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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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Whoo hoo lets goooo!

Warnings: stalking, breaking entry, kidnapping, mentions of murder and torture, bullying, harassment, tormenting, indications/implications of rape, detaining, cursing, subtle groping, main character touches themself....i think that's it. let me know if i missed something.

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“Yeah, I’ll get a large Americano.”

“Will that be all for you?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the name for the order?”

“Heeseung.”

Unfamiliar with the cultural sense behind his name, the barista displayed a slight look of confusion, while blushing at how handsome he looked as he swiped his card. “He-…..Hee….how do you spell it?” she asks.

“Here.” Taking the cup and the marker out of her hands, all in a rather sudden manner and startling the poor girl, Heeseung took the cap off with his teeth, gently gripping it in place between the two rows of his pearly whites as he drafted his own name on the transparent cup, before issuing it back to the barista. Taking it gently, she blushes even more than before as she looks up and notices that the cap was still in the grip of his teeth, yet his eyes were fiercely wide and somewhat eerie. She became speechless and merely nodded.

“I…um…..we’ll have that ready for you shortly.”

Opening his eyes wider for just a second, he turns his face to the side and spits the cap out harshly as it lands out on the floor. “Great.” He scoffs as he walks over to the side and leans back against the wall of the waiting area.

Standing with his arms crossed, he stretches his neck out as he gleams down from beneath his black baseball cap. With a white tee and a pair of straight jeans, the man’s frame could be made out just slightly as his muscle definition peered through the material of his shirt, yet it was loose enough to remain subtle in its display of his body. He was tall and looked incredibly intimidating. With only the hue of purple in his hair, peeking out from below his baseball cap, no one else dared to look long enough at the man’s face, for the moment he tilted his head back and showed off his shiny beaded eyes, there was an instant chill issued along with his frightening glare.

(Pls ignore the mic. This picture was too fitting bc…well…arms. That’s why.)

“Stop it, please!”

Turning his head over, he witnesses a pair of brute college boys, along with a woman who seemed to be of the same age, all harshly grabbing and pushing a frail girl inside the café.

“Please I told you….I don’t have money.”

“Bullshit.” The female spatted. “Now, you know our favorite drinks, so get in line and get us our drinks.”

“But…I’m not lying. I hadn’t gotten paid yet, and you took the last of my money…..please. I’ll buy you lunch and coffee as soon as I get paid.”

“Noooo…you can order the drinks, and if you’re really broke then you can stall up the line and maybe make a scene, to distract everyone, so we can go to the counter and take the mobile orders waiting for pickup.”

“Please don’t….I can’t……”

Grabbing the girl by her arm, the much dominant female drags her inside the ladies restroom. The two brutes make their way over to a seated area as they wait.

A few moments went by, and the pair emerged out, only this time, Heeseung noted a change in the submissive female’s hair.

With the short and neat bob cut that she had adorned, with her bangs trimmed right above her brow, he gained a vantage point of the view firsthand, all thanks to his height. There, the poor girl stood with the very top of her head displaying a most unflattering hair style. The top layer of her hair nearly all gone, burnt off, with only an inch length that spiked right up towards the ceiling from lacking length and flexibility.

Flickering a lighter repeatedly and blowing over the top of it, the dominant woman slyly walks over to meet with her two friends, smirking as she takes pride in her work. Heeseung continued to watch, and glared as the three sat at the table, all watching the poor girl as she stood with that atrocious look. With tears streaming down her face, she merely took in her breaths as she stood, trying to gain composure and abide by the trio's demand.

He hated those types of people……the weak…the ones that allowed themselves to be pushed around, never doing anything to strengthen themselves. How annoying. The only thing he hated more than those types, were the spoiled, the sullied, the rich and the greedy, the ones that looked down on the weak and the useless and abused their families influence.....like the three at the table. In fact, he hated them so much......he enjoyed using his toys on them whenever he found himself triggered.

Grabbing his phone, he initiates a conversation with someone…..

Inserting the phone back in his pocket, he turns back to look at the victim, who remained standing a few feet away from the entrance, quietly and faintly sobbing.

“For crying out loud…just get out. The door is like…right there, girl.”

Mentally irked at how the girl remained frozen still, he drafted up the energy to set aside his annoyance and was prepared to confront her on his own and force her to leave, saving her the harassment by the ruffians who clearly made a habit of tormenting her. When all of a sudden…..

"Welcome to *name of your favorite cafe*." the baristas all greet as the young woman enters through the door.

Walking in to the setting, you donned a pair of black leggings with a black low crop, long sleeve to top to match, along with a green baseball cap that kept all your hair bundled up. Entering, you noted the frail stature of the girl before you, yet it hadn’t been apparent that she was upset until you went to walk pass, trying to make your way in the line. Once you were side by side with the younger and much shorter girl, you glanced over and paused in your steps, noting the streams down her cheeks. Taking a closer look, you saw the terrible cut she had on the top of her head, as if her locks were mauled off by an animal. As you observed the top of her head, you smelled the faint scent of burnt hair around her presence.

Overhearing the impudent laughter coming from a table that was across the other side of the café, you looked back at the girl and grew heavy lidded at the sight, unaware that your actions were being watched the entire time, as you had caught the eye of a very intrigued male standing off to the side, a few feet up ahead.

He observed quietly, watching as walked up with grace in every foot step. Your figure was so delicate and divine in the tight athletic wear you donned on, yet your face and hair remained hidden much like his, due to your hat. Yet the moment he saw you look down at the sobbing girl, his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly gasped open at the sight that took place when you reached up and gently took off your cap.

Your long hair falls gracefully and dresses the curves and shape of your breasts, your face was both foreign and enchanting, you were the most amazing thing he's ever seen. You gazed at the line up ahead, not even noticing the tall handsome stranger that was gawking at you off to the side; the moment he had cleared vision of your eyes, he was done, he was sold. He was beyond intrigued. He didn’t know what was happening, but there was something growing inside him that never was there, it was a sensation that instilled a craving in his gut.....he wanted to see more.

Despite all the pretty’s he’s had, where so many women who threw themselves at his feet, none have ever caused this stir of echoing emotions that was eating him alive. Each girl he's ever had, all desperate for just an ounce of his attention, would get but one night of pleasure, and experience the cruelty of his selfish nature as he never bothered to call or message any of them back. To him, they were just pretty little things for him to use, nothing more. He never once developed anything beyond the requirements of his sexual and physical needs, and yet here you are....defying the laws of his physics and mentality……so different….so very different.

You took your cap and gently placed it on the girls head, never minding what she may have felt about in concerns to hygiene, yet it would seem that the abhorred haircut was something that took precedence over the matter of feelings, so you went ahead and gently placed it on top of her head and watched as she turned to look up at you, taking in the soft smile you issued back at her.

With a grateful countenance, the girl began to cry once more as she felt overwhelmed by your kind gesture, in which you nodded softly.

“Care to have coffee with me?” You asked the girl.

Nodding rather enthusiastically, she poked her tiny hands through the overbearingly long sleeves of her oversized cardigan sweater dress and reached for your arm. You took her in and wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you held onto your phone and wallet in the other. Walking up to the line side by side, you issued a stern look over to the ruffians that preserved the table, noting the look of irritation in their faces. Despite their abhorrence of the matter, they remained distant and eventually found that you weren’t going to leave the girl’s side, and end up taking their leave.

“Do you need me to walk you home? Bus station? Or maybe to the train?” you asked.

The girl sipped on her coffee drink and began to converse with you, all the while as you two remained seated. Not once did you notice a pair of eyes had remained glued to you, along with an infatuated smirk.

After waiting at the bus station for the girl’s ride to arrive, you bid her farewell and best of luck before heading home, never knowing of the tall, dark and handsome man that inconspicuously followed you.

He remained distant and unnoticed but kept traces on you as you took your turns, crossed streets, and even went into a boutique for just a moment to pick up some hosiery for the young girl. As it turns out, during your conversation with her, you found out that she was attending the same college you had graduated from a few years ago, recalling as she told you that she had just started her first year. The idea of a first-year student being bullied broke your heart, so you figured it would be nice to get her a small gift and stop over at the college to pay her a visit, and check up on her.

“She says she likes to wear skirts and dresses a lot, so maybe I’ll get her some assorted stockings. That might cheer her up, oh and another hat, just until her hair grows back.”

Thinking of the girl, you grabbed and paid for the items, before heading back on route to your apartment. Entering the main lobby of the residential building, you stopped over where the mailboxes were located. Placing in your key, you opened the small latch door and reached into the small square opening in the wall that had displayed your apartment number, located on the tenth floor. Peering in as he enters the lobby, Heeseung places his phone next to his ear, giving off the image that he was engaged in a phone call, all the while he sets his sights on your mailbox from afar, never once breaking his gaze from it. It was hard, since he desperately wanted to continue to watch you, yet it was crucial for him to remain staring at your mailbox, just up until you closed and locked it, before making your way over to the elevators.

Maintaining the stare, he walks over to the corner, eyes never leaving the small square. As he breached closer, the placard could be made out at close sight, it contained your apartment number, your first and middle initial, followed by your last name.

1004 First initial. Middle initials. Last name.

Shifting his sights over to the elevators, he walks over and dings in for the next carriage to take him up to the tenth floor.

Arriving on the top level, he walks through the narrow corridor, one side of it displaying tall windows to view the neighboring buildings and open sky. Following the unit numbers of each door that was distanced out from each other rather sparingly, he reaches the end of the hall and there, the last unit remained, apartment number 1004.

Sensing that you were just beginning your day, given that the time was early in the morning, he walks up to your door and notes the structure and design. It was so simplistic and lacked any sense of safety protocol in its feature, how could someone as wondrous as you be so careless to live in a place without exaggerated safety measures?

……..

Within the hour, you showered, got dressed, and munched on an English muffin along with your morning cup of coffee before grabbing your phone and wallet, heading off to work. With your light raincoat swooped over your arm, you gracefully walked over and dinged in for an elevator to bring you down to the floor level, unaware of the male that was lurking from around the corner, waiting for you to leave your apartment.

He waited for a solid twenty minutes, to ensure that you weren’t going to come back in. After noting the time, he breaches your door once more and reaches up to the top to grab hold of a thin strip of aluminum that he had slid in previously, all while you had been in the shower. Sliding it all the way to the inner corner, he bent to hook it over the top ledge of the top of the frame, so that it would remain in place. Based off his experience, gathered from his years of stalking many victims in the past, he knew, that out of human nature, you would never look up and discover the tool as you locked your door. At the most, a person may set their gaze at eye level as they enter or exit, but statistic will show that hardly anyone will ever tilt their head and look up since their eyes naturally are drawn to the knob as they lock or unlock a door.

Unhooking the aluminum strip from the ledge, he slides the piece as it remains in between the door panel and the frame, sliding it all the way down to the locking mechanism above the knob. From there, a simple turn of his wrist and bending the strip at an angle was all it took for the bolt to click over to the opposite side, unlocking it.

Entering, he noted the smell of lavender and orchid blossoms that filled the air. It was so pleasant and airy, so very fragrant. It was as if he was basking in the foreign fields of orchids and lavender in full bloom. Noting your chic and girlish furnishings, he smirked as he walked past your media stand, admiring the soft beige sectional that adorned your living room. Looking over to the TV, he saw some framed photos of family and friends, some of which had contained you posing with them, in which he would pick up and take a closer look.

“Damn she’s gorgeous…..”

He remained quiet until he cleared the apartment of any other inhabitants; roommates or family that may have been living with you, yet much to his delight, there were none. He then took the opportunity to go inside your bedroom, where your bed was nicely made. Sitting on the edge of your queen size bed, he leans into one of the pillows and takes a whiff of the scent, it had smelled just like your hair. It was of roses and chamomile, something that he never knew he would appreciate so much until now.

Standing up, he walks over to your vanity and notes your perfume bottle on display. Taking it, he releases the cap, and sprays it over his wrist to analyze the ingredients that made up the fragrance. It was a subtle scent, yet fresh with a hint of spring florals and just a tinge of fruity sweetness to it. It was heaven to him. Looking around, he opens up a few of the top drawers and finds exactly what he was looking for, your lingerie.

Noting the amount of lace in your collection, he smirks.

“Huh…..she likes lace….my kinda girl.”

Scouting through, he really wasn’t trying to get a pair of your panties, although the temptation was strong. Instead, what he was looking for was something that wasn’t obviously an undergarment, but something that he could always carry around and pull out of his pocket with ease….something like….

“Hmm….this will work.”

Grabbing on to a pair of lace gloves, he takes the right one and drenches it with your perfume, airing it out as he waves it around for a moment before he shoves it in his back pocket. Closing your drawer delicately, he looks over towards your master closet, and takes a peek inside. He flips the light switch on and smiles at the beautiful display of dresses, both flirty and sophisticated, while also admiring the neat display of folded jeans and tee shirts in the open cabinets decorating the wall. It would so appear, that you had a taste of casual chic fashion, yet had invested in sophisticated and elegant attire for work.

Flipping through all the hangers, his fingertips drag against each fabric, allowing him to take in the sensation of what you wear daily. God…..he wondered how you would look wearing something with frills and lace, or cashmere, or this one, a dress made of satin. Your body was literally the peak of ideal femininity, there was no doubt in his mind that whatever it is you put on, you would look stunning in it.

Walking deeper inside the closet, he notes a framed piece that was set on top of the cabinets, leaned up against the wall instead of being hanged up. It was your college degree, from the same college he was attending.

“Wow….she’s older than I am?”

Despite being in his last year of college, Heeseung was intrigued and grew even more fascinated about you. The fact that you were older, though you looked of the same age as him, even younger in fact, was something that only made him grow more obsessed with wanting to see and learn more about you. He continued his exploration and looked for any indicators of a boyfriend, or perhaps a fiancé. To his surprise, there were none.

“Beautiful girl like her….single? That’s just…..that’s insane…but I’m not complaining.”

Aside from seeing no signs of a partner, he was also delighted to see that you didn’t seem to be actively engaged in sex either, there were no forms of birth control nor were there any prophylactics. To be sure, he searched….thoroughly.

“So she’s a good girl then? Or maybe….she’s one of those ball-busting career types? Either way, I dig it.”

The thought of you preserving your body, how tight your womanhood must be from being untouched for God only knows how long, it greatly.......stimulated him.

After he had his fill in exploring your apartment, he exits and discards the aluminum strip. Taking out your glove, he sniffs it before entering the elevator. From that day forth, Heeseung had eventually found out where you worked, where you did your grocery shopping and found out that the café was your favorite spot every morning after working out, precisely at around 7 am. In between his classes, he managed to go out to ‘check’ on you as you made your way around to various spots for lunch or maybe did some quick shopping and run errands. No matter what time of the day it was, he made sure to see you at least once, making sure you were okay, that you were happy and not in distressed.

“There you are baby…..you seem like you’re having a good day today.”

“Hmm….why do you look a bit ticked off? Who pissed you off today? Fuck I wish I knew….I’d make them regret it…….please smile…smile for me baby.”

“Awww….my girl likes pastries….what are those? Macaroons? You like macaroons baby girl?......When you’re mine, I’ll give you the world and whatever you want. How does that sound?”

With all his mental thoughts on you and the constant check-ups, he fell harder and harder, it was unreal to him. He wanted to know and see more….he wanted to hear more….he wanted more.

His approach was well thought out and planned. You didn’t have to know what he had done in the past…even though he hadn’t dipped into his habits since the day he saw you in the cafe, yet the fact remained that he had a closet full of skeletons that he wasn’t necessarily ashamed of, for all those times it brought him relief and was a reprieve for him. But he didn’t want to scare you…he didn’t want you to know about what he did for obvious reasons. All that mattered now was for you to get to know him….as the man who was falling in love with you, despite you being unaware of his existence.

After weeks of stalking and admiring you from a distance, he figured today would be perfect to put his acting skills to the test and “accidently” bump into you, all in the effort to start up a conversation. From there, he would use his charm and tenacity to get by and push through any barriers you would set up, all so he could get in and make you his. He had everything mapped out in a systematic approach…..but he never got the chance to put it to use.

Watching as you were grabbing coffee during your lunch hour at your favorite cafe, Heeseung remained in his car, ready to step out and put his plan to action, yet took a few minutes to enjoy himself as he nonchalantly rubbed his bulge. Staring at the way you moved, the way you smiled, laughed, walked and admired each building as you made your way inside the coffee shop, you looked far too wondrous for him to not touch himself. Gently rubbing his fingers up and down, he took a series of gulps as he became hot and bothered, faintly panting as he leaned into his seat and watched you delicately swing the door open and entered in the building.

“Oh God…..my fucking girl…just…..who are you?....What are you? Where do you come from? What place exists…that makes someone like you?”

Finding his breath stolen by just the sight of you, Heeseung's mind begins to drift off and he wondered how you must feel with him inside you. How your skin must feel pressed against his, and how you must taste like.

"I bet she tastes like candy.....fuck girl....the things you're doing to me....I just wanna...."

*Ding*

Suddenly, his eye catches on to something that snapped him out of his dazed state of passion. There was something.....someone that taking an interest....with you.

"Who the fuck.....?"

Straightening his posture, Heeseung became overly alert as he witnessed the man's head trailing right after you as you walked in, placing no situational awareness in his setting as he stared at you....hard. Nearby, was female who noted your stops and also followed you closely, while occasionally sending a nod to the large man that seemed to be craving you just as much as Heeseung was. It was evident by the way he stroked his chin and gasped his mouth open, while occasionally rubbing his crotch under the table nearby, licking his lips in the process.

"Mother fucker....."

Cursing himself, Heeseung quickly sends a new text to a friend, one who would be able to help him out in this situation. With his focus on the male perpetrator that was eyeing you down, Heeseung spared no effort in taking his sights off him, leaving the female open and unsighted......but not for long.

……..

Setting his gaze back at the man that eluded manners, ones that Heeseung could easily identify…..the behavior display of stalking and tracking, methods that he himself had used to follow you home the first day. However, unlike Heeseung, the large man was sloppy in his technique. He was following too close and wasn’t at all inconspicuous, instead, he was openly staring, walking behind in short distance, and made no effort to distract his intent by any means. It was as if the man was starving for you to the point where he couldn’t control himself. Had he been watching you the whole time? If so…..how did Heeseung not notice? Was he too enamored by you that he grew complacent of your surroundings?

He watched as you walked back into the building of your place of work. For hours, the man stood off into a nearby alley, lurking in the shadows, occasionally dipping into the cafe and sending out messages. No doubt the recipient was that female accomplice of his. Remaining in his car on the other side of the road across the building, Heeseung watched the man like a hawk, clenching his. If only the man wasn't in a public setting, Heeseung would have followed him back to his residence and took care of him before you would even leave work.

"Asshole......fucking leave her alone....I swear if you touch her...."

Widening his eyes and glaring at the man from afar, Heeseung bit down on his lip, puncturing skin.

Finally, after a long night and putting in some overtime, you walked out with your coat and purse in hand, obviously exhausted from the long day. The sun was beginning to set and the street was remote and nearly empty, with only a couple passing by making their way towards the opposite direction.

Walking on the lone street, with the darkness of the night casting in and the streetlights barely turning on, you minded your own when the sound of a female voice reaches out for you.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Turning around to face the female whose voice was in question; you barely got a response out when a sudden cast of solid darkness clouded your vision.

Eyes widening and his heart getting heavier by each second, Heeseung watched as the man cast an empty sandbag over your head and dragged you away to a nearby car. Muffling your screams and taking advantage of your blinded state, he overpowers your quick and panicked movements as you kicked, screamed, and reached above and over your head, banging his face with a closed fist. You put up a good fight, and for a moment, Heeseung watched and a spark of hope ignited in his heart as he jolted forward in his seat, watching as you laid a good solid hit right on the man's nose.

"Yes baby, just like that.....come on baby....hit him again!"

Yet in the end, the man was far too large and managed to restrain your wrist with a single hand as he fully detained you by injecting your neck with a drug that placed you into a deep state of unconsciousness. All the while, the female accomplice walks away with a smug flare.

"I'll fucking kill you.....both of you."

He could have confronted and taken you away right then and there, if only had it not been the presence of patrol units that came the very moment the kidnapper had tucked you into the backseat of his car, appearing harmless as he gets into the driver seat. With the female accomplice nearby til the very end, appearing to be armed with a hidden weapon in her coat pocket, Heeseung had no choice but to wait out for the perfect moment to strike. As much as he hated seeing you handled in such a way, he knew….that in just a little bit, not only would he take out the pent up anger and rage that formulated after witnessing the display of your kidnapping, but you’ll be able to see that it was him that saved you.

“Alright…fucking piece of shit. Let’s go.”

Trailing the man’s car, Heeseung follows and remained every so vigilant in being undetected.

Arriving at the final destination, Heeseung watches as the man’s car turns into a long and narrowed dirt path, straying off into a massive amount of acreage land. Following behind, Heeseung observed as the man parks in front of an old house, with a pair of windows set on ground level, indicating there was a basement. No doubt in Heeseung's mind, just from his own experience with murder and violence, he knew that the kidnapper would have a set up already stationed inside. Carefully observing as the man took your unconsciously limp body inside in such a haste manner, Heeseung felt his body fueling with chaos and a thirst for blood and torn limbs....he was triggered. His veins no longer pumped blood, it was gasoline....fuel.....fuel to burn the fire within his soul to do the very things onto others that not even the worst criminal could ever think of.

Watching the man's movements, Heeseung’s grip tightened over the steering wheel as he rested his chin in the other, a few seconds, he started to tap his fingers along the lining of the wheel before he got out of his car and walked over to his trunk. Opening it, he takes out a crowbar, one of the very many tools he carried…used for breaking entry or….to instill torturous pain on supple flesh. Walking up to the house, he remained stealth and continued to go unnoticed as he peeked in each window. Just as he suspected, while he investigated the basement, he watched as the man brought you in and tied you to a metal prep table, the same ones frequently used in cafeterias.

The moment the man left the room, Heeseung used the crowbar and pry’s one of the windows open, it was a smaller and slim, rectangular sized window, half the size of the standard measurements. Yet he effortlessly slid in, placing all those years of athletic training and dance practice to good use. Gently closing the window upon entry, he scouts the area, ensuring that it was still clear and no sound of movement could be heard on the other side of the door.

Setting his vision on you, he makes his way over to the table and there, for the first time, he got to admire you up close and personal. He got to feel your breathe brush against his nose as he leans in to take a closer look.

“Oh fuck……” he slightly gasped out. He couldn’t believe his eyes, you were far more enchanting up close, especially since he took note that you didn’t have a face plastered with makeup, you had been walking around this entire time with a fresh and youthful face. Leaning in, he gently nuzzles his nose against your ear, not at all concerned about the culprit that brought you to this horrid place, since Heeseung knew, he could take him with his bare hands alone. He could take on anyone if it meant keeping you safe.....and happy.

Shoving his nose in the nook of your neck, he takes a deep inhale of your scent. You smelled just like your perfume, the one he sprayed on your glove and took with him everywhere he went. Standing back and upright, he releases a deep breath as he gently caresses your face. A soft smile, faintly appears as he strokes your cheek, brushes your hair, and rubs your lips with his thumb.

"Just what am I going to do with you? Hmm?.....My beeeeautiful girl......my pretty pretty girl....my sweet girl. You just have a knack for catching stares.....even from bad guys like me and the idiot that brought you here.....don't you? ......Its not your fault though.....you were born so precious.....you don't deserve to be here....you deserved to be loved...to be taken care of....to be spoiled.....I'll show you what that's like after I take care of him, how does that sound?"

…….

Twenty or thirty minutes later, you finally woke up. In a panicked state, you looked around and saw that the room was coated with cement flooring, and was stark empty as it lacked any furnishings, aside from the metal table you were on, and a couple of tall metal tool cabinets. Your breathing was steady, you had done right to remain composed as you tried to figure your way out of this mess........but it all escalated the moment your kidnapper walked in.

Hiding behind one of the tall metal cabinets that was a few feet off to the side from the table, Heeseung listened in on everything the man said to you, which further heightened his rage.

“Go ahead you piece of shit….keep talking…keeeeeeep….fucking…talking.”

Noting your breathing increasing to a panicked state, he peeked over around the edge of the cabinet to look at you. The hopeless expression on our face combined with the deep heaves of your chest and your delicate beauty tainted by the fear of the man before you, it all had shattered Heeseung’s heart to pieces.

“I know baby…I know……don’t worry. I’m not going to let him do anything to you. Trust me....I know him better than he knows himself."

…..

“Oh….I love that look of fear in your face….its the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen…God…you’re perfect aren’t you? And…oh.....keep breathing like that….it makes your breasts look so nice as they rise up. I can't wait to add them to my collection, they'll be my number one."

Hearing the man speak to you in such a manner caused Heeseung to ball his hand into a fist once again. Gripping so tight, his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, slightly breaking skin as the residue of thin blood laid dormant under each finger nail.

“Mother fucker….I’m going to tear your face to pieces.”

Watching as the man scattered around, eventually settling on a reciprocating saw tool, Heeseung watches as the man taunts you, further aggravating his rage.

"Oh you piece of fucking shit...don't you dare..."

"Maybe…since I have a tourniquet here, why don’t I just take a piece off your kneecap…that way it’s not taking too much….I need to preserve you for as long as I can so I can enjoy you….savor the moments. I’ll take off a piece…. stop the bleeding and wait for you to calm down and then we can continue…..how does that sound?”

Flipping on the switch, the man held the tool in a steady grip as he placed his other hand over your stomach, preparing to cut into you.

"Hold still, this will hurt only for a little bit....you'll go into shock and well....you wont really feel much until I cut something else off." The man states while displaying an enthusiastic smile. "I can't tell you how much I've been waiting for this moment.....y/n...."

"That right?....."

...................................

The sound of the motorized tool filled the air, yet it was not accompanied by screams of pain or a torturous laugh. You opened your eyes and saw that someone.....was inside the basement......someone other than you and the man who took you.

Heeseung truly did save you, not only from death, but from things that were far worse than death itself. However, the manner of how he did so was….terrifying.

“Well now….what should I take off first, hmm?” Heeseung remarked, mimicking the man's words used earlier to you, only Heeseung's tone was far more eerie and dreadful.

At that moment, what you saw Heeseung did to that man was the most gruesome display of heroism that you’ve ever witnessed. If you could even call it heroism....considering the turnaround wasn't entirely in your favor. When all was said and done, you watched as he came closer to you, hands coated in blood with blotches of it decorating his neck and chin.

He touched you. He caressed you. He whispered into your ear….it was sickening…yet words and tone was sweet and loving, which on the contrary, it only made you more terrified of him. Just what was his deal? You couldn’t make any sense out of his behavior, because as far as you were concerned, the man was a lunatic, yet the way he acted towards you.....it was sadistically romantic and compassionate.

When the words he coaxed and whispered out of his mouth, you realized.......you were saved by an evil man....by another evil man….

“Let me fuck you.”

Twisting and turning around, you screamed and panicked. “Get away from me! Don’t…don’t! Please don’t!” you managed to turn your body over onto your stomach, gaining full sight of the rope that bound your wrists together. With your chest plastered to the table, you desperately tried to untie your restraints, when suddenly you felt the weight of his body softly pressing against you, completely blanketing you from behind.

“Stop! Get…get off!” you turned your face away to the side as you felt him lean in and nuzzle his nose against your hair. Extending his hands forward, he reaches up and grabs on to your wrists, still tied by the rope. Pushing his weight on you, he caused you to become unstable with your movements, leaving you no slack to move. He remains nuzzled against your neck, breathing deeply, releasing the hot vapors of each exhale onto your ear.

“Calm….down….you need to calm down beautiful.”

Breathing deeply, hysterically sobbing, you somehow found yourself calming at the way he issued his words. His tone was calm yet demanding and firm. Somehow, it gave you a sense that he wasn’t going to hurt you…at least not in the same manner as your kidnapper.....but still…..

“I’m going to take you home……we’ll get you cleaned up, and maybe….talk….for a bit? Hmm?” Pushing the hair away from your face, he places a tender kiss on your cheek. Your breathing began to escalate once more as you felt yourself hyperventilating and the sobbing picking back up.

“Hey-heeeey…..calm……down…..you gotta stay calm baby. I really don’t wanna have to knock you out....especially after you just came back to consciousness.”

Upon hearing his subtle threat, you did your best to compose yourself, and seemingly you had succeeded, despite him continuously burrowing his face against your skin, placing soft and tender kisses onto your jawline, your cheek, and onto your neck. He even spoke out, murmuring as his lips remained in contact with your skin, sending out a myriad of tingles and uncontrollable euphoric jolts that found their way to your core, much to your dismay and disliking, yet you found yourself losing the fight against human nature and lost control of your body. What with him displaying the acts of soft tenderness….saving you from torture and death….and showering you with loving words, how could your body possibly physically abstract from his affection? Mentally you remained resisting, yet even that....was starting to break. Feeling desperate, you figured you would try and reach through to him by appealing to the soft and sensitive side he was displaying….

“Please…..please…….please don’t……if all of what you're saying....is real....then please……let me go…..just let me go home….” You softly spoke out in between each sobbing gasp. You did your best to keep yourself calm.

With a suckling kiss on your neck, the squeezing sound of his pursed lips pulling and sucking on to your skin as he gently pulls away bounces off the stark white walls. “You wanna go home baby?”

Nodding frantically, you started to sob harder but did your best to hold it all in, barely. Jutting out each word between your gasping cries, you responded with “Yes……yes! ….Yes…..I want to go home…..please….please just let me go home…..” the last bit of your words died down to an angelic tone of softness as you hung your head low.

“Okay…..come on baby….let’s go home.”

Shaking your head, your gasping sobs escalated for the last time as you found yourself in a verbal trap. “No! No stop! Let go! Don’t! don’t! doooooon’t…….” taking you, dragging you by the waist while you still remained bound by the ropes, he took you. Your screams echoed thought the halls as he led you out of the house and into his car, where he took you…..’home’.

Authors note: oooooh snap!

Taglist: @nshmrarki , @lprww , @baekxo07 , @m7omo @nikstrange @heeshees @moonmoongi @heesitation @heeseung-min @addictedtohobi

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thenotebookwizard · 6 months ago

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Notes from Driver's Ed

From the Notebook posts are things that I wrote in my notebook and decided to share with you. You're welcome. And I'm sorry. (No. No, I'm really not.)

In late 2023, I took Driver's Ed. Gotta get those insurance rates down.

I took notes. Just - not the notes the people who wrote the class probably wanted me to take.

Seriously. Who has time to to delay leaving, leave early, etc

Not talking to friends in the car? Rude. And not going to happen.

...control the actions of passengers, children, pets? Have you met the people I know? Control them? What the fuck, class. What the fuck.

Also have you met dogs?

Passengers are serious distraction. Sure.

Keep children 'occupied' with a 'quiet activity' - do you know kids? Like, at all?

Don't groom yourself. Who does that while driving? (If you know the answer to that question, are the answer to that question, or want to be the answer to that question, please don't tell me. Ignorance is bliss.)

Be careful of high profile vehicles height - including in your own garage. Umm...if it doesn't fit in my garage, and I can't figure that out, I have bigger problems than this class can solve.

How many times has this happened to be included in this class?

Animals needs to predict what I'm going to do when driving? That's - a thought, right there.

Elk and moose? In a Texas driving class? Have you been to Texas? Where are the note about coyotes, wild boar, rattlesnakes, and rednecks? (Esp. Drunk Rednecks.)

Don't drive tired. Sick. Sore. Sleepy. Frustrated. Grumpy. Etc. What the fuck kind of world are these people living in?

I am old enough I am now in the 'not as likely to die' category of men. I am not yet old enough to be in the 'more likely to cause an accident' age range. The sweet spot! Finally!

Replace your mirrors with better mirrors. Who has money for that? I'm taking this class to save money every month on insurance. Because I'm poor.

'Active scanning' Bitch, if I had sensors, I would be a lot safer about driving. What is this, Star Trek: The Next Highway?

Don't wear sunglasses at night? I was raised in the 80s. This is my birthright.

Dirty headlights may cut the amount of light - this sounds like a good plan to me. Have you *seen* (been blinded by) the power of some of these headlights at night? For fuck's sake, you want to see, not blind the other drivers for some kind of tactical raid.

Don't smoke while you drive? Back when I smoked, it was much safer for the other drivers if I did smoke while I drive. Trust me.

Don't drink and drive. By now, if you don't know this - oh. Wait. I live in Texas.

Host? When I host? When I host what? I don't get invited to parties. I don't host parties. I don't mix drinks for people. Yet again, public safety information directed at extroverts. Correlation? Extroverts are scary. I already knew that.

Chocolate is included with caffeine, cocaine, and nicotine? Whoo, boy. Y'all playin' with fire, there.

Write down make, model, license plate info of dangerous drivers? While I'm driving? ...um, no.

Circadian rhythm = not everyone is diurnal or a morning person, you fucking morons. Morning person bias needs to stop.

Control your emotions. Use a technique called 'emotional regulation' - what the fuck, people? (What about mental illness. Also: have you *met* people recently?)

You want me to drive unmedicated? Look, there are *some* people you *want* to be fully drugged up before they get on the road. *Trust me.* (Example the first: My mother, god rest her soul.)

Don't use hand signals to direct other traffic? This is Texas. People will be telling each other to go first until time ends.

If you get bored, practice 'what if' driving scenarios? Really? Because *that* won't cause anxiety. Not one bit.

#from the notebook #commentary #me #my writing

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hermesserpent-stuff · 2 years ago

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3,5,6,&9 for Peter, Montana, & Quinten Plz

(Questions from this post)

What would they set as their phone’s lock screen?

Peter: chemistry model for caffeine

Montana: the enforcers at his bar playing pool with quentin, harry and peter. No one is looking at the camera. None of them know that he took it. His home screen once unlocked is Scout.

Quentin: https://www.tumblr.com/hermesserpent-stuff/715398053010489344/also-quentin-for-2-3-and-4-plz?source=share

What is their worst memory?

Peter: Uncle Ben dying.

Montana: when he got lost in Mannheim Germany while on a job with his dad at the age of 10. He was horribly lost and felt like he was never getting home. He figured it out and managed to navigate his way back to his dad, but whoo boy did he have a moment of crying.

Quentin: sitting alone in the hospital waiting room and finding out his father had died. The waiting was almost worst than the news itself.

Do they have a favorite nickname? https://www.tumblr.com/hermesserpent-stuff/715424997510889472/4-6-10-12-for-peter-montana-quinten-and?source=share

What is one word they would use to describe themselves? How would others describe them in one word?

Peter: Diligent. Other people would prolly use generous

Montana: Country. Its a lifestyle. Even in the city. And other people would probably use emotive. Its not hard to know how he is feeling.

Quentin: He would say. Eccentric. And the enforcers say quirky. People less familiar might say pompous

#hermes speaks #ask hermes #tssm #head canon ask #tssm au #spider nephew au

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masschase · 2 years ago

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1, 2, 7 and 10 for the boss ask meme :^]

I'm just gonna start by saying, in the unlikely event the 1 awesome person reading my SR fanfic 'Out Of Time' comes across this, massive spoilers! But I've been posting my Boss's name all over here so that ship may have sailed!

Whoo boy.

It's a secret, basically.

Her name is Cassandra Clark. Her mom was a big fan of Greek mythology and her dad "read one book on it then pretended to be". She's gone by Casey since she was a kid. She's not against Cassandra but did find the way her mom said it grating(eta: hates her mom).

In 2006 when she joined the Saints, she was a naive 15-year-old who didn't think there was any reason to keep it a secret. Because of this, all the original Saints knew (Casey but not Cassandra) (took them a fucking while to work out she was a girl though). Obviously Lin, Julius, Dex and Troy all knew up to their respective deaths.

Post-coma she decided to try her best to cut ties with her name and background for everyone's protection. So then only Johnny knew. He calls her Case. He struggles not to call her that on a weekly basis. She went by Emma for a bit. But eventually it just became Boss.

When the Saints became more famous she needed a fake name for the credit cards, and went for Blake Olivia Smith. The rest of the gang talked her down from Saint-Smith (she's a bit fucking ridiculous). She only really uses that name for shit like booking hotels etc.

In Steelport, Kinzie finds her name (again, Casey but not Cassandra) via the internet. She manages to heavily encrypt it for the Boss, as well as any trace of her real age (she pretended to be 18 when she joined the Saints). The Syndicate don't know it's an issue, or they would've got Matt on it.

The name she falsified documents for the Presidency in was Erica V. Saint. She's later very embarrassed about what the V stands for(Violence. Did I mention she's a bit fucking ridiculous?). She has to keep up that her age is 29 (it's actually 26) when she becomes President because they agreed to change the constitutional age to 28.

In 2022, there is a coup, a small bunch of rogue Zin going back in time to kill her. As a result of this; Matt finds out her real age, the Zin find out her real name, Johnny finds out her real age, and Matt finds out her real name(as does the reader). Due to the nature of time travel, it's debatable to say in what order those events occured, but that's the order I've written them in. When everything is more or less over she tells the team her full name. It's no longer a secret as of mid-February 2022. The team call her a mix of Casey/Boss/President/Emperor. Johnny still calls her Case. Matt calls her Cass.

I've played her in 3, 4 and GOOH but all the games are canon to her story (except for the reboot, haven't played it yet, but I'm not sure I could work her into that anyway).

It's very obviously implied in my fanfic that Persephone Brimstone in AOM is the rebooted universe's version of her, as she says her parents thought about a. moving to Paris, b. calling her Persephone instead of Cassandra and c. investing in good stocks (and perhaps as a result of their move, staying together). In addition she has dark blonde hair like her dad and hazel eyes like her mom whereas Persephone would have blue eyes like her dad and black hair like her mom. Also because of this:

I try to stick to the canon of them all as much as reasonably possible.

*cringes and covers face with hands* Matt Miller.

I cut my explanation of this right down:

It's extremely endgame; happens 2 years post-SRIV. She is very anti-relationship up to this point. Seeing Johnny lose Aisha made her worse but he calls her out on the fact she had a pre-existing fear of commitment.

For this character, Carlos and Shaundi also come very close to having actual relationships with her but one's doomed by actual canon and one's doomed by my headcanon (they both avoided telling each other). The weirdest thing is that in general I'm a massive GatBoss shipper, but for this character, he's much more of an older brother figure.

She becomes less naive and, obviously less mute, in SR2. She's gone from 16 to 21 without experiencing it, so everything's pretty confusing to her, and SR2 probably sees her at her most ruthless and violent. Between 2 and 3 she finally gets the money and power she desperately wants, and perhaps more to the point, a decent shrink. By the time of SRIV so much crazy shit has happened in her life that she just kind of has to roll with it. Chill in a chaotic way. But she's still prone to the more violent behaviour when her peace is disturbed.

See, Shaundi gets it.

#saints row #saints row boss #saints row 2 #saints row the third #saints row iv #casey #boss canons #ask meme #ask #SORRY. I WRITE A LOT.#asshole with a gun

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crysta-cub · 2 years ago

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I'm Back

Soooo it's been a hot second since I have posted anything on Here. About 2 years or so... Soooo a little update on life seems to be needed.

I found a guy... Yep after 8 to 10 year or so of not having any relationships other than one night stands I finally encountered a guy that was interested in sharing his life with mine... We both attended a mutual friends wedding (I was a bridesmaid) and he was smitten as my friend called it... We did a little long distance relationship thing. Then he bought a house so me and my dog Eevee could move in with him... We got engaged last Christmas and we just got married on November 5th (remember remember the 5th of November).

So this guy I'm now married to. He already had a cat named Chelsea and it took a while for her to get used to Eevee. Eevee is enthusiastic about meeting cats and Chelsea was once a feral cat who enjoys not being chased. They have come to a mutual understanding. Chelsea is sweet but doesn't care for being picked up.

At first I got a job working at a distribution center loading freight trucks... At night... It was an interesting gig but not what I wanted to do with my life. The hunt for a job I desired was on... And guess what. I now work at a local SPCA. My dream has always been to work with animals and I finally get to do some rescue work.. doesn't pay much but I have been a part of many happy endings. I have fallen in love with soooo many animals here and love seeing them go to great homes.

And this has lead to new additions to our family.

I knew Eevee needed a dog friend so that she'd stop bugging Chelsea all the time and had someone she could play with. I had to wait til we were ready as well as wait for a month due to a requirement from the shelter but this last January we adopted a sweet old soul of a boy that we named Harvey. I like to joke that he retired at the age of two and has country music as his background music. He's not as energetic as Eevee but he is all love and a soft whoo boi. (I love his howls)

Then my parents sold their place and moved in with us until they found their new home. It was nice having them over and not having to cook and clean for a bit. They're retired and my mom still likes to keep busy. At my work someone abandoned a box of 3 week old kittens and I jumped on the opportunity to foster them. Well my mom ended up doing most of the work so I could sleep but we raised them up to happy healthy kittens but only one was a special CH (aka wobble) kitten. We named her Freya and Freya stole our hearts and was the only kitten to decide that Eevee was her dog mother and would go out of their room to seek out Eevee specifically. Eevee wanted to mother all the kittens and Chelsea wanted nothing to do with them. Harvey just looked at us for help if they got close. Freya is growing like a weed and is all mischief and chaos (and we can pick her up and hold her whenever we want)

My parents have moved out and I'm back to doing the adulting but my stories are still running through my head and the itch to write and create is returning. I'm working on one short story I've been wanting to put out for the longest of time. Should be finishing that up soon (maybe today, we'll see)

Enjoy my little menagerie of fur babies

#i live #crysta speaks #life update #married life #dog mom #cat mom #life is good #love is all you need

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air3d3lalm3na · 3 months ago

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They are chill people

The family had an open gossip session about my stepmom’s POS boyfriend lol

Even the grandmother like

While she was still here, the cousin (my age…younger) offered to go ring his bell(kick his ass) multiple times lolol

Then we went out to smoke and whooooo boy thank god it didn’t hit me fast while talking with them. Uh. That I could gauge anyway.

It still acts like uppers on my ADD self

Afterward things wrapped up. Nighttime.

And whoo boy I took a walk for a fucking hour

Still energetic

I both do and don’t need a social outlet while on this. I would say and do all the wrong things. Like a no filter hyper ADHD person.

But gonna ask the strain anyway because it wasn’t oberwhelming lol

Name typo

edit. Never mind I literaly hate what it does as usual

overstimulated and killing it w sleep stuff

ughhh

Ok so a cousin on this side of the family (I guess my cousin, now that I am becoming part of it) and his gf are also staying here and I’m spending time with them

They are chill. But last night we cooked together and they just…left to eat alone. Weirdly socially ignorant. Like who even does that. Then they came and smoked and talked to me some, while I ate outside. As if they hadn’t just been majorly rude. Then left before I finished. So weird. Manners…????

Also. Some gender updates from my weird ass current situation.

The girlfriend called me bro a few times but that’s just typical Gen Z speech. Then when they picked me up in the car she said “Hop in brother!” Also said she saw me doing something and said “Is she (doing x thing)…?”

The guy was telling the grandmother the thing I wanted, over the phone, as they were grabbing everyone some food while out.

He says, “They said they wanted (x).”

I got theyed to my face lol…. I didn’t mind it necessarily.

The call dropped and he redialed and used she that time.

Life is so weird right now.

#personal #hiiiiii nsa guy should i record for you the amount of times i scratch my ass next while im busy narrating other rl nonsense #illusion of privacy totally deteriorated lol

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that-sweet-jester · 2 years ago

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Just a bunch of bad guys

A little background below ⬇⬇⬇

HA I TRICKED YOU, it's not little, it's a lot!

Alright, this was just supposed to be an attempt at character design of my own after I read bunch of Superhero AUs, but I got carried away and created some lore :')

-WILBUR-

Full Name: Both him and Techno had been adopted by Philza at young age and took up his last name, but wanted to keep something of their own. Hence, both have their nicknames "Soot" and "Blade" (not last names, they don't know what they were).

Alias: I wanted to base all names of the Syndicate on Greek mythology, however I had hard time finding something for Wilbur. I came close to calling him Apollo, but most of the things attributed to this god, aside being the patron of music, just didn't align with what I had in mind for him. Thus, ta da, "very original" Siren. Even tho, it's not really a name name - "lured sailors to their death with a bewitching song" just fits too well.

Powers: Hypnotic voice was an obvious choice, but I wanted all of them to have two main abilities. Thus, after long search I stumbled upon enhanced hearing, and hear me out. Wilbur wears mask over his eyes (he can see through it) but it gives the illusion that one of his senses is gone, and what they say when one sense is taken away? Another one amplifies >:D And I just think that someone whose powers are based on sound would be more sensitive to it. It's not like he has super hearing for miles away, he can just hear well what someone is whispering like few meters away form him :p

OK THAT'S IT. I think that's the most I've ever written on this site. To anyone who've read the whole thing: ily <333 thank for reading my rambling and sorry for any grammatical errors, English is not my first language and I was too lazy to do a spell check.

-TECHNO-

Full name: Explained before. I'm sorry, but I just can't separate those names from them, there is no Techno without Blade.

Alias: Now I spent a lot of time on this one, bc I just couldn't settle on anything. First I thought about Ares, for being the patron of blood lust and warfare, but just, it didn't work that much for me, I just think there should be more meaning behind the name. Then I searched more, I stumbled on Polemos and some other I can't remember and finally settled on Perses.

PERSES was the Titan god of destruction. He was the father of Hekate, goddess of witchcraft, by the Titanis Asteria ("Starry One"). Perses' name means "the Destroyer" or "the Ravager" from the Greek words persô and perthô. Hesiod inexplicably describes him as "preeminent among all men in wisdom"

And I just think this one's perfect. God of destruction? nice. "The Ravager"? Techno loved mc ravagers and I just can't pass this coincidence. "Preeminent among all men in wisdom"? Man's crazy smart, also as I'll explain more in a moment, Techno knows things he shouldn't really know, and he's almost always ahead of everyone, so, check. Also, my fav goddess aside form Persephone is Hecate so, additional point.

Powers: Enhanced durability is pretty explanatory. Mans could be thrown through a building and only his hair would get messy, maybe a bruise here and there and a lot of complaining, but that's it. You need someone equally powerful to bring him down. NOW, hyper awarness, man oh man, so I NEEDED to include the voices somehow. And I never saw them as something negative in his case. Of course, during combat, they start to demand bloodshed and make him sometimes loose control or result in sensory overload. BUT most of all, thanks to them he knows things - names of people or locations he never seen before, where the punch is coming at him from, answers to weird questions, who stole his food, and why is it always Wilbur, etc etc. So, yeah I thought that writing it down as hyper awarness, might work.

Additional info: His eyes are always red, but his sclera changes color to black when he's out on a mission or fighting, basically when the voices become louder the eyes become more intense in color. As civilian he wears red glasses most of the time to somehow mask the real color.

-PHILZA-

Full Name: You have no idea how much I wanted to write him down as Philza Mine Craft.

Alias: So, I also struggled to find a name for him. I was battling between Thanatos or simply calling him The Angel of Death. But then I was struck and everything became clear. I love fanfics where Phil was a hero before he saw how bad the system is and decides to become the "bad guy" who's actually kinda good, but does bad things sometimes. So, why not use it. In my version, before he became a villain, he was known as Angel, the Hero Committee wasn't as fully developed, so the heros still could stay anonymous, that's why even now they don't know his real identity. After he left he decided to take up new alias and therefore Thanatos was born. Person with black wings associated with Death, also now has a scythe??? Fits perfectly. And that's how people from calling him Angel started calling him The Angel of Death.

Powers: He has the ability to hide his wings and manifest them whenever he wants. I thought about making them just permanent, but I think it's just cooler when suddenly you see a character spring out a pair of big wings out of their back out of nowhere for the shock effect. (no i wasn't just too lazy to draw them, what are you talking about)

Avian telephaty - I also just couldn't not include the Chat. Wherever you see a cloud of crows you know the Angel of Death is nearby. He can communicate with any bird that is a raven, crow or rook. They're his eyes and ears.

Now, I can't leave without giving some credit to the writers that inspired me:

The Oath of Hippocrates by Melatonin_High

tommyinnit's clinic for supervillains by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)

Welcome Home Theseus by SoulfirePhoenix

All of them are on Ao3 and are super cool, so give them a read <3

Also, I'm planning on drawing Vigilante Benchtrio but we'll see how much that'll take me xd

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visionaryprime · 5 years ago

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Prime, what does your authority cover in a civilian context? Some people seem to think you're a religious leader or even some kind of avatar of a god or something, others say you're the political leader of Iacon and others say you're really the representative for ALL of Cybertron in inter-species negotiations, some say you don't have any authority at all outside the military--nobody agrees, so it seems like you're the only person who can settle the arguments.

「♚」 ◦ AN EXCELLENT QUESTION ━━ and one which had been extensively debated around the time of his Ascension. Should a mere former Archivist enjoy the privileges of a mech born to the ruling classes? For much of the Golden Age, Primes had been drawn from the ranks of the Towersmecha exclusively. The High Council had broken with tradition rather spectacularly when they had offered the Primacy to Orion Pax.

❝ In the interest of accuracy, the answer to this question has changed over the course of our history. The simplest answer is that the Prime is a mech who has integrated and carried the Matrix, and who therefore bears responsibility to and authority over Cybertronian society as a whole. This definition leaves out much detail, but I believe it is a good base of understanding to start from. ❞

❝ The title carries legal, moral, political, religious, and historical aspects. Primes are certainly not GODS ━━ although one may make an exception for the early Primes of the Dynastic Age, perhaps; the oldest broadstreams of the Mythos practiced extensive ancestor worship and the boundary between godhood and mortality was often difficult to enumerate in such cases. Primes are likewise not inherently associated with the military, although some among our number were exceptions ━━ see for example Kathismon, the founder of the Golden Age of Empire, and Nova the great expansionist, who spearheaded the Age of Exploration. Furthermore, counter to the basic definition I provided above, Primes during the late Golden Age and Age of Rust did not even carry the Matrix. Prior to myself, successive Primes ( drawn from the limited pool of the global ruling castes, of course ) had found themselves less and less able to bear the weight of its history, resulting eventually in the tragedy of the Lacunae Primes. The Matrix was secretly placed within a shielded core deep beneath Iacon, and the twenty-seven Primes between the Lacunae and myself were little more than hand-picked puppets for the Imperial regime, reformatted in secret and presented to the populace as true Primes. ❞

❝ Now, the legal status of the Prime is thus : we were to be truly casteless, an anomaly in Cybertronian society. To possess caste and clade was to be legally bound to a particular group above others, whereas the Prime must be equally bound to our entire nation. We occupied an awkward position where in theory we were subject to many of the same civil and criminal laws by which all other mecha were governed, but those laws derived their ultimate authority from Primus and the Mythos ━━ of which the Primes were the mortal representative. A term slowly developed to encompass the extralegal activities of various Primes ━━ intra vires, ultima ratio, last resorts within the law. ❞

❝ Politically, the Prime is a mortal representative of Primus, and therefore the ultimate authority within the Mythos ( this being the collective term for the historically-derived native religious family of Cybertron ). Prior to the date of Founding, our political influence was limited to the religious and moral sector. Primes of the First and Second Generations did not own property in their own right and were not independently wealthy, but they represented the authority of the combined Mythic churches and they alone had the ability to excommunicate mecha. During the Founding of the Empire, the Prime was legally enshrined as sovereign. As with most sovereigns, we seldom conducted international negotiations in person ━━ our representative to the Council of Galactic States, for example, was the Office of the Tyrest Accord. We did not design or debate the creation of laws, though we had the right of veto, and many of us chose not to involve ourselves in the political system beyond our basic ceremonial responsibilities. ❞

❝ In the religious context, the Prime is the successor of Prima the Sword, Firstborn of the Thirteen, who carried the largest part of Primus’ spark within him and suffered greatly for it. The Matrix was Prima’s creation, a vessel which he bled his spark into when the intensity of Primus’ energy became too much for him to bear. Over time, Prima’s memories became part of the Matrix. When he died, his successor as Prime forged the vessel into a memory core of sorts, and when she felt she needed guidance she installed the core into her own frame and listened to the echo of Prima’s long-dead thoughts. Successive Primes did the same down through the ages. Like Prima, their memories became caught up within the core. Thus, those who integrate the Matrix can claim to be part of an unbroken lineage dating back to the very genesis of Cybertronian society. ❞

He pauses, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. This is turning into rather a lecture through no fault of his own ━━ the history is immense, and perhaps a necessary part of understanding why the Primacy is such a respected, coveted position.

❝ In the interest of brevity, I shall stop here. I do hope you find this explanation satisfactory. ❞

#「FILE //: tales from the age of dusk」♔ ╍ ❛ PROFESSOR PRIME. ❜#ignoring the multiverse for now because whoo boy #also for those of you just joining us this blog is not canon-compliant for Aligned as a whole #by which I mean I mostly took TFP and ran off with it #definitely not fond of the Covenant of Primus and I haven't read any of the novels so #:D #Anonymous #TUMBLR STOP EATING MY FORMATTING

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captainjacklyn · 2 years ago

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"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death..."

A/N : I thought of doing a little late birthday gift for our favorite snake boy, apologies if this fic appeared too late. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed making it !

[Name]-Asim, future duke/duchess and cousin of the heir to the throne, Kalim al-asim. Kalim had always been...chirpy to say the least, a surprisingly carefree young man who almost had no regards for his life despite the numerous assassination attempts he lived through.

Your father was the brother of the king, your mother came from a known noble family and as the oldest offspring you were the one next in line.

You and Kalim grew up in the same environment, both treated like two gemstones. Protected and cherished since forever, in contrary to your cousin, you were far more responsible and poised. Taking great pride in your title resulted in you often acting like a high-class citizen (because you actually were one).

"Lady/Lord [name] is so elegant ! I can already imagine how great they'll be in the future." this statement could be heard by every last servant who previously took care of you. "Lady/Lord [name] is such a handsome/beautiful young one !" Ah. your appearance. I almost forgot.

Treated like a jewel, looked like a jewel. Your reputation had always been bright, just like Kalim and his sheepish smile.

However, everything had its downsides to it. And what could be so wrong with your role ?

As the future Duke/Duchess, you needed to have a loyal partner at your side. But that...Was something out of your control.

Why you ask ? well simply because for you, love was...

an Arranged marriage.

You could ask for anything, you had the freedom to do anything. But love ? forget it. Everything had been planned out for you even if your heart belonged to someone else.

Jamil Viper, better known as the personal bodyguard of Kalim and accessorily...Your significant other.

You and Jamil had developed a relationship since almost forever, hiding it from others to not deceive any of your families and get in trouble.

For Jamil, the idea of hiding became a lifestyle. Born into the Viper family, which has served the Asim household for generations, Jamil's been looking after Kalim from a young age. Jamil was instructed by his parents to never outdo and perform better than Kalim, in order to keep himself beneath Kalim and not draw attention away from him. This has infuriated Jamil from a young age, as he disliked that his family was treated less important compared to the Asim's.

For you, things were different but not any better. Forced to bare the weight of the countries responsibility since the day you were able to form a proper sentence. Having to meet every single suitor who thought that they had a chance to even whoo you.

Of course, you rejected all of them. One by one, you almost felt bad if it weren't so...Pathetic.

you could've kept going like this, if it weren't eating you from the inside. You should've gotten used to it by now, "It's fine, I'm fine, everything is fine." you continuously repeated these words to yourself...

That was until the news of his overblot struck you like lightning. You knew how horrible he felt through all these years…And yet what have you done to try and ease the weight on his shoulders?

Nothing. You did nothing.

You thought he could bare it, he was always good at hiding his frustrations and negative emotions. It wasn't 'appropriate' to display in front of the Asim family, all of this, brought you to where you are now.

“So- [Name]…Why did you ask me to meet you here ?” Jamil looked around to verify that no one was eavesdropping on the two of you. “Oh, Jamil! I-” you paused your sentence midway, looking down, the atmosphere became briefly quiet as seconds passed. The calming sound of the palace's water fountain soothed your ears like a simple melody, a gentle breeze kept the both of you refreshed as you started to drift deep into your thoughts.

"[Name] ?" your boyfriend's voice simultaneously brought you back down to earth as you raised your head to look into his charcoal grey eyes. You inhaled sharply and placed both of his hands into yours, lowering yourself onto one knee. The boy's eyes widened in surprise and he immediately began to question your actions "What are you doing-" "Jamil." your unusually stern voice signaled him to calm down as he mumbled a questioning yes before you continued with your declaration.

"Please Love, I want you to listen to me without interrupting what I am about to tell you. You can ask me as many questions as you want once I'm done, alright?" Jamil nodded but you felt that he was uneasy with your statement due to his body feeling tense. You smiled warmly in his direction to assure him that everything was alright, he exhaled softly and spoke, "Go ahead."

You subsequently nodded and stated: "You and I are aware of the highly different status we both have, sadly, such a union between those two ranks is looked down upon…" Jamil grimaced at the mention of this fact he knew by heart. But he stayed silent nonetheless to let you carry on, "I…have a solution for us so that we finally won't have to hide our relationship anymore." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath "Jamil Viper, will you accept to marry me and rise your position from servant to the Duke of the Asim family as my potential fiancee?"

This feels so rushed..

Thank you for reading everyone, I hope you like it. (happy birthday Jamil !)

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danmainacc · 2 years ago

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TETSUBO | TWO

pairing: leonardo hamato x black! fem! reader

word count: 2.4k, longer than my usual

warnings: violence, blood, gets a little dark, innuendos, mutation, mutants, happens in the shows timeline but all are aged up 3 years, and sadly April doesn’t exist.

a/n: very much self insert

...

"Black Submarine, are we clear?" Raph asked over the walkie-talkies.

I took a quick look around to make sure no one else was on the rooftop. "Affirmative, Red Rover."

"Copy," he smirked, hanging up.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.

'I don't know how I let them talk be into this.'

The boys wanted to do a cannonball into this rooftop pool and me, being the sucker I am, said yes to helping them.

Just then, Donnie's grappling hook attached to the building behind me, and the boys came zipping over not too long after.

I zipped up my poncho as Raph gave them the signal and they all jumped off the zip-line.

"Cow!"

"A!"

"Bun!"

"Ga!"

"CANNONBALL!" They all shouted with a smile.

I whipped out my camera and caught the moment just as the crashed into the water, clearing out the entire pool.

"Whoo hoooo!" I cheered throwing my fist in the air as they danced in the now empty pool.

"You must be this rad to ride that ride," Mikey smiled, pointing at himself.

"Uh, based on our velocity and entry angle...I concur! We rad," Donnie smirked, throwing down some peace signs.

"You guys crushed it," I congratulated, unzipping my raincoat and throwing it to the side. "Gimme three."

They each jumped out the pool and gave me a high five, adding their own little flip or spin to it.

"Couldn't have done it without you, (y/n). Our girl with the plan," Raph smiled.

"And keys to the roof," Leo smirked, throwing his arm around my shoulder as he jingled the keys, making me swipe them back from him, blush growing on my face.

"Now let's go bungee dunk on the hoops at Rucker Park," Mikey cheesed, squeezing his way in between the two of us.

'Thank youuuu, Mikey.'

"I'm down. Just one thing first," I nodded, grabbing two signs and tossing them on the ground. "Wet Floor and Dry Pool."

"My work is done here. Leo, can I hitch a ride?" I asked, turning to the blue clad turtle with smile.

"O' course, sweetheart," he grinned, turning around and crouching. "Hop on~."

I rolled my eyes and blushed, grabbing his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. "You irk me so much," I sighed.

"You love it," he shook off.

I rested my head on his shoulder and they jumped off the roof, landing on the next one when Raph missed and crashed into the wall.

"Hey, guys, hold up. Poor thing looks lost," he stated, pointing to a little cat-dog thing in the middle of a construction site.

We all jumped down to see it, Raph's jump startling the little thing.

"Awww. Hey, little guy. What are you doing here? Come to big Raphie," he cooed, trying to get the thing's attention.

Everyone did their best to silence their snickers.

"What? Pets love me, all right? I am one with the animals," Raph smiled.

The thing made quick work scratching up his face before jumping into my arms, licking my face.

It was love at first sight.

"Ack! You are so ADORABLE!" I smiled, rubbing my nose with it's own.

"Pfft. I can be adorable," Leo scoffed, crossing his arms.

"It looks so weird. What is it?" Mikey asked, scratching his head.

"It's mine is what it is," I cheesed, giving it a hug.

"Maybe it's some kind of nuclear St. Bernard," Donnie joked, noting the thing's collar, which had some glowing green liquid inside.

A loud scoff interrupted us and we all turned around to see two, large human men standing at the entrance to the site, with dogs in their baby holders.

"Ooh! Humans! Initiate plan H," Raph whispered.

"Um, excuse me, sirs. Can you direct us to your local science fiction convention that we are currently dressed for?" Leo asked, giving himself a lisp.

I did everything in my power to hold in a snicker.

'Oh, I am never letting him live this down.'

"Snazzy alien turtle outfits, huh?" Mikey nasally smirked, adjusting his sash.

"We are just typical, normal humans who got lost in the middle of our normal, everyday human lives. Nailed it," Donnie awkwardly chimed.

I facepalmed, my new pet doing the same thing.

"Dude, you gotta make it to rehearsal," Leo whispered.

"Give to me creature. How you say....Pretty please...or I'll destroy you," the larger on threatened me with a Russian accent, getting closer.

Leo quickly stepped in front of me, shooting the man a glare as I blushed behind him.

'Get yourself together, (y/n)!'

"Really? You think you're gonna step to our friend? Rookie mistake, hoss," Raph threatened back, cracking his knuckles.

"And if you step to my friends for stepping to you for stepping to me? You're gonna have to step to me, dicks," I added, sticking my tongue out at them with a smirk.

"You do not intimidate us, with or without your fake nerd voices," the Russian one dismissed.

"That was actually my real voice," Donnie frowned, crossing his arms.

"Well, you better get intimidated, 'cause we're like nothing you've ever seen," Raph smirked.

"What's wrong with my voice?" Donnie asked the rest of us.

"Not now, Don," I sighed, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

Suddenly, the two men started glowing purple, these purple-light-blobs circling them.

"Whoa!"

"No way!"

"Dude."

"Jumping Jack Flash!"

My eyes went wide as their dogs began turning into some hell-hounds or somethin', and they turned into these aliens with armor.

"So...you guys from Jersey?" Leo joked at we stood off.

"Really, Leo?" I groaned.

"What? I can't make a joke in the middle of the craziest thing ever? That's how I cope," he smiled.

"Whatever. This is our chance to finally use these babies," Raph smiled as the brothers whipped out their new weapons.

As the guys charged as us, I shook my head. "I can fight thugs and all, but aliens and hell-dogs were not in the job description so...I'm just gonna go over here," I excused, getting me and my new dog friend out of the way.

"Guys, I got this," Donnie smirked, activating the jets in his bo-staff. "Fibonacci!"

It was about to hit the alien, but instead spiraled out of control in mid air, so my dog teleported in the air, grabbed it, and brought it back to Donnie, coming right back to me after.

"Hey, it plays fetch. And teleports, which is--OH, MY GOSH, IT TELEPORTS!" Donnie freaked, quickly getting shot with a glowing beam of light from the alien's sword, landing on a stack of cinderblocks.

"Holy shit, Donnie! Are you okay?" I frantically asked, running over to him.

"Pro tip: the inexplicable glow-y wave--extraordinarily painful," he groaned.

I turned back to the rest of them to see that we were losing, bad. Leo was on the floor, Mikey had beat himself up with his nunchucks, and Raph had just gotten toss by the hell-hound.

'Shit!'

"Hey! Uglier and Ugliest! Leave them alone!" I spat, throwing bricks at the monsters.

One of them made their hand glow again and I swallowed hard, preparing for the beam coming my way, but instead, it made a force-field come around my new dog friend.

He tried teleporting out of it, but it wouldn't let him.

"Hey!" I shouted as they starting pulling him towards them. I held onto the field as tight as I could as it dragged me along with it, shock of electricity eventually shooting me back

"I have the agent and the vial. Hyah!" The monster shouted, his hand opening this weird looking portal in the wall.

"Whoa!" The boy marveled, the sound of a bicycle bell interrupting them.

"Sweet shortcut," A man with shockingly large earlobes smiled as he he rode his bike towards the portal.

"Wait, this is not a short cuuuuut--AAAAAAAAH!"

"Aah! Good to know," Mikey winced.

The monster got back on his hound and began riding towards the portal, my dog friend still in his hand.

"Hey! Give him back!" I exclaimed, running after them.

"(y/n)! No!" Leo dove after me as I jumped into the portal, it shutting before he could make it.

"AAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed as I free fell down this blue hole.

'If I die, I'm haunting those guys for the rest of their lives.'

I landed on this hard, stone bridge and lifted my head, only to see all these different types of mystical, alien looking things everywhere.

"Whoa," I gasped, standing up. "I'm definitely not in New York anymore."

I looked up into the sky to see a window like thing that let me view the Metro Apartments and the above-world sky.

'So maybe I'm just under New York.'

I turned around to see this large, castle-like building not too far away.

"Maybe they took him there."

...

After a lot of exploring, I've come to the conclusion that this castle has a lab, which is where they're keeping my little dog friend and the food delivery guy.

I still don't know how I'm gonna save my little friend and get out of here, so I barricaded myself in the weapons room for the time being.

"I gotta find something to defend myself with. Who knows when some mutant-thing'll show up," I sighed, walking up the steps to the weapons platform.

There were so many to choose from, battle axes, kunai knives, shurikens, the whole nine.

"(y/n)," a voice whispered.

I whipped my head around to see something glowing (f/c) in a barrel of weapons. And despite my better judgement, I went towards it, pushing the rest of the weapons out of the way to reveal a tetsubo.

"Dibs," I smiled, picking it up.

I almost immediately dropped it. The shit was heavy.

"I'll get used to it."

Out of nowhere, I heard arguing coming from the tunnel, and it was coming fast.

I got into a fighting stance, holding the tetsubo like a baseball bat, as whatever it was finally landed.

It was the boys.

"It's like if magic and science had a baby!" Donnie smiled, looking around the room.

"(y/n)!" Leo smiled, jumping up and pulling me into a bone crushing hug. "Don't scare me like that, man. I thought I lost you."

My cheeks turned beet red and I looked up at him. "What? No faith in me?" I asked with a smirk.

"Pssh. You know I do," He smirked.

"Save the goo-goo eyes for later. Right now we need to get some weapons," Raph smirked, him and Mikey running up to the weapons platform.

"Oh, yeah. I got myself one," I smiled, triumphantly holding up my tetsubo as it glowed black.

"Oooooo," The three marveled.

As they scrambled to get some weapons I walked over to this crystal with Donnie.

"What about you, D? Don't you want a glow-y weapon?" I asked.

"No, I'm good. I'll never let you go," He happily whispered to his bo. "This looks interesting, though," he snatched the purple crystal.

"Oh, yeah!" Leo smirked at the three posed with their new weapons.

"Let's go save that dog thingy!" Raph cheered.

...

We rolled out the tunnel and landed in the laboratory, where this guy with sheep horns looked at us evilly.

'Oh, that's definitely the boss villain.'

"All right, you unusually buff bookworm, give us the little guy, and you'll walk out of here with your horns still attached," Raph ordered heroically.

"Shouldn't we also stop him from creating-crab men?" Leo added.

"Crab men?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Long story," Donnie sighed.

"Good note. Okay, give us the little guy, stop creating crab-men--." "Imitation crab-men," Donnie corrected.

"Jesus," I groaned, facepalming.

He kept on saying it over and over, the boys making their own revisions, so I got impatient.

"Enough talk!" I shouted, jumping down from the ledge and going straight for the sheep-guy.

"Oh, my gosh! She just ran in!" Mikey exclaimed, horrified.

"Puny human! How dare you attack Baron Draxum?!" he shouted, angry.

"Like this!" I smirked, bringing my tetsubo down on him, aiming for his head.

He managed to move out the way just in time and I slammed it on the ground instead, a (f/c) glow surrounding me.

And suddenly, I multiplied into 5 other mes.

My eyes shot wide. "Holy shit!"

"Did she just multiply?!" Donnie exclaimed.

"I think I'm in heaven," Leo smirked.

I blushed dark red at his comment, but while I was distracted, Draxum threw down these seeds to created these purple, vine-tentacle things.

I dove out the way just in time and the boys jumped on top of them, hitching a ride. And out of nowhere, a giant robot thing popped out the ground.

'This is too freaky!'

"Oh, my gosh!" Mikey exclaimed.

"Aaah! It looked at me!" Leo shuddered.

It grabbed the tentacle-vines the whipped it, throwing the boys off, but they quickly jumped back up.

Leo grabbed his odachi and ran over to the monster's foot, slicing it clean off. So I took this as an opportunity to run up the thing's leg and back.

I wound up the tetsubo and suddenly, the 5 of me came back. "Awesome!"

But suddenly the six of us, turned into 50. "Doubly-Awesome!"

We all wound up the tetsubo again and slammed it into the thing's head, making it yell in pain and swipe it's hand at us, causing me and my doubles to fall off.

"Shit! Leo, catch me!" I shouted, the ground fast approaching.

"Which one?! You all look the same!" He panicked, frantically raking his eyes over all my doubles.

"The one that's gonna kill you if you don't catch me!" I growled.

"I'm just gonna guess!" He shook his head, jumping up and catching me just before I hit the ground, the rest of my doubles poofing away once they smashed into the rubble.

"You were this close to getting haunted," I breathlessly smirked, pinching my fingers.

"Relax, babe. You think I would let a pretty thing like you fall?" He smooth talked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I turned dark red and turned away from him, crossing my arms. "Dumbass."

And with that, I passed out.

...

"Guys, I think she's waking up," Mikey smiled, calling the others.

"Really?! Out the way," Leo smiled, shoving his brother into a wall, smirking at me as I opened my eyes. "Good morning, Sunshine."

"Huh? What happened?" I asked, rubbing my head as I sat up.

Just then, my little dog friend appeared in my lap, giving me a happy yip and a lick to the face.

"Well, we found out we have mystic powers, defeated that Draxum guy, saved little guy over here, escaped the Hidden City, and accidentally released thousands of oozequitos into New York," Donnie listed on his fingers.

"Wow. Who knew someone so adorable could be the cause of so much mayhem. Hey! Mayhem's a cute name," I smiled, snuggling with my newfound friend.

"Alright, well we're gonna go play with our new mystic powers in the dojo. Wanna join?" Leo offered with a smile.

"Let's go," I smiled back, throwing my arm around his shoulder and having Mayhem teleport us.

...

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #nickelodeon

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mitsuyaya · 3 years ago

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[ affinity between the past and the present ] fushiguro toji

contains: 1.1k+ words. reincarnation au, royal au, non-canon compliant, ooc toji, soft toji, mentions of death, suicide mention, death by poison, slight angst, kissing, fluff-ish — I think that's it? excerpt: Before, when he opened his eyes, he was met with a reflection in the mirror of a young boy, perhaps around the age of 6. Staring deeply into his soul, questions flew inside his head, query by queries– fear creeped in his system. What happened? Why is he inside of a younger version of himself but in different surroundings? Was this afterlife?

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He was born out of this world to bear the weight of what he did in his past. to carry the burden of seeing your loved one die without doing anything – cursed to forever remember how they died, in his hands, the same hands that held yours until your last breath, the same hands that promised you a life of bliss.

Despite the broody and quiet room, a boy clapping his hands in the corner watching in astonishment, the irritating cough from the judge in front of him– All could Toji focus on was you.

Standing beside him, cladded in white. Despite the hastiness of this situation, the crudity of this place, your beauty radiates, gradually illuminates the void of his life. Slowly, his world seems to be complete again, it seems to be turning again. Today's wedding is just like he had before, just like how he married you the first time. It was a day like no other, a day that he couldn't forget for that was the day he first met you, the day he first noticed your radiant face.

Amidst the smothering gazes of the aristocrats, the relentless glares from his other concubines– he sees you, he fixes his gaze on nothing but you. Each step you took, each drag of your heels into the pavement, his heart hammers in his chest. Toji was sure that he never felt anything like this before, not even during his first wedding with the empress, or his other royal concubines– it felt peculiar yet gratifying. Never have he felt so many emotions at once; anxiousness, bewilderment, adoration– he felt it all at once, only with the likes of you. you truly are what they said, mystifying, magnetic, a real heart stopper. A smile, one that belie the situation you were put into. How laughable, you, a mere princess from a fallen nation, an abandoned princess left to wither, to shoulder all the aftermath of the war– had sent a smile into the emperor, a smile that he couldn't pinpoint whether it made him swoon or made him indifferent. Weren't you aware of the situation you were in? Or you simply just embraced the fact that you are to be wed with him, with no choice and no voice in the matter. And yet, you're finally succumbing to your misfortune. Toji's reminiscence was halted when you'd snap your fingers into his face, a look of worry written all over your face. You're just as what he remembers, completely similar as you were in your past life. “I'm sorry, let's continue.” he motioned for the judge to continue, rubbing the back of your palm as a subtle way of saying ‘He's fine’. Before, when he opened his eyes, he was met with a reflection in the mirror of a young boy, perhaps around the age of 6.

Staring deeply into his soul, questions flew inside his head, query by queries– fear creeped in his system. What happened? Why is he inside of a younger version of himself but in different surroundings? Was this afterlife? He's sure that he died, of course he'll know that, he was the one who took his own life. Drank a poison that steadily shut down his internal organs, it was a befitting death for someone like him – for the head of the empire that couldn't protect his own beloved.

For a man that holds the greatest power yet failed to save his only true love from their death. Toji realized that perhaps he was sent into the modern times to correct his wrongdoings, to live the life he didn't get to experience during his former life. He was sure that's the case but when 14 years later, someone with the same hair as you, the same voice that had lured him, the same eyes that stared at him during the final moments of their life – he at long last understand why he's reincarnated again, that is to fulfill the oath he made before. To protect you. Fear first engulfed him as soon as he met you, do you remember him? Do you still love him? Then that fear turned into hope – hope that even though you forgot about him now, –which is a good thing because you wouldn't be tormented by what tragedy had happened before– the affection that you once showed him before would flow right through you and return it to him this time around. Hope that morphed into vulnerability. If you happen to not feel the same way anymore, would living this life be worth it? Would breathing the same air as you, watch you become just a fragment of the person he used to call his– the God's will for his second lifetime? “Now repeat after me…” That was then and this is now.

The reality that he had made it, that after the years he sought out his one and only love, despite all the hardships, adversity – in spite of the breach in time, he's now marrying you again, making you his again. And unlike before, now he's devoted to keeping his vows. “I.. Zenin Toji” “I Fushiguro Y/n” This was finally happening, he could now rewrite the atrocious chapter of his life. Your eyes bore into his, gleaming with nothing but euphoria and satisfaction. Tears pool from the corner of your eyes, he wipes them with his thumb, mouthing a ‘You'll ruin your make up’ before you both continue with the ceremony. “To have and to hold, from this day forward” He would never let you go, never. “For better or for worse” Through up and down, highs and lows – even if the stars fell from the heavens, the ground splits in two, he would never let you die again. “In sickness and in health, I promise to love you and cherish you” Toji flashed you a smile, bringing your hand that is now wearing the ring he made you wear in your past life. “Till death do us part.” His god-awful past had now come to a close. Finally, Toji could now live his life the way he couldn't do before, with you in it – with you and both of your little son at the back, clapping his tiny hands. “You may now seal your marriage with a kiss.” When he first regained his memories from his past life, and the moment he found you again, this was only a fantasy, a mere dream that would never in a million years happen. He could only spend the last months thinking that the once love you had would never be reality in this life. That the word love could only make him break and burn and end, just like it did before. But he's mistaken— Toji leans into your face, large hands cupping your cheeks. Beaming at you once again, he closed the distance and planted his lips into yours.

Dancing with pure passion, and love — no more death, no more regrets, no more conflicts, just love and a bright future ahead. —Because on the same day he told you I love you, the same way he vowed these meaningful promises– he watched it begin again.

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parkkrys · 3 years ago

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Sterek Week: Eternity

First day of sterek week whoo! Here is a short piece I did for the first day and I hope it’s alright.

I do have this posted on Ao3 which you can fine here

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Immortality, it was a curse that was brought upon them in the beginning of time. Back in roman time where Derek was a soldier that was meant to protect the goddess Katherine Argent that was in rule at the time. It was rumored they were great lovers, that Katherine’s father wanted them to join their hand in marriage to bring power to their empire.

The beautiful Katherine Argent was cruel when the time needed, manipulative to get the things she wanted and ruled with a cold grip that brought more misery on the people than hope. Many people hated her, wanted a new ruler and when the people heard about the rumored join of marriage it only brought more fear then happiness.

Derek was known to be a great warrior, been in many battles and had brought great leaders to their knees. The people saw him as a cold killer that basked in the blood of his fallen enemies.

What they didn’t expect was that Derek’s heart already belonged to someone else. A commoner who tended to stay in the wooded area outside of the grand city and was rumored to be a witch who was connected to the earth and could hear her cries.

Derek had been gravely injured, running in the woods to try and escape the soldiers who wanted him dead who were not far behind. He huffed as he staggered into a tree, trying to catch his breath as he tried to fight against the wolfsbane that prevented him from healing. His vision was blurry, his strength had quickly left him and he wasn’t sure if he was going to survive this night. He didn’t expect it to end like this as he fell to the ground, he had expected for his luck to finally run out, to die alone in a battlefield where he felt like he belonged simply because it was all he could do.

It was a place where he could truly hide who he was, what he was without being killed because he was born part wolf. The last thing he saw before he had passed out was a slim figure who wore red, it was startling in the blackness and it was all he saw before the darkness took over him.

It was when they met, the witch had saved his life and was careful with him, who immediately knew what he was and didn’t call him a monster. Derek healed and he had felt as if he owed a part of him to the witch who was a young boy who had lost his parents to the wars.

“Mieczysław, that is my name, and I am a man, not a boy so please stop calling me that,” The witch had glowered at him and Derek had only tipped his head in acceptance. The witch had saved his life.

Derek kept visiting Mieczyslaw even after Derek had left, there was something about the male that Derek couldn’t keep himself away from. Their friendship had started small and had only grown as time went on and the full moons have passed where the witch helped the wolf.

Mieczyslaw had Derek’s heart in the palm of his hand and he never took advantage of it, the man always treated it like it was the most valuable thing he owned and their love blossomed under a clear night full of stars as they held each other softly.

But with love and happiness there was always something dark lurking in the shadows and once the Goddess Katherine heard about their love, it was not taken as good news. Derek was stripped of his titles, shamed for loving a man and was cast out while they were cursed with immortality where they will never age and was forced to live for eternity.

Katherine had tried to hurt them, had tried to make them turn on each other but she had only brought them closer together and as time went on, Mieczyslaw started to go by Stiles and Derek had learned the full use of his abilities as they went on in life.

They had loved and mourned as they had made friendships that would die in old age, who held the greatest of secrets and knew the true history that was never taught even in the modern age.

Even now as Derek taught the wolves that were a part of their pack and Stiles watched with fondness as their pack had only grown stronger as they all worked together and grew closer did their eyes make contact as they smiled at each other. They were cursed and they had to go through many battles and bad times but they had each other and that was enough.

#sterekweek2021 #sterek is eternal #sterek #parkkrys writes #derek x stiles #derek hale #stiles stilinski

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wigglygiggler · 3 years ago

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HIHI hi. I love your writing so far and if requests are opennnnnn (and since you’ve seen Encanto) I’d absolutely love 18. “Are you ticklish?” With ler!Pepa and lee!Dolores,,,,, thank you so much!

Sorry it took me a while, but here you go! I don't know if this is what you were hoping but I hope you like it.

While You Still Are My Child

SFW tickle fic Fandom: Encanto ler!Pepa, lee!Dolores Ships: (Dolores x Mariano) Summary: Pepa feels wistful her eldest daughter is all grown up and wishes to reminisce some memories from Dolores' early childhood. A/N: Whoo boy, my first proper fanfic AND first tk fic ever. I hope I used the Spanish terms of endearment correctly, as I'm not from any Spanish-speaking country or even American for that matter: I've heard their usage can vary quite a bit from country to country, so I hope their usage here is right in Colombian context. If not, please tell me so I can learn better!

”Mom, are you done soon? Mariano could be here any minute.” Dolores did her best to stand as immobile as possible while Pepa fussed all around her measuring skirt length here, putting a pin there and occasionally pulling a hem straight there. It was slightly challenging at times especially whenever she pinned some fabric close to the skin – Dolores instinctively recoiled in fear of being accidentally pricked.

”Try not to fret, mija. Back when I wore this at your age I used to be pudgier than you are now”, Pepa reminded her daughter while never ceasing to work on the dress. ”The colour suits you beautifully, but if you wore it without readjusting the size at all it would hang loosely on you like your Tio Bruno’s poncho”, she continued and walked to Dolores’ other side to make sure the hem was even all around.

”You dropped a pin. Behind my left heel.” Pepa quickly searched the dropped pin and picked it up. ”Thank you, dear.” Pepa walked around her daughter, looking at her in every angle while occasionally humming softly in approval. ”Twirl around.”

Dolores spun around a couple of times letting the shin-length circle skirt flow like a golden wave.

Pepa’s eyes just about lit up from pure delight. ”It fits almost perfectly! Except there…” She walked to Dolores eyeing one specific spot on her waist where sat a small, yet noticeable lump of fabric. ”I still must even that one out”, she said fidgeting the spot.

Dolores’ breath got stuck in her throat. When Pepa examined the not-yet-quite-perfect dress her fingers had ever so softly wiggled against her stomach. She bit her lip and slightly sucked her tummy in.

Pepa was completely lost in thought and kept prodding and pinching the waistline at various spots, making Dolores do her best to keep still and hold back a smile. ”You could just hide it with a belt of course… But that would be a cheap way to hide lousy handwork. Or maybe—yes, I could undo the darts and instead insert an elastic waistband here”, Pepa said starting to stroke Dolores’ waist with her index finger. Dolores felt blush rise to her cheeks that were starting to hurt from struggling to keep her expression neutral.

Oblivious to her daughter’s struggles, Pepa kept rambling to herself. ”So the placement is at this height… And it would look the best to be of this width”, she emphasized her last two words by taking the ideal measure between her thumb and index finger and poking them at Dolores’ side.

”Eep!” Dolores jerked away. Pepa looked at her confused for a second, then burst into an amused chuckle. ”Aww, sweetheart. Are you ticklish?”

”Mom”, Dolores hushed, her cheeks now rosy pink.

Pepa walked behind her, now looking straight at her back.

”You know, I don’t know if you still remember but I used to play this back drawing game with you when you were little”, she explained with a hint of mischief in her voice. ”It didn’t tickle you back then. Or have you become sensitive here too?” she asked, running a finger down starting from her upper right back.

”Mohohom please”, Dolores giggled softly while squirming under the touch.

Pepa changed direction, running her finger a short while to the left and going back up again just next to Dolores’ spine, making her shiver and let out a quiet squee. Pepa sighed wistfully.

”How time flies… You are such a big girl already. You’ve fallen in love and before papa or I even realise it, you will get married and have children with Mariano.” Dolores blushed and couldn’t help a smile forming to her face, and this time it was not because of the tickling.

��Oh, come on mom, it—it won’t happen that soon”, she stammered looking at the floor.

Pepa finished the figure by drawing a little bit to the right, ”connecting” the line to the spot she had started in. ”Mija, may I still relive my dearest memories of your childhood with you while I still have a chance?” She drew some sort of an ellipse on top of the slender rectangle she had drawn earlier. ”I’ll draw something on your back and you will have to guess what it is.”

Dolores’ expression softened. ”Of course, mom.”

A small giggly yelp and a flinch escaped Dolores as she felt her mom’s finger prod a new spot, this time on her upper left back. She squirmed when it travelled down all the way to her lower back, giggled when it continued its journey on the height of her waist towards the spine and shivered when it ran back up on the left side of her spine. Pepa finished this figure the same way as the first one, ending up with a tall rectangle with an ellipse on top.

”Now the final part of the drawing”, Pepa announced.

”Eheheep!” Dolores squealed her loudest laugh up to this point and arched her back, as she wasn’t prepared at all to feel twofingers now running on both sides of her spine. Once again, the lines connected at the top and bottom and an ellipse appeared on top of the figure.

”Now, can you guess what it is?”

To be fair, Dolores hadn’t had a chance to concentrate on the bigger picture when the primary thought about each drawn line had been mainly how bad it tickled. ”No…” she giggled, a bit embarrassed.

”I drew you three candles”, Pepa explained. ”In traditional weddings the bride and the groom each light one candle of their own”, she continued while strenghtening the ellipses – the ”flames” – of the outer figures. Dolores felt her cheeks warming up and she huffed a small flustered laughter at the mentioning of a wedding. ”Then they use those candles to light a third one” – Pepa’s finger strenghtened the middle flame – ”and put out the first two.” she now used her whole palms to gently rub Dolores’ upper back on both sides as if she had wiped the outer flames away. ”The bride and the groom leave the church with the third lit candle, symbolizing how they are now together as one.”

Pepa held Dolores by the shoulders and guided her to turn around to face her. ”Dolores, you are so beautiful, and seeing you so happy with Mariano makes you just radiate beauty even more. I wish that happiness lasts between you two for your whole lifetimes.”

Even if Dolores had a hard time looking her mom in the eye due to the flustering subject, she was genuinely moved by her words. ”Th—thank you.” She then felt something small pushing at her shin.

”Casita, what is it?” An alarm clock was obviously growing impatient for her attention.

”Oh no, Mariano said he’d come at six and it’s already half past five!”

Pepa’s eyes widened as the weather turned to a windy storm in an instant. ”Casita, get my sewing machine here and fast!”

#encanto tickles #sfw tickles #tk fic #tickle fic #tickle blog #tword blog #tword #tickle #wiggly's fics #wiggly's encanto fics #wiggly's encanto stuff

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seavoice · 2 years ago

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In BIBTTS Percy and Apollo talk about Jason a lot. It honestly hit me so hard to have them mourn not only his death but also not knowing him. What do you think will be Jason's impact in their future? Especially with Apollo standing up to Zeus in the end?

Thanks for the ask! Whoo boy, this part of Build It Bigger Than The Sun was extremely painful for me to write. Not just because Jason’s death and the fallout was crushingly sad but because between school and other projects, it took SO LONG. Just weaving in Percy’s side plot was an exhausting detour from Apollo’s already wrecked and grieving headspace. All their conversations went in such an endless circle. It was just…not upbeat to write at all, lmao.

But a lot of people seemed to like the end product, me included I must admit (🤪) so I’m really glad about how it ended up!

Percy (and Annabeth, to an extent) felt like he was on a slightly different personal journey than the rest of the Seven in HOO – he wasn't really concerned about his place in a relationship or a friendship, or his destiny or parentage…the rest of them all had some or the other familiar Coming of Age beats in their arcs, but Percy felt like a man adrift in the aftermath of his own Coming of Age, if that makes sense? We didn’t get a lot from his perspective when he had his full memories, and what we did kind of leaned towards despair at the unchanging, cruel nature of the gods. We leave Percy at the end of HOO at a generally “happy” ending, but he is also someone who is nursing anger and bitterness, has become MORE disillusioned with the gods, is freshly hurt and traumatized.

Because of all that, I feel his connection with Jason was less about Jason as a person, and more about the idea of Jason. He clearly felt some kinship in another child of the Big Three having to bear the hopes of a camp and deal with the legacy of their fathers, in a way he never felt even with Thalia or Nico or Hazel; but they weren’t yet great friends, like Jason was with Leo and Piper, or even someone he looked up to like Frank did. In that way, Percy’s grief also mirrors his feelings about Jason when he was alive. Percy doesn’t really know Jason, and he’s mourning that chance to know him as much as he is mourning his death. It’s actually quite similar to what Apollo is doing!

Percy has a reputation in fanon of being extremely rebellious and untrusting of the gods–which he is! But he is also extremely empathetic (even to gods) and hopeful (even of the gods). A lot of the tragedy in PJO was the gods not doing better. But a lot of the tragedy of HOO (in relation to Percy, specifically) was the gods not doing better despite their promise to do so. We see it in his reaction to learning Calypso was not set free despite Zeus's word. His mini arc in this fic was an attempt to explore Percy in the aftermath of that betrayal, to try to guess at his possible state of mind. It was a promise Percy asked of them as his reward, and in the end he was so let down that he is bound to feel angry and embarrassed and hurt.

Naturally this was how he reacts in chapter 2 to learning about the news, still fresh with grief:

He’s not sure what his exact words had been, but he still remembered their expressions when he had told them about Jason. Sally had gasped, her eyes filling with tears at once, and Percy’s face had shuttered — first in sorrow, and then in fury. The stormy look in his eyes was one Apollo was well acquainted with; the rage of Poseidon, dreaded and feared by even the bravest of mortals. It predated the hurricanes that destroyed cities, the storms that drowned ships, the floods that wrecked the lives of millions.

“When will you be leaving?” Percy had asked simply. Percy was Poseidon’s son alright, but he was also Sally Jackson’s, and that had always been his saving grace. In that moment, it had been Apollo’s as well. No child of Sally Jackson would turn away someone in need. Percy had visibly struggled to keep his anger and hostility at check in his facial expression, though he had not quite managed to mask it in his tone. Still, he had begun, “I can drive you…”

But the past six months had not been for nothing. Jason Grace’s death had not been for nothing. Apollo had refused the offer at once, and Percy had not pushed.

“We’ll be leaving,” Apollo had said. “Right now. I just...I just wanted to tell you about Jason in person.”

Percy had nodded, jaw tight. “Alright.” You’ve told me. He didn’t say. Why are you still here?

Apollo had nodded back and then walked out into the pouring rain, a curious Meg on his heels. At the last moment he had stopped like he had slammed into a brick wall. Telling Meg to carry on and that he would be right behind her, he had turned to face Percy Jackson one last time.

“Look,” Apollo had begun. “I never — I never wanted this to happen. Any of it.” Percy had just looked at him coolly. “Truly, if I had any way of changing any of this...I would have taken it. I really would have.”

“Okay.”

“When...when this is over,” Apollo had continued. “I won’t forget. I promise.”

Percy had stared at him for a long moment. Then, in the blandest, most matter-of-fact tone, he had said, “The gods’ promises don’t mean anything to me.”

He had closed the door on his face.

Percy never trusts the gods of his own will, but he has been forced into a corner and be made to trust them as his only hope anyway, from the very beginning (Die faithless one - Echidna). So in the end, Apollo being involved in Jason's death, more than anything else is just...utterly demoralizing.

But Percy IS very kind, still. So after the immediate sting of Jason's death has faded a bit and seeing for himself just how much Apollo has changed, not to mention, seeing him grieve for (who he assumes like everyone else) his child, he does try to offer sympathy, and even go one step further and offer empathy. He is not delusional or self-deprecating enough to think he is as awful or responsible for misery as the gods, but he Does feel a kinship when it comes to feeling guilty for deaths of his loved ones. So he offers that first kindness. And then of course it snowballs into chapter four where we get this:

Percy inhales sharply at that. Exhales a little less evenly. “He died on a ship? At sea?” He closes his eyes and Apollo can see some sad, angry smile start to take shape, deprecation and guilt woven into it. “That’s just perfect. I keep thinking, if I just hadn’t said no to your quest, if I’d just—”

I think in the end, that's what hurts Percy the most. That he could have saved him maybe, that he could have known him better. He is also loyal, to a fault. And that could have translated into saving Jason if he'd known, but in this way it translated into what he's overwhelmingly put as his first priority since the get-go: he will get his own house in order first before thinking about the world at large. Percy’s never been the one to think he can run the world–we know this from all the way back to SOM. But more and more he wishes he could (but that bleeds into everything else they talk about--Luke and immortality etc, so its not exactly ALL about Jason).

But he does get to trust Apollo will take it forward from here, and that’s something. He is not pathetically alone and abandoned by the gods for once.

So it’s a little unfair to the memory of Jason perhaps, but Percy (and even Apollo but to a lesser extent) see Jason’s death primarily as a failure of the gods, and then as something they could have changed. Only then does Jason the person come to play. But it is what it is! It would be different from Leo or Piper or Thalia or Nico’s PoV. But to these two? It’s more about ensuring there are no other future Jasons than anything.

And that is something Apollo will carry with him through the uncertainty of the future--through what comes next with Zeus, and what comes next with the gods.

#thank you!!! got a little long but it was difficult parsing out what was jasons impact and what was luke and biancas and michaels and #beckendorfs and so many different things in the percy scene. but it is soemthing close to my heart #percy jackson #apollo #jason grace #trials of apollo #toa #pjo #build it bigger than the sun #bibtts #director's commentary

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calpalirwin · 3 years ago

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Permanent Vacation

Summary: Calum falls for a musician.

A/N: I just really wanted an excuse to use Arrows in Action newest releases in a fic. (They’re bangers. You should go give ‘em a listen.)

Word Count: 2.8k

And away, and away we go!

The sun was hot as it beat down on my neck, the line for the beerstand long, and the noises of people chatting excitedly were loud in my ears. But I didn’t care in the slightest. After the isolating shitshow that was quarantine, I was more than happy to be out at a festival with, wait for it, live fuckin’ music. The only way I could be happier was if my band was in the lineup, but this was still a pretty close second. To be surrounded by musicians and people who loved music was a breath of fresh air after so long. A breath of very hot fresh air. But still.

Behind me I heard the girlish giggling and whispers of my name, which drew the attention of the group in front of me: three guys, and a girl around my own age, two of the guys a good shoulder and head taller than the other man and girl. The shortest of the guys whispered, “Could you imagine if we got noticed like that?”

The tall brunette’s eyes went wide as he pulled a face and shook his head. “No, thanks. I think I’d cry.”

The other tall one with purple hair laughed loudly, “Aw, c’mon, that would be rad! His band’s not even in the lineup and he still gets recognized. Could you imagine?”

“He has a name, and can hear you, J,” the girl hissed with a playful eye roll. Then, she flashed me a smile before calling out in a loud voice, “Hey, man! Good to see ya! How ya been?” to me, before taking a step forward and stretching up to wrap her arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. “Just go with it,” she added under her breath. “Nobody’ll bug you for pictures and autographs if you’re with a bigger group.”

“Thanks,” I laughed at her rescue attempt. “But it’s fine if they do. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but they can at least let you buy a fuckin’ beer first.”

“Well, thanks again,” I said, not sure of what else to say, or do so I let her pull me up with her friends who were all staring at her with I’m sure the same look of soft shock I had on my own face.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She let go of me as she started introducing her friends to me. “And this is Jesse.”

“Hello,” the tall one with purple hair smiled warmly.

“That’s Matt,” she nudged the other tall one.

“Hey.”

“And this is Vic,” she finished, looking at the shortest man who waved.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Calum,” I said, then realized how stupid that was. “But, you already knew that, huh?”

Y/N grinned, holding her thumb and index finger close together. “Just a smidge. But it’s cool. So, any bands you’re particularly excited to see?”

“The Maine and All Time Low mostly. I’m a huge fan of The Maine, and All Time Low are friends of mine.”

“Both are great bands. And the All Time Low guys are good friends to have, for sure.”

“Oh, you know them?”

“Yeah, we worked with them a few times.”

“Worked with? Fellow musicians, huh?”

She laughed. “We’re up and comers, yeah.”

“Your cool aunt’s favorite band,” Jesse grinned at me.

Y/N laughed more at the confused look that crossed my face. “That’s one of his favorite ways to refer to us. Like we’re the band you find out from word of mouth from the cool relative that’s always discovering new music.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding. “Been there. Are you guys in the lineup?”

“Yup!” she chirped happily as we got to the front of the line. “5 beers, please,” she told the person working the counter.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I tried to decline, reaching quickly for my wallet.

“Relax, it’s just a beer,” she told me, passing me one of the cups being placed on the counter.

“Well, thanks,” I said, raising the cup and taking a sip. “I’ll getcha guys next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned around the rim of her own cup. “Enjoy your beer, Cal. See ya around.”

~~~

I took the last swallow from my beer, cursing myself for not having stopped her to get the name of her band, or at the very least her last name. But before I had a chance to get the words out, I’d been bombarded with requests from fans for pictures, engaging in small conversations with them, and by the time I was done, Y/N was long gone.

So I resigned myself to walking around the festival grounds, my head reeling. It wasn’t often a woman pretended to be my friend to rescue me from the onslaught of fans. In fact, I couldn’t recall one time that's ever happened. I also wasn’t used to being bought drinks, even if I was still fully intending to return the favor. Although that would require me to find her first. But something told me that wouldn’t be too difficult.

I was grateful I’d come on my own, and not with Ashton who would have no doubt teased me about how hooked I was on the girl. The cynic with a crush? Whatever were the odds? And was it even technically a crush when I’d only interacted with her for maybe five minutes? Okay, maybe Ashton being around wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could help me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head. The way that man could bounce from crush to crush almost seamlessly was enough to give me a case of whiplash.

I sighed as I tossed my cup in the trash. Whether or not it was a crush was still to be determined. All I knew was that I liked her energy, and wanted to see her again. And… that was a crush, wasn’t it? God. Fuckin’. Damn it.

A guitar chord rang out loudly, and there was a mad dash of people running towards the stage. Slowly I pushed my way through the crowd of people towards the front, grinning when I noticed it was her on stage, and grinning even more when I noticed the instrument in her hand. A bassist? Fuck, I was definitely in trouble now.

The shortest of the men, Vic, I recalled, started singing, with the other three providing backup harmony on the chorus. Until they got to the bridge that was all Y/N, her voice ringing out “Tomorrow’s a nightmare, I’m dreaming today. And my head is haunted, the past just can’t stay. The devil you know, yeah he comes and he goes. I’m selfish, and vapid, I hide in my prose!” before they launched into the final chorus.

“What up, Anaheim?!” Vic yelled into his mic to a scream of cheers and applause. “We’re Arrows in Action, and that was our newest single, Only Be Mine. I’m Vic. We got Matt over here on guitar. Jesse’s on the drums. And Y/N’s over there on bass. We got a few more songs for you all. And if you’re an awesome crowd, we might have a special treat for ya at the end of our set. Sound good?”

We answered him in whoops of cheers and loud applause, causing them all to grin as they launched into their next song.

They played seamlessly through about three more songs, enjoying the feeling of playing live in front of people again, before Y/N whooped into her own mic. “Whoo! It’s hot! Anyone else hot? Y’all staying hydrated out there?” she asked us, before flickering her gaze across the stage at Matt who was wiping his forehead. “You good, Matt?”

“Dude, it’s like a million degrees up here,” he commented, before taking a huge swig from a water bottle.

Y/N laughed. “Right. Y’all gotta understand. Matt’s from the cold states. Then there’s Vic and I who are California natives, technically, right Vic?”

“Yeah, I was born here. But I didn’t live here as long as you did.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So Vic and I are used to the heat. Matt, not so much. And Jesse? How you doing back there, J?”

“Me?” the drummer pointed at himself in confusion “Oh, I’m great!”

“Great enough to give this crowd a real surprise?” she asked, her voice laced with playful trouble, as she looked at all her bandmates. “C’mon, boys what do ya say? Wanna give this crowd something special before we go?”

Again, we all cheered and applauded as encouragement for whatever surprise they had in mind. “Alright!” Vic laughed. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and introduce it then?”

She smiled wide as she turned towards us. “Alright, everybody! We’re Arrows in Action. We’ve had a great time with y’all! So, as a thank you, we’re gonna play a new song that we haven’t released yet. Is that cool with you?” She laughed as she awaited the response of screaming, whistles, and applause. “Alright. This is called Permanent Vacation, which will be available on all listening platforms this Friday. Let’s go!”

Matt started playing a series of chords that sounded incredibly familiar, while the other three clapped to the beat. But right before the lyrics were supposed to come in, Vic started talking into his mic. “Wait, wait, wait!” he laughed. “I don’t know the lyrics to this!”

“So it’s just like every other song,” Y/N teased him with her own laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz that one’s not ours.”

“Be rad if it was though,” she said, and I swear she shot me a wink. “Alright, alright. So, that one’s not ours. But this one definitely is. And it’s definitely called Permanent Vacation. And it’s out Friday.”

A new guitar and drum beat started up and Vic immediately started singing, again with the rest of the band providing back up vocals until the bridge where it was all Y/N. A soft build before a wild yell that would have torn my own vocal chords to shreds.

“I’m locked and loaded, fire away! Permanent vacation from my brain. Extend my stay another day. Far from home, not alone,” they all finished with a flurry of chords. “Thank you!” Vic croaked into the mic. “Thank you guys so much! We’re Arrows in Action, enjoy the rest of your night!”

With tired but happy smiles, they all bowed before exiting the stage. I moved to follow, but thought better of it, going to hit the drink stand first where I bought 5 beers and 4 waters. A small challenge, made slightly easier by the person working the stand putting the water bottles in a grocery bag for me. With that hanging off my arm, I held 2 beers in each hand, and my own in my teeth.

“Cal!” she laughed, her face flushed when I found them lounging in the grass. “You didn’t have to do that,” she told me as she rose to her feet to help me distribute the beers.

“I said I’d get the next round,” I offered up simply, setting down the bag and taking a seat with them all. “I brought you guys water, too.”

“You really didn’t have to do that,” she laughed, tossing the bottles out anyway, and sitting back down, this time next to me.

“Shut up, Y/N, let the man do what he wants,” Jesse said, downing a water bottle in 2 gulps before turning his attention to his beer. “You’re rad. Thank you.”

“For real, man. This was really cool of you,” Vic said.

“Yeah, huge thanks,” Matt nodded.

“What they said, I guess,” Y/N laughed again, following Jesse’s lead of downing her water bottle before going for her beer. “Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good. Thank you, really.”

“Happy to do it,” I answered. “That set was amazing, by the way. And that joke at the end was pretty clever. How long were you planning that?”

She giggled. “Uh, well Jesse and I are much more the 5sos fans than Matt and Vic are. But we’re all familiar with your music. And when we were writing the song, and settled on the title, I suggested that it would be funny to start playing your version if we ever got the chance to play it live. Which meant bugging Matt to learn the guitar parts.”

“So you’re the troublemaker of the band?” I guessed.

She shrugged, and hid behind the rim of her cup. “I mean… Depends on the day.”

We continued to lay in the grass, making small talk as we all finished our beers, before Jesse cleared his throat. “Uh… Matt, Vic. You guys wanna come with me to get a good spot for the rest of the acts?” he asked, the suggestion in his tone heavy.

Matt and Vic shared a look, before nodding. “Yeah, yeah of course,” they said, all three of them getting up.

“You assholes are just gonna leave me?” Y/N asked, looking up at them.

“Just come find us when you’re ready,” they winked. “Thanks again for the beers, Cal.”

“Assholes,” she muttered again as they all made themselves scarce. “Sorry about them.”

I laughed, waving it off. “Nah, it’s cool. And kinda nice, maybe?”

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Uh…” her face flushed. “I mean…” she started to stammer. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I gave a half chuckle, scratching at the back of my neck. “Look, it’s fine if you’re not… I mean, I figure you probably are if they did that for you, cuz they have no reason to do it for my sake. I mean, they’re your friends and bandmates, not mine. But I know a wing man set up when I see it. But if it’s more of a meddling wing man set up, like that’s fine,” I spilled out, before realizing I was rambling.

“No!” she rushed. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” She covered her face in her hands, groaning “Oh, this is so embarrassing…” Her hands moved to push through her hair as she took a long breath to steady herself. “Of course I like you, Cal. Like before I even met you. One of those embarrassing fangirl crush type of deals. And I mean, I’m a bassist in a punk band, so you’re also someone I idolize and take inspiration from.” Slowly her gaze lifted from her lap to lock onto mine. “And then I met you today. And you’re everything I thought you’d be. Thoughtful. Generous. A bit shy, and quiet at times. Nice. And it makes the crush that much stronger, and harder to deal with. Cuz now it’s real. And I feel like I know you. And it’s just… Ugh, it spirals from there, ya know?”

“A good spiral, or a bad spiral?”

“Bit of both? Like the insecurities in me say that you’re an A-list celebrity, while I’m more of like… not an A-lister. My band’s not on the same level yours is. I mean, we play bars and small day festivals. You sell out stadiums and have world tours. There’s a clear discrepancy. But then, another part of me doesn’t give a shit about that. It sees how we’re like-minded. It sees all the ways we click, and all the ways we could work. And that’s where the cocky part comes in, where it sees the like-mindedness and the reasons we could work, and calls you an idiot if you can’t see it too. That, uh, screwed up defense mechanism of it being your loss, ya know?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed. “Sorry. I said a lot. Point is, I do like you. And, that’s that.”

“So the ball’s in my court?”

“Only if you want it to be. And if you don’t, then no. There’s no ball. No court. Just two people who have a few things in common.”

“You wanna hear what I think?”

“Go for it.”

“I think your friends left us for 2 reasons. 1 being that they’re loyal to you, and know how you feel about me. 2 being that they’re also guys. Which gives them a pretty good insight for how I’m feeling too.”

“Uh-huh…” she nodded slowly. “And how you’re feeling is…?”

I could have said the words. But I settled for leaning in, brushing my lips softly against hers for the sweetest of moments, listening to the way her next breath got stuck in her throat. I pulled away, smiling softly at her and shrugging my shoulders.

She traced her lips with her thumb, bewilderment written on her face. “Okay, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“Relax,” I chuckled, stealing her words from earlier. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Well, thanks. I’ll, uh, getcha next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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