of having such an big dick like mine" He responded with confidence, still remember how it's feel like doing it in the bathroom. The older members took issue with this claim and quickly chimed in. In response ,jay fired back.

"Nope It was me hyung, you merely lack with my true potential. You're just seeing my soft side, but trust me when I say that my full hard stature is far more than you can imagine" His witty comeback drew laughter from some and stunned silence from others, effectively shifting the focus of the conversation onto his size.Soon later Jake couldn't resist joining in either before burst out.

"Length isn't everything, gentlemen. What truly matters is the overall package and let me tell you, my dick pack them both. I may not be record-breaking of length, my dick can destroy your ass completely ,huff"

Jake's bold statement left the room buzzing with intrigue and curiosity once again. As the debate raged on, a new player entered the scene. Sunghoon, seemingly unfazed by the ongoing discussion, nonchalantly dropped his pants and revealed his stark white throbbing, soft dick with a delicate pink tip. His sudden entrance silenced the room as all eyes fell upon him. he speak up:

"Fuck all of you, quit this childish shit talking. It seems you all forgotten about my treasure. my white cock solo all of you"

Just as the tension seemed to dissipate, another unexpected one joined, Ni-ki, known for his slender frame, slid his pants down and proudly displayed a long, glistening penis that commanded jaw dropped from all the members.

"Ijbol, hyung hyung Just look at this meat I'm holding, skinny always got the best dick ever!!" The room gone silent in awe. Meanwhile, M/N, Jungwon and Sunoo remained indifferent. Sunoo and Jungwon continued their morning routine with calm composure, focused solely on finishing their breakfasts as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening nearby. shake of his head at the ridiculous display before him, Sunoo muttered under his breath.

"Some people never grow up, do they?"

Jungwon simply shrugged in agreement, Sipping his cup of coffee.

Once the argument over, After eating their breakfast and getting ready, the manager comes knocking on their dorm door to pick them up and take them to their workplace- the company. Once they're all ready, they head towards their workplace, getting ready for another day of work.

After completing their dance and vocal practices for the day, they head to the cafeteria to eat their lunch and recharge before taking on the next scheduled activity of the day for energy. The cafeteria is a lively and upbeat environment, with the other group chatting and laughing, as well as the aroma of tasty food filling the air.

"Eat a lot everyone, we needs a lot of energy today" jungwon announced.

Their schedule for the day is a group photo shoot, and their stylist has given them the clothes they will be wearing for the shoot. The stylist tells them to get changed in the dressing room, and they all head inside. Once inside, they each start to get changed and adjust their clothes, doing makeup and hair, getting ready for their picture-taking session.

As the day draws to a close, some members are doing their own personal schedules until late at night around 10 pm when they finish their work for the day, even earlier than expected. Their manager comes to pick them up and take them back to their dorm. When they get back to the dorm, everyone is feeling a bit too lazy to make dinner. Their leader suggests ordering online food, and then the dorm suddenly fills with chaos, again. Some members want one thing, while others want something else. It feels like pure bedlam. Meanwhile, M/N sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, a forced smile on your face as you feel like you don't know what to do or how to fit into the chaos around you.

As the ordered food finally arrives, about half an hour later, everyone sets the table and then sits down to eat and chat about what they've gone through today. There's laughter and good spirited joking as everyone eats their fill, enjoying the end of yet another busy day.

Amidst the chaos and excitement, there exists a profound sense of joy that overwhelms like a tidal wave. It's the kind of happiness that you don't wanna lose. leaving you feeling alive and happiness. It's take blood, sweat, and tears to earn your place in this whirlwind of emotions. Yet despite the challenges faced along the way, you wouldn't trade this journey for anything else because it has shaped who you are today, ENHYPEN.

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Star Crossed - Chapter 9

| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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Warnings: Normal AOUAD things, Gwi-nam Word Count: 4,890

As you looked up, you saw the one and only Gwi-nam running across the rooftop towards Cheong-san who was running towards him too. They slammed into each other and Gwi-nam got the better of the situation by slamming Cheong-san onto the ground on his back. 

“Cheong-san!” 

Su-hyeok screamed for his friend, getting up right after you had and running towards the two. 

Cheong-san yelled in agony and you looked around for something to do. You couldn’t bring yourself to fight him. You couldn’t fight your brother, no matter what he was doing to your friends. 

On-jo had run up to Gwi-nam from behind him and grabbed ahold of his jacket, trying to pull him off without success until she was slung away and landed right in front of you. You, along with Hyo-ryung and Ji-min, helped her up as she winced in pain. You lifted her shirt slightly to assess the damage and luckily there didn’t seem to be anything too bad. At the most, it would probably just bruise. 

You heard more grunts and looked up just in time to see Gwi-nam kick Su-hyeok monstrously into a pile of metal chairs. You let go of On-jo to run to him but as soon as you did she almost fell to the ground. Cursing, you picked her back up and held her up with her arm around your shoulder. You looked up to take a good look at the person you had called your brother for all your life and didn’t recognize him. Blood covered his chin and jacket. It was fresh and looked like he had just eaten somebody. You would be terrified of him being an actual full-fledged zombie if it weren’t for how conscious and aware he seemed to be. 

Joon-yeong, thankfully, ran over to help out Su-hyeok who was gasping for breath and you mentally expressed your gratitude towards him. 

Gwi-nam looked around and skimmed over who was standing in front of him, his eyes glancing over you before he did a double take. His face switched rapidly between emotions; his asshole, tough-guy, dead-eyed face changed to one of confusion, then concern, then relief, until finally, it ended on annoyance. 

“(Y/n)? What the fuck are you doing with these assholes?” He asked you and took a few steps towards you but you got dragged back by On-jo, who had gotten her strength back, Hyo-ryung, and Ji-min. All three of them pushed you behind them and you would have given a smile at them for their protectiveness but this was not the time. Gwi-nam scoffed and you stepped out in front of the three girls but On-jo and Ji-min grabbed onto your right arm while Hyo-ryung grabbed onto your left to hold you back. 

“Guys. Let me go,” you ordered them in the most terrifying and monotone voice you could muster, but it had no effect. While you didn’t regret telling them about how your act was just that, an act, you wished you had done it at a time later than this moment. 

Gwi-nam scoffed at your friends’ actions and stayed in his spot, glancing back over to everyone else. He sighed. “Who are you?” He asked them in a voice fringing on being bored to death. 

“What the hell are you? You come from the One Heart club?” Dae-su asked seriously and Gwi-nam looked behind him at the back of his jacket before stuffing his hands into his pockets with an arrogant smirk on his face. “It's me. Yeah.” When everyone continued to look confused, his smirk dropped. “You don't know? How the fuck do you not know me?”

“I know you. I said it many times before.”

“Cheong-san don’t!” You warned him and tried fruitlessly to escape the tight grips of the girls behind you. Despite not using their strength often, they were pretty strong. 

“You're the bullies' gopher,” Cheong-san ignored your warnings and Gwi-nam raised a hand while taking a threatening step forward. 

He pointed the hand he used to threaten to hit him with to point at him as he spoke out a warning. “If you call me that again, I'll kill you.”

“You weren't a gangster and you weren't a good student. And now you're not a human and you're not a zombie either. No matter the time or place… you're nothing.”

Gwi-nam scoffed and clicked his tongue before a menacing smile was set on his face. “I won't just kill you. I'll gouge out both of your eyes and feed your blind ass to the zombies. Oh, yeah,” he promised. He looked around at the group as he spoke again. “Everyone but Cheong-san and (Y/n), can go. Unless you wanna die with this fucker.”

“What do you want with (Y/n)?” Cheong-san questioned and Gwi-nam shot him a look like he was stupid.

“She’s my little fucking sister, asshole. Even if you somehow fucking killed me, I’ll still make sure she gets out of here alive,” he promised and it reminded you of how he would always protect you against your abusive father. Except this time, he’s protecting you against zombies… while promising to feed your friend to them… 

Lovely. 

When no one moved from their spots, standing with Cheong-san even after Gwi-nam took a warning step forward, the boy tilted his head slightly, annoyed. “You're all dead.” He then raced forward to charge for Cheong-san who met him halfway and they scuffled. You squirmed with all of your might against the tight grips of your friends but they only loosened slightly until they continued to wrap tightly around your arms. Ji-min did let go to rush forward and help the boys as they fought but Hyo-ryung and On-jo held strong. 

Joon-yeong got flung backwards and landed on his back, groaning and his glasses flew off his face and onto the ground beside him. 

Cheong-san got kicked towards you and Ji-min helped him up as Gwi-nam took menacingly slow steps forward until Su-hyeok appeared from behind him with a wooden portrait holder used for painting and slammed it against his back. Gwi-nam spun around to face him and quickly dodged a hit from Su-hyeok before grabbing ahold of his neck and forcing him backward to the edge of the roof. 

“Gwi-nam! Stop!” You begged but he did nothing of the sort.

Luckily, Su-hyeok was a skilled fighter. He jumped up and kicked Gwi-nam’s torso backward, making him lean back in an odd, inhuman, contorted way. His feet were still planted on the floor but his upper body levitated above the ground. His spine looked like it snapped in half. His bones crunched as he lifted himself back up and started walking towards Su-hyeok again. At his first step forward, you remembered a self-defense mechanism Su-hyeok had told you once.

If you make yourself dead weight, it will make it harder for people to keep a hold of you.

You dropped your body weight to the floor, On-jo and Hyo-ryung scrambling to keep a hold of you but you escaped too quickly for them and ran towards your brother, jumping on his back and putting him in a chokehold. It wouldn’t do anything to him, you knew this, but just like you couldn’t bear to hurt him, he couldn’t bear to hurt you either.

Or so you thought. 

Gwi-nam grabbed hold of you and threw you over his shoulder towards the corner of the roof. 

“Do yourself a favor, and stay the fuck out of this (Y/n/n),” he warned. Your breath was knocked out of your lungs harshly and you wheezed while simultaneously holding your leg where you had scraped the skin of your knee extremely harshly. Blood seeped out all across the concrete beneath you. At the metallic scent, Gwi-nam’s head redirected back to you from where it had been focused on Su-hyeok. “(Y-Y/n)?” Gwi-nam hesitantly took a step towards you, his anger and murderous face taking up that of a concerned brother once again.

Up until Nam-ra walked up behind him and slammed him across the back with a stick set aflame. He turned back to look at her and grabbed her neck, lifting her above the ground. 

“Nam-r-ra…!” You tried to weakly scream her name but you still hadn’t regained your breath. Su-hyeok ran over to you, lifting your upper body into his lap as he checked you over but you kept your eyes on the fight between your brother and your best friend. Gwi-nam smacked her down but she was insistent and stabbed the broken stick into his leg when he started moving in your direction again. He groaned and took the broken stick out of his leg, aiming for Nam-ra but she fought against him and held onto his arm. 

“Let go,” he started thrashing around but she didn’t let go of him. “Let go!” He punched her across the face and she fell to the ground but kept her hold on his arm. He then lifted her up and slammed her back against the ground a few times before finally breaking her hold. He lifted her up and off the ground by grabbing ahold of her hair to bring them face to face. 

They spoke in hushed tones that you couldn’t hear until Nam-ra threw Gwi-nam near the wall of the roof. He barely wasted a second before getting back up. Su-hyeok, who had gently set you back down onto the ground, stood up, ready to fight. He kicked the back of his knees and punched him before getting slammed against the edge of the roof by Gwi-nam. Nam-ra, out of instinct to protect her new friend, grabbed ahold of Gwi-nam and threw him over the edge of the roof. 

You watched with mixed emotions as he disappeared over the edge of the roof’s wall and closed your eyes.

“Fuck.”

Everyone took a sigh of relief after that, even you. You dragged yourself to be leaning against the wall and looked down at your legs. One was worse than the other but they both still hurt like shit. The skin was torn up around your knees and upper calves and for the time being, you weren’t able to walk or stand. 

You took your shoes off and grabbed ahold of a sharp wooden stick from beside you, using it to cut one of the knee-high socks you were wearing at the ankle. You pulled the sock up to cover the wounds and folded them in half so they would be tighter and prevent any more blood loss. They stained red instantly from how much you were bleeding but you didn’t care. Nam-ra walked up to kneel next to you and took the stick from your hand before doing the other leg for you. You could see the guilt and regret on her face so you covered one of her shaking hands with your own. 

“It was the best thing to do,” you told her and she nodded before focusing back on covering your wounds. After that, you put both of your shoes back on and tried to stand but collapsed. Su-hyeok, who had been standing by to give the two of you your space, ran forward and helped you up after the first failed attempt. “Su-hyeok, I’m fine. I just wasn’t expecting it,” you told him through gritted teeth after a certain movement made your legs sting like hell. 

“No. You’re not fine, and don’t pretend like you are.”

“You got thrown around way more times than me! You should be helping yourself!” You protested but he just scoffed and rolled his eyes before picking you up princess-style and carrying you over to the fire. 

“I was thrown around more and yet you come out more beaten up than all of us combined. Let me take care of you for once, yeah?” 

You looked away and huffed, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks and reluctantly thanking Su-hyeok when he set you down in front of the fire, carefully helping you into a sitting position before sitting next to you and stretching out his shoulder. 

“Damn, it stings!” Dae-su complained about his own wounds and you looked over at him. 

“You doing alright, Dae-su? You got thrown around too…” Your eyes roamed over his growing bruises with a noticeable look of guilt.

“Yeah, I’m alright (Y/n),” he reassured you with a smile and you returned it as you listened to Joon-yeong and Cheong-san’s conversation after Joon-yeong gave up on fixing his glasses. 

“What the hell is with that Gwi-nam kid?” Joon-yeong asked him. “You said he got bitten.”

“I don't know,” Cheong-san admitted. “It looks like he became something totally different.”

“I don't think he can die,” Su-hyeok spoke up. 

“What will we do if he climbs back up here again? None of us are in any shape to take him on again…” You trailed off and everyone nodded in agreement. 

“He's bad enough… but to be honest, I'm scared of Nam-ra too,” Ji-min admitted. “You saw her fighting before.”

“Nam-ra was literally just fighting out there to help save you guys. How could you still accuse her like this? I understand how you’re scared but she’s proven herself over and over again. How about a little trust?” You begged Ji-min and she gave you a half-hearted shrug, unsure if she would take your words seriously. 

“Well… I think it's reasonable to assume they're both half-bies-” Dae-su started until Hyo-ryung elbowed him in the gut and he grunted. “What?” He whispered to her. 

Ji-min turned to Nam-ra. “Are you really okay, Nam-ra?” She asked. “You won't do that to us, right?” She asked again when she didn’t answer the first time. 

“Would you believe me if I said that I wouldn't?” Nam-ra asked rhetorically. 

“Why do you have to say it that way? Can you at least try to make us believe you? We're going to be together anyway,” Ji-min complained.

Nam-ra took a deep breath and sighed before looking back up at JI-min who had looked down to stare at the fire that was slowly burning out. 

“I… I've never done anything but study. I don't think I was naive, I think I was a coward,” she looked down at her hands as Ji-min looked back up at her. “I was too scared my grades would drop and my mom would get mad. So I didn't do anything. I was too scared to make friends. My mom would always ask me what rank they were in class, what their parents did, how big their house was… I never even told her about (Y/n) who I’ve been friends with for over a year now,” she paused for a moment. “I never thought I'd get a chance to sit around a fire with all of you like this. It's really nice. It's my first time,” she looked up and glanced around at the group with a smile. “If we somehow manage to get out of here. I really hope we can make a fire… and hang out like this again. I really hope we can do that.”

“Sure, let's do it,” On-jo agreed and looked over to Nam-ra, their eyes locking and both smiling softly at each other. “If anyone wants to make a fire… we can all get together,” On-jo promised and you smiled to yourself. 

“Sorry, Nam-ra,” Ji-min apologized and you smiled, liking how everyone has come to see Nam-ra the way you’ve been seeing her for your whole friendship. Nam-ra looked down and chuckled softly with a smile. 

“Ooh. Did you just smile?” Dae-su joked. “Super awkward.”

“God, come on,” Hyo-ryung whispered and looked at Dae-su with irritation. 

“What now? What?” He asked her, confusion and annoyance mixing.

“Why don't you two just date already?” Wu-jin asked. “You guys are so annoying.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Psycho.”

They both spoke at the same time and you just chuckled at their similarities. If they just got over themselves, they would be a genuinely good couple. 

“Hold on.”

Everyone looked over at Nam-ra as she spoke and she looked pensive, almost hopeful.

“Did you hear that?” She asked and looked around at everyone, her eyes wide. 

“No, what is it?” Su-hyeok asked her calmly, one hand rested on your thigh right above your wound where he rubbed tiny circles on your skin and created butterflies in your stomach. 

“What? Is someone out there?” Hyo-ryung also asked, more worried and scared. 

“Oh fuck, not again,” you complained and mentally prepared yourself for the pain that would come with standing up. 

Nam-ra looked off into the distance with an expecting gaze. “Listen.”

Everyone’s heads snapped in the same direction and they gasped. 

You focused your hearing on something, you weren’t sure what but you remained focused even as the group questioned the silence. Suddenly, you heard the familiar sound of wind whirring. 

“Wait… Is that a helicopter?” You asked and stood up abruptly, Su-hyeok right beside you to help you remain balanced. Your left foot didn’t hurt as much, it was just your right that was debilitatingly painful. The others stood up after you and you all saw lights in the distance. Cheong-san walked towards the edge and looked off to see the helicopter heading straight for the school. 

“Hey…” He stated and ran back towards the campfire to grab a lit stick. “Fire!”

“Yeah, yeah! They see us! They're coming!” Wu-jin expressed and everyone started waving their hands in the air frantically. Su-hyeok handed you off to Nam-ra who held you tightly meanwhile he also waved his hands around and screamed. 

Everyone started screaming at the same time, all pleading for them to come over. Dae-su even ran up to the edge and stood on a crate to raise his body as he yelled. Joon-yeong frantically ran up behind him to make sure he didn’t fall. “This way! This way! Look over here!”

“Look at us, will you?”

“Come save us!”

“Here!”

When the helicopter grew closer so it was hovering above the roof, everyone started cheering in happiness and jumping up and down. Su-hyeok came back over to help support you and Nam-ra let go in favor of covering her ears from how loud the wind was. You all continued to celebrate when you all saw four soldiers dressed in black gear slide down two ropes they threw out from the aircraft, two at a time, and land on the roof with you. Once they were down, they pointed their guns at you and you all backed up in confusion and fear, the cheering and thanking stopping immediately. The helicopter they came down from slowly rose up again and flew away and you all stood with your hands in the air, confused. 

“Get down. All of you,” one of the soldiers commanded but you all stood still, unmoving. 

Dae-su spoke first and asked the soldiers, “Sir. Can you please help us?” They all aimed their guns directly at him threateningly and screamed out orders.

“Face down on the ground! Get down!”

Slowly, each of you lowered yourselves to the ground, Su-hyeok helping you before following, and you all were on the ground, lying on your stomachs. They started walking around and pressing a device near your necks. It beeped after a second and the soldier then repeated a number. You guessed they were thermometers and just prayed for Nam-ra to still be as warm as she was earlier today. You looked over at Nam-ra and saw her using her hair to cover her reddened eye. 

When the soldier made his way around to you, you tensed as he held the thermometer up to your neck. 

“35.2° C. This one also needs medical attention to her legs. Providing warming blanket and first aid kit now.” 

They continued going around, checking each person’s temperature while one soldier ran to get the warming blanket and first aid kit for you. Su-hyeok came rushing forward to assist you with the cleaning and bandaging process after he was cleared and got permission to do so from the soldiers. You watched him as he wiped down your knee, trying not to think of the sting, and saw the thermometer light up in red as the soldier checked Nam-ra. You held your breath as he spoke. “34.5°. Providing a warming blanket.” 

You let out a sigh of relief as one of the other soldiers came back with another metallic blanket and wrapped it around her back. 

“We'll rescue them after the mission's complete. Over,” one of the soldiers announced and the others nodded their heads. “You can get up now.”

Everyone slowly stood to rise, Su-hyeok helping you when you almost stumbled. Your legs were better now with the help of the medical equipment but they were still painful to move

“Are you the only survivors?” One asked. 

“We don't really know,” Cheong-san spoke for the group. “There are probably others.”

The soldier nodded. “We're going down for a few minutes. Wait right here.”

“Are you not gonna rescue us?” Ji-min shoved her way forward and asked them, doubt leaking from her bold tone. 

“Yes, we will,” they reassured. “So don't go anywhere. Don't do anything. Just wait here. Understand?” Everyone murmured their agreement and the man who you assumed was the highest rank turned to the other three soldiers. “Let's go.”

Ji-min looked defeated and you reached forward to grab her hand. She jumped in surprise as she looked back at you but then relaxed and rested a hand over the one you had on her arm. You could see she was trying not to cry. 

One soldier stayed behind as the other three went into the school. You were confused about what they were doing. Why would they willingly go into the school? You decided not to pay attention to it and just turned to Nam-ra who was holding her eye in pain with one hand while the other held the blanket around her shoulders. 

“Hey,” you asked and she turned to you. “Are you okay?” You gestured to her eye and she just gave a slight nod. 

“I think so.”

You nodded and thought you should save your strength so you sat down, Su-hyeok helping you and sitting beside you. After a while, the three soldiers came back up, safe and sound, and the helicopter moved over to the same place it was when it dropped them down onto the roof. One soldier reached into his bag and pulled out a harness. 

“Master Sergeant. You go up first,” one of the soldiers commanded.

“Yes, sir,” he agreed and ran to the rope, but your eyes didn’t follow him as the other soldier spoke again and gained your attention. 

“We'll pull you up one at a time,” he explained. Nam-ra had sat down next to you at some point and was holding her ears this time in pain from the loud wind that must have been even louder with her new bodily functions. You reached over to wrap the falling blanket around her shoulders, tucking it around her so it stayed in place, and then wrapped your arm around her shoulder, trying to do as much as you could to stop her from feeling too much pain. “Stay still even if you're scared. Okay?”

“You're not landing the chopper?” Ji-min questioned with a panicked look. 

“We can't. It can get unstable. He's gonna pull you up, so don't worry,” he reassured and she still looked scared but more relieved. After the soldier rose to the top of the helicopter and was safely inside of it, the other soldier spoke again. “You can't go all at once, so let's go one by one.”

“We can't all go?” Cheong-san panicked but the soldier quickly eased his worries. 

“We can take all of you, but it has to be one by one.”

Everyone looked around at who would go first and they all collectively, but silently, decided on Ji-min. On-jo gently pushed her towards the soldier and everyone encouraged her to go first. She looked hesitant but thankful as the soldier started to strap her into the harness. 

As she started to rise, the soldiers ushered for the next person and Hyo-ryung was urged to go next. Just as you saw Ji-min reaching the top, one soldier stepped away. 

“Say again. Did you mean everyone?” He asked through his transmitter and went silent as the person on the other end of the line spoke. “But their temperatures are fine,” he protested and went silent again. “They're just children!” After another moment of silence, his hand dropped from his head and he looked over to the group, scanning each of you slowly before sighing heavily and responding. “Understood. Over,” he turned to the other soldiers on the ground. “Cancel the operation,” he ordered. Everyone looked shocked by his words and you stood up on shaky legs. “We'll take just the package and pull out.”

Ji-min started lowering from the chopper just as she grabbed hands with the soldier on top and you could distantly hear her concerned words. The soldiers started taking the harness they put on Hyo-ryung off and she whimpered in confusion before they pushed her toward the group. Everyone was screaming out questions about what was happening but you stood there in silence as you watched the soldier who spoke through his transmitter. You weren’t sure what had happened but whatever it was made it so that they couldn’t and wouldn’t rescue all of you. 

As Ji-min landed on the group and they started to take her harness off, she started screaming and thrashing around as she cried but the soldiers just pushed her harshly into the arms of your group.

She walked back up to them and one of them pointed their guns at her threateningly. You raced forward to step in front of her before Su-hyeok could stop you, ignoring how your leg stung slightly at the movement. 

“I wanna get out of here!” Ji-min screamed from behind you as you stared the soldier directly in the eye with a straight face. “Please, take me with you!”

“Come on, sir!” Dae-su expressed. The soldier then pointed his gun at Dae-su and everyone who spoke their complaints.

“W-Wait a second,” Joon-yeong started and the gun then pointed at him. “What's wrong with you? We're fine! We're not zombies.”

“Please, just take me with you!” Ji-min begged again from behind you, her hands reaching out to fist the fabric of your shirt. 

“Stand back!” They all advanced forward with their guns to get you all further away from the ropes. “Stand back, or we'll shoot!”

You locked eyes with the soldier in front again and you could see the distress in his eyes. “Sir,” you started but took no steps to advance towards him. “What’s really going on?” 

He raised his gun and shot strikes into the air as a warning. You didn’t flinch even as your ears rang from the loud sound, only moving when Su-hyeok ran up from behind you and pulled you back with Ji-min following. 

Cheong-san had advanced forward with On-jo in his hand as he begged. “I'm begging you. Please take just a few of us with you.”

The soldier didn’t respond and after a second Cheong-san took another step forward when he fired the gun into the air again and everyone screamed. At this point, it was only him left on the roof as the others had risen up to the helicopter and he backed up towards the rope behind him as Cheong-san tried one more time. “Rescue us.”

After the soldier got strapped in, he looked back at all of you with a sorrowful and guilty look. “I'm sorry.”

The last of everyone’s shimmer of hope distinguished away like a flame under the rain as he rose higher and higher into the air before going inside and the helicopter slowly flying away. Everyone stayed silent as you watched the helicopter grow smaller and smaller in the distance until you could barely hear its wind. 

“They abandoned us,” Hyo-ryung sobbed out. “Didn’t they?”

You nodded.

“No one's coming to save us now? But why did they do that?”

“Maybe…” Wu-jin started. “They thought that all of us were already fucking zombies.”

“No, that can’t be it,” you contradicted.

“They would have killed us,” Joon-yeong added and you nodded along. “They wouldn't have left us here alive if they thought that.”

Cheong-san turned and in a fit of anger and frustration and betrayal, he kicked the dimming remains of the fire. 

“C-Cheong-san,” your voice broke as you attempted to stop him but the lump in your throat prevented you from talking anymore. 

On-jo walked up to him and pulled him away by his arm. “What are you doing?”

He yanked his arm away from her grip. “It's pointless. No one's coming. No one else is coming,” he told her angrily and she just watched as he continued to kick at the fading embers on the ground and the rest of the ‘SOS’ sign. 

The scream of agony and bitterness Cheong-san let out tore through your heart painfully but you couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t do anything to help him and your friends. You couldn’t do anything to help your brother.

You couldn’t even do anything to help yourself.

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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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Taglist! (I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO ADD THIS WHEN I POSTED IM SO SORRY)

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[princessbrunette]

rafe who has a clumsy puppy/bunny coded gf (she is like me fr) who stumbles and trips over everything, and immediately waddling to find rage when she's hurt : (( he's told her sooo many times not to run around the estate and what does he find her doing ??!? he didn't even find her! one of the maids came and told him that "miss bunny fell from a tree, her legs are scraped up”

rafe is soood mad, def would hold her face in one big hand, moving her head around condescendingly as he lectures her once she's back in his room. probably spank her after, or fuck her, or both! ugh your writing gave me such brainrot

🎐 anon? or 🦢 ?!

tells the maid “s’not my problem. she needs to learn her lesson anyway.” but then heads straight to you 5 mins later n teaches u a lesson of his own 🙄🙄🙄🙄

[alwaysshallow]

lol the lucky reader ask was me 💸 imagine Simon being a bit of a shithead and arguing w reader. 5 min later hes FUMING and slaming the front door. he needs to take a walk outside and cool down.... not even 3 min into his walk the 3 flower pots on the hotel balcony fell off and smashed directly into his head. like One after another. directly on the center of his head. Now his scalp is bleeding, there dirty/mud piled on his head and face, and 3 single tulips coming of of the dirt pile on top of his head. oh and the gardener used cow poo fertilizer in the dirt so now he smells like literal shit. and if it can't get any better, some seagulls pooed on him 😂. he is now a literal SHITHEAD for being a shithead. soap said something offensive b4 deployment. literally the first hr into his mission his pants fucking ripped while he was trying to bend down and get a good aim. no one had an extra pair of pants, so the only thing cover his flapping ass was a thin moldy jacket he found in a building tide around his waist. his asshole was out because he was being an asshole lowkey to reader. poor price's beard caught on fire and half of it was missing for a good 6 month b4 anything grew back..... the man was scared for his life lol gaz fell out of the plane a 2nd time and it wasn't even an attack!! He said something about reader's shoes looking ugly and then he tripped over his own shoes and fell off. rip..

NO BECAUSEBSHABFNSAJK

reader being a daydream but she's also a nightmare in the person:( cash anon, the mind you have, i swear to god...... cackled the whole way i read it sjjfhfjk

[thatwritterbeach]

So about that alley .5

Jason todd x ofc Alex

Dc master list EVERY OTHER PART FOUND HERE

Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up

****HEY LOOK HERE this part only, noncon touching, not in an assault way, Jason wakes Alex up with his hand in her pants, could be triggering to some, not a fan of it myself. Yes they are dating, yes they have had sex, but an unconscious person CAN NOT consent regardless of the relationship, unless explicit consent was given prier to event with specifics talked about. Additional warning under cut, also this part only is hurt no comfort the comfort will be later cuz I'm evil

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, smut, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, guided masturbation?, p in v (not overly described), pain during s*x, hiding said pain, hickeys?, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss, blood, mention of suicide none descript

A/N: I do not own dc booho

Alex is undrugged for this part and Jason hurts her during sex because of her vaginismus, blood from penetration. We all know J has a big dick, like look at the man, so normal healthy people would struggle to take him, there's no way I, as a person with this condition, could begin to handle him. Like i said before it's hard to explain the feeling to someone without it, but think of getting a Brazilian for like 30 min straight, and if you're a dude (odd thing to read but whatevs) it prob feels like getting kicked it the nuts for 30 min

The feeling of fingers on her skin tickled the back of her mind and woke her from her none committed relationship with death. She panicked for a moment before it registered as Jason and she relaxed keeping her eyes closed. He was drawing circles on her hips hand tucked into her loose sleep shorts. It was still dark out and she planned to go back to sleep letting him draw on her if he wished but his hand shifted to her center and his middle finger eased into her folds to play with her clit.

"Jay, I'm tired." Still she didn't open her eyes.

"Hmm, go back to sleep baby, just need to touch you, had a bad dream," he rasped in his morning voice.

"Let me freshen up first," she whispered trying to roll out of bed but he quickly moved his hand to her stomach holding her in place.

"Please stay, don't care about morning breath," he whined resting his head on her chest and resuming his slow touches. Shit, her heart rate was spiking.

"It'll just take a second," she reasoned.

"No," he begged. Crossing her fingers he would be content to just make slow circles on her clit until he fell back to sleep she agreed to stay. Regardless of her apprehension she was quickly growing wet, Jason's slow teasing making her want to buck into his hand. Deciding she was slick enough he used his foot to nudge her legs further apart and sank a digit into her.

"So tight baby. Need to relax," he cooed into her skin pumping his finger in and out in that same slow lazy manner. The stretch burned enough to make her blink back tears and she had to work to keep her legs open, focusing on her breathing. "Gotta stretch you out for me," he said adding a second finger and curling them against her g spot. The feeling of pain and pleasure was enough to make her feel bile at the back of her throat and she started to sweat. With his face buried into her neck he was missing every cue of her discomfort. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood she managed to cover up a cry with a fake moan and he rolled her onto her side throwing her leg over his hip and moving her shorts to sink into her. She hadn't even noticed he was nude. The intrusion forced a sob out of her and she pushed at his chest in shock.

"Stop, Jay, fuck, red, please, stop, stop!" She was full on sobbing now, gasping in pain and shoving at his chest her body too panicked to reason with. He had frozen at her first cry and was trying in vain to grab her hands and calm her down.

"What's wrong, what did I do baby, what did I do," he was begging starting to slide out to give her space but her pained 'stop' made him freeze again.

"Don't move, don't move, fuck, please-just stop!"

He was in full panic mode his own eyes filling with tears as he tried to soothe her, hands floundering around her not wanting to cause her more pain. Her hands stopped their assault on his chest to sink her nails into the flesh desperately trying to get her breathing under control.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he was saying over and over running his hands through her hair and down her side not even wincing as her nails broke the skin. With a forced exhale she moved to get him out of her and rolled out of his arms to get off the bed. The small nightlight she insisted on was casting enough of a glow for him to take in her state. Hair a reckless knot, cheeks soaked with tears, and eyes wide in panic. She shuddered and took off to the bathroom before he could get his limbs to function and made it to the door right after she clicked the lock in place. He thunked his head against the shitty fake wood, that he could blow down if he wanted, but she was scared and in pain, because of him so if she wanted the privacy he sure as hell wasn't about to point that out.

"I'm so sorry, please just...talk to me."

"I'm fine," she insisted with a shaky voice. lies.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just give me a minute," she resisted the urge to growl at him yanking supplies out of their hiding spot and filling her syringe with rehearsed precision. She was eerily silent as she situated her self on the toiled to inject between her toes. (I don't do drugs folks and didn't want that in my search history so I'm guessing here) The quiet made him panic and he barely had to try to shove his shoulder into the door and pop it open.

"What the fuck!" They both yelled. His eyes took in the needle and the small amount of blood making it's way down her inner thigh and didn't know what to do. In the face of the worst criminals of Gotham he didn't blink, but this, in the bathroom at 6 am with his precious girlfriend injecting herself with Lord knows what after he made her bleed, he was lost. He needed help damn it. Like he wasn't even there, she finished what she was doing and calmly went through the process of cleaning everything and disposing of the used needle.

"What the fuck," he whispered this time hands stretched out towards her that were shaking.

"I said I was fine."

"What the fuck, you're not fine, what are you using," he demanded. He knew he was being too loud, knew he was shaking like a leaf and looking like a rage machine but he couldn't be calm, he couldn't.

"It's morphine, I use it for my migraines." She was so fucking calm it was pissing him off.

"I hurt you that bad," he was gonna kill himself, that's it, he was jumping in front of a train and ending the monster that he clearly was.

"No Jay." lies.

"I did, you're bleeding!"

"That happens sometimes it's ok." Like hell she was gonna comfort him when he hurt her.

"It doesn't-" he started to say before his brain caught up. The night she stitched him up, the story she told him about being assaulted.

"Fuck you lied to me," he ground out running a hand down his face trying to control the anger. "This whole fucking time you've been shooting up because I've been hurting you." His nerves couldn't take this. For weeks he'd been forcing her to drug herself because she thought he would break up with her without sex. (he wasn't forcing her but his anxiety ridden, self-hating brain was too far gone for rational thought)

"It's ok," she said again, grabbing his hands in her own and trying to convince him.

"I don't-I can't-how-I can't do this," he growled yanking his hands from hers and stomping back into her room to get dressed.

"What are you doing," she asked trying to grab him.

"Out, I need air," he snapped shaking her off of him and rushing out the door slamming it behind himself.

"Why," she whispered into the empty room tears starting down her face again.

He'd at least had the sense to grab his phone and sent a quick text in the group chat demanding someone go sit with her while he was out. Dick was the first to reply having been up to catch a train back to Bludhaven.

*I'll be there in 10 what happened* -Dickhead

*I'm a POS that's what happened* -Jaybird

*make that 5* - Dickhead

Needing to beat the shit out of something he went to his place to suit up and headed out to crime alley.

Alex had managed to shower and get dressed in loose flannel pants and a button up, Jason's, and curled herself up on the couch laying on her side from the ache between her legs while the tv played early morning cartoons. She was at least done crying, simply sitting in stunned silence while her brain moved far too fast for comfort. Her hands itched to grab her blade and slice into her flesh but Jason could be back at any second, even though she knew he wouldn't but she didn't need to give him any more reason to hate himself. Even if this was all her fault.

"Knock knock," a voice said through her window.

"Go away, Dick."

"No can do," he said landing without a sound on her floor. She needed to sweep she thought in passing as his shoes scuffed along the old boards.

"He sent you," she said, not a question.

"He did."

"Great, mean he won't be back for a while, maybe...48 hours before his damn head is back on."

"Yep," he replied picking up her legs to make room for himself on the couch then set her feet in his lap. His eyes were tracking the tv while he rubbed circles into one of her ankles wanting to fill the silence but having no idea where to start. Hell he doesn't even know what they had a fight about, surely Jason would get his head out of his a-

"He's not gonna keep me," she whispered so low he almost didn't hear her.

"What, no he loves you, why would you even think that?"

"I lied...a big lie."

"Did you kill someone?"

"No."

"Are you secretly married?"

"No."

"Did you cheat?"

"No."

"Then it's fixable," he said with such certainty it almost made her cry again.

"Not this time."

8-16-24 (see masterlist for more

[hyprfixate]

soul vine ↝ [L.M.] :: part three

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: when you decide to get an ear piercing as part of your transition to adulthood, you expect a lot of things, like the pain and the high price tag. what you don’t expect, however, is finding out you’re soul-bound to the angry blonde from the parlor. or that you’re technically not human.

but hey. adulthood, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pairing: lee minho x she/her reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chapter word count: 2.0k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tags: magic au, grumpy minho, fantasy, medium burn, strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, soulmate au, gang au, minho has some issues to work out

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ author’s note: sorry i like, fell off the face of the earth LMAO. work got so hectic, then I had to prepare to move back in for school and get used to my schedule. but! i'm here now and I will be updating more regularly. feel free to scream at me (kindly) in the notes or my ask box

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part one - part two - part three - part four

An hour or two later, you were seated on the couch next to Hyunjin, who was holding your hand and rubbing his thumb over it protectively. 

           After Minho returned from doing God knows what, he sulked in the corner like an angry toddler. His anger radiated in the room you three were in, and he was pissed. After deciding to sit, he had spent the better half of 20 minutes mumbling angry, incoherent sentences under his breath. It wasn’t until Chan returned that he had settled down a bit.

Emphasis on a bit.

           Now, the two men were sat in chairs across from you and Hyunjin, Minho scowling at you, and Chan staring at you with an unreadable look. You could sense his feelings of disappointment in the air, and it made you shrink in your seat.  Hyunjin bit his nail anxiously and his eyes bounced between his friends.

            “She’s innocent,” he spoke up. Chan held a finger up to silence him, and continued to stare at you questioningly.

            It’d been dead silent for the better part of 5 minutes now, and you were starting to get anxious. For many reasons, like being in a room with three men you only met last week, but mostly because Hyunjin had touched the bruise on your back and healed it, and you needed to know what was going on before you decided to freak out. If you hit your head on the sidewalk and this was some vivid comatose dream, cool, it was a great one. But if you were actually awake, that was another story.

             Chan’s facade broke, and he let out a small laugh. “You’re not in a coma,” he said. “You’re awake.”

             Oh, he could read minds now? You were definitely in a coma.

             Unconvinced, you blinked at him, and slowly his stoic expression morphed into something closer to his normal face. Minho, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to smother you with the pillow next to your leg. You shifted next to Hyunjin for support.

            “Alright, get to talking,” Minho barked. “Explain what the fuck you were doing in my shop and what you were trying to accomplish. And don’t try lying, we already know everything.”

            “Min—”

            “Don’t interrupt me Hyunjin. This doesn’t concern you.”

            Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “It kinda does.”

            “I’m sorry, what exactly is going on?”

            All the eyes in the room turned their attention to you. Minho looked indignant at your question, as though he couldn’t believe you’d have the nerve to speak. Chan, on the other hand, let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. 

            “Well, before anyone says anything else, are you okay? You got choked out for a while back there.”

             Your fingers brushed against the bruise on your neck as you blinked at them. It seemed like a distant memory at this point, albeit a terrifying one, but as you ran your fingers along the surface of your skin, you let your focus come back to the present.  “I… I actually feel fine.”

             Hyunjin smiled, and Chan continued. “Good. That confirms our theory, then.”

              “Your theory… about what exactly?”

              Chan stood up from his seat and folded his arms over his chest. After a beat of silence, he began pacing around the small room, humming a tune to himself. He paused in front of a small window off to the side and stared out of it.

You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to Hyunjin, who rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘Dramatics,’ he mouthed. Still unsure, you nodded and looked back at Chan.

Finally, he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re a Sirid?”

                You blinked, having no clue what word just came out of Chan’s mouth. Was this some new kind of insult? Probably not. You’d expect that behavior from Minho, not Chan. You’d never heard this word before, and there was no context in his sentence to help you out.

At your silence, Chan tilted his head. “You seem confused… why?”

“I have no idea what that word means,” you confessed. “I’m genuinely concerned that you might have insulted me.” 

           “She’s obviously lying,” Minho spoke up. His arms were still crossed over his chest as he looked you up and down. “There’s no other explanation.”

You chose to ignore Minho, staring at Chan as he restarted his pacing. “Are you going to let me know what a Sirid is, or am I going to continue to believe I’ve just been insulted?”

Chan paused in his pacing again and turned around to face you. “I should’ve known when you came in, but your energy didn’t set off any alarm bells. My only question is, why didn’t you tell us yourself? Certainly you felt our energies.”

“Chan,” you deadpanned. “I’m telling you right now, I have no clue what you’re talking about. I came for an industrial piercing, and that’s it.”

Hyunjin pressed his hand into the curve of your back tightly, and the rising anger in you began to settle down. You closed your eyes before continuing.

“I’m honestly very confused and a little frightened, so if you please, I’d love an explanation.”

When you opened your eyes, Chan was staring at you with a different look. The disappointment was gone, replaced with something akin to sympathy. Even Minho, who still looked like murder was a considerable option, had his eyebrows raised and was giving you his undivided attention.

Chan let out a breath and slid back into the seat next to Minho. “Alright,” he breathed. “We can do that.”

He leaned back and blew air through his mouth. “So. We, as in all of the workers here at the shop, are Sirids. I guess the human equivalent is like… witches and wizards. We’re not from here, we’re from a different realm, a place called Iphorus.”

You allowed Chan to continue, skepticism flowing through your veins like an essential vitamin. ‘They’re crazy,’ you thought. ‘Cute, and great tattoo artists, but crazy.’

“You remember Hyunjin grabbing you and bringing you back here, right?”

You nodded. “Then he touched my back, and the pain went away.”

“Well,” Hyunjin cut in. “I started healing you way before that. Being held in the air by your throat for close to 5 minutes is not exactly a recommended daily activity.”

You turned to the redhead with confusion. “What are you saying?”

“You were going to die, idiot.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “You were being choked out by a man 15 times stronger than you are. If Hyunjin hadn’t sensed the danger, you would be dead.”

Your memory flicked back to seeing Hyunjin at the bottom of the hill earlier that day. You remembered that when you felt the impending sense of doom and froze, he also seemed disturbed, as though whatever you were feeling, he was feeling.

Your heart thundered in your chest as panic gripped your brain. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“Sirids are divided into different groups, called clans.” Chan’s voice softened as he explained. “Your clan determines what your powers are. Hyunjin is from the Ellituary clan. He’s a healer, a protector– do you notice how calm you feel with him?”

Yes, actually. You did. You remembered the overwhelming sense of peace that washed over you when he walked into Minho’s studio. You thought it was relief from having a third person around so you wouldn’t have to deal with Minho alone.

You felt your head shaking before you even realized it. “No,” you said. “You guys are messing with me. You’re lying to me because you want to keep me here.”

Hyunjin reached over to touch you again, but you pulled yourself away as though he was poisonous. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they pooled with tears.

Chan called your name gently, reaching over to calm you down himself, but you shot up from your seat and backed away from all of them.

“Magic isn’t real,” you said, more to yourself than to them. “You’re liars, and I’m going to walk down these stairs and go home, and I never want to see any of you again.”

“That wouldn’t be wise.”

You whipped around to look at Minho, who wasn’t even looking in your direction as he spoke. “We know you’re a Sirid because Sirid magic doesn’t work on humans, and humans can’t detect each other through their energy.”

His eyes lazily looked up at yours. “Hyunjin was able to heal you, and that asshole was able to sense you to know to attack you. If there was one, we have to assume there are others, and if you leave this shop with that earring in your ear, they can and will come after you.”

He scoffed. “And we will not be able to save you next time.”

You reached a shaking hand to your ear, gently touching the new addition to your appearance. “What does the earring have to do with any of this?”

Hyunjin sighed. “Do you remember what I told you? That the earring has a cultural significance that no one knows about but us?”

Of course. Hyunjin’s stuttering and hesitation all made sense now– well, if you chose to believe them. As much as you wanted to think they were just being weirdos, too many things were starting to add up.

“What’s its significance then?” You remembered how the man called Minho by name after seeing the earring. “Is this like, your symbol or something? Did I accidentally initiate myself into a gang?”

“No no,” Chan held his hands up quickly. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just…” He trailed off, biting his lip as he tried to find the proper words to use.

Hyunjin jumped in. “Minho invented the earring years ago. It’s called the Soul Vine.  On humans, it doesn’t do anything, but on Sirids, the shadow of the squiggly part reveals the name of your soul tie.”

“Soul tie?”

“Like a soulmate,” Chan explained. “The person that your soul is tied to.”

So that's why Minho didn’t want to make the earring. If you’d known it would cause so much trouble, you would’ve been fine picking something else out. Granted, there was no way he could’ve explained it to you that wouldn’t make you think he was entirely insane. Actually, you’re still not sure if you believe in his sanity 100%.

As you began to process everything in the silence, Minho shot out of his seat like he’d been sitting on hot coals. His eyes were wide, and he looked both angry and terrified.

Chan gave him a look. “Min? You okay?”

Rather than answering Chan, Minho turned around in your direction and made his way over to you quickly. Without warning, he pulled your hair away from your ear and stared at the earring intently.

You gave Chan a pleading look, and he stood up and started making his way towards you two.

“Minho,” he sighed. “You have to ask before you touch people. I thought we’ve been over–”

“Fuck.”

Minho pulled away from you and pressed his palms over both of his eyes. “Of fucking course– of fucking course.”

Hyunjin blinked from his spot on the couch. “What.. what’s going on?”

Chan turned his attention back to you, squinting at your ear. After a moment, his eyes widened and he staggered backwards like someone punched him.

You were about to ask what happened, but a memory from the day you got your piercing rushed full force into your mind. You could see yourself sitting in the chair and holding the mirror, decoding the letters that appeared from the shadow.

Your stomach sunk into the floor as you returned Chan’s widened eyes.

“Oh my God,” you stuttered. “If I’m a Sirid–”

“Then the earring shows your soul tie.”

Slowly, your eyes shifted to Minho, who’s palms were still over his face. He parted his hands slowly, and in the silence of the room, you could hear his wavering voice repeating two words like a mantra.

“It’s me,” he whispered. “It’s me. It’s me. It’s me.”

[thissortofsorcery]

6. Coffee in bed

Babe, I wasn't put on earth to be brief, so. Hope you like this! Once again we hop on the Steve loving on Billy train. I had a lot of fun writing it.

I appreciate your prompt so much &lt;3

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i want coffee >:((((

Is what Billy sends in the group chat in the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday, fighting to keep his eyes open. He can't just give in and have a nap. He has a paper due next week, and Billy's never been the kind of person that believes in leaving things for the last minute, so he's got his laptop and his textbook and his notes from class spread around him on the bed, and he's going to get the bulk of this hell assignment done today. If he doesn't fall asleep.

Billy would get up and get coffee for himself, except he's very comfortable and he just found a nice position for his back. He doesn't want to get up.

Heather: i remember seeing a coffee maker in your kitchen

Heather: you could use that

Billy: don't wanna get up tho

Chrissy: are you about to fall asleep?

Billy: might be

Chrissy: I can call you in 30 mins if you want to nap

Billy: no im gonna fight it

Tommy: just take the nap dude

Heather: the coffee is 10 feet and 5 minutes away

Steve: did you eat?

Confusion pulls Billy's eyebrows together, and he waits for another text to come elaborating the question, but nothing does. In fact, the whole group chat stalls.

Billy: not yet

And Steve sends him a thumbs up. 

Billy rolls his eyes, and tosses his phone to the side. Steve makes no damn sense, sometimes. He's got this whole pretty boy, midwestern nice guy going for him, which Billy has to admit is charming as hell, and a line of chicks wanting to date him, but he never wants to date any of them. Billy is relieved, a little bit. If he had to watch Steve fall in love with someone while sharing an apartment with him, he'd lose his fucking mind, on account of the huge crush Billy's had on him since freshman year.

He really should get back to his paper, or he's gonna be stuck working on it until late.

Billy rubs his eyes blearily and turns his music a little louder, puts Kill 'Em All on loop because it never fails to fire him up. The guitar notes fill the room and make his eyelids feel a little lighter, make his limbs feel a little looser, and Billy jiggles his feet to the beat of the song while he takes notes on the library book he's reading. He can already imagine some of the paragraphs he wants to write in his head.

About an hour later, Billy's managed to outline some of his topics, but his eyelids are getting heavy again. His body feels like it's sinking into the bed, and all he wants is to burrow into his hoodie and curl up into a ball. Billy yawns and covers his face, letting out a long groan. Maybe he can close his eyes for five minutes. 

The sound of keys jingling on the front door of the apartment jerk him awake, and he opens his eyes like he's been hit over the head.

"Billy?" Steve's voice sounds from the living room. There's some shuffling, then Steve's head pops in his open door. "Hey."

Billy squints at Steve, takes in his swept up hair, the jacket he hasn't bothered to take off, and the soft smile spreading on his face as he looks at Billy, eyes shining, looking awfully fond in a way that makes Billy's chest hurt.

"You fell asleep," He says, and his voice is fond too.

"I didn't."

"You so did," Steve laughs, and comes into the room. He's wearing socks, because he hates shoes indoors, and he pushes something at Billy when he reaches his side. "Brought you coffee. And uh, a sandwich, cause you said you didn't eat."

Billy blinks at the to-go cup in Steve's right hand, trying to figure out if he's still dreaming, still caught in the haze of his subconscious fed by wishful thinking, because he can't imagine why Steve would stop to buy him coffee on his way back home. 

"You what?" It comes out sharp, meaner than he'd meant to, and Billy immediately cringes.

But Steve just laughs.

"Jesus, you're grumpy," He shakes the coffee cup at Billy. "You have that paper due monday, and you're gonna be bitchy all day tomorrow if you don't do anything for it today. Drink your coffee."

Billy's mouth falls open, and he can only listen to Steve's words repeating themselves in his mind while he traces Steve's features with his eyes – the playful angle of his eyebrows, the endless brown in his eyes, fixed on Billy, how his mouth curves softly upwards, deliciously red. He's wide awake, now.

Billy feels himself being pulled upwards by invisible strings, unable to look away from Steve. He gets his knees under himself and straightens up, hands stretched out, finding the perfect angle of Steve's jaw, thumbs nestled in the hollow of his cheeks. Steve's smile has given way to shock, and Billy would have pulled back if Steve hadn't swayed into him, eyelids fluttering, breath stuttering, eyes jumping between Billy's eyes and his mouth.

When their lips meet it's sweet, it's tender, it's more than Billy thought it could be, because Steve sighs into the kiss like he's relieved, sucks on Billy's lips like he's hungry, molds his body to Billy's like he never wants to feel cold air between their bodies again. Billy welcomes Steve's tongue like a cool drink, like fresh water, begs for more of it when it retreats. Billy can't get enough of it, can't get enough of him, not now that he has it.

Steve presses more sweet kisses on his lips once the first one breaks, like he can't bear for it to end, and Billy revels in it, on the soft, fluttering feeling they ignite in his chest. Steve's kissing him like he's something to be savored, a delight to be enjoyed carefully and slowly and patiently. It makes Billy's breath catch in his chest, and he wants to hold on to Steve, to clutch him tightly.

It ends with Steve's nose stroking along Billy's cheek, sending shivers down Billy's spine. He's clinging to Steve with his hands in Steve's hair, taking deep breaths under the guise of slowing his breathing down, but really he's taking in Steve's smell, the warm, woodsy tones of him under the apple scent of his shampoo. 

"Hey," Steve murmurs against his skin. Billy's grip on him tightens, and Steve kisses his cheek, maybe to assure him that what's coming isn't bad. "Your coffee's going cold."

It startles a laugh out of Billy. He'd forgotten about the coffee.

He pulls back just enough so Steve can disentangle his arm and hand Billy the cup, and when he takes a sip, it's on the hotter end of warm. 

"It's good," Billy says, and the smile Steve gives him is wide and toothy.

"I, uh…" Steve fumbles to put the sandwich bag he was still holding on Billy's bedside table, then settles a hand on Billy's waist. It's the first touch of Steve's hands on him, and it burns deliciously. "I should– let you get back to your paper."

Steve ducks his head, hair flopping into his eyes, suddenly looking shy. Like he's not sure Billy wants him to stick around.

Billy sets the coffee cup aside. He winds his arms around Steve's waist, draws him close, so he has no doubt of where Billy wants him to go.

"Screw the paper," Billy says, and Steve stares at him with his mouth open. "Come here."

And Steve kisses him.

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send me a number from this list of soft prompts

[ablincoln666]

A Light in the Darkness

Part 5

Annabelle and Aziraphale drifted through the crowds of people ending up at “Give me Death or Give me Coffee” before heading over to the bookshop. Annabelle didn’t want to push this in on Aziraphale or Crowley. She opened the door for Aziraphale, “Anything you want?” Annabelle asked politely as she stepped in line to order something for herself. 

“No dear, I’m fine, but go get something for yourself if you want I’ll grab a table.” Aziraphale said as he picked a table near the corner and by the window facing the bookshop. 

Annabelle reached the front of the line meeting Nina there. 

“What would you like, kid?” Nina said grumpily

“One peppermint tea and a big cup with six shots of espresso and nothing else, please. Oh and can you make the big cup to go, thanks.” Annabelle said brightly.

“That’s going to be £7.00.” Nina said as Annabelle slipped her hand in her pocket snapping her fingers for the exact amount before pulling her hand back out holding the money. 

Nina came back from around the counter, took the money and handed the two cups to Annabelle. 

Annabelle walked away towards Aziraphale who was frowning in her direction. 

“Was that necessary dear, to miracle money?” 

“I’m american Aziraphale, my money doesn’t work here and I didn’t have any time to stop at a bank while being kidnapped. So here we are.” Annabelle said smirking. As she sat down, placing both cups on the table and drinking from one of them. 

“Oh, dear, I said you didn’t have to get anything for me.” Aziraphale said, looking at Annabelle. 

“It’s not for you, it’s for my friend. He likes his six shots of espresso.” Annabelle said smiling trying to get Aziraphale to catch on but he didn’t. 

“Oh, that’s nice of you. So who is your friend?” Aziraphale said, looking at the bookshop gloomily. “Someone I might know?” 

“Yes, you’ll know him when you see him, now if you don’t mind let’s take a trip to A. Z. Fell and CO. bookshop now. How’s that sound? There really isn’t a choice.” Annabelle said, grinning as she stood up walking towards the door and holding it open for Aziraphale. Aziraphale stood up walking past Nina and waving hello before leaving with Annabelle behind him. She waved back without acknowledging him. 

“So, what kind of books do you like to read?” Annabelle asked, looking everywhere like she had never been to England before.

“Good question, there are so many I’ve read it’s hard to pick, why? Are you a reader too?” 

“Hell yeah! Me being a reader is an understatement.” Annabelle smiled brightly, showing her dimples. “Here we are. You best wait here for a sec, just to…um to let me settle things first.” Annabelle said.

“Dear I didn’t come all this way to stand outside. Now let’s meet your friend.” Aziraphale said, pushing past Annabelle and into the shop. Annabelle followed and once seeing that no one else was in the store she shut the door behind her and miracled it locked. Aziraphale turned around, frowning. “Dear, why did you lock the door?” 

“Just don’t need any human eyes seeing what I got to show you I guess.” Annabelle said oddly before disappearing behind books. Aziraphale looked around his bookshop, everything was still the same: the books, the smell, and that cozy feeling. 

Annabelle found Muriel around the corner reading a book, “Hi, my name is Annabelle and me and my friend are looking for Crowley. Is he here?” 

“Oh, hi!” Muriel said cheerfully “Crowley is in the back I can go get him for you.” 

“Oh that would be great thanks.” 

Muriel disappeared to the back of the bookshop, later coming around without Crowley, “He’ll be a min he said.” then Muriel disappeared over where Aziraphale was waiting. 

“Oh hello, Aziraphale.” Muriel said brightly before sitting down with a book in a chair near him. 

“Hello dear, long time no see as the humans always say.” He sat down beside her waiting for Annabelle to come back with her friend before it clicked in his head. Aziraphale stood up with a horrid face on, he knew who was coming, he knew him. 

“Crowley….” 

Crowley walked around the shelves with Annabelle beside him, he had his jacket in hand and his sunglasses in hand like he was about to leave. 

Crowley paused and stared at Aziraphale, before charging at him. He threw his glasses on and gripped Aziraphale’s coat collar. Annabelle rushed towards them. “No no no no! This isn’t how it was supposed to go guys!” Annabelle flung herself between them and there was a “poof” before Aziraphale and Crowley were separated by black, white, and golden wings. With a child at the center of it, eyes shown to them, one blue and round, and the other orange and yellow, slit like a snake.

Part 6 coming soon......

[crazy-lazy-elder-sims]

-the Tired accountant and the senior Designer pt2-

Hello again i decided to expand on my sims for the simblr office idea by @kashisun once again thank you for this and apologies if im a bit spammy im slightly excited lmao

Okay buckel up folks cause im about to take you on a journey TM lol

Introducing our office babes

Christian Sinclare:

33 years old but feels 50

Doesn't like coffee but drinks it to stay awake

His favorite color is Naomi's hair color👀

..... And sage green

Literally the only accountant in this company that you can talk to that wont bring up budget cuts in the first 5 mins

His favorite meme is the "keep calm and carry on" meme but people call him an old man if he brings it up. #leavesinclarealone2023

Always works late but only because he prefers to finish the financial reports on the same day he started them so he can sleep at night (anxiety gang hello👋)

So many coworkers from other depratments come down and talk to him about various Accounting things he has no idea why its not like he is the manger or head of the department ( its because he is handsome and all the peeps want a piece of him he's just too cluless to notice)

Obsessed with the presence of Mathematical algorithms in nature and everyday life

His favorite is how Bats can find the exact location of things using echo location and the math behind that

The golden Ratio is another obsession and he spends his days off in Museums observing painting that has them

Naomi Marroquin:

31 years old iced coffee addict

Her hair color was an accidental dark red home hair dye job that went wrong but she liked it so much she kept it for years

Her favorite color is red

Hates staying late and leaves the office at 5 o'clock sharp and no one can stop her (trust me they tried)

Says she doesn't care for all the office gossip and scandal but she is besties with the one HR employee from how much she goes down there to get the juicy gossip

Is the senior graphic designer but the graphic department head put her in charge of Budgeting and making exel sheets for the accounting department because she was the only one with "excel proficiency" on her resume

That was a lie

The first time she got assigned an excel sheet assignment she googled "how to learn excel fast" then added " for dummies" exactly 2 mins later

She oftten clashes withthe Accounting department on thier requestes to lower costs and cut out quality

Hates doing all the obove through email and tries to meet anyone from the accounting department but they all avoid her because they have no time for her 30 mins lectures about the importance of paper quality

Fun facts:

Naomi is taller than Christian 💓

Naomi used her personal email on accident for her resume which is called: Naomi.is.da.best.2012@simail.com but they hired her anyway because they desperately needed someone with excel skills

Naomi's corporate style is inspired by her mom who used to be a corporate goth but naomi is not one (infact some of her office Fashion staples were given to her by her mom)

Christian's second reason for staying late is that he hates going home to an empty quiet small Appartment and prefers the feel of the big spaces of the office

Christian refuses not not wear any sort of jacket during his workday but once the day is over and everyone leaves he takes of his jacket loosens up his tie and takes out his bun to feel more comfortable

Naomi once saw christian at a museum staring really hard at a painting then she saw that painting printed on a corset the next day it made her laugh so much she had to buy it for work

One day Naomi wore tights with bats on them (vintage 😉) when she arrived at work and "happened" to get in the elevator with Christian he instantly said "nice bats" but then panicked and went into how much he loves bats for 10 mins straight. Naomi instantly fell for that panicked rizz lol

Next day she came to the office with some nice bat earing but swears its not related to Christian and his love of bats(it is) and its NOT HER GIVING HIM SIGNS OMG GUYS DO YOU WANT ME TO GET WRITTEN UP TO HR( she totally was)

How they got close and began working together:

After a particularly tough day at work of having to stay late and trying to get through to the accounting department because they wont budge on buying the expensive colored ink for thier printers and how not doing that will compromise the color quality plus almost calling the accounting manger an uneducated potato,

she decided to pass by the empty (or so she thought) accounting department to let out some cuss words at a poor empty desk, she saw Sinclare sitting there tie loosened and all and decided to try again and convince him to not cut the important supplies from the budget

How she thought that conversation went:

How it actually went:

After he recovered from that he told her he will help her write better more convincing reports to present to the department and from then on they became friends (who are trying so hard and failing not to fall for each other)

Aaand Thats all for now folks if you read all that i wanna say thank you i love getting super inspired like this its so much fun! Tell me what you think of the babes here im So excited!

Thank you again to kashisun for this extremely fun idea❤️

[devilmen-collector]

Aftercare

Characters: Klein, Satan, Minhyeok, Cedric

NSFW

Klein let out a moan as Satan pulled his wet dick out of his ass. Some cum leaked out of Klein’s hole as a result.

The Evil Overlord could barely keep his eyes open after an exhausted sex night. He decided to not resist the urge and closed his eyes.

“Wait, you are not going to clean up?” Satan asked.

“Too tired…could you do that for me, if you would?” Klein said as he fell unconscious. The Devil King of Wrath wanted to protest but the Overlord had already begun to snore.

“Fine, I’ll let you sleep with all the filth.” Satan mumbled as he went to the bathroom to wash himself.

About 5 minutes later, Satan came out of the bathroom and grabbed a set of pajama from the closet, mumbling that he would just borrow it and would return it the next morning.

As the Devil King of Wrath went to bed, he saw Klein was still sleeping with the mess from the passion earlier all over his body. Even the bed underneath him was messy too. Satan had said earlier that he would let Klein sleep with the mess but now he just felt that it didn’t sit right with him. He sighed and immediately went to find something to clean Klein up.

After a bit of searching, Satan managed to find some tissues and a soft towel. He began with cleaning Klein’s rectum, getting all of the cum out of Klein’s anus while cursing himself for not bringing a condom. After that, he used the warm towel with clean warm water from the bathroom to clean Klein’s body. Then Satan wrapped Klein in a soft blanket and carried him off the bed and let him sit leaning on a chair inside the room so that he could replace the bedsheets and the pillow shams. Finally, after tossing the old bedsheets and the old pillow shams into the washing machine and replacing them with the new bedsheets and new pillow shams, the devil king carried Klein, still wrapped in blankets to avoid catching a cold, back to bed.

After having done all of the jobs, the Devil King of Wrath fell on the bed, next to Klein, exhausted.

Did you inherit your charm from Solomon, I wonder? You seem to be able to control me, a devil king, to do your bidding even without the existence of a pact. Satan thought to himself as he looked at Klein. Though I feel that there’s something in you that is different from him. The Devil King of Wrath didn’t notice his own grin and light pink hue on his cheeks as he soon fell asleep beside Klein.

The next morning…

Klein opened his eyes and the first thing he realized was that he was naked. He was panic for a second because he never sleeps naked but then he saw the sleeping Satan and the Evil Overlord remembered the chaos of the day before, including the misfortune that befell his friend, Minhyeok, and how he had his first sex. Klein’s face reddened as he remembered all the moans and screams that came out from his mouth the night before.

Then Klein realized the bed sheets and the pillow shams had been replaced. His body was also clean from the mess of the passion last night.

“Thank you.” Klein mumbled as he looked at Satan before he got out of bed.

As Klein got out of his bed, something struck him. The Overlord realized that his whole body, especially the lower half, felt numb. It was like the whole body screamed against him walking on his own two feet. But it couldn’t be helped, Klein tried to walk, albeit funnily, to the closet to grab a set of clothes and then to the bathroom to wash up. Then he had to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, all the while making a call to his butler, Cedric, who stayed at the Overlord’s hidden Invincible Fortress

“Cedric, how’s Min?” Klein asked, although he could already guess the answer.

“Same as yesterday, my Lord. Master Minhyeok managed to cling on to his life, but the cut damaged his internal organs. He’s not going to wale up or recover at this rate.” Cedric answered.

“I see.” Klein tried to suppress his sadness. He knew the possibility of losing Min was high, but he must focus on what he could do to save him, not daring to think about what would happen if he really lost Min.

…

Satan opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was the fragrance of eggs and sausages.

Maybe I should eat with that human before going back to Hell.

[lovelyrocker]

Fool's Gold ch.7

RPF

Warnings: Age Gap, Intimacy, Loss of Virginity, Worried Parents, Jealousy

Characters: Armie Hammer, Reader

Pairings: Armie x Reader

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The next morning the sound of buzzing on his side table woke Armie from his sleep before his alarm could go off. He sat up, grabbing his phone, seeing ROGER on his screen. “Hello?” He answered in a sleepy voice.

“Armie, hey, it’s Roger.”

“Rog, it’s like 5:30am-”

“I know, I’m sorry, Armie. But Y/N didn’t come home last night.” Armie turned, seeing her asleep in his bed. “Her mother and I both tried her cell but no answer. Do you have any idea where she could be? This isn’t like her. Was she supposed to stay overnight to house sit?”

“I- uh- I told her she could crash if she wanted. I’m still out of town till later. She probably fell asleep at my place.” Armie told him with a sigh as he shook Y/N’s shoulder, waking her. When she turned over to look at him, he placed his index finger to his lips signaling for her to keep quiet. “I’ll try her cell, too and see if she’ll answer. Roger,” At the sound of her father’s name her eyes grew large. “Like I said she probably fell asleep at my place reading or something.”

“Just, have her call if she answers.” Her dad says before hanging up.

"I will, no problem.” Armie hung up his phone and looked at Y/N. “Call your parents now.” Armie tells her. “I thought they knew you were staying!”

“I thought so too!” She told him, grabbing her phone and calling her parents.

On the phone with her parents she gave them the excuse of falling asleep while doing homework on his couch. She apologizes profusely as she lay in Armie’s bed with him half naked beside her. He watched her as she rolled her eyes and nodded to herself as she spoke to her parents, the phone pressed to her ear. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself here and there as she was so believable talking about being “alone” in his house.

After hanging up she got out of bed with annoyance and dressed. As she walked past the bed he grabbed her hand. “Hey,” He pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed next to him, his hand around her waist. “Text me when you get home so I know you made it safe.” He presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Don’t get too annoyed with them.” He kisses her again. “They are just trying to make sure you’re safe.”

“I know.” She kisses him back. “And I will.”

Armie couldn’t go back to sleep even though it was horribly early. He went to his garage to work when his phone chimed through his speakers, interrupting the music playing. He placed his weights back and sat up, grabbing his phone. 

Y/N>> I just got a 15 min lecture on not falling asleep at someone’s house, letting them know when I plan to stay away from home and blah blah blah.

Armie gave a laugh.

Y/N>> It was worth it tho.

Armie<< Is that right?

Y/N>> Especially when you get to fall asleep next to a man who is smart, handsome and can make you laugh till you piss yourself.

Armie let out an audible laugh as he tossed his phone aside. He looked over at his beloved pup and shook his head. “I’ve dug myself in deep on this one, Arch.” He told the dog as he lay back down on the weight bench. “Way too deep.”

~~~

“How far away is this place?” Y/N asked, looking over at Armie behind the wheel of his beloved 65 mustang convertible. 

“Couple hours drive.” He tells her as he turns onto the busy road. “Why? Are you sick of me already?” He glances over as she inserts the old AUX cord cassette.

“Nope. Just wanted to know how long I get to annoy you with One Direction.” She turns the volume up.

“Oh no!” He reaches for the stereo but she grabs his hand. “We are not listening to this for two hours!” He says over the music.

“What’s that?!” She shouts as she turns it louder. “I can’t hear you over Harry’s voice!”

Armie laughs and pinches her thigh before letting his hand rest there. They went back and forth between 90s rock and her more upbeat 2000s boy band themed music. His hand either resting on her leg or wrapped up in hers as they talked and laughed the whole way to the small city Armie had his meeting.

“So what’s this meeting for exactly?” Y/N asked as they pulled into the parking lot of the two story building.

“Uh, clients of the company and as the grandson of the company’s owner, they always send me to sign deals and crap.”

“Well, in their defense, you do have a trustworthy face and the charm to match.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes as she presses a kiss to his cheek. “Look, while I’m in here you go to that little store over there,” He points to the shop on the corner in walking distance. “And find you a dress for prom.”

“And if they have nothing I like?”

“They will.” He tells her, tapping her beneath the chin with an index finger. “Have fun.”

She grabs his arm and pulls him in for a slow kiss before pulling away. “Good luck.” She tells him with a smile. 

She spent the first hour and a half looking through the books in the bookstore next to the dress shop. She bought a few classics and moved on to the dress shop. Y/N tried on dress after dress. They were either too short for her liking or made her look like Dolly Parton. It was hard to find one that fit the way she liked. Standing in front of the mirror she looked over the black, form fitting black dress. It came to mid thigh with a single shoulder strap that draped over the left of her chest. 

“These shoes would look very nice with that dress, miss.” A young woman offered, holding out the pair of black heels that strapped at the ankle.

Y/N slipped them on and did a twirl in front of the mirror. “Maybe with a little updo?” She asks the young woman as she wraps her hair with a pen holding it in place.

“I think that would look lovely, sweetie.” The woman smiled at her. 

“I think it would look beautiful.” Y/N looked up into the mirror and saw Armie standing there staring at her. His eyes dragged along her reflection in the mirror, his mouth hung open

“You think so?” She asked, looking at him through the mirror.

“I think you look absolutely breathtaking.” He told her swallowing hard, the dryness in his throat seeming more prominent as he walked closer to her. 

“Really?” She asked with a head tilt and smile that made his heart race.

“I think she is going to make some boy at the prom very happy.” The worker told her as she walked to the back of the store.

“Yeah,” Armie spoke softly with a nibble to his lower lip. “Some boy at prom.” He swallowed thickly.

Y/N took another spin in front of the mirror. “I think I’ll get this one.” She told him. “I'll change into my regular clothes.”

Armie smiled. “Meet you at the car?”

“Yeah.” Y/N told him as she grabbed her heels.

She grabbed the dress and shoes from the room after changing and went to the checkout counter. “The dress and these shoes.” She tells the worker. “Thank you for all your help.”

“You are more than welcome miss.” The woman places the dress in a box then the shoes. “Here you go.” The woman placed it all in boxes. “You’re good to go, miss.”

“I didn’t even swipe my card.” Y/N looked at the worker oddly, holding her debit card in her hand.

“Oh, the man you were here with paid already. While you were in the changing room.” 

“He did?” Y/N looked back at Armie through the shop window, leaning against the car, cigarette between his lips, taking a drag. “Thank you.” She told the worker as she grabbed the boxes. As Y/N approached the car, Armie opened the trunk for her to place her boxes in. “Why’d you pay for my dress?” She asked as he took the boxes from her, placing them in his trunk.

Armie shrugged. “Just thought I’d be nice. Consider it back pay for all the time you worked in the office before you were put on payroll.” He gave her a smile as he closed the trunk.

She slid into the car next to him. “Sneaky bastard.” She smirked. “How did your meeting go?”

“Boring. I kept thinking of you slipping in and out of tight, sexy dresses.”

“In that case, how about we get to the cabin and enjoy that hot tub?” She raises a brow.

They drove thirty minutes down the little highway to the cabin. It was secluded in a wooded area outside the small city. After looking around the little one room cabin Y/N and Armie changed into swimsuits and climbed into the hot tub that overlooked the beautiful wooded area. They sipped on champagne as they talked, relaxing in the heated water. 

"It's absolutely gorgeous out here." She stood walking across the hottub, leaning on the side of.

"It sure is." Armie spoke as he stood behind her, sliding his arms around her body. 

Y/N leans back against his chest, reaching a hand behind his neck. “Thank you for taking me on this little trip.”

“You know how much I adore being with you.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “And I will say, you look incredible in that dress.”

“Thank you again for buying it for me.” She turns in his arms, sliding her hands around his neck. 

Armie placed his hand on her face. "Anything you want, my girl." He pulls her close and nuzzles her nose with his. "Just say the words." He pressed his lips to hers in a deep lasting kiss. One kiss blended into another; his hands wrapped around her body holding her as close to his body as he could. He pulled away and stared deep into her eyes, he could tell she wanted something. He knew that look in her eyes. “What is it, baby?” He whispered over her lips. Y/N stared into his eyes, bringing a hand to his face, letting her fingers caress over the light 5 o’clock shady that was barely appearing on his face. Armie pulled her by the hand, out of the hot tub and into the small cabin. Stopping just outside of the bedroom door he looked back at her, her hand in his as he kissed the back of her hand. “Are you sure?” She nodded in anticipation. 

She walks closer to him. "I want you." She tells him with confidence.

Her lips were on his and that's all he needed. That was all the consent it took. He carefully backed her up till her legs touched the bed. Armie's hands working the strings of her bikini dropping the items of clothing till she stood bare in front of him. He laid her back on the bed carefully as he lowered himself to the floor at her feet. Kissing up her legs he watched her closely to make sure she was still okay. He kissed up her body leaving little marks as he made his way to her lips, ridding himself of his swimsuit in the process.

His hands caress over her body, feeling every inch of her. He nudges her legs apart as he settles fully on top of her. He can feel her wetness on himself as she lifts a leg on his hip. He reached between them and lined himself up at her entrance. He feels her tense slightly. “Are you okay?” He whispers, looking down at her. She nods as she takes a breath. He takes her hand and laces their fingers together, pushing her hands up the bed a little. He starts to slide into her and with his face hovering over hers and he hears her whine slightly and sees her wince. “Relax your hips.” He tells her softly in her ear as he kisses beneath. “Take a breath and relax, baby.” He feels her take another deep breath as he pushes into her more. “It’ll only hurt for a few minutes.” She nods, he feels her squeeze his hand hard as he bottoms out inside of her. He kissed the side of her face as she adjusted her hips, her legs hitched over his waist. He feels the dampness of tears. He lifts up his face and looks down at her, seeing tears sliding down the corner of her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” She shakes her head and presses a kiss to his lips. ‘Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” She breathes out.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

As he starts to move his hips, he releases her hands, and she immediately grabs ahold to his back. Her fingers gripping the skin, her knuckles white. He kisses her slow and passionately as he begins moving at a steady pace. 

Her lips find his shoulders and neck as she brings her hand to his hair giving a gentle pull. “Armie,” She gasped and he changed his angle a little. 

He looks up at her, her head back on the pillow, eyes shut, mouth open in bliss. He kissed the hollow of her neck and brought his hand to her throat, his thumb at her pulse point. He gave a soft squeeze. He felt her legs go higher on his waist, her hands dragging down his back. She was tight around him, unbearably so. He felt his orgasm teetering on the edge since he first slid inside of her. She was so wet for him that the hot drench of her tightness was enough to make him blow right then and there. Somehow, he managed to hold off. Keeping the rhythm slower so as to not hurt her. 

Y/N held on to him, the feeling of fullness inside her was the best feeling in the world to her at that moment. The burn quickly easing to pleasure as he moved himself. She gasped feeling him every time he bottomed out. The way he held her so close made her heart skip a beat. He kept the body together, touching every area he could grip. The sound of his labored breath in her ear had her wanting to pull him through her. To be closer than they already were.

“Armie,” Her voice was shaky as she tried to speak. 

He nuzzled her nose with his. “It's okay, let go.” 

When that coil snapped, his name fell from her lips over and over again as her body confused beneath him. He rocked his his, working her through her orgasm as his own hit him like a wave. “Oh, fuck, Y/N!” He moaned as he came hard inside her. 

He kissed her softly, peppering her face with kisses and nips till she had come down from her high. His head lay on her chest as she carded her fingers through his hair. Nothing could be heard except a deep breath every so often.

 “I think every girl should lose their virginity to you.” 

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, eyes still closed. 

"It was perfect." She told him as he lifted his head and looked at her with his chin on her chest. “This just proved I made the right decision.”

He pushed her hair from her face as he slid off of her and settled next to her. "Are you okay?" 

"It hurts a little, but I’ll be okay." She nestled into his chest, wrapping her arms around his middle. “That was so amazing, Armie. Thank you.”

He pulled her a little closer, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

[toughtink]

just finished my NtN reread so you know what that means—more TLT lists!! spoilers ahead for Nona the Ninth.

Resurrection Beasts in The Locked Tomb Series

Mercymorn saw it as “a great and incoherent machine” which she thought had a great tail and a thousand broken pillars on its back. Cassiopeia saw it as “a mechanical monster with swords for wings, and great horns of myelin, tessellated over with graves.” (htn 338) Status: Dead?

Fell soon after resurrection (htn p43), spewed quicksilver and remade itself into hundred foot spikes (htn 338). Status: Dead?

? Status: Alive?

Was a humanoid creature with a beautiful face who held Mercymorn under the water (of the River) and spoke in a lovely voice repeating, “die, die” (htn 338). Status: Dead?

? Status: Alive?

Drawn into ultramassive black hole by cyrus “[it] better be dead, because cyrus won’t be coming back.” (htn p43), kept sucking the lyctors into enormous sphincters and spraying them with worms, Mercy can’t even remember what it looked like (htn 338). Status: Dead

This is the one chasing them in HtN. would make a sort of sick sense if it is Venus with Cytherea killed last book. bug themed? (the heralds are anyway.) this is also the one that Cassiopeia died baiting the physical form of into the river (htn 333). “Blue like Loveday’s eyes!” G1deon dies fighting it. Pyrrha says it “got away” at the end of HtN before Augustine drops the entire Mithraeum into the River. In NtN, Number Seven is dubbed Varun the Eater and chats with Nona a bit via Judith Deuteros. Status: Alive

Cost a man’s immortal soul “I still see that day in my dreams” (htn p43) probably Ulysses? (htn 333 + he’s the only male lyctor left.) Definitely Ulysses (htn 335). He wrestled the RB through the stoma. It’s described as “a giant head” by G1deon and by Augustine as “finned like a fish” with ribs as bloody bandages and teeth protruding through its skull, “tangled about its face like a nest,” red with a single green eye that moved all around its body (htn 338). Status: Dead

Alecto probably? unclear if she’s being included in Jod’s count, but it would explain his initial discrepancy. Status: Alive

additional notes:

jod says 3 left, originally 9, killed 5. harrow notices his math doesn’t line up but doesn’t say anything. missing RB is probably alecto.

cass lasted 7 min in the river before being torn apart by ghosts, trying to bait RB. RB emerged from river 20 min later unscathed. (htn p97)

augustine says of number 7 (or RBs in general), “it is a revenant…a revenant of a specific hell.” the emperor follows, “once defeated, it can be forced down into the abyss, and from there it will not return.” august adds, “we hope. oh, lord, do we ever hope.” (htn 175)

The most permanent solution to ending RBs has been to force their soul through the River and into the stoma. The physical form cannot be bombed due to the density of heralds that surround it and it’s propensity to drive any lyctor nearby insane. (htn 337)

As seen in NtN, necromancers (that is a necromancer soul in a necromancer body) are driven mad and cannot perform necromancy while under the influence of said madness which also affects their overall physical health, being potentially lethal even without the RB being fully substantiated from the River. The disease seems to spread/be influenced by light, and can be controlled or the effects lessened by blinding necromancers.

The RBs don’t match the house order perse, nor the planet order necessarily. They’re numbered in discovery order (except potentially Alecto).

as always, feel free to add on or let me know if i messed something up! these were my personal notes taken on a reread with page citations base on the american paperback version for htn and the hardcover for ntn.

[mrsaguapapi]

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Chapter 11

Every Stitch

The Vibe:

Donovan - Season of the Witch (Official Audio)

What time is it?

I check my phone and it's 7:55 pm "Fuck" I curse at myself. I decided a couple of hours ago to give up on trying to read my mother's books until I met up with Steven later. Instead, I took some time to relax and watched some Netflix... I may have eaten 2 slices of week-old pizza too

I grab an oversized Vegeta t-shirt and half-tuck it into a pair of jeans. Quickly I scan myself in the mirror putting my braids half up in a bun and wiping away any pizza crust from my face. I slide on a pair of sneakers, grab my sling ring and open a portal to their place. I take the two books in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, and step through closing the portal behind me.

Steven was in his little kitchen cooking something on the stove, wearing an apron and a pair of dark jeans. That was it no shirt, no shoes; it was quite the sight. His dark curly hair fell nicely on the side of his face, sometimes I forget how fine they are.

I drop the books on his bed and walk up to him, "What's for dinner love?" I ask

"Matzah Ball soup" he smiles," Here, set the table you're just in time." I do as he says and grab a couple of plates and utensils. After setting the table I have a seat while Steven serves our plates and takes the seat next to me. "Eat up," he says

I take a bite and almost cry, "Steven this is amazing."

"Thank you" he blushes," It's not as good as I remember; we used to make this with our Mother and brother. Brings good memories." he smiles, "Alright fill me in, the old fashion way. Your Memory Transference gives us a headache, besides I like hearing your voice."

I can't help but smile, he's incredibly sweet. For the next 20 min, I fill him in on what I can, leaving out all the parts involving Namor and the Talokans. I won't go into too much detail as I'm still processing but I give him all the important bits.

"Are you okay? You seem out of it." Steven placed his hand on mine

I sigh, "I will be you know? Got a lot to process. I left out a few details of the trauma." I laugh "Um I also kind of met someone. It's REALLY complicated and new, nothing's labeled officially I think? I don't know." I laugh nervously, "He's honestly quite sweet, I'd tell you more but I would be breaking a pretty important promise."

"That was extremely vague" He laughs, "But I'm happy for you"

"So tell me about Layla?" I ask

"Not much to tell. Marc called her and asked if she wanted to get dinner with us and talk. She agreed, so hopefully, all goes well. We're nervous"

"Don't be, you'll be fine. Bring her flowers it'll help break the tension."

"I don't know, I don't think she like flowers" he begins

"Let me stop you there young Padawan. Women love flowers. We don't say anything because we don't want to have to ask for them. That's like rule number one"

"Duly Noted" he laughs "thank you, Mills."

"No problem" I smile," Steven I don't think I can focus on anything until you put a shirt on."

He laughs at me and nods his head. I get up and clear the table while Steven grabs a shirt to put on and looks at the books on the bed, "So are these them?"

"Yes," I say walking over to him, "I can only make out certain words, makes no sense to me"

Steven inspects both books, looking at the bind and the pages trying to read the writing, "I'm honestly lost too. It's all gibberish."

"That's because it's written in the elder gods' native tongue," Khonshu says appearing from nowhere scaring both of us.

"A little warning next time bird brain?" Steven responds

"Hello child, made up your mind about my offer," Khonshu asks, I roll my eyes and look at Steven

"Oi bird man, you know she's not here for that." Steven says, "Can you help with the books or not?"

"This is what I get for picking a defected avatar," he whispers to himself. He points his staff at the books, "That's the book of Oshtur, goddess of truth, justice, and cosmic order. The other one looks like the book of Ayesha, the Rain Queen of Balobedu, a former sorceress supreme. These have been lost for centuries, where did you find them?"

"My mother had them in Wakanda."

"Who's your mother girl?"

"Apparently former Queen Ororo of Wakanda"

"The lost Windrider?" he asks shocked, "She's your mother?"

I clear my throat a little uncomfy "Yea seems so. I'm assuming by your reaction you were a fan" I chuckle awkwardly

"Something like that. It's beginning to make sense why she has these books and why you can see me. Your bloodline is closely connected to Oshtur, Steven you may know her as Ma'at" Khonshu says

I have a seat on the bed, "Who is Oshtur, and connected how?"

"Read it yourself," Khonshu says with an attitude

"We can't," I say matching his energy

He shakes his head and holds out his staff, "Grab on" Hesitantly I do as he says and Steven follows. I feel a rush of energy travel through my body giving me a headrush.

We quickly remove our hands from the staff, "What the hell was that?" I ask

"I just gave you the power of, Allspeak now you can communicate and read in all languages of the Nine Realms, Earth's dialects, alien languages, etc. You should have no problem reading those books. Now I shall take my leave." And like that he was gone.

"Allspeak? No way", Steven whispers to himself

"Geez, he was in a mood." I snicker and grab the books, "Grab the wine and sit, we got some reading to do" I take my shoes off and crawl up to the head of the bed.

Steven pours himself a glass and hands me the bottle. In return, I give him a book and we begin to read.

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For the last few hours, I've been reading about the goddess Oshtur. She is- was?-one of the primordial gods. I am unclear if she is alive or dead.

Can a primordial god die?

Oshtur had a fascination with the realms beyond Earth; so much so that she took to the heavens to travel the stars. During her exploration, Oshtur met a being named Hoggoth, the last survivor of an ancient mystic race.

Okay slay

They learned a great deal from one another, and when Oshtur was ready to move on, Hoggoth offered to go with her. The two eventually traveled back to Earth, where Oshtur cared for the development of mankind.

One day, she observed three children at play, and their joy caused her to shed a single tear. A child of her own emerged from that tear, and Oshtur named him Agamotto.

Agamotto loved to learn, and the two were quite happy together. Agamotto grew into a great teacher and sorcerer, who loved humanity as much as his mother. They eventually joined with Hoggoth to become a mystical trinity known as the Vishanti, and Agamotto encouraged the study of magic in humanity through his writings in the Book of the Vishanti.

Agamotto became the first Sorcerer Supreme of the Earth. He occasionally tried to choose a successor but to no avail. With no luck in his search, he held a battle between all of Earth's mightiest mages to determine the next Sorcerer Supreme. In the end, Ayesha a mighty sorceress from the Kingdom of Balobedu emerged as the champion. She served as Sorcerer Supreme for nearly 4000 years.

Ayesha now the protector of Earth was gifted with the control of Nature and Oshturs Power. Oshturs power is most frequently invoked for spells of strength, providing some power to make an existing spell even more powerful or to strengthen the magician casting it. Ayesha's gifts were passed to her descendants, all women with white hair and powerful magic potential.

I dramatically close the book, "Ayesha is my ancestor."

"I know. At the end of her book, there is a detailed family tree, that I'm assuming your ancestors kept up with. You're the last name here." Steven points at my name and hands me the book, "Outside of that there are all kinds of spells and abilities unlocked by your ancestors: Curative healing, flight, chaos magic, etc. I think your bloodline was blessed with generational bestowment of power. This book is a dummies guide for your potential powers."

"The journal that was bound to my wrist is just like this. Weird, how on some innate part of me I had the urge to document my gifts just like my ancestors."

"You need to add your findings to this book, there are blank pages meant for you"

"Yea, I suppose so." I put the books down and rub my head "So I know my family's origin story and now I have the cheat codes to my power. You'd think I'd be satisfied, but now I find myself grieving for parents I never knew and a past I have forgotten. Somehow it feels all connected."

"I'm sorry love, is there anything I can do?" Steven asks

"No hun, you've done quite enough. Thank you for your help tonight." I check my phone and see it's well past 2 am "I should go" I give Steven a big hug

"I'll see ya soon?" he asks, "Might need you to talk us off the ledge if things go wrong with Layla." he chuckles

I stand up and begin to open a portal "You are so dramatic," I laugh grabbing my books," And yes, of course, call or text me whenever okay?"

"Of course." He waves at me as I step through to my bedroom closing the portal behind me. 

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I lay in bed thinking about what my next move is. I need to take a trip to Bleeker street tomorrow; with the Darkhold's connection to my mother and now my bloodlines ties to the Sorcerer supremes, it's the right time to loop in Strange & Wong. Maybe they can help with my memory, but considering what happened with peter I have my reservations. Also, 

Who is Agatha? How does she play into this? 

Leaving all of my questions behind, I pull my phone out and begin to scroll through Tik Tok and unwind from the day. Right before I put my phone down to go to sleep, I receive a text from bucky

3:12 am

Hey, Can we talk? I'd really like to see you.

                                                  Read

I turn the sound off, put my phone face down on the nightstand, and lay back, "Nope. That's a future me problem."