#there’s no way he’s just going to take that sliver of the sky he saw before he closed his eyes for the final time and be happy

[lanternlightss]

my favorite flavor of venti + nameless bard art is the ones where nameless bard is a ghost because that is absolutely canon in my heart

[endereies]

FEEL BETTER YET? - MS

No Nut November - Day 7

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ When you are on your period, Matt is always there to look after you

Every month you endured pain like no other, your abdomen puncturing you from the inside out. It was only 3am but it felt like you had been up for hours, tossing and turning to find any relief. Painkillers failed to aid you and if you moved too much, spurts of nausea floated around your body.

The one thing you were concerned about was not staining your boyfriend’s sheets underneath you. You had already changed a few times in the night, at that point it was better to stay there. The entirety of your body was pushed against the radiator, locating any lingering warmth you could without having to manually do it yourself.

It was agonising, the fact this had to happen at all to you made emotions sky rocket. The trembles of your body matched the way your breathing shuddered when your stomach clenched.

Just as another tear fell, the light above you flickered on.

“Baby? Fuck…are you okay?” Matt was by your side in an instant, his touch giving you the warm you desperately were trying to clutch onto. He was quietly analysing you and the scene in front of him as his concern increased. Each time you wanted to speak smoothly, the sharp pains constructed you. It just made you whimper in pain and it broke Matt’s heart.

He was used to you having rough periods, but this was on another level. You couldn't breathe. You couldn’t think clearly, your mind fogged with the sheer agony within.

“Why aren’t you in bed baby, you could’ve woken me…you know that…” His tone was gentle and made you sob a few more tears before any words left.

“I- I didn’t want to bloody your sheets..or uh bother you…” You looked away once you saw his face twist into one almost filled with guilt. Independency was idolised by you, he saw it in everything you did. But he wanted to take care of you, this was the small sliver he had and he was going to use that.

“I’ll be back, okay? Just two seconds my love.” Just as quickly as he spoke, he left. The light above remained on, a signal he was still there. Rustling was heard in the distance but once the pain surged it was hard to focus on. Everything was too much. Towels bunched up around you, trying to protect you from the pain, no matter how much it didn’t work.

The sharp pains in your stomach had only gotten worse, even after medication. Every time that Matt crossed your mind it only made you feel so needy, clingy. Like a burden.

Matt returned quickly with his hands full on certain products you couldn’t quite make out. “So first off, I got the chocolates from the fridge I saved for you, and some of those sweets you like to chew…” The packets were held up as he showed them off to you. “I got some of the stronger medications for if you needed to top off with them, uh, I grabbed your socks too and just made a hot water bottle for you. I know last time was a little too hot, so I put some cold water into it as well. “

His gaze finally met your eyes, staring at the pile with tears forming. It was obvious you weren't blinking so that you didn't cry. You knew if you had tried to speak, your emotions would quickly be revealed, if they weren't already by your expression. Your lips switched into a small smile, full of gratitude towards him.

“I- Thank you…really”

“Anytime, I mean that. I just want to be here for you, no matter what.” You let out a small chuckle, allowing yourself to finally give into his efforts to take care of you, you needed it in the moment. Not that you’d admit that to him. He quickly placed the items on your his bed before returning to your side.

One arm reached under your knees while the other supported your back as he pulled you to his chest. It was warm and it was safe. You almost forgot about the pain. Almost.

He lowered you onto the mattress on your side of the bed before handing you the hot water bottle, along side your medication and a drink. He wanted to look after you, not overwhelm you. Matt pulled back from you, climbing under the duvet alongside you.

“I don’t want you to worry about the sheets or bothering me, just worry about yourself. You’re my priority and I never wanting you to think that ill ignore your pain. Never ever will I do that to you sweetheart.” His voice was barely heard over my breathing and a part of you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t.

Subconsciously your body drew close towards him, the heat of the bottle inching closer to his skin until your head lay on his shoulder. “Feel better yet?” You nodded slightly. The pain had subsided, the bottle and his words warming the aches away.

“I love you, you know that right?” A soft smile covered his lips, placing a light kiss on your head.

“I love you too..”

This was what you needed.

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© ENDEREIES 2024

[yandere-writer-momo]

Happy birthday @yandere-wishes 🖤

Yandere DC Special Short: His Inamorata

Yandere Harvey “Two Face” Dent x Secretary Reader

TW:Unhealthy relationship dynamic, yandere behavior, CANNIBALISM AS A METAPHOR FOR LOVE AND OBSESSION, Harvey Dent being extremely delusional, terrifying behavior, horror, playing into the delusions of a mentally ill man, and a relationship that should not be romanticized

Tap. Tap. Clink. Harvey flipped his coin in his right hand while he tapped his left fingers on his mahogany desk. His pointer fingernail just slightly jagged from when he chewed it off from how nervous he felt from the proximity of the apple of his eye, (your name).

She had only been on his payroll for a few months, yet she had somehow warmed her way into his cold heart. Harvey was still unsure on how this progression had even began…

Perhaps it was how her smile melted the walls he had so carefully placed around himself? Or the way her (eye color) eyes never looked away from his midwinter gaze.

The pretty secretary diligently typed away on her keyboard at her desk. Unaware of her boss’s intense interest in her.

(Your name) always knew her boss was rather… eccentric ever since the accident. She had been his secretary back when he was district attorney and since he had became a crime boss, he asked for her to return to her secretarial duties.

(Your name) obeyed since she knew he was completely unstable yet she saw so many glimpses of the man he used to be as she sat in his new office with him. At times, it felt like she was with good ol’ Harvey… other times, she dealt with the beast.

Two Face was flirtatious with her when he was the personality that was forefront. And he was a bit aggressive with his advances at times… but she couldn’t find it in herself to leave. Not when Harvey desperately clung to the past.

The slimmer of dusk streamed over his mangled face from the slightly opened curtains on the window window. Moments like this always made him seem almost like another man. Someone with an aetherium glow under the slivers of sunlight, his eyes half-lidded as the sun brought out the beauty of the right side of his face. The pink and orange hues reminded her of the Greek god Apollo, the nickname he once had when he was still District Attorney. The days he walked in the sun either his head held high…

But as the shadows dance over his brow when the sun sank itself further down in the distance, the scarred half of his face is transformed into something monstrous and twisted like the gnarled branches of an old tree. No longer the dashing Apollo, but rather a form of the intimidating Hades.

A small part of (Your name) found his dual appearance rather attractive in a way. He was handsome like a car crash. Destructive yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Harvey was both Heaven and Hell. The stars and the moon… he was more than his scars and his contrasting nature. Not that she’d ever voice her tidbit of admiration for him. (Your name) feared it would go to his head.

(Your name) was unaware of the storm of lust that brewed within Harvey. Of the way his midwinter sky eyes studied her in the way a predator stalked its prey. She was on his menu… and he would stop at nothing to devour her.

Harvey wanted to consume her. To sink his teeth in her flesh so hard, he left a mark. He wanted to drink (your name)‘s blood until she was dizzy, until she didn’t know where he ended and she began. Harvey wanted to tear her open with his hands so he could crawl inside her ribcage and finally feel like he belonged. He wanted to wrap his hands around her heart and gulp it down before anyone else could try to take it. But he won't—not yet. For now, Harvey would admire her from his position at his half organized and half messy desk. He would pretend that observation from afar would work.

“(Your name)?”

“Yes, sir?” (Your name) smiled at Harvey who returned the smile faintly.

“Please don’t leave me.”

If (your name) would gaze into those piercing blue eyes, she’d see the storm of obsession and love brewing beneath them. Yet she just gave him a soft smile in return.

“I won’t, sir.” She then went back to work as her boss sighed dreamily.

Harvey’s smile soon stretched into a twisted smile. She wouldn’t leave… then maybe it was time to make a move after all?

Harvey was a man lost in madness and darkness, therefore his love would be as well. He knew his love would be intense and twisted like the labyrinth of his mind. Yet he couldn’t help but yearn for love and acceptance.

(Your name) was the only one to show even a hint of either toward him and he lapped at the crumbs of her affection like a man starved of a proper meal for weeks.

Yet she had been kind to him. She had been his savior and his light at the end of his dark tunnel of eternal damnation. Harvey wanted to worship her! To kiss every inch of her skin and whisper words of reverence into her skin until it was permanently etched into her mind like it was his! To lock her away like a dragon did with a beautiful princess in a tower so no one else could harm a hair on her head.

Yet that other half didn’t want that, no… Two Face wanted to ruin her. To sink his fingers until there were petals of purples, blues, and yellows blossomed on her skin. To tear her apart bit by bit with his teeth and then piece her back together in his ideal image of complete submission. Like how Victor Frankenstein created the bride for his monster, except Two Face would be both her creator and other half.

If there was such thing as the red string of fate, he would cut hers and permanently tie her to himself so she could never run from him.

Harvey and Two Face would be bother her protector and the beast that she feared under her bed at night. They were both love and limerence. Both infatuation and unbridled obsession. Two being that tethered on a delicate balance in the single body they shared yet they had one common goal now… to have her.

And they would stop at nothing until she was theirs. Even if he had to isolate her from everything and everyone, he would have her… his inamorata.

[menofprogress]

I saw someone say that Viktor constantly reaching out to Jayce and trying to get him on his side after he initially left him and after Jayce fought, rejected and shot at him makes no sense but i disagree.

Imho jayce and viktor are incredibly, INSANELY codependent, they were each others closest contact for nearly a decade, saw each other every day, single mindedly worked towards the same goal, etc. Their lives immediately take a nosedive once theyre even slightly separated from each other (viktor nearly dies, jayce kills a kid, viktor atomises sky and then nearly kills himself, jayce lands in apocalypse land and viktor starts a cult). They instinctively always act like theyre still partners, even when theyre clearly supposed to be enemies because not being together feels unnatural to them.

Jayce doesnt act consciously when reviving viktor using the hexcore and YES viktor is hurt and distressed bc he was essentially turned into rio and he feels like he needs to leave, but then what? He probably finds out about jayces disappearance a few days later and is like "oh no, oh fuck, i know I left HIM, but i didnt want this" i mean he probably thought jayce was dead.

So for a few months he builds his commune and deliberately integrates sentimental things about his and jayces partnership (his 'home' looks like the hexgates, hes still wearing the blanket, for some reason theres a forge in the commune) which, imho, shows hes mourning and missing jayce in his own way. (A special personal hc of mine is that he grew out his hair out of grief). And in the pit we have jayce sobbing and crying bc he misses both mel and viktor so much.

So jayce reappears and viktors like "heeeyyyy bestie, oh my god, i missed u come visit me!!!" And jayce is rightfully confused like "didnt YOU break up with ME?" and viktor is like "nooo, hahaha, i was crazy back then, just forget about it, pls visit me?" And is only mildly concerned by jayce killing one of his followers (and then hes also mostly concerned about jayce, not salo lol)

Then jayce arrives and shoots him and its very painful bc viktor fully didnt expect jayce to hurt him! Hes so shocked 😭

Anyways after that Viktor "attacks" (more like "does a mating dance for") jayce in the council room and AGAIN asks him to join his emo band and is AGAIN shocked and hurt when jayce genuinely fights back and rejects him. Viktor is temporarily hurt and gives singed the ok to start the process.

And then as the fully transformed herald he STILL talks about how happy he is to see jayce and doesnt really put any effort into neutralising him. Like he could have just shot him hbxhnxgkhfj

All the while we have jayce talking big talk about stopping viktor, but when it comes down to it?? He doesnt manage to take him out and still talks to him. And then he sees Viktor in the astral realm and once there is a SLIVER of hope hes immediately like "oh thank god i can stop trying to kill him, this was never going to work"

All of this isnt contradictory to me. It means that both of them actually know that they should be on opposing sides now, they start acting according to the idea that the other one is now an enemy, they make plans accordingly, but when it comes down to it theyre reluctant to actually follow through bc that would mean a life without the other and thats worse than staying enemies forever.

Viktor kept reaching out, hoping to be partners again after MULTIPLE rejections and jayce couldnt bear to kill viktor or to let him die alone. Being apart from each other is quite literally the worst thing for either of them, so the instinct to reach out to each other will always take over.

[yurinaa-world]

Could you do Gallagher, Argenti, and Boothill with an actress reader who’s considered the silver screen queen of Penacony, the Robin of film, inspo of Judy Garland and Audrey Hepburn.

“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇”

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Gallagher, Argenti, & Boothill x Female reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader who’s considered the silver screen queen of Penacony

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒟𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: Silver screen queen = "silver screen" refers to the appearance of the movie screen in the early days of cinema. It often had a slightly reflective, silver-like look. So, a "silver screen queen" is a star who shines brightly on this "silver screen."

💫𝒢𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

He remembers you from the start to the glory days, and still to this day you remain glorious since then. There is never anyone in Penacony who doesn’t know your name or face unless they have literally been under a rock their entire life, your face is plastered on every poster in Penacony (Usually it’s always to upcoming movies that all release on the same week).

The rookies at the security office love raving about how good you looked in your new blockbuster movie, even making popularity polls on the bulletin board about which one of your movies you look the most attractive in (spoiler: he rips it off completely and gives those rooks a nice hit).

You always make sure to come and visit him in the after-hours, he usually gets annoyed that anyone shows up or stays past the closing time but he’ll make an exception for you, any drink you like, on the house. Just stay a bit longer, it’s been a while since you last saw each other.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Should star like you really be drinking this late.”

He worries quite a bit about you, every time you show up, you always drink pretty heavy drinks as if you don’t have a stomach. How do you deal with headaches in the morning? “People drink all the time in Penacony, I’m just the only one in a bar.” Pushing your cup forward motion for another drink from him, which he takes with a huff.

“And who’s the one staying open for you.” 

“I could just drink somewhere else if it bothers you.” he could’ve just closed down for the rest of the day, but of course, you know he’s worried, just what might happen if people see Penacony’s ‘sliver queen’ walking around drunk.

 “And who would take care of you, who knows what creeps are around if you went somewhere else,” he groans while gently handing your 4th, or 5th drink? Who knows, it’s not like anyone’s counting. “If you’re going to drink at least do it at your ‘luxurious’ beach house.”

“It's not fun, I would rather spend all my free time with you.” He just froze at your words, staring down at the little smile you give him, lucky you said that while you were drunk—at least he has something to tease with now—yet he wished for you to say that while you were sober.

“Does anyone even know you’re here?”

 “Not at all.” Seriously, your managers sound more like strict parents, with how you're running out in a blue moon to come and drink. “I should get going before they find out,” groaning loudly while you just chug down your last drink in a single breath, getting off your bar stool before going into your pocket to retrieve your wallet. “It’s on the house…They haven’t started calling yet so you should stay a bit longer,”

“It’s been a while, who knows when I might see you again.”

💫𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎"

Have mercy on him, this knight of beauty, he sees the shining stars in the night sky but they can't even come close to the epitome of beauty you are. The way you’re beloved by so many in Penacony, it’s truly a beautiful sight to see (even though he doesn’t understand the dazzling entertainment you provide but it’s a beautiful sight to be able to gaze at.)

He can’t help himself but love every part of you and more, you grace him with your love for him and he shall repay it tenfold like the nimble knight of yours he is.

Small things he may do, a hard day for you, feet sore and slightly injured from the heels you wear (no matter how much padding you wear it still doesn’t help). May he be your assistant, allow him to do everything for you. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Imagen him not wearing his armour

“Is your foot alright, my dear?”

Your day felt like one of those days where everything was just slow, along with the counter of your heel just eating away at you with how much pain it was causing your heel bone throughout the day. 

You just grit your teeth under your smile while the counter of the heel wedges into the back of your foot, leaving a nasty red mark that you didn’t have the chance to take care of, just wincing at the feeling whenever you move your foot.

It’s gotten so bad to the point that even Argenti noticed the discomfort expression while looking at the foot, he couldn’t help but get on one of his knees to take a closer look at your foot—medkit beside him just in case you needed it, groaning in pain when he gently takes your foot, touching your burning bruise—he seemed pretty fixed on the bruise that looked at it for quite a while.

“Quite a gruesome bruise caused on your perfect skin,” He mutters, before quickly getting to work with a bandage to wrap around to put some compression onto it.

Just hearing you wincing and hiss in the slight pain when the bandages were pulled tight, he can’t help but want to comfort that horrendous pain. “My dear, may your pain be taken away quickly.” he smiles up at you while his hand gently squeezes your leg to comfort you.

“I’m grateful, but how will I move around my foot feels so numb?” you smile back down at him, not like you were serious just joking a little, but you should have known better since this Argenti.

He straight up picks you up with such ease and quickness leaving you in awe, while his arms under your legs, pushing you above him as you wrap your arms around his neck to be secure. 

“I shall carry you, wherever you need to go.”

💫𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁�� "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓍𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

Well, he’ll be damned, a total heartthrob lady like yourself, as his lady. If only he wasn’t a galaxy hunter, he’d have more time to spend with you and treat you better. Along with the fact your relationship is a complete secret from everyone in Penacony and those from the outside who come to turn to watch, which just makes things a bit difficult on both sides.

It’s hard for you to even meet up since everyone always seems to recognize either of you, Forget any type of date in a slightly populated area because it’s not going to work for the both of you, it just ends up with you wearing a full disguise, from clothes to makeup, the whole nine yards.

Sometimes he can’t even recognize himself whenever you show up at midnight for your small date to walk, scared him to death when you looked like that. Doesn’t matter at all though, he just wants to hold hands while you walk together taking in the view of everything when no one’s around.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“I ain't interested.”

Boothill just brushes you off as if you were dirty, not even bothering to turn to look at you. Yet it shows: you did well with disguise if he can’t even recognize you.

“Only eyes set on me?” You laugh at him, just to turn around and look at you so confused, your voice matches but not your face.“It’s me, Boothill.” Gently smacking his shoulder while he looked relieved. You’ve gotten your disguise down to tea this time. Who knows what else those pretty hands could do?

“Fudge, I couldn’t even tell it was you.”

“I can’t let anyone recognize me,” 

His hand interwoven itself with yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips, and kissing it gently. “What can’t these pretty hands do?” He just starts gushing out compliments, he just feels a bit guilty for leaving you for so long without any contract with him while he was gone.

“Come on, got you somethin’.” Quickly taking you away as if you were both children running to a secret spot in the woods, when he said he had something to show he wasn't joking. It was a beautiful sight, rows of flower bushes, all different colours of roses; all Illuminated by lamps. You usually never have time to visit with it a popular sight to see.

“The roses look like you. I saw them an’ thought you liked them.” 

“I’m surprised you paid attention to your surroundings.” you can’t help but tease a little, he cares you tell under all that steel he’s made out of, even his heart is made out of steel but at least beating (it’s gotta count for something right?).

“I ain’t dumbaxe, I can remember my lover's favourite things.”

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[ninibeingdelulu]

Mimicking his mannerisms ✧

Plot: You mimic your boyfriend’s mannerisms.

The first few times you copied the way his brows furrowed into a scowling vee or how he pursed those sculpted lips in a tight, thin line after getting flustered, Cloud didn't seem to take much notice.

Figured you were just being your typical bubbly, mischievous self poking fun.

But when he unleashed a bristling torrent of gravelly curses after mashing his thumb with the Buster Sword's pommel, only for you to parrot the same salty tirade with startling accuracy right down to his gruff intonation? He stopped dead in his tracks, penetrating mako eyes widening a fraction.

Wheeling around, Cloud didn't bother smothering his bemused chuckle at catching you standing there doing your best imitation - brows knit fiercely, plush lips twisted into a scowl even as you tried stifling your own giggles behind your palm.

You simply flashed those doe eyes up at him, the picture of faux innocence.

"Think that's funny, do you?"

Despite the stern words, you could hear the begrudging warmth rumbling in his baritone as Cloud closed the distance between you two. Before you could squirm away, one of those sinewy arms looped low around your waist, reeling your squirming form flush against his chiseled torso.

"Go ahead and laugh it up while you can," he husked against the crown of your hair, sounding almost...proud?

"Reckon you've got me down pat. Just don't go picking up any other bad habits from your dumb boyfriend."

After that, it became your favorite game - randomly spouting off one of Cloud's trademark gruff remarks or emulating his rigid posture and flinty-eyed glower out of nowhere.

Each time, you'd be rewarded with a lopsided smirk and a shake of that spiky blond head accompanied by a fond eyeroll.

That unbreakable composure he ordinarily maintains only seems to genuinely fracture whenever you mimic the few exceedingly rare glimpses of vulnerability Cloud permits to slip past his sky-high defenses.

So the first time you caught him in the shower fresh from another night terror, haunted mako-infused gaze glassy and dull...and decided to parrot the hollowed-out, deadened murmurs of broken fragments like "don't...wake...not real..." barely above a whimper?

You swear you saw his heroic facade shatter for an instant.

In a blink, Cloud closed the distance between you two, stout fingers cupping your jaw with surprising tenderness. Peering down at you with those luminous eyes swimming in sorrow and self-recrimination, he rasped your name with tangible pain lacing every syllable.

"Fuck, don't...don't ever do that again." Just like that, any lingering threads of mirth dissipated entirely.

"Please?"

He exhaled shakily, thumb caressing your cheekbone.

After snagging a searing yet chaste kiss, Cloud tugged you into the circle of his embrace, chin nestled atop your crown.

"You wanna mimic your dumb jackass mercenary? Fine, copy the stupid stuff. But not..." Another tremor wracked his powerful frame. "Not that. Not the darkest parts of this mess inside me. Those can stay buried."

Burrowing closer into his soothing warmth, you simply nodded wordlessly against the broad expanse of his chest.

Because as adept as you've become at perfectly emulating every facet of Cloud Strife, you know better than to pry deeper into the darkest recesses of his haunted psyche.

Some wounds are better off left unexhumed and undisturbed - cauterized with unspoken tenderness.

So you vowed to keep the mimicry lighthearted and silly, restoring those flashes of pure contentment and boyish grins his mercenary persona suppresses as penance for more sins than any one man should bear.

Those rare, fleeting slivers of joy were more than worth playfully shouldering his brooding stoicism, after all - if only to remind both of you that indomitable heroes can find refuge in simple delights, too.

[cipheramnesia]

Part 4: A Midnight Summer Dream

a story by @rox-and-prose and @cipheramnesia

Luna was a pale sliver of paint in the stars, a slip of the brush in the forever of the sky.

"That's it," Michele Loren said. "This is where we head our separate ways for the moment."

Laika took her hand of the control vines for Genghis Khan as she stared wordlessly. The earth civ moon, original version, a system unto itself. She had devoured all she could find about Luna, the multifacet god, in hopes to understand the call she felt in the days after leaving home. She'd put the hope of seeing Luna with her own eyes at the bottom of a box and buried the idea. Her muzzle hung slightly agape as she searched for something momentous to say, to share with GK how much it meant to be in the here and now.

She noticed Sy was watching her, and the dryad smiled and glanced away when he saw her seeing him. She blushed and her face felt hot, and she forgot her train of thought.

"I never imagined I'd rob the moon," she said.

"You're only robbing a very, very small part of it," Cat Nguyen corrected.

The crew of the Paperclip were sharing the bridge of Genghis Kahn, with varying expressions of perplexity on their faces watching the werewolf executing the peculiar movements and footwork involved in manipulating the various switches and nerves and pedals essential to a Pilot. Even Doc seemed entranced, silent through all the system jumps, or structure solutions, or whatever GK liked to call them. All except Dandridge who returned to the Paperclip immediately in a sullen huff, vowing never to set foot on GK ever again. Laika was going to need to find out what exactly GK had done to piss him off so bad.

Now they were gathering up helmets and and gloves for their envirosuits, looking around for just the right way to excuse themselves from the room which Laika had seen enough of before she was eight to recognize. "Okay," Loren said. "Well, you know. This should go fine, just stick with the plan, keep it simple, you know."

"I can do better than that," Doc (Laika still hadn't figured out if the woman was Blake Sloane, or Sloane Blake, or something else), pushing her bracelets along with the sleeve of her purple, double breasted, knitted suit jacket. "I can stick the plan to me." There was a mess of writing which Laika deeply hoped was meant to look smeared and half erased on Doc's forearm.

"That's, that's a great- Good job Sloane."

"Doctor Blake, why can't you ever get my name right?!"

"I'm sorry. Doctor Blake. Fantastic work as always." Loren turned to Laika. "Look, I don't know how to uh. You know how much work this has been for me. Well, just be careful. Make sure next time I see you, you have the godseye or Doc, or both. Or don't let me see you again?"

"Is that a threat," Sy asked.

"Think of it as friendly advice," Loren said.

"And also as a threat," Nguyen added, despite Loren's sharp look. "What?" she shot back at his frown.

"Do I have do go with these guys?" Sy looked at Laika who said "no" at the same time as Loren and Nguyen said "yes."

"We'll keep our end," Nguyen said, "along with your friend. You keep yourself along with Doc."

"Who you wouldn't be sorry to see killed, I gather."

"We'd prefer she come out of this mostly intact," Loren sounded almost apologetic.

"Okay, okay, fine. Let's not draw this out, I get it."

Loren breathed a small sigh of relief and Nguyen just smiled. "We'll get going then," he said.

"Take care of yourself," Laika gave Sy a shoulder pat as he walked by, then impulsively pulled him into a hug.

"I'll be good," he said into fur. "You have the hard job."

"Pulling off the heist?"

"Being alone with, uh, the Doc."

Loren and Nguyen waited at the entryway to the bridge. Laika set down Sy from the hug and stood her full height. "Oh," she said. "Before you go? GK, please threaten them."

Its voice coming from nowhere as usual, GK said, "Thank you Laika, for this commendable request. Captain Michele Loren of the Paperclip, please prepare for receiving a threatening missive."

"What?"

"Captain Michele Loren, Pilot Cat Nguyen, and the remaining crew of the ship Paperclip not present aboard myself, I am placing you under the advisement that should even the smallest fraction of an injury occur to Pilot Laika Blackwood, or Sy Drangea, electrical engineer, I will track you to the end of earth civilization space, and to parts unknown. You will never know safety or peace for as long as you remain alive. I will find your dreams, and take them from you. There will be no power up to and including the total heat death of this universe which will stop me from extracting your lives in payment. If you die, I will find yours souls. I will tear apart the essence of your beings. I will disperse the electrons of your bodies into every star of this universe. I will burn your souls to ash. Nothing will remain. Please ensure Sy returns safely to me upon our next meeting."

Loren stared, open mouthed.

"Uh," said Nguyen, "You're... really good at that."

"Thank you," said GK. "Your praise is insignificant to me. Please have a safe trip."

[forestkniight]

I'll Be Seeing You

✯ Chapter 1 ✯

Okay, it's been a while since I've written a fic that wasn't a one-shot, so I'm really hoping that it's something I can keep up with. I currently have about four chapters planned, but they are still developing. Even in this chapter, I changed a few things to make the story flow better!

Pairing: Fizzarolli x reader (still debating if I want to make it a polyamorous relationship eventually)

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 3K

When you’re a kid, the sky's the limit regarding your dreams. No one expects you to have it all figured out, and for the most part, a little voice in your head tells you that you’ll make it out of your situation. Little did you know, it would come at a cost. 

~~

Clutching your chest, you quickly sit up as you try to calm your frantic heartbeat. Several weeks have passed, and you keep having dreams of your past and all the choices that got you where you are today. You take a breath as you look at the slivers of red that pass through the opening of your curtain. 

How long has it been since you fell asleep?

You sigh as you reach for your phone to catch up on anything you might have missed while sleeping, which wasn’t much. Nothing new there. You lay back in bed and stare at the ceiling. These days seem to be going by slower, and you blame it on the lack of sleep due to the dreams. 

Flashes of red and white. 

Of horses.

Of black and white horns.

You shake your head as you check the time. It was still early, and you wouldn’t have to check into work until later on. You currently work as a singer at a live music club in the Pride Ring. You didn’t live an expensive life, but you were content for the most part, especially when you got to sing. When you were a child, all you ever wanted to do was perform in front of people and make them feel something. You never got that opportunity as a child, though. You wince as a memory enters your mind.

“Blitzo! I have to clean that up,” you pouted as you picked up the garbage your friend tossed everywhere on the floor. 

“It’s not my fault you got me a gift and made it impossible to open,” Blitzo says while trying to untape the gift box that was previously in another taped-up gift box. 

You couldn’t help but smile widely as you waited for Blitzo to finally get to the actual gift. You glanced at Fizz, who was just as excited about the gift as your other friend. As if sensing your gaze, he looked up at you and stuck his tongue out at you.

“This is low, even for you! You know Blitzo can’t resist a gift,” Fizz teased.

You giggled as you saw Blitzo’s frustration at opening the gift box and finding yet another gift box inside. 

“Well, I couldn’t make it easy for him,” you said, reaching out to grab the discarded tape Blitzo had thrown to the side. " Besides, his gift is in the next box.”

Fizz smiled and shook his head at you. He looked back at Blitzo's hand, and he was close to opening the final gift box. Once he managed it, he removed its contents.

“No way,” Blitzo’s eyes lit up as he took out a little gold figurine of a horse and a heart-shaped locket.

“I was walking around some shops in my free time and saw it in the window. I knew right away that it was meant for you,” you said as Blitzo launched himself at you, nearly tackling you.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he said as he hugged you before releasing you to admire his new figurine some more. 

“It’s no problem, Blitzo! You deserve it and more. Now,” you turn and take another gift box from close by, “I couldn’t forget a gift for my second favorite clown!”

Blitzo giggles as Fizz slightly frowns.

“Not funny.”

“Awww, come on Fizz. I’m just joking. You know you’re my favorite,” you giggled as Blitzo’s jaw dropped. 

Fizz instantly beams at the use of the word favorite. 

“Anyways, I saw this in the window, and I-”

“What’s going on here?”

The three of you turn towards the voice belonging to Blitzo’s dad, Cash. 

“Look, Dad! It’s a gold-”

“Shouldn’t you be cleaning the bleachers,” Cash turns to look at you, “They’re not cleaning themselves, girl!”

You felt your face flush in embarrassment at being talked down to in front of your friends, especially when they had acts in the circus. You were just a janitor for all intents and purposes. 

“Sir, I was just taking a little break with my friends,” you said with a tiny voice.

You hated feeling so small—not in a childlike way, but in a way that made you feel like your life was worth less because you were there to clean everybody else’s mess. 

“If you want a break, how about I fire you now, and you get all the breaks you want, huh? And what did I tell you about distracting my star,” Cash snapped at you. 

You felt your eyes tear up as you looked at Blitzo, whose head hung low. You felt bad for him. His own father preferred another boy as his son. You remembered the time his father had sold him for such a low cost and made him steal. That felt like so long ago now.

“I know, sir, but we’re kids too…We just want-”

“I don’t care! Fizzarolli, do you think that big clowns get to where they are because they spend their time talking to the help,” Cash said cruelly.

You turned to look at Fizz. He looked down at the unopened gift box in his hands before setting it slightly off to the side. 

“Fizzy?”

Your voice cracked as you realized he wasn’t going to respond. You looked up at Cash and saw the shit-eating grin he had on his face. You couldn’t help the tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

“I’ll get started right away, sir. I hope you enjoy your gift, Blitzo. Sorry for distracting you from your work, Fizzarolli,” you said bitterly. 

Cash watched as you picked up the last remnants of trash from Blitzo’s gift. You stood up and were getting ready to leave, but not before quickly snatching the letter attached to Fizz’s gift. You could see Fizz’s distress at your action, and you watched him throw a random piece of trash he had been playing with in front of him. Still, you walked forward. You wanted to walk away with some dignity.

“Aren’t you going to pick that up,” Cash barked at you, looking at the scrap in front of Fizz. 

Blitzo and Fizz looked at you as you slowly walked before him and picked up the scrap of trash, a tear running down your face. You couldn’t even bear looking at either of them at this point. You sprinted out of the small tent to head to the main tent and begin your work.

Your heart tugs as you push the memory out of your head. It was bad enough living through it. You don't need to be reminded of it anymore, considering you’ve seen commercials of Blitzø and Fizzarolli as adults. It hurt seeing their faces, especially after the way you left. Still, you wouldn’t allow yourself to dwell on it for longer than a few minutes. There was no point. Thinking about it wouldn’t change what happened. 

~~

After lazing around all day, you finally begin walking to work. You could take a car there, but it was so close, and you enjoy the time it gives you to mentally prepare. While performing was always your dream, it still got you nervous, especially if the crowd in the club was bigger than usual. Some days, the line would stretch outside the club door’s entrance. 

As you walk down the street, looking at the sights, you catch sight of a locket in one of the shop windows. You stop as you instinctively reach up to your locket tucked away under your shirt. You feel a ghost of a smile as you remember the gift you had given Blitzo and Fizzarolli. Your locket had pictures of a young Blitzo and Fizzarolli, Blitzo’s had a picture of you and Fizzarolli, and Fizzarolli’s had a picture of you and Blitzo. You sigh as you wish you could have seen Fizz’s reaction to the locket (and the letter, but that was neither here nor there). 

You see the club fast approaching and notice people already arriving for the night. So much for practicing on stage when you arrive. It must have been one of those nights when they would open the club a bit earlier. 

You quickly step to the side entrance and are let in by one of the bartenders on break. You shoot them a quick smile before finding your way to your dressing room. You always need a moment to take a breath and warm up. You begin humming as you apply minimal makeup. You just required enough so that the spotlight wouldn’t wash you out. You hear faint music in the background as you look at the door of your room through the mirror’s reflection, another memory sneaking back up. 

After cleaning the main tent, you decided to retire to the secret location you went to when you felt sad. You would typically watch your friends perform, but you didn’t want to talk to anyone about what happened earlier. You figured you could stay there until late at night before sneaking back into your tent. 

You finally made it to the location, which consisted of a lot of open space and a giant tree you liked to sit under. You softly threw yourself under the tree as you looked up at the sky, which always seemed to be the same shade of red despite the time. You closed your eyes as you tried to find a way to pass the time. However, your eyes shot open when you heard a tree branch rustling. Before you knew it, something, or more like someone, swung down from the tree branch to sit next to you.

“Heya,” Blitzo said, throwing his hands out and laying beside you. 

You rolled your eyes at how he seemed to have forgotten what had transpired earlier. 

“Blitzo, I told you to stop coming here! This is my secret place,” you whined. 

Blitzo turned to look at you, and it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“It’s not exactly a secret if people can easily walk to it from the circus.”

“Still…” 

You wanted to be alone, but Blitzo always had a way of showing up when that was the case. Some part of you was glad. Even though you wanted to be alone, it didn’t mean that was what you needed, and being around Blitzo always made you feel better. You were content to stay silent, but that wasn’t what Blitzo had in mind.

“Oh! Fizz wants to see you after the show. He wants to talk to you and get the complete gift,” Blitzo said as he sat up, looking down at you.

You quirked your eyebrow as you sat up as well. The complete gift? He must be on about the letter. 

“I wouldn’t want to distract Fizzarolli from all the important stuff he has to do,” your words are filled with sarcasm. 

“He’s coming here whether you like it or not. My dad can’t be the reason your friendship goes down the drain,” he plays with his hands, “he can’t ruin anything else.”

You feel your attitude drop at that last part. You make eye contact with him and nod to confirm that you will give Fizz the complete gift. He smiles slightly, and your eyes catch the locket around his neck. You feel a smile start to spread. He follows your gaze and rolls your eyes.

“Yea, yea. It’s not a big deal,” he stands. " Anyway, I've got to get ready for the show, but I’ll see you after, okay?”

“Alright,” you respond hesitantly as you watch him start the walk back to the main circus tent. Eventually, he walks into the tent, leaving you alone again.

You reach down to your pocket where you had folded up the letter you would give to Fizz. You had spent so much time ensuring everything was perfect, only for the moment to be ruined. You sigh and throw yourself back again, allowing the tears to reappear. This was a safe place to do so. 

The wind was blowing slightly, and you couldn’t help but reflect on your life at the circus. You had joined after you were left alone due to…circumstances. Luckily for you, Fizz and Blitzo found you on the street and asked if you were alright. If only little you could see where you were now. Would you have taken their outstretched hands? 

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you did know it wasn’t long until people started flooding out of the tents. You felt your stomach do flips. Were you ready to tell Fizz what the letter said, especially after his silence today? Your love for him was unconditional. You only ever saw Fizz, your best friend, not Fizzarolli, the performer. You cared so deeply for him and Blitzo. They saved you and made a home in your heart that would never disappear, but you were dreaming if you thought they would ever forget your place at the circus. 

But what did that mean for you? Would you be willing to stay in a place that would lead to you yearning for something that would never happen? Were you willing to stand by and watch your friends move on in life without you? Fall in love without you? Watch Fizz fall in love with someone? 

You sat up as tears began flowing faster down your face. Your heart was in your throat as years of self-hate and pain started pouring out. Your sobs become audible. 

No, you wouldn’t become the pathetic friend who fell in love with someone they couldn’t have, the pathetic friend who thought that what they did didn’t matter as much as who they were. 

You looked up at the circus, a decision being made in your mind. You stood up and quickly ran back to your tent. You tried to listen to the performance and realized it was two acts from the end. You quickly grabbed your backpack and packed only the most valuable things you owned. The rest could be replaced, but things like gifts from your friends, items from your past before the circus, and even a hoodie from the circus were something you couldn’t part with. 

The final act was beginning—Blitzo and Fizz’s duo act. Your heart pounded as you thought about what you were doing. It wouldn’t hurt to try to see just the beginning, so you left your backpack hidden by the circus’ entrance. You snuck into the main tent and climbed to a location where only Blitzo and Fizz could see you. They still hadn’t dropped down, and you saw them messing around from across the space. Blitzo saw you first, and he beamed at you as he waved. You couldn’t help the smile that automatically appeared as you waved back. Fizz turned to see what he was waving at and saw you. He gave you a soft smile with a hesitant wave, and you felt your smile falter. 

Your first love. That’s what it was. Boy, was it frightening. But you wouldn’t fuck up his life. You knew he would make it far without you. You gave him a sad smile and noticed both of their concerned expressions. 

‘Why?’ You see Blitzo mouth, and your eyebrows raise. He mimes tears, and you reach up and feel them. 

You quickly wiped them away and chuckled to yourself. You’re terrible at leaving, but you had to, and their entrance was fast approaching.

‘It’s fine, I’m okay,’ you mouth back with gestures to match. 

They look at each other before turning to look at you worriedly. They can’t do anything, though.  They won’t. They have their jobs to do. You watched Fizz grab the rope nearby that he would swing down on, but not before turning to look at you again.

‘See you after,’ he mouths before raising his voice to ask Blitzo if he is ready. You begin making your descent, and you walk out of the tent. You quickly grab your backpack and take off at full speed towards the tree. 

FIzz was the one who showed you this tree. You liked pretending it was a secret space just for you, but it was all of yours. You stared up at it, and you felt the tears come back. You were okay, though. This was for the best. You pull out the letter you wrote to Fizz and place it at the tree's base. You didn’t bother weighing it down. If it flew away, it’d probably be a sign. Part of you hoped it would blow away, just like you. You turn towards the main tent and notice the early leavers are already spilling out. 

“There’s the rest of the gift, Fizzy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed getting to know you—the both of you. You saved my life in more ways than you know. I know you’ll do great things,” you whisper as you turn to leave. You hear the sound of people getting louder, and you run—for the second time in your life. 

Your eyes focus on your figure in the mirror, and your mascara was running a bit. 

“Damn it,” you move to get tissue papers, “I need to stop thinking back. We’re all better off now.”

You look unconvinced in the mirror and try on a smile to trick your body into believing it is okay. 

“It’s fine, you’re okay,” you whisper. 

You hear a knock on your door, followed by the stage manager’s minute warning. You take a deep breath and look at yourself in the mirror again. 

You looked like a proper singer. You smile gently and head out to the club's backstage area. The curtains are closed, and you can hear the hum of music and people having fun. You hear the emcee announcing your act next, and you can’t help but think about how far you have come. 

You did it. You made it out.

The curtains open, and the spotlight lands on you.

I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! I'm really pumped to get the rest of these chapters written and published. I don't have a set timeline since I'm currently in college, working a job, and performing in a theater production, but I will try to work on this whenever I can!

Also, just a little spoiler: in the next chapter, we will see someone from our main narrator's past (outside of flashbacks)!

Edit: The original name of this fic was "Dream a Little Dream of Me," but I have decided to change it to "I'll Be Seeing You" since this song fits the story a bit more!

[sweetracha]

First Sleep Over with Stray Kids

Goodnight Moon: Lee Know

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (Smut), Sugary Sweet (Fluff), Sour Sweet (Mild Angst)

Allery Warning: Idol Member, Secret Relationship, Lowkey Unhealthy Relationship, Possessive Minho, Dom Minho, Nicknames (Kitten, Princess, Master, Sir), 'Public' Intercourse

The Sweetest Treats: @cr4ziee0szn

Confectioner's Note: This is my first time actually writing smut. While I read it, it was definitely different to write it. Hope you all enjoy!

Amber glows through the cracks of the log as embers burn out into a dark night sky becoming the stars. The moon chandeliers above as the subtle fog surrounds the venue. The world became the stage for lovers, dancing as if a part of nature itself.

Minho held you close. His hold was gentle as if he'd shatter you but secure as not to let the soft breeze take you from him. Nothing will take you from him again. 

All Min knew was flashing lights, tabloids, gossip, packed stadiums, little sleep, and dancing. That was his safety in this all. When he danced he was able to block out the whole world around him. It didn’t matter if he was one of the biggest idols or an absolute nobody, dancing was his lifeline. Then he met you. 

You were working at a small cafe located in the heart of Seoul. Patrons easily missed the quiet escape amongst the hustle and bustle of the city. Music played over the speakers in a low hum. Almost unconsciously you swayed along. Slowly you began to lose your mind to the calm melodic tunes. DING! You snapped to attention as the little sliver bell rang, alerting you of a customer. There you were met with a different Lee Know than the world knew. No longer was he the confident, cocky, stone-cold idol. Instead, he was a shy captivated boy who now knew what his childhood storybooks meant by love at first sight. Sweet as the sugar you baked with, you greeted him. 

The next year went by like a flash. Two comebacks, a world tour, hosting, and everything else that took him away from you. As an idol, he was not allowed to date, especially a nobody like you. He hated how the company described you that way after finding out. JYP himself organized a meeting to discuss "outside influences" affecting the team. Minho's blood boiled when he saw those words. The boys loved you! Chan saw you as a gift to them. The maknaes came to you for comfort most days. Even Changbin admitted on more than one occasion that he would protect you from any threat. To imply you were hurting the team made Minho want to quit altogether.  But he knew that wouldn't be what you wanted. You told him one night after a tearful confession that he was not allowed to pick you over his career, you made him swear by it. 

So without much of a choice, he had to break your heart. He showed up at your apartment and delivered the bad news then left. The staff made him delete all your information and scrub any trace of his once beloved sweetheart from his life. 

Or at least that's what the company believed.  After the meeting concluded Chan pulled Min swiftly into a supply closet, sporting looks of confusion from other idols. Christopher laid out the plan in full. Lee Know was to remain single and tell the public the reason why he frequented the bake shop was upon staff's request. However, Lee Minho would be fully committed to his blushing love as long as he kept it hidden. That meant no photos, no open lines of communication, and no more visiting his favorite Cafe. Everything began to weigh on you two until a little chicken came up with an idea.

"Why don't you two go camping?" Felix stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We can't 'just go camping' Felix, it's not that easy" Minho snapped back, he hated talking about you in this way. "Why? Chan only stated that you two can't be in public or visit each other's places…the woods are pretty private if you ask me" Lixie said with a hint of suggestion and a wink in his eye. He was right though, camping had been another escape for Minho before his life became crazed. Maybe it could be an escape now for the two of you? A place where he can have you all to himself, where no one can get in the way.

“I need you” he stated bluntly. His sudden words shook you out of your trance. With a giggle you responded “But you have me”

Long slender fingers tilted your chin upwards, making you stare into Minho’s now possessive eyes. “Kitten I need to show the world you are mine. I need every single living thing to know only I can have my kitten.” You nodded and he approved of your now redding complexion. 

Minho laid you down on the previously discarded blanket you two used for dinner. Soft fabric barely protected you from the rough ground but you didn’t care, not with how Min is feeling you up. He groped and grabbed as if he needed to know this wasn’t a dream. The now naked beauty in front of him was too good to be true.

“Minho touch me, please” You pleaded as he took his sweet time savoring your skin under his lips. You tasted as if you were created in that little cafe he loved so much. “Please sir” your weak little voice lit a fire in him.

“Look at you begging for me darling. Your sweet little moans are so tempting kitten. We are alone you know? Finally alone…and I am going to give you so many reasons to scream” His eyes went dark.

Minho lowered himself down your body as he slowly spread your legs. His grip was enough to tell you not to move them. While you both knew you were more than capable of being a brat, the way he was acting tonight told you that you better behave. A gentle test lick was given to your clit not long after a confident stripe followed. 

“You taste fucking delicious kitten, and you sound even better” he continued with his actions upon hearing your cries of pleasure. Once he felt you were wet enough, Minho easily slipped in two fingers. “I haven’t had time to fuck you properly baby, You've gotten so tight on me again. I need to prep you isn’t that right pretty girl?” His words were sweet but laced with a mocking tone. You were drunk on him. All you could do was cry out incoherent statements as Minho felt you clench around his digits. “Come on baby, you know what to do. Show the stars just how good I can make you feel.” With one final thrust, he felt you convulse through your orgasm. Min helped you down from your high but in your foggy state, you didn’t notice him pull his cock free from his sweats. It wasn’t until you felt the tip pushing through your entrance did you realize.

“I can’t it's too much” Your oversensitive mind took over. “You can princess, you are going to lay there like a good obedient kitten and take what I give you. Got it?” “too big” “I said ‘Got it’” Minho emphasized with a hand to your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you whined out in satisfaction. 

He wanted to start slow, he really did. But with the way you were looking at him, glossy-eyed and innocent as you babbled away he had to ram into you. Quickly he sent a hard and steady pace that made you scream out. It was when you went completely silent, face contorting in pure ecstasy that he knew he found it. “Does that feel good kitten, did your master find your sweet spot?” he asked rhetorically as he slammed into that spot over and over again. With the way you were clenching around him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He doubled his efforts if that was even possible.

“PLEASE” is all you could get out before you constricted again. “Cum for me pretty kitty, fucking cum” and with that you did. Shortly after Minho followed with a rumbling growl of your name. He fell next to you on the blanket, heart beating rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. A warm soft feeling came over him. Looking down he found a sleepy kitten curled into his chest. He knew he needed to clean you up and take you into the tent…but that can wait for a few moments. Right now he just wanted to be with you. He wanted to spend time with his true escape. 

Sleep Over Series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

[turbulentscrawl]

I hope you dont mind me sending a req and it should be angsty right?

I absolutely adore your modern reader and i very much like andrew. So do you mind me sending a request about the modern reader with andrew part 2? To connect with the angsty part, personally i want you to write something about how the modern reader feels lonely for being the only one who comes from the modern timeline, like feeling alienated or estrangement from everyone who comes from the past and struggling with the no internet or new media to consume (personally i think anyone who is from our time could probably feel a withdrawal of internet. I know i do. It suck and i look crazy when it happened.)

Ooo.. considering how our mannerism, fashion, and hygiene routine differ a lot from the past can also cause friction with others can be a good angsty idea. And also food, assuming the reader come from a well off family, their food would looked like what royalty ate. With salt, pepper, cinnamon cost a fortune back in time. You can go wild, i am sorry if this is a long req, i merely gives suggestion. Dont mind me if you dont want to write it.

I think this is the longest individual scene I've written so far! I got carried away ahaha. Actually, this might need to become a multi-part series. ewe

Warnings: fem reader (it was relevant for this), hurt and comfort

Another day of staring at the wall. Or the garden, as this particular moment would have it.

It had been about three months since your arrival now, according to Freddy. (Tracking the days was the one thing he was good for outside of matches, as far as you were concerned. The guy was meticulous with records-keeping, you’d give him that. But he was also a dick.) Three months of boredom, monotony, and a critical lack of stimuli.

The first few weeks had been fine, if only because you were too busy trying to survive a potential witch hunt. Turns out, being hated and blamed for everything has a way of distracting the mind from its homesickness. But the worst of that had passed now, leaving you to take in the reality of your situation: you were more removed from your old life than anyone else here. Your entire way of life was gone.

There was no internet, no television. There was a library, but it was only ever added to at the whim of the man named Orpheus. There were no cars, and there was nowhere to go. There wasn’t even a washing machine—everyone took turns doing their clothes by hand. The stove in the kitchen was gas, and fickle. The doctor, Emily, and Luca made efforts to introduce you to the ways of this more ‘primitive’ environment, but the sheer disappointment of it all made it hard to make an effort. The hygiene standards were different, too, and it was jarring to see what some of these people considered ‘clean.’

“What are you doing out here?” A voice calls. You jump a bit, rattling the chains of the bench swing you’ve occupied. When you turn around, the ‘Gravekeeper’ is behind you in his dark casual wear. The moon is but a sliver in the sky, so if it weren’t for the paleness of his face and hair you might not have seen him at all in the darkness.

“What does it look like?” you ask in response and face forward again. ‘Andrew’ isn’t a bad person, from what you can tell. He doesn’t seem to hate you like some of the others do. But he’s defensive, sticks his foot in his mouth a lot, and you’re too tired for an argument.

“…It’s past curfew,” he says, voice moving around the swing slowly. He’s in your periphery now, hands folded over his chest like he’s still holding that shovel of his. It’s some kind of comfort item for him, you think, but he doesn’t have it with him.

“Luca said that’s just a suggestion,” you reply. “And even if it’s not, you’re out here too.” Andrew pauses after you say that, awkwardly shuffling in his spot, looking between you and the garden. There are no birds, no crickets out. You can hear him swallow thickly in the silence.

“I saw you from the upstairs window,” he says slowly. “I…thought I should come check.”

“Why?” You’re waiting for a ball to drop. To be tricked.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” Andrew says, wiping his hands on his pants. Sweat, maybe. “When you first showed up…I thought you were really loud. You and that little box both…. You used to play that terr— eh, that music on it all the time. But I haven’t heard it in a while.” Your eyes are drawn to him as he explains. You can’t help it, you’re stunned. Not many of the other survivors bothered to show concern for you, and they often weren’t around because they had their on things to attend to. Luca had his inventions, Ada had Emil’s treatments, Luchino his research. You didn’t know Andrew paid any mind to you. He mostly kept to himself.

“I’m stewing,” you whisper, answering his initial question.

“…Do you…need to talk about it?” he asks.

“You don’t want to hear it,” you reply quickly. Andrew scoffs, a flash of his attitude returning.

“I asked didn’t I? I may not understand half the stuff you say but that doesn’t mean by ears don’t work,” he snaps weakly. It sounds like something someone back home would say. It sounds genuine. You look at Andrew again, now with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat.

“I feel gross,” you croak. Andrew was scowling for a second, but your words shock his face back into something more relaxed. He shifts around again, awkward, unsure, and steps towards the bench. You stop rocking it long enough to let him join you and he sits closer than you would have expected. “I hate it here.” Andrew nods, watching your face, your fidgeting hands, your bouncing knees, and everything spills out like vomit.

“It’s all gone. Everything I knew. There’s nothing to do here besides survive, necessities and shit, and everyone fucking hates me here. No one talks like I’m used to, or behaves like I’m used to, or treats me like I’m used to—but I’m the odd one out so it feels like it’s all my fault that I don’t fit in. I miss my friends, my clothes, my room, my food. I miss my movies, I miss my technology, I miss my products—you guys don’t even treat hygiene the same way we did back home for fuck’s sake--” You’d learned early on that it was considered odd to bathe daily. Water reserves weren’t a concern in the manor, but everyone mostly stuck to the routines they knew. The only saving grace was that you hadn’t had a menstrual cycle since before you arrived. One less thing to worry about, at least.

“—and thank god, because none of you even KNOW what a tampon is!” Andrew makes a face that’s something between embarrassment and horror. You can tell from the way he’s subtly looking himself over that he wonders if he seems gross to you, but you’re too deep in your own misery to bring it up right now.

“And I’m sick of how some of them men here treat me! I don’t give a fuck what it was like for you all, I’m an equal to you all, god damn it, not a punching bag, or a whore, or unpaid maid! Like—I get that you all don’t realize what you’re doing—I get you haven’t been told it’s bad yet, but I’m gonna crack Edgar’s glass jaw if he suggests I wear a skirt ‘like the other ladies’ one more time!”

“If it helps,” Andrew says quietly, “I think that’s just him liking skirts. He’d probably wear one himself if he had an excuse.”

“I don’t care,” you gasp, grabbing Andrew’s forearm suddenly. He tenses under your touch, blushes. “It’s—it’s just all of it together! Look, I-I already feel bad being so angry! I understand why I seem scary, and I understand the world was a different place for me, but I hate that I have to say goodbye to all of it just because no one wants to learn about how things were for me! Fuckin—Emily was interested in how I lived through Covid, but all that got me was being treated like a plague rat. You guys don’t even get sick here! And Norton asked about the economy, but now he thinks I’m some rich bitch when I wasn’t even middle class! And Fiona acts like I’m some beast because of how I talk and curse so much! And Kevin asks about me feeling safe, but then he treats me like a damsel who needs constant rescue! I just…I just….it’s always something! I just want someone to treat me like I’m normal again.”

You crumple into full sobs, forehead landing on Andrew’s sturdy shoulder. He’s completely silent while you break down. His free hand eventually comes up to hold the back of your neck, a gesture that tells you it’s fine for you to be there, against him. Andrew is not a man of many comforting words, but this is enough, you decide. It’s an effort, which feels like more than you’ve gotten in some time.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, but when you finally calm down Andrew suggests you get some sleep.

“I’m not tired,” you croak. You are. It’s a lie. But if you sleep it will be tomorrow instead of being this moment of rare comfort. Andrew hums an acknowledgement.

“Alright. Neither am I," he says.

You think that’s a lie, too.

[doahaesunshine]

Chapter 1: Like a mix of sadness with a cold smile

Chapter WC: 4186

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Life had been a drag. Classes felt like a waste, Work became hell, And hobbies that once evoked passion only provide emptiness now. So to whomever this might find, I’m sorry. I wish I did better.

December 24

Your morning started the way it usually did. You woke up to a sliver of sunlight that leaked through your worn-out blinds. It was always five minutes before your alarm when you would rise from your bed like a zombie. Mornings just never agreed with you. The sun was too bright for your tired eyes, but the fresh morning air was always worth it.  

You cracked open your window and gazed upon the morning landscape. The neighborhood you grew up in hadn’t changed much. There was a bite to the air as it was winter and you saw that the morning dew had frozen over. Snowflakes gently fell from the sky and with a shiver you went to close your window, but a flash of yellow caught your eye.

A yellow warbler sat itself atop one of the branches of the now barren plum tree that rested outside of your window. You couldn’t help but stare at the little splotch of color in an otherwise bland world. It was hard to fight the smile that spread across your face as the songster began to chirp, sadly none of it friends were out and about.

“It’s winter, little guy. You need to go home where it’s warm and safe.” You said to the bird.

The feathered friend looked at you and cocked its head before it sang again.

A small laugh escaped you. “I commend your determination soldier but go home.” You clapped your hands together once and the sound was enough to startle the bird back from where it came.

You needed a warm shower and coffee to truly wake you up. Showering was a task, but it always made you feel better. Coffee was coffee, you were never going to turn down a warm mug. 

Once downstairs you retrieved your favorite mug from the cabinet and filled it nearly to the brim. The warm liquid made the mug change from black to Van Gogh’s Starry Night. It was a gift from one of your friends, he knew you loved Van Gogh’s work, he knew a lot about you. 

“Good morning, my little mushroom! Did you sleep well?”

Your father was always a morning person. Ever chipper in the presence of hardship, hardship being the choice between vanilla or pumpkin spice creamer. 

“I slept pretty well. Got up before my alarm again.” You blew the steam away from your mug and took a sip, you preferred cinnamon creamer.

The seat across from you was soon occupied by your father who also began to blow on his hot coffee. This is how most mornings went, coffee with dad and the sound of silence. Nothing could really beat the serenity of winter mornings, there was no rush to get things done, laziness was accepted and warmth was shared. 

“It’s a Saturday, do you have work?” The quiet was broken, but you didn’t mind.

You cozied up to your warm mug. “Evening shift. I’ll be home late.”

“Evening? What are you doing awake?”

A lump formed in your throat, hesitating before you spoke. “Today’s the day-” You cut yourself off, not wanting to speak it into existence.

“Oh.” Your father looked down at his coffee and then to you. “This is the day he went missing.”

“Yeah-” Your voice broke, but you quickly cleared your throat, “I’m going to buy some chrysanthemums and meet up with Cheolie at the cemetery.” 

“Do you want me to drive you-”

“No. I’ll be fine. I’m going to take the bus. And before you ask, yes, my bus card has money on it.” You offered your father a small smile, but you could tell he was worried.

He simply nodded his head and dropped the subject. 

You finished the last of your coffee and before you could get up your father was already taking the empty mug to the sink. You muttered a small ‘thank you’ and went back upstairs to brush your teeth and gather your things. Before you could leave your father stopped you and pulled you in for a tight hug.

All you could do was let out a strained laugh and return the hug. “I kinda need to breathe, dad.”

He placed a small peck on your head and released you. “Tell Seungcheol I said hello and Merry Christmas.”

“Will do!” You responded as you left. 

The first stop was the small flower boutique near your neighborhood and then the bus stop. The flowers would survive the trip. 

It was a modest bouquet, yellow chrysanthemums, a flower of mourning in your friend's culture. He would appreciate them. You also left a small note tucked into the bouquet, you always did. You knew he wouldn’t be able to read it, but you hoped that the words reached him somehow. 

You hugged the flowers close on the ride to the cemetery. The idle chatter was maddening so you took out your phone and opened Spotify. You put in your ear buds and chose the playlist that your small group of friends shared. The three of you used the playlist to communicate with each other, how you were feeling. A way to reach out without making nervous calls or wondering how to correctly word a text message. 

Now Playing: Your Voice - Kim Feel

The song never failed to put you in a trance. You stared out the window and watched as the town blurred into blotches of color. You listened carefully to every lyric. It was the last song he shared in the playlist and so you held it close, memorized it, you even listened to it before bed. So what if it made you cry yourself to sleep, you would give anything to just see him again.

Tears threatened to fall, but you swallowed them. Your stop was approaching and if Seungcheol caught a whiff of sadness he would go into protective brother mode. 

Inhale

Exhale

You put one foot in front of the other after you exited the bus. The cemetery was peaceful as always. No one was there but you did see Seungcheol’s old car, which definitely needed a tune up, in the parking lot. You breached the gate of the cemetery and continued walking with the bouquet still held close to your chest.

As you approached his headstone, you saw another figure come into view. Dressed in a black wool coat and warm red scarf was Seungcheol, a friend you had known since childhood. You carefully walked up the path so as to not disturb him. His head sagged down and as you got closer you could see his eyes were closed. He wasn’t religious, but he paid his respects in his own way, praying didn’t have to be tied to religion anyway.

“I see you have already cleaned up the headstone a bit. How long have you been here?” Your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

Seungcheol turned his attention to you. His cheeks were a bit pink in addition to his nose. He sniffled before he spoke.

“I’ve been standing here for about five minutes. Hello, by the way.” He offered a gummy smile and held an arm out, an invitation for a hug.

“Hi.” You returned the smile and nestled into the warmth of your friend. 

He held onto you and squeezed. The two of you remained like that for a moment before you realized you were still holding onto the flowers. You knelt down and gently replaced the old flowers with the new. Your hand lingered on the cold stone and you traced over the intricate lettering.

“Wish you were here, Seokmin.” You muttered under your breath.

You had been so numb these past few days you didn’t even notice when the tears finally wet your cheeks. You stood and returned to Seungcheol. As your eyes met he immediately began to coddle you. Warmth radiated onto you as he stood close to examine your face.

“They’re just tears, Cheolie.” You said matter of factly.

He began to use his scarf to wipe the tears from your cheeks. It was soft and had the faint scent of sage. 

“I know, I know.” He released his hold on your face, “But Min-ah wouldn’t want us to shed any more tears.”

Your face scrunched into something in between a smile and a scowl. You knew Seokmin hated it when people were sad, he couldn’t even watch people cry in movies. A sigh escaped you as you remembered watching Marley And Me, it was a steady flow of tears that came from your friend. You had to console him for nearly the whole night.

“Oh!” It was a small exclamation, but it still caught Seungcheol by surprise. “Dad says hi and Merry Christmas.”

Seungcheol chuckled. “He knows he has my number right?”

“Yes, but I am forever his most trusted courtier.” You finished the statement with a small bow of your head.

The two of you shared a laugh, but it passed too soon. Joy almost felt forbidden on a day like today. Christmas Eve was supposed to be jolly and full of holiday spirit, but for you and Seungcheol it was a day of sorrow and remembrance. 

“Have you eaten? We can go into town and grab a bite.” Seungcheol offered.

“Sounds good, I’m starving.”

The drive into town was peaceful for a Saturday in December. Seungcheol took you to a quaint bistro for brunch and more coffee. There was a hearth with a steady flame that warmed the room, making it comfortable enough to shed your winter jackets.

“Anything in particular that you want?” Seungcheol scanned the menu as he spoke.

A large smirk was plastered on your face. “As much as daddy’s wallet can afford.”

Seungcheol choked on his spit as the words smacked him. “Don’t- don’t. Please.”

You shrugged innocently as you looked at him with big eyes. “What are you talking about? Did I say something weird?”

“Do. Not. Gaslight. Me.”

“I’m not gaslighting you-”

“I’m your ride home.” 

“I have my bus card, loser.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Seungcheol’s shocked expression. It was so good you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of his face. He attempted to push the phone away, but you swiftly changed your angle and stole a few more pictures for good measure. The waitress arriving at your table made the two of you act more reserved, but anyone could see that the two of you were clowns.

Both you and Seungcheol started off with a cup of coffee to warm yourselves up. You mingled, just simple conversations like work and recent TV show theories. When the food arrived you focused more on eating rather than chatting. As you were enjoying your food you couldn’t help but notice Seungcheol looking at you, and it wasn’t the normal ‘I love my friend’ stare. It was more along the lines of ‘Is my friend okay?’.

You touched the tips of your fingers to your lips. “What? Is there food on my face?”

Seungcheol snickered. “No.” He smiled, but there was something else behind it. “I’m just worried about you.”

There was hesitation in his voice, like he wasn’t entirely sure if the topic was appropriate given you two were in public. The statement left a bad taste in your mouth. You immediately felt judged even though you knew it was not your friend’s intention. 

“I’m fine, Cheolie. I’ve just been a little tired recently.” You tried to hide any negativity with a smile, but Seungcheol wasn’t buying it.

“I can see that. You look like you’re not getting enough sleep and you’re looking a little gaunt. Are you eating all of your meals?” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “I mean, I’m alive, aren’t I? I still go to my classes and I have my job-”

“You’re proving my point.” Seungcheol interjected.

The interruption surprised you, it had been a while since you and Seungcheol talked about each other's well being. The more you thought about your friend's concerns the more it stressed you out and more stress meant more exhaustion. You didn’t even notice you had a white-knuckled grip on your fork until Seungcheol held his hand open for you to hold it.

You placed the fork down and gently placed your hand on Seungcheol’s. He rubbed small circles over your knuckles with his thumb and you could feel him trying to massage out the indentations on your palm. It was soothing, but you still felt emotion bubbling into your throat.

A deep sigh broke the momentary silence. “When was the last time you painted something?”

“I submitted a project for my fine arts-”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Seungcheol’s expression went stern, you found it hard to endure.

Seungcheol was always like a big brother to you, but when he had that look in his eye he seemed more like a parent. 

“I haven’t truly painted since-” Now you were interrupting yourself. You cleared the lump in your throat with a cough. “It’s been about two years.”

There was a pause between the two of you. Seungcheol looked down at your hand and nodded. He squeezed your hand reassuringly and returned his attention to you.

“So ever since Seokmin went missing?”

You mouthed a soft ‘yes’, it was barely a whisper but Seungcheol heard you. He understood you better than most. That wasn’t saying much though, your list of friends dwindled over the years. The only reason why Seungcheol stuck around was because he would kill you if you ghosted him.

“How about we finish up here and I take you home? That way you can relax and I can say hello to your father in person.”

With the nod of your head Seungcheol asked for the bill. He covered the cost of the meal and you tipped the waitress. She thanked you and wished you a Merry Christmas, you returned the gesture, but it felt like an empty sentiment.

The drive was as quiet as before yet it was not as peaceful. There was a subtle tension in the air. The type of tension that was a result of unspoken words and problems that needed to be confronted. 

As you entered your house you were met with the smell of apples and cinnamon. Your dad always liked to prepare a day early for Christmas dinner. 

“Dad! I’m back!”

Your father peeked his head into the hallway and smiled as he saw you. “Welcome back!” His smile grew wider as he saw you were with Seungcheol. “Heya Cheol!”

You watched Seungcheol and your father exchange greetings while you untied your shoes and placed them near the front door. Next you hung up your jacket, but you still held your bag.

“I’m gonna go put my bag upstairs. I’ll be back!” You said as you jogged up the steps.

The second you were in your room you closed your door and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your bag was flung onto the ground next to a pile of clean laundry you couldn’t be bothered to fold. With a sigh you flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling. Even though it was early in the afternoon, you felt a wave of tiredness wash over you. You tried to rub the sleep from your eyes, but soon found yourself dozing off.

A knock on your door startled you awake and you sprung up to see the doorknob gently turn. Seungcheol peered around the door and met your gaze. 

“You said you’d be right back. It’s been twenty minutes.” He said with a hint of worry.

Exhaustion was still written all over your face and you fought back a yawn before you spoke. “All I did was lay down. I must have passed out.”

Seungcheol didn’t say anything, he didn’t breach the doorway either. Your blinds were closed so the room was dark, the only light being that of the hallway. Seungcheol was just a silhouette due to the difference in brightness.

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that I’m heading out.”

You rose from your bed. “Already? You just got here.”

“For you maybe. I’ve been talking to your dad about stocks and I came up here to escape him.” Seungcheol’s tone turned apologetic. “I can hang out up here for a little if you want. But it can’t be for more than an hour.”

You walked over to your window and opened the blinds. The light that shined on your face made you instinctively flinch and squint all at once. Your door creaked softly as Seungcheol entered and he immediately went for the bean bag chair that sat at the corner of your room. He always stole that spot any chance he got. He even told you to give him the chair so that he can have it in his room, but you refused. It took three separate days of refusal for him to stop asking for it and an extra day for him to buy one for himself.

Despite the state of your room, Seungcheol never judged. Most of the mess was an assortment of papers, art supplies and unfinished projects anyway. You always made sure to keep food out of your room and if you did eat upstairs your father always reminded you to take your plate down for washing. 

Seungcheol pointed to a slightly uncovered canvas. “Is that one of your school projects?”

You saw what he was referring to. It was a fairly large canvas that only had a sketch on it. You covered it back up before he could see anymore of it. “Uh- not really. It’s something I’ve been working on for a while. I just haven’t had any inspiration lately.”

“No inspiration?” Seungcheol thought for a moment. “Want to do some exercises then? Get a sketch pad, draw something in the room. You used to do that all the time.”

“I don’t know. My mind is a bit unfocused right now.” You trailed off.

Seungcheol stood up and retrieved your sketch pad and pencils from your desk. He handed them to you. “Just. Draw.”

You took the pad of paper and grabbed one of the pencils. Instead of going to your desk you propped yourself up in your bed and leaned the sketch pad against your thighs. You looked around your room. You saw your closet that was ajar, an old trophy by your desk and a small bamboo plant. Nothing sparked any inspiration so you looked to Seungcheol. He had resorted to scrolling through his phone with one ear bud in and the other out. You began to draw your friend in his relaxed position. Before you knew it you already had the pose down, it just needed some details.

The only sounds of your room were pencil to paper and the occasional tap of a phone screen. Your drawing had come along well, illustration was always your strong suit. Seungcheol stood from his seat and walked over to you. He looked at the drawing and smiled.

“Is that what I look like to you?” He asked.

“What?” You continued to draw as you spoke. “It just looks like you.”

He snickered. “Maybe if I was in a comic or something. I think you made my jaw a bit too strong.”

“That’s what it looked like from my angle!”

Seungcheol’s brow rose. “I’ll keep that in mind whenever I’m getting my picture taken.”

You finished up the drawing with a bit of shading. It turned out better than you expected and so you quickly dated it and left the note ‘Thank you for clearing the art block’ . You tore the page out of the sketch pad and handed it to Seungcheol. 

“Keep it. If it stays here it will just be collecting dust.”

Seungcheol smiled as he looked at the drawing. He then leaned down and enveloped you in a warm hug.

“What’s this for?” You asked as you were being squeezed.

“Nothing. I just like seeing you create things.” He ruffled the hair on top of your head after he released you. “I’m going to head out now. My family is probably wondering where I am.”

You nodded your head in response. “Tell them I said Merry Christmas!”

Seungcheol gave you a two finger salute and a wink before he left your room. There was a light buzzing feeling all over you. Quality time with friends does do that to a person. You stood from your bed once more and walked over to the canvas you had previously covered. You unveiled the unfinished work and stared. 

It was a portrait. More of a recreation of a picture. It was of  you, Seungcheol and Seokmin. The picture you referenced was pinned on the side of the canvas. A picture from Seokmin’s eighteenth birthday. The front of his face was being lit by the warm candle light. The flames reflected in his deep brown eyes, adding a sparkle of pure joy. His face was the image of innocence as his cheeks were puffed out, ready to blow out the candles. Seokmin was always the complete opposite of you. Vibrant, colorful, a little silly, and just so unapologetically him. He saw the beauty in the world and was able to capture special moments with his camera. You had no such talent, you mostly saw the world as a bit dull and empty. That’s why you painted. You would rather create something fantastic and other worldly than see the world as it actually was.

You checked your clock, it was already half past four, Seungcheol stayed longer than he said he would. Slowly, you prepared yourself for work. The only thing that kept you moving was knowing that the shop would be pretty empty. No one goes last minute shopping in a coffee shop. 

Fortunately, your assumption was correct. There had to have been a total of ten people in the span of six hours. You rid yourself of your apron and grabbed your bag from the back of the shop. Even though it was the end of your shift you couldn’t help but tidy up a few things to help your co-workers close up. You bid the other two who were working a goodnight and a Merry Christmas, that phrase became tiresome by the end of the shift.

The bus stop was not far from the cafe, but you decided to take a stroll. Since it was Christmas Eve the bridge over the town's river would be decorated with fairy lights; it was always a sight to behold. You found your way to the bridge, a few couples were taking pictures though they soon passed by. The road was empty, not a single car in sight, just peace and quiet. You leaned over the bridge rail and stared up at the night sky, the moon was barely a sliver of light that peeked through gray clouds. 

The winter air was crisp and cool. It brought you peace as you closed our eyes and enjoyed the breeze. Something cool fell onto your face. As you opened your eyes you could see snow falling from the sky. You didn’t want to admit it but something as simple as a few snowflakes was able to put a smile on your face. 

-in

A voice? Something like a whisper. You looked around but saw no one.

Give in.

A shiver went down your spine yet it wasn’t because of the cold weather. You whipped your head around, looking in every direction, but there was no one to be seen. Not a single person was on this bridge, it was only you. A surprisingly strong breeze blew by and you ducked down to block your face. When you opened your eyes once more you were met with a dull glow from beyond the bridge. You let your vision refocus and the sight was clear as day. Something was under the water; a faint, blue glow under the current. 

Give in. Join us.

You heard the voice once more, a soothing whisper. It was so soft, you wished to hear more. Before your eyes, the river’s current began to swirl, the spectacle nearly placed you under a hypnotizing spell. 

 A sharp chirping broke you from your trance and a flash of yellow caught your eye; a simple song bird. 

The voice sang into your ears once more.

Join us. Fall. There will be no more pain.

All you remembered was falling over the edge, the rush of cold air and freezing water biting at your skin.

Something else called out to you but it was muffled. Through the surface of the water, you saw a figure staring down at you. They were saying something: a call for help? Or was it just your name? 

Darkness consumed you as you felt your last breath escape.

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tw; suicide, death, description of death, this is shit;

simon watched from afar, gazing over at your figure, walking through the buildings looking for the enemy target. he didn't expect to see a bullet directed towards you, lodged in your heart, his face running cold as you collapsed to the ground.

he rushed over, even though he had a task at hand anything was better than watching you die. he could see the enemy towering above your form, crimson liquid sticking to your gear, the way you vommited blood and became more lifeless. simon's hands trembled, his true love was at serious danger, with a low chance of survival considered the circumstances. he wanted to tell you about the feelings he felt towards you, how they were sensual and romantic, how he planned a future with you.

the enemy stood above you, looming over you and glaring down with disgust and malice in his eyes. ghost grew closer as he sprinted through fields of grass, desperately attempting to make it towards you. the thing's he wanted to tell you, to show you. the way you made his heart skip a beat, now watching as your own slowed down, form becoming limper. you were stiff, shaking and trembling.

just as he was about to get ready to shoot the enemy, so you would atleast have closure, the building erupted into flames. the glowing light nearly blinded him, orange and red fire taking over the building, inching closer to your weak, bloodied body.

simon could sense the life in you, how you were fighting to stay alive, yet only losing more blood and energy in the process. he spoke on his radio, getting no response from price. he screamed, yelled, his throat nearly rupturing as he yelled into the radio once again, a sliver of hope that you'd respond. and you did, just not the way he expected.

he couldn't hear your voice coherently, instead the flamed, the choked sobs and cries leaving your strained throat. “s-i.-” it went quiet, broken. splinters of fire covering your motionless body, finally seccumbing to death, taking over your soul. he didn't notice the wet tears on his mask, or the husky voice yelling at him on the radio. he fell to his knees in defeat.

days passed, others watched as he became worn down. skipping meals due to a loss of appetite, his heart throbbing and aching with each memory playing in his mind like a film. he'd went out on a mission, the same place, looking to find your body to reveak whether you were deceased or not. to be honest, it was cruel for ghost to be put in charge of this, pure evil.

he saw your burnt body, parts of flesh and skin burnt and bloodied. he noticed that you weren't completely burnt, seeming to have died from blood loss before the flames reached you, which they never fully did. he grasped at his gun, taking it from the holster, pressing his body against your weakened, dead one. simon's form fit behind you, like a glove, holding you in his arms, sobbing as he realised what truly happened to you; the fear, terror, agony.

the muzzle pressed towards his forehead, dusk settling in the sky, the sounds of soldiers far off in the distance going unnoticed. the only thing that mattered to him was you and that had been ripped from him brutally. he had nothing without you, that cold heart you warmed up, gone. “i stick to my words, sweetheart,” a promise, whispered in your ear, as if you could hear him.

you would hate him for doing what he was about to do, despise him for ever taking something ever so precious, “we'll always be together.” the words left his lips, pulling the trigger and taking his own life. his body quickly fell into the same state of you. but as long as you two were together,

nothing could stop you.

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Forgiveness pt.1

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Reader is a victim of the Winter Soldier. When Bucky finds her to apologize, she tries to shoot him thinking he’s still the Winter Soldier. Angst, fluff, mentors of violence and blood, Bucky spills his heart out to you. Takes place during Falcon And The Winter Soldier.

Ten years ago...

Shots rung through the alleyway, a man now was dead. As a man with a sliver metal arm stood above him with an expressionless face. He turned around to leave the alleyway only to notice a girl standing there in absolute horror. Y/N was frozen with fear and only came to her senses when the man began to walk closer to her. She screamed and began running from him. However, he caught up with her shooting her in the leg. She fell down hard as her face hit the sidewalk as the blood began to pour from her fractured nose. He came towards her and began punching her face, stomach, and pressing his foot on her injury. Her screamed echoed through the night. He looked down at her with the same expression as the man he killed. She knew this was where she was going to die. Until a bright light cascaded on their bodies, blinding the man standing before her. She saw his face, from his blue eyes, and blood splattered face. If she wasn't being murdered right now she'd think this man was handsome. He then ran back into the alleyway and somehow disappeared. Y/N cried not just from her injuries, but from the sweet relief that her life might last a little bit longer. A police officer kneeled down towards her asking her questions, but she couldn't respond still coming down from the adrenaline rush she just had. She knew that if she ever saw that man with the silver arm again, she would be ready to face him.

Bucky's Pov

Apologizing has been one of the hardest things I've needed to do. Looking into the eyes of my victims or their loved ones makes me feel a guilt that is all consuming. My therapist suggested that this was a good idea, but it sure as hell doesn't feel that way. I'd rather just send them a letter and a gift basket, but I know these people deserve much better than that. I was near done with my list, as I just talked to two of the last three on my list. Their tears and screams will keep me up at night for the rest of my life. Part of me thought that I deserve it, but at the same time it wasn't me who killed or hurt those people, it was The Winter Soldier.

The sun was beginning to set in the sky as the chill of the coming night began to fill the air. Walking up to the apartment building, I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. I really hurt his girl, and I could understand if she could never forgive me, I certinaly wouldn't. Her name was Y/n L/N.As I got to her apartment I hesitated knocking on her door. What I did to her was pure evil and from what I've heard about her is that she's had to go through years of therapy because of it. Taking a leap of faith, I knocked on the door. After a couple of seconds, I heard footsteps and then the door opened slightly reveling her. She was beautiful, her hair was a lovely h/c, her eyes looked tired and I was guessed she was going to bed. Her face was laced with confusion before quickly changing into horror.

"Get the hell away from me." She snaped

"Please I'm not him anymore." I pleated

"You're a fucking liar!" She cried running quickly into her kitchen grabbling a gun from under her sink. She then pointed the gun at me and fired, which bounced off my metal hand that I used to protect myself.

"Y/N, please just hear me out. I'm not him anymore!?" I shouted raising my hand in the air.

"Why in the hell would I do that?" She yelled

"Look I don't know. All I know is that I hurt you in horrible ways and I'm so sorry that I did." I said softly looking into her eyes.

"I nearly died because of you. And you came to apologize?" She questioned still pointing the gun at me.

"You're right, I promise after I'm done you will never see me again." I promised her lowering my hands.

"Fine, you have two minutes and if you're not out by then I will shoot you in the fucking head. Do you understand?" She said sternly

"Yes, I understand." I responded lowering my hands

"Stay standing and don't make any sudden movements." She ordered lowering her gun but still holding it.

"You got it." I said

"Talk." she ordered

"I know that I hurt you and I came here to say sorry. I'm not that monster anymore and I can assure you that he's dead. He will never hurt you or anyone else again. He was a tool for H.Y.D.R.A and I had no say in what I did. They brainwashed me and forced my body to kill innocent people. I'm not trying to condone my actions, I'm just trying to explain. " I calmly said trying not to make her more scared. Her eyes seemed to soften a little.

"Do you remember everything?" She questioned

"Yes, I remember all of them. Every single person, from their cries, to the sound of their blood hitting the ground. I remember how it felt to kill them and how little I cared. I never want to be like that again, and I've gone through a lot to make sure that I don't." I said tears prickling my eyes.

"So what's your real name then?" she questioned hesitantly

"James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky." I told her with a slight smile.

"Good name, hell of a lot better than The Winter Soldier." She joked hesitantly

"Yeah." I chucked

"So you weren't the one doing all of that, are you sure?" she questioned placing the gun on the counter to her right.

"No I wasn't, I would never have hurt you, I promise." I reassured giving her a smile.

"I still can't forgive you." She admitted

"I know and I don't expect you to. What I did, what he did, was unforgivable." I stated sadly. "I should go, thank you for your time."

"Yeah, no problem." she said softly

"See you around." I said turning around to leave her nice apartment.

"Wait, can I have your number? Not for anything like that or whatever, but if I do forgive you, I'd like to let you know." She cried out getting my attention with her phone in hand.

"Sure, I'd love to." I smiled at her grabbing her phone and putting my number in. After I did, I put 'Bucky' as my name in her contacts, hoping she wouldn't mind.

"Thanks." She whispered

"Have a goodnight." I whispered looking into her eyes

"You too, stay outta trouble." She joked

"You too." I laughed leaving her apartment. I left feeling satisfied with what I had accomplished yet still hoping one day she can forgive me.

Three months later...

Sam and I decided to head to his favorite bar in his hometown. We were laughing and telling good stories from our pasts. Today we fixed his family's boat and decided to celebrate with a couple of drinks. I was on my third beer when all of the sudden my phone vibrated. Curiously, I looked down only to be texted by someone I honestly thought I'd never hear from. Tears ran down my face as I read the simple but important message.

'I forgive you'

Thank you so much for reading! This is the first Marvel fic I’ve written. Should I do a part 2?

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[i-am-baechu]

Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

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Interlude

→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader 

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior

→ Warnings for the chapter: Emergency room, depression, depression medication talk (only mentioned), blood, and throwing up 

→ Author’s note: I wanted to do something different for this 💜

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Everything felt light. It was as if the world around was a bubble and she was sitting on it. Waiting for it to pop and she would fall down forever. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her to see a sliver of light against what looked like a curtain. She glanced down to see she was on a bed but she couldn’t make out the designs on the blanket. She slowly stood up from the bed and walked towards the curtains. She pushed the soft fabric and she closed her eyes when the light became too bright. 

When she opened her eyes, she was met with a field of flowers. She hesitated to walk into them but she felt a small hand on her back, pushing her into the delicate pinks and purple. When she hit the flowers, petals went up around her and when she went to see who pushed, there was no one.  

She glanced down at the flowers, pink and purple chrysanthemums. She gently plucked a pink and admired the beauty of the delicate life form. She let the flower go and slowly got up. She had no idea where she was but it felt familiar and she didn’t know if that was comforting in any way. 

She walked and she felt bad hearing the crunch of the flowers beneath her. Obviously not bad enough to make her stand still. The walk turned into running. Running where? She had no idea but she was running. She stopped and fell to her knees, the flower field was never-ending. She looked up into the pale sky and stared into the abyss. 

When she looked back down, a full-length mirror appeared. She looked at it with a confused look but continued to stare at herself until a voice made her jump, “The reflection exposes more reality than the object that it echoes.”

She looked past the glass and saw a black cloak dancing in the wind. An old friend looks down at her. He snapped his fingers and now she was in a home. She looked down to see herself sitting in a chair. He grabbed the teapot and poured some tea for the two of them.

“It’s been a while, Y/N.”

“It has…”

He pushed the teacup towards her while he took a sip, “Do they know you met me before?”

Silence.

He lets out a deep chuckle and places the cup back into the saucer, “Silence gives me the answer. The answer that you can’t say aloud. It would do you good to say things aloud.”

“I-I can’t…”

“I’ve been with you since the beginning. We are friends, which is why I’m here. Is your heart finally ready to let go or do you want to force it to stop?”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

He glances at the wall and then back at her, “No, one’s natural and the other is the desperation of an individual.”

“I see…is that why I’m here?”

“Correct. Another life or death situation for you Miss Y/N. Just like before. I do wish we could meet on a happier note.” 

She sighed and glanced down at her fingers, “What if I want to die?” 

“Then you take my hand but I doubt that.”

She looked back up and glanced at him, “Why do you say that?”

“You're just scared. Dying isn’t going to magically change the emotion. What about that boy, Jungkook?”

“I love him.”

“Then death isn’t the answer. We’re having the same conversation in different fonts. Even in the dark, with nothingness at the fingertips, there’s always something there to stop you.” 

She sighed and leaned back in the chair, “I guess I am scared…isn’t that normal for anyone in this situation?”

“Trying to protect yourself from the harshness of the world but fear is born because of it. I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again.”

“I wish I could forget and have a blank canvas.”

“Don’t all humans feel the same? The more you try to forget or avoid, the more damage you cause to yourself.”

She took a sip of her tea and closed her eyes, “Within my heart, a deadly sadness flourishes. I have no idea how to control it nor do I want to understand it.”

“That’s the problem. Running away is easier. No matter how tired you are, you run.”

There was a loud beeping noise and she glanced at the ceiling and then back at him, “I don’t want to go back…but at the same time I do. I have no idea what to do anymore. When I go back, the only thing they changed is me and it is for the better.”

“Sadly my dear, I can’t help you. Sometimes allowing yourself to have a breakdown can open new doors.”

“Is it selfish of me to say I want to die?”

“You’ve been fighting for so long that you're ready to put your sword in the ground. However, no one said you needed to fight. Open your eyes, Y/N.”

She opened her eyes and she was met with the white ceiling. Everything felt sore and the beeping noise was annoying her. She slowly got up and it finally registered where she was. She was in a hospital room. She looked around but her eyes landed on her boyfriend who was sleeping on the pullout couch. 

She didn’t want to wake him up. It was clear he was tired. She laid back down and glanced through the window to see the moon and stars shining away. Just then she watched a pink petal fall from the sky. She knew what it meant but she didn’t know how to put it into action. Time will tell. Will she have a breakdown or continue whatever this life is now? She had no idea what the future had and sadly a small part of her wished there was no future. 

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[divinecoya]

Only His

Summary: Ethan’s jealousy gets the best of him and it leads to you upset and him angry at himself

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Very brief mention of blood,  g!n but the reader is wearing makeup, mean!Ethan, gf!Ethan I think???, cursing angst, possessive Ethan, hurt/comfort

A/N: I have not written a fic in years literally so this probably isn’t the greatest, I am welcome to constructive feedback because I definitely need to improve. I meant this to be fluffier but it's kinda sad!!!

Ethan hated parties. He hates the smell, the loud, obnoxious music, and the number of people fucking everywhere. He loves you though, so when you begged him to go out with you, he agreed without hesitating. Now, he stood clinging onto you like a lost puppy while you talked and laughed with Chad. Ethan doesn’t understand what Chad said that was so funny that your head was thrown back and you wiped your eyes, trying not to ruin your makeup. Ethan loved your laugh, but only when he was making you laugh. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone that wasn’t him making you feel this sort of way. Chad was an all-around great guy, but his looks definitely outweighed his smarts, which was probably why he didn’t notice the death glare Ethan was sending him. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart when he realized you had barely even looked in his direction since you two arrived at the frat party. 

"Need air" He mumbled into your ear, not even checking to see if you heard him as he sped away. 

He wanted to kill him; he wanted to make sure Chad couldn’t even breathe in his lover's direction because you were his, not Chad’s. Thoughts of Chad taking you away from him made Ethan clench his fists together so hard that he left marks. He bumped into the dancing bodies as he gasped for air, not caring how Mindy looked at him suspiciously or that you called his name, not understanding his urgency to leave. 

Finally, he ended up outside, his back pressed against the car that was parked in the driveway. He tried to slow his breathing by acknowledging the things he could see: couples making out in the grass, the full moon in the sky, the frat house flashing with bright lights, the sliver of blood on his hands from him tearing the skin with his nails, and you. 

You stood on the porch, scanning the area, looking for your boyfriend. You barely heard what he said before he left so suddenly, too busy reminiscing about your childhood with Chad, the boy you had known before you could walk. You felt bad for not realizing how uncomfortable your boyfriend might have been in the crowded party. 

"Oh baby," you cooed, walking up to Ethan as you saw the pout on his face. 

Ethan wanted to fall into your arms and never let you go, but he couldn’t. You betrayed him, you didn’t really love him, you couldn’t love a loser like him. You deserved to be with someone as handsome and funny as Chad, not him.

 "Don’t fucking touch me," Ethan said with a wobbly voice. "Shouldn’t you be all over your boyfriend Chad?" You stood in shock and confusion as your sweet boyfriend said those horrible things to you. Why was he speaking to you like that, what did you do to hurt him? 

"Ethan, what are you talking about?" You held back tears as your boyfriend scoffed and looked down at you. 

"Stop acting all innocent; if you want him so bad, you can have him," Ethan spat. He didn’t mean the things he was saying; he hates the idea of you leaving him for someone else, but the words wouldn’t stop until it was too late. 

"Why are you being so mean?" was the only thing you could say before walking away, just wanting to be out of his sight and needing to be alone. 

Fuck. 

He had to ruin the only good thing he had; he wanted to go after you but couldn’t, not just yet. He was shaking as the adrenaline of the anger started to wear off, and he felt like complete shit. Ethan compared himself to his father; everything he did was something his dad had done to him, the yelling and the ignorance. He hated his father and would lose it if you hated him the same way. 

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You laid curled up in your bed, your mascara running down your eyes as you cried for what seemed like forever. You loved Ethan, and you thought he loved you just as much—or more than you did. Then why did he say that to you? You wiped your tears with the tissue your roommate Anika left for you before hesitantly going to meet her girlfriend at the party. When you tossed the now black tissue in the trash, you heard a gentle knock at your door. You frowned at the door, knowing it could’ve been ghostface or your boyfriend, and in the moment, you wished and wished it was the brutal murderer. You believed that you could face ghostface before you could even look in your boyfriend's direction. The door slowly opened, and your boyfriend peeked inside, quickly walking towards you when he saw black smudges under your eyes. 

"Angel," he started softly, looking into your glossy eyes for approval to sit on the bed next to you. You broke eye contact, looking anywhere but him as the tears threatened to spill. You couldn’t look at him without thinking about what happened earlier, the moment playing in your head over and over. 

"I’m so so so sorry." He said, putting emphasis on the sorry, "I’m so mean to my pretty baby; I didn’t even think about my words before I spoke, and I hurt you." You wanted to stay mad at him, but the way he was fidgeting and trying to catch your eyes made you know that he meant it. Relief filled your body as you realized he didn’t hate you, that your overthinking was wrong, and that you would be in his embrace once again. 

You made eye contact with him, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer. Ethan knew exactly what you wanted and moved over to the head of the bed and pulled you into his lap, cradling and slowly rocking you like a baby.

 "I don’t want you to talk to me like that again," You said quietly but loud enough for Ethan to hear every word, "I thought you didn’t love me any-" Before you could finish that sentence, Ethan gently placed his lips against yours and silenced you with a kiss. When he pulled back, he stroked your cheek, and he furrowed his brows, angry at himself for making you think that God awful thought.

 "Angel I will never ever stop loving you; you are mine forever, you understand?" Gazing into your eyes once again as you nodded, making sure you really understood what he meant. Maybe he doesn’t deserve you, but he needed you and he knew you needed him. You were his and his only; not Chad’s, not the frat guys that stared at you as soon as you entered the party, not anyone's but his.

[joprompts]

the great gatsby (2023 musical) starters. part one. *starters from the musical. slightly edited for rp purposes. adjust as necessary.

each night we're shooting for the moon.

you fight and return only to learn that you have lost her.

impossible, old sport.

i thought you disappeared, thought you were gone. buried you in my heart but as i moved on, i had this feeling as i was falling, the sound across the bay was the sound of you calling.

where's the party and can you take me there?

you're like the eyes of god.

she is late so i'm off to go scream in a jar!

run, runaway, let's drive until morning!

i am not okay.

we so-and-so's are so sophisticated!

though, i'm not showing, the baby's growing.

we'll go back to that kiss.

drown me in the bay!

soon, she'll walk through my door so what's an hour more? she wants to make me wait? well, dammit, i can wait!

how can she be gone? she's still everywhere.

he'll love this baby as his own.

all the years that we missed will blow away in the breeze.

save me, too.

for better or worse. for rich or for poor. my husband has delivered on the rich part, but the better, i'm not sure.

you know that there is no forgetting her.

soon, we three will be a million miles away.

only heaven knows what i might do. if i save you, will you save me too?

everybody is a tiny bit shady.

you know that i love you, did i saw i love you? i love you!

can you stop for a moment and just take in the view? no, darling, i'm looking at you!

you remind me of an absolute rose.

one mile down with seven to go.

soon, this will all be done. two lives will turn into one. we have a date with fate.

for better or worse, my vows have been made.

it was under a willow tree, i kissed the nicest girl i've met and time stood still.

it's so simple, that it's funny!

do you know what i did when my baby was born? you don't because no one was there.

i learned it is not what feels the best, it is what will hurt the least.

now you know why it's time to leave the valley of ashes.

no one understands how she can save me.

a lot of married men can't be trusted.

they say you can't relieve the past, but you know what i see? finally the past is catching up to me.

let's go before i change my mind!

where is my share of the heavens? my sliver of the silver sky?

i've been domesticated.

i should go right now!

so certain my soldier had been lost and with him half my heart.

i went to war for her. braved foreign shore for her.

will she see i've made my world in the image of her dreams?

you're a lighthouse.

"it's a girl," the nurse said and i broke.

come one-way road, no matter what!

the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful, little fool.

once again, trouble in paradise.

do you know what i did when my baby was born?

the light's still green and we've only begun!

is this the latest thing, the latest thrill?

you have the eyes of god. who's gonna be his hands?

i have waited five years and today is the day.

someday soon, i'll have us all related.

no, you make a fool of me!

let my girl be a fool to whom it won't occur but the choices she makes in this life are never hers.

i kissed her and knew i'd ever stray.

we'll drive through the night, back to [location] and i'll marry you there, on your father's front lawn.

he wore a secondhand suit on our wedding day!

the reason i'm brave and the reason i'm broke.

had a past to rectify, made that nickel multiply.

it's a blessing and a curse.

forgive me for being his end.