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Even if the world ends, Iāll always love you.
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So I posted this on my blog, but I really wanted to share it directly with you. This AU has me in a chokehold, and I literally woke up in the middle of night dreaming about this, so imagine:
Based on @lynzineās prompt: Dick hears Red Hood make chirps or hoots, and then freaks out thinking Red Hood is a member of the Court and is targeting Tim.
So, what if, instead of Dick offering himself up as a sacrifice, Dick gets angry.
Dick hunts down the Red Hood, stalking him all over Gotham. When Dick sees him, he immediately attacks with the intent to kill. (The court wants his owlet. He already lost one, he canāt loose this one, he will not failā). Jason doesnāt want to fight Dick, but Dick is vicious.
And the fight just confirms Dickās assumption that Jason is a part of the Court. Because not only does Jason probably have some training from Dick himself ā back when he was Robin ā but now he has even more assassin training via the League. Dick sees this, and heās so so convinced this is a member of the courtā
But then part of the helmet cracks and falls off. Part of Jasonās face (his owletās face) is visible.
Dick freezes.
Jason shoots.
(Itās not fatal, but itās a close thing.)
Bruce rescues Dick, but Jason is long gone by then. Between the shock and the injuries, everything is kinda hazy for him. But Dick knows what he saw, and he realizesā¦ he just tried to kill his owlet. His owlet is alive again, somehow, and Dick almost killed him again.
Dick becomes depressed and devastated, which results in him basically ignoring everyone ā including Tim. He stops making nests and refuses to cuddle. He becomes almost catatonic.
But thatās okay. Timās worried for Dick. Timās used to being ignored.
Danggggg, okay, ooookay, I see you went for even more angst! Which I can totally respect, but still, how dare you š alright, okidoki, letās get to angsting my friend!
So we know that Jasonās beef probably wouldnāt be with Dick if he were to resurrect like in canon, mostly because, well, Joker made it a hot day after killing Jason before Dick tracked him down and distributed him all over Gotham like confetti.
As such it would stand to reason that Dick attacking Hood wasnāt part of the plan. The altercation happened by chance and, ok, fair, Jason was kind of targeting Tim so mayyybe he should have counted on that. What he DIDNāT count on was his mask coming off and Dick justā- freezing. And thereās this split second of absolute horror in both their eyesā for Dick because he thinks the Court took his owletās dead body without him noticing, and for Jason because he already pulled the trigger but dick isnāt moving out of the wayā
Jason flees, only staying long enough to press a trembling hand to Dickās pulse point and ascertain that Dick is aliveā that he didnāt kill his brother, before fleeing and leaving Bruce and Tim to pick up the pieces.
Dick is adrift for a long while and neither Bruce or Tim can figure out whatās wrong because Dick refuses to tell them what happened, that Jason is alive. Because now that Dick knowsā heās terrified. And guilt ridden.
Somehow, he missed the Court taking Jasonās body. And now he thinks his owlet had been subjected to the same horrors that Dick was, turned into the same monster Dick spent years believing himself to be. And Dickā Dick is a talon. Dick will always BE a talon. He should have realized that Hood is Jason. Should have realized thatās his owlet under that helmet, instead he attacked him, aimed to kill him, and Dick knows how deep betrayal can run when youāre running mostly on instinct and half remembered emotions. Dick had Jason, Jason saved him when he all Dick knew was how to kill, and when Jason came back to him after Dick thought him lost foreverā- Dick attempted to kill him.
Jason isā¦ confused. And reluctantly worried. Batman and Robin are rarely seen on the streets after the altercation and Nightwing is gone altogether. He knows he didnāt kill Dick. He made triple sure of it. Even went as far as to sneak onto manor grounds and hang out in a tree until heād caught a glimpse of the talon.
I think Jason wouldnāt be able to curb is growing concern for long, maybe a couple weeks, before he goes back and breaks into the manor while Batman and Robin are out on the streets hunting rumors of the Red Hoodās whereabouts
(Jason is horrified when he finds Dick sprawled listlessly in a heap of blankets that certainly looks like someone tried to arrange it into a nest, but failed miserably.)
#hi I took your angst and made it FLUFF#but!#and you may consider this a threat hehehehe#if you come back at me with more angst I promise I WILL make this even angstier#MWAHAHA#entering my villain era#or trying to#is there such a thing as soft villains?#like a club or something?#cuz Iād like to join#jason todd#dick grayson#talon dick grayson#owl song#ghost talks
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So if Hell is forever, and sinners can't be redeemed. Does that mean Cain can't be redeemed ever?
"Well uh...I guess not...but Cain was the first murderer, jealous of Able when all he could've fuckin' done was make the correct offerings to God..but I guess that's what I get when I ate that damn fruit...he sighed in disappointment, wishing things were different ..ā”"
#MWAHAHA MORE ANGST AND SADNESS#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel ask blog#ask adam#ask blog#hazbin hotel rp#hazbin roleplay
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Hello Reeds! :D
See Iām debatingā¦ Cause I want to create some fanart for liab, but also my anonymity ;-;
Maybe Iāll do it once all of Into The Fire is finished. No pressure!
Just saying that once at the end of this book, I feel like I must also revoke my anon status. Like closing a chapter (hehe) in ālifeā, but also opening a new one for any other works you have in the future! :D
I would like to create something for you! Especially since your series had helped me through the years! I remember reading this when Risking It All was still being written! I believe it was chapter 20-something when I first left my comment? :p
You brought joy with your book! As well as sadness ;-; Why it got to be so sad sometimes? š But it was fun suffering from your story :D
I hope youāre doing well and having fun doing everything you love doing! š
-Pain Anon
PAIN ANONNNNN *TACKLES*
Iām so sorry itās taken me so long to answer you Iāve been blah lately but HIII HELLO HEWOW!!
Not my lovely pain/red anon teasing me with fan art?! I will scream ahhh!! I totally respect anonymity but if you did wanna make art you can always submit it anonymously I have that feature enabled if people ever wanted to post anon art lol. No pressure obviously because if your style is super recognizable it wonāt matter if youāre anon or not lol.
PAIN ANON YOURE SQUEEZING MY HEART WITH HAPPY FEELINGS!!! I appreciate you so much you have no idea what youāre fun anon messages mean to me, I hope youāre having a good time in your life because you DESERVE IT!!
also Iām super excited to bring the pain - only one chapter left before I start blowing shit up again & let me tell youuuuuuuu haha I have some pain planned ;);););) :D
#I combined your two asks#If zuko gets captured again Iām going to seriously rename LIAB āZuko gets captured 40 times and livesā#Itāll be more accurate than LIAB lol#PAIN ANON I MISSSSS YOU & RED ANONNNN#But yea one chapter left#I do have some pain next chapter but itās not related to our boys haha#But thereās the beginning mwahahaha#Iām excited as much as I enjoyed the healing arc Iām totally stoked for some good ol liab angst#Letās gooooooo mwahaha#liab#leaving it all behind#ITF#ask#into the fire#Pain anon#Pain anon beloved I love youuuuu
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Hey so super random question time (I don't keep up with the deep lore...or honestly the fandom much anymore so pardon if this sounds really stupid)...how do we know the Master is running the same timeline as the Doctor?
Like...could the current Master have come before Missy? Do we know we're seeing them "in order" so to speak?
(idk I figured you'd be the best one to come to for this kind of question!)
Oh my god! So I've actually been listening to Doctor Who Unbound recently and it really showcases just how inconsistent Doctor Who is when it comes to the multiverse. It's the standard consensus of each choice making a new timeline. Some are larger than others. Sometimes it's alternate timelines, sometimes it's alternate universes. Either way it's pretty jumbled up. There have been numerous instances of the parallel universes though, especially in New Who.
When it comes to the Master, it's honestly really hard to tell because they've had a pretty long track record of being super inconsistent as well. The Master is basically chaos incarnate and jumps along the timeline out of order all the time. Throughout Classic Who, it was a running joke where each story included the Master seemingly dying and then just popping back up in the next episode like nothing was wrong and with little to no explanation. It's happened a few times in New Who as well.
Honestly, until we get an official answer, it's kind of up to personal preference as to if Dhawan's Master comes before or after Missy. And honestly, I can see both reasons:
Before Missy: It shows the loads of trauma that the Master experienced before-hand and it gives the character a massive character arc and a final conclusion, in a way. It shows how the Master as a character does actually care about the Doctor and their strange friendship.
After Missy: It shows how all of this trauma that Missy experienced eventually led to Dhawan's Master going 'screw it' and snapping, and just going back to being evil again. They've just decided they're done trying, and there's no real use in being good.
So yeah tbh it's kind of up to you about what you personally want to believe. I think that's kind of the fun of Doctor Who, being able to decide what you like the most with the franchise's media and having fun with what you enjoy.
#personally i kind of like the idea of Dhawan being after Missy#because it's more tragic and mwahaha more angst!!!#doctor who#dw#doctor who eu#dweu#classic who#classic doctor who#doctor who extended universe#doctor who expanded universe#new who#the master#missy#michelle gomez#sacha dhawan#personal#asks#asked#anon#anons#answered#answers
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aventurine, sunday, and any others when reader pretends to not remember them after a bad injury heheā¦[angst with fluff at the end] i love giving my poor babies heart attacks mwahaha
anyways love u and ur writings btw k byeee drink water ok byeee šāØ
āI'm sorry, but who are you?ā
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Fluff, Light Humor Angst to Fluff, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Reassurance.
Warnings: Emotional distress (brief moments of fear and confusion).
A/N: thanks for the reminder, anon! šŖš®āšØI really need to drink some water
Aventurine's eyes widened, his usual playful smirk faltering as you looked at him, confusion clouding your gaze. He reached out, as though instinctively wanting to close the distance between you, but he hesitated. Your words cut through the air, soft and fragile.
"Youā¦ you areā¦ who exactly?"
The words stung more than he expected. His heart raced in his chest as he observed the faint, distant look in your eyes. He had always been in control of the game, masterful in reading people, but this? This was a blow to his carefully constructed facade.
"You donāt remember me?" His voice was softer now, the bravado slipping as his pulse quickened.
You shook your head, an empty feeling creeping into your chest. "I donāt think so. Sorryā¦ am I supposed to?"
Aventurine's smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something raw beneath his cool exterior. Pain. Fear. He stepped back slightly, trying to hide the cracks forming in his walls.
"I suppose Iāve miscalculatedā¦" he muttered to himself, voice barely audible.
But then, you reached out and touched his arm gently.
"Iā"
Aventurine looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as you softly smiled. "I do remember you, though. Maybe I was justā¦ testing you?"
The game was on again, but this time, it was different. He chuckled, a soft, relieved sound that made the weight of his worries lift just a little.
"You're dangerous, you know that?" he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone, though there was an underlying tenderness now.
You smiled. "I think Iāll keep you on your toes."
And with that, the shadows of doubt lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presenceāone he could no longer imagine being without.
Sunday stood there, his eyes darkened with a mix of concern and confusion, staring at you as if you were a stranger. His fingers twitched slightly, an impulse to reach out, to make sure you were real, that you hadnāt slipped into some other world.
"Youā¦ you donāt recognize me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, fragile under the weight of his own disbelief.
You blinked at him, the blank look in your eyes unnerving him more than he cared to admit. "Iām sorryā¦ I donāt think I do. Are weā¦ close?"
The air between you seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken emotions. His mind was racingāhow could you forget him, forget everything you had shared? The kindness, the warmth, the bond heād built so carefully with you...
"I see," Sunday murmured, his gaze softening with a hint of sadness. "I suppose itās a part of the dream, isn't it? To forgetā¦ to lose everything."
You could see the strain in his expression, the hope fading from his eyes. "Sunday, Iā¦ I didnāt mean to forget you."
You reached for him, your hand trembling as you touched his sleeve. The contact seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and his breath caught.
A moment of stillness.
Then Sunday smiled faintly, the sadness still lingering. "I suppose weāll just have to make you remember, won't we?" His voice was gentle, though you could hear the underlying fear in it.
You smiled, this time with a reassurance he needed. "I think I already do."
A sigh escaped him, a soft, grateful breath as he pulled you into his arms.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." he murmured into your hair, holding you close.
Ratioās usual air of unshakable confidence was nowhere to be seen. He stood before you, his eyes wide with confusion and an almost frantic edge to his movements.
"Youādonāt remember me?" he repeated, his voice betraying a crack he hadnāt expected.
You stared at him, trying to piece together the fragments of the world around you, the details of his appearance leaving you more unsettled than anything. "Iā¦ Iām sorry, I donāt think I know you."
His frown deepened, his expression unreadable but filled with something you couldn't quite placeāwas it hurt? Disbelief?
"I see. This isā¦ unfortunate," he said, voice smooth yet tinged with something that didnāt fit. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I expected better from your memory."
You looked at him more closely, sensing a vulnerability underneath the sharpness of his demeanor. He was, despite his intellectual brilliance, losing himself in this.
You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your hand reaching for his, gently catching his wrist. "Iām sorryā¦ but Iām sure weāve met before. I justā"
He paused, his sharp breath catching in his throat as he looked down at your hand on his. For a brief moment, his composure cracked, and you could see the raw emotion behind his usually controlled facade.
"Don't do this to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. "You must remember."
You smiled softly, understanding now. "I remember. Youāre the one who always insists on teaching me things."
His gaze softened instantly, a relieved exhale leaving him. "Good."
Ratioās usual brilliance returned, but this time, there was something gentler about him. "Perhaps next time, try not to lose your memory so easily."
And though his words were sharp, his hand reached out to take yours, a reassurance that you were not lost to him.
Me lmaoo
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baby said | Y.J. + H. H.
genre: established relationship, rockstar bf x groupie gf x rockstar bff, smut, a touch of fluff, a sprinkle of angst, M X F X M,
wordcount: 6.2K
part I
MNDI (+18) CW: oral (both m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, afab reader, use of she/her/hers/girlfriend, pet names (baby, angel), slight degradation, hyunjin is a whore, voyeurism, riding, squirting, fingering, slight breeding, cumplay, spanking (slightly), teeny bit of angst w/ a splash of fluff, slight overstimulation, threesome, M X F X M, mxm smut
a/n: proof read ? god no. if i miss any warnings please do let me know. also took me several days to pump this out so if you hate it, don't tell me :') peep the nana reference mwahaha
summary: after concert celebration with hyunjin and jeongin takes a turn... for the bed
Since that night in the green room, Hyunjin seemed to have slightly reeled in his behavior. Emphasis on slightly. He remained the flirt he was but lessā¦ opportunistic in his advances physically, less pressing you into walls & corners, opting to redirect the energy to his flirty advances. Jeongin noticed his hyung had become more affectionate with him, doting on him like a child or making suggestive remarks. But, no one spoke of that night.Ā
Jeongin had purposely left that door unlocked. While the target in mind had been Hyunjin, he was willing to expose any poor soul's eyes to the lewd state he had you in that night. Jeongin had lucked out on seeing the look of shock, and terror, mixed with pleasure that painted his face. Finally, he had shown Hyunjin that his attempts would remain futile as long as Jeongin had you wrapped around his fingerā¦ Or in this case his cock.Ā
Tonight was a big night for the band, Minho had made some calls and was able to arrange for a talent scout to watch them play. He happened to be an old friend of Minhoās but the timing never worked out until now. It was a sold-out show in the city, it had left them antsy and anxious for days leading up to the show. Pressure to be perfect, to show this label what they were and could be. You had never seen Jeongin as stressed as he was, it was to the point that sex had been put on pause until after the show. It didnāt offend you but it was hurting to see Jeongin this way without being able just to take the weight off his shoulder for a moment. In consequence, it leaves you starved. You still cuddled every night and his kisses were endless but you missed him inside you. Needed him in you like you needed air to breathe.Ā
You arrive at the venue, making your way toward the hall that leads backstage, you show your credentials to security before making your way to the green room. The door was closed, Minho leaning against the frame with his head pressed to the wall.
āEverything alright?ā You ask, his head finally peaks up to look at you.
āWhat do you think?ā He asks sheepishly, half laughing and shaking his head.
āThat bad?ā
āI donāt think Iāve ever seen them this quiet, not even when theyāre sleepingā You sigh knowing exactly what he meant.
āIs it alright to go in?ā
āYeah, go for it. The talent scout is here so Iām gonna fetch himā Minho gently grabs your shoulder in passing āDo. Notā¦ Tell them that Iām bringing the scout in. Theyāll all just jump up to their feet and mob him like puppies to kibble.ā
āYes, sirā You laugh knowing heās probably right.
You knock on the door before walking in. Chan is twirling a drumstick in his hand anxiously, Jisung is hunched over in a ball on the floor fidgeting with the scratch in the wood coffee table, and Jeongin is sat back on the couch with a shaky knee biting back his lip. He only ever bites his lip like this when heās too lost in thought. Matter of fact, theyāre all too consumed with their thoughts to have even noticed youāve walked in. You sit next to Jeongin causing him to snap out of his dazed state.Ā
āWhat if I suck?ā he asks without looking at you
āYou wonātā Heās fixated on something across from him.
āBut what if i do?ā
āYou wonātā
āBut-ā
āNo head. Ever.ā
ā... thatās a bit cruel donāt you think?ā
āJeongin, look at meā He finally tears his eyes to look at you. His posture softens a bit. You lean forward to kiss his cheek, bringing your lips to his ears.
āYou will do amazing like you have always, and I will be there watching, screaming, and cheering you on like Iām the only person in that room tonight.ā
His face turns to lean into the hand that caresses his face.
āAnd when itās all over, you can have me anyway, anywhere, and however you want, okay?ā
Thereās a flush across the top of his cheeks with that last comment.
āYou know I love you right?ā He whispers just low enough for you to hear
āI knowāĀ
He looks gorgeous, the black smokey eyeshadow makes his eyes even more striking against the ginger color of his hair. A decision that was made on impulse this past week but has somehow made him look even hotter. You survey the room once more noticing someone was missing.
āWhereās Hyunjin?ā You ask which now has Jisung looking up from the coffee table and has Chan dropping his drumstick.
āHeās in the bathroom probably trying to yank one out, he ran through his speed dial fucks, none could be at his beck and call this week so heās been particularly moodyā Chan says so casually it's almost typical. Thereās a slam against the wall coming from the bathroom and a loud shout. āSee.ā
The door to the bathroom is suddenly yanked open and a very frustrated-looking Hyunjin is standing in the doorway. His chest heaving as he puffs out a breath shooting Chan a glare. Heās wearing a black jacket with a velvet finish, a white tank top that scoops a little too low, and black jeans with docs to finish the look. He doesnāt spare you a glance before walking over to the vanity to put his rings on. You look at Jisung who has also zoned out. You slip off the couch to kneel next to him, he looks at you now at eye level with him.
ā I donāt think I need to tell you that they all wouldnāt be here tonight without you Ji, right?ā He silently nods. āGood then lets put on a show none of them will forget.ā
You kiss the crown of his head before standing up and turning to Chan.
āAnd youā¦ just be hot and play those drumsā
āThe ever-encouraging words of our lovely, Y/N, ladies and gentlemen,ā Chan applauds you as you curtsey. Hyunjin is sitting on the vanity looking at you, thereās something about his eyes that sends a shiver straight down to where youāve been aching all week. Itās the same look he had in his eyes that night he grabbed your hand to feel up his tattoos.Ā
āYou on the other hand,ā You point a wavering finger to Hyunjin āYouāll find something to stick your dick in tonight, so for the love of god, try to be less pissy until itās all over.āĀ
āIāll hold out hope, maybe if Iām lucky enough, it'll be you,ā He rolls his eyes and lets the comment slip past his lips before heās able to catch it. It leaves your face flushed and the rest of them shooting a look of bewilderment at him.
The tension is cut by Minho walking back into the room, indicating its almost time for them to go on. On cue, you blow Jeongin a kiss to which he obnoxiously catches and presses to his lips. Hyunjinās comment rolls around in your head until you get to the bar to grab a drink. You know him enough to know when heās joking but this didnāt sound like it. The look of shock on everyone's face was just confirmation. You see a seat and ask the guy sitting left of it if itās taken, he sheepishly says it's all yours. You shed the coat you've been wearing, lined and trimmed in faux fur with intricate embroidery, revealing your long-sleeved mini-black dress. You took note of the way his eyes drank everything in, you smiled looking at him again.Ā
āAre you a big fan of the band?ā You ask trying to make small talk, intrigued by his presence. He wasnāt dressed like anyone else here, he wore a grey hoodie and jeans, and a mop of soft brown hair sat on his head matching the softness of his eyes.Ā
āCanāt say that I am just yet. This is my first show, and you?ā
āYouāre in for a real treat. Iām a huge fan you could say. Been to almost every show.ā His eyes widen a bit at this. āOh really? Just here for the music?ā He asks with raised brows.Ā
Without another word, you wink as the lights dim and the crowd screams.
This had to be one of their best shows, the energy from the crowd only amplifying their stage presence. You had never seen them performing as passionately as they had tonight. They all moved and played so perfectly in sync, on top of nailing every drum solo, guitar solo, and long vocal note. The lights had come on and your drink was empty once again. The guy who had been next to you had stood up lingering inside taking a phone call. Minho was the first to come out, he walked to security first to let them know to usher the remainder people out as quickly as possible.Ā
āTheyāll be out soon, the talent scout wants to see them to discuss a deal. The venue said we could have it in the attached restaurant so can you please take these orders and grab us a booth?ā Minho asks while frantically looking around.
āBoo if this is my reward for being Jeongins girlfriend, Iām expecting a cut of this deal tooā You pout at Minho who is waving you off.Ā
You give the waiter the order for the 7 of you before sitting in the booth. It's a rounded booth with an extra chair at the open part of the table. You had given the coat to the host at the entrance but your legs felt cold with the mini dress riding up your thighs in this booth. It isnāt long before you see Chan and Jisung, dressed more casually and strutting to the table. You step out the booth to hug them both and congratulate them on the show. Minho is making his way down soon with Jeongin and Hyunjin in toe. Jeongin is grabbing you by the face to give you a kiss leaving you giggling at his enthusiasm. He tries to kiss all over your face before Jisungs groans and interrupts. You end up sandwiched between Jeongin and Hyunjin, which unfortunately does nothing for the ache between your thighs, the smell of their cologne is all you can breathe in, and the roughness of their jeans brushing against your exposed legs. They were both notorious for manspreading, so any thought or notion you had about legroom was out the window.Ā
Hyunjin seems to either not notice or care about the way your legs try to scoot further from his, you opt to cross your legs over each other, causing your boyfriend to notice and slide a hand onto the thigh that was buried under the other leg, his hand smushed between your thighs and so close to where your panties are dripping for him. Jeongin carries on with his convo with Chan who sits next to him. You take a shallow breath trying to focus on anything else, this piques Hyunjinās interest.
āWhatās got you so worked up?ā He asks lowly into your ear while throwing an arm around the back of the booth seating that cages you in.Ā
āI could ask you the sameā You scoff when he reaches to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
āIāll share if you do? Here Iāll make it easy for you,ā He riches for his drink tossing back the last of his drink, you watch a droplet slip down the side of his mouth just missing his lips. As he sets the drink down heās leaning incredibly and his lips are practically pressed against the shell of your ear. āI would love nothing more than to rip that dress off your body, lay you out on this table, and fuck you while your boyfriend watches. And I know you haven't been fucked for days with how tense our Innie has been.ā
You cough trying to suppress the moan you let slip, luckily it only has Jeongin turning to check on you with concern. You tell him you choked on air before he gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and a kiss to your temple. He promised to make it up to you tonight for the dry spell he left you in this week. Hyunjin has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his gaze fixed on the guy now walking to your table and waving to Minho. Itās the same guy from the bar.
āAh finally. Everyone this is Seungmin, he works for Capitol Records.ā Seungmin waves coyly until his eyes meet yours. Min goes around introducing you all.
Ā āThis is Jisung, our singer, Chan, our drummer, Jeongin, our lead guitarist, and Hyunjin, our bass player. This is Y/N, our unofficial assistant and resident groupie.ā Minho laughs at that comment but earns him a shin kick from Hyunjin. You roll your eyes extending a handshake.
āIām Jeonginās girlfriend. I think it's fair to say that Assistants and Groupies have better benefits than I do but itās nice to meet you. Formally, that is.ā You smile coquettishly. You always knew better to play into the flirt act when it would benefit them.
āItās nice to have a name to put to such a pretty face.ā You blush but it's sincere. The rest are side-eyeing you suspiciously Jeongin only has a questionable look on his face, you mouth ātell you laterā to him which melts the furrowed brow expression on his face.
āGreat news,ā Seungmin says as he sits in the seat between āThe company wants to sign you a two-record deal. Some terms are negotiable but Iāll need an answer tonight.ā
āWhat are the terms?ā Chan is the first to speak.
ā55k sign-on bonus, 15% cut on ticket sales, 10% on album sales, and we keep the royalties.ā
āNo.ā Jeongin says firmly. Seungmin has a shocked look on his face.
āWe want our royalties, we write everything ourselves. Weāve produced everything ourselves up until now. Our royalties and right to the music is non-negotiable.ā Jisung speaks up but thereās not a single thought of consideration for the offer on his face.
Seungmin looks to Minho for help, āI told you they werenāt gonna crack on that,ā he says with a shrug.Ā
āWeād be willing to give a portion of the royalties, but not all.ā Hyunjin jumps in.
ā20% for you and 80% for usā Chan says.
āYouāre twisting my arm on this guys.ā Seungmin looks at you all with pleading eyes, itās so cute it almost works on you. You see why heās the scout now. He stands up to pull his phone out āLet me make a call.ā
He walks away leaving the 6 of you at the table quite, a bit jittery and anxious. Your mind brings you back to what Hyunjin said a few moments ago when you feel fingers brushing the side of your thigh where the hem of your dress rides up. You donāt have a chance to say something to him before Jeongin has a look of distress on his face, his grip on your thigh is getting a little tighter.
āI hate this. Everything about this makes me so anxious.ā He leans his head on your shoulder slumping back. You caress his face making him look at you.
āI can call Yasu, he might be a little helpful. Besides, unless he has some paperwork on him for you to sign at this very moment, which I highly doubt, nothing is final until you put pen to paper.ā Yasu was a lawyer your friend of yours, very intimidating to look at with his dark sunglasses always on, the height, the piercings, and his bald head. He was a sweetheart but he had a cold look that always helped when you were going out.Ā
āPlease, could you?ā He looks at you with his puppy eyes, you kiss his forehead before pulling your phone out to call him.
āLet me out, I gotta make a call.ā You say to Hyunjin as your pulling up Yasuās contact information. He doesnāt budge, āHyun.ā
āGotta crawl across, baby, I donāt really feel like moving.ā You wait a moment.
He canāt be serious. While youād normally argue with him, you needed to call Yasu before Seungmin came back.
Fuck it.Ā
Without a second thought, you put your legs over his lap before scooting yourself across his lap. Thatās when you feel it, heās hard. You're pulling your dress down again.
āYou know youāre a real pain in my ass?ā You huff
āI was hoping it would be a pleasureā
You look past him at Jeongin whoās still processing what he saw once again, he needs another moment.
You scurry off to a secluded corner to call Yasu.
Itās a brief conversation, he warns you of what to look out for and to call him first before signing anything.
āHey, can I ask you something unrelated?ā
āOf course.ā
āIf my boyfriend's band member who is also my long time friend, wonāt stop flirting with me despite walking in on me and my very loving boyfriend having sexā¦ what do i do to make him stop?ā
He says nothing, you can hear him sigh deeply on the other end.
āHyunjin.ā Itās more of a statement then question, you hum in response. āThrow him a bone.ā
āIn what way?ā
āThatās up to you. Goodnight.āĀ
Your head spinning with ideas. You store it in the back of your mind for a moment before walking back seeing Minho waiving the waiter over to collect the bill.
āWhat happened?ā You ask Jeongin who stands beside Jisung out of the booth.
āWeāre renegotiating tomorrow afternoon, let Yasu know weāll need him if they want to sign,ā Jeongin says while wrapping an arm around you. You're texting your friend once more, giving him the details of when and where before he confirms heāll be there first thing.
Jisung, Chan, and Minho had departed with their goodnights by the time you refocus on your surroundings. Hyunjin is still lingering, standing next to the both of you.
Throw him a bone.
āHyun, you want to come out with us for a few drinks?ā Jeongin asks. It seems someone has already beaten you to the question. Hyunjin is glancing at you once more before that stupid grin is back on his face.
āSure. I got no one better to do. Sorry, I meant nothing better to do.ā
Youāre walking down to the speakeasy bar down the street a few blocks over, it was pretty hipster. Dark velvet walls, gold lighting fixtures, and indie shoegaze music. It looked like a burlesque hall but hipster men and women sprinkled everywhere. You often came here for a fun time after a show, it seemed as good of a time as any.
Hyunjin grabbed your drinks while you grabbed a table in the corner tucked from everyone else, your back to being sandwiched between the two of them. You take what was probably your third drink of the night, itās liquid courage. Every time you felt a buzz like this, your actions were a bit unpredictable. You're swaying a bit, Hyunjin is staring at your lips. The entire time youāve been sitting here, they were two chatterboxes not sparing an ounce of attention.Ā
āTruth or dare?ā You ask. Jeongin is leaning into your back with his head pressed to your shoulder.Ā
āTruth,ā Hyunjin answers without sparing a glance at Jeongin, heās intrigued by the mischief in your eyes.
āDo you think about me when you touch yourself?ā Hyunjinās brow raises.
āYeah. I do. How does that make you feel?ā
āGotta play the game right, Hyunjinnie,ā You say taunting a finger at him.Ā
āFine, truth or dare?ā
āDare.ā Jeongin is pressing his lips into your shoulder.
āTake your panties off.ā Your chest is fluttering, your boyfriend groans a bit.
āHow do you know Iām wearing any?ā
āProve it, then.ā You shake your head while you lift off the seat to pull them down a bit before shimming them off. You pick them up tossing the black thong into Hyunjins lap.
āGood girl.ā Jeogin nips at your ear, and you let a moan slip while his hands start to paw at the flesh of your thighs. āTruth or dare, Hyunjin?āĀ
āāDare,ā Hyunjinās head tilts like a confused puppy as he speaks.
āKiss me.ā Your pussy is drolling with the way Hyunjin is looking at you. You feel yourself getting hotter under his gaze.
Without another second passing, Hyunjinās lips are attacking your own. It was everything you imagined, his lips were soft and full against yours. His kisses are wet from the way his tongue is dancing with yours. He has a hand in your hair pulling ever so softly, yours tangling in his hair while your other grips at Jeongin who sits behind you. He pulls away to bring his free hand up to your boyfriend's face, he grabs him by the hair pulling him in for a kiss. There, smushed between the two of them, you have the perfect view of their lips and tongues fighting for dominance. The wet smacking and saliva connecting their mouths have you whimpering. It was so lewd to be pressed between the two of them while they moaned and gasped into each other's mouths. They both pull back looking at the flush across your face while panting for air. Jeongin is the first to attack your neck on the side closest to him, and Hyunjin follows suit. You let out a whiny gasp, rubbing their thighs up and down before moving to their crotches feeling the strained hard cockās beneath their pants. Jeonginās hand makes its way to your exposed cunt, this pulls you out of your lust-filled haze. You remember you're in public again. Youāre pulling Jeongin off once more too.
āHotel. Now. Not here.ā His lips are tinted pink and glossy from hickeys he's just sucked into your skin.
He groans but silently agrees grabbing your purse, Hyunjin pulls away from your neck reluctantly. Pulling you with him out of the booth. Jeongin is leading you out of the now crowded bar, holding your hand while Hyunjin keeps a hand on your waist right beside you. Your heart is racing, pounding against your chest. The walk back to your hotel feels like an eternity, Jeongin is repeatedly slamming down the elevator button with impatience. Hyun is pressed firmly against your back, his arm wrapped around your waist and his hand splayed on your tummy. Never been more thankful to have him holding you so firmly in fear your legs would give out any moment. Hyunjin nips at your ear teasingly while you feel his growing erection poke into your back.Ā The elevator dings, Jeongin dragging the two of you inside. Once the doors shut on you three, Jeongin kisses you once more, his hand rests on your throat holding you in place. Hyunjin is groaning at the sight feeling himself harden even more at the sight of his friend dominating you, his hands are feeling your chest. Hyunjin slips a hand underneath your dress from behind, feeling the way the lack of panties has only made your pussy droll with excitement for him.
You're pulled off the elevator in a swift motion by the two of them, being straight into the room and onto the bed. You're ripping your clothes off while the other two ogle at the scene in front of them, you fully naked in front of them.
"Who's first?" You ask smirking, trail hand between your thighs, turned on by the sight of the two of them staring at you with hunger in their eyes. They turn to look at each other but Jeongin does the unexpected. He's grabbing a fistful of Hyunjin's hair leaning into his ear.
"I want to watch you eat her out first. You can manage that can't you?" Hyunjin is wincing in pain and pleasure before muttering out a yes. "Good, strip your clothes then."
Hyunjin is throwing his clothes off haphazardly around the room, Jeongin sheds the last of his clothes before he settles down on the bed sitting behind you. Hyunjin is down to his boxers, staring at the both of you before sliding them down revealing his cock. He's big like Jeongin, he's not as long but he's just as girthy if not more. You haven't stopped playing with the slick between your thighs, having enjoyed every moment of the strip show, you glance back to see Jeongin, stroking himself looking between you two. Hyunjin is pulling your hands away from yourself pining them above your head. He's laid atop of you, the feeling of his tip so close to your entrance has you whimpering and wiggling under to get some friction.
"Not so fast. I've waited so long for this." He mumbles with his lips just brushing your own, he goes in for a kiss. It's short but filthy with the way his tongue slips. He pulls away, he holds your wrists in one hand to bring his hand down to your face and squeeze your cheeks.
"Open." You open your mouth only for him to spit right onto your tongue. "Swallow."
You do as he says.
"Fuck, I'm gonna ruin you, such a good girl." He glances at Jeongin while moving his way down your body with teasing kisses. Jeongin gets the hint and leans forward to take hold of your wrists.Ā
When he finally gets to your thighs, you're already whining for him to do anything. He takes his time watching you through lidded eyes, kissing the inside of your thighs until he's faced with your cunt. He licks a strong stripe up flicking your clit leaving you gasping for more, pushing a thigh up and over his shoulder, he starts with slow but firm licks your clit. One arm stretched across your hips to hold you in place while his free hand repeatedly slaps to the outside of your thigh. After enough teasing, his mouth is fully latched to your cunt, messily slurping up every drop of you. Youāre screaming out at his torment, looking up at Jeongin who has let up on his grip on your wrist. He's enticed by the way Hyunjin's face is buried in between your legs. He uses his free hand to grope your tit, massaging the boob in his hand and leaning down to kiss you. You're moaning into his mouth when you feel Hyunjin's finger now brushing your g spot. You feel your eyes rolling back and the knot in your stomach about to burst, the feeling of his lips sucking at your clit, and your back arching off the bed begging to feel relief. You can feel Hyunjinās fingers pick up pace and his tongue flicking repeatedly as you feel your orgasm approaching, and then the rubber band inside you snaps. Legs shaking, body twitching, and cries pouring from your throat as your release drips down Hyunjinās face.Ā
With every touch, your skin feels like fire as you lay there trying to come back to the present. You almost missed the way Jeongin pulled Hyunjin from between your thighs, attacking his face with hot, sloppy kisses, desperate to know what he tasted like with your release coating his lips. When you regain consciousness, Hyunjin is flipping you over onto your stomach, lifting your hips in the air.
āAre you okay? Do you want to keep going?ā Jeongin is leaned down by your face. You nod and whisper yes, throat tired from the screams you let out moments ago. He kisses your forehead before maneuvering to sit in front of you, his legs spread while his cock leaks with precum. His tip is angry red, begging to be touched. Youāre reminded that Hyunjin is behind you when you feel a harsh smack on your ass, fingers playing between your folds. He gripped his cock with one hand, stroking himself a few while aligning your hips into place. You feel the way he rubs his tip against your dripping cunt, you wiggle your hips begging him to just put in.
āPlease... Hyun please just fuck me please,ā You plead while gripping the bed, nails digging into the comforter.
āAnything for you, my angel. Such a dirty girl crying out for my cock arent you?ā
Heās slamming his hips into you giving you little time to adjust to feeling, his cock brushes against your cervix. Heās thicker then Jeongin, you can feel every ridge of him inside you. You yelp clenching down on him which causes Hyunjin to groan loudly, digging his fingertips into your hips. He moves slowly pulling himself out before bottoming out inside you again. Your whimpers only egg him on, Jeongin is fisting himself, all thoughts consumed by your moans and the way Hyunjin is slamming himself in and out.Ā
āGonna fill you up so good. Watch me empty my load into your angel girlfriend, Jeongin.ā
Hyunjin picks his pace up, the sound of skin slapping echoes in the room while he pounds into you from behind. You attempt to bury your face in the blanket you lay on top but Hyunjin is drunk on the way you cry out in pleasure, he wants you crying out his name while Jeongin watches. He pulls you up by your hair, lifting you to hold yourself up on your hands, he wraps an arm around your throat, leaning over your body to chokehold you. He continues his merciless thrusting and looks up to Jeongin while he grunts burying himself inside you to the hilt. He has a catlike smirk on his face while you cry out again feeling his tip brushing that spot inside you again. Jeongin is rapidly unfolding at the sight, but he canāt bring himself to release yet. Hyunjin lets you go before pulling out of you leaving you crying out at the empty feeling. He flips you onto your back, you roll over like a ragdoll now that every muscle in your body is worn. He settles on his lifting your hips into his lap before beginning to pound into your cunt. He holds your hips in the air while your back is arching once again, heās so close and this new angel is bring him close to his own climax. Your whole body shakes and pussy clenches down on him, trying to milk every last drop of cum out of him. With a few sloppy thrusts, he climaxes inside you, painting your insides white with his cum. Your 2nd orgasm falters off as you arenāt as close, when you feel him pull out, your legs shake, needing him to finish what he started. You pant in place aching to feel your release. You look up at Jeongin, your boyfriend who watched his best friend just dump his load into you.
āSit on my face.ā Itās all he says, it's all Jeongin needs to say. He couldnāt cum, not when your pussy was dripping with Hyunjinās cum. He needed to taste. When he finally scoots down the bed low enough for you to straddle his face and hold the headboard for support. He gives your ass a hard slap, gripping your hips down to smother his face, he was going to eat you out like you were his last meal. Without another second to spare, his tongue is dipping in and out between your folds, Hyunjinās cum pouring onto his tongue. Lapping every drop into his mouth like you were spring water in the desert.Ā
Hyunjin had been watching this play out. Trying to catch his breath but heās hard again, he canāt ignore the burning desire in his stomach to suck Jeongin off right now, when would he ever get another opportunity like this again? He makes his way back onto the bed push Jeongins legs apart, before settling down right between them just like he had done to you earlier. You look over your shoulder catching a glance before Hyunjin is spitting on your boyfriendās cock to start stroking him. You had a burning feeling in your stomach recalling back to that night Innie fucked you on the couch remembering the fever flush that came over you seeing the way Hyunjin drank the image up. You brought back to reality when Jeongin groans into your pussy, overwhelmed by the feeling of Hyunjin taking him all the way down his throat. Jeongin snaps his hips up causing Hyunjin to gag and tighten his throat around him, you grind your hips into his mouth looking down at him while leaving another harsh smack across your ass.
Youāre close to cumming again, your hand fisted in Innieās hair while he moans into your pussy. He picks up the speed rapidly flicking his tongue on your clit, your thighs hurting from both the approaching orgasm and keeping yourself up from suffocating your boyfriend. Hyunjin is sloppily sucking your boyfriend off, pulling off for a moment to lick at his balls before flattening his tongue, and licking a long stripe from his balls to his tip. You once again feel your orgasm washing over you and cum shakily down on Jeongins face, he gleefully takes your hips in his hand helping you ride out his orgasm. You pull yourself shortly after to keep yourself from falling into full overstimulation, Hyunjin still lies between your boyfriend's legs, bringing Jeongin close to his own orgasm. Jeongin lifts his head up just enough to watch him shove Hyunjinās head further down on his cock once more, holding him in place while he empties himself into his mouth. Out of breath, Innie lays there while Hyunjin slowly pulls his mouth off, letting Jeongins cum drip down out of his mouth back into his cock.
Panting, out of breath laying next to Jeongin, you hug his arm leaning your head on his shoulder. He smooths your hair down kissing your forehead muttering an āI love youā. The bed shifts when you feel Hyunjin lie next to you, you're all worn out, tired, and sore. Jeongin is the first to move with shaky legs, he makes his way to the bathroom to run a bath for you. Hyunjin is holding you in his arms, his head is pressed into your shoulder.
āI love youā¦ I love you both so muchā¦ this wonāt ruin us right?ā
You roll over in his arms to look at him, Hyunjin had tears welling in his eyes. You knew him better than anyone else, his efforts to find a home in someone elseās body were all efforts made in a vain mindset, that sex could somehow fix the hole he had in his heart. He was always going to be in love with you, in love with you both. His heart held as much love for you as it did for Jeongin, someone he was never quite sure would ever reciprocate the love in the same way.Ā
āNo, this changes some things but itāll never ruin us. Come on, let's shower, we can talk things over in the morning. For now, we can hold on to this moment.ā
A tear slips past, you wipe the tear away from his cheek rubbing a soothing thumb over his face. Hyunjin walks to the bathroom first, Jeongin comes back out for a moment.Ā
āBaby, I think youāre gonna have to help me to the bathroom. My legs feel like jello.ā You tell Jeongin as laughs, heās still hard so his erection still stands tall when he stands in front of you.
āI got you,ā He picks you up bridal style, you wrap your arms around his neck. He stops for a moment with you like this. You cup his face and kiss him, a sweet one, a reassurance that you love him. He presses his forehead to yours, āI have so many mixed emotions right nowā¦ but I knowā¦ I need you bothā¦ more then ever.ā
āIām right there with you. Now, let's shower please, Iām begging you.ā
After having both of them hold you up in the shower to wash, a cooperative effort to clean up the mess you left behind in the bed, you finally settle under the new sheets and comforter after having to ask the hotel housekeeping for shamefully. You wore one of the many band t-shirts Jeongin had, it was just the right amount of worn to feel soft against hot skin. Hyunjin grabbed spare clothes from his room before returning to the shared room for some much-needed cuddling and aftercare. Youād fall asleep sandwiched between the two of them, Hyunjin pressed to your back and your head on Jeongins chest.
You wake up the next morning to your phone blowing up, Hyunjin and Jeongin both passed out in a comatose sleep. You scramble across the bed to reach the dresser.
"Hello?" You ask groggily.
"Where are you and where is the other half of this band? I'm with the rest at the record companies office and the meeting is in 20 minutes." Yasu's voice is like a splash cold water to your face.
"Oh FUCk-" Your shoving the other two awake, shouting something about meeting and company. They both drop to the floor scrambling to find clothes.
"They'll be there soon maybe 10 minutes, 15 at most." You say as you watch the flee out the door.
"I'll try to stall till they get here... you said "they"... did you?..."
"I took your advice... and that's all I'll say."
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HEHHEHEHEHEH WHATS UP MY BBG? I hope you have had a good day/night! I have this idea in my head that I'm ITCHING to get out but you can feel free to ignoreā¤ļø
Can you do what would happen and what would Sanemi, Giyu, Tanjiro, and Obani do if reader got turned into a demon during a battle?
LIKE I SAID FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!! YOU DA GOAT BBGā¤ļø
GEHEHE I'M DOING SO GREAT! š«¶š«¶I HOPE YOU'RE DOING EVEN BETTER THOUGH š”š„¹ It was raining here all day and I was a worrisome parent and got soaked going to check on my kittiesš„°š„°. (also why would I ignore such an angsty request MWAHAHAš)
Includes: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Tanjiro Kamado, and Obanai Iguro CW: pretty much reader dies in all scenarios, but... yeah no my heart hurt writing these so there's no hope for any of us. Death, angst, sadness.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
The demonās claws slice through you, tearing your skin apart. You fall to the ground, crumpled and bleeding
āSan-Sanemi,ā You choke out, the life draining from your beautiful eyes.
A vengeful scream erupts from his throat, burning his very vocal cords as he rushes the creature
Its head falls to the ground with a gruesome thump, Sanemi dropping to his knees next to your corpse. āYN...Iām so-ā
Your eyes, theyāre open and your pupils pull into slits. His next breath catches in his throat. āSorry,ā He breathes, his eyes stinging with hot tears
He picks up his nichirin blade, using it to help him into a standing position. Sanemiās choked sobs echo through the forest valley. The glint of fresh sunlight reflecting off of his blade as he plunges the tip into your heart. The sun is cresting over the mountains in a new dawn.
Your garbled noises nearly drive him to the brink of whisking you off to a shadowy haven, but you wouldnāt want to live out your life being the very thing you fought so hard against.Ā
As the ashen belongings of your body blow past him he feels like heās just stabbed himself through the heart.
āSorryā¦so sorry.ā He cries, but the sunlight dries his tears.Ā
Giyu Tomioka
He was by your side one second then cornered off by a second demon. He wants to remain close to you and protect you, but as he lands the final blow to the demon in front of him he catches the tail end of the demon lifting you by your throat.Ā
His blood runs cool, the demonās features twisting in a cruel sneer as it makes you lick up the blood from his wounds.Ā
Too late, too late, too late
Just like with Sabito, Giyu was too late to save you. His head spins, running through possibilities to somehow not fuck up again
Tanjiro and Nezeko were a special case, whoās to say Giyu would break through to you? And when he didnāt? Would his heart finally go numb? The risk was too great.
The demon has dropped you and ran off, leaving you panting on the ground. You touch your throat, hacking up the blood it tried to feed you. A glimmer of hope sprouts in Giyuās chest. Maybe you had saved yourself? You meet his gaze, tears rolling down your cheeks.
āGiyu,ā you smile, the one heād grown accustomed to seeing every morning when you greeted him. āGiyu, I need you to be strong,ā you start, but he canāt hear you. He doesnāt want to.
āNo, Iām not strong,ā His voice is trembling. His body aches with the knowledge of what youāre about to request of him. He couldnāt do it. You meant too much to him and he was a selfish man. When everyone else ignores him you see through his suffering to the little boy underneath, scared of being seen for the fraud he was.Ā
Thereās that smile again. āGiyu. Youāre a Hashira, youāre more than strong ā youāre kind. You know what you have to do. Please, before itās too late.ā
Giyuās body feels limp as tears mix with his sweat. He was too weak to save Sabito, but he could still save you. He yells into the night, a pained scream that rustles the birds from their branches.
Your head thumps to the side, fanning into dust as he sinks to his knees, sobbing over your remains. Turns out ā he wasnāt numb after all.Ā
Tanjiro Kamado
Youāre bloody, a demon standing over you, itās foul stench dripping round droplets onto your wound
āLetās see if you have the heart to kill one of your own, slayer.ā
Tanjiro had been through this before, with his younger sister Nezeko and things were turning out alright with her.
Would his bond be strong enough to snap you out of the demonic craze? You had acted like an older sibling to him, watching over his progress and always cheering him on. Often he thought the gods had blessed him with you so he would have someone to look after him when he had no one.Ā
āYN!ā He screams, the demon slipping away into the night. āYN talk to me. If you can still talk that means thereās still time.ā But the veins on your face bubble and contort your expression to one of hatred.
Tanjiro falls back on his hands, heart loudly echoing in his ear. āYN, pleaseā¦ itās meā¦your little brother.ā But itās far too late to work on your once human heart. As you rise to your feet Tanjiro stumbles to his as well
His katana is shaking in his grip. You were a demon, but also his friend. He canāt see through his blurry vision.Ā
āPathetic,ā you spit, then before Tanjiro can will his heart to do what he knew he couldnāt, you spill into the shadows
His vow to cut the head from Muzan Kibutsujiās body grew a thousandfold that night
Obanai Iguro
You had been on this mission for weeks now, fighting side by side. Obanai had grown fond of you.
That was until a demon stole you away, reminding him that fondness sprouted weaknesses. However, he tracks you down regardless.
The demon had set up in a cave, the dawn making this rescue mission easier, but as he steadily slides into the heart of the cave he finds youāve been tied up, dried green blood on your lips
āFuck,ā Obanai hisses into the darkness, searching around for the creature that did this to you
āItās gone Obanaiā¦ā You drawl, your voice raspy and strained. He winces at the state of you.
He rushes to untie you, hoping itās not too late and the insect Hashira can work some miracle cure on you. If Obanai was fond of you he couldnāt even imagine how the corp members felt about you.Ā
It had been a while of your fighting off the urge to turn, there had to be hope for you. If only he could get you back to headquarters fast enoughā¦
As if reading his mind you shake your head solemnly. āPlease, let me see the sunrise one last time,ā you croak, gaze drifting to the sunlight filtering in from the caveās entrance.Ā
Obanai squeezes his eyes shut, the electric buzz of his heart making it hard to fulfill your request. He was stagnant, breath quickening as you pleaded with him.
He offers you his hand, willing his chest to return to steel. He leads you to the outside world and your grip tightens as you step into the sun. Obanaiās body aches with unrelenting sorrow. If only heād kept a better eye on you.
Soon enough, a faint āthank youā blows past him on the wind, and he rushes away from the spot, not willing to look at what he had so carelessly taken for granted.Ā
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Wailing reading that damn riddle fic aaaaaa. Okay again, not a riddle fucker but the fic fucks me from behind. Absent during the eels' fic release but here I am, present for Riddle's???
But well my favorite part of the fic has to beā¦ there are few. Riddle taunting us with the locket, Riddle asking us to sit down, both Riddle and Reader just acting like thereās red in the scenery, readerās reflection urging us to escape is also a cherryā¦ Morosā eyes flickering from gray to red then to gray, yummyā¦
When you made it look like we got our victorious ending, I was like, ādamn this isn't Meraki if itās not a bad or angst endingā and bam, moros is backkkkk. I'm salivating for Moros's return. It's not Meraki if thereās no breeding or this kind of ending where it benefits the Yan.
But I can't help but wonder how Octatrioās moros version would beā¦. Azul's crybaby moros... crying when he looked at us leaving... (kicking legs, him screaming 'he had enough' just before he OB), Floyd's moros might be more emotionally sad than angry if compared to Jade's(?)
While Floyd was thinking about finding a way to drag you back just because he was heartbroken and lonely, Jade was thinking of a way to drag you back out of... anger? Definitely something more sinister than all them 3 combined.
AAAAAA (ā”ĖĶ ź³ ĖĶ) OMG OMG FANTASTIC ART!!!! I love the necklace around darling's neck,,, Moros trapped within, only able to cry and whine like a baby mwahaha.... so perfect. This is exactly how I imagine it hehe. The children make Moros's Looking Glass into a pretty necklace and now darling wears him around like a badge of honor. It's her "I survived the weird monster in the mirror" symbol of pride. And Moros/OB!Riddle himself!!!!! So sinister with the locket!!! That proud and devious expression is so amazing!! >w< he's such a taunt! >:(
LOL it really isn't a merakiui fic if there's no breeding kink or overall bad time for the darling. ^^;;;; it crept in only slightly during the part where Moros looks at darling and basically hints that he'd knock her up if it wasn't for the fact that she's infertile. Moros is a freak. OTL
:O omg the Octa Moros!!! Azul would be so volatile,, definitely immensely jealous of his counterpart. Such a hateful creature. >_< I think if any of them has a chance at having darling all for themselves it would likely be one of the twins. Jade's Moros has the patience and the intelligence to play an expert role, which hides the ominous anger bubbling just beneath. Floyd's Moros can appeal to darling's weak emotional state as she grieves the original Floyd...... aaaa but Azul's Moros is much too dangerous. He will throw a tantrum when she refuses to be his!!! Just one of them is bad enough, but if you have all three pining for you.... ;;; good luck,,,
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hiii could you do more of Baby!Seonghwa pls?? I loved it and i canāt stop thinking about it since iāve read it, amazing work btw thanks <3
Medicine
ā„Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader
āÆa/n: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind. i'm back at it with my mommy hwa shenanigans while tweaking with the shells plot line mwahaha
takes place before Baby (you don't have to read to understand but it gives this some extra spice)
ā "I'd burn alive just for the soft light on your face." -Paper Doll, Flower Face
ā«å½”wordcount: 3k
ā”'ļ½„į“ļ½„'ā”(ą²”āøą²”)(ĀÆ Ā³ĀÆ)ā”genre: yandere, angst, hurt & comfort
ą² _ą² warning/content: stockholm syndrome, periods and period blood(non descriptive), everyone is morally grey, non sexual nudity, references to sh and violence(not towards reader), it's fair to say seonghwa is a murderer lol, jongho and baby bff agenda as hinted at in the first part, more exploration of how the members are affected, one mention of sewer slide, mingi needs a hug fr, not proof read
āperm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg
ā©index: little space; a regressed state of mind where one feels like a child. hyung; a name for an older male friend or sibling, used by other males.
MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI
Ā Seonghwa was certain that he could handle anything you threw his way after five months of being his captive in his care.
Ā Ā Ā He knew you well, better than he knew himself most days. Even before he had 'taken you home', he tried to learn everything about you to make the transition easier. Some things though- were impossible to know.
Ā Ā Ā You hadn't gotten your period since before your 'big move', as he called it. He read up on all things womanly to be better prepared so he knew that stress could cause you to skip it. And it did for a long while. Now, though, you were starting to settle in.
Ā Ā Ā He knew they were painful. But nothing prepared him for the heartbreak when he saw you in the state you were in now.
Ā Ā Ā He had just gone downstairs to get the mail, but that was apparently all the time it took for you to lock yourself in the bathroom.
Ā Ā Ā "I don't know what happened, Hyung!" Mingi was just as panicked as Seonghwa at the moment, he felt responsible for whatever was happening behind the locked bathroom door. What if you had gotten into their razors? It would be all his fault... His Hyung trusted him with his Baby and she dashed away before he could even register it.
Ā Ā Ā Everyone saw the shift in you the past few days, moody and hungry and tired. One of the managers even had the nerve to ask if you could be pregnant. As if Hwa would ever let you skip your birth control.
Ā Ā "She just ran off! Everything was fine," Mingi continued as he jiggled the knob relentlessly, slapping his palm on the wood while calling out.
Ā Ā Ā His voice was so loud in Seonghwa's mind. He was so overwhelmed. Scared. Full of rage.
Ā Ā And then they heard the shower turn on.
Ā Ā At least he knew you were alive in there.
Ā Ā "Baby?" He pushed his younger member out of the way and knocked on the door much gentler. "You know you can't take baths alone. Open the door and let me help you."
Ā Ā Ā There was no response.
Ā Ā "Now, Baby."
Ā Ā Only the sound of the water hitting linoleum tiles.
Ā Ā "Don't make me count to three."
Ā Ā Mingi backed up at that. He hated when he counted just as much as you did.
Ā Ā But he didn't have to count, when he heard the tiniest sniff from over the pelting water his body reacted for him. His shoulder came in contact with the door and in the next second he had broken through the frame of the door.
Ā Ā Mingi looked on in shock, eyes fixed on the metal lock on the door which was still stuck out in place. They followed to the doorframe, splintered open. Then they fell to you, curled up naked on the bathroom floor under the raining water. He looked away at that, turning and crouching down to pick up the broken pieces of wood to busy himself until he knew you were okay enough to leave you in Seonghwas care alone.
Ā Ā Ā Seonghwa had kneeled next to you, uncaring as the water soaked the knees on his pants. Even more uncaring as he leaned over your face, blocking the water with the back of his head and soaking the collar of his shirt and his hair. The scorching water dripped from his hair to your face as he cupped it in his hands, inspecting you for any damage on the surface.
"Baby, my baby, what's wrong?" The pain in his voice was just as present as the pain in your face. Wound tight like your eyebrows as you winced.
"H-hurts." Was all you could manage, groaning as he untucked your arms from around you to inspect you further. You were fine on the surface.
"Hyung..." His head snapped back to Mingi, who held out your shorts pinched between his fingers, touching them as little as possible. There was a dark spot on them, red and angry as it stained the pattern.
He looked down slowly, eyes meeting the drain as it sucked up the pink tinted water.
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It took all the convincing in the world from Seonghwas part that for you to remember that you weren't dying. That this happened to big girls every month. Eventually he managed to dry you off after letting the water sooth you for a while and set you up with a pad from the box he's had under the sink since he brought you home.
But then again, some things he couldn't have been prepared for. You told him your periods weren't just painful, they were debilitating. He wished he would have asked you before hand to be more prepared- but now he knows better for next time!
He set you up on the couch with a sock full of uncooked rice that he'd heated up placed on your stomach while he did frantic research on his phone. He peeked back and when he saw you were fast asleep, tuckered out from fighting the pain, he made a beeline downstairs- not even bothering to wait for the elevator and essentially jumping down the stairs.
Ā Ā Ā He barged right into Yunho and Yeosangs dorm, making a mental note to scold them for not locking the door later on. But for now he was on a mission for his baby.
Ā Ā "Hello, Yeosang," he greeted briefly as he barged into the room as well, going straight to his shelf of supplements and vitamins. He could only stare dumbfounded as he scooped up what he needed and left. "Bye, Yeosang."
"Hello, Yunho." He spoke as he passed him in their kitchen. He raided the pantry and left with a simple, "Bye, Yunho." The both of them looked on in confusion as their Hyung left the dorm, not bothering to even shut the door.
Ā Ā Ā "Yah, that's ours!"
Ā Ā Yunhos yell when unheard -or rather uncared for- as he was out the door just as fast as he came, desperately rushing down the hall as they looked on.
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That was how everyone ended up in the top story dorm, watching in confusion and anxiety as Seonghwa sat down his stolen goods on the coffee table infront of the couch, careful not to wake you. He went to walk off, and Wooyoung opened his mouth, "is she o-"
Ā Ā Ā "Shh!" The eldest shushed harshly, shutting him up as he sped walked away.
Ā Ā Ā "Hey, thats mine!" Another victim of Seonghwas thievery followed his Hyung with a sleepy grimace, blinking confusedly at the scene in the living room.
They had all seen some strange behavior from their eldest member, especially through the past nine months that lead up to this. The day you met was like a switch flipped in his imbalanced mind.
They hated you for that. Or rather, hated the idea of you. Every one of their moral compasses was spun in a complete three sixty when their Hyung kidnapped you those five months ago. He wasn't the same. For the good or bad, you changed Seonghwas live, all of their lives-
For bad, you had been the reason that Hongjoong had to pick dirt from under his nails after covering up one of his best friends sins. You were the reason Mingi had to take a three week hiatus to cover recover from the bruises from when he made eye contact with you. You were the reason that a quarter of their staff had to be paid off when the word spread, just to keep everything from going public.
But then- you were the reason that Seonghwa had started smiling again. The reason he tossed his blades into the river. You were the inspiration to eight different songs in only these few months, one of which was a major break through for them. Your childlike attitude beamed through the apartments.
You brought a certain light to their lives, one that was emitted from the fires of Hell.
They promised themselves they'd be indifferent to you, to not get involved as much as possible for the sake of their own sanity and morals. And yet, here they are.
Gathered in the living room with heavy hearts as they looked over you, silently begging for Seonghwa or Mingi to tell them what was wrong with you.
"Hyung..." Jongho spoke as softly as he could, his eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way you held yourself like you wanted to disappear. "What did you do to her?"
He, out of everyone, was most worried.
He hated this situation just as much as the others. Hell, he was still fighting himself every day to turn his Hyung in- even if their entire worlds would come crashing down. Because he hated to see you in pain. An innocent person suffering because he was too cowardly.
You were attached to the hip the second that Seonghwa let you out of his room. You dashed for the scariest looking member... because he was less scary than the man who snatched you up, who you thought you could trust. You hid behind his arms as everyone else looked on, simply staring in the disbelief of what their once trusted and kind member had done.
Hongjoong was in the same boat, just as troubled as Jongho was with the entirety of what had become their lives. He prided himself in the fact that he was a good person, through and through. He did good deeds when no body was looking, simply because it spread good feelings. All he ever wanted to put in the world was positivity. But when he saw the tears that his best friend caused, his heart made him simply look the other way. You didn't like Hongjoong much. His picture in Seonghwas room taunted you, made you resent him for being so obviously close to the source of all your pain. But he didn't treat you any different for it.
"Park Seonghwa, you promised you wouldn't hurt her like that," Hongjoong sneered through his teeth, ready to grab his only Hyung by the ear when he heard a small grumble from the couch.
You blinked. Once, twice.
And then you broke into a waterfall of hot tears.
"Hey, Baby it's okay," Seonghwa tried to soothe you, only to be pushed flat away from you as Jongho came and took his seat infront of the couch where you were situated.
"Hi, little bear," he cooed, taking you into his arms immediately when you weakly opened yours. He moved slowly as he sat on the couch with you in his lap, but slowly wasn't slow enough to stop the aches from pulsing through your veins on what felt like a molecular level.
It was Wooyoungs turn now to feel brave and stand up to Hwa- well, stand over him as he watched his baby with tears of his own welling up. "She's never cried this hard, what did you do?"
"Baby-"
He was pushed back down as he reached for you, a begging pout on his lips as Yeosang held him down by his shoulders.
He didn't know what had changed in his members but he knew it was shit timing. You needed comfort and calm, not to see your caregiver held down and restrained from you.
A pink sock hit Yeosangs head and he looked up with soft shock written on his features as he met your eyes. You immediately looked down, you still weren't allowed to look them in the eyes and you most definitely didn't want a punishment ontop of natures own. "Don't hurt my Mommy..."
"Honey, did your Mommy do this to you?" Yunho asked as he bent to your level.
You simply shook your head. Were they really fighting over your well-being? Why didn't they do that months ago when this whole fiasco started? You blinked away the thought as another teeth gritting cramp hit you. You hid in Jonghos sweater, trying to quiet down your sobs.
It wasn't all for naught though, as you could hear Mingi finally speaking up when he returned from the kitchen, a baby bottle of juice in hand that he sat down with Seonghwas thieved goodies. "She got her period..." Some of them immediately started cooing over you, and while you couldn't tell who with your head trying to burrow its way into Jongho to hide, it still made your ears feel hot with embarrassment.
"Oh, poor baby," San was the first one to speak, plugging in the heating pad he was robbed of minutes early with zero hesitation, gently draping it over your lower back.
"Get off me," Seonghwa finally snapped and pushed Yeosang and Wooyoung away, crawling on his knees to the couch. "Baby, I've got some stuff to help you but you'll have to come off Jongho, okay?"
You had a hint of defiance in your pain filled eyes as you peeked from the plush sweater you were hidden in. "No, big bear," you put on the cutes and hugged Jonghos neck tighter.
"I know big bear is comfortable," he bit his tongue as he looked at the way you so willingly curled into his youngest members lap for comfort that he should be providing, "but give me five minutes, I need to take care of you."
"Come on, little bear," Jongho sat up as careful as possible, ignoring the tug on his heart as you whined. He cared for you, of course. But he feared Seonghwa more.
Wooyoung couldn't bear to watch anymore, taking San's hand and disappearing down the hall. He used to look up to Seonghwa, now he could barely look in his eyes.
Mingi followed their lead, he wanted to be strong and comfort you, but he simply couldn't handle another second of seeing you reduced to tears. He'd never watch you cry again. His heart couldn't take it. Maybe that made him a coward of a man, but he didn't care at the moment.
That left Hongjoong sat across the coffee table with Yunho, Yeosang lowering himself into the armchair, and Seonghwa on his knees infront of you as you clung to Jonghos neck.
Ā Ā "Good..." He was certain there was blood filling his mouth from the way he bit down on his tongue. "I didn't want to leave you so these will do for now until I order your own, right?" It was rhetorical-was it? It's not like you had a choice in the matter. But he was so kind that it made your brain foggy. Like he really cared of your opinion for a moment.
Ā Ā "Magnesium, zinc, and vitamin d," he explained as he took one from each of the bottles. "More vitamin d," he sat the bottle of juice next to your legs. "And comfort," he drug the basket of sweets that he used as rewards for good behavior to the edge of the table and let you take a peek, seeing the new and unfamiliar chocolates on top.
Intrigued by the fancy looking wrapper, you reached out. Seonghwa only put the medicine in your hand. "Medicine first, Baby. Then you can have all you want from the basket."
Seonghwa was a lot of things but he wasn't a liar, never to you.
So, you sucked it up and took the medicine.
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Later that night, everyone besides Hongjoong and Jongho had returned home (save for the three that actually lived in the apartment with you). Mingi didn't exit his room, not even for dinner. San came and joined movie night after Wooyoung left.
The movie long ended, leaving everyone in the room dead asleep besides Seonghwa. How could he sleep at a moment like this? His Baby could wake up at any moment and need him.
So, he just sat and watched over the most important people in his life. His best friend, laid on the couch with his head on the opposite end as you, curled into a ball with nothing but a stuffed monkey to keep him company. His youngest member, laid on the floor with a pillow to his chest. And San, he was-
"Hyung?"
He was awake. Seonghwa perked up a bit, blinking away that familiar look in his eyes before he turned to the armchair where San was draped in a strange position. "Hyung, you should go to sleep..."
Both their eyes drifted to you, sound asleep. He'd either have to curl up behind you on the couch with Hongjoong or move you to your shared bed.
"You know..." San sighed, almost silently. "I hate you for what you did to her. For what got us here. But I would be lying if I said you didnt take good care of her. You love her, don't you?"
"I love her more than life." It was a declaration that was as easy as breathing. Though he'd never said it out loud to anyone other than you. Until now. Seeing you like that... "I love her. I never want her to be in pain like that, you don't understand, San. I was ready to kill myself if she was dying."
"Don't be ridiculous-"
"I'm serious."
The look in his eyes told him he was was. He would never joke when it came to you. He was always dead serious. He would rather not be in this world at all than be in it without you. "I know you don't understand, I'm not asking you to. But I had to do what I did. I had to do it. I had to."
"I know." And he did. San knew that, by all means Seonghwa didn't have to do what he did. He didn't have to kidnap you and keep you imprisoned in their dorm and buy people off to keep their mouth shut. But Seonghwa thought that he did. His mind had convinced him, and there was no turning back.
That first night, when they found you tied to his bed, that was all he could say. I had to. I had to. I had to. With his head tucked between his knees like a scolded child defending themselves- although everyone was too shell shocked to even say a word until Wooyoung broke the silence with a simple, 'what the fuck.' I had to. I had to. I had to.
"Do you?"
San licked his lips, took a deep breath, and rolled around to face the back of the arm chair. "I know you, Park Seonghwa. And you did what you believed was necessary. I can never agree with your reasoning... but I'll never fight you on it. Take your baby and go to bed. We're all tired."
Seonghwa couldn't see them, but there was fat tears rolling down San's face. He hadnt cried over this. But something had finally faded away and let him. He never referred to you as that. He liked to think you'd enjoy being separate from the life that Seonghwa had built for you. Not that you could notice most of the time, forced so deep into little space that your head felt light and fluffy like a bag of cotton candy.
Ā Ā He must have finally come to terms with the fact that this was reality.
Ā Ā Ā "C'mon, baby girl," he heard him whisper, followed by a small groan as you were picked up. He waited until he heard Seonghwas door click. And he let all his tears free fall.
Ā Ā Seonghwa set your tired form down on your side of the bed, crawling in after you while trying to push away that itch in his brain that was screaming that he forgot your nightly routine. He tucked that little voice away and settled in bed, bringing the soft comforter over you both and melting into his pillow with a sigh.
Ā Ā He gathered you close as gently as possible and rubbed your back, staring up at the ceiling and listening closely to your breathes as they evened out to quiet snores.
Ā Ā Ā A smile played at his lips.
Ā Ā For a moment he felt like everything would be okay. You had your medicine-
He felt you curl closer to his warmth, and he brought his finger tips up to brush your loose hairs back with a tenderness reserved only for you.
-And he had his.
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Mwahaha, the requests are open? The perfect time to request a Geshu Lin x kidnapped reader rescue fic, I'm a huge fan of fluff and angst, and I've been a die hard Geshu Lin fan ever since I first saw him in the story, if you could write an angst/fluff story where the pregnant female reader gets kidnapped by the Exiled's/Tacet Discords and Geshu Lin goes to rescue them that would make my whole year, so far there's been a lot of smut/romance related stories involving Geshu Lin, but I haven't found any good angst stories. I think it would be pretty neat to see Geshu Lin raise hell, because we know for a fact that he would set the battle field ablaze and tear down anything that got in the way of rescuing his lover. It would be neat if the reader got critically injured before Geshu Lin could rescue them, because seeing a more vulnerable/concerned side of Geshu Lin would make the story that much better. I have a headcanon that Geshu Lin is the type to go feral/get really possesive when his lover is wounded/deeply upset. You definitely don't want to be the one at the receiving end of his broadsword.
Another Geshu Lin fan, welcome aboard! Haha, I've noticed there's little angst for this man.
I'm writing a one-shot about Jiyan and have another pending angst one about Geshu Lin, but after i publish the one about Jiyan, i'll write for you request. I'm not sure if i can write about a pregnant reader; it's uncomfortable for me to describe those kinds of situations but i'll try.
I'm a firm believer that if this man falls in love, he would fall much harder and be very possessive.
#herxria#I really am a simp for geshu lin#wuwa geshu lin#geshu lin x reader#geshu lin angst#wuthering waves#wuthering waves x reader#wuwa x reader
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Tom and Jerry
school clown!Hoshi x top student!reader
Synopsis: After crossing the rubicon with your annoying classmate Hoshi "relationship" between the two of you improved. However you bump heads once more at Mingyu's game night party
Warnings: plot with smut, enemies to lovers, high IQ (f.) x low IQ (m.), slight angst, Mafia game at Mingyu's house, classmates, semi-public, banter, dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), brief mentions of other members, crack, Hoshi acting cray during the game, (no questionable fashion choices mentioned)
WC: 1.2K
Status: part 2 (ongoing), read part 1 here
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Why should it be awkward after fucking your arch nemesis? Well, isn't that what all the books and movies want us to believe?
- The female lead got into dragged out moral battle with herself after giving in to the detestable male lead.. Making audience yawn. Questioning if this is who she really is, questioning God's intentions - ultimately running away never to return again. Revolutionary.
In reality things didn't have to be so black or white. There was no need to go thru the emotional rollercoaster of blaming it on your childhood trauma or turning it into religious guilt. Ultimately, we were put on this Earth to have fun. Why beat ourselves up for doing something that we actually enjoyed?
Living in the grey area had its perks.
Improved relationship with your desk-mate Hoshi was one of them. The steamy encounter in locker room visibly dissolving tension between two rivals.
You were in higher spirits than usual.
Well that was fun, didn't think he had it in him. Why was I acting like a bitch before? Guess I just needed the attitude fucked out of me. Kekekekekek
"What are you scheming down there, hm?" walking in Soonyoung saw you hunched over the desk cackling like an anime villain planning to take over the world.
"Wouldn't you like to know." pushing up non existent glasses reflecting the light for dramatic effect.
"I would love to know." towering over you
"Pfff, you wouldn't understand even if I told you!!" springing up the chair, sticking your tongue out at him
"See you at the game tonight~"you spiralled out the classroom in a way that resembled category 5 hurricane. Leaving Hoshi flabbergasted.
"Wasn't I supposed to be the crazy one?" rubbing his chin in disbelief, your wicked laugh echoed thru the halls
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And exactly what game were you talking about?
Of course the quarterly Mafia get-together. You've been told that everybody gathers up in class president Mingyu's house once every three months. It's your first time attending.
Please, please, please give me a role! I can't stand being a boring citizen - eyes shut, you prayed as the host passed behind you. Tapping you on the shoulder.
"The mafia has been chosen."
silence
"The police officer has been chosen."
silence
"The doctor has been chosen."
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You killed the doctor first. Something in Seungkwan's proud eyes gave him away. He liked to play the saviour and once again it got the best of him.
"Why am I always the one getting killed first?? Why do you hate me soo much" pouting, hands crossed on the chest
"That's what happens when people had enough of your shit. Bang, bang, bang!" Hoshi collapsed in front of Kwan, seemingly coughing up blood "better keep your head down next time.." clinging to Boo's ankle before theatrically releasing his final breath. Freezing on the floor.
"You! Shut the hell up!" kicking his foot, trying to free himself from Hoshi's iron claw
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Citizens were dropping like flies. Only making the sinister look in your eyes grow bigger and bigger.
And so did Hoshi's craziness.
"it's MINGYU, HE'S THE MAFIA!!!" pointing at Mingyu, shivering in the corner, probably questioning why he invited this madman in the first place. He was voted off.
"Everyone, WAIT JUST LISTEN TO ME...!" human sized worm was now wriggling in Joshua's direction
With every nonsense spat from Hoshi's mouth, you could feel your braincells dying.
"MWAHAHA, YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN'T NOTICE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES, CHAN?? CAN'T FOOL ME!!!" backflipping to the opposite side of the room, attacking the youngest
Idiot. Can't fool you now, huh? We'll see 'bout that.
"What a big mouth you have over there, Kwon," raising to your feet, cackle of devil ready to deliver divine retributions "would be a shame if someone shut IT." you shot your thumb down making all the remaining civilians vote in unity. Crowd vailing.
Heh, so this is how it feels to be a roman emperor - sentencing slaves to their death for entertainment of the colosseum.
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Not long after you were the sole survivor
"Mafia WON! Standing ovation for the lady!" clap clap clap host crowning you MVP of the game.
"Thank you, couldn't done it without you." palpable wink in direction of the fuming hamster, now seeking comfort between Mingyu's humongous man-titties. Once enemies now reunited in shared hardship
Misery loves company, doesn't it? Chuckling to yourself
Hoshi Kwon (19) left the mortal world behind right then and there - figuratively speaking of course. Utterly humiliated by you, again. He was supposed to SHINE! He was supposed to find the mafia! Finally got a role of policeman but every guess that he made tonight was incorrect
"You win. For now." darkness possessing his amicable face
Familiar knot taking shape in your stomach
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DU! DU! DU!
Heavy knocks on the bathroom door
"Just a moment!" drying your hands
DU! DU! DU! DU! DU!
"Hey! I said I am coming..!" swinging the door open
"Oh? I wondered when you'd show up." smirk looming up your lips as Hoshi shoved you back inside
"Smart girl. Wanted to see me that badly?" there was nothing sweet about the way he closed the door shut
"At least one of us," shooting back "are you here to serve your sentence?" tracing finger on his lips
"Didn't you say somebody should shut my mouth? Then, sit on it."
Ah and there it was the residual craziness clouding his judgement. Ain't gonna argue with a dude that has big brown eyes. Whatever you say, beautiful.
You weren't wet yet but it wasn't hard to guess that in exactly two minutes you will be
"Hahah- what?" you were just joking, didn't expect to actually do it here. At house party? Is there a clichƩ more american? Neither of you were an american but you'd rather be caught dead than doing something so mainstream.
"Did I stutter? You always talk a big game in public but I want to see how brave you are now." hot breath already caught between your thighs, hungry kisses biting at your soft flesh making you whine. Guess they didn't call him tiger for nothing
"We are in Minguy's bathroom.." voice disappearing into thin air the moment his starving mouth made contact with your, now wet, private area
"And? didn't seem to mind the locker room last time" Hoshi's swirling tongue rolling over THE spot of your clit
"s-shut up, you idi- OOOOH" a cry hardly appropriate for friendly game night. The sensation making you drunk on his expert movements.
"Oh? I didn't know top students had such a dirty mouth" working harder and more relentlessly than before, the train of needy moans couldn't be stopped anymore.
And there you were. Once again with a good for nothing dude between your legs. Making you feel things nobody before him managed. How does he know exactly what you liked? Was it the environment? First the locker room now friend's house...A combination perhaps?
Taste of forbidden fruit is not easily forgotten,
but who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers trope?
To be continued
#seventeen smut#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#hoshi x reader#kwon soonyoung#hoshi smut#svt fanfic#svt x reader#enemies to lovers#my fanfictions#i am having so much fun writing this#they say ff is good for therapy#seventeen headcanons#hoshi x you
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modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader
series summary:Ā Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.
warnings:Ā 18+Ā cussing,Ā m!masturbation,Ā dirty talk, flirting, self-doubt, misunderstandings, mutual pining, angst, strangers to friends to lovers word count:Ā 5,2k
an: the penultimate chapter!! i'm sorry for... the ending mwahaha, i love pain y'all know that. anyway i hope you like it as always, pls let me know. don't forget to reblog babes! <3
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Eddie's in New York. He loves this city, the one that never sleeps. It's so different from Hawkins. New York is fast paced, bustling crowds full of people rushing to wherever they were going. Eddie feels like he blends in, no one pays attention to him because they don't have the time typically. The past two weeks have been quick, time is flying by with the end of the year in sight. Eddie's been busy too. Besides his usual routine of touring, he's been silently seeking new management. He's had a couple meetings with potential new managers, under the radar of course. They were both successful, he'd say. But there was one woman who he really liked. She was a bit older, in her 40s maybe, but she was smart, experienced and compassionate when Eddie talked about his professional struggles with his current team. She kind of reminded him of his mom, too...
The two shows they have in Madison Square Garden start tomorrow and to be honest, he feels bittersweet about it. This is literally his dream coming true, both shows have been nearly sold out too. While he's extremely grateful to be playing at one of the biggest stages, he feels guilt and shame, it's been gnawing his stomach the moment they arrived in the city last night. He didn't get much sleep over it, either, and he gave up trying when the sun first peeked out from the horizon.
It's only a little after 7am, when he takes a walk through the concrete jungle, walking past the Garden with the Empire State Building looming behind it. He's in comfortable clothes - light blue jeans, ripped at the left knee and right thigh, a simple grey hoodie pulled over his head, with his hair in a low bun underneath and his signature jean vest pulled on top, rocking a pair of white high top sneakers on his feet. And since it was early morning and he wasn't in work mode yet, he had his glasses on. Round shaped with thick, clear rims. From his left pocket, he pulls out his phone and finally dials the number he's been avoiding like the plague.
''Eddie? Is that you, son?'' Wayne's voice shoots out after a couple of rings.
''Yeah, it's me.'' Eddie sighs, thankful he was outside as he could already feel his chest tightening. ''Before you say anything, j-just let me explain, please.''
Wayne doesn't say anything and Eddie takes a deep breath before letting go, ''I've been stupid and selfish. I've let other people control me and my life for so long now, when I should've been the one in charge. I thought I knew what I was doing, but I trusted the wrong people. I pushed you away because you were the only sensible thing I had left and I didn't want you to see the loser I had become. Unbeknownst to them, someone has helped me see the things a bit more clearly. I'm still figuring some stuff out, but I just wanted you to know that I'm really fucking sorry and I miss you.''
He feels like a ton has been lifted off his shoulders. Eddie sniffs and clears his throat. It takes Wayne a minute to process, so he just keeps walking in silence.
''First of all, you're not stupid. You're young and making mistakes is part of growing up. Now I would have appreciated if you had figured things out sooner, but I'm glad you did. I didn't want to push too much, I knew you needed to fight your way out of this yourself. I've been keeping tabs on you, some kids showed me the way around a computer.'' Wayne chuckles and it makes Eddie huff along, too. ''I miss you too, son. You're the furthest thing from a failure, Ed, and I'm very proud of you. You're a brilliant young man, I need you to remember that.''
Eddie swallows thickly, fixing his glasses. ''You're the one I look up to, so whatever I may be - it all came from you.''
''Oh, I don't know about any of that,'' his uncle drawls, ''you were always independent, looked out for yourself. I was just there when you needed me.''
''I always need you. I'm in New York right now, we're playing the Garden... Like I always wanted,'' Eddie says, his voice getting quieter.
''What's the matter then? You don't sound too happy about it.''
''No, I am,'' Eddie defended, ''It's just weird without you here, I guess I always pictured it differently. I was thinking - maybe I could fly you out for a show?''
''I'd like that. Not tomorrow though, I'm working,'' Wayne replied and Eddie smiled to himself, blinking away the (happy) tears that threatened to fall.
''That's fine, the day after tomorrow then? It's two shows.''
''Sounds like a plan.''
''Shit, okay. Let me work out some details and I'll text you later?''
''That's fine, Ed. Listen, I'm thrilled that you called but duty calls. I have used up all of my smoke break minutes for today,'' Wayne joked.
''Yeah, okay.'' Eddie chuckled. ''I'll see you in two days, then.''
''Two days,'' his uncle confirmed.
They said their goodbyes and Eddie hung up, unable to process what just happened. He mentally kicked himself for not doing this sooner, he would have felt a lot better a long time ago. With a lot more prep in his step, Eddie googled the nearest coffee shop. He needed the caffeine for today and his stomach was grumbling, he left the hotel way before breakfast was served. After following the instructions his phone told him, he arrived in front of a corner shop with. He stood in front of it, hesitating. Is this were you worked at? What would he do if you did? He could already see a girl behind the counter - was that you? He had no idea what you looked like. Would he recognize you by just your voice? Only one way to find out.
He pulled the door open and stepped inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread hitting him in a wave.
''Good morning,'' the girl behind the counter cheered. She sounded similar, sure, but he couldn't tell 100%.
''Uh, hi.'' Eddie stepped closer to the counter, pretending to look around.
''What can I get- oh, it's you.'' the girl gasped and Eddie froze. ''You're Eddie, right?'' she whispered.
Oh shit, was this it? Was it you? He didn't feel like it was you. He had a special feeling whenever he talked to you, which you two had been doing almost every day now. He had started feeling shitty about not coming clean about who he was, you had opened up so much already, when he had only given you crumbs. You didn't seem to mind though, or if you did you didn't show it.
''Yeah..'' Eddie blinked, playing with his glasses, his hands shaking a little bit.
''Wow, you're really cool. I saw you and your band live a few weeks ago. You're great!'' she said coolly, a polite smile on her face.
Eddie smile back politely, hiding his disappointment. It wasn't you, obviously. He was stupid to think he'd find you at the very first coffee shop he set his foot in. ''Oh, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.''
''Yeah, I have to admit I wasn't a fan before, but my girlfriend dragged me along. Anyway, I actually really liked it, so...''
''Hey, that's cool. Anyway,'' he cleared his throat, ''you got any good coffee?''
''Oh, for sure. Here or to go? What kind of coffee would you like?''
Eddie gave his order and she typed away on her screen. Black coffee, medium size, two sugars, to go. His empty stomach also didn't go unnoticed. ''Got any pastry recommendations?''
''Sweet or savoury?'' the girl asked, sliding his cup towards him on the counter, topping it with a lid.
''I'm not sure. Sweet maybe?'' Eddie cocked his head, looking at the display of shiny golden bread in front of him.
''I'd recommend the chocolate croissant or the almond buttercream eclair. The croissant is our most popular one, but the eclair is my friends favorite.''
''I'll go with the eclair then,'' he decided, pulling out his wallet and digging for some cash.
The girl packed his pastry in a box and placed it on the counter next to his coffee. Eddie threw her a twenty, even though his bill was 11 dollars. ''Keep the change. You've been most helpful...''
''Robin,'' she finished.
''Robin, thank you. Hope to see you at another show!''
Eddie walked the long way back to the hotel, sipping his coffee and munching on his eclair. Both of which were incredible, by the way. He figured he'd go back if he had the time. When he got back to his room, he had finished the food and took the last sip of coffee, throwing it in the empty basket under the desk.
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You were out of the city, in Brooklyn, near Brighton Beach where your parents lived. You had taken four days off work to come dog sit your parents dog while they went on a 3-night spa getaway. You were walking Dolly, your parents' 4 year old French bulldog, through the all familiar streets of where you grew up. There was a farmers' market in town, so you headed there, Dolly leading the way. You picked up vegetables for a soup you were making later, some herbs and a whole bag of kiwis.
Making your way back to your parents' house, your mind drifted to where it always was these days, Eddie. You'd been speaking for a while now, and there was an itch at the back of your mind. You were holding back the urge to google him. It was natural, you though, you could then easily put a face to the voice you had been speaking with. Any normal person would hop straight on the internet when they find out they're talking to a celebrity, right?
You didn't want to be that girl, but you did wonder what kind of relationship you had with him. It's been what, like a month, you went from complete strangers to friends, to him coaxing you to an orgasm over the phone, to... what? You couldn't call him just a friend anymore, it felt more than that. Friends don't have phone sex, either. You had feelings for him, romantic ones. They were simmering, like hot soup under a lid. You didn't want to bring it up first too, asking the age old question - what are we? That would scare him off for sure.
You got back to the house just before it started drizzling rain. You removed your coat, hat and gloves then cleaned Dolly up and let her roam the house. You grabbed your purchases and made your way to the kitchen, where your phone was charging on the island. You saw that you had a message from Robin, multiple messages actually. You grabbed the device and unlocked it, swiping through her messages.
11.52am - Robin ''OMG you have no idea who I met this morning!''
11.52am - Robin ''I would call you but we're so busy today, I'm literally peeing right now so I could text you.''
11.52am - Robin ''EDDIE MUNSON was here, I can't believe it. I texted Cherry too, she's been here since 8am. Said she's gonna be here all day in the off chance he comes back. She wants a pic.''
11.52am - Robin ''Anyway, he's from that band we saw about a month ago. Really sexy up close!!''
You blinked, staring at the screen. You were only focused on two words, a name really. Eddie Munson... From a band. A musician, then. Your heart thumped in your chest. Was it him? You didn't really believe in silly coincidences. Finally breaking, you quickly pulled up the search bar and googled the name. A ton of pictures, videos, news articles popped up. You only intended on looking at pictures, you didn't mean to look at the news articles. But once you started, you fell down the rabbit hole, unable to get out.
Corroded Coffin star Eddie Munson seen leaving restaurant with Victoria's Secret model.
'Eddie Munson snorted coke off my ass' ex-girlfriend Madeline claims!
Corroded Coffin frontman leaving band? Manager denies claim!
You read through multiple articles, all accompanied with pictures of him. A woman next to him in every photo, tall, skinny, perfect skin. You didn't concentrate too much on the women, otherwise you'd only hurt your own feelings. You looked at him, marveling at different angles taken of him on stage, his long wild hair flipping in the air.
''Oh shit,'' you gasped as you remembered a few weeks ago, when he first called you. You had walked by a poster of him without even knowing who it was. But looking at the pictures on your phone, you knew it was your Eddie. You felt it in your bones.
You went to Youtube and searched his name there too. You noticed a late night interview he had done, uploaded just last week. You clicked on it and watched the whole thing. You felt strange watching him like this. He wasn't just some faceless fantasy you had developed feelings for, he was real. He talked animatedly with the host, talking about their tour.
''Yeah, we're super excited. Very grateful to be playing Madison Square Garden next week, two shows. It's wild.''
Madison Square Garden? New York? Next week - this week, then? This was the first time you were hearing about any of this. It was already the middle of the week. You went to Instagram, searched up Corroded Coffins account (surprisingly, you didn't find Eddie's personal account) and clicked on it. There was a new picture uploaded, just an hour ago. Eddie was standing in front of the arena's entrance, his back facing the camera. And there he was, in your city, without telling you.
You took a deep breath. It's fine, it's only the afternoon. He's probably busy. You followed the account and looked through their stories. There was a reposted story of someone else's, it was a picture of a girl holding two tickets. What caught you off guard, however, was the caption of the photo.
''Thanks for the VIP tickets Eddie! Can't wait to see you tonight!!''
Then you noticed the girl's username and it seemed familiar. It clicked to you that it was the same Madeline you read about earlier, his ex then.
Your stomach dropped. He hasn't mentioned anything to you about being in New York, but invites his ex to go see him, probably backstage too. God knows if they were even broken up, you certainly wouldn't know. You felt betrayed, stupid for not being cautious enough. You believed every word he had said, never having a reason to doubt he might be lying about anything. Were you just some distraction for him? Was he just pulling you along because he was bored? Maybe this is why he was hesitant to reveal who he was, maybe he was scared you would find out who he was and catch on to him.
Just as you felt tears of frustration pool in your eyes, he texted you, almost like he could sense something was wrong.
13.01pm - Eddie ''Hey Kiwi girl, how are you? Miss you!''
Frustrated that he could still make your stomach turn upside down, you called Robin instead.
''Hey babe, called at just the right time, I just went on lunch. It's a madhouse today. Did you see what I texted you by the way?'' Robin rambled on the other side.
''Yeah.. I know him.''
''What? No, you don't. You don't listen to that kind of music.''
''Rob, I know him. He's the guy I've been texting,'' you admitted.
''What?!'' she shrieked. ''When? How?''
You sighed, dropping onto the living room couch, bringing your legs underneath you. ''I just found out myself. He told me his name was Eddie and that he was a musician but that's all I knew. I just put the pieces together when you texted.''
''That's insane!'' Robin replied, her words muffled as she was crunching on something. ''Are you going to meet him, then? Are they playing a show?''
''Yeah, tomorrow. He didn't even tell me he was coming, though...''
''Really? That's strange. I thought you said you liked him.''
''Yeah, I do! I don't think he feels the same,'' you swallowed the lump in your throat. ''I found out he sent his ex some tickets though.''
''No fucking way,'' your best friend noted.
''Way.''
''Maybe it's all just a misunderstanding,'' she offered tenderly.
''Pff, or maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe I was an idiot, like always.''
''Hey! You are not an idiot. If everything you said is true then he is a scumbag and I'm on your side, always. I can let Cherry know, too. She'll probably pepper spray him the next time she sees him.''
''I don't condone that, but thanks,'' you chuckled, picking at the woolly fabric of the armrest.
''What if you just asked him about it?''
''I don't know,'' you dragged out the words, letting Dolly hop on the couch and snuggle up to you. ''What makes you think he'd tell the truth?''
''Would he have a reason to lie?'' she asked.
''No? I'm not sure.''
''See - that's why you have to find out! You don't even know what's going on but you're already jumping to conclusions. That's not fair to him either.''
''Why do you always have to make so much sense?'' you sighed, feeling guilty that you had assumed things too quickly. Maybe she was right, Eddie had mentioned things being written about him in the tabloids. Most of the times, the media grasps onto any straw they can, whether it be true or false. You couldn't allow yourself to fall into that trap. ''So I just tell him I figured out who he is?''
''Might as well. How long can you guys keep this anonymity up, anyway.''
''That's true,'' you quipped, deep in thought. ''What did he order today, by the way?''
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Eddie was nervous. He sent you that text five hours ago and you had yet to reply. You hadn't even opened it. It's unusual for you to not reply for this long, Eddie was starting to get worried. Had something happened to you? He's been trying to buy plane tickets for Wayne for about an hour now, without luck as he keeps getting distracted. He decided to take a break when he typed in his email address incorrectly, three times. He had a list of things he was supposed to get done today, but so far he had managed to do nothing. He needed to pick out an outfit for tomorrow's show, he had to ask someone to get him a new pair of contacts because he lost his, get tickets for Wayne obviously.
Just as he was about to send you another text, you called him. He picked up instantly.
''Y/N, hey. I was getting worried.''
''Sorry, I was... I was actually ignoring you.''
Confused, Eddie sat up straighter. ''Why? Did I do something wrong, did I say something to upset you?''
''No, it's actually what you didn't do,'' you sing-songed in response. ''Enjoy that eclair today, Eddie?''
Time stilled, the Earth ceased rotating, Eddie stopped breathing. ''H-how do you know about that?''
''My best friend Robin told me,'' you said matter-of-factly. Eddie almost dropped his phone. This wasn't happening. Robin? Rob!? He couldn't believe he didn't put two and two together this morning, even as it was staring at him right in the face. He was there, where you worked. He talked to your best friend. Eddie felt like he was in that movie The Lakehouse, where the two characters were at the same place, but at a different time.
''You didn't tell me you were playing at the Garden tomorrow,'' you teased him but he could also hear the note of sadness.
''I'm sorry,'' he blurted out, ''I meant to tell you, I swear! It's just... You're so good and I didn't think you would be interested in me, apart from this,'' he gestured to the phone as if somehow you could see it, but you still seemed to catch on.
''Oh, Eddie. That's not true. Look, I can't lie to you. I did google you after Robin called me and said that the famous Eddie Munson came by.''
Not gonna lie, his full name sounded heavenly coming from you. He was relieved, mostly, that now you knew everything. He didn't have to hold back anymore.
''And I saw some things, for sure. Did you really snort cocaine off of someone's ass?''
''Oh my fucking God,'' he groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. ''That is the worst rumor I've ever heard about myself. I definitely didn't, you can trust me on that.''
''Okay,'' you giggled and Eddie felt lighter already. ''But, um, would you like to meet, then? It's okay if you don't, there's-''
''Yes.''
''Oh, okay, good,'' now you were the one who sounded nervous, breathing uneven into the microphone.
''Can you come to the show tomorrow? I'd see you right fucking now if I could, but today won't work out for me. I can put your name on a list, you just say it at the door and they'll let you in.''
''Yeah, I can do that.''
He smiled, biting his bottom lip. ''Can't wait, sweetheart.''
''If you think you're off the hook that easy, Eddie Munson, think again.''
Wiped that smile right off his face.
''What are you doing right now?'' you asked.
''Uh, nothing, just at my hotel room.''
''Good, can you lay down on the bed for me, pretty boy?''
Shit.
Eddie followed your command and laid down, resting his head against the soft pillows, his legs splayed wide on the bed.
''Now I want you to take out your cock and stroke it 'til it's hard,'' you instructed, voice smooth as honey. ''I saw pictures of you, you're real pretty, Eds.''
Eddie whimpered at the compliment, his cheeks flushing. He switched his phone so he could push his sweatpants down, just enough so he could free his already half hard member. Spitting in his hand, he wrapped his fist around himself, pulling on it slowly, smearing his spit all over the head.
''Such a good boy, I can already hear it. Does that feel good?''
''Y-yeah,'' Eddie's hips bucked as he ran his fist up and down, gripping tightly at the base and then running back up again, brushing his thumb over the slit, pre-cum dripping.
''Keep going, tell me how good it feels.''
''So good,'' his chest heaving, bolts of pleasure shooting up his veins, he continued to pump himself. ''Wish it was your hand instead, o-or your mouth or pussy, fuck.''
''What about my ass, Eddie? Would you fuck my asshole too if I asked?''
''Jesusss...''
''Tell me when you're close,'' you moaned out, just to stir him on.
''I'm about two seconds away from busting.''
''Stop!'' you barked.
''What? What happened?''
''Oh, you don't get to cum. Take that as your punishment,'' your evil laugh ranged through the phone.
''Fuck, you're mean,'' he groaned, fisting the sheets below him to stop himself from going back to his cock. ''I hope this isn't too forward, but I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow.''
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The day is here, finally you would meet Eddie. This whole thing has been fast, you admit, it's only been a month or so. Somehow that didn't scare you, like you thought it might. You were buzzing with excitement, even a little nauseous. You were a little anxious as well, it always made your tummy sensitive, so you had a small breakfast that morning.
Robin had agreed to come watch Dolly while you were away, probably dragging Cherry along, too. The day seemed to drag on and on. Robin promised to be there an hour before you had to leave to hype you up - that's what she said.
You didn't sleep last night, thinking how tonight will go. You weren't so much nervous to meet him, you already know what he looks like, who he is. What tugged at the back of your mind was, what would he think of you. You didn't look anything like the girls he had been pictured with. You didn't think you were ugly either, you were just... you. Would you be enough?
When you decide it was time to get ready, you showered and shaved every inch of your body, Eddie's promise last night very fresh in your mind, still. Since you didn't expect to go to a rock concert tonight, your outfit would have to do with whatever you packed. You were torn between a skirt or pants. Figuring the atmosphere would most likely be.. heavy, you went with the safe option of your black jeans. You matched them with a graphic tee, paired with shiny black Dr. Martens boots. Make up simple, as again, you didn't prepare for this and didn't have time to make a stop at home - mascara, some powder, a nude gloss.
Robin knocked on the front door just as you were screwed the cap back on your lipgloss. You let her in, Cherry following behind just as you thought. ''You look bomb, but just so you know, I would much rather be at the show than babysit some smushed face baby seal.''
As if Cherry had blown a dog whistle, Dolly appeared from the living room and trotted right up to her. ''Oh, hiii.''
You rolled your eyes in amusement. ''Your girlfriend is weird.''
Robin pulled you into a hug. ''She's just upset she can't go to the show. But I told her we're helping with the love story of the century and she caved. Cherry loves love.''
''Don't be dramatic,'' you huffed.
You walked Robin through the basics about Donna, what and how much to feed her, when she wants to go outside. Cherry was meanwhile busy rubbing baby seal's belly.
You slipped on your jacket and said your goodbyes, Robin wishing you good luck and hopped in your car. The drive back only took about 20 minutes, but it was enough time to fill your body with nerves. It took a few minutes to find a parking space, but you were lucky as you found one pretty close to the building. People were already lined up, but it looked like the line was moving at a normal pace, the doors were already open. You followed in line with others, seeing the entrance up ahead, Corroded Coffin's name on the billboard above it in big bold letters. You got to the front considerably quickly, the security guard asking for your ticket.
''Um, I'm supposed to be on the list, I think.'' You told him your name and the guy scanned his tablet, then nodded and let you through after taking a quick glance at your crossbody purse.
The floor was open plan, seating only on the upper floors. You made your way somewhere to the left hand side, as the first floor was already full of people. It was a bit far, but you could still see the stage. The microphones were already lined up, drum set at the back of the stage. It was 5 minutes until the opening act, when you got a text.
21.55pm - Eddie ''Are you here?''
21.56pm - Y/N ''Yes.''
21.56pm - Eddie ''What are you wearing? ;)''
21.56pm - Y/N ''Idiot.''
After a couple minutes, the lights went out and the opening act took to the stage, to a lukewarm reception. The band was alright, you guessed, you had never heard of them obviously. You bobbed your head to some of the songs, even took a few pictures. The set went by quick and now you only had to wait 30 more minutes for the main act, to the one you were here for.
By the time it was time for the main event, more people had filled the arena and now you were pretty squished, girls and guys on every side of you. You squeezed past some people, looking for more room at the back. You found a big enough space and settled there. The lights went out again and this time, the crowd roared. Music started playing and the drummer came out first, followed by three other guys a minute later. There he was, in all of his glory, guitar strapped over his shoulder. He smirked at the crowd and hit the first note on his guitar, followed by the high pitch eruption of women in the audience.
The show started, and though this music was not your prefered genre, you were absolutely mesmerized. Eddie's stage presence was magnetic, he owned the the entire arena. All eyes were on him as he strummed different notes and flipped his hair around, screaming, singing and even moaning into the microphone. People yelled, jumped, pushed around. Not to mention the mosh pit in the middle of the floor.
As Eddie sang the songs, his eyes kept looking around. Was he looking for you? You wanted to scoot closer, but it was impossible. The crowd was wild even at the back, you couldn't even imagine what was happening at the barricade.
They played for more than an hour. As the show came to a close, you clapped and cheered just like everybody else. He was amazing, the band was amazing. They all bowed, the bassist threw his picks at the girls in front of him. Eddie thanked the audience, his voice tired and raspy and so sexy. ''Hey Kiwi girl, come find me.''
You blushed, though nobody knew he was talking about you. You waited a while, watching the crowd slowly pushing out, before you had any room to made to the front. You made it to the barricade and and called another security guard over.
''Hi, I think I'm supposed to go backstage.'' You told him your name and that you had an invite from Eddie himself. He took a sceptic look at you and spoke something into his walkie talkie before ushering you closer and helping you over the railing.
He asked you to follow him and lead the way from the stage through a door, into a long corridor. Your ears were ringing from the loud music and your heart was doing flips. ''It's the last door to the left.''
You thanked the guard and he left. You took a deep breath and walked to the door, raising your hand to know, but the door flew open before you had the chance.
''Oh, sorry. Are you looking for someone?'' a guy, who you recognized as the drummer, asked. His face was all sweaty and he was holding a towel in his hand. There was commotion coming from the room and you looked over his shoulder, your breath hitching as you saw Eddie sitting on a sofa.
But he wasn't alone, far from it. Sitting next to him was the same girl, Madeline, her arms on his shoulders. Kissing him.
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šLove And Guests: Part 4š
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Pairing: Aonung x Reader
PART ONE: HERE, PART TWO: HERE, PART THREE: HERE, PART FIVE: HERE
Summary: Your sleep after the sealing of your bond with Aonung is intruded on by his mother and causes all sorts of drama. After some major conflict a group of Sullyās arrive and one of them starts to stir up some feelings in you that you arenāt sure you want there
Warnings: Angst but mostly fluff, the first chapter thatās SFW so letās keep that up. No others.
Word Count: 4.1 k
A/N:Ā Everyone is 19 or 18. Listen I know what youāre thinking,Ā āwhy is there a slight hint of Neteyam x reader in my Aonung x reader?ā and to that I say: The plot thickens mwahaha. If yaāll want me to steer it back away from him thatās fine but this is gonna lead to some jealousy trope.
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The feeling of Aonung's body nestling up to you was so soothing that it comforted your aching body right to sleep. His breath was gently fanning against your neck as his leg threw itself over your waist and brought you snugly against his chest, the whole experience was godly and you thanked Eywa that this is what having a mate felt like.
You two had moved around slightly in the night to get comfortable after your evening of physical activities. You both were so exhausted that you had gone to sleep with your braids still intact to one another, sleeping as one being with your heart rates and breaths synchronized in rhythm.
The sleep was unlike anything you've ever experienced. The consummation of your mating created a sleep so peaceful that neither of you stirred as the flap to your pod was torn open. The intruder stared down at your intertwined bodies, then at the braids that lay between you, connecting for your mortal lives.
Aonung awoke first, his breath catching in a yawn as he sat up to see where the sound of a voice was coming from. He sat up and looked over your body, still naked and very much asleep, as your body begrudgingly let go of it's grasp on him.
He tried to look around for a blanket or covering to put over you, but that was when his eyes locked on the invader that was standing in the corner. Her arms crossed over her chest while her eyes twitched with anger.
It was his mother.
"Cover that girl and leave her, you and I need to talk", she wasted no time in shaming her son while he was left dumbstruck at her presence.
He quickly reached over to his loincloth and replaced it, cursing his mother as he removed his braid from yours and let his senses drift back to their standard rate. He tried not to awaken you as he looked around again for a covering, but the breaking of the bond had woken you. With a grumble, you sat up, your tender eyes not noticing Ronal at first.
"What are you doing ma Aonung?" You managed to grunt as you took the blanket he had given you and threw it over yourself with no care taken to ensure your privates were hidden from view. He wanted nothing more than to kick his mother out and join you back on the floor but the chase from his warden was over.
Your eyes finally adjusted to the light, and your brow creased as you saw his downturned ears and ashamed expression.
"I am sorry y/n, I didn't know she would be here", he apologised, and your eyes suddenly flew around to see who he was talking about.
You yelped when your eyes crossed the dark gaze of Ronal. You quickly tucked the blanket around you like a robe to hide your figure from her wandering eyes that were filled with distaste.
"Aonung you disappoint me, you have no regard for our traditions, and you mate with this
woman without consulting Eywa? Without consulting me? Come here", she raced over to her boy that was about half a foot taller than her and grabbed his ear, causing him to hiss and cry out.
The scene would have made you laugh if it hadn't been for the fact Ronal was also angered at you. She dragged her son away from you, and the pain of desertion ripped through you as the freshness of your achieved alignment with Aonung called out for his touch.
"Tsahik, please wait", you called out as you stumbled around clumsily, trying to grab your clothes and fit them on as you chased after them outside into the early morning light.
"Mother!", he yelped like a teenager who had been caught doing something they weren't supposed to be doing while trying to pull himself away from her grip, but her fingers were latched onto his ears and did not let go as he tried to move back towards you.
"You two have dis-hounred Eywa, I will speak to my son about what must be done, and you shall not interfere", she spat at you, not even bothering to turn her head as she charged through the pods to her own family's home that lay the furthest from the seaside and was the most isolated from neighbours.
Nobody was around outside, thank goodness, to judge and stare, but you knew if anyone was awake, they could undoubtedly hear your trio as you quickly passed each abode.
"It was my fault, I pressured him, Tsahik, please do not punish Aonung for something I did!" You tried to catch up with them as you called to her, resisting the urge to grab onto her arm, for you knew that would only make matters worse.
"No it isn't, she's lying, it was my fault, I rushed her into things without seeking your permission, mother, leave her out of this", he turned to you with a glare before gesturing for you to go back and leave him to deal with his mother. You entertained his silent plea for 30 seconds but you couldn't let him suffer the wrath of his parents on his own when you were half the issue.
"Quiet! The both of you are to blame, now get inside before I drown you both", she shoved her son by the back of his neck into the open flap of her home and then turned to you, but you needed no convincing as you sheepishly ran to join him in the middle of the pod.
Tsireya sat quietly enjoying her breakfast as she looked up at the commotion. It didn't take much for her to piece together what had happened as her eyes went from her mother's infuriated face to her brother's agitated one and then to your embarrassed downtrodden look.She grinned like a madman as she jumped up and congratulated you both, her arms swaddling you in a warm hug as she welcomed you to her family.
"Oh great, mother! I am so happy for you, y/n! We are family now, so if you ever need help with anything, like taking care of babies or--" She was quickly cut off by her brother pulling her off you. She looked at him with an offended frown as she questioned him, but Aonung nodded toward their mother behind them, who was only getting more worked up by the encounter."She is not family, and there will be no children", Ronal hissed out before demanding her daughter leave.
Tsireya unwillingly rolled her eyes and walked over to the door, patting your arm silently as she spoke out in support of you.
Her mother watched her leave before Ronal unrolled the wrapped-up sail that acted as the door to her families fortress and tied it twice to ensure nobody would walk in on her following speech.
The silence in the room was soul-crushing as you stood close to Aonung, waiting for Ronal to look up from the ground and start berating you both.
"Never in my days of Tsahik have I seen such blatant delinquency", her voice wasn't quite shouting, but you could see she was holding back from smacking you both upside the head.
"To walk in on my son laying with a woman who is not even a healer, both bonded for life with a mate tattoo on his leg as if this union has been blessed by anyone at all!" This time she did shout, and it made you jump a bit.
Aonung's hand came down to your lower back and pressed against you in comfort, he looked down at your face, and his other hand clenched at his side as he saw you looking ashamedly down at the floor.
"We are mated before Eywa, it doesn't matter what you think, I am not ashamed, and I do not regret being with y/n", his voice was soft, but his body language only showed courage and conviction with every word he spoke.
His mother scoffed before she began pacing around you two in a circle. She inspected all of your features, and it took a lot of strength not to smack yourself in embarrassment when you remembered she had seen too much of you already for your comfort.
"And you think she is fit to be Tsahik? That she will be able to heal our people?" Her question was rhetorical as she flicked your tail between her hands, watching as you pulled it away.
"She is good enough for me", his eyes had turned to slits as he watched his mother walk around you both once more for a final lap.
The hate and anger radiating off Aonung was enough to heat up the room. You slipped your hand behind your back and grabbed his hand to communicate that you were okay and could handle the criticism being handed to you.
"I am not a healer or a good leader", you admitted, trying to stop your voice from shaking and your heart from putting you on the ground.
"But I am willing to learn for Aonung", you turned your eyes up and stared at Ronal, daring to squeeze Aonung's hand tightly in your own, and he clenched back as reinforcement.She scoffed and shook her head, resuming her place in front of you two to stare you down with eyes that had softened from pure venom to partial contemplation.
"You love my son?" She asked you, and a smile grew on your face as you nodded eagerly, hoping she would tell you that she could work with that.
"Then you will leave him and let him find a woman suitable to be Tsahik because you are not sufficient for my son", she didn't do anything to soften the blow, and the words hit you deep in your heart.
"Enough!", Aonung yelled loudly, and his voice frightened you, but Ronal only switched her evil glare from you to her son.
"Do not speak to me this way! You have chosen wrong, Eywa does not bless this union, and you have dug yourself into this mess, so you will have to suffer the consequences!" Ronal was furious.
You knew that she probably wouldn't have been pleased with finding out about your mating after it happened, but you had no idea she hated you so much.
"There are no consequences! I chose right! She is strong and creative, perfect to me, why can you not see that?" His voice hadn't changed from its defensive tone, but it made room for a resounding sadness that leaked from his words.
"She will be the death of our clan if she is Tsahik", she hissed out the prophecy, and if your heart hadn't been broken before, now it was in ruins.
"I am sorry that I am not who you hoped for", you muttered as you let go of Aonung's hand with a heavy mass in your stomach, making you feel ill.
You tried to take a step forward so you could leave, but Aonung sharply tugged you back to his side. He brought you into his chest with one arm laying across your collarbones while the other pointed to his mother. The warm hold made you gasp and his connection instantly healed the pain of being rejected by your mate's mother.
"You do not get to decide this for me, you interpret Eywa, not my feelings", he had listened to many rants about his behaviour before, but now Ronal's motherly tone was completely gone.
"I do not care how you feel for her, you are responsible for the safety of our people, and as Olo'eyktan, that means choosing the best Tsahik, instead you have chosen the first girl who offered herself to you. It was an irresponsible decision!" She was not speaking to him as his mother; she was commanding him as his Tsahik. But he still wouldn't submit and he chose to defend you again.
"She will be a better Tsahik than you", his eyes glared at his mother while her face turned to murderous rage.
She hissed loudly at her son, her teeth baring at you two while her eyes burned through your skin and prosecuted your soul.
Aonung didn't hesitate and hissed back with his canines protruding to threaten her in turn, making your back freeze as you felt the instinct to stand with your mate in solidarity and hiss at her pop into your mind.
The mated relationship was fresh, and you could feel your body and mind calling out for you to support your mate without examining the context of the moment, which left you torn in places, trying to get the new urges under control.
You were sure they were about to pounce on one another and start throwing physical attacks, but a rustling of the flap made them both turn to see who was intruding on what was about to become a death match.
Tonowari ducked his head into the tent as he cursed at the double knot that had made it arduous to open his front door. After a few seconds of fixing the flap, he finally settled his eyes on the scene in front of him.
He did a once over of the room and sighed as he gazed upon his mate and son, who looked nearly ready to slaughter one another and then at you, who looked rather pitiful being squashed against his son in a protective hold while the others were in the middle of the fight.
"What is it?" Ronal demanded, taking her eyes off her eldest son to question the chief's attitude.
"Jakesully's children have returned, our daughter is greeting them as we speak", he spoke as diplomatically as he could, trying to keep his tone even to avoid his opinion about the conflict that was currently unfolding being heard and interpreted.
Yes, of course, Tonowari cared for his children's future. Still, he knew it was a futile mission to try and control his eldest son because he had been Aonung's age once and even if Ronal didn't care to think back on it, their own mating process hadn'tāÆprecisely been done by the books.
Ronal's face fell, and she immediately straightened herself. She had duties to take care of, and you knew that she would put the strange arrival of the Sullys above anything that involved you.
"We must go then, you two, do not go anywhere", she pointed an accusatory finger at you both before she stalked out of the room and into the hot light of morning.
Tonowari turned again before he left and watched as his son let you go and apologized for his mother's behavior.
The whole picture reminded him of Ronal and himself when they were young, and that caused a soft smile on his face.
He figured that was probably the reason why his wife had been speaking from her mind rather than from Eywa when she had talked of the mystery girl their son had been seeing to Tonowari a few days ago.
Ronal was afraid that it would be a repetition of her own relationship, which was very beautiful and sacred to her but had caused others many heartbreaks during their younger years of courtship.
She was an amazing Tsahik and an even better mother, nobody saw the side of her the chief did and he knew that deep down everything she did was out of fear for the people close to her.
He raised his fingers to his head in a respectful goodbye to you, then he turned and followed his mate down the beach to see what could be done about the guests.
After a few minutes of assuring Aonung you were truthfully okay and that you could take the hard words his mother had spoken, he quickly pulled you in and sat his head on top of yours while his arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly.
"I am so sorry ma y/n", he could feel the guilt bubbling up his throat as he pictured the way you had dropped his hand to leave at the command of his mother, and it made every fiber of his being called out in agony at the idea of you leaving him.
"It is not your fault Aonung", you held him in a tight embrace in exchange, lacing your hands around his middle and allowing your head to lay on his chest.
You knew Ronal would be back before long, but in honesty, you also wanted to go and see the Sullys. Ronal scared you deeply, but Aonung's carefree attitude was starting to rub off on you, and he was acting far more concerned about you than whatever his mother thought, so you decided to let her slip from your thoughts for a few minutes until she came back.
Neteyam had been your closest friend when you were both teenagers, and the whole time he and his family had spent learning the ways from your clan had created a unique companionship. You were his confidant when he had to let complaints about his family off his chest, and he was your jester when you felt down about your place in the tribe.
The thought of missing out on seeing him made your soul fall a little, but you knew you couldn't directly disobey Ronal and run down to see them. You had been ordered to stay here. But it seemed Aonung had read your mind.
"You want to go see them?" Aonung was never one to let a moment grow dull, and while he still felt terrible he had let his mother drag you into his family matters, he knew that seeing a few familiar friends would put you back in a good mood.
"We can't your mother will skin us", you shook your head, Aonung only rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed your hand, making his way to the exit as you gave a half attempt at dragging him back to the room.
"My mother is already going to skin us, come on, before she comes back", his mood from not even ten minutes ago that was snarling and yelling was nowhere in sight now that he was left alone with you.
It was honestly impressive how swiftly he changed his tune to try and cheer you up.You gave in quickly to his idea and let him haul you down to the beach with the wind in your face and the woven pathways digging into your feet.
It felt so wrong yet righteous to disobey direct orders from the Tsahik in an act of vengeance, and Aonung's chuckle let you know he felt the same way.
You ran down to the sandy terrain and nearly jumped out of your skin as you saw Lo'ak, Kiri and Neteyam all grown up in the near distance.
They had flown to the small island on their ikran that were now resting behind them, and by the smiles, on their faces, you were āÆrelieved to see they hadn't come back to seek refuge again.
You wanted to run down and jump into their arms and hug them all, but you froze when you saw Ronal and Tonowari already down there, talking to them with voices dripping in questions.
"Come on, she doesn't bite", Aonung followed your eyes and held back a groan as he tried to pull you to the edges of the crowd that was forming around the new arrival of young adults, but you resisted with a roll of your eyes.
"Oh yeah, as she was yelling at me, I was thinking about how peaceful and level-headed your mother is", you bit back as you looked down at the group with your bottom lip caught between your teeth in thought.
"You're being silly", he grumbled before letting his hand slip further up your arm to gently guide you to the front of the witnesses.
He pushed ahead of you and separated the clan in his efforts to get to the front, and he allowed his hand to slip into yours once again as you neared the opening where everyone was standing in an awkward standoff.
The conversation had ended as soon as you managed to push through everyone. As the members of the clan all returned to the work they had been doing previously to the entrance of the warrior children, you could only grin as you saw the items they had brought with them that suggested they would be staying for a while.
Once you reached the front, you caught Ronal's eyes, and if looks could kill, you would be long gone, and with the great mother now, but you pressed on, feeling a spark of confidence push you forward as you thought back to Aonung's kind words he had used to praise you in front of his foaming mother.
Lo'ak was the first to spot you, and he laughed merrily as he opened his arms. You dropped Aonung to run into a warm embrace with the youngest son, and you laughed back, delighting in a quick spin he did with you in his arms that made a nostalgic rush hit you.
You pulled back and held onto his forearms as you took him all in with a grin from ear to ear that plastered your face.
He looked good. His hair had grown out long, and it seemed he had adapted the look his brother had last left with, as all of his hair was separated into small braids with different twists of yarn and beads hanging from each one. His front sections were tied back to allow his face room to see, and you were happy to report that he looked refreshed. He seemed more youthful than when he had left, and it made you happy.
Your name was called out to you from Lo'ak's left, and you turned to see Kiri's cherry face. You enveloped her in a bear hug as you clung onto her as if that would somehow make up for the last four or more years you had been out of touch.
"You look good", she whispered as you pulled away from her.
You looked her over and nodded as you saw that she looked much the same as she had done when she was fourteen, apart from her hair which had gotten shaggier, and her limbs which had reached longer down to her waist.
"You don't look to bad yourself", you laughed, not allowing yourself the time to think as you leaped forward and grabbed a piece of her hair that was dangling from her head to roll in between your fingers. She was more beautiful than ever.
She snatched back the hair with a playful grin on her face. It seemed even her time abroad hadn't cured her sassiness, and she rolled her eyes as she fought the twitch in her mouth to throw a million questions to you.
Before you could further interrogate either of the siblings about their sudden appearance at your home, a hand was placed on your back. You turned, half expecting Aonung to be there, greeting them over your shoulder by the way the hand felt so familiar.
You choked on your breath when you saw that it was an older Neteyam. Not just older but also much more attractive Neteyam.
He had indeed grown up from the rule stickler he had been when he was smaller, and you hated how his smile sent your heart into a strange flutter of peculiar feelings.
Oh,Ā no no no.
Neteyam's build had changed over the years, and it looked like he had been fed a steady diet as his abdominal muscles stared back at you with biceps that shook with laughter as he stared down at your dumbfounded face.
His hair was in loose, thick, black, plain locs that hung down to his chest, with two pieces behind each ear decorated with beads. You took a second to look at his face and felt endearment tickle your heart when you saw that each of the two locs with decoration had a few beads of your own making strung on them to help fill up the space.
His laugh turned to a smile, and all you could do toāÆcommunicate your joy at seeing him was jump into his arms as he awkwardly caught you and held you tightly, letting his smile point itself into your scalp as he subtly took in your scent again after so many years.
He couldn't help how his tail flicked behind him in a blur as he realized you smelt different now. You smelt like something he couldn't quite remember, but the scent only became more robust as he took deeper breaths.
He looked up to see Aonung staring at him with a questioning look at the tight grip he had on you that lasted far longer than your hug with either Lo'ak or Kiri.
You felt a presence behind you that you immediately identified as your mate, and you quickly withdrew from Neteyam's stronghold.
You laughed as you stood back, seeing that the two young men were now the same towering height that slightly bested you.
Aonung didn't smile but continued staring at Neteyam with his questioning gaze while Neteyam greeted him and then shook his hand, letting the touch of their hands express his happiness at seeing the boy.
This was not going to end well.
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Hi
Before everything goes to hell with Ethiopia, can we have some more sweet angst (as opposed to heartbreaking angst) with Owl Song?
As you said in another Ask, Dick is still messed up enough that he feels he needs to be useful.
On a logical level he knows Bruce is never going to abandon them, he's family. But still, he can't help the fear that if he doesn't prove useful enough Bruce might take away his owlet...
So he keeps pushing himself on missions. Doesn't really care what happens to him. Keeps going even when he's hurt. Hides it from the others because he needs to keep being useful, he can't risk giving Bruce a reason to regret taking them in.
And normally, it works fine. Talons are tough as hell, after all. Even if he's hurt, it heals pretty fast.
But then he gets tagged with something - maybe some kind of toxin - that can seriously mess with him. But he follows the usual plan of not telling and keeps continuing to work...
Till he collapses and gives Jason and Bruce the scare of their lives. Especially when Dick deliriously babbles about how he needs to be useful, how he can't risk Bruce regretting his choice...
Of course followed by family comfort and cuddling. Preferably with Tim.
Oh geez tho, if that really happened I can totally see Jason taking this the wrong way and assuming Bruce threatened Dick with sending them away if he isnāt useful. (Jason loves and trusts Bruce, but Dick will forever be his first priority. Theyāre both endlessly protective of each other).
Bruce would definitely have to use his big boy words if he wants to avoid dealing with the fallout of that particular misunderstanding, but i feel like he would manage. Heās had a couple years dealing with his skittish little bird boys at this point, he knows verbal reassurance is importantā¢ļø.
So yeah, it would end with lots of cuddles and Dick demanding they get the second hatchling from Drake manor for some much needed nesting time where he can curl around both his chicks like a happy mama hen. āØ
Also I can assure you thereās going to be one more fluff part in owl song featuring all three boys cuddling and being happy, along with Bruce and Alfred (who also get roped into cuddling MWAHAHA) ššš
#owl song#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#batfam#bruce wayne#tim drake#batman#batdad#talon dick grayson
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šš¦šššš£šŖ: You had barely managed to survive that night with Grogu. You really didn't think he would give you much trouble, but damn he did. Luckily for you, Din was back to get him as soon as he had said he would. And luckily for you, he didn't just take Grogu with him.
ššš£ššššš¤: idontknowifitcanbecountedas light violence, awkwardness, grogu making a mess (multiple times), teeth rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, slight descriptions of smut, allusion to din being top and reader bottom, angst, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).
šø/ā: why tf do i love writing angst so much HAHAHA im sorry for yall. anyway, i did like writing this especially the angsty part im so evil mwahaha. ahem, enjoy <3
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You almost didn't make it through the night.
Let's be honest, you could handle any type of kid. Well,Ā almostĀ any type. It's not like you had taken Din's advice too seriously either. What bad would a cute little green creature like Grogu cause?
Oh, you wereĀ soĀ wrong.
You spent the whole evening hoping and praying for Din to get back as soon as possible. Not only so you could see him again, but so he could take that goddamn kid off your hands. He had said he would be back first thing in the morning. You hoped he was safe and that he'd keep his promise on coming back soon.
When you finally got Grogu to fall asleep, you tidied everything up as well as you could. You knew he would probably make a mess of it again as soon as he woke up, but at least you'd be able to get some sleep yourself. You could barely enjoy some hours of it until the kid was putting it all upside down first thing in the morning. Luckily for you, Din was back early enough to keep his promise.
He knocked at your door when the sun was just starting to rise. You screamed a quickĀ "In a minute"Ā as you were running after Grogu and trying to grab him so he would stop making everything float, like he did with your cup the first time you saw him and Din. When you finally got to put him in your arms, you walked to the door and opened.
"Hi", you could almost feel Din's smile, even with his helmet on.
"Oh, hi!", you gave him a wide smile. Having him finally there with you made you forget about how difficult the previous night had been for you, trying to take care of the green child. As soon as you saw him standing in front of you, your eyelids stopped feeling heavy. "How did it go?".
"I reckon better than you with him", he tilted his head to look inside your place, seeing an identical mess than the one you'd had to deal with the previous night.
"Oh, that", you looked inside for a moment as well. "He did give me some trouble, but nothing I couldn't handle", you forced a smile. You weren't going to deny you wanted to impress him.
"Sure...", he grabbed Grogu from your arms. You felt a huge weight lifting off your shoulders. "Your eyes say otherwise".
"Yeah, well", you cleared your throat, trying to keep it cool. "Nothing I couldn't handle, but it kept me awake for a while", you crossed your arms and leaned on the doorframe. "Bet he's way more tired", you gave the kid an evil smirk. He stuck your tongue out to you.
"I'm sorry, I really had no one to leave him with. I know he's not usually good to people that aren't me orā".
"Hey, it's okay. I had fun", you smiled up at the Mandalorian. "It was a new challenge. Now I've grown stronger as a kid caretaker", you said in a dramatic tone. Din laughed.
Oh, you had missed that sound.
"Well, I'm glad your time with him was useful. I'll make sure to leave him to you more often".
"Oh, no need!", you almost didn't let him finish. "Take your time,Ā youĀ enjoy your time with him", you let out a nervous chuckle. Din laughed again. "Oh, d'you want to come in? Maybe I can give you something to drink, and I can tell you more about the trouble this little one gave me", you patted Grogu's head. He smiled and squealed. It almost looked as if he had forgotten about that last night.
"Well, I won't say no", Din sounded like he was smiling again. You stepped aside to let him in. "Thank you. For taking care of him, I mean. Well... And inviting me in", he sounded nervous, too. You felt relieved to not be the only one.
"My pleasure", you smiled at him. "Uh... Sit wherever you can...", your face heated up in embarrassment. "I'll try to leave it as decent as it was before", you let out a heavy sigh. "You weren't supposed to see this place like this...", you whispered the last part to yourself.
You put some water to boil while you tidied it all up āagain. Behind you, Din was whispering something to Grogu as they both sat on your couch. His distorted voice sounded soothing in the background as you did your things. When the water was ready, you put a glass on the table along with some spices jars so he could choose what to put in it. You smiled at Din before getting back to fixing Grogu's mess.
A sudden noise made you turn back around. The first thing you saw was pieces of ceramic spread all over the floor. You looked up to Din a second too early to see part of his chin uncovered. That second was enough for you to take note of his short stubble, barely covering any of the tan skin under it. You were left unspoken, knowing it would give you something to fantasize about that night.
"Dank farrik", he whispered, taking you back to reality. He took Grogu and put him up away from the broken ceramic pieces. "I'm sā".
"I didn't see anything", you spoke involuntarily, fast as a speeder. Din cleared his throat.
"Sorry, he doesn't usually do these things", he kept talking as if nothing had happened. You tried to do so as well.
"Don't worry", you tried to keep the conversation on, despite the uneasy tone you both had.
He helped you clean the mess Grogu had āonce moreā caused. Both of you kept an eye on him as he stayed away from it all, seeming focused on keeping a little piece of food afloat.
"How can he do that?", you whispered to Din.
"I don't exactly know", he whispered back. "His race seems to have a strong connection to a natural force that allows him to do that", he turned his head slightly in your direction. "Sorry about it, by the way. I know it's pretty uncomfortable to deal with a child with such... abilities".
You laughed at the word.
"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize", you smiled at him. He sighed as if he also did. "I already knew what I was in for when I told you I'd take care of him, and I didn't really take your warning too seriously. Many parents give me those, but all of their children end up being little angels", you smiled to yourself this time. "Guess not yours...".
"I suppose itĀ wasĀ your fault, then", Din cleared his throat. "And I suppose I also owe you one for the messes he made. How about I pay you something to eat? You still have to tell me how did he manage to keep you awake for that long".
Right. With that other mess, you hadn't had time to relate yours and Grogu's adventures from that last night. And he was inviting you out to eat āthe very Mandalorian Din Djarin himselfā, how could you say no?
"Alright", you got up from the couch. He followed suit after you. "You better pay me the best meal in all of Nevarro".
"Don't get too ahead of yourself", he chuckled lowly.
He grabbed Grogu and exited the house so you could close the door. You walked through the streets, just following Din to wherever it was that he wanted to take you for that meal. The child spent the entire walk giving you murdering looks every time Din wasn't looking. You just decided to play along and stick your tongue out when he gave you those looks. Deep,Ā very deepĀ inside you, you did like that kid, despite all the trouble he had been giving you the previous hours.
You started telling Din everything about it as soon as you took a seat and started eating. With everything you said, he looked down as his kid and gave him the same murdering looks the little one had been giving you all the way to the canteen. He was also trying to excuse his manners, telling you Grogu didn't usually like people he had recently met, and people not close to him and Din, in general. HisĀ abilitiesĀ were just his way of blowing steam.
"I'm sure he didn't want to make such a mess at your place", Din said. "He was just overwhelmed and uneasy in a new place with someone he'd just met".
"Yeah", this time, you were the one to give the kid a murdering look. You still hoped Din wouldn't notice. "I'm sure he didn't", you forced a smile.
It was already late afternoon when you finished your food. Of course, you thanked Din for paying it himself, and for having freed you from Grogu's caretaking. When you came to realize, the green kid was sleeping in his father's arms. For the first time in all the hours you had spent with him, you felt tenderness towards him. Your heart swelled with the same love a parent feels for their kid. You smiled at the feeling, suddenly remembering why you liked children.
You walked Din home to make sure he and his kid were safe ā"How gentlemanly of you", he said. It was a long walk, but at last it gave you more time to talk with the Mandalorian. He also invited you in when you got to his place. You couldn't reject it either, since it made things technically equal for the both of you. Then, he told you to get comfortable as he put Grogu to sleep on his room. And then he brought a drink.
"I don't think I shouldā".
"Come on", he interrupted you, sitting beside you on the floor. "It's my way to repay you. I'm too much of a womp rat as to pay you with credits", you heard him chuckle. For the first time in the two days you had known him, you could feel he was calm and relaxed. Maybe it was because he had finally gotten home āhisĀ homeā, with his kid safe.
"Next time you leave him with me, I'm not letting you pay me in any way", you gave him a dissatisfied look.
"Fair enough", he shrugged.
He served a glass for each other. You didn't cheer for anything in particular, you just clinked your glasses and gulped it down. Well, at leastĀ youĀ did. Din stayed still and silent for a moment, thinking.
Oh, right, the helmet.
"It's okay, I won't look", you said before turning around and giving him your back. You heard him sigh, as if he was smiling again.
"Thanks", was his answer. Then you heard him swallow. "I'm done".
You turned back around. None of you said anything, and he didn't serve more of the drink for any of you. The air was suddenly feeling tense, and you could tell the situation was now uncomfortable.
"Hey, about this morning...", you started. "I meant what I said, I didn't see anything", you stopped to think for a moment. "Well, I sawĀ one bit, but... it wasn't that bad, if I might say", you couldn't help the smirk that formed on your lips, though you tried not to look at him.
"Huh", he let out the beginning of a chuckle. "Thank you... I guess".
A weight seem to be lifted from you both. Din poured more alcohol in each of your glasses. You clinked again. He made you turn around every time he had to drink, but you kept talking with as much enthusiasm as if you were looking into each other's eyes all the time. You were already a few drinks in when he served another one and you, as the previous times, turned to look at the wall behind you. Unexpectedly for you, he grabbed your shoulder and made you face him.
"You already saw thisĀ one bit, right?", was the only thing he said before lifting his helmet just enough for his mouth to show, and he gulped down his drink. Then, he put the helmet back in place.
You didn't say a word. Your mind was too busy thinking of the way his lips enveloped the edge of the glass and pursed when he swallowed. When you became aware of how your jaw was dropped mid-air, you shut your mouth with a dark blush, embarrassment being evident on your face. You tried to keep it cool, so you took a sip from your own drink. Still, your eyes didn't leave his helmet āspecifically the downer part of it, as if you were expecting to see his mouth again. A hoarse chuckle roamed from the bottom if his throat, then he served more drinks for the two of you. He grabbed his glass again, and lifted his helmet to gulp the alcohol down. Even when he was done with drink, though, it stayed in place.
And then,Ā he took it off.
You barely had time to process what was going on before you found yourself mesmerized by his appearance āagain. The small stubble and mustache you had seen that morning looked even better in that dim light, the small gray hairs in between the brown ones making your insides flutter. His lips looked more delicious than any meal you had tasted before āfull, pink, tanned like the rest of his skin, and that smile sent you straight to the skies. His nose was perfectly shaped āwell, everything in him wasā despite the small scar on it, so much that it made you want to run your fingers through it all. His hair did, too. Even disheveled as it was, you had never seen such perfect, beautiful locks. His brown orbs were looking into yours āno, they wereĀ staringĀ into your soul. It was all a mix that resulted in a serious expression.Ā
He had taken his helmet off.
You then understood that it wasn't easy for him to do so. The fact that Mandalorians like him were supposed to never show his face to anybody hit you harder than you had expected when you realized that he was looking directly at you, and with no visor in between you two. He probably hadn't showed a bit of his skin to anyone in years āyou wondered if Grogu had seen him the way you were seeing him now.
He cleared his throat involuntarily, making you jump in your seat and taking you back to the real world. He noticed immediately and lifted his hands up in an apologizing way, his expression shifting to one of slight concern.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...", he paused to search the correct words. "I know I'm... not tooā".
"You're so beautiful", you whispered before he could say anything else. It had been an automatic sentence, involuntary like most of your actions now. The alcohol was starting to get to your head, and to his, you figured.
He didn't answer back. You could see how he was blushing now, his skin going from tan to red. You tried to hold back your smile as well as you could. Instead, you approached him and grabbed his hands. You heard him swallow hard.
One of your hands went up to his face, cupping his cheek as softly as your shaking fingers allowed you to. Din sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. The feeling of his breath on the inside of your wrist turned your heart into mush.
You had definitely fallen hard for this man.
As soon as his eyes opened again, you almost jumped over him in an attempt to kiss him. A little peck was all you got, but you didn't want to push it too far. He was the one to kiss you back, for longer. He didn't really wait for you to pull fully back, he just went right in as another automatic answer to your previous action.
What happened next went too fast and too slow at the same time. You didn't have much time to process the fact that Din was leading you to his room and taking his armor off. As soon as alcohol allowed you to catch up to him, you started taking your own clothes off. When you were finally naked, he threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you.
He touched you like no one had done it before,Ā fuckedĀ you like no one had done it before. He was soft, slow, patient with you āeven though he wasn't in reality, but he did it, for youā, and still he went all rough and hard when you asked him to. He wanted to make you comfortable about it, tried to make you like every part of it, reaching all the right places in just the right time.Ā And it felt so good.
He left you exhausted. You slept straight through the night, feeling safe in his arms. For the first time in years, you felt full, contented, your heart swelling with happiness. It seemed like you had finally found your place with the right person for you.
Din, on the other hand, didn't have it that clear.
He had revealed his face to you. It didn't sound that bad when he said it that way, but then he started thinking more and more about it. For him, the only thing you had done was taking care of his son. You hadn't even known each other for more than two days! How could he have done that?
How couldĀ youĀ have done so much to him in such a short time?
It didn't make any sense. He wasn't supposed to be falling in love with someone like you. He wasn't supposed to be falling in love with someoneĀ at all. And yet there he was, arms wrapped around you in the dead of night after giving you the best orgasms of your life. He hadn't felt so confused since the Armorer told him he wasn't a Mandalorian anymore, all because he had taken his helmet off voluntarily for someone else to see.
Did that mean he wasn't a Mandalorian anymore as well?
He pulled away from you and got up from the bed. He went to check on Grogu, who was still sleeping soundly in his room. It looked like he was even more tired than you, after making such a mess back at your place. It made Din smile for a moment, then he remembered you were inĀ hisĀ bed.
He walked to the living room, where you'd had the beginning of your encounter the previous night. He grabbed the glasses and put them in the sink, throwing the bottle of alcohol into the trashcan. Din stood still, looking at it in complete rage. That damn bottle had been the cause of his troubles at the moment. He told himself that, after what'd happened, he wouldn't drink a drop of alcohol in a long, long time. Especially not with anyone else, especially not with you.
He put on his armor as fast as he could. The windows let the first rays of the morning sunlight come through and bathe the room. Din sighed, knowing what was going to come later on. He then sat on the floor by the table in the center of the room and waited for you to wake up, as he thought of what he would say to you.
The rays of sunlight danced on your eyelids when you rolled on the bed. You almost didn't wake up, your body too comfortable on the bed of the man that had given you the best day in a long time. A smile played on your lips when you remembered the previous night's events.
You turned back around to wrap your arms around him, but instead you found an empty spot next to you on the bed. You frowned in confusion.
You got up and stretched as well as you could. Your legs were still a bit stiff, but they let you walk.
You found Din sitting on the floor by the living room. He was already dressed, even with his helmet on. You would have thought he was asleep if he hadn't lifted his head up to look at you when he noticed your presence.
"Good morning to you, too", you chuckled and walked in his direction. "It's still early. Maybe we can go back to bed", you grabbed his helmet, ready to take it off. It shocked you that he grabbed your wrists with such strength you thought he would break them right there. "Hey!", you frowned again, pulling your hands away in a quick move. "What's wrong with you?", you made sure to sound upset.
"We have to talk", he said with stern tone.
You feared the worst.
"Don't you dare", was your only answer. You fought as hard as you could to not let the tears escape your eyes.
"Get dressed", he almost sound like he was giving you an order. You knew better than to go against him, so you just did what he had asked you to. "What happened last night can't be repeated", he didn't even wait for you to be seated in front of him.
"Seriously?", you dropped your weight on the floor. "Not even one day?", you scoffed. "I know, maybe it was a bit soon, but we still could'veā".
"It's not that", his voice echoed in the room, distorted by the helmet but still sounding angry. "ItĀ can'tĀ be repeated".
You stayed silent for a moment. Then, you let out a sarcastic laugh.
"So what?", you kept your ironic smile displayed on your lips. "We're going to pretend this didn't happen?", you threw your hands up. "Because I'm not forgetting it easily".
"You should", Din stood up. "It's what I'm going to do".
"Oh, right", another sarcastic chuckle left your mouth as you got up, too. "I forgot you're one of those lonely Mandalorians who can't get close to anyone because whoever it is they love gets hurt", you paused to grab some air. "Or maybe you think you could repay my babysitter services with aĀ special night with Din", you said the last part with a high-pitched voice.Ā
"Could you be a bit less loud? You're going to wake Grogu uā".
"What if I don't wanna take care of him anymore?".
Silence ruled between the two of you for a little while. Then, Din was the one to laugh in a sarcastic tone.
"Okay, you're just acting like a child now".
"Oh, me?", you huffed. "And it'sĀ soĀ mature to tell me to go fuck off because you think you're gonna hurt me if I stay by your side for too longā".
"I told you it's not thatā".
"Then what is it?!".
A distant squeal interrupted your conversation. You were so desperate trying to understand why Din was pushing you away like that and you didn't realize you were talking a bit too loud.
Din walked towards Grogu's room. You heard him talking as the kid squealed again. You needed nothing but his absence to walk out of the house as fast as your legs let you move. You looked back many times, waiting for him to, at least, come out and look as you walked away āyou didn't even care that he wouldn't say a word. But he didn't. He was way too proud and full of his Mandalorian bullshit to feel any kind of empathy towards you anymore, you thought. After a while of cursing yourself for letting all of that happen despite knowing how Mandalorians were all the same, you stopped looking back and tried to focus on how to get back to your place . You knew it was a long walk, so you had time to think and cry.
But you didn't.
You wouldn't let one single of your tears be wasted to cry for someone like Din. Not after he had taken all of you and then thrown you into the trash as if you were just that ātrash. Not after you had opened not only your house, but your heart, to him āand his sonā, and he had still treated you like that. You should have known it would happen. Because you did know better than to trust a Mandalorian enough to develop feelings for him. You just happened to be wrong, thinking Din might be different.
He had heard you walking out. He knew it would happen, and he let it be. He knew you were mad at him, and to be honest, he was also mad at himself. For letting all of that happen, for letting you see his face, for letting you get into his heart. And he wanted to go after you and tell you he was sorry āfor letting you be his weakness.
But he let you go, and didn't dare to look as you did.
He thought it was the best for you, both of you. But deep,Ā deepĀ inside him, he knew he hadn't done well. Deep,Ā deepĀ inside him, he wanted to go and tell you to come back, that he was wrong and you were right. But he was too proud āand full of his Mandalorian bullshitā to even take a step in your direction. And even being as Mandalorian as he was, he still wanted to go after you and tell you he was sorry.Ā
Because youĀ reallyĀ were his weakness, but he didn't want to admit it out loud.
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