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Fantasy AU lore masterpost:
It is finally here. The worldbuilding. The lore. This one is a long one, but there will be more posts to come. Buckle up friendos, this is a comfort au and I'm very enthusiastic about it. /lh
(oh. and another thing. if its not obvious for my comfort aus: my pirate au is heavily inspired by PotC, and this au is heavily inspired by LotR. They're both my comfort films/books so most of my worldbuilding has that vibe)
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World:
There are many kingdoms for each type of being.
Mountains, rivers, fields and flatlands, marshes, forests.
Giant castles and mighty vast kingdoms, and small villages and close safe kingdoms.
There are quite a few realms of the elves, many elven rulers in their respective kingdoms. Some are close, some are quite the distance from the next.
The same can be said for men and dwarves, but the humans have the least, simply because they make their kingdoms bigger (and also do not live as long-)
Fae folk have much smaller kingdoms and are usually quite hidden in forests or sheltered areas, there arenât many kingdoms left.
Star fae no longer have any known standing kingdoms remaining.
There is a special mountain that has a beacon of light, which ensures peace, harmony, light and life throughout the lands.
This beacon is formed by a fallen star that- well- Fell. from the sky. And landed on the mountain.
One day this star started to crack because of the different lands and beings starting to fight with each other, the imbalance of harmony and such tore the star apart and it shattered into pieces.
(there is still a chunk of the star in the mountain, but without all of the pieces it cannot shine)
These pieces got taken or lost over time, kingdoms -both good and evil- snatching the magic for themselves.
Many hundreds of years pass and many folks have forgotten about the star crystals or pass them off as something that will never be found or returned.
Everything was okay until darkness started to emerge and take over the lands more rapidly.
That's when the main plot takes place!!
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Certain kingdoms are at war/donât get along:
Elves vs fae - elves constantly try to hunt and capture fae for their magic.
Elves are the reason for the star fae âgoing extinctâ, as they would kill them for their magic as they thought it would bring them closer to the stars.
Dwarves vs dragon shifters - dwarves typically only care for gold and resources. So do dragons and dragon shifters. They saw competition and try to wipe out and capture dragon shifters.
Humans have various quarrels with different beings and kingdoms just because they often fight over land.
Some kingdoms just donât get along.
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Some are allies/protected by others:
Dwarves and elves are allies very recently trying to make amends with each other.
Dwarves swore to protect fae, by taking them in if need be and providing shelter.
Different beings:
Humans - beings that wield little to no magic. Often quarrel with other species, starting war over land and wanting more power and control.
Elves - (quite a lot more problematic than thought at first) Ethereal beings that -usually- wield a strong amount of magic. They worship light and stars, however will start fights to get what they want, especially wanting more magic (despite having a lot already)
Dwarves - beings that wield small amounts of magic and are known for their attraction to gold and their craftsmanship. All they really care about is finding good resources and gold, so they've started a few quarrels over that.
Fae - beings made up of magic, drawing their magic from their soul and utilising it in a way that is unique to them and the type of fae they are. They simply want peaceful lives but always seem to be at the receiving end of attacks and wars for their magic.
Shifters - a type of fae, whose magic allows them to shift into different types of animals, creatures, etc. typically stay out of the way of other beings and most others don't pick fights with them.
Dragon Shifters - a type of shifter who gets a separate category because of the sheer power they hold. Beings with incredible magic, the ability to sense others magical abilities and an intense attraction to gold and light. They utilise parts of both light and dark magic and have the ability to fix broken objects and things and seek out magic. Usually very respected by other beings.
Dragons - not the same as a shifter, these are purely just dragons. And they are seen as powerful and regal creatures who no one messes with. They are either respected or feared and it's usually both. Though, having a dragon on your side, shifter or non-shifter, is a very good thing.
Star fae - A stronger type of fae being, made up of magic and light drawn directly from the stars. They have the most powerful light magic. Almost entirely wiped out, there are a few left but most other beings think that they're extinct. Sought after for their magic, and a belief that drawing magic from a star fae will bring the person closer to the stars.
Wraiths - Shadow beings that wield dark magic and are born from the shadows. They only wish to spread more shadow and darkness, that is all they live for.
âShadow elves/dwarves/men/etcâ - beings that were taken over by shadow and darkness, often killed by wraiths and reborn as an empty shadow of themselves.
Dark elves/dwarves/fae - not to be confused with the above, this is just a term that some use to refer to a being that uses dark magic instead of light. In the timespan of the plot, dark magic users are seen as dangerous and not liked, but they're not always bad.
Wizards exist. they just exist.
âSoul watcherâ - a being that passes as a type of wizard, and is relatively unknown. Has the ability to see into prophecies and communicate/heal the dead. They wield dark magic. Not much is known, but itâs said that when the time is right, they choose their successor to take over them and gain their powers. Can be any type of being :)
Magic:
Light Magic - magic drawn from light, usually the stars. Typically this spans over flowers and branches and leaves, warmth and wind, rushing rivers and water. Soil, healing, growth.
Dark Magic - magic drawn from the shadows and darkness. Typically this spans over the roots of plants deep underground, storm clouds, blizzards and deep bodies of water. Deep deep down in the earth. Also has the ability to heal, just in a different manner.Â
Shadows - the strongest source for dark magic
Stars - the strongest source for light magic
And that is all for now!!!
Don't worry, I have a story lore post coming up and also a design post, so please look forward to that <3
#bnha#mha#fantasy au#eclair's aus#fantasy au my beloved#fun fact: this was the first au i ever made#i talked so much about wanting to introduce it over the past like. almost 3 years#but always forgot#so its nice to finally get it out#especially bc i wanna draw more for it soon#I was gonna post some other things first but yknow maybe ill stick this out first#since yall have been so patient with me thank you i love you all
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episode one: suzie, do you copy?
Steve sighs. âThose kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.â âYou call it manipulation, I call it bonding.â Another sigh escapes Steve. âYouâre going to be the death of me.â âAnd yet you stay.â You tease. âAnd yet I stay.â
Summary: you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3
Rating: general, swearing
Warnings: allusions to violence, swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n
Words: 9.6k
Before you swing in: shes here !!! season 3 of come home <333 im so excited for yall to read what i have planned, and thank you so much for being so patient as i planned the season out and started the chapters :) season 3 is pure chaos and i hope yall love what ive created, im proud of the changes i made <3333 we get some more insight into bug this season, which i also hope yall love !
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June 27th, 1985.
A summer breeze gently creeps into Jonathanâs room, bringing the scent of dandelions and your childhood with it. Itâs early evening and Jonathan hums to himself quietly, laying in his bed as he lazily skims through a comic he stole from you last week. Youâre next to him as you carefully cut pieces of construction paper to glue onto the posterboard. Dustin comes home from camp in a few days and you want his welcome home banner to be perfect.
In the other room you hear the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of Joyce and Will laughing at whatever movie theyâve put on in the living room. Hearing their laughs makes you smile; itâs been so long since youâve heard them laugh.
The tune that Jonathan hums now becomes a familiar one, and absent mindedly you begin to hum along with him. The cool summer nightâs air encases the two of you, as if it senses that you want to freeze this moment forever. Youâre in the Byers home, pressed against Jonathanâs side as you hum together an old song from when you were both fourteen and thought you had the world all figured out,
Itâs nice, having this moment all to yourself with him. Moments alone with him have become few and far between, and it saddens you to think about.
Thereâs a new mall in town, Starcourt, and within a few months of it opening, Bookstrordinary has slowly been edging out of business. The entire town of Hawkins quickly fell in love with the mall, but with this love came the abandonment of downtown Hawkins.
Mrs. Waters can barely afford to have you work more than a few hours a day, so youâve been spending your days visiting Nancy and Jonathan at their internship at the Hawkins Post or hanging at Scoops Ahoy to see Steve and Robin. While your friends have been lovely, you canât swallow down the fear that youâll lose your job by the end of summer.
As if somehow reading your thoughts, Jonathan puts down his comic and pokes your cheek. âHey, Iâve been meaning to ask if you and Nance thought of anything else to try and save Bookstrordinary.â
You glue down a letter and try to distract yourself with the miniscule task. Nancy has been brainstorming a million ideas to try and help Mrs. Water, and while you appreciate her effort, itâs no use. Swallowing down even more dread, you shake your head at Jonathan. âNo, nothing. Nancy offered to help organize a book drive to get more customers, butâŚâ
âIt wouldnât be enough.â Jonathan finishes for you.
âNot nearly enough,â you sigh, desperately wanting to change the topic now. âBut besides me possibly losing my job soon, how has yours been at the Hawkins Post?â
Now itâs Jonathanâs turn to sigh. âItâs⌠okay? I guess. IâI mean, definitely not what I expected it to be. The hours suck and the men are awful, butâŚâ he shifts uncomfortably and looks away from you, embarrassed. âA job is a job.â
You rub his arm, understanding what he means. The Byers have always struggled with money, but ever since Will went missing two years ago and Jonathan lost his last job at the Hawk movie theater, itâs only gotten worse. Theyâve tried hiding it, but last week you sneakily paid for Willâs ice cream at Scoops Ahoy while no one else was looking.
âI get it, bee.â You reassure him, hating that he even feels embarrassed in the first place.
Jonathan smiles and leans into your touch, appreciative of the fact that you know his family well enough by now to understand all heâs too ashamed to say. The two of you sit quietly for a few moments before he tries to lighten the mood with something else. âYou excited for your birthday, bug?â
âUgh,â you shake your head in disgust, which Jonathan laughs at. He knows youâve never really liked your birthday. âDonât remind me.â
âItâs in a few days, so you gotta suck it up.â Jonathan flicks your forehead and you swat your hand at him. âBesides, I bet $5 that Steve has some grand proposal planned for your birthday this year. Heâs spent the entire summer drooling over you.â
His words make you blush furiously. âHe has notââ
âHe definitely has,â Jonathan tries to flick you again but you dodge, giggling. âIâm surprised he hasnât publicly declared your love for you yet. I think thereâs a betting pool going around the party.â
You gasp. âYouâre lying!â
âNope. Lucas and Max both lost last week, they bet mid June. Now itâs only me, Nancy, Will, and Dustin in the running.â
âWhat about Mike and El?â
âMike didnât want to encourage you dating Steve and the party agreed it felt unfair to have El gamble seeing as how sheâs, ya know, still getting used to being in society.â
Despite yourself, you laugh. The idea is so bizarre and lovely, knowing how invested everyone is in your alleged love life, and it makes the worry youâve been feeling fade away. âCan I join the pool? If I actually lose my job, Iâll need the money.â
Jonathan scoffs at you. âThat goes against every gambling ruleââ
âPlease? I could be poor soon!â
âNo, itâs not going to happenââ
âButââ
A knock on the window cuts you off. The two of you look up at the sound and find Nancy standing outside, waving and smiling. You hurry over to let her in, happy as always to see her. Sheâs been spending more and more nights at Jonathanâs, always sneaking in through the window.
Itâs disgusting, and you couldnât be happier for them.
Jonathan helps the girl climb through the window and greets her with a kiss to the forehead. âHey, Nance.â
She smiles up at him with a shine in her eyes, and you know itâs time to leave. Itâs getting late, anyways. You start to gather your banner supplies as you greet Nancy yourself. âWelcome back, Wheeler.â
âHello to you too, Henderson.â
You wink at the girl and quickly ruffle Jonathanâs hair. âIâm going home, bee. My mom wants me to help prep Dustinâs room and I wanna have his banner done by tomorrow.â
âBike home safe, please.â He says with a stern finger pointed at you.
Rolling your eyes, you give a mocking salute to Nancy and Jonathan. âUse protection, kids. Iâm too young to be an aunt.â
Nancy gasps while Jonathan practically trips over his own two feet at your words, and you laugh. You leave them alone to compose themselves, closing the door to Jonathan shouting, âThat wasnât funny!â
Youâre still giggling to yourself when you walk into the living room and see Joyce and Will sprawled on the couch. Their movie has just finished, the credits are rolling as you stand next to the TV and wave goodbye to them.
âYou leaving so soon?â Joyce asks, surprised to even see you leave Jonathanâs room in the first place.
âYeah, gotta finish up Dustinâs welcome home banner,â you hold up your supplies. Then, through the houseâs thin walls, you all hear Nancyâs soft giggle. At the sound, you lean in close to Joyce and Will and dramatically whisper, âPlus, between the three of us, company came, soâŚâ
Willâs eyes widen. âYuck!â
Joyce chuckles, remembering how in love she was at Jonathanâs age back then. âWould I be a bad parent if I told Nancy she could just use the front door?â
âI donât think so, but itâs fun watching them think theyâre getting away with it.â You steal a piece of candy from the bowl Will had been eating out of, and he holds it up higher so that you can grab more. âThanks, little bee.â
âYou think itâs fun teasing Nancy and Jonathan now, Y/N, but when youâre the one sneaking in through a boyâs window one dayâŚâ Joyce shrugs, a twinkle in her eye. âYouâll understand.â
Will looks up at you with his own evil glint in his eyes, and before you can stop him, he turns to his mom and says, âI wonder how high Steve Harringtonâs window is.â
You pretend to attack Will and he giggles as he flees his seat and runs to the other side of the living room. âWill Byers I will spit in your cookiesââ
Joyce covers her mouth and gasps. âY/N, are you hiding a boyfriend from me?â
Quickly you stop chasing after Will, terrified of the idea of the woman thinking youâd hide anything from her. âWhat? No! Iâm not dating Steveââ
âYet!â Will exclaims from across the room, but his retaliation is followed by a shriek as you chase after the kid again.
âIf you keep this up, Iâm telling Steve to stop letting yâall sneak into the movies!â You threaten as you chase the boy around the room.
Joyce watches in amusement, sheâs never been able to take her eyes off of you when youâre with her boys. Will dodges a grab and you stumble, giving him just enough time to hide behind his momâs armchair.
He pokes his head out at your threat, his eyes now uncertain. âYou wouldnât really tell Steve that, right?â
Catching your breath, you collapse onto the couch and shake your head at him. âNo, little bee. I wouldnât.â
Youâd never do that to Will. Heâs been so keen on spending as much time as possible with the party this summer, spending each and every moment planning DnD campaigns and biking all over Hawkins to spend mere seconds together. Will has spent all summer trying as hard as possible to be a kid again because so much of his childhood was stolen by Upside Down.
Will slowly gets up from behind the armchair and sits next to you, relieved. âOkay, good. We wanna see a movie tomorrow night and I already promised everyone youâd get Steve to let us in. That wouldâve sucked.â
You and Joyce laugh at the boyâs response, and it feels so good to have this moment with the two of them. You allow it to wash over you for a second, the Byers home has always had such a comforting effect on you, before getting up and gathering your things once more. âI really should go, though. My mom is waiting.â
Joyce and Will say goodbye and tell you to be safe on your way home, and it warms something within you. As you bike down their driveway home, you inhale the summer nightâs air and wonder, days before you turn seventeen, how much longer you have left of just this: being a little kid going home after a long day.
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When you get home, Tews greets you with an angry meow.
The cat had been a Christmas gift for your mom from you and Dustin, seeing as how you accidentally killed Mews. Your mom had cried seeing the little kitten, and had cried even harder when your brother suggested the stupid name âTews.â
But it stuck, and now Tews glares at you as you take your time feeding her.
In Dustinâs room you can hear your mom rustling around, frantically cleaning the place as if it currently isnât the cleanest itâs ever been since the kid has been gone all month. After you feed Tews, you make your way over to your brotherâs room to help with cleaning.
A few hours later, youâre laying in bed, exhausted from your long day. Dustinâs banner sits on your desk, right next to the phone that resides in the corner. Yawning, you glance at the clock, but when you see the time, you smile.
The phone rings.
âRight on time, honey.â
âArenât I always, angel?â Steveâs voice soothes your aching bones, his words like honey, the very thing youâve come to associate with him.
Phone calls have become more and more common between you and Steve. Youâre not sure when this tradition formed, but when you arenât at Scoops and he isnât at your house infiltrating your family, youâre on the phone with one another.
Hearing Steveâs voice puts you at ease, and it wasnât long before you started calling each other before bed every night.
âHow was your day?â You ask him, spinning the phoneâs cable around your finger as you lay in bed.
Steve lets out a dramatic groan. âI swear, after you left today, Robin intentionally amped up her taunts. Itâs like youâre her buffer or something. The second you leave,â you hear him snap his fingers, âshe turns against me!â
âRobin would never do that.â Your voice is monotone as you say this, which only makes Steve groan dramatically once more. Robin would most definitely do that; you both know this.
âYou two are the worst together.â
âYeah, well,â you pull your blankets up to your chin and readjust into a comfier position. Your eyes feel heavy and Steveâs voice settles over your body. âPrepare for more pain tomorrow night. Will and the party have grand plans to sneak into yet another movie.â
Steve sighs. âThose kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.â
âYou call it manipulation, I call it bonding.â
Another sigh escapes Steve. âYouâre going to be the death of me.â
âAnd yet you stay.â You tease.
âAnd yet I stay.â
You bite back a smile; you can almost perfectly envision Steve laying in his own bed, phone pressed to his ear with his hair messy and eyes half lidded as he talks to you. You wish, more than anything, that you could be there with him right now; instead, you fall asleep to the sound of Steveâs voice, slightly raspy from his own exhaustion.
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The next day you wake up to an empty house. Your mom has been spending her summer at Hawkinâs pool, like all the moms in town now do, to admire Billy at his new job.
It grosses you out to no end, and when your mom comes home some days swearing that Billy winked at her, you have to swallow down the phantom pain of his fingers wrapping around your windpipe.
By the time you get to work, Downtown Hawkins, as always, is a ghost town.
Itâs been this way ever since Starcourt opened, and as you park your bike and lock it up, you canât help but be unnerved by how quiet everything is. It was only a few years ago that you had to scream at a crowd of onlookers when Jonathan and Joyce had had that fight when they had found Willâs body in the quarry.
Now, walking slowly towards the front doors of Bookstrordinary, all you hear is silence in the once lively area. There are posters scattered throughout the old town, but theyâre worn from the sunlight and torn from the weather. Itâs a depressing sight.
Mrs. Waters greets you kindly when you walk in. âHello, dear.â
âHi, Mrs. Waters.â You give her a quick peck on the cheek as you quickly swipe your card to clock in. The bookstore is empty. âAny new shipments today?â
The old woman shakes her head forelonly. âAfraid not. We still havenât sold last monthâs shipment.â
You duck your head down and curse. This is the second shipment you werenât able to sell. âIâm sorry, Mrs. Waters.â
âOh, donât be!â She walks over to you, her wrist shakes as she uses her cane. She has aged so much these last few years. âIâve owned this store for thirty years, dear. Iâm just happy that I can give you and Alex a job before you kids go off to college. Besides, itâs given me something to do these last few years without my husbandâŚâ
The womanâs eyes glaze over, something that has started to happen more and more now, and you grab her arm gently and give her a little shake. âHey, Mrs. Waters. You still with me?â
She blinks, looks around in a confused daze, before breaking into her old smile once more. âOf course I am! Now, sort some books while I ward off those debt collectors with this cane.â
Despite the gravity of the situation, you canât help but laugh at Mrs. Waters as she waves her cane around madly and gives you a wink. She hobbles back to her office and leaves you alone with the books and the ghost of Downtown Hawkins.
Only two customers come in during your four hour shift, and by midday Mrs. Waters releases you so that she can give Alex a few hours of work as well. Sheâs trying her best to keep you both hired for as long as she can, so she splits your hours. What she doesnât know is that Alex now has a job at Hawkinsâ pool and only comes into work because he just canât bear to quit, and neither can you.
You bike to the mall, sad and needing a pick me up. Jonathanâs teasing from last night echoes in your head. How could you possibly think about your birthday when your boss is slowly losing both her mind and her business?
At the mall, your feet unconsciously take you to Scoops as they always do. This has become your favorite part of your dreary days: going to Scoops after work. The smell of ice cream greets you as you walk into the shop.
Robin sees you first and waves excitedly from the register. âY/N!â
âItâs me!â You run up to the counter and lean over it to squeeze the girl into a tight hug.
Thereâs a loud crash from the backroom and just as youâve pulled away from Robin, Steve bursts through the doors and leaps over the counter to join in on the hug. âThank God youâre here, Robin was about to make me clean the tables.â
You giggle while Robin scoffs, pulling away. âItâs your turn, dingus.â
Steve, still hugging you from behind, hums. He begins to rock you back and forth in his arms, which only makes you giggle more, while he pretends to think about what the girl has said. âNope, donât remember it being my turn.â
Robin gives you a pleading look to back her up, and you reluctantly slide your arms over Steveâs and release his grip. He groans in complaint at the loss of your touch, and you roll your eyes at him as you turn around to now face him. âCâmon, letâs go wipe the tables so dear Robin can man the register in peace.â
Steve groans even louder now as Robin cheers, and you snatch the rag from his pocket and begin to wipe down the tables. He follows eventually, moaning and groaning as he cleans next to you, and you hit your hip against his. âHey, at least youâre getting paid for this.â
âI give you free ice cream!â He argues, pieces of his hair falling out of his adorably dorky sailorâs hat that he has to wear for this job. Itâs incredibly endearing, and as he hunches over to scrub at a particularly dirty table, his thighs strain against his probably too short shorts and you canât help but stare at them. As you admire this spectacular show, Steve catches you and flicks your nose. âQuit ogling me and get back to your free labor, angel.â
âI wasnât ogling, I was simply admiring.â
Robin gags from behind the register. âI can hear you guys, you know!â
You and Steve both stick your tongues out at her before going back to work.
The hours pass by quickly after that. The midday rush of tweens and teens alike infiltrate Scoops, so Steve helps Robin fling ice cream while you get comfortable in your designated booth in the corner. Youâve hidden a supply of comics underneath one of the boothâs cushions and you spend your time catching up on the latest Spider-Man arc.
Youâre so engrossed in what youâre reading that you donât notice a body slide into the booth next to you until the person speaks.
âSpider-Man, huh? Heard heâs a pretty cool guy.â
Startled by the strangerâs voice, you almost drop your comic in alarm. When you see that itâs just Jason Carver sitting next to you, you place a hand to your chest and inhale quickly, trying to settle your rapid heartbeat. âChrist, you scared me.â
âSorry!â He genuinely looks apologetic, so you wearily set down your comic and straighten up.
Youâve never spoken to Jason before, even though youâve been in the same classes ever since eighth grade. Heâs always ran with the popular crowd, being a jock and all, and youâve always ran with Jonathan. However, despite being on the basketball team, Jason has never been mean to either of you, so you figure itâs safe to offer him your attention.
âCan I ask why youâre here?â You cock your head at him, feeling your hair fall over your shoulders.
Jason smiles at you, in a sort of cute and charming way. âStopped by to get my little sister some ice cream,â he points to a little girl next to him, who waves at you, and you wave back. âThen I saw you sitting here all alone reading one of my favorite comics, so I figured it wouldnât hurt to say hi to such a pretty girl.â
You blush at his bold words. Youâve never received such attention from anyone before, at least not anyone normal thanks to Billy, and youâre not really sure why Jason seems to be paying attention to you now. Heâs had years to do this.
Jason sees your sudden shyness and chuckles. He stands up and offers you his hand. âWhy donât I buy you some ice cream, maybe you could help me show my sister around the mallââ Steveâs shoulder collides roughly into the teenâs, causing him to stumble into his sisterâs ice cream cone and get chocolate ice cream all over the front of his pants. Jason looks up at Steve and balls his fists in anger. âWhat the fuck, Harrington?â
You quickly cover the little girlâs ears, though she giggles.
Steve shrugs as he looks at Jason. âSorry, man. Didnât see you there.â Then, he turns to you, and offers his own hand. âAnyways, I think itâs time for your daily free ice cream, angel.â
Jasonâs eyes narrow as you accept Steveâs hand and spare him an apologetic glance. Before you leave, you dig some cash out of your overalls and hand them to him. âFor your sisterâs new ice cream cone.â
He sighs and accepts the money. Jason knows that Steve is still holding your hand as he stands behind you, but he has nothing else to lose at this point. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. âI didnât stand a chance, did I?â
Steve twirls you with your interlocked hands, causing you to giggle, and guides you to the ice cream counter. As he leaves, shouts behind him, âNot at all, buddy!â
You know you should feel bad, but Steve twirls you again and all you can do is giggle breathlessly as Jason Carver walks out of Scoops with his sister in tow.
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Later that night the mall is busier than ever, and as youâre gossiping with Robin about Steve ruining Jasonâs pants, youâre interrupted by Mikeâs grubby little hand repeatedly hitting the bell.
Seems itâs time for their movie.
You flick the kidâs head, which Lucas, Max, and Will snicker at. âEnough!â
âOw, Y/N!â
âThanks,â Robin sends you an appreciative smile before she calls towards the backroom, âDingus, your children are here!â
Within seconds, Steve opens the sliding windows and sighs when he sees Mike and the party. âAgain? Seriously?â
âI warned you.â You say, shrugging at his annoyance. âLet the kids have some fun.â
Mike rings the bell again. âDo what Y/N says.â
Steve sighs in defeat and motions for the kids to follow him behind the counter. âFine, but only because Iâm nice, not because Y/N said so.â
âRight.â Everyone says, not at all believing him, which Steve chooses to ignore.
You all follow him through the back entrance of the mall. Checking to make sure the coast is clear, Steve waves the kids inside. âI swear, if anybody hears about thisââ
âWeâre dead.â The kids all respond, voices monotone with annoyance after hearing this threat a million times.
However, before they all leave, Will gently tugs at your hand to get your attention. âAre you coming with?â
You want to say yes, but then you catch Steveâs eyes and he silently pleads with you to stay, and you know you canât tell him no. Squeezing Willâs hand, you shake your head. âSorry, little bee. I promise I will next time, though.â
Mike scoffs in disgust, disappointed in you. Your relationship with Steve has always confused him, and youâve only gotten closer to the teen since Dustin left for camp. He pities what the boy will think when he comes back to his sister all lovey-dovey with an idiot like Steve Harrington.
Once the kids leave, you go back into Scoops with Steve and settle into your booth once more. Grabbing your comic, you flip to where you left off before looking up at the teen and saying, âyou have me for another hour. I canât be out late tonight, Dustin comes home tomorrow and I promised Mike Iâd be up at like seven to let everyone in.â
Steve salutes you and hops back behind his counter to help Robin with some customers. You smile at his antics and go back to reading. A few minutes pass, Spider-Man has just kissed MJ, before the lights above you start to flicker and then go out completely.
Everyone in the mall gasps and murmurs in a slight panic as theyâre thrown into darkness. The hair on your arms stands up; you no longer trust lights that flicker. Robin catches your eye and gives you an odd look when she sees the fear on your face.
âScared of the dark, Y/N?â She teases, not understanding what you really fear: what lies below Hawkins.
âThatâs weird,â Steve mumbles to himself as he goes over to the light switch. He starts to flip the switch repeatedly, and you roll your eyes at him. Heâs an idiot sometimes.
âThat isnât gonna work, dingus.â Robin says, looking over at you once more as if to silently ask, why are you attracted to him?
You shake your head at her as Steve continues to flip the switch, now only quickening his movements. He stares Robin down as if to challenge her. âOh, really?â
Nothing happens, because contrary to what Steve may believe, he canât fix what is likely (and what you hope) is simply a blackout from the summer heat. He flicks the lightswitch a few more times before the generators kick back on and Scoops Ahoy is once again lit up.
Steve raises his eyebrows at Robin and smirks at her, pleased. âSee? Let there be light.â
You drop your head to the table, now also questioning why youâre attracted to the guy.
However, when itâs time to head home and Steve walks with you to your bike outside, he kisses your cheek and wishes you a good night; you know that this is the reason youâve fallen for him: his kindness. With his kiss lingering on your cheek, you bike home.
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When Steve gets back from saying goodbye to you, heâs met with a nosey Robin.
She stands against the counter with her arms crossed. There arenât any more customers in the shop, they closed about ten minutes ago, and Steve was really looking forward to driving home and taking off his stupid uniform.
Robin, however, clearly has other plans.
âWhat did I do now?â He asks her, not daring to take any step closer.
âWhy havenât you asked Y/N out yet?â Steveâs eyes widen at the question and Robin knows sheâs got him cornered. âIâve spent hours with you guys, and itâs driving me insane that you havenât manned up!â
ââManned upâ?â Steve sputters out, completely offended.
Robin throws her arms out in front of her. âYes! I mean, itâs so obvious that youâre in love with her and that sheâs in love with you. Just⌠Just get it over with!â
Blushing, Steve slumps against the wall and closes his eyes. As much as it pains him to admit it, he knows that Robin is right. âItâs⌠complicated.â
âWell, go on.â The girl now hops on the counter and sits on it. âExplain it to me, then.â
âY/N used to be in love withâŚâ Steve stops, unsure if youâd want him to be telling Robin this. âSomeone.â
She rolls her eyes. âEveryone knows she was in love with that Byers kid.â
âRight.â He clears his throat, uncomfortable with the reminder that at one point, everyone in Hawkins truly believed you were destined for Jonathan. âWell as Iâm sure you know⌠He got with Nancy, whoâuh, I had been with.â
âOkay, so what?â
âIââ Steve isnât sure what Robin doesnât understand. âI needed⌠time?â
Robin frowns. âAfter Nancy dumped you?â
âTechnically I dumped herââ
âWhat does this have to do with Y/N?â Robin presses.
Steve groans and rubs at his eyes. Heâs tired and wants to go home to call you and go to bed with your soft voice in his head. âY/N understood that the breakup with Nancy hurt, andâwell. She told me sheâd wait for me. I guess. While I figured my shit out.â
Robin thinks this over for a minute. âOkay, I think I can understand that, butâwait, when did this all happen again?â
â... December.â He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the girlâs inevitable anger.
âHarrington!â
There it is.
âI know, okay?â Steve tugs at his hair in frustration. âIâm over Nancy, Iâve been over her since at least April, but⌠But whatâwhat if Y/N has lost interest in me now? What ifâmaybe I made her wait too long, orâor what if she thinks sheâs just Nancyâs replacement?â
Steve is rambling now, months of his anxious and insecure thoughts now spilling out. âI mean, itâd kill me ifâif I ever made her feel second to anyone! Sheâs⌠Sheâs incredible andâGod, I donât even know why she likes me and Iâve spent this entire summer trying toâI donât know⌠Figure out how to confess my feelings to her in a way that matters, ya know? Like, a grand proposal to show her that Iâm crazy about her.â
Robin is silent for several minutes after Steveâs frantic spiel, heâs panting by the time heâs done. Then, finally, she says, âDude⌠Youâre way overthinking this.â
Steve winces. âI mean, her birthday is in a few days. I can⌠I can ask her to be my girlfriend then. Thatâs romantic, right?â
âYouâre hopeless.â
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âDusty comes home today!â Your momâs shrill voice wakes you up as she prances around the house getting ready. You roll over in bed and stretch, tired but excited to see your brother again after a month of being apart.
You get out of bed and press a kiss to your motherâs cheek before telling her to drive safe. Glancing at the clock, you see that you have just enough time to shower before the party arrives. The entire thing had been Mikeâs plan and you were more than happy to help arrange everything.
After youâve gotten ready, you hear three swift knocks on your front door and you answer it. âRight on time, Wheeler.â
Mike salutes you as he and the others walk in. El gives you a hug and Max high fives you as the boys start setting up the robots. The six of you get started on the plan: place all the robots in Dustinâs room, all hidden in various corners, and then use Elâs powers to control them and guide him to the living room so that you all can surprise him.
Itâs a brilliant plan, one only a Wheeler could think of.
It takes you, Lucas, Mike, and Will to successfully hang up Dustinâs banner that took you all week to make. Thereâs cursing, yelling, a few trips, and multiple snickers from El and Max while the four of you struggle to hang the thing, but eventually you manage to secure the banner into place in the living room.
Just as youâve finished hanging it up, you hear your momâs car pull into the driveway and you quickly shove the kids into a closet. âQuick! Thatâs my momâs car, hide!â
Lucas yelps and Max punches his shoulder to shut him up, but thankfully you manage to close the closet door just in time before Dustin walks in. You hide behind the couch, quiet so as not to be seen by him, and carefully listen for his footsteps to retreat down the hall and into his room.
Once heâs gone, you scramble towards the closet and open the door. âOkay, heâs in his room, time for step two.â
âDid we all really have to hide in the closet?â Will asks, rubbing at his shoulder that had been shoved into a hanger.
âYes, now shush and hide behind the wall so he doesnât see you.â You order, and the kids all listen. Once youâre all pressed against the wall, you nod at El. âReady?â
âReady.â She responds, closing her eyes. Static fills the air and you hear one of the robots turn on in Dustinâs room. Then the other one turns on, then the monkey, and soon all the toys have been activated by Elâs powers.
Mike pokes his head around the corner. âOkay, now start leading the robots here.â
Blood slowly begins to drip from Elâs nose and you feel bad that sheâs doing this, but the kids all look excited, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât a little giddy yourself. The noise from the robots grows louder as El draws them out from the room and towards you guys.
You hear Dustinâs uncertain voice following behind them. âItâs just a dream⌠Youâre dreaming.â
Then Mike whispers to El, âNow!â
The robots all die in the center of your living room and slowly everyone starts to creep out from behind the wall. Lucas is holding his own poster he made and you hand everyone party noisemakers. Dustin is investigating the robots and doesnât hear you stalk up behind him. Max silently counts to three, and on her signal, you all blow your party noisemakers and surprise him.
Dustin screams and immediately holds up his Farrah Fawcett spray, blinding Lucas as he continuously sprays it. The poor boy screams as well and the rest of the kids back away, out of the line of fire. However, as soon as your momentary shock wears off, you manage to snatch the hairspray out of your brotherâs hand and save Lucas.
âWhy is Farrah Fawcett your weapon of choice?â You exclaim, shoving a still screaming Lucas towards your kitchen so that you flush the spray out of his eyes. Max joins, rubbing soothing circles into the boyâs back.
âWhy would you scare me like that after the hell we went through this year?â Dustin shouts back at you, clutching at his chest.
Dustinâs words make you stop for a moment and think. Huh. He has a point. âYeah, we shouldâve thought about that, honestly.â
âA little help here?â Lucas brings the attention back to him and you apologize, helping him once more to flush his eyes out. As you and Max tend to him, Dustin tells the others to follow him to his room so he can show them what he built at camp.
Max splashes some more water in Lucasâ eyes. âBetter?â
The boy stands up and wipes his face, though heâs careful not to touch his eyes. âStill stings.â
âI feel like I should call someoneâŚâ You mumble, Your first aid knowledge doesnât include Farrah Fawcett in the eyes.
Lucas blinks a few times and looks around. He leans in closer to Maxâs face and for a moment youâre scared heâll kiss her, but instead he chooses to be an idiot. âIs that a new zit?â
You wince and Maxâs eyes widen in disbelief. She looks at you and you both seem to come to the same agreement: grabbing the back of Lucasâ neck, the two of you shove his face back into the water. âWhat is wrong with you?â
Lucas screams again and you leave Max to deal with him, laughing to yourself as you go see whatever creation your brother has brought home. You love Lucas, you do, but you have no idea how Max puts up with his boyish antics.
Inside Dustinâs room, you find him and the others hunched over a collection of wires and metal pieces. You walk in and join them.
âI would like you to meet Cerebro.â Dustin presents his creation, but you honestly have no idea what itâs supposed to be.
You squint at it. âItâs⌠Pretty?â
âWhat exactly are we looking at here?â Mike asks, unimpressed.
âAn unassembled, one-of-a-kind, battery powered radio tower!â Dustin explains with a proud smile on his face.
A beat of silence passes before Will carefully asks, âSo⌠Itâs a ham radio?â
Dustinâs excitement only grows. âThe Cadillac of radios.â
âStill not understanding, buddy.â You now voice, usually always lost when it comes to the more AV stuff the party likes.
âThis baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast differences.â Your brother clarifies for you, and you nod along. âIâm talking North Pole to South. I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.â
You, Mike, El, and Will all look at each other in shock at the word that has just left Dustinâs mouth. âGirlfriend?â
Your brother nods, looking all smug, and you immediately berate him with a million questions. âWhatâs her name, where is she from, how long have you been dating. Tell me everything, now!â
âRelax, dear sister. Her name is Suzie, and Iâll explain in a second. We can even talk to her if you guys help me set Cerebro up on Weathertop hill.â
Youâre the first to start grabbing all the supplies, giddy and eager to hear more about your baby brotherâs girlfriend. Itâs almost too good to be true. Mike, Will, and El follow along and soon youâre all holding materials for Cerebro as you follow Dustin out of the house.
As you all leave, Mike starts asking questions again. âWait, so her name is Suzie?â
Dustin nods. âSuzie, with a âzâ. Sheâs from Utah.â
âPeople from Utah actually exist?â You ask, which the others laugh at.
âGirls go to science camp?â Will asks.
You give him a stern look. âAnyone can go to science camp, Will.â
âWhat Y/N said,â Dustin continues explaining his girlfriend. âAnd Suzie does, sheâs a genius.â
âIs she cute?â Mike canât believe what heâs hearing.
âThink Phoebe Cates, only better.â
You re-adjust one of the poles for Cerebro in your arms. âCan we focus on her being smart instead? I think she sounds lovely.â
From the kitchen, Max sees the four of you open the front door as she helps Lucas with his eyes. âWhatâs going on?â
âWeâre going to talk to Dustinâs girlfriend.â Will informs them.
Lucas whips his head up from the sink as he and Max exclaim, âGirlfriend?â
âI know, right?â You say, motioning them to follow.
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âAlrighty, one scoop of chocolate. Thatâs a buck twenty-five.â Steve hands the ice cream cone to the girl heâs currently serving. Sheâs pretty enough, and when he notices her Purdue shirt, he canât help but say something about it. âOoh, Purdue! Fancy.â
The girl smiles and hands Steve her change. âYeah, Iâm excited.â
âYeah, you know⌠IâI considered it. Purdue.â He types the code into the register and places the change inside. âBut then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real life experience, you know, before I hit college. See what itâs like.â
The girl and the friend sheâs with exchange weird glances, and Steve knows heâs rambling like an idiot. âUh, what I mean is⌠Youâre girls, right? How would the two of you like to be asked out by a guy?â
âIâm sorry?â Purdue girl asks, looking at her friend, creeped out.
The cash register begins to beep at him and Steve hits it a few times to shut it up. âSorry, uh⌠Anyways, say youâve seen this guy every day for like, months, and feelings are shared, you know, as they are. Then time passes and the guy never makes the move because heâs, well, heâs an idiotââ
âYeah, totally.â Purdue girl interrupts him and her friend giggles.
âExactly, so⌠This was, like, so fun. This little chat. Anyways, what do you think? How would you want the guy to ask you out?â Steve puts on his most charming smile, hoping that the girls will say that maybe he isnât crazy for waiting so long to ask you out. As he hands them their change, he drops part of it. âOh, sorry about that. UhâŚâ
âYeah, we wouldnât wanna be asked out.â Purdue girl says as her friend snorts.
âSure, but I mean, itâs complicated, you know? Andââ
Purdue girl interrupts him once more. âNo, Iâm sorry, but it sounds like you missed your chance and youâre like, really weird.â
âBut the guy isnât me!â Steve shouts as the two girls leave, only embarrassing himself even more. He sighs, closes his eyes, and wonders how he got here.
âAnd another one bites the dust.â Robin announces from behind him. He turns around and watches as she marks another tally underneath the you suck column of her whiteboard. Next to it is the column you rule, which currently has zero marks. âYou are oh-for-six, Popeye.â
Steve crosses his arms. âYeah, I can count.â
âYou know that means you suck and that Y/N isnât the problem here, you are, right?â
âYup, I can read, too.â Steve swallows down his annoyance, he knows heâs only done this to himself.
âSince when?â
âItâs this stupid hat,â Steve complains, as if this is the only appropriate answer. âIâm telling you, itâs making everyone think Iâm some pathetic guy who canât ask a girl out.â
Robin leans against the window. âYeah, company policy is the reason that youâre an idiot for not asking out Y/N.â She thinks for a moment and tries to offer the teen some advice. âYa know, itâs a crazy idea, but have you considered telling the truth?â
âWhat? That Iâm hopelessly in love with her? Sure, Iâm such a catch who couldnât even get into Tech and whose douchebag dad is trying to teach a lesson, now making three bucks an hour with no future.â Steve laughs at himself. âA catch who, by the way, couldâve been hers back in December had he not been a complete moron? What a great truth.â
Robin frowns, now feeling bad for making him feel this way. While she doesnât understand everything, she gets that Steve has had a difficult few months. Taking pity on him, she points out some girls approaching and tries to lighten his mood. âHey, twelve oâclock! Maybe theyâll see your side of things.â
Steve turns around and sees the girls as well. âShit, okay. Okay, I can do this! Iâm going in.â He quickly snatches the sailor hat from his head and tosses it to Robin. âScrew company policy, Iâm getting advice about Y/N one way or another.â
For a second, Robin has hope for him, but then he opens his Scoops Ahoy greeting way too loud and then immediately starts to ramble about you, and she sighs in defeat and marks another tally underneath the you suck column.
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Hiking up a giant, grassy hill in ninety degree heat while hauling heavy equipment for a giant radio that your brother built to talk to his alleged long distance girlfriend definitely wasnât what you had in mind today. In fact, you mourn the fact that you arenât working today.
Youâre only here to hear about Dustinâs girlfriend, honestly.
âArenât we high enough?â Lucas pants, voicing what everyone else is thinking.
Dustin shakes his head. âCerebro works best at a hundred meters.â
âYou know, Iâm pretty sure people in Utah have telephones.â Max quips.
You wipe sweat from your brow and cringe, you feel disgusting. âMax, youâve always been so wise.â
âSuzieâs Mormon.â Says Dustin, and you almost trip over a rock.
âYouâre dating a Mormon?â
Lucas talks over you. âOh, shit. She doesnât have electricity?â
âOh, thatâs the Amish.â Max corrects him, and you get flashbacks to when you had to correct Steve about Nazis and Germans.
Will frowns at you. âWhat are Mormons?â
âScary peopleââ
Dustin interrupts you. âSuper religious white people. They have electricity and cars and stuff, but⌠Since Iâm not Mormon, her parents would never approve.â
âPlease donât become Mormon,â you beg, dripping even more sweat. âI need someone sane in our family.â
âI wonât,â Dustin reassures you, though he has a far off look in his eyes. âBut itâs all a bit Shakespearean, donât you think?â
âShakespearean?â Max laughs and you also canât help but giggle.
Dustin doesnât let your teasing deter him from reminiscing, though. âYeah, like Romeo and Juliet.â
âThey both die, Dustin.â Itâs important to you that he knows this.
âBut they were also star crossed lovers.â
âWho killed themselves.â
Below, Mike shouts to the rest of you, âHey, guys!â
You all turn and you frown when you see just how far he and El are, both of them empty handed and dry as a daisy in the summer heat. When Mike sees that he has all of your attention, he taps at his watch. âThis is fun and all, but, uhâŚâ
âI have to go home.â El announces, her arm intertwined through Mikeâs.
Dustin points towards the top of the hill no less than a few yards away. âWeâre almost there.â
âSorry, man. Curfew.â Mike shrugs, he isnât really sorry and you all know it. He then grabs Elâs hand and they descend down the hill, giggling and enamored with one another.
With a gleeful laugh, El says goodbye. âGood luck!â
Dustin looks down at his watch. âCurfew at four?â
Youâre startled by the time, having assumed it was at least closer to six. Hopper may be an overprotective grump of a man, but not even he is crazy enough to enact a curfew for El at four in the afternoon. âThat⌠Doesnât sound real.â
âTheyâre lying.â Lucas explains, frustrated.
âItâs been like this all summer.â Will says bitterly, something that you take note of.
Max nudges you with her shoulder. âI think itâs romantic.â
âItâs gross!â Will voices again.
You bite your lip. âI donât know, itâs your guysâ last summer before high school andâŚâ
âItâs bullshit.â Dustin finishes for you, hurt in his voice. âI just got home.â
You flick him. âLanguage! But⌠I agree.â
Dustin watches with annoyance as Mike and El walk down the hill hand in hand. While heâs incredibly hurt that theyâve ditched him after being gone for a month, he remembers what Steve has taught him. People can suck, but thereâs nothing he can do about it. âWell, their loss, right? Onwards and upwards, Suzie awaits!â
Max and Lucas groan at the idea of continuing the hike while you admire your brotherâs perseverance. Youâre proud of him for not letting Mike and El ruin his plans with the others. Heâs excited to be home, and youâre more than happy to go along with whatever schemes he has planned.
Youâre about to follow the others up the hill when you realize that Will hasnât joined. You turn around and see that he has his hand around the back of his neck as he stands there, frozen. Then, he turns and faces Hawkins, stumbling back a bit as he does so, and you watch with a frown on your face.
âHey, little bee, are you okay?â You gently place a hand on his shoulder, which seems to break him of whatever spell heâd been under.
âIâm fine,â he lies, and you donât at all believe him. Will looks uneasy, as if heâs just seen a ghost. A part of you begins to worry, but you donât push him. For all you know, it could be about Mike and his growing distance from the others.
âWell, câmon, then.â You grab Willâs hand and together you ascend the rest of the hill.
At the top, Dustin drops his bag and sighs. âMade it!â
âYeah, only took five hours,â Max pants out, stumbling the final few steps up the hill.
You collapse onto the ground and fight to catch your breath. âI run almost every morning. I think I lost a lung back there.â
âWhy couldnât we just play DnD?â Will collapses next to you.
Lucas grabs the flask of water, and as you struggle to get air into your lungs, you watch as he chugs the remaining water without a care in the world. Max watches as well, annoyed, and once again you pity Lucas. Heâs such a boy.
Building the radio takes longer than expected. After your short five minute break, Dusin puts you all to work. Thereâs a million pieces to the thing and your fingers ache from screwing bolts into slots and extending poles. The sun has begun to set when you finally push the giant radio into an upright position. Itâs easily fifteen feet high, and itâs an impressive sight that you canât deny.
âNot bad, Dustin.â You admit, walking around Cerebro in awe.
âReady to meet my love?â He asks everyone, and you all sit down next to him and eagerly await. Dustin switches the radio on. âSuzie, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over.â
No one answers. All you hear is radio feedback.
Dustin scratches his nose nervously. âOne sec. Sheâs probably⌠Sheâs still there.â Again, no one answers, and he ducks his head down in embarrassment. âSuzie⌠This is Dustin, do you copy? Over.â
More radio static follows in the absence of Suzieâs response.
You wince, despite trying to appear supportive. You canât help it, this is embarrassing for your brother. While you donât doubt that he has a girlfriend, you admit that this doesnât look good for him. A long distance girlfriend who is hot and smart and magically needs a radio to communicate with? Unlikely.
âIâm sure sheâs there,â Dustin tries to explain to you guys, now even more embarrassed. âItâs dinner time, and sheâs busyâŚâ
âYeah, sure.â Lucas tries to be supportive and play along, which you appreciate him immensely for. Max nods as well, but Will just stands there silent.
âMaybe try again?â You encourage, trying to be nice.
Dustin nods and tries once more to contact Suzie, and it goes on like this for a while. He radios, no one answers, and eventually you and everyone else lay down in the grass as you wait for nothing.
Almost an hour passes and the crickets begin to chirp as the sun goes down and the moon comes up. Dustin is still trying to reach Suzie, but Max finally has enough. âDustin, come on! Sheâs not there.â
âSheâs there, alright? Sheâll pick up.â
âDustinâŚâ You sigh, unsure how to tell him that you also want to leave. You had plans with Steve tonight, he invited you over to watch a movie and you shouldâve left ten minutes ago.
Will lifts his head up from the grass. âMaybe Cerebro doesnât work.â
âOr maybe Suzie doesnât exist.â Lucas argues.
Dustin gasps. âShe exists!â
âSheâs a genius and sheâs hotter than Phoebe Cates? No girl is that perfect.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose at Lucasâ words and wait for Maxâs inevitable offense. He truly, deeply, is such a boy. As predicted, Max sits up and looks down at him with annoyance. âIs that so?â
Lucas shuffles up in panic, now realizing too late what heâs said. âI meanâyouâre perfect! I mean, like, perfectâin your own way, in your own, uh, special way!â
âLucas,â you hit his shoulder. âStop talking, dude.â
Max laughs, pleased with herself. âRelax, I was teasing. Iâm obviously perfect and Dustin is obviously lying.â
âOkay, no,â you now sit up. âHe isnât lying, itâs just a very unfortunate circumstance.â
Max doesnât listen and instead offers Lucas her hand to help him up so that they can leave. âCome on, Don Juan.â
âWhere are you going?â Dustin follows, not understanding yet whatâs happening.
âHome,â Max huffs, before remembering that youâre there, too. âBye, Y/N!â
âBye,â you wave at them weakly, knowing that this will only upset your brother further as she and Lucas slowly head home.
Dustin stands next to you now. âWell, guess itâs just us and Byers, Y/N,â
Will now stands up and awkwardly avoids your brotherâs gaze. âUm⌠Itâs late. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow we can play DnD, or something fun, like we used to?â
Dustin clenches his jaw. You know heâs close to tears, and it breaks your heart to watch. You stand up and rest your arm around him as he responds to Will. âYeah, sure.â
âWelcome home,â Will says sadly before he starts to walk down the hill as well.
You anxiously watch as he leaves. âBe careful, please!â
âI will!â He reassures you, knowing that youâre still terrified of losing him again.
As you watch Will, Dustin whispers to himself, âYeah, welcome home.â
His words break your heart even more. Forgetting about your anxiety over Will, you wrap both arms around your brother and hug him. He had been so excited earlier to be home and see all his friends after a month of being away. You understand that the kids are all growing up, but you had always hoped that theyâd grow together, not apart.
âYou still have all of July and August,â you try to comfort Dustin, desperately hoping that you arenât lying to both him and yourself. âIâm sure theyâll come around.â
Suddenly the radio attached to Cerebro switches on and Dustin pushes you off of him so that he can get to the radio in time. He stumbles over his feet and trips, and you watch with amusement and curiosity.
He manages to finally untangle himself from the radio and answers. âSuzie, Suzie, is that you?â
You sit down next to Dustin and lean in close to the radio, excited to finally meet your brotherâs girlfriend. Instead, you hear what sounds like a foreign language. Itâs distinct, slightly muffled, but you know what it is. âIs thatâŚâ
âRussian.â Dustin whispers.
Everything changes, then.
â
You force Dustin to go home immediately. He wants to stay, see if he can find any more hidden messages, but you refuse. Heâs elated, talking a mile a minute as you bike home, theorizing every possible answer as to why you heard Russian in Hawkins, Indiana.
âDustin!â You yell at him, terrified that someone could be listening. âNot here, okay?â
He deflates, but pedals home alongside you.
Youâre terrified as you bike home, a million thoughts are running through your head. You donât at all like what any of this could mean; youâve had enough sketchy government facilities and secret government agencies to last you a fucking lifetime.
When you get home, you order Dustin to go to bed.
âBut Y/N, weâve got to tell someone about thisââ
âTomorrow, okay? Just, please, Dustin.â Youâre exhausted and confused and overwhelmed.
Your brother senses that youâre at your limit and reluctantly backs down. âFine, but can we at least tell Steve tomorrow?â
Hearing Steveâs name puts something at ease within you. Tomorrow, youâll go to Scoops with Dustin and ask Steve what he thinks about all of this. Comforted by the fact that you now have a plan forming, you begin to calm down. âI promise weâll tell him tomorrow, okay?â
Dustin nods and heads to his room, wishing you a good night. When you hear his door click shut, you slowly head to your own room. Youâre terrified, and thereâs only one thing you want to do to lessen the fear that scratches at your throat. After crawling into bed, you call Steve.
He answers immediately. âY/N? Is everything okay?â
âIâm fine,â you breathe out, his voice like an exhale of a summerâs day. âI⌠Iâm sorry I missed our movie night.â
Steve laughs softly. âAngel, Iâm just happy youâre okay. I was getting worried there.â
You close your eyes. âItâs been a weird day.â
âDid something happen?â Steve senses that thereâs something you arenât telling him, which worries him.
âDustin⌠He may have found something, but I justâI donât want to talk about it just yet. I⌠I donât want to jinx it,â you squeeze your eyes tight and will away the fear you feel. âIâIâm just, Iâm so exhausted, you know?â
âY/N, are you in dangerââ
âNo,â you dispel any fear that Steve may feel. âI promise Iâm okay, I just really need to hear your voice right now, okay? Can you just talk to me, please?â
âOf course I can.â Steve agrees without any questions asked, and you love how he trusts you enough to do this.
Exhaling the remaining fear, you allow the warmth from Steve to hold you through the night. âThank you, honey.â
âAnytime, angel. You know that.â
And you do.
Steve begins telling you a story from today, how he dropped an ice cream cone on a toddler and enraged the mom, and you fall asleep that night to the sound of his voice over the phone.
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the mclaren boy mystery | part two
l. norris / o. piastri
summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna
a/n: sorry this took a little longer than i expected! it was so fun to make though. i didn't want to say who she's actually with because i feel like it's fun for the readers to have to figure that out too! so please share any guesses you have lol i'm interested to see what people think the outcome will be. hope you enjoy and thank you sm for reading<3
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yourbrother "my favorite brother"... As far as I know I am your only brother đ
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yourbrother Thank you least favorite sister, miss those days. Have to get back out on the karting track, been too long since I've beaten you
⤡ yourusername been too long since you've been beaten, you mean?
⤡ yourbrother Yeah, yeah we'll let the track times speak for themselves
⤡ user1 ok but we have to admit the brother sister banter is kind of adorable
⤡ user2 no bc she seems so sweet đ
user3 nah because what is max verstappen doing in this girls likes now????
⤡ user4 and the plot thickens đŻ
user5 she saw everyone calling her a fake f1 fan and said take a look at this
user6 yn hater club how you guys feeling right about now
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user8 honestly kind of hope she's dating one of them
⤡ user9 yall switch up so fast please đđ
user10 seriously..... you HAD to only post f1 related photos lmfao so totally pandering to the landoscar fans
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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!! couldn't have asked for a better race, congrats @/oscarpiastri and a huge thanks as always to @/mclaren đ§Ą
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user2 mclaren double podium... oh i used to pray for times like these
user3 oscar piastri you are insane omfg
user4 MY POOKIES LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!!!! đŤ
user5 save me landoscar SAVE ME
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⤡ landonorris you should probably get that checked out....
⤡ user6 THATS IT, ITS YN AND LANDO IM CALLING IT
⤡ user7 nah nah nah this is so giving gf of the bestie banter
⤡ user8 agreed hopping on the oscaryn train đŞđť
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landonorris eye spy a mclaren car down there?
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⤡ oscarpiastri same actually
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user5 she's so pretty i'm sorry guys i love her đľâđŤ
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user7 patiently waiting for one of the mcl boys to main feed post her then we know for sure âźď¸
⤡ user8 at this rate it still won't clear anything up
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⤡ user9 she has The wag stamp of approval WE MOVE!
user10 theres four e's at the end of 'time'....... landos number is 4 i've got it guys đđ
⤡ user11 seek medical attention STAT
⤡ user12 bro thinks this is a taylor swift album release
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yourusername oscar piastri sprint race winner AND mclaren double podium, better start calling me the good luck charm
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⤡ user3 well no shit it's just an instagram caption
user4 i cannot be the only one who finds the caption extremely weird
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⤡ user6 its just so odd like forcing yourself into the mclaren narrative completely taking away from the boys achievements writing it off as your own doing...
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⤡ yourusername you have not seen real attitude piastri
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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.
chapter six:
<last chapter> <next chapter>
â´ warnings: none!!
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â´ authorâs note: thought itâd be great to give u guys jackâs pov please donât kill meâor jack. also wanna say thank you to each one of you who take the time to read this series and give me your thoughts abt it. i cannot thank you enough. pls be patient with jacky, heâs just a boy :p nice reading yall!!!
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sophiamontenegro 'rip to my feelings' is out now đŞ i want to start this by saying thank you to everyone who helped me make this dream of mine come true.
all of the songs here mean the world to me, and i truly hope they help to heal some of you, like they healed me. please, don't let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve good things. you do, all of us do.
thank you grace, thank you john, thank you hannah, a special thank you to charlieputh and a huge thank you to all of you.
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charlieputh Youâre a genius and it was my pleasure đ congratulations, Soph!
morgan.grace I love you so much I might turn into a puddle. Soph, youâre one of the strongest, sweetest people Iâve ever met and Iâm so grateful to call you my best friend. I watched you put so much effort and energy into this, and i am proud. Happy RTMF day đŞŚ
billboard I am crying, youâre crying, all of us are crying.
user1 i knew this was going to hurt but DAMN Girl what the hell
user2 itâs been hours and Iâm still crying because of this goddamn music video. And i HATE charlie puth
user3 user2 NO GIRL BC SAME?? itâs so SAD
user4 Harris Dickinson if i fucking catch you on the streets youâre DONE
user5 off topic but do you guys think any of these songs were written for jack hughesâŚ
user6 user5 honestly no,, soph said this album has been in the making for one year and apparently they just broke up last week?
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sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes thank u, quinny
user43 sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes CHAT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???
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âHUGHES, the hell was wrong with you today?â Keefeâs voice sounded harsh and angry.
Even though there were two Hughes in the team, everyone knew who the coach was referring to.
âItâs just not a good day,â Jack mumbled, removing his uniform and not bothering to look up.
The locker room was dead silent, so everyone heard Keefeâs scoff. âNot a good day? More like not a good week,â he stepped closer, hands on his hips. âYouâve been off for the entire week and let me tell you something, son, weâre not making it to the Finals with you playing like you did tonight.â
Jack wanted to talk back so bad but deep down he knew Coach was right. He had been playing like shit, ever since that night at your house.
You. Just thinking about you made Jack feel like straight up shit. Something that never happened before.
He is handsome, he has thousands of fans. People paid to watch him play, people wore his jersey proudly. He could have any girl he wanted but still. Everything changed at that dinner, six months ago, when he saw you performing up close for the second time.
At that moment, he was mesmerized by you. Back then, he thought he was just horny and in the need of a good fuck but looking back now he knows that it wasnât just that. It was something bigger than himself, yet something he couldnât name.
âI get it, Coach,â Jack muttered, putting on his suit.
âI hope you do, kid, otherwise, you can just say goodbye to your NHL career and the Stanley Cup.â Coach barked before getting out of the locker room.
Ignoring the stares he was getting, Jack moved on autopilot, like heâd been doing the entire week, shoving his things inside his duffel bag and frowning.
âCap, wanna go out and grab some drinks? I wanna get wasted!â Someone, Jack didnât care to know who, shouted, talking to Nico.
ââCanât today, man,â Nico answered, duffel bag already on his shoulder. âIâm going to a concert tonight.â
That caught Jackâs attention, pulling him back from his thoughts.
âConcert?â He asked, looking at how everyone went quiet and stared at Nico. âWhose concert?â
âWell, you seeâŚâ Nico stuttered and somehow, even if he hadnât said anything, Jack knew exactly whose concert it was. âJust. A singer?â
âYeah, no shit is a singer, Hischier, I thought we went to concerts to watch electricians doing their shit,â Jack bited back, the frown just bigger now. âWhose concert, Cap?â He said the word like he was mocking Nico and even though he wanted to take that back, he didnât. Nico was an amazing person and it wasnât his fault you didnât want anything to do with Jack anymore.
âHum, wellââ
âFor fuckâs sake, man, just spit it out,â Bastian said, rolling his eyes. âWeâre going to Sophâs concert. Launching party, whatever.â
âWe?â Jackâs eyes doubled in size. âWho else is going?â
âShe invited the entire team,â Mercer answered, and Jack could swear he was one step away from passing out. âAnd Zegras.â
âYeah, the entire team minus you!â Zegras shouted, clearly not reading the room. None of the players said anything about your and Jackâs situationship-break-up but Trevor made it clear he was happy with the situation. âZegras is out in the hunt again, baby, âgonna give Soph the real D!â
Jack didnât even notice he moved until he felt a heavy hand on his chest, looking down and realising it was Nicoâs hand and he was now toe to toe with Trevor.
âWatch the shit you say, Zegras. Iâm not fucking with you.â Jack spoke slowly, eyes not leaving Zegrasâ.
âLike youâre going to do anything, Hughes. You lost the prize, now itâs time for her to know what a real man is.â
Jack stepped foward again, only to be stopped by Nicoâs hand.
âSheâs not a fucking prize and this is not a fucking game, asshole,â Jack said through his teeth, ready to punch Trevor right there and now.
âHow old are you two?â Hischier hissed, separating Jack and Trevor like a dad would do. âTrevor, shut the fuck up and donât talk about Soph like that. And you,â he looked and Zegras before looking at Jack again. âYou canât and you wonât do shit. You and Sophia arenât a thing anymore and thereâs no one to blame but yourself. Suck it up, Hughes.â
Jack wanted to punch all of them in their fucking faces. It wasnât his fault! He wasnât the one who published the article and he wasnât the one who sent that fucking picture of him and Ava leaving that party.
So what if she was his ex? That was in the past. He didnât even remember her name, for fuckâs sake. She meant nothing to him while youâ
âWhatever,â Trevor shrugged, before leaving the room.
âHischier,â Jack called before Nico left. He turned back and stared at Jack, eyes tired. Jack felt bad for acting like that and giving even more trouble to Nico but Trevor was a fucking assface. âI need to go to that concert.â
âUnless you have an invitation or a ticket, I canât take you there, man.â He bit his lips. âIâm sorry, but I wonât do that to Soph.â
Jack hated how Nico was clearly choosing sides and he also hated how he said her name and how everyone seemed very comfortable with calling you Soph but he pretended that he didnât care.
âIâm not going to talk to her, I justâŚâ his lips formed a straight line. He wasnât sure of what he wanted exactly, but he needed to see you. Ever since your album had been released, he had been playing it nonstop, trying to memorize every breath you took, every line you sang, every beat you produced. He just needed to see you. âI want to see her.â
âMan, you know I canât do that. Grace will kill me.â
âIâll deal with her, Hischier, I swear,â in that moment, Jack was glad everyone else had already left, otherwise itâd be humiliating.
Although he noticed, with shock, that he wouldnât mind begging in front of people if he got the chance to see you.
Nico ran his hands through his hair, muttering something in German before nodding with his head once.
âFine, but I swear to God that if you upset Grace or Soph or worse, both,â he got closer to Jackâs body, looking like he did when he was on the ice. Terrifying. âIâll personally make sure you wonât do that ever again.â
Gulping, Jack nodded once, before following Nico.
â âĄ
THE line outside the venue was gigantic, making the men inside the van yell and whistle.
Much to Jackâs dismay, all of the Devils who were your fans had been invited to your concertâ except him, of course. Which he thought was really, really shitty, by the wayâ and they were all excited, wearing shirts with your face on it and holding banners with your name.
Jack had to wear an all black outfit, with a cap hiding his hair and sunglasses. He thought he looked ridiculous but unfortunately, Nico was right: you couldnât see him. He knew that if you did youâd be upset and the last thing he wanted was to ruin your night and concert. So yeah, hiding himself it is.
They left the van, entering the building from the back entrance, not wanting to cause a commotion out there in the front. Jack had been told this was just a small concert but the place looked packed with people.
âOkay, so,â Nico started, wearing his Captain belt once again. âGrace will be here in a second, and she will give us the VIP necklaces so we can go to our sets,â he turned around, facing Jack. âI honestly donât know what to do with you. Grace will probably kick you out but at least I did my part.â
Jack just nodded, already thinking of millions excuses he could say to Grace so she would say yes.
True to Nicoâs words, Grace showed up not even a minute later, wearing a red, tight dress and heavy makeup. She looked beautiful.
âHi, fellas!â She walked in, smiling brightly. âNice seeing you all, Soph will be happy with you being here andâ what the fuck are doing here?â Her smile was gone, and now the only thing left was a scowl on her face.
Jack smiled awkwardly.
âGrace, listen, he asked me to bring him here because he wanted to see Sophââ Nico started, only to be interrupted by Graceâs harsh words.
âI donât give a single fuck, Nico, what the hell!â She was starting to leash out on Hischier so Jack knew he had to say something.
âSheâs not going to see me, I promise,â he replied.
Grace laughed. âOf course she isnât going to see you because youâre going to leave!â
âGrace, come on,â Jack muttered, ready to beg to another person just to see you. Fucking shit. âI can sit in the back, thereâs like a thousand people outside. She wonât see me.â
âBaby,â everyone looked at Nico as he approached Grace. Jack frowned. Since when were they together? âI told him that if he did anything bad Iâd punch the shit out of him myself. He will behave.â
âIâm not a dogââ
âFine,â Grace sighed, loudly, already looking like she regretted saying yes. âNico I swear that if Sophia sees him or if someone takes any pictures of him here, Iâll snatch your dick out of your body.â
All of the men there made an ouch sound, faces amused and terrified. Nico only nodded, after giving Jack the scariest look ever.
Grace gave them their badges and asked for another one for Jack. Everyone there was running around and shouting things, probably all worried about everything being perfect, and Jack found himself smiling because you were surrounded by people who cared about you and your work.
Turns out that sitting in the back really meant sitting in the back, because Grace gave Jack a really shitty seat that despite being small as fuck, had a really good view of the stage, even if itâd be impossible for you to spot him.
Jackâs hands were sweaty and his heart was racing in his chest. The place was packed with all different types of people, from children to adults, and some grandparents here and there.
He was proud. He remembered how excited you were for this album, for this little concert, and watching how youâve managed to ace all of that, made him smile under his hand.
The rest of his teammates were sitting in the VIP section, really close to the stage, and hell if Hughes didnât envy them. But he knew this was for the best.
Thirty minutes after he sat down, the lights dimmed and only the stage was on. The screams were so fucking loud and if Jack wasnât already used to people screaming his ears off during games, heâd probably have a fit right there.
âLadies and gentlemen, Sophia Montenegro.â
Nothing could ever prepared Jack for the sight of you on that stage. Itâd been two weeks since you last saw each other and the last time was awful, his heart hurting every time he remembered the sight of you crying and remembering he was the reason why.
But watching as you stood on top of some kind of platform, wearing a black, glittery body suit, with heels and black, see through socks. Your hair was styled in a way that drove him absolutely crazy, and now he wasnât so sure that coming to this concert was a good idea after all.
âOne year, ten thousand bad moments
But it was dressed up in heated emotion
And I tried to look for the best in the worst
But like, fuck me, that caused a commotion.â
Your voice was perfect, of course it was. Somehow, you knew how to sing live even better than the recorded songs, and your stage presence was out of this world. Jack looked at you as you moved around, singing and dancing and waving at people and interacting with the band, not knowing what to do with the weight on his chest.
He was happy to see you, he really was, happier than heâd felt in this entire week, but fuck if he wasnât hurt. Watching you from afar was even worse than not watching you at all, because he was reminded again and again that he lost you.
Even if he still thinks it wasnât exactly his fault.
The crowd was loud, people were dancing here and there and Jack could swear the girl in front of him was crying.
âOh, you're so vicious
Love me, then pretend you didn't
Crush my heart and wreck my image
Why you gotta be so, so, so
Oh, you're so viciousâ
You were sitting in the middle of the stage, microphone in your right hand, singing with your whole heart. Anyone could see how alive you felt whenever you sang and honestly, it was beautiful to witness.
The song continued, and every second Jack was taken aback by how beautiful you were. So fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, inside and out, full of life and happiness and joy.
He only noticed that the song had ended when he heard people cheering louder than they were before, and he started to pay attention again.
There you stood, in the middle of the stage, trying to even your breath. You were smiling so hard, cheek to cheek, eyes shining so bright even Jack in his shitty ass seat could see it.
âHi, guys,â you were out of breath but your voice still sounded like honey to Hughesâ ears, and he had missed the sweetness. So. Much. âOh my god, thereâs so many of you in here, what the hell.â
People laughed, and Jack found himself smiling.
âHi, Iâm Sophia,â you said, shyly, like the people there hadnât paid to see you. âThank you for being here, guys. Itâs been a while since I last saw you guys face to face. Last time was in Coachella, back in April, right?â
People shouted many things, you smiled.
âSo a week ago I released my fifth album, rip to my feelings,â more cheering. âI know the title is corny but I couldnât find better wording. This album, and Iâve said this countless times, means the world to me,â
âFuck Harris Dickinson!â Someone shouted and everyone started laughing, including you.
âYeah, yeah,â you agreed. âI hope you like the show. Iâve also heard that we have some special guests tonightâŚâ
Jackâs heart stopped. For some idiotic reason, he thought youâd say his name. Until he reminded himself that you and him were no longer a thing and you didnât even know he was there.
âPlease, please, please, make some noise for my favorite hockey team, the New Jersey Devils!â
The camera focused on the fifteen men sitting on the VIP section, who got out of their seats and started shouting, while showing off their merch, making the other people cheer too.
Jack knew he shouldnât, but he felt jealous all the same. He should be there, cheering for you and kissing you in front of all of them. Maybe punching Zegras in the face while he was at it too.
âThank you for coming, guys,â you smiled again, before you started singing the next song.
Jack was mesmerised with you for the next hour and a half. How you danced, how you sang, how you twirled around, how you looked so fucking gorgeous in that tight outfit. How your eyes shined, how your body was perfect, and how he wanted nothing more than you.
The concert went well, like everyone knew it would, you making yourself comfortable, and at home: talking with your fans, taking pictures with them, handing the mic to some of them, who sang awfully in Jackâs humble opinion. Even if the majority of the songs were sad and soul crushing, you made sure people enjoyed themselves.
You were a true sight.
âNow, this is going to be the last song,â some sad ooohâs were heard and you smiled, nodding with your head. âI know, I know, Iâm sad too but you all have to go home and these people here,â you pointed at the band behind you. âAlso have to go home. But,â you raised your finger, moving your body until you were sitting on the edge of the stage. Some of your fans shouted. âI have one more song for you. This one isnât in the album because I wrote this recently, but I still want to show it to you guys.â
More cheers, more shouts, more people crying.
âThis oneâs called Bad for Business and will be available on all streaming platforms by midnight.â Jack watched as you smiled, making him raise and eyebrow. He didnât know about this one.
âHe's good for my heart but he's bad for business
Tears me apart when he grants my wishes
All of my friends think I've gone crazy
But they don't know me like my baby
We look good in photographs
I like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes
I know they'll always land
Used to get work on time
But now you're taking up my nights
Never been so glad to be so tired
Ooh, I'm mad for you
It's sad but true and I know it
Ahh, you're on my mind
You stole my life and it's showinââŚâ
Jack couldnât take his eyes off the stage, eating up every word. He knew this song was about him. It was as clear as day, and maybe he was just being cocky but he didnât care. It meant that he still had a chance.
He's good (good), it's bad (bad)
The best I've ever had (best I've ever had)
And he's so nice, it's sad (it's sad)
He ruined all my plans
And he just makes me so crazy
I know everyone sees
That he'll be the death of me
He still had a chance. He could still try because it was clear: you were still in love with him. Why else would you sing this? Why else would you write something like this?
He got up, he had seen enough. He left the venue with his head low, trying to walk without being noticed. He knew exactly what he had to do, and even if it sucked, it was the right thing.
â- âĄ
âI really hope there is a reason why youâre calling me in the middle of the night, Jack,â Quinn sounded tired but. He always did. âA good one, that is,â
âI need some advice,â Jack looked at his brother through the screen, noticing the eye bags and the tired eyes. Why the hell Quinn always looked like he had been hit by a train was unknown.
Quinn just hummed, signaling for him to continue speaking.
âItâs Soph.â
âDid something happen?â
Jack cringed. Maybe they did need to start paying attention to what happened online. âYeah, well, someone took a picture of me leaving the Halloween party with that girl named Ava whoâs apparently one of my exes and posted it online, making it look like we hooked up or whatever. Then, they talked shit about Soph and Soph kind of broke up with me after saying she was in love with me and basically calling it a mistake.â
Quinn stared at the camera for a good minute, and just when Jack was starting to think heâd fallen back asleep, he moved, caressing his face with his hand.
âThe hell is going on in New Jersey.â
âThatâs all you have to say?â Jack scoffed. âI didnât call you for nothing. If I wanted whatever the hell this is I wouldâve called Luke.â
âI mean, what did you expect to happen? One day your whore days would catch up on you. Everyone knew this.â
âWhy does everyone keep calling me a whore? Is this how women feel?â Jack frowned.
âThey call you that because you had a new girl every month. Every time you had a gala youâd take a new girl with you and of course people would talk about that.â
âOkay but I wasnât dating any of them!â Jack raised his arms, forgetting that he was still holding his phone and dropping it. Picking it up, he continued. âSo what if I had a new woman every month? The issue here is Sophia not wanting to be with me anymore!â
âI think that, before wanting to be with her, you have to know if you want a relationship at all,â Quinn said, calmly. âYouâve never had a girlfriend before, a serious one that is. A relationship is a commitment, especially when youâre dating someone as famous as Sophia.â
âI know that sheâs famous, I donât care about thatââ
âItâs not about her being famous, jackass, itâs about people forgetting that she is more than that. She is more than the Sophia who sings and dances, sheâs a person. Thatâs literally common sense.â
âI know that too,â Jack mumbled.
âSophâs been through a lot with that son of a bitch whoâs not even worth mentioning. I donât know much, you probably know about it better than me, but what I know is enough to make me want to punch him with my stick.â
âYeah,â Jack agreed. âI hate that fucking asshole. He cheated on her, lied, manipulated her and had the audacity to break up with her.â
âSo, knowing all of that, how do you think she felt when she saw that picture?â Quinn asked, eyebrow arched. âThe guy sheâs in love with, holding hands with his ex.â
âI didnât fuck her!â He raised his voice, tired of everyone saying the same. âI just took her home and went back to my place.â
âYeah, but does Soph know that?â
Jack frowned. âOf course she does. Iâve told her multiple times that I was only seeing her. And Ava was drunk, I wouldnât have done anything with her even if I wanted to.â
âYes because itâs very credible that the guy who used to date a new girl every month now suddenly only dates a single girl. Jack, sometimes I feel like you just donât think.â
âIf I wanted someone to call me dumbââ
âYou wouldâve called Luke, I know. But right now, thatâs what you need to hear,â Quinn sighed. âLook, I know itâs hard for you to understand but put yourself in her shoes. Just think.â
âEveryone keep saying this is my fault but I donât see how I am the person in the wrong here. I didnât publish the article, I didnât fuck Avaââ
Quinn sighed loudly again, interrupting Jack and staring at the screen for a minute, again.
âWhat?â
âSometimes I ask myself if we were raised by the same woman,â he shrugged. âJust imagine if Ma knew all of this. Sheâd probably yell at you.â
âGet to the point, Quinn,â Jack rolled his eyes.
âLook. Iâll try to make it simple,â he started. âSophia is in love with you. She fell in love with you despite knowing that you have a long history of dating. But, sheâs also hurt. And you made it all worse when you said the things I know you probably said.â
âI didnât say anything that badâŚâ
âOh, quit it, Jack. I know you,â Quinn smiled. âYou probably made her cry too. Thatâs the drill. Anyways, you have to ask yourself how do you feel about Sophââ
âI love her.â
They both stayed quiet for at least five minutes. Quinn just staring at the screen like he was reading a newspaper article and Jack staring back at him, looking like he was about to explode.
He hadnât stopped to think about what he truly felt for you. He knew he liked you, adored even, but he never thought of naming the things he felt whenever he thought about you.
But it was as clear as day. He loved you, he was in love with you.
âWell, then I think my job here is done.â Quinn finally said, breaking the silence.
âWhat?â Jack almost shouted. âWhat do you mean? You have to help me get her back!â
âI donât have time for that and honestly neither do you,â he stated and, well, he was right. They were in the middle of the season, and that was their job. Jack needed to get a grip. âIf I were you, though, Iâd start by apologising and telling her that you didnât have sex with Ava or anyone else for that matter.â
âOkay,â Jack breathed. âAnd then?â
âFigure it out yourself. Youâre a big boy.â
Jack groaned, leaning back on the couch. âFuuuck. This is so fucking shitty. I love her, and she loves me, why canât we just be together?â
âYou will, after you fix this mess.â Quinn yawned and nodded at you. âIâm gonna go back to sleep. You should too. Youâve been playing like shit lately.â
âFuck you. Bye.â
âBye.â
He hung up, throwing his phone on the pillow next to him.
How the hell was he going to fix this?
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"Use me like a drug!"
Drug Dealer! Seonghwa x f!reader
Highly requested part 2 of:
Drug Dealer! Seonghwa: "She's a regular here..."
Part 3 is out!!
Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the love on my first part of Drug Dealer! Seonghwa <33 Special shoutout to @ygswl for letting me use her ideas for my writing~ I hope you enjoy this continuation as much as the original!
Ps. Sorry if its not as intense as you hope it would be đ I'm the most romantic aroace person u will ever meet, I like NEED to include romantic stuff
CW: mentions of drug dealing/mafia/illegal businesses, drug dealer! Seonghwa, yunho cameo, seonghwa and reader are dating, fluff,!!SMUT!!, unprotected sex (pls stay safe yall), consensual somnophilia/free use, seonghwa cries cuz pussy too good đ
Seonghwa hung up the phone, his face a mix of irritation and anxiety. He started pacing the length of his office's shabby rug. MATZ had recently been losing customers, courtesy of the new company, PARADIGM, that entered the industry less than a month ago. He had just gotten off a call with Yunho, his supplier and good friend who had intel on them. PARADIGM was apparently backed up by the son of a rich mafia leader in the city. This meant that they had higher budget, higher manpower, and higher quality goods. And they were quickly stealing MATZ's spotlight in the local drug-dealing scene. Of course, Seonghwa was willing to resort to dirty tactics to get back his customers. But even if he was able to find a group of hitmen to raid and temporarily disrupt their business, MATZ would face even worse collateral damage in the process. After all, MATZ was still a way smaller operation compared to PARADIGM. This news was nothing but trouble for Seonghwa and Hongjoong's business and livelihood, and he knew it.
He continued pacing the room, swearing out loud when he accidentally stubbed his toe against the coffee table's leg. However, he quickly cut himself off when he remembered you were resting on the couch. Tiptoeing over to the slightly-battered, leather sofa in the middle of his office, Seonghwa caught a glimpse of you sleeping peacefully under one of his coats. His tense expression softened slightly. Ever since he had fucked you in one of his new faux fur coats, you'd started stealing his jackets and coats, often using them as makeshift blankets whenever you visited or felt lonely when he wasn't around.
He sighed as he thought about how you had came over on your free day to spend time with him, but had ended up falling asleep when he was taking too long to answer customers' calls and order cancellations. It was a tough, busy period for MATZ, yet you would patiently wait for Seonghwa to make time for you, wasting yours in the process.
"I need to lie down..." He mumbled to himself, as he made his way over to where you were snoring lightly on the couch. Perhaps cuddling up to his beloved girlfriend for a nap would help to temporarily ease the building migraine work was giving him. He stepped over your discarded clothes on the floor, taking note of how the jean shorts and flimsy t-shirt were probably uncomfortable for you to sleep in. Running one hand through his messy locks, Seonghwa unbuttoned his collar with the other to give himself a little breathing room, before carefully getting under his coat to spoon you.
However, despite the presence of your comforting scent and warmth, he still couldn't get the possibility of losing his beloved business out of his head. He knew that it was understandable to be concerned, but he was struggling just to find something else to think about, even if it was only momentary. Suddenly, he winced at the feeling of something pushing against his groin.
Looking down, he realised you were unknowingly pushing your soft ass against him. Your skimpy silk sleep shorts left little to imagination, and Seonghwa could already feel himself getting hard. He groaned under his breath. Out of all times he had to be horny for his girlfriend, why'd it have to be when you were asleep? The last thing he'd want to do would be disrupting your rest when you were exhausted from a long week of classes.
This, however, brought him back to a text conversation you had with him just a few days earlier. You'd noticed how Seonghwa had been very stressed lately, and had brought up the concept of free use to him. Essentially, you gave him your permission to let him use you for stress relief, even if you were asleep. Seonghwa's heart ricocheted in his chest thinking about it, internally thanking the gods for sending an angel to him.
He carefully tugged down your silk shorts, chuckling at how you shuddered when his cold palms came in contact with your dewy skin. He was taken aback at the wet spot on your lilac panties. Were you expecting this? His face heated up at the thought of you being all ready for him to use at any moment. As if you weren't already the perfect girlfriend for him. Hurriedly, he tugged aside your panties and fumbled to pull down his own pants.
Seonghwa bit his lip, holding back a whimper as he sank his hard cock into you. His neck arched back, stretching out the letters tattooed across his long neck. He buried his face into your exposed shoulder, inhaling your scent as he effectively caged your frame into his larger one. His breath hitched when you whined and shifted in your sleep, but he exhaled a sigh of relief when you fell back into deep sleep with a satisfied look on your features.
Slowly, Seonghwa began thrusting in and out of you, setting a slow but comfortable rhythm for himself. He swallowed his moans as he leaned in to lick and suck at the skin under your jawline, leaving behind faint purple marks that would surely show later on. Even in your state of unconsciousness, your body reacted to Seonghwa's movements, clenching on him every now and then and letting out quiet moans. "S-shit, you're so good to me, sweetheart... my y/n," he mumbled more to himself than to you. "Even... even when you're tired and sleepy, you still help me out... I love you so m-much." The stress from work started to melt away, the migraine disappearing along with it. Your warmth and closeness was so overwhelmingly relieving that your boyfriend even started tearing up. His restrained moans turned to desperate whimpers and hiccups. He reflexively slid an arm around your soft waist, pulling you impossibly close to him and allowing his cockhead to hit an even deeper spot in you. This startled you awake with a loud moan.
You blinked sleepily at your surroundings, aware that Seonghwa was balls deep in you at the moment. He was too deep in pleasure to notice you'd woken up, though. You sucked in a breath when he hit that deep, new spot in your cunt again, tilting your head to leave a kiss on his tussled black hair, when you felt hot liquid dripping down your bare shoulders and sliding down your collarbone.
"Hwa? Baby?"
Seonghwa jumped a little, suddenly made aware that you'd woken up. He hesitantly lifted his head from your shoulder to make eye contact with you. Puffy, teary doe eyes stared back into your own.
"..hwa? Are you crying?"
"Oh...uhm, fuck, yeah, I'm so sorry, sweetheart--"
He started pulling away from you, embarrassed to be caught crying while literally fucking himself into you. But you grabbed his hand and looped it back around your waist, earning a befuddled look from your panting lover. You offered a smile. "Stressed?"
He gave a sheepish smile and nodded, lips trembling and eyes still shiny from crying. You gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips.
"So use me. Use me like a drug."
Seonghwa's eyes widened.
âĄâĄâĄ
Shortly after the two of you had finished, it was Seonghwa's turn to fall asleep. You quietly watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The tears on his face that hadn't dried yet were gently wiped away by a tissue clutched in your fingers. How could he be so effortlessly beautiful? Your attention was quickly drawn away by Seonghwa's phone vibrating on the coffee table. Anxious that the noise might wake your knocked out boyfriend, you reached over to pick up the call.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Seonghwa? It's Yunho."
You let out a sigh of relief. You knew Yunho. He was a good friend of Seonghwa's and was also MATZ's supplier.
"Hey Yunho! This is y/n. Seonghwa's sleeping right now, and I don't wanna wake him up. What is it?"
"Oh my god y/n! Its been awhile since we talked. Seonghwa's resting? Thank god, honestly. Poor guy's been so stressed out lately, with that new company stealing all the customers. Did he happen to tell you about PARADIGM?"
"No, but they sound like trouble. Why'd you call him?"
"Fuck, yeah, I called because I got good news! There's another gang in the drug industry that's rivalling with PARADIGM. They're even planning to raid PARADIGM's hide-out within the next month. Both groups are around the same size and have similar backgrounds. High chance they'll wipe each other out when they eventually fight. I wanted to tell Seonghwa that he doesn't have to worry about losing MATZ anymore."
"Thank you so much, Yunho. I'll make sure to tell him the good news."
You hung up the call, bubbly with excitement and happiness. Seonghwa stirred in his sleep just as you hung up with Yunho. He rubbed at his eyes, mumbling a sleepy "who was that?". You leaned down to peck his lips, running your hand through his bedhair at the same time. "Go back to sleep first, baby. Rest and I'll tell you later." Seonghwa gave you a grateful grin and nodded before letting his head hit the couch pillow once more.
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Good job getting ADHD medication! Iâm so proud of you :D
thanks so so much im very happy and so hopeful for the first time maybe ever but also it TOOK ME LIKE. A YEAR. A YEAR.
like yall for real?? for real. for real i have been diagnosed since i was like six. (funny story my teacher thought i was on the spectrum so my parents get me tested with the nodes and shit and according to mom, who loves this story, my neurologist did all that and talked to me and then just turned to my mom and went "she's not autistic. she just hates the other kids" but they DID find an adhd diagnosis in there so net win for all of us)
diagnosed since i was SIX. on stimulants until i turned 8, and you know why i got off em? my pediatrician retired. we could not find another who would take our low-income insurance. so i just had to rawdog The Rest Of My Fucking Life. diagnosed when i was six. legally neurodivergent for 20 slutty slutty angry years.
and it still took me like. a few months to get a psych appointment. a few weeks to reaffirm my diagnosis as an adult. a few more weeks for another appointment for meds. he doesnt Want to do meds first, because i must have been doing fine without them if its been two decades, right? i got a job and a car and everything. well gee fuckin shittickers Dr. Brain Guy, just WHAT was my alternative? would you prefer i be maladapted to the point of incapacitation; is that what it takes for someone to be considered? i cheated my way through school. every day after work i sit for an hour in my car because i dont have the executive function to stand up and walk the ten steps to my house. garbage just appears around me. i have three empty bags of hot chip and two cans of sprite on my desk as we speak, neither from today. at that point i hadnt had a debit card for six months because that would have required me to Drive To The Bank, a location that was new to me in this area, so i just did everything on credit. is this all normal? is this fine? am i GOOD, actually, Dr. WeirdBrain?
so we cordially agree that yes i should probably be medicated. i want to do a stimulant. he does not want to put me on a stimulant. "stimulants can mess with your heart," he says, "and you're young, you don't want heart problems." i say ok because i dont want to make him think im just looking for narcotics. even though i am. because they WORK. i agree to try some kind of antidepressant.
the antidepressant gives me tachycardia. i go to the emergency room after reading a heartbeat of, oh, 140 bpm, which is about like double what it normally is and juuuust below the You Are Having A Heart Attack threshold. i get to the ER and the doctor there is very obviously convinced i'm a local addict having some sort of episode. it is the most ironic experience i've had all year and i feel an abrupt and all consuming kinship with those birds in australia that will swoop you and peck at your face for seemingly no good reason.
so yeah, we narrow it down to the antidepressant. as it turns out, these particular meds are known to, semi-commonly, Mess With Your Heart. i have my next appointment with my psych and somehow refrain from pecking his eyes out. he puts me on a noreprinephrine inhibitor(iirc) that isnt actually FDA approved to treat ADHD specifically(i DEFINITELY rc) but it IS given to smokers to help them quit. i dont smoke. i may very well fucking start before this whole ordeal is at the point where someone listens to me
it obviously does a combined total of jack and shit, and the man waffles with this one because he has "had success" using it as treatment for other ADHD patients. he ups the dose. twice. three months on the smoker meds, which are also apparently notorious for destroying your appetite, but they didnt even do THAT. no change to the average amount of hot chip on my desk.
he wants to try quelbree after that. i finally tell him i'm tired of this shit and would like to have more than two hours of usable daylight to function before it all falls to uncontrollable youtube shorts binges and a daily experience i like to call The Weighted Nothings and i would very much like to PLEASE. TRY A STIMULANT.
he's been friendly enough with me over these past four or five or whatever months but at this he gets suddenly very very business-baseline. gives me the whole spiel about the north american shortage. gives me a spiel about how i absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, lose or sell this medication, because they will not refill it if i do. i am sitting here wondering if he he's telling the truth about having other ADHD patients at all like ever in his career, and also, am i nuts or should the "don't sell your prescription drugs" bit apply to EVERYTHING? i dont fuckin know man i just live here
he says he wants a urine test first. its scheduled for two weeks out. i take it.
"hey uh, your piss came back with cannabis in it" "well it'd be weirder if it didn't, we are in california and i am a kitchen manager" "you can't have weed if you want adderall" "fine i'll stop" "we'll schedule you another test in a month" "aight bet" it didnt go exactly like that but this is kind of what the vibe between us has devolved into by this point.
anyway i wait a month and get a good grade in piss. i get the meds prescribed. i go to fill out the prescription
all i really need to say to you are the words "prior authorization error" for most of you to get what happened next.
the psych isnt even aware. i wait another month for our next meeting, which was yesterday. i do not yell at him. he tells me to take it up with the pharmacy, and yell at them. i am going to yell at them.
so i go, and guess what, it actually went through a while ago! NO ONE TOLD ME OR DR. FEEL-BAD OVER HERE. but we can't fill it right now because its a controlled substance so come back in a few hours. hey it's ready where the hell are you? TAKE YOUR METH AND GET OUT
anyway i started it today, reorganized my pantry, and fixed the fire alarm in my hallway that's been chirping at me for a week. i no longer have to wear earplugs to bed.
and with my newfound executive function superpowers, i will be spraying my weed-free piss all over Reagan's grave.
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Ghost x Reader x Konig: I Don't Need You (Ch. 10)
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Summary: Thankfully, things have been resolved between you and Konig. You start to settle in more with your team, and Roze shares a few thoughts with you over a smoke. The memories are still there, but just like the winter around you, they're cold and unwelcoming. You and Konig open up to each other a bit more, more than you had ever opened up to anyone.
WARNINGS: implications of masturbation, cursing, angst (if you squint?), plot building, graphic depictions of animal torture and death (PLEASE CONSIDER ALL WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME thank you kindly)
Notes: Yes! Hello! I exist!! I've been in a slump, and I really do apologize for that. Many of you have been very patient with me and I love and appreciate you all for it! I had to intake as much CoD literature as I could in the past few weeks to get me motivated, which helped a LOT (not to mention I discovered no fewer than ten works that currently have a hold on my heart). But it's here! I forced myself to write over half of the following chapter so that it would be less daunting to finish up. I also plan to make a wip post for yall, just to share will everyone what goes on in my rat brain.
This was edited at 3 am (god it's 4 am now, i just saw that), so if there are any grammatical or spelling errors you have my full consent to call me out on it! Please enjoy!
(sidenote, I completely didn't research how old you need to be to become a navy SEAL, so reader's age is a bit inaccurate in regards to that. pls ignore lol)
(last sidenote then you can read, does anyone have tips for customizing the layout of their fics? I see so many cool ways to style the font and cute banners and errything but I have no idea how nor what to do)
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The sky hung low with a blanket of gray. It looked like it was about to snow, although the threat was soon dismissed when noon came around and there wasnât a single flake. The air was cold and dry, forcing me to zip my jacket up all the way and tuck my nose into the collar. I blew steady, warm breaths into my jacket and tried to soak up the heat into my bones.
It was as if the incident had never happened.
Konig and I ended up driving to the liquor store, which was a blessing, since I had run out of Yeungling (and I didnât understand enough Turkish to converse with the clerk, nor did I have any of the appropriate money â Konig was graced with both of those necessities). We talked like there had never been a week and a half of silence between us. He talked about how he had nearly forced Ridgeback to drag me out of my room and into the common area, â⌠but it would have been too early for that.â He commented. That, and I would have rather died.
So life went on as normal: dreary, aside from shooting people and getting shot at. Nonetheless, it was normal, and there was a peace to be found in that.
I leaned against the building to the training room, with Roze to my left. I had intended to come out and soak up whatever natural light I could â when I saw her standing there, possibly trying to do the same, I felt the instinct to play it off as if I was just leaving the building. But she cocked her head in a greeting, and a part of me took an interest in her worry-free aura. Out of everyone, she always seemed to be the least-stressed person in the room, even in the middle of a warzone. It was the balm to my anxious mind that I never knew I needed, but gratefully stood by.
We remained together in a comfortable silence (one I would most definitely would not have been comfortable with a while ago), staring ahead, watching the indecisiveness of the brooding clouds above. I wondered what the rest of the world was doing â if they might have been as calm and carefree as us, or if they were in some kind of peril, and the horrors of it were blocked out by the clouds.
I was drawn back to the present when I heard the click click click of Rozeâs lighter. I turned my head and watched as she shielded the weak flame from the wind, lighting the cigarette that hung loosely from her lips.
âYou smoke?â I asked.
âSure do.â She replied nonchalantly. âWant one?â she extended her pack of cigarettes towards me.
I glanced at the box, feeling a sour taste in my mouth.
I lay on my stomach, my muscles still twitching and shaking as I tried to even out my breaths. Ghost had tossed a thin blanket over my lower half. I hadnât even moved from the position he had ruthlessly fucked me in â my body ached too much to even try, and my mind was still recovering from the past hour.
I watch Ghost as he reclined next to me, pushing the bottom of his mask up to place a cigarette between his lips. It was the first time I had seen any part of his face all day. He grabbed his lighter from the pocket of his pants that were discarded on the floor, lighting the end of the cigarette and inhaling. He tossed the lighter back down to the floor as he tilted his head back, exhaling a long stream of smoke. I watched it swirl in the lamplight, settling in a cloud around us. He continued puffing, staring at the wall across from the bed as I lay beside him, although I felt worlds away from him.
He'd started off the night with a mountain of stress from a mission gone sideways. Instead of the usual slow build, where he would run his hands under my shirt and kiss my lips slowly and tenderly â he had walked in and immediately demanded I remove my clothes while he began stripping out of his. I had assumed tonight was going to be a passionate one, until he threw me onto my stomach and shoved my face into the pillows. It wasnât the first time heâd been rough with me, but it wasnât just rough â it felt dehumanizing. An hour of constant, merciless thrusts, and a hand around my neck that restricted both my blood flow and my oxygen, and I had fallen into a state of shock.
But, in the end, I was happy to be caged in by him again.
I was happy.
He turned his eyes towards me, seeming to sense that something was off. He exhaled another puff of smoke. âEverythinâ alright?â he asked, completely void of any genuine concern.
I met his eyes with my own. I felt like I shouldnât have to answer the question, and it stirred up a bitterness in me. But I didnât feel like arguing with him, and I certainly didnât want him to leave â so I nodded my head, slowly blinking my eyes. âJust tired.â
He hummed and faced the wall again. He brought one of his knees up and rested his arm against it. âWant a smoke?â he asked, still looking away.
I shook my head as much as the pillow beneath me would allow. âNo.â I replied.
He sighed disappointedly. Apparently, my lack of enthusiasm after being used like an old fucktoy was irking him.
To be fair, I never spoke up about how I felt.
He grunted and rose from his position, snuffing out his cigarette in the ashtray by my bed, and picking up his clothes and pulling them on. My heart ached slightly as I watched him slide his shirt over his torso. I felt the threat of tears sting in my eyes as I wished his hands were holding me instead, keeping me warm and grounded. He pulled his jeans on and fastened them, buckling his belt rather quickly; and all while he faced away from me.
âWell, I know you probably need some alone time.â He muttered, sliding the skull attachment over his mask. âSo Iâll get going. Iâll see you around.â
He grabbed his tactical vest and jacket and slung them over his shoulder. He paused by the door. âThanks for tonight.â He mumbled, before finally leaving the room and softly closing the door behind him.
My eyes lingered on the ashtray with the half-smoked cigarette. A thin trail of smoke plumed into the air â I wanted to throw the tray across the room and shatter it. But it was Ghostâs, so I couldnât; I couldnât regardless, because it was a piece of him that remained with me, even when he left.
That, and the smell of smoke.
âNah, Iâm good.â I replied, facing the cold, empty base ahead of me.
âGood.â She said, pinching the cigarette and blowing a stream of smoke. âStay that way. Did you know these bastards give you cancer?â
I chuckled into the collar of my jacket. âDo they, now?â
She hummed affirmatively, sucking another breath in through the cancerous bastard. âWho wouldâve thoughtâŚâ
We fell back into silence. I continued watching the stillness of the base, trying to see if the sky would follow through with its promise to fall. Now that my free time wasnât spent holed up in my room, it somehow felt like there were fewer ways to spend it. With another mission on the horizon â a simple recon, yet dauntingly close to a heavily-guarded compound â no one was out and about when they usually were. Finding Roze outside and seemingly not worried was usual, however, and a warm sight, compared to how the rest of the team was on edge. Even Askel seemed grumpier than most days.
I hadnât been seeking out someone to spend time with, no⌠that I would never do (or admit). But talking to a familiar face provided a comfort I had grown to need over the past couple of months. And, frankly, I felt like Konig might be getting tired of how much I ran to him when I craved social interaction. Though he had never said anything about it, I felt like I needed to branch out to other team members than just my Colonel. One might think I was trying to kiss his ass (I knew the accusation had already crossed Junoâs mind, but the young soldier was good at holding his tongue â when Konig was around, at least).
âYou ever think about how âlittle girlâ you would react to this?â Roze asked, and I turned to face her. She had her nose scrunched, and a tinge of pink dusted over her cold cheeks. âGuns, war, no playdates or days at the beachâŚâ
I sighed. âProbably would have cried.â I replied, allowing my freezing nose to poke over the collar of my jacket. âEspecially if I had known that being a princess now adays meant spending more time worrying about becoming a hostage than anything else.â
Roze chuckled. âItâs a good thing we didnât know then.â Her face was mostly blank, but I thought I noticed a hint of bitterness in the way her gaze landed on the ground. I watched her flick her cigarette with a bit more aggression than usual. âI wouldâve tried to convince my entire family to run away to Scotland, live in hiding and pretend the rest of the world was a dream.â
âScotland?â I asked. Soapâs cocky grin and heavy Scottish accent stirred in my mind, but it felt like nothing more than a small cloud of dust.
âYeah â heard itâs fucking gorgeous over there.â She waved her cigarette in no particular direction. âNow, I donât know how peaceful it is in terms of politics and war, but itâs pretty spacious. Simple, too. I feel like if I talked about throwing all my shit away and becoming a fisherman for a living, I wouldnât get people trying to talk me out of it like I would in the States.â She took another drag, and laughed out the smoke.
âFisherman?â
âYeah.â She chuckled, a hardened smile gracing her lips. âI donât know why it sounds so appealing⌠it just does.â
I hummed and looked back out at the compound. I wondered about Rozeâs past; she had never said or done anything to indicate that it was particularly rough, as it was for the majority of us (us â I still wasnât used to including myself, but it was becoming more of a habit each time), but the weariness in her eyes when she spoke about her younger self made me question what that girl had been through. Maybe it was just nostalgia. A yen for simpler times. Roze seemed to appreciate the simple things in life.
âYou know Askel goes ice fishing?â she said suddenly.
I smiled underneath my jacket. âSeems like something he would do.â
âEvery winter.â She continued. She dropped her cigarette to the floor and crushed it into the gravel. âHe takes about three weeks of leave, if weâre lucky enough to get it, and goes to Norway. Sits on a frozen lake for hours a day, just waiting for a fish.â
âYou make it sound like heâs never caught one.â I point out, my eyes lingering on the cigarette.
She shrugged her shoulders. âSo does he. Every time I ask him what he caught, he just laughs. Says heâs never expects to get a bite.â
I closed my eyes and hummed in response. It was easy to picture the scene â Askel, sitting on a thick layer of ice, nursing the hoppy beers that he and Konig loved so much and waiting for a fish to bite. I wondered if he even bothered to reel the line in when he did catch something. Or if he even went fishing at all. Maybe he just went out there to get a sense of peace, to pretend that war and death didnât exist.
The motion of thick, heavy snowflakes falling from the sky caught my attention. They landed on the skin of my nose, resisting the warmth for a few moments, before they eventually melted into trickles of water. A sudden gust of wind blew a flurry of them towards us, making the both of us flinch.
Maybe fishing doesnât sound too bad.
- - - -
The shooting range was mostly silent, save for the occasional conversation between me and Konig. The lights were low, easily illuminating the gunpowder and dust swirling in the air. Konig and I stared at the paper target as we analyzed my shots. A few hit dead center, although most of them were clustered around the lower left of the bullseye. My lips were pursed into a scowl as I glared at my sub-par aim â it wasnât typically so awful, but of course it was while Konig had been watching.
âEh, are you sure you didnât lie on your paperwork about being a sniper?â Konig asked as he stood behind my left shoulder, taking the target from my hands and looking at it closely. âYou werenât even ten yards from it. This is very poor marksmanship.â
I scowled in embarrassment, taking my pistol to the counter and pulling out the mag. âRough day.â I answered bluntly as I started packing more bullets into the small compartment. It wasnât a lie â I had barely gotten any sleep the night before. I was in the middle of a rather interesting dream involving me and Ghost, until my alarm woke me up before anything of importance happened.
âVery badâŚâ he mumbled to himself. I clicked my tongue in annoyance.
âYâknowâŚâ I grumbled, loading the mag back into the gun and shoving it in my holster, âI donât like stereotyping, but the boot really does fit you.â I walked past him and out into the hallway, not waiting for him to follow.
âHmm?â he made an indignant noise, momentarily stuck in his spot, before he came jogging after me. âWhat does that mean? What stereotype?â
I chuckled. âHavenât you ever how Germans are extremely blunt?â I asked.
âAustrian.â He retorted. âDo I need to brand that onto my face for you?â
âWouldnât do me much good, with the mask ân all.â I replied.
He laughed â rather snorted, as usual â âAh, youâre right. Maybe I am blunt â just as much as you are defensive.â
I stopped at the end of the hall, right in front of the exit. âDefe-â I turned on my heel to scowl at him. âI am not defensive! Where did you get that idea?!â
He stopped behind me, his eyes widening. He gestured an open palm in my direction. âThis.â
I huffed, turning back around to punch the door open. The snow from earlier that day had ceased, blanketing the base in a thin layer of white. The moon seemed that much brighter against the crystalized ground, and the yellow lights scattered across the compound made parts of the snow look like sandy dunes. My nose tingled from the nip of the chilly air, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body as the door fell shut behind me and Konig.
âWell, what am I supposed to say when you call me defensive?â
âYou could agree.â
âBut I donât.â
âWhich proves my point.â
I huffed in frustration, despite the smirk curling on the edges of my lips. âSo, either I have to agree with you, whether I really do or donât, or youâve corralled me into a paradox.â
I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. âA what?â
âA paradox, like a â yâknow, never mind. Itâs too difficult to explain.â I let him fall in step next to me, although he was the one who needed to slow down to match my pace. âWe can just agree to disagree, howâs that?â
âAgreed.â He nodded, and I chuckled. âIt wonât change the fact that Iâm right, you know.â He added.
I bit my lip and tried to keep my smile from growing ridiculously larger. I looked up at him and patted his shoulder â he looked down at me, and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled back. A stray, reddish-brown curl poked through the side of his balaclava, and I found the miniscule detail warming my heart through the cold air. He felt real, and in this moment, too human for this kind of life.
âWhy did you choose the military?â I asked, turning back to look at the ground as we walked.
He hummed. âIsnât that every boyâs dream?â
âWell, yes â but most of the time, it never becomes more than that.â I responded.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, mimicking my own position. âIâm not really sure what made me push so much for it. I almost didnât make it, for obvious reasons.â
I chuckled. âSize does matter, huh?â
He looked down at me with a deadpan gaze, one that I refused to meet. âIt almost did, in a bad way. And I almost backed out before they could be the ones to turn me away. But, of course, they knew they would find some use for my size â so they took me in.â
âAnd what did they do with you?â I asked, looking back at him.
âA âhuman battering ram,â as my superiors had so nicely called it.â He framed the description with his hands in the air, as if it had been written on a plaque. I laughed and looked back down at my feet.
âSeriously?â I asked. âSo they just had you breaking down doors, and then what?â
Konig laughed with me. âWell, I still had a gun, so I was able to shoot, thank goodness. And I had a bit more gear so I wouldnât break my bones against the doors â I still dislocated my shoulder a few times, howeverâŚâ he rolled his left shoulder, as if there was still a lingering pain from how often he had thrown himself at doors. âIt was actually during a period of recovery when I proved that I could still be a sniper. My shoulder was still healing, so I had to give up being a battering ram for a while. I was sat with Horangi on the side of the mountain to give him cover. Of course, he was ambushed â he had to fight the Arschgiege right when we were given the order to shoot, so I had to take position behind the gun.â I noticed that his chest was puffed out a bit from pride. âThat really knocked their pants off.â
I chuckled, choosing to ignore the inaccuracy of his phrase. âDid it now?â
âIt did.â He replied, then looked at the ground. âFor a moment. I got a good earful for overstepping boundaries that day, but itâs what ultimately landed me here â so Iâm grateful for it.â
I nodded and hummed. âWhat was Horangi picked for?â
Konig shrugged, his hands now back in his pockets. âHe never said what he and Commander had spoken about in his office. But, even if he wasnât chosen â I like to think we come as a package. If I go, he goes, if he doesnât, I donât.â
I felt my heart warm at his words. The memory of how Juno had described Konig couldnât be farther from my mind. It almost felt like I was talking to someone I briefly crossed paths with in my youth â not a war criminal, not the bloody and stiff soldier who had stepped onto the heli after our first mission. I envied his ability to separate his work stress from the time he had in between missions.
âWhy did you decide to join?â He asked, catching me off guard.
It was only fair that I opened up to him, since he was so willing to do the same. Always the one to go first, too. But I had to be careful. I didnât want this to turn into a pity party, and I didnât want to dig anything up that I had worked so hard to bury deep beneath my subconscious.
âI was⌠a weird kid. Like you.â I said, making Konig scoff and roll his eyes. âLooking back now, I hate my younger self. I was so sensitive to what people thought about me, and I just wanted to be independent and strong. I wanted to be a âdifferent girl.ââ I gritted out the words that left a sour taste in my mouth. âI think I just wanted attention at first â of course, when I heard how everyone said they hated how annoying teenage girls were, and how gullible and weak they were, it just â it made me change. I wanted to prove everyone wrong, it wasnât just about being different anymore. So, as soon as I turned old enough, I enlisted. Didnât get to Navy SEAL right away, of course⌠but I joined every program I was allowed in until I could submit my application.â
I sighed, then chuckled. âThought my family would say they were proud, that I was successful, that I was doing a good job⌠they were just angry. Said I was throwing my life away for business that didnât involve our country.â I opened my mouth to say more, but I ended up scoffing and closing it once again. I felt like I had shared enough.
I looked at Konig, expecting him to acknowledge what I said. âThatâs how the story goesâŚâ he would say. But, when I met his gaze, I only saw concern. His brow was creased with what I imagined was pity, and my stomach churned. It was the exact opposite of the reaction I had hoped for. I only wanted to share stories with him, and now it was⌠this.
âI think you made the right choices.â He said, and I looked away.
âYou donât need to make me feel better, Konig. I appreciate it, but-â
âIâm not just trying to make you feel better.â He said, his accent slightly thicker from his exasperation. âYouâre good at what you do. Your parents are just probably worried for you, and they donât know how to show it.â
I bit down on my tongue, my eyes settling on the building in front of us with a hard expression. If only.
âMaybe thatâs it.â I muttered, hoping he would drop the subject. He seemed to understand, and turned to look ahead with a disappointed sigh. My heart sank the tiniest bit at the sound, and I internally scolded myself. Still a people-pleaser, apparently.
We continued walking in silence, the buzz of the lights above us mimicking the static of a communication system that had been severed in a time where it was needed most. The edge of the barracks appeared into our view, just around the corner of the arsenal sheds that stood between us and our destination. I continued to stare at the ground, pretending to watch my steps and try to not slip on the snowy asphalt. My heart twisted with each second of silence that sat thickly between us. It wasnât technically a fight, but somehow, it felt worse. It felt like the first time I had pissed him off, the first time we had spoken to each other â and god, did I already hate myself for the way I had acted towards him during those first few weeks. I didnât want to drive another wedge between us, not after the ones that had already been worked back out.
I exhaled heavily through my nose. âSorry.â I mumbled quietly, but loud enough that I knew it reached his ears. âSensitive topics.â
He flitted his eyes in my direction, but didnât bother to move his head. He sighed, and I nearly jolted when I felt his wide hand on my upper back. It rubbed back and forth, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that he was comforting me. Or, trying to, at least.
âI know.â He said, and his hand rested on my shoulder. âIâm sorry for pushing you.â
I didnât know how to respond. I was stuck on the feeling of the roughness of his palm, which I could gleam through the fabric of my jacket. How his fingers squeezed gently and released twice. There was no hidden meaning, no forced contact or any kind of attempt to put context into the touch. It was⌠natural. Warm, comforting, and it spoke a thousand words that I wouldnât have been able to stomach if he had said them. It broke past my self-hatred and walls of âdonât be weakâ that I would have used as my defense if he had tried to verbally convey any sort of consolation. It was the first time I didnât feel awkward about being so close to him, let alone when he was touching me. I wondered if he did this on purpose, or if he had no idea what he was doing at all.
I let myself stand nearer to him, almost tucked under his arm. I looked up and smiled as genuinely as I could â not that it was hard for me, but because I wanted to make sure that he really knew how much I appreciated the gesture. Although, if he knew that this simple act of comfort would pierce through my outer shell, was it really necessary?
âThank you, Konig.â I said.
He looked down at me and smiled. That damn smile. I wondered how much more refreshing it would be when he wasnât wearing his mask. It was already too much for my soul to bear when it was just the crinkling in his eyes that I could see.
âAnytime, Bonnie.â He replied, patting my shoulder before tucking his hand back into his pocket. I grieved minimally at the loss of the touch, but I was happy for what it was. âAnd I mean it. Anytime you need to talk â or not talk, and do that empty staring that you do â just come find me.â
I quirked an eyebrow in his direction. âAnytime?â I asked amusedly.
âMhm!â Konig replied, his eyes on the ground as he watched his steps. Then, the realization hit him, and his eyes went wide with panic. âOh- well, eh- I guess, not anytime-â
âYou gonna tell me when?â I joked, and he laughed. âYou need an open/closed sign on your door.â I jogged ahead, trying to reach the door to the barracks before he did.
âHow about this?â he called out, and I could hear the grin behind his mask. âIâll nail a chalkboard to my door, and if Iâm busy, Iâll draw a stick guy jerking off in his bed!â
My cheeks burned after I heard him. âNo!â I shrieked, laughing nervously. âYouâll traumatize Juno!â I quickly tried to pin this on someone other than me.
âJuno, hah?â Konig teased, and I had half a mind to run into the building and leave him on the quad. âI donât care about him. Kid needs to be traumatized.â
I laughed and threw my head back, turning the corner around the arsenal shed. âThatâs not very-â
Immediately, my heart leapt into my throat, and I gasped. Konig nearly ran into my back as he skidded to a halt.
Sick, sick, what the fuck, I feel sick-
âStimmt etwas nicht?â he asked, concerned. âWhat- oh, scheisse-â
We both stared at the bird on the ground. A crow from the looks of it, though it was hard to even decipher that it was a bird in the first place, due to the state it was in. Its belly had been cut open, entrails and bloody bits pulled from the abdomen and strewn to either side of the bird. Its wings were stretched to their full capacity and most likely beyond it, crushed and missing a large number of feathers. Both of the legs appeared to have been ripped off and tossed to the left of the crow. Its beak was the worst of it all: pried open, the jaw probably broken from how wide it was spread. A haunting look of terror in the crowâs red, glossy eyes made a violent shiver run up my spine.
I exhaled shakily, my eyes still glued to the horror. âHoly shit â what the-â
Konig quickly walked around me and knelt in front of the crow. I shifted to look over his shoulder, still fearfully curious, but he held a hand out behind him, urging me to stay in place. With his other hand, he pulled at one of the birdâs wings, stiff and heavy. Whether it was frozen from the cold, or this was the effects from rigor mortis, I couldnât tell.
âHow â did a fucking fox do that?!â I asked. Are there even foxes in this area? How the hell did one get on base?
âNein.â Konig replied, still looking at the corpse. His gaze fell upon it with a sense of⌠familiarity, maybe? âNot a fox, no.â
âThen what? It â whatever it was didnât even eat-â
âIâll take care of this.â Was all Konig said. He stood up and marched past me â I was barely able to catch a glimpse of his furious expression. His eyes were hard and narrow, and as he walked away, I noticed that his shoulders were tense and his hands were balled into fists. I didnât dare say anything to him; he almost looked the same way he did after our first mission together, except this time, his anger seemed to be directed at something, instead of just a post-mission adrenaline high.
âIâll see you later.â He said over his shoulder. There was an obvious fury to his words, and although I knew it wasnât intended towards me, it still made me freeze where I stood â almost as if I might anger him more simply by taking a step after him.
Whatever it is⌠I thought, watching him disappear into the compound, heâs sorting it out. I can take care of myself. Although, with such an abrupt and tense departure, I was at a loss on what to do next. I looked back at the bird; its terrified eyes locked onto the sky above it, frozen in its last wish to fly away from whatever horror it endured.
A shiver ran up my spine, prompting me to look away.
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Hello!! I hope you are doing well, wanted to say I love your work !!
Can I request how the BSD boys (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Chuuya, Fukuzawa etc) would react to gf!fem!reader saying âI am just a holeâ after they did something attractive? Something fun and suggestive ehehe~
No brain, just horny!
Summary: No one cared about you being down bad for you bfs since everything's mutual, right? (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa)
Genre: fluff, maybe crack, def suggestive themes, maybe a tiny tiny bit of smut. Who knows đ
Warnings: yall gonna be horny after this đ¤
A/N: was kinda difficult to think of fitting scenarios but i had fun writing this!! Also thank you for loving my work, anonnnn đđđđ
Part 2
Dazai Osamu
WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAAAAAAT đđđđ
HES HORNY 24/7, DONT EXPECT HIM TO HOLD BACK LMAOO đđđđ
okay okay so lets say yall are at the ADA office
hes done with annoying the shit ouf of kuni and now hes just sitting on the couch, literally bored out of his mind
Kuni tells u to tell "that dumbass idiot of a boyfriendđ¤Š" to finally get back to work so u go up to him
u know that scene where he leans his head back onto the grave and slowly tilts it back down and opens his eyes while having that soft smile on his face? oda's only purpose was him dying so we'd get that scene, crying fr đđđ
Yeah hes doing exactly THAT as he notices your presence infront of him, flashing you a smile and only for it to spread even further as he notices your dazed face đ
"Oh, bella? Too lovestruck to talk to me, I see. Can't help it that I'm just so hands-"
"I'm nothing but a hole for you"
I DONT KNOW HOW SOMEONE COULD EVEN SAY THAT đđ THATS SUCH A WEIRD THING TO SAY AND SO DUMB BUT NO ONE CARES đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
AND HIS HORNY ASS DOESNT GIVE TWO SHITS EITHER đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸
his eyes are fking bulging as he hears you say that infront of him
ACTUALLY shocked that you had the guts to legit say that outloud and luckily no one rly heard that except him he wouldnt mind if the whole ass office wouldve heard that, we KNOW đ
you manage to get a good laugh out of him before he just shoots you that god awful handsome smirk before he suddenly stands up
Towering over you, he leans in and whispers "Never thought you'd be so dirty to say stuff like that during working hours. Not that I'm complaining! I'm glad to have such a strong effect on you, bella~" got me blushing frđłđłđł
Its too late to realise what you've just said. Your fate has been sealed.
OFF TO HORNY JAIL YALL GO đđđŁď¸
no jk but nah nah he wont stop there
Youve awakened the fking horny beast in him and how could he refuse his love offering herself so blatantly while your coworkers were literally in the same room?? đ¤Šđ
He just takes your hand as he proceeds to leave the office
Kuni just yells "Oi, where the hell do you think you're going?! Only told you to tell him to work! Not join his stupid shenanigans!! đĄđĄ"
YOU KNOW that ur bf just turns around and shoots him that annoying ass smirk, only to say
"But Kunikida, we are off to work actually! Nothing you'd be able to do anyway. Tell me when you've found something interesting in all that paper work of yours! Can tell you that our job will definitely be more fun than that~ đđ"
You can only give poor kuni a sheepish smile as atsushi just deadpans at the both of you, muttering a "good luck đ" towards you as your bf just drags you to his car because your job's gonna be too loud to do at the ada and going home wont be an option since dazai's not patient in that sense đđđ
Already sending prayers to you for having to go back to "work" while being sore af and dazai looking like he got out of a 10 day wellness vacation đđĽ˛đĽ˛
dazai's actually gonna spare our poor kuni by kinda doing some paper work but our man will be forever traumatised bc hes not oblivious đŁď¸
Especially after seeing your neck littered with hickeys đđ u cant hide them, youve got a damn mosquito as a bf đ
kuni just tosses a bottle of water your way without looking at u bc he thinks its not modest to shamelessly look at them đ¤ I LOVE U KUNI
"thanks, i guess" is all you'll hear from him bc at the end, you DID get dazai to work but at what cost đ
Kunikida Doppo
Flabbergasted. Shocked. Disappointed. Shamefully not too hard to turn on. đ
His first reaction is gonna be like u just told ur mom u forgot to do the laundry đ
DEF gonna scold your ass off for saying such things in such an inappropiate setting
its not your fault hes being so hot during work đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤
Tell him off for being so handsome!! đ¤Š
Wont stop his scolding but u cant take him serious when hes fumbling over his words
Still manages to thank you for ur compliment even though its embarassing af đ no way would he refuse such kind words from his love đ
So anyway it could go two ways with him
The first would be if yall wouldnt be alone at the ADA
You go up to him to ask him about a report you need help with
Ive never seen kuni tie his hair up but... imagine catching him doing that...
With the hair tie in his mouth as he pulls his hair back and like...
It makes u think of the times you'd yank it back during yk what đ¤
So he notices you gape at him and is all like "𤨠are you alright?"
Cue to you just uttering "Damn, kuni. You only gotta ask. Am just a hole for you anyway" out of nowhere
LMAO you can just hear dazai cackling from the couch as your bf just looks at you like đł with his mouth agape and everything
Dazai just walks up to you to pat your shoulder
"Kunikida, you've got quite the daring girlfriend!" "SHUT YOUR ANNOYING MOUTH UP"
kuni just quickly ties his hair back and BROO he nearly feels so violated and exposed đđđđ
Why would u do this to him AT WORK đ
Ngl u and dazai prob team up to annoy him to death like hes just so fun to TEASE đ¤
Anyway he just tells you to get back to work and when u tell him you need some help, he begrudgingly does it bc its important but you can still his hands shake a bit and his face is red as he tries to give you advice on ur work skskksks đ
Be ready to get scolded for HOURS when yall are on ur way home đ¤
But dw u know how to shut his beautiful mouth up đ¤đ
But if you do the whole thing while yall are alone at work bc kuni decided to stay a bit longer then THATS a different story
Lets say he does the same thing again as above ^ and u say the same thing
He'll def turn a bit red and tell you that you cant say stuff like that during work!
"But kuni, we're alone and no ones gonna come back anyway. It's nearly 8pm after all."
The sun's setting and the only light that softly illuminates the room and it just steals ur fking breath bc đ hes so gorgeous with his hair open đđđ
But u can still see his gaze on u, making ur knees weak bc BROO
horny jail for kuni too????? đđđ
jk but he'll clear his throat and just say "a work place is still a work place so i cant let this inappropiate behavior just go like that..."
You're like standing infront of him and he grabs you by your waist, softly kneading it as he tells u to sit on his lap đ
"Will teach that mouth of yours how to behave. Maybe after this you'll be a bit more tame. Think that idiot has been a bad influence on you like he has with everyone but don't worry. I'll be sure to teach you everything again."
I'll let you imagine the rest here đ¤đ¤
Edogawa Ranpo
man just wants to eat his candy in peace, get ur horny ass away from him đ¤¨đ¤¨đ¤¨đ¤¨
u thought dazai's a whole bitch???? Nah nah this is a MAN CHILD right here
This man wont give u what u want, nah he'll let u suffer alone LOL đđ
if this happens at work then 𤡠honestly depends on what mood he is i think
its a hot day in yokohama and the air conditioning is not rly helping yall
so u kinda wanna go grab some ice cream during ur break and u dont need to think twice about asking ur bf to go with u
fr he'll be SO annoying if u dont take him with u đ but dw he obviously knows why u r approaching him rn đ¤Š
but he takes a while to catch on why u just stopped and looked like a fish rn like a combo of this :0 and đł
he just goes "đ¤¨"
"Damn, the bathroom's close. 'am just a hole for you anyway so let's go" u legit go đ¨ after realising what u just said
How no one hears that, idk but this hoe DEF heard u well
U r even more scared bc he just sits there and doesnt react but oops
only needs some sec before he opens his eyes and smirks at u đ¤
"Eh~ You've got guts, Y/N. Saying naughty stuff like that during work hours. Not that I mind though. Just shows how smitten you are by the World's Greatest Detective~"
"N-"
He just waves a finger at u like you're a lil kid getting scolded rn đ
"Ah ah ah, don't try to refute that fact. Can't blame you for your reaction after all. It's still funny to me that all it took was me losening my tie, gliding a hand through my hair and open up a button of my shirt. ~ "
He just gets up and gives you a peck on your cheek before walking ahead
"I still want that ice ream though! If it's good then I'll give tending to your needs a thought!" đ THIS BITCH
but dw he'll make sure to show u how smitten he is after that bc ur mouth just tastes better after some sweet ice cream, right đ¤??
but u know whats the best combo with saying that sentence?
a jealous ranpo đ¤Š
like ok quick scenario
lets move this outside of work, ok?
So yall are walking around and some random dude decides to hit on u and hello đ¤¨cant he see that u r legit holding hands with the world's greatest detective??
u kindly tell the man to fuck off but nah hes not letting u chill
wraps protectively his arm around ur waist, clearly showing him that YOU. ARE. TAKEN.
"with that scrawny lookin dude???" bro hes got a death sentence đ
time for ur bf to show him his skills đ¤ which means threatening him to expose everything about him
immediately tells him where he lives, what he does for a living, where he likes to shop, where his parents live. E. V. E. R. Y. T. H. I. N. G
he just smirks and puffs his chest slightly out as that dude just fking runs off bc id be terrified too đ¨
He deserves it tho â
"What a fool! Thinking he could challenge ME?! The greatest detective to ever live! See how terrified he was!" hes fking cackling before stopping as he sees ur face
brothers and sisters, we are LOVESTRUCK
and that hoe cann see that right away đ
"Thank you..." like should we say how hot that was???? maybe đłđł???
"And?" AH obviously he got us đ
but we too embarassed to say smth but NICE, theres a nearby alley so u know where hes dragging us đ¤Š
Pressed up against the wall and hes just centimeters away from u as he asks again
"That wasn't everything you wanted to say, right~? Of course you find me" hot" but just wanna hear it from you, love."
"FUCK, am just a hole for u" đđł
goes wide eyed for a sec before chuckling and saying "Well, that wasn't what I wanted to hear but I'll let it count!"
His eyes travel down your neck before finally saying "Hm, I've got an idea in how to make everyone know that you're taken. I deserve a little treat after having saved you, no?" đ¤đ¤đ¤ got me blushing fr
Anyway problem solved, no one made moves onto u after that and it might turn into a habit before yall go out for the next times đŁď¸
But no one's complaining hihi đ¤đ¤đł
Fukuzawa Yukichi
oh god where do i even begin đ
i gotta hold myself back from getting off topic when it comes to HIM đ
honestly this man has seen and experienced so many things, u gotta do a lot to catch THIS man off guard đđ
bro he had to deal with mori's ass in his 20's for too long and STILL deals with it till this day đđđđđ
not to mention the agency is like his fking orphanage at this point đ
Already enough that his first child is still a child with his thirty years of living on this damn planet đ¤
lets say u work at the ADA as well and now yall r holding a meeting to go over some details for a random mission
Idk if its just me but... the way he sits there and is leading that whole shit, telling em what to do and how they could handle it the best way, while encouraging everyone to work hard n stuff... idk....
Its just so HOT đłđłđłđ¤
like hes so charismatic, fuck dazai, yall cant compare ANYONE to this man đđđđđđ no wonder everyone follows him, id lick his shoes too đđ HORNY JAIL FOR ME?????
anyway he dismisses everyone and the both of you are the last ones to be in the room bc u r just sitting at the table and staring at him like đł
Dw my girl, hes been noticing the way you've been looking at him the whole time
"Is everything alright, my love? You've been staring at me for quite a while now."
"N-No its nothing đł"
nah no need to hold back bc we know our knees r gonna buckle the second he takes ur hand
AND HE DOES đ¤Šđ¤Š
his eyes slightly crinkle at the end as you can see amusement dance in them
"I know that look when something's on your mind. I'll respect your decision to not tell me but I'd like to know what it is."
honestly your red face is already proof enough whats on ur mind but how can u hide it when hes just looking at you with such an intense gaze UGH I LOVE THIS MAAAAAN đđđđđđ
"W-Well the way you just handle everything with ease even though its a lot of pressure and i dont know...it's just really admirable but also hot when you tell them what to do. wouldnt mind you doing that in the bedroom too, you know. id be a hole for u anytime like this... "
u tryna mumble that shit out of embarassement but he clearly heard you đ
And he does go wide eyed out of surprise because DAMN thats still pretty straightforward and was kinda the last thing he'd thought you'd say but honestly... he doesnt mind it đ
in facr hes liking it a bit too much for himself đđ but who is he to complain? Especially when his lover is being so honest with him?
" So you want me to be a bit more authoritative in the bedroom? I-It might be a bit awkward for me to do so but if it's something you desire then we'll gladly try it out together. We should be done with the mission around the evening but if not then..."
you feel his hands gently cup your face as he presses his lips against yours before pulling a bit too soon for your liking
"Then I hope this will suffice until then. I'll be sure to thank you for your patience after everything's over."
THE ONLY THIINNGG
THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO IS SAY YESSSS đ¤Šđ¤Šđđđđđ
IDC IF IM NOT SPEAKING FOR EVERYONE BC
We WILL wait for him OKAY đđâââ
he just strokes your hair lovingly as you try to hide ur face bc hes just too blinding
anyway as the both of u get ready to leave, yall just hear quick shuffling behind yall bc OOPS
THE DOOR WAS OPEN đ
THE KIDS DIDNT LEAVE LOL đđ THEY HEARD EVERYTHING
"đłâşď¸đ¤đ" u can choose which ADA member would make which face đđđ
ngl u prob sometimes call them ur children and BRO
ranpo actually annoys u for some candy ngl đ
u once punched dazai's gut bc yk he'd ask the stupid question like
"if you're our mom, would that make you a milf?"
send him back to the MAFIA trash can he came from đ¤Šđ¤Š
jk but might write a oneshot about him even tho hes difficult to write đ
will def do a part 2 of this bc it gives me an excuse to simp for these men đ
#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd dazai#dazai x reader#bsd kunikida#kunikida x reader#bsd ranpo#ranpo x reader#bsd fukuzawa#fukuzawa x reader
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(Little) Intruder Alert
Warnings: mention of weapons/breaking in/mariticide, female pronouns used (lmk if you want a male/nb version!), empty threats
Authorâs Note: yall are the best, thank you for being SO patient these past couple months. Send in requests of any kind, even fandoms I previously said were closed. thanks again, love you guys đđ
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âHeâs down?â
âDown is a strong word. I kind of just dumped him onto the bed and shut the door.â
Din snorts. âWouldnât blame you if you did, cyarâika.â
You sigh, wandering into the dark cockpit. The lights have long since been turned off for the night, leaving only the bright stars sitting outside the windows to guide you. As you move, they catch on different things, illuminating everything from one of the childâs toys left lying around to your husbandâs polished armor. Itâs messy, sure, but it provides you with a little comfort after the day you just had.
Speaking of- âThe bountyâs been frozen, right?â
Din grunts from his spot in the pilotâs chair. âYeah.â
You exhale sharply, a weight leaping off of your shoulders. The bounty today wasnât exactly easy. He had been on the run for weeks now, reportedly heavily armed and off his rocker. No other bounty hunter wanted to chase after that, so of course, you and Din were assigned to him.
âWe should probably pick up the pace now that heâs on board. I donât want the child near him for too long.â You worry, subconsciously picking at a hangnail.
âHeâll be fine, Y/n.â Dinâs sleepy voice trails off as you get closer to him. He must have been dozing before you came in, catching up on the sleep that he can no longer afford to lose now that heâs an old man. You have to muffle your laugh with your sleeve. Heâs such a dad, taking random naps in spots that he knows will hurt his back while his child runs rampant.
âI just donât want him to get curious andââ Youâre rudely interrupted by Din pulling you into his lap like itâs nothing and wrapping his arms around your waist to make sure you stay put. âMaker, Din. You canât just do that.â
âHmm.â Dinâs hands slouch to your hips as he melts into the chair again. âRest, cyarâika. No more work talk.â
âDin, you know full well that if you fall asleep hereââ He drags a hand up to cover your mouth. Which is unfair, considering you canât lick the filthy glove, but youâre not strong enough to force him away, either. Instead, you pin him with a glare, trying to burn holes into his helmet.
No words are spoken as he slowly rests his hand against your hip once more. His head is now tilted back, his posture broken, and with you in his lap, itâs only a matter of time before soft snores start coming out of the helmet.
All of a sudden, the peace is broken by a soft whimper in the entrance to the cockpit. Your head snaps over to see a green dot, drowning in his favorite blanket with tears streaming down his tiny face.
âOh no, baby. Did you have a nightmare?â You coo to the child, rising from Dinâs lap and rushing to where he pouts. You scoop him up and wipe his tears from his cheeks, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to spook him. âCome on, letâs go back to bed and we can talk all about your dreamâŚâ Your voice trails off as you climb back onto the lower level of the Crest, to where Din can hear the faint sounds of you settling the child for the second time tonight. Heâs left in silence for a good two minutes, settling back into the chair and running through tomorrowâs schedule while trying to keep his eyes open for you.
Eventually, you scale the ladder and make it back to the cockpit with no child situated in your arms. You fall back into Dinâs lap where he gladly welcomes you, running his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion.
âHeâs down?â
âDonât you start with me, Din Djarin.â You mumble half-heartedly into his shoulder. He smiles softly, turning his helmet to get a better view of your tired face.
âReady for bed?â He asks, leaning his forehead against your hair.
âPlease. But give it five more minutesâyour hands are working wonders right now.â You say in a blissed-out state. He chuckles, adding a little more pressure to your spine.
âHeard that before,â Din murmurs. You snap back up to stare at him, suddenly ready to go all over again.
âI did not just hear what I think I did,â You murmur in awe. His helmet stares at you in a deadpan, yes-you-did manner. Youâre seconds away from ripping that helmet off and doing unspeakable things to his face whenâ
Creeeaaak
Din shoots up from the chair, sending you tumbling to the floor. He pulls his blaster from his waistband in one hand and catches you by the waist with the other, taking on a battle stance to confront the intruder.
But strangely enough, when he scans the room, thereâs not a soul to be found.
Youâre used to this, though. You grab Dinâs chin and tilt his head down, pulling his eyes closer to the ground, until he catches the small green creature at the entrance, this time pulling along one of his many stuffed animals.
âYour turn, baby,â you laugh wearily as Din sighs. He stomps over to the smiling creature, and for the second time that night, the child is carried down the ladder and into his bed. You stand around waiting for Din to come back, knowing that the chair is going to be uncomfortable and stiff without him to sit on. Youâve always wondered how he puts up with it, especially for longer periods of time. Then again, he is a fan of self-imposed suffering.
Finally, Din clambers back up to the top. âReady for bed, meshâla?â He questions, barely standing as sleep threatens to take over.
âYes, but quickly, please. As much as I love himâŚâ You leave Din to fill in the blanks. He nods silently and stalks over to you, hesitating for only a moment before reaching over and hoisting you over his shoulder, subtly shifting you to make sure your abdomen isnât pressed against his pauldron.
âDin-!â You cut yourself off, not wanting to risk waking the child. However, that doesnât mean you canât squirm a little just to let him know that heâs not getting away with this.
âHold still,â Din grunts, shifting you into a steadier position as he makes his way towards the exit to the shipâs upper floor.
âDin Djarin, donât you even think about itââ You donât even have time to finish your sentence before he launches himself down the chute, skipping the ladder entirely. You both land with a thud, pausing for a second to listen for the childâs wails. Nothing.
âIâm going to kill you. Youâre going to wake up in the morning, and Iâm not gonna be there, and itâs going to be all your faultâŚâ you carry on with empty threats, trying to get a rise out of your spouse as he carries you to the newly-placed bed. The cot directly underneath the child was getting a little aggravating, so you committed to convincing Din of the need for a real bed in a real room. Evidently, your plan worked.
Once the door is open, Din takes the few steps required to get to the bed and unceremoniously dumps you onto it. He doesnât move after that, taking his time in admiring you, and you swear you can feel the smug little smirk forming underneath that armor. You huff at him and roll over.
âHide all you want, cyarâika. Not going to change my plans for tonight.â He turns to the little compartment haphazardly labeled âarmorâ, starting the long process of unclipping, untying, and when he gets impatient, ripping off his beskar. It all gets placed in the correct spot, ready and waiting for tomorrow. Once thatâs finished, he heads to the basket you forced him to get to store clothing, digging through folded laundry until he finds some casual pants. Back at the start of your relationship, he wouldâve kept looking for a loose sleepshirt, but as time passed and you both became more comfortable, the shirts stayed in the basket.
Din looks over at you and shakes his head. He goes back to the basket, rifling through until he lands on one of his older shirtsâa faded gray one, large enough to drape down to your knees. Perfect. He walks over to the bed in a relaxed manner, gets down on his knees to plant a kiss on your forehead without any metal blocking it before smothering you with the shirt. You gasp as he runs away, ripping the shirt off your head and pinning him with an outraged stare. Still, though, you undress and throw the shirt on.
âStupid husbandâin sickness and in healthâall liesâŚâ You mumble angrily as he watches on in amusement. âProtectorâyeah, ok. Caring, etcetera⌠should be ashamed, treating me like thisâŚâ Eventually, the shirt makes its way onto your body, and you collapse back into bed. Din crawls under the covers as well, pulling you into his chest and covering your face with gentle kisses.
âDone trying to murder me?â You pout, still not giving in to him. He laughs before starting up with the kisses again. One to your forehead, one to each cheek, one to your nose, and finally to your slightly parted lips before repeating the pattern as needed.
âYou love it,â He grins, going in for another kiss. You mumble something about mariticide before giving in to him, losing the tension in your back as you wrap your arms around himâ
A series of small knocks comes from the closed door. You both gasp and leap away from each other, ready to kill whoeverâs escaped your carbon-freezer. The door creaks open, and⌠no one appears.
You sigh heavily and look down. A small green creature waits for you there, this time two blankets trailing after him. He smiles once he meets your eyes, blinking twice at you.
âMaker,â you sigh as Din flops back onto the bed. You drag yourself to the child, taking him in your arms for what is hopefully the last time as you rock him back and forth in a steady rhythm. His bug-eyes slowly start to close, and soon he is fast asleep in your arms. You sneak back to his little room, laying him down as quickly as possible and shutting the door before nearly sprinting back to Din and, more importantly, your bed.
âLast time. Please, Maker, let that be the last time we see that child tonight.â You pray. Din chuckles, staring at you with those big brown eyes. Youâre struck by the depth in them; no matter how many times this man takes off his helmet, bares his face to you without fear of judgment, you will never get used to the striking beauty in every single one of his features. You flop into bed, trying to communicate this with a kiss. Din responds eagerly, pulling you into him with strong and weathered hands that stroke your sides like youâre the last woman on earth.
And all of a sudden, a cry echoes from the childâs room. You almost scream, instead choosing to burrow into Dinâs neck, refusing to let go until the cries get louder. Din braces himself for a very unhappy kid, getting up begrudgingly and leaving you with a squeeze.
âIâll be right back, meshâla. And then we can continueâŚâ he leaves the promises floating in the room as he leaves you with a squeeze. You watch him go, frustrated beyond belief with the kiddo. Hopefully this not-sleeping stage ends soon.
When Din returns, you are fast asleep, spread out across the bed, blankets tangled under you. All he can do is chuckle and lay across you, falling asleep as soon as his head rests against you.
And thatâs how you stayâuntil a certain child decides to test how loud his voice can go at three in the morning.
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Hey Yall
Hey guys Sly here, weâre finally back from the US (visited my family) so we took a temporary hiatus until we got back
It was unfortunately not a nice vacation, we were supposed to stay with my parents but my mom caused problems and I am now no-contact with her, feral also is currently, as she posted a few days, grieving her childhood dog Luna so weâre just trying to recharge ourselves again before jumping back into art since weâve both been pretty dry with our creativity
In a week or 2 we should be back on track, with S&M art, mainly due to the fact that we love doing this and look forward to it So dw to much about us pushing ourselves
For those that commissioned us I do apologize for a push back on the time line, I know a few of you have already been waiting awhile but we will get to them as soon as humanly possible with our current mental state, we havenât forgotten yall but plz dm me @TelosFury if you have any question on your comm
Thank you all for being patient and we appreciate you all
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hello!! How are you?? If requests are open,I have an idea of some kind. So,basically ,Kuai Liang x fem!reader. They were dating a while,and then broke up,reader found a new partner and they didnât talk much,but still loved each other. Then reader and this new partner broke up too. Itâs like a slow burn when reader and Kuai start talking again and slowly start getting closer and eventually confess again!! Thank you in advance!!!
Tsunami - Kuai Liang x fem!reader
in which you and Kuai Liang find each other again
a/n: do we have any NIKI/niki zefanya listeners here? also, finna try a new format of writing, tell me if yall like it or not
ship[s]: kuai liang x fem!reader
warming(s): none
Kuai Liang, who's been your childhood best friend since forever. Who always hugged you when you "came over to his house". Who always included you in his and Bi Han's games when you three were children.
He, who loved you before he even knew what "love" was.
Kuai Liang, who had to shut Tomas up from spilling his secret from you. Who dragged him away when he began chanting "k-i-s-s-i-n-g" every time he saw you and Kuai liang together.
Kuai Liang, who sought advice from Bi Han on his feelings about you. Who got warnings about emotions, the future he'd be inheriting, and the outcome of such a choice.
But it's the same brother who told Kuai Liang, "If you love this woman so much, what do you wait for?"
You, who watched Kuai Liang go through his ceremony for his ascension in the Lin Kuei. Who turned beet-red seeing him in the traditional ceremonial attire the Lin kuei only brought out for this occasion. Whose ears rang with the echoes of your heartbeat.
You, who loved him from the moment you laid eyes on him all those years ago.
It's Kuai Liang, who waited patiently for you to go through your coming-of-age ceremony. Who watched in the ballroom of your palace in your ornate attire, recite the words and swears of your ancestors to inherit your clan. Whose heart beat so loudly in his chest that he requested earplugs.
He, who was the first to congratulate you on this new milestone in your life- and for the life of your clan.
It was a twenty-three year old Kuai Liang that asked you to be his girlfriend under the huge maple tree that resides in his family's garden. Who you saw stutter for the first time; and, who made your own heart beat so loud you began crying out of fear he'd hear.
Kuai Liang, who comforted you as he offered you a beautiful bouquet of flowers he and his brothers collected from the missions they went on. Who chuckled as he wiped your tears, and you gave him your answer through wet noises of post-crying mania.
It was the both of you that planted a sturdy anchor in the beginning years of your relationship. It was the both of you having weekly dinners, monthly date outings, even occasional joint missions. The both of you, sending letters back and forth as the years caught up to you in this relationship.
It's you two, who breached the four year dating mark, where things become rough.
Kuai Liang, who tried to make this long distance relationship business work. Who wrote to you often, sent you flowers and little gifts, and other things to keep your mind always on him. But, with your responsibilities being the sole inheritor of your clan, you felt the red twine of fate began to unravel with you two.
You, who was stuck trying to run your clan. Who was stressed and slowly losing it with the weight of your duty- especially with the need of an heir (damn the patriarchs). You, who relied on letters to keep you grounded in your love for Kuai Liang.
You, who felt your grip on this tug-of-war, slip and out of your reach.
It was Kuai Liang, who met up with you because of a letter you wrote him. Who was exhausted after coming home from a gruesome mission from Liu Kang. Who still wanted to see your face for relief.
Kuai Liang, who was met with your glossy eyes and a fairly-large box in your hands the minute he entered the courtyard of your home. Who asked you what's wrong, why you must shed so many tears, and why he saw the petals from his flowers were in there as well.
Kuai Liang, who shook with anger at the fact you were leaving him. Who was not angry at you, but the situation, and how he would do the same if it came to. Kuai Liang, who dropped the box and kissed you one last time- slowly, like you'd be carried away in the wind and never return home.
You, after months of staying single, were set up with the son of another clan. You, "for the glory of your people" were you dating this man. Who, as much as you miss the pyromancer, cannot go back to him.
You're stuck with him.
Anytime you were around with your suitor, it's Kuai Liang's eyes that followed your figure silently. Whose eyes longed for yours to meet his, whose hands wanted to wrap around your waist and pull you in.
Whose lips he wanted to badly to meet with his.
You, who didn't talk to Kuai Liang after that break-up. You, who yearned for him just as much he yearned for you. Who wanted nothing more than to run into his warm embrace. To hear his voice- anything of his.
You, who missed Kuai Liang more than words could explain.
It wasn't until a year later that Kuai Liang learned you were alone once more. Kuai Liang, who only heard this through word of mouth from his brothers. Who realized that the prayers he'd been giving to the elder gods actually worked.
But it's this same Kuai Liang that didn't dare make a move- not yet. Who saw how dejected you were every time you came over for meetings with him and his brothers. Who caught the faintest glimpse of a tear lining your eye.
You, though newly single, felt uneasy around Kuai Liang. Who felt ashamed that while you were with one man, you dreamt of another. Who feared his judgement, who was scared he'd look at you differently.
Still, you wanted him near, so you took the smallest of steps to regain the bond you once had with him. You, who fully greeting him instead of mumbling "hello". Who smiled at him, even if it was fake.
You, who began to rebuild the bridge you burned down.
Oh, Kuai Liang. He, who didn't rush you or your words. Who answered your rhetorical conversation starters whole-heartedly. Who smiled at you as well, making sure that it met his eyes so you'd feel at ease with him again.
It's also this Kuai Liang who receives teasing from his brothers. Tomas, who recalled his childhood when he first saw him get together with you. Bi Han, who kept a distance between this, but watched between both of you intently, with hope that things go right this time.
After some time, you begin conversing with him more thoroughly. You, who talk beyond the weather and training, beyond missions and paperwork.
You, who talks to him about the most horrid suitor proposal ever. Who talks to him about the funniest thing you had heard from the servants regarding your hunt for suitors, and agenda pushed by your clan elders.
And it's Kuai Liang who laughs along your anecdotes. Who tells you about the craziest missions he's been on, the places he's seen. He, who talks to you about a Hollywood actor that Bi Han punched into a sculpture. Or the young farmer that he grappled with his kunai.
And overtime, it's you who goes to him when you want a break from leading. You, who knocked on the Lin Kuei palace doors in the middle of a blizzard because the elders were pressing you to take on even more tasks. You, who cried into Kuai Liang's shoulder about giving up and quitting your people.
And it is this beloved Kuai Liang who helps you always. Who reassures you that you are doing well and leading perfectly, and that sometimes you need a break. While, yes, the clan is important, so are you- and you need a break.
And months later, it's you who confesses to Kuai Liang. You, who led him to the weeping willow tree in your family's garden, who gifted him an assortment of flowers like he once did.
It's you two, although nearing your thirties, you two feel like you're twenty again.
It's you who tells Kuai Liang what he makes you feel every time he's around you. It's you who tells him how you fall for him again.
It's you who tells him what you were actually thinking when with that former lover.
It's Kuai Liang who asks you, "What if we mess up again?" as he approaches you. You laugh and caress his cheek with your thumb.
"We'll figure it out," you told him. "If we had it before, who's to say we can't again?"
And it's Kuai Liang who lifted you from the ground and spun you around under the dancing leaves of the willow tree. Who thanked the elder gods above that you were finally his again.
So, Kuai Liang set you down and gave you the deepest kiss under that weeping willow tree. The same guy who digged deeper with his tongue, his hands around your waist and against the small of your back.
And you, who moaned in response as your tongues collide and crash into one another. You, whose hands fling around his neck as you pull him in for more, more, more.
It's the both of you, letting go after neither of you wanted to leave the warmth of one another. You two, who looked into each other's eyes with exasperation and bated breath before you both smiled.
Finally, it's the both of you resting your foreheads together after realizing that you were always where you were meant to be.
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"You owe fifty yuan," Tomas whispers excitedly to his grumbling brother.
Bi Han groans as he pulls out the note, handing it to him.
"I can't believe you were right," Bi Han grumbles, and Tomas just chuckles and nudges his shoulder playfully.
"Patience is a virtue, brother," Tomas teases, walking away with a content face.
Bi Han quirks a brow and smirks.
"Meet me in a spar, and I'll show you virtue."
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i hope you guys enjoyed this fic and new format i tried.
slow burns are the worst for me to right because i rather have two characters kiss already LOL. but i still tried, anon i hope you enjoyed!
imma see yall in the next fic
#mortal kombat#mk1#mk1 2023#x reader#kuai liang#scorpion#kuai liang x you#kuai liang x reader#kuai liang scorpion#scorpion x you#scorpion x reader
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Words I Held Back â Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader
Ă :: summary â satoru is gone and sukuna remains victorious while you had to stay on the sidelines, however, a note managed to find its way into your pocketâ what could it be?
Ă :: pairing â gojo satoru x gn!reader
Ă :: genre â angst, oneshot
Ă :: warning (s) â some ooc and oos instances!
Ă :: a/n â aaaand we're back in the game after months of disappearing đ hey folks! i'm gonna have to start yall off with a recent hyperfixation of mine (aka jjk) about our glorious blue eyed king đđť this is my first time writing some angst and about anime, so apologies in advance! i'm also sorry if this was pretty short :<
now that satoru was gone, you felt as if a big part of your soul was gone too. it didn't feel real, it didn't feel possible but sukuna managed to do the impossible. you were angry at yourself, you should've been there with himâ everyone should've been. you were in complete shock, you wanted to blame yourself but there was no time to even mourn the loss of satoru gojo, you had to help shoko with other injured people that needed your assistance.
tears wouldn't stop falling down your cheeks, they all fell on their own thinking about him alone. you worked on patching up sorcerers although they couldn't help but notice how stained with tears your face was while you cleaned their wounds in a blank expression. you never bothered to wipe them on your own since new patients are coming in every second, you had to put them first before yourself.
eventually, you stood up to get yourself a nice cup of tea to calm your nerves. however, you felt a piece of paper in the depths of your pocket when you placed your hands in them. you carefully fished it out and noticed a something written in them. you gasped under your breath when you realized who it's from...
"y/n, it's satoru.
if you're seeing this then that probably means i'm in shinjuku right now~ i wrote this letter for you to read since i know how anxious you get in serious missions that involved special grades. i also wanted to write this letter because, well, i've been meaning to tell you something for a while now actually. these are the words i held back, y/n. i never had the guts to tell you in person so this is probably the only reasonable way of letting you know. you've always been the source of my motivation to keep going, you kept my world spinning even if it was slowly caving in towards me. you made me realize how much my worth is as a person... as my self, and i'd like to thank you for that.
right now, i'm fighting in that city for everyone. i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if i died on that field and leave you like that without any further explanation, i'm really sorry. but at least i died knowing i've fought and gave my all for the person i love earnestly. i remember when we were still first years and you've only then discovered your true cursed technique with me, you were so happy. i fell in love with you right there and then. i didn't think it would be possible for somebody like me to develop these feelings for you, i didn't want to admit it because i know i wasn't strong enough yet to protect you. i thought i needed to prove myself first to be worth of your love, but i realized that i already was even if i didn't. that was foolish of me, wasn't it? hahaha
i guess i was also scared, most of the people i loved are always harmed or endangered, so all i really wanted was to keep you safe in this cruel world, free from danger like me. love is the most twisted curse of them all, but here i am completely bewitched by you. whatever our fate may be, i only wish for your happiness to be foundâ even if it's not with me. you probably already know what i'm about to tell you but you always forget (dumbass !) sleep on time, eat on time and remember that you're the strongest.. second after me though of course :P
let's talk when i get back!
â g. s. "
you completely broke down by the end, sinking onto the floor on your knees as tears slowly stained the paper. your heart shattered into pieces like glass when everything finally caught up to you, why must the world be so cruel? nanami, haibara, suguru, and now satoru. one by one, everyone is being taken from you without any reason why other than beastly curses being bloodthirsty for murder and power. satoru deserved to live longer away from constant danger, he deserved the happiness that was ripped from him a long time ago.
the both of you could've lived a wonderful life together, but all of that was gone in a flash.
"satoru... i didn't k-know... i'm really sorry" you muttered under your breath, your nails digging into the skin of your thigh. your hands then came up towards your face in attempt to muffle your sobbing. shaking hands, silent cries and heavy tears falling, the folded letter abandoned in front of you as guilt slowly consumed you inside.
from that day on, gojo satoru was dead.
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Hey đđť i just finished rewatching both seasons of good omens 𼲠can i request an ineffable husbands x r with an established relationship? after a night out they go back to the bookshop and r is pissed drunk so aziraphale and crowley tries to help them get comfortable and get settled but r keeps saying âback off i have partners.â and things like that because theyâre too drunk to recognize the two which amuses them both. i read something similar online and thought it would be funny with the husbands. thank you so much â¤ď¸
notes: put this once again in tltdatsib, hope that's ok! also yall: anyway nightingale is drunk / me: YES lmfao
pairing: crowley x reader x aziraphale
rating: T
notes: excessive alcohol consumption; gn reader but one reference to them being a primadonna; tltdatsib-verse
Youâre all quite drunk.
The three of you are all impartial to a glass of wine or six after a nice day. Usually you can hold your liquor quite well, but you underestimated the vintage, and now youâre absolutely off your face. Crowley and Aziraphale are happy to sober up the miraculous way, the alcohol returning to its bottle, but you absolutely despise it happening to you and theyâd never do it without your permission. So there you are, head-lollingly, body-flailingly drunk on the sofa in the back of the bookshop.
âCome on love, letâs get you to bed,â Crowley says, attempting to heave you into his arms. You push him away and make a low noise in the back of his throat.Â
âDid⌠did you just growl at me?â he asks, both delighted and bemused; torn between actually trying to help you or recording this on his phone so that he can tease you mercilessly tomorrow.Â
"My love - " begins Aziraphale, but you glare at him the best you can while barely being able to hold your head up.
âOi! Back âff sunshine,â you say, holding your hand up and wiggling your fingers, ââm married! My husbandsâspousesssssâwonât be too happy âf you chat me up!â
Aziraphale and Crowley exchange a look. Youâve not been this drunk since the three of you were invited to the Diamond Dogs release party in the seventies. Your hangover had lasted a week.Â
âDarling,â says Aziraphale with a patient sigh, âweâre your husbands⌠spouses⌠oh, look, itâs us!â
"No-oo-oo! Lies! Won't be taken in by handsome strangerssss!" you cry, a primadonna of a show only you can see. You try to launch yourself across the couch for safety but get your foot stuck between two seat cushions.
"'Handsome', eh?" Crowely asks, grinning very wide indeed.
"Yessss, handsome! Very! But 'm TAKEN."
Aziraphale sighs, both wanting this charade to be over and charmed that even when you're too blotto to recognise them, you still find your husbands attractive.
"Look, let me show you proof, darling."
You squint, suspiciously.Â
âEh?â
Aziraphale reaches into his coat pocket to bring out his wallet. It has no cards or cash, nothing that one would actually need a wallet for - but he keeps it for one very particular reason.Â
He flips open the leather and holds it out for you to inspect. It has a photo in it: a polaroid, taken for you by a kind passerby on the day of your wedding. Itâs of the three of you, arms around each other, all smiling the widest in any photo where you are the subjects. You take it from his hands, scrutinise it, then cringe.
âOh god, âm ân idiotâŚâ
You collapse back into the sofa, letting your arm remain in its place so Aziraphale can take the precious wallet back safely.Â
"It's alright nightingale. You're just a bit tipsy is all, my love."
"You're so kind to me even when 'm bein' silly..."
"For better for worse. For drunker, for sober...er," Crowley reasons.
âShould go tâ sleepâŚâ you mutter, and before they can help you up, you turn over to face the pile of pillows and immediately make good on that threat. They cover you with a blanket, and Crowley does tease you the next morning.
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The Other Woman pt2
yall stop this shit is so bad why am i posting this. lmk if u fuck w it pls and thanks.
enjoy<3
Slow burn
Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.
Part 2
I woke up to the annoying ringing of my alarm. I groaned and flipped over, feeling around for my phone to turn off the blaring alarm. I ended up working until 2am last night, even though I was supposed to get off at 11:30. I rubbed my eyes and sat up slowly.Â
âAlexa, turn on the lights,â I called out. The lights flickered on. I pinched my eyes closed, not excited about the bright lights. I moved the covers off my body and got up, getting ready to start my morning routine. School started at 7. It was 5, meaning I had more than enough time to get ready. I pulled my shirt off and grabbed another from my drawers, sliding it over my head before tying my hair back. I walked into the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and fixed my hair. Normally I had my hair in a bun, but sometimes Iâd straighten it. I decided to straighten it today. I turned off the light and walked back into my room. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and also put on a pair of socks and my air forces. I put my lashes on as well. I couldnât go anywhere without my lashes. That was my favorite thing to do in the morning. I walked down the stairs.
âAre you making breakfast?â My mom called from the couch.
âOh, youâre awake,â I uttered. I wonât hide it, my mom was an alcoholic. Not an abusive one or a violent one, but a depressed, lazy one. She was kind to me, but she just drank and drank. I was the one to cook, clean, shit even work my ass off to feed ourselves and her addiction. I did things she should have been doing as my mother. But I loved her. I was grateful she was still around, even if she was drunk all the time. âYes, Iâll make you some food.â
âThank you,â She called, walking into the kitchen. I liked the mornings when she was awake because she normally didnât start drinking until I left for school.
 âYou look beautiful, you always do.â She pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I smiled and walked to the fridge, grabbing some eggs to make her.Â
âThank you, mom,â I responded.Â
âHow has school been, you havenât talked to me about it in a while.â
Truth is, I just talked to her about it yesterday after I got home from school. She just doesnât remember how much I talk about it.Â
âItâs been good, mom. My grades are very good.â I turned and looked at her. She smiled at me. She looked proud. I know sheâs proud of me. She always has been.
âGood. Iâm so glad youâre smart and beautiful. You definitely got that from your father,â she announced. I looked at her solemnly.Â
âDo you miss him?â I asked, I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, awaiting her answer.
âEveryday,â she uttered.
â
I pulled my gym shorts over my legs, stuffing my sweats into my bag before walking out of the locked room. I wasnât fond of gym class, especially since itâs my first hour. I walked into the large, old-smelling gym. I glanced around before putting my headphones on. I sat down on the bleachers, waiting to hear what weâre doing for this class. I scrolled through my phone, sitting patiently by myself. I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced up.Â
Chris?
I dropped my headphones onto my shoulders.
âHey,â he called. âY/n, right?â I looked at him with a shocked expression on my face. I felt my cheeks heat up. He knew my name?
âYes, thatâs me. How do you know my name?â I asked.
âIâm Chris,â he pushed his hand out for me to shake. I looked at it for a while until he pulled it back, rubbing the back of his neck with it.
âI know,â I mentioned to him. Who didnât know his name? He was the best hockey player at this school, alongside his two triplet brothers, Matt and Nick. Not to mention his looks. He was very nice to look at.Â
âOh.â
âYeah,â I chuckled lightly. âSo, did you need anything, yesterday you kind of freaked me out.â
Blunt. Straight to the point. Fuck. God, why did I say that, I thought to myself.
âOh shit, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to freak you out, I was just nervous I guess.â His cheeks started to turn red, as well as his ears.Â
âWell, why donât you sit. Tell me what happened to make you nervous.â He looked at me before sitting down next to me, not too close but not far enough.
âI think I knew what I was going to say but I couldnât get the words out. Embarrassing, huh?â He laughed slightly. I giggled a little.
âItâs not embarrassing unless you make it embarrassing.â I looked around the gym. âI didnât know you had this class. I would have noticed.â
âI donât, I um, my teacher isnât here. I got sent here by another teacher.âÂ
God, his eyes were blue. Donât get distracted, Y/n.
âWhat class do you have right now?â I asked, curiosity showing on my face. He looked down at his lap before looking back at me.
âI have computer math with Scott,â he replied.Â
âOh, I have him too! Heâs my 5th hour,â I smiled in his direction.
âYeah, I donât particularly like that class. Iâm not very good at it. I actually barely passed computer math 1 last year.â
âWell Iâm glad you did pass it. To be honest, it really isnât hard if you rea=lly focus. If youâre struggling I can help you,â I smiled, then my face dropped. I did not mean to say that. I donât want to help Chris. I mean I do, but I shouldn't.
âIf anything, you should help me with my calculus.â His face lit up. âBut, thatâd be great! I actually wanted to ask you if we could hang out sometimes. You seem nice to be around.â
I looked down at my lap, blushing at what he said.Â
âYou want to hang out.. With me?â I mumbled. I didnât think he heard me until he replied.
âSure, Iâve been wanting to get to know you for a while. Iâve heard youâre a good friend to have.â
âWho said that?â I looked up at him again, looking into his eyes.Â
âAlice,â he replied, shrugging his shoulders.
Iâm going to kill her.
âOh, well I guess we can give it a shot.â I smiled at him. I didnât have a problem with Chris, but he was known around school. I wasnât, and I liked it that way.
âPerfect. Hey, can I get-â He was interrupted by a whistle being blown. I turned my head to the direction of the ear-piercing noise.
âShit, I have to go. Here,â I grabbed a pen from my bag. I grabbed his left arm, the one closest to me, and rolled up his hoodie sleeve. I scribbled my number on his arm before picking the pen up and standing. âText me and we can talk about a time for your calculus lesson.â
He looked up at me.Â
âOkay,â he nodded his head. I smiled and walked down the bleachers, glancing back and waving him off before putting my headphones back on and going outside to walk the track with the rest of the girls.Â
Chrisâs pov
I looked down at my arm and smiled. I sat there, admiring the number written down.
I did it, I thought. I pulled out my phone and put the number in, listing the contact name as Y/n. I wasnât going to text her until later. Donât want to seem desperate, right?
I stood up and walked out of the gym. Clairisa texted me 20 minutes ago to meet her in the auditorium, so thatâs where Iâm heading next.
I pushed open the door to the large room, seeing Clairisa sitting on the stage waiting for me. I walked over to her.
âWhat took you so long?â She asked, pulling me in between her legs and kissing my cheek.Â
âI was in the gym.â
âOh, why were you in the gym?â She looked up at me.
âI was talking to Y/n. She offered to help me with calculus,â I shrugged. I would never cheat on Clairisa and she knew that. She never got mad if I talked to other girls because she knew I wouldnât hurt her like that. Yes, I liked Y/n. Really liked her, but Iâd never do anything to harm Clairisa, ever.Â
âAbout time. You needed it,â She giggled, pulling me into a hug. âI missed you.â
âI missed you too, Clair.â
#chris smut#chris x reader#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#chris x y/n#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#nicolas sturniolo#matt sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#matt x y/n#matthew sturniolo#matt x reader#nicolas sturnio#nick#nick x reader#sturniolo#slow burn
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Get to know me!!!
my name is faye!! my pronouns are she/they
iâm a lesbian! iâm 18! turning 19 in august!
iâm actually autistic + adhd (life is a struggle) (please be patient with me because i can not read social cues for the life of me and sometimes have trouble putting my thoughts into words)
i just finished my freshman year of college!! ( very scary!)
i have been writing for my whole life but writing fanfics since i was 13 but didnât write for a long time and only recently got back into it!! iâm currently unemployed :( and have been looking for a job in my home town! ( iâm home for the summer ) i got to college out of state! i am an art student!
huge theater kid unfortunately (almost became a musical theater major)
iâm from new england! ( big noah kahan fan)
i love concerts so so much
i have been to so many
iâm an og chappell fan (yupppp ik big bragging rights over here)
i competitively swam my whole life i also did basketball ball when i was younger
iâm horrible at spelling ( it a problem thank god for grammarly)
i love reading but havenât had that much time lately
iâm interested in writing for the uconn wbb team and iowa wbb team and wnba and some other college players like georgia amoore (loml)
iâm also interested in writing for
munagenius
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wnba
if you want me to write for anyone else just ask
a couple rules:
hate will not be tolerated
i am pro palestine đľđ¸ majorly
anytime i can speak up for Palestine i will
i want to be more that a place for entertainment i want to be a support system for you guys
if you need to get something off your chest or just wanna talk bb iâm right here
i will be your online big sisterđ (acting as if iâm not the youngest in my family)
i am not responsible for your media consumption
If i write smut i am trusting that you are of age reading it but im not your mother.
at the end of the day you are responsible for you
golden rule
not every post will be a fanfic but i do wanna write a lot
i am comfortable writing smut
i will not judge with requests but if you request something i am not comfortable doing i will prob not answer so if you donât get an answer that is most likely why
when i write i will try to write with little to know physical descriptors unless im writing about an oc.
I want everyone to be able to enjoy my writing and not feel I am writing about a certain race or body type
i will not write about men or do person x amab reader because iâm not comfortable with that
but if yall want me to write about someone that has a particular trait (physical or personality wise just ask because i will if requested)
everything i write is COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!!! In no way shape or form am i assuming somebodyâs sexuality or gender identity or even who they are as a person. it is none of my business. so please keep that in mind.
i will make a master list so itâs easier to find my work i just have no idea have to do that so⌠(if anyone knows how please helpđ)
Big thing!!
I am a person like the rest of you. someone who is constantly growing and evolving. if you find something in my work incorrect or inaccurate please tell me anonymously or not
I really appreciate that kind of thing and i am all for growing and changing to become a more educated person
just be kind i feel there is a lack of kindness today and i think we all could use a little kindness
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What happens when you ask for a reading?
People have been asking: What is it like to get a reading from you, Raev? A lot of you are just as new to being read for as I am to having a shop front, so I wanted to pull back the curtain a little bit and let yall know what the process of requesting a reading is like. Many thanks to my lovely volunteers for allowing me to share snippets of our conversations.
Preliminary Chats
When a querent reaches out for a reading, we start with a little Q&A, as I help guide my querents to the right spread for them. Doesnât have to be in real time, though the process does tend to go quicker when weâre both available to chat at the same time. Often, these exchanges involve me helping the querent narrow down what it is they want to know, since they usually come to me with a general idea but not much in the way of specifics. For example:
Querent: My question would be "What is the best way for me to love them", what do you recommend? Me: I think it depends on what kind of love you're trying to give. I think this might be an interesting one for me to read the Revealing Prism for, as it will show 1) something about them 2) something about you 3) something you don't know and 4) a truth you can act on Querent: Mm, love in a general sense I guess? Like, what is the best way for me to show this person I hold them in high regard / care for them etc. not particularly romantic or familial just.. love? Hard to articulate And yeah, okay! Revealing Prism it is then Me: Sounds good! What deck would you like? Querent: The shadowscapes one? Me: shadowscapes was a good choice for this one, it's a very patient and gentle deck. Very loving and nurturing. It will really understand the vibe you're going for, I think. Querent: That's what I'm hoping for yeah <3
Into the Queue
Once we have the question narrowed down, and the spread and deck decided upon, the appropriate commission is purchased and the querent is added to my queue. Usually the turn around is within a few days, no more than a week. I like to try to do my reading as close to the prelim chats as possible, so that the connection is still fresh in my mind.
The Reading Itself
I will spend some time with the chosen deck, asking it the question on behalf of the querent (â[Name] is seeking actionable advice on how to show them they love them. âTheyâ will be the external card, [Name] will be the internal card, help me show [Name] what is Hidden and reveal to us they can act on.â). While I ask, I shuffle. With some decks, this involves rifling the deck like common playing cards. With others (like the oversized Nameless One), I will spread the whole thing out on the table and just shuffle it all around flat. Circle spreads get arranged in a circle (go figure :P), and Above and Below gets shuffled then turned face up as I search for the signifier card. Oftentimes, Iâll know it's time to stop shuffling and begin reading when a card jumps out of my hand, or the deck splits itself neatly in two in my grip, or the cards start sticking to themselves. I lay out the reading, sit with them for a bit to absorb the interpretation, then start snapping pictures.
The Final Product
Once Iâm done with the reading it's time for the write up. Each card is interpreted individually, and in the case of multi-card spreads, a synthesis of what they all say together is also written up. For single cards, I tend to drop the image and the interpretation right into our chat. For longer reads, I send a link to your own personalized doc with all the pictures and write ups. You can see samples of those in my kofi Gallery or on my tumblr under the tag #raevs sample reads.
Follow Up
This is my favorite part. I always love to hear what my querents think of their readings, how it impacts the way they think about things, how it opens up their perceptions, the clarity my readings bring. It especially delights me when they come back after some time later, telling me about the ways they saw the factors described in my readings coming to life before their eyes. I love hearing from my querents and would love to hear from you, too! Come talk tarot with me and let's see what the cards hold for you.
Ready to commission a reading of your very own? Check out my ko-fi page!
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