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nelapanela94 · 2 years ago

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Love your writing. You are very talented. Can we have a one-shot with levi and reader when he was still living in the underground?

Anon-san, thank you!!!

Of course, but you know how much I love angst, so here is the angst pill for the week.

TW: implied prostitution, nothing explicit; angst

WC: ~2000

Lithe fingers gingerly stroke the small of your back, sending shivers along your spine. You’re humming, laying belly down with your legs bent at the knees, your heels touching your pretty ass.

“You should stop this.” Levi says without taking his eyes off the ceiling. He tucks one arm under his head, his hair slick in sweat, scattered in tendrils over the old, rock-hard mattress. You prop on your elbows, nesting your chin on the heels of your hands, and frown. “Now you question the morals of my job?”

He turns his head to you and erases the wrinkles between your brows. “No.”

You were too young when you learn the value in the curves on a woman’s body, and the freedom and power borne in a pair of pants, a trench coat and a hat. There are few things that make a person more desperate than the need to eat.

“Come live with me,” he mutters, his eyes half open, still veiled with ecstasy. You snort and shake your head. “I don’t want to be another belly to feed.”

But he says nothing. He only watches you, toying mindlessly with a lock of your hair around his finger. He retraces the bridge of your nose and redraws the curve of your cupid’s bow. His hands, full of scratches and tiny scars, are beautiful. Cruel, implacable, gentle. But your body has only witnessed their sweetest side. You find it hard to believe that those hands, the ones that mold to your curves and edges perfectly, brandish a knife without hesitation.

He was so shy the first time he came to you. Too tense when you were taking his clothes off, his hands shaking afraid to touch you. He’d always ask where to touch, if he was doing it right, if he was hurting you. Later, the rumors came to you, how merciless he could be when someone messes up with the people he cares. He built a name, a façade, but with you he’d strip more than his body.

“This is what I do Levi. I’m not strong or fast as you are.”

“You’re smart. You could do the accounts.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t want those pigs to touch you.” He rasps and sets his lips into a thin line. If only you could give him the names of those who etch bruises on your skin. “I don’t want-“

He closes his eyes and images of his childhood flood his mind. That filthy room reeked with death and rotten food. The pain of starvation scourging his bones.

“I’m not with child, nor I’m diseased.” You crawl off the bed, walk to the basin, and snatch the cloth from the hanger above. You soak it, wring off the excess and rub it on your skin, sweat and fluids washing away.

Levi does not know how to parse it without sounding selfish; he wants you for himself. He scourges his brain, rolling onto his side, the springs emitting a throaty creak. “I want to protect you.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you.” you slip into a white night gown, then drink to cups of tansy tea, your lips closed on the rim as you stare deeply into his eyes, but find nothing.

Levi hardens his heart and reminds himself that it’s for the best.

“Leave.” The pewter thumps on the wood. You pinch off a speck of mold forming on the bread and flick it away.

When you look back at him, he’s smirking. “I paid for the night.” He pats the empty side on the bed. You hate him right now for make use of the power granted by few coins. Your blood is boiling, your tongue set against your teeth.

You bite your lip and tug at the strap of your dress, your skin prickling under it as it brushes past your shoulder. “What do you want me to do?”

“Leave it on. I just want to cuddle.”

Levi craves the closeness. Beyond pleasure, he yearns warmth and intimacy, and in the last mile, love.

You snuggle against his chest, and he slips an arm around you, planting a kiss on your shoulder. “I want to show you more options. I want you to be able to choose.” He croons, and cries the way boys are taught, in silence.

“Is there any other reason?” Your tears stream freely, moistening your hair.

Yes!

“No.”

The candle consumes and the dingy rooms falls into an inky darkness.

You grimace in disgust when drops of tarnished water flicks on the back of your heels, nipping your skin. The market is bustling, and you’re early to stash the freshest apples for the pie for Levi’s birthday. The air is bleak and sharp, stunting the stench of the gutters. You hustle down the street, jostling your way through peddlers and shoe shiners, hardly avoiding a horse-drawn carriage.

Prying glances follow you, but no one dare to approach or whistle a catcall. Who wants to fall victim of Levi’s unsparing kicks? It’s been three months since you taste the edge of freedom and the bars of your cage fell, only to find yourself trapped in another enclosure. A bigger one, yet a prison. One day, you’ll live above; one day you’ll let the sun caress your skin.

You thank the old lady behind the stall and sling the bag on your shoulder, hefty with sugar, flour, eggs, and butter. You’ve been saving for this special date. When you moved in with Levi and his friends, Farlan was kind and welcoming, willing to lend you books and help with your calligraphy, and you became his number one rival in chess. Isabel, instead, turned green with jealousy first, but with time her attitude mellowed, she even taught you her favorite fighting moves. And Levi, a sweetheart behind closed doors, and an overprotective nervous wreck. I’ll be alright, Levi. You rolled those words too much. He had Farlan escort you when you wanted to go out for a stroll, and he had business to attend. his nerves wouldn’t be at rest when you were safe and tucked in his bed. As weeks bled, he loosened up, and taught you how to hold and wield a knife.

You veered around the corner and the street narrows into a twisting alley. Your heart pounds, and you set a faster pace. Somebody is breathing down your neck, you can feel them.

“What’s the rush, young lady?”

You gasp and halt.

A tooth of gold glints from the shadows followed by a wicked smirk, sliced by a sliver of light. You gulp and step back, your hand slipping into your pocket, curling around the handle.

His suit fits his prominent belly so well, his clothes are neat and the firm notes of bergamot and oak linger around him, unsettling you. He shows his palms in the air, rings of gold throttling his pudgy fingers. “Y/N, isn’t it? You’re prettier than the portraits.”

“Who are you?” Your voice quavers. He’s not alone. And you listen attentively.

The stiff wooden bristles silkily run down through your tresses, and when Levi is done, he eases your hair to one side, dusting kisses over your bare shoulder. “What’s bugging you?” His breath feels warm against your skin.

“I’m fine.” Your words are soft and lazy.

But he doesn’t press further; instead, he wraps his arms around you from behind, and nuzzles in the curve of your neck, your pulse pounding.

“My father found me. I mean… I didn’t even know I had a father until yesterday.” Levi doesn’t flinch, he only listens. “Yesterday, he sent a deputy and a proposal. His only son died in an accident and he’s looking for an heir, blood related.” Your hands land on his.

“He needs you up there.”

“He gave me three days for an answer.”

“And what do you want?” He reels away and sits tall, as you turn around and sit on your heels, facing him.

“I don’t know.”

“You should say yes.”

It slices through you, razor sharp.

Your glistening eyes begin to sting, and your bottom lip quivers. “Levi…” He clasps your face in his rough palms. “This might be your only chance,” he says without vacillation, closing his eyes, tucking his forehead on yours.

“But-“

“Think about you,” he utters. “Be selfish.” All the tension cracks his voice. Pain coils in his chest, snatching his breath. His muscles strain, and his face is mottled with red, containing. his hands tremble, his jaw set tight his teeth might crack like corn in the grinder. Because with you he learned that to love is to wish what’s best for the other.

“I can’t lea-“

“Say yes!” he bellows. He squeezes his eyes too hard until sparks burst, and distant shrill pierces through his darkness.

For six months you lament on a pillow of goose feathers and organic cotton linens, waiting for letters that never came. You set the quill down and make a crumple of the paper.

You learned manners at the table, how to walk with a book over your head, how to talk and when to shut, and how to write with curlicues at the end of each word. They chose your wardrobe, the books you’d read, the lessons you’d take. The bars became of gold. And of Levi, you haven’t heard a word.

The wheels rattle and the hooves clop. Another horse neighs to a stop. The carriage lowers the speed, and you glimpse out through a sliver of the billowing curtain. People stroll in both directions, donning hats and bowing, weaving, and bumping into each other. Uneasiness creeps within you. The dress is too layered for summer, and the tight braids strained your face.

“Martin and Donna, you’re going to love them.” His hand weaves with yours, and you look at him, wrenching a smile. You hope lunch doesn’t extend too long. Unlikely if they start talking about politics. He must have grasped a hint of your gloom. His smile falters. “If you’re not well, we could cancel. They’d understand.”

“No. No. I’m fine. I know how important it is for you.”

A winsome smile brightens his features. “You’re always so considerate.” Samuel brings your hand to his mouth and presses a kiss on the knuckles. People pleaser. You feel impelled to comply, the fear of going back tethering you.

The clattering outside intensifies, and the driver pulls the brakes. “The Survey Corps.” The bearded man informs in a gruff.

“Why do they keep trying?” Samuel rolls the eyes. “What a waste.” He soliloquizes, making you simmer with irritation.

“They fight for our freedom.”

“But at what cost? Is our money being squander away.”

You lack the energy to wrangle with someone who fixes the world’s problems amid a banquet and tobacco smoke. You unlatch the door and jump off, hold your skirts off the way and stride toward the main street. Your name waning as you walk away.

Crestfallen, the bearers of the wings of freedom march to the government building. You crane your head over the disapproving throng. You keep winding through, shouldering, and bumping, scattering sorrys here and there. “Isn’t that Captain Levi?” A little boy chimes, tugging at his mother’s skirts.

That name stirs old memories, and instinctively you snap your head in the direction where the kid is pointing at.

Captain Levi.

You slap a hand over your mouth, stifling the racking sobs, tears falling unrestrained. A deep, dry, intense heartbeat hits your chest sharply, leaving you breathless. Somehow you manage to keep your balance, standing upright and frozen.

You need air.

People split in a wedge like Moses parted the Red Sea, murmuring, and all the unwanted attention gravitates around you. The clopping, little by little, drifts away. Your fingertips tingle and your chest feels tighter and tighter, your mouth dry. Calm down. You tell yourself. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to control your breathing, ignoring the words knocking around, but it all comes out in a rush of panic. Disoriented, you faint.

When you open your eyes, you’re alone, curled up in a couch. Your surroundings clear, giving form to an office. “You’re awake.”

You snap your face to the voice, a velvety husk etched within you. “Levi!”

He’s looking out the window, his silhouette painted on the floor, framed by a rectangle of golden light. The Wings of Freedom stitched on his back.

A quiet contentment spread through you, a glimmer of happiness flashing in your moistened eyes.

“You made it!”

#Levi ackerman #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman/reader #levi ackerman/you #Levi ackerman attack on titan #levi aot #levi attack on titan #aot #attack on titan #snk #snk levi #aot Levi #Levi ackerman fic #Levi ackerman x y/n

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rom-e-o · 1 year ago

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Modern!AU Meeting - Constance & Ebenezer

Just a run little ramble about a first meeting ThemTM.

If possible, it felt as if the temperature had only gotten colder when he stepped back out.

Icy winds rolled off the Thames River in what felt like literal waves.

Ebenezer was relieved that, according to the GPS on this phone, the coffeehouse was tucked away on one of the city’s smaller, more narrow roadways lined with safety barriers and poles to protect pedestrians as they padded across the road. He crossed one of those busy intersections and wound up at Monument Street, the small map guiding his every step. He passed The Monument Public House, and just around the corner was a tiny, brownstone-looking establishment that had a width comparable to a no. 2 pencil.

Other than its small size, the coffeehouse looked average. Brick and cement accents rimmed a tinted window, which was backlit with fairy lights that illuminated a window seat. Velvet cushions and soft blankets were just barely visible beyond the glass, with most of the interior obscured by a large decal that read: New Grounds Coffee Co.

It was a nice visual break from the upscale, luxury menswear stores that now encircled his apartments complex. Lime Street had become an alleyway of suit stores in recent years, and since he was much more likely to want a cup of coffee rather than to replace his closet of tailored Brioni suits, it was a refreshing change of pace.

Upon opening the door, he was thankful to see that the place wasn’t swarming with people. Most people inside waiting for their order wore suits and pencil skirts and jabbered on their smartphone in-between answering the barista’s questions about their preferences.

“Would you like your drink swee—”

“Fuck, just give me the bloody regular recipe, okay?” a younger man with flaxen hair snapped.

“S-Sorry,” the barista replied. She had an American accent, but the sound of being flustered was hardly regional.

“Sorry, mate, trying to get a cuppa and they gave me the new girl,” he spoke loudly into his phone. Ebenezer could see the screen smudges from across the room. “Yeah, American accent and all.”

Ebenezer passed the man, shooting him a glare as he did so. Apparently, he still had some of his pre-redemption ‘aura’, because the man practically squirmed under his gaze. He even stumbled while stepping out of the way, dropping his phone and sending the parts scattering across the floor. The act earned a good chuckle from the other bystanders who had been quietly wishing for some force to shut the rude man up.

The barista shared the sentiment, giving Ebenezer a grin as he approached the counter. The woman, whose coppery hair was gathered in a low chignon, mouthed out a ‘thank you’ before resuming with the normal process for entering an order.

“I’ll take a flat white, please,” he said, sliding her his card. “Regular milk, light foam.”

“Yes, of course,” she said, fingers moving swiftly across the keys. She could type fast, he noted with raised brows. Hell, faster than Bob could, and he’d been Scrooge’s clerk for years. She must have done clerical work in the past, he thought.

As for why she was working as a barista, he didn’t have much time to mull over it.

She finished the transaction, entered his order, and smiled again. Wide and bright as the sun.

“I’ll have that right out for you.”

“Thank you, miss…” He squinted at her nametag, again started by how formal and neat her script was, “Miss Constance?”

She nodded, and the shift of her head in the warm overhead light caused him to notice the dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose. “That’s me.”

“Hm. Much better than ‘new girl’.”

The comment slipped out before he’d even realized the sentence was a thought.

While he felt his face flush scarlet, she seemed to bloom at the comment. As if it was the first kind word she’d heard about herself. He certainly hoped that wasn’t the case.

“Thank you, Mr. Scrooge. Oh, and don’t forget your receipt!”

Relieved in part that he hadn’t terrified her with his unintentional flirting, he accepted the scrap of paper and made his way toward the opposite end of the shop, choosing to sink into a tweed armchair to pass the time.

After some routine scrolling through the news and other mundane tasks like checking the weather or cleaning out his inbox, he heard someone approaching him. A cup slid into his vision, and when he looked up, Constance was leaning over him.

“Here you are, Mr. Scrooge,” she said politely. “One flat white. Oh, and here.”

She also handed him a small box, which she said was filled with pastries.

“You work in an office, right? Please, I hope you’ll accept this. I hope you and the others enjoy them. Consider it a ‘thank you’ for your kind words.”

#scrooge x oc #oc constance doggode #modern au

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lifemod17 · 9 months ago

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I don't think I ever said why I love W,B! and why it's so important to me? Sooooooo

Wasteland, Baby! and why it means a lot to me... Today (March 01) is actually the record's 5 year anniversary!! I would say this album is easily #2 on my all time favorite albums (This Place Will Become Your Tomb by Sleep Token is #1). How I would summarize this album and what it feels like to me is: "LOVE THROUGHOUT THE DESTRUCTION OF THE WORLD". We live in this messed up world where so many things often go awry and while it gives us countless reasons to remind us how fucked up our home is- that there can always be a silver lining. That there will always be hope and something to give you a reason to keep going. That the right person can make you feel like being alive isn't the worst thing because you have someone that makes you feel loved amidst all the shitty things. <<< Classic me to have that mentality/how I look at life, so naturally I resonate IMMENSELY with it.

I've been listening to it for a while, a few years now actually, but my love for this record came to me in the most unexpected of times- I was doing laundry haha and I remember having a very exhausting day and the title track came on shuffle, and it was instantly one of those times where I had to stop what I'm doing and just EXIST IN THE MOMENT WHILE THIS SONG PLAYS.

The entire record is beyond beautiful and so well made but the title track specifically is so important to me because that was one of the few times I had heard this GORGEOUS love song -the kind that tugs at your heart, with lyrics literally saying "wasteland, baby, I'm in love, I'm in love with you"- and nobody came to mind. I was just at peace and was happy to be hearing those soft vocals and soothing humming. This song to me, quite literally feels like a long, warm, soft hug. The kind that rids me of all the bad shit that happened. It feels like the kind of embrace where I immediately felt safe.

This song is not everyone's cup of tea may it be because of it's tempo or the voice effects. I personally love the fact that it is drowning in all that reverb because it adds to this effect where it feels like hearing sounds WHILE YOU ARE UNDERNEATH THE WATER. There's no crazy instruments, just Andy and his ethereal vocals.

And if you did not know, yes Andrew is actually underwater in that album art cover! And YES his mother OIL PAINTED THAT WITH ALL THE TINY DETAILS!!! There's also a really sweet sunset line so you know I am a massive sucker obviously!

But yeah, it is SO VERY important to me. And the fact that THERE WAS A NEW SONG THAT CAME OUT FOR THE 5YR ANNIVERSARY *AND* THAT THERE'S GOING TO BE A DELUXE VERSION ON APRIL 19!!??!!!! Seeing that made me so happy 🥰

#never not yelling about Wasteland Baby #wasteland baby #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #wastelandposting #Wasteland Baby deluxe #that's it

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chloe-spade · 3 months ago

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A Rose Sword Act Two: A Welcoming Feeling

Malleus was torn between his desire to escape and his duty to protect the twins. His grandmother's relentless pursuit of the twins had intensified her magic, leading it down a darker path. He was determined to prevent her from casting any more spells that could potentially harm the twins during the final year they had before their inevitable slumber. Malleus was haunted by dreams, vivid flashes of a makeshift spinning wheel and a finger pricking it, as his grandmother intended.

He didn't know who it was but only saw a figure following a green light to the spinning wheel. But that was when it would stop; only the echoes of The Mistress's laugh boomed across his head,

"Isn't that Prince Malleus?" A tiny mermaid in the pond whispered, "Why is he leaving?"

"Maybe for fresh air?"

Malleus hates the thought of being spotted, so he quickly teleported in front of Lilia's cottage, looking around to see if he wasn't followed. He took a moment before knocking on the cottage's door, hoping someone was there.

Wisp swung open the door, her eyes widening in surprise, "Malleus? What brings you to our humble abode this lovely evening?" She ushered Malleus inside, "Would you care for a warm cup of evergreen tea?"

Malleus carefully sat down, "Any evergreen tea, Madam Wisp?"

"Of course, for our lovely prince," Wisp smiled as she strolled to the kitchen to prepare. "Are you here to visit to Lilia, or perhaps Silver?"

"I hope that it was okay."

Wisp turns and pats Malleus's head, "You are always welcome here, Malleus, regardless of who you visit. You have done so much and we have so much gratitude for you. It's what Fae do, use their magic to be protectors, for those who simply don't know how to protect themselves."

"Such as humans?"

"Oh, no," Wisp smiled, "humans do know magic, but it's learned. Faes have magic when they are born and become stronger as they develop in age. Unfortunately, some faes aren't always satisfied with the magic they have, so they learn and the more they learn, the more powerful they become. The Mistress was one of the few who learned beyond her years, and the more isolated she became, the eviler her magic had become. But why? That's a mystery we're yet to unravel."

"How come?" Malleus asked, "My grandmother was one I thought many respected for so long."

"It may have something to do with the queen. But we do not know their history together, so that will be a mystery until the day comes." Wisp hands Malleus the tea and sat down beside him.

Lilia comes down and sees, "Oh, hello, Malleus."

"Oh, hello Lilia,"

"Come join us," Wisp invited.

Lilia sat down and sipped tea, "What are you two talking about?"

"Madam Wisp is just simply informing me about faes and how their magic could be different and about humans also learning magic. Our current topic is about my grandmother's magic."

"Ah, I suppose I can give you some perpective," Lilia sighed and looked down at his tea, "When she recruited me, I was her daughter's personal knight, but she has seen me fight like no fae has before. After that I became her general, her best asset during wars and battles. Everyone feared me like how they feared her, but I was doing my duties and that's all I cared about, leading the army to victory and training my knights to be stronger. Don't get me wrong, I planned to retire one day, but not after a long time. Until you hatched."

"After my mother's unfornate passing?"

"Yes, and that kept me going as a knight, to destroy humans who killed and harmed for simply having magic, no matter who they were. They didn't care about us, they feared us, they thought they were above us."

"It was a hard time for everyone else," Wisp added. We didn't know how long this war would be, and honestly, I didn't know if it ever ended."

"But it did. And then I met the King..a king who was very gracious to Fae, to even invite Fae to a baby's christening. I think he would call us guardians if you will."

"But why not my grandmother?"

"Hmm," Lilia hummed, "I do not believe it was Daniel who ignored her."

"You can't possibly believe it was Queen Serena?" Malleus's eyes widen.

"She had a massive hatred for the fae," Lilia condemned, "not surprising because she was part of the royal family. That family had a hatred for years but when Daniel became King, he stopped that, ignoring the old kings and even his wife about faes and did not act based on prejudice but based on humanity."

"That could be the reason he was searching for us," Wisp smiled, "he believed in our magic and our place in the world."

"I do see that, he did want us to stay but the queen.."

"Still stuck in her family's way and refusing to go foward," Lilia scoffed.

"Lilia,…he is right," Wisp conceded.

Malleus fell into a pensive silence, his thoughts consumed by the King. It was a peculiar admiration, considering Malleus was a fae and the King a human. But when they met, under the weight of their respective responsibilities, Malleus saw a halo of light around the King's head. He even thanked Malleus, not with fear but with genuine happiness, shaking his hand.

"But I do believe Daniel will do whatever it takes to save both human and fae."

Malleus nodded. It may be time to change the subject.

"Where is Silver?" Malleus pondered.

"Oh, he went to see the kingdom himself," Lilia explained, "with his cute little crush too."

"Crush?"

"Silver fell in love with a sweet and very mischievous guy, Ruggie," Wisp giggled. "He was so happy to go with him, and we had to let him go."

"He can protect himself," Lilia added, "he knows he can't leave without proper protection."

"I happen to agree but," Malleus paused, "but the twins being in their place or origin could be dangerous, if my grandmother finds out."

"You are right," Lilia inclined.

Malleus thought momentarily before setting down his tea and getting up. "I'll watch from afar if my grandmother would send guards to the village. I can't shake something bad might happen."

With that, Malleus disappeared, not letting Lilia or Wisp speak.

Wisp sighs, "Malleus still needs some growing up to do."

"Ah, you don't need to worry," Lilia laughs, "Malleus's smart enough to keep himself hidden."

🌹

Amore kept dragging Silver into the village, ignoring Sebek's and Ruggie's protests and warnings.

"Wow, they are both fast." Sebek mentioned.

"One's an excited boy," Ruggie spoke, "I bet this could be a life-changer for him. Silver, I'm unsure of."

Ruggie looks back at the boys, now looking around the town, watching a baker cook pastries from hand. The Baker looks and laughs jolly.

"Do you boys want some of my famous pastries?"

"Yes, sir," Silver answered, looking at the pastries."But we don't have money for them…"

"Oh, please do not fret. It'll be free of charge for those with such powerful spirits and a clear love for baking." The Baker smiled. Now, which one would you like?"

"A blueberry pastry please?" Silver spoke up.

"Can I have a raspberry one?" Amore added.

"On the house," The Baker grinned.

After a while, The Baker handed them their pastries and walked away to continue cooking.

Amoré grinned before taking a small pastry, but before taking a bite, Sebek stopped him.

"Human," Sebek whispered, "Don't. He could've poisoned it to harm you."

"..why?" Amoré whispered back, "It's just a nice pastry."

"Because I don't trust him. Humans would do anything to harm others without reason." Sebek explained, trying to take the pastry from Amoré, "And no harm shall come to you when I'm here."

"Well, how about this?" Amoré took a huge bite of pastry, keeping eye contact with Sebek. With a grin, he swallowed, victorious. "See?" Amoré laughed. "It wasn't poisonous. Sure, the berries were a bit sour, but it's not something that could harm me, Sebek."

Sebek rolls his eyes. "You must be one of the lucky ones."

"I don't know why you're so paranoid," Ruggie huffed, "That Baker is one of the best chefs that we have in years. He bakes to make people happy, not to hurt them."

"And these pastries are delicious," Silver added. "There is no sign of poison; only poisonous berries can kill you instantly. Blueberries and Raspberries are relatively harmless."

"Hmph, It's not my fault that these humans has done so much farm to us fae," Sebek snarled, "they did kill our princess after all."

"What?"

"She was Prince Malleus's mother, who adored him. However, the war between the Fae and the humans was still ongoing, which meant she had to fight them alongside her husband. Both tragically died in the war, leaving Malleus alone to hatch without a mother or father to hold him. My grandfather was very bitter and haven't trusted humans since, but his old knight decided to go to a human celebration, and he haven't been seen."

"You think he had died?" Ruggie pondered.

"It's been clearly evident." Sebek huffed.

"But you can't actually say that without much evidence," Silver spoke. "You can't just believe someone so earnestly without seeing proof."

"Are you doubting my grandfather?" Sebek growled.

"All I'm saying is that you need to see a tombstone to see if someone is died." Silver clarified.

But that argument was short-lived. The town sprouted awake with cheers and celebration, with people chatting. This made Sebek very uneasy, but he couldn't show it. He was a little mouse in a town full of cats, ready to crunch down if he ever talked badly about them.

"Hey, how about we seperate and then come back when the sun starts to set?" Ruggie suggested.

"That sounds terrific, and that will make sure I don't hear your squeaking." Sebek snarled.

"I'm going to ignore that and walk away," Ruggie groaned, pulling Silver in another direction.

"Come on," Amore sighed, "Let's explore, and please, no more rude insults. That could get you in trouble here."

"I don't intent to lie my way in this town."

⚔️

Ruggie's ears flopped as he sighed in relief, "Thank the heavens. He was starting to annoy me with his banter." He looks back at Silver, "How about we go to the donut shop? You did tell me you wanted to try them."

Ruggie leads the way before stopping, "Wait, I'm sorry," He grabs Silver's hand, "We need to make a quick detour, I have to see Grandma about her silks."

"Oh, I don't mind," Silver hums, "I've always wanted to meet her too, so please, lead the way."

Ruggie leads Silver to a small cottage, smaller than Silver's but with a nice homey feel. Ruggie leads Silver inside and looks around, "Hey, take a seat, make yourself home. Let me get my grandma."

Silver nods and begins to look around the cottage, noticing the pictures of young Ruggie. This makes Silver reminisce about his first meeting with Ruggie, the many times they played together and ate various foods together, and how Silver's feelings developed over the years.

"How should I tell…or more accurately, when?" Silver muttered. "What if he doesn't like me that way? Calm down, Silver. Remember what your father said." After a small breath, Silver walked by the living room and sat down on one of the comfortable chairs.

"Sorry about the wait," chimed Ruggie.

"It's alright," Silver said. Take your time."

Silver looked out and saw two birds chirping and cuddling against each other, clearly in love. Silver walked over and watched as he slowly hummed a minor melody.

"Who sang that beautiful melody?" asked an older woman, Ruggie's grandmother, who looked over at Silver. "Was that you?"

Silver blushes and looks down, "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Ma'am."

"Ruggie," she teased, "how come you didn't tell me your friend has a lovely voice?" Ruggie did not respond as he stood at the door, face red, and just stared into space. "Oh, is he the boy you've been talking to me about," His grandmother teased with a secretly evil grin, "You're right; he's gorgeous, and his eyes are breathtaking."

"G-grandma!" Ruggie stammered. Come on, let's sit down." Ruggie rushes over to the couch and sits down. Silver follows, still silently blushing from his grandmother's comments.

"Silver," Ruggie gulped. This is my grandmother, Enda."

"A pleasure to meet you," Edna grinned happily. "My, my, Ruggie did not disappoint. What should I give you? What would you like to eat?"

"Oh, nothing for now, thank you," Silver smiles, "Ruggie wanted me to have a donut."

"Oh, he loves those." Enda laughs, "As a young boy, he would beg me for those every time we went to town."

Silver chuckles, "Aw, that's very sweet."

Ruggie's ears flopped in embarrassment. "I couldn't help myself as a young boy," Ruggie stuttered, "and when you are a kid, you need a lot of sugar in your body."

"No, ya didn't!" Edna intervened, "With all that sugar in that brain you don't even think properly. That's why you'd be stealing."

"Grandma enough-!" Edna laughed at her grandson's embarrassment and sat down by Silver. Now, let me take a good look at you. My, you look gorgeous, maybe even more beautiful than the queen," she glared at Ruggie. "Don't tell her I said that, or else."

"I know, Grandma."

"Actually, you do look like the queen to me. Maybe I'm old, but I've known that woman for years, and trust me, you have her smile."

"Oh, thank you." Silver looks away, flustered.

"But the King's violet eyes. I know them well," Edna spoke, "If I may, I want to give something," she got up and walked away, "Ruggie told me that your birthday was coming so I tried to find a perfect gift," she called out from her room.

"Oh, you didn't have to," Silver called back, "I'm just glad to be here."

"Too late," Ruggie chuckled. "When she finds out it's your birthday, she'll find a gift right away."

"She sounds very nice."

"Yeah, but you don't wanna make her angry. Trust me, I've seen her when she's angry."

"I heard you,boy!" Edna yelled.

"You were supposed to, Grandma!"

Enda walks out, holding a box, clearly angry about her grandson's sarcastic claim.

"Never mind that," Edna sighed and sat down by Silver. Now, this was something that was gifted to me when I was young."

Edna opens her box and lifts a crown from within it. It is golden, with beautiful gemstones placed carefully on it, glowing pink and blue underneath the moonlight. Silver gasped softly at the crown as it was placed on his head.

"I can't have this," Silver looks at Edna, "It's so beautiful."

"A beautiful gift for a beautiful man," Edna spoke, "Well, Ruggie, what do you think?"

Ruggie couldn't help but stare at Silver with the crown, admiring him. He was silent, and his face was blushing. "..he's uh," Ruggie cleared his throat, "You look gorgeous."

Very flustered, Silver spoke, "Thank you, Ruggie."

"Now, you two run along now!" Edna laughed. "Thank you for the supplies, boy. Now go! Have fun!"

Ruggie nodded and led Silver to the entrance, still blushing at Silver.

"You know…you could be mistaken for royalty with that crown," he coughed.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Silver laughs, taking off the crown and placing it in his bag, now putting his shawl on. "But I would rather be me today. No crown can change who I am, can it?"

"Oh…I'd say you were still the same to me, even with the crown." Ruggie admitted.

"Oh? Why, thank you, Ruggie," Silver smiles and walks forward. "Come, we still have the whole day in front of us."

🌹

Amoré looked around at the town, watching people chat and dance together. It was a sight for someone who had never actually been to the village before.

"I can't believe I'm here," Amoré giggled. I've been begging for my aunts and uncles to take me here, but they always told me no."

"Hmph, I wonder why," Sebek groaned. You don't know how to handle yourself in a village entirely of humans."

"I don't.." Amoré mumbled, "That's why it's new to me. And I'm almost 18, and I can handle myself."

"Doubt it." Amoré huffs and walks to the center, ignoring Sebek's rant and banter about humans. He is confused by the looks many are giving him, some from confused to amazed, especially from young children.

"Why are they staring at me like that?" Amoré questioned, "I mean, I'm not particularly interesting."

"Your hair," Sebek answered. "It's the exact same hair color and shade as the queen's. A rare golden blonde and with eyes that are oddly aurora like."

"Well, my eye color is rare, but my hair? I don't see it." Amore shrugged. "I don't often see why people would stare. Again, I am not that particularly interesting to look at."

Sebek looked down, his thoughts rapidly claiming that Amore was, and only, the most beautiful human he had ever seen. But something was odd.

Sure, it might be because he was still a young knight, but his main objective was to find a pair of twins. One was described as having beautiful golden hair and purple eyes, which Amore's appearance perfectly matched.

'No,' Sebek thought, 'No way this human is one of the queen's sons. He was raised in the middle of the forest. How can he be here and not at the castle? Was he stolen at birth?'

"It's so lovely here," Amoré sighs. I don't know why, but I feel very welcome here." He looks over to see two little girls playing jump rope and can't help but smile at them. Then he looks up at the castle. "And that castle, it's stunning to look at."

"Well, it's nothing like The Mistress's Castle," Sebek scoffed, "But I guess it's fascinating to humans."

"Okay, I need to ask," Amoré looks at Sebek. "Other than the unfortunate event of your princess, what caused you to dislike humans so much? And I mean by you, not your grandfather."

"I thought we discussed that I shall never tell you." Sebek spoke.

"Well, I think it's too late for that, don't you think?" Amore chuckled.

"Humans are scared of us," Sebek explained. "We have magic that was in our blood since birth. They were jealous and tried to hunt them down for their magic. To take it away from us, to make us feel less than. It was already bad when The Mistress's got stolen because of how powerful they are."

"Oh," Amore sighed. "Well, if it means something, I…I do like the magic they present and seeing them so happy makes me ill at the thought of taking their magic."

"You went into the enchanted forest?"

"Only once, all because I got lost." Amore laughed. "Silver found me and helped me back home. But I never forgot."

"You..you haven't changed, haven't you?" Sebek lets out before covering his mouth in regret.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Amore questioned.

"Oh, well," Sebek gulped, but looking into Amore's eyes, he couldn't lie to him. "So, remember that lizard you took in? When you were 5?"

"Oh, you mean a crocodile, and his name was Ziggy," Amore spoke. "But how do you know that?"

"Well, what if, in some fate, I was Ziggy? And I remembered you ever since you returned me to my grandfather?"

Amore tilted his head before his eyes widened in realization. "You? Oh my flowers! You have his eyes…! But how did you get that small in the first place?"

"I was only 3, okay!?" Sebek blushed. "I learned how to transform into my animal form, but I was so confident that I didn't even remember to turn back. And then I got lost, and you found me."

"Oh, that was fate that brought us together, and they did it again." Amore giggled.

"That's why I seem to oddly clingy, hmm?"

"Oh, but that's alright." Amore giggled. "You were protective of me back then as well. I always thought it was cute."

Sebek huffed, being called cute.

"Oh, dear, am I interrupting something?" laughed an old woman.

"Oh, no," Amore shook his head and helped the women down on the fountain. "We were just having a conversation."

"Thank you, young man." She grinned. "You know, you look so much like the queen. Sorry if that's a repeated phrase, but I couldn't help myself. You know I was there for that christening years ago. Oh, how much fear happened that night."

"What happened?"

"The Queen gave birth to beautiful twins, but I'm afraid their names escape me. However, I do remember that they invited almost everyone. Even the Legendary Faes give their gifts to the younglings as they tend to. But, oh, not the Mistress. They didn't invite her, oh no. She was too afraid for everyone to be invited. But do you know that Fae consider that an insult?"

"Indeed I have," Sebek answered.

"Well, she and her grandson came unannounced. She then put a cruel curse on the twins for their ungratefulness. The twins disappeared after that and many had proclaimed them missing or dead, if you are a pessimist."

Amore and Sebek stared at each other as the old lady laughed.

"Thanks for the clarification, ma'am," Amore bowed and grabbed Sebek's hand. "We should get going and give you some peace."

"Oh, thank you. You listened to me, so I am now happy."

Amore nodded and walked away with Sebek.

"Well, I never felt so much creeps in my life," mumbled Amore, looking at Sebek. "But now I know why you guys are restless about those twins."

"Yeah, but I didn't know the extent of it. I always thought the twins were in the castle, as royalty tends to be."

"I know," Amore agreed, "But it was odd, knowing that the twins must've gone missing."

"Yes," Sebek simply said. "How about we meet up with the other. They must be waiting for us."

"Yeah, you're right."

Sebek nodded, still looking down at Amore. His heart ached for a human for the first time, but this was Amore, who was not like any human. He was a human whose life may be on a short time limit, considering the curse put upon him.

But how can he even tell Amore his theory? He didn't want to frighten the human.

Meanwhile, Amore was so lost in thought that he wasn't paying attention when he clashed with someone else.

"Ah, I'm sorry," stammered Amore. "I didn't…see you."

Amore paused as the figure turned around to look down; his green lizard-like eyes stared down at him, but not with anger. He was oddly calm, using a hand to pat Amore's head. Amore couldn't stop looking at the apparent shawl, trying to hide something on his head.

"You don't have to worry," the stranger laughed.

"P-prince Malleus?!" Sebek gasped.

"The Prince Malleus?" added Amore, still looking up at him.

"Oh, Sebek? I am surprised to see you among humans. I thought you loathed them like Baal. But I suppose I was wrong." Malleus teased. "And who is this lovely human?"

"I am Amore, your highness."

"Such a beautiful name," Malleus complimented.

"Why, thank you."

"What are you doing here, my liege?" Sebek asked. "The Mistress has you on strict rules for you to never leave the castle."

"Well, I am here on a stroll, looking for something," Malleus answered. "You two might help me. If you do not mind, that is."

Amore hesitated, trying to trust Malleus. He knew he was a fae; the eyes were a giveaway. And he also knew that Malleus was the unfortunate grandson of that Mistress, but what if he was tricking him?

Malleus noticed and sadly sighed.

"Oh, I understand," Malleus said softly. My grandmother is an awful fae with no sense of guilt for her actions. I apologize on her behalf, and I know I cannot change her actions. I am also aware that simply apologizing does not fix everything, but I can try."

Amore smiled, "I know."

"But who are you looking for, my liege?"

"A silver-haired boy," Malleus explained.

"We were just going to meet him," Amore spoke, interrupting Malleus. "Oh, sorry, but when you say silver-haired, that was a massive giveaway."

"I'm glad you know who I am talking about." Malleus laughed as Amore led the way.

"Does he know?" Malleus questioned, looking down at Sebek. "About his origins?"

"No, my liege," Sebek answered. "He's none the wiser. But I do not want him to know."

"You and I both, Sebek," Malleus lamented. "Sebek, I have a request for you."

"Yes?"

"Protect him. Once that day comes, please protect him, and keep him safe from anyone who would try to find him." Malleus requested.

"I will," Sebek nodded, bowing his head.

⚔️

"Where are they?" Ruggie questioned, "I expected this from Amoré, but from that crazy fae guard? Hmm, I thought he would be in time."

"Hmm, maybe they got distracted? Well, maybe Amoré?" Silver looked around the village and watched some children dance. "And besides, what's wrong with just the two of us here?"

"Heh, you have a point. So, how was it?" Ruggie asked, "Your day at the village?"

"It's amazing," Silver answered, "especially with you, Ruggie. You are a great guide to be with. You have shown me stuff that I have never seen before in my life."

Ruggie's ears twitched in surprise, but he let out the cheekiest grin. "Of course, I'm a great guide. I've lived here most of my life, so I know some nooks and crannies."

"Knowing the best donuts are nooks and crannies?" Silver teased.

"H-hey! I just know which are flavorful." Ruggie stammered, "Come on, cut me some slack here."

Silver laughs, "Your grandma's right. You can't take a joke." Ruggie huffs in embarrassment. "It's just a shame you can't be at my birthday." Silver spoke.

"I know," Ruggie sighs, "I have a massive duty at the castle and they want everyone there. I tried to get out of it but I've been given some harsh words trying to."

"Ruggie, it's okay," Silver reassures him, "You already told me and you gave me the biggest gift of just being with you and everyone else." Silver takes Ruggie's hand and rests his head on his shoulder, slowly drifting off.

"Already dozing off?" Ruggie chuckled. Silver releases a soft snore in response, leaving Ruggie with no idea if it was intentional. Ruggie looks at the children again, but now they are staring at Silver. He tried to ignore them, but how could you ignore big eyes staring?

"You kids need something?" Ruggie asked.

The kids shook their heads and walked away.

Ruggie rolled his eyes and looked back at Silver, resting peacefully. He could sneak out to see him. No one would notice, right?

He was lucky that Amoré and Sebek came back, but a considerable, mysterious figure behind them almost made Ruggie draw out his sword, but Amore stopped him.

"Wait-! He's a friend!" Amoré called out.

"Then Who is he?"

"He is Prince Malleus, and how are you almost attacking him!?" Sebek lectured.

"That's the prince you were talking about?" Ruggie questioned.

"Yes, I am," Malleus managed to laugh. "I am pleased to see that you are protective of Silver."

"Oh, you're Silver's friend," Ruggie sighed. "Yeah, I should've seen that coming. He has told me about you."

"Glad we can be acquainted then."

Malleus then notices Silver, still sleeping against Ruggie, not disturbed by the sound around him. He smiles and begins to carry him in his arms, smiling.

"Hmm, still such a sleepy human, Silver," He whispered, then turned to the others. "Come. We should be heading back. Your guardians should be worried about you."

"I can escort Amore back to his cottage," Sebek offered. "I know where he resides."

"A creepy way to say you know where he lives," Ruggie added.

They all started to walk out of the village, and Amore started some conservation.

"Aw, I can't believe this day is over," Amore moped. "Even Silver was tucked out after everything."

"Oh, he does tend to be a sleepy fellow," Malleus spoke, "Even at a young age, if he was tired, he'll take a nap, even stranding up. I think it's a little quirk of his."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Amore hummed.

They continued until they had to take separate paths, considering how far each cottage was. Amore waved at them before he and Sebek departed towards his path.

⚔️

"Look at him," Lilla cooed, watching Malleus set Silver on his bed. "Oh, I am delighted to hear that you made sure he was safe, Ruggie."

"It wasn't much," Ruggie smiled. "It's the least I can for him for his birthday, considering I won't be attending."

"Ugh, being a knight does that," Lilia complained, leading them downstairs. "They make you are always on duty."

"It's frustrating."

"I'm sorry, Ruggie," Lilia emphasized.

"Eh, it's alright. I plan to sneak out anyways." Ruggie grinned, making Lilia laugh.

They laughed before leading Ruggie to the door and light for easier access.

"Hopes and prayers," Lilia laughed.

"Yep, hope I can see you tomorrow."

Lilia waved as Ruggie left, happy his son had someone like him. He did hope that Ruggie could be there tomorrow, just for Silver.

🌹

"Thank you for walking me home," Amore said to Sebek. I had so much fun in the village. It's such a dream come true to be there, but what I didn't expect was to do so with a new friend."

Sebek kept his composure but smiled at Amore's happiness.

"I'm glad that I can be that friend," Sebek remarked. And I still need to thank you for saving me from the hole." He looked flustered while saying so, and Amore just couldn't help but find it adorable.

"You are welcome." Amore laughs and walks towards his cottage, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Amore."

Amore walks towards his cottage, but before he does, he runs over to Sebek and kisses his cheek, grinning. "Please come by on my birthday. I would be happy to see you there."

Sebek only stopped in surprise and answered with a nod, letting Amore leave once again. Once alone, Sebek touched his cheek where Amore had kissed him, and with a shy smile, Sebek began to walk off back to the fae village.

He didn't know what to think about this day but was happy. It was an odd emotion he felt, but he welcomed that feeling.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #twst silver #ruggie bucchi #sebek zigvolt #amore delia #sebek x oc #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #a rose sword #original characters #sleeping beauty au #sleeping beauty #original works

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erabundus · 1 year ago

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kazuha hasn't heard from ren for a few hours and their apartment was sickly quite. if you would drop a pencil it might echo through the space with how quiet it was... almost as if nobody was home.

kazuha himself was home all day being swallowed up with work and recording things for his little side job. but upon noticing that his boyfriend hasn't come out of his room for a while he started to get a little bit worried, so he grabbed his phone and shot a quick message to see if he was in his room.

𝗸𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮. are you in your room? 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 yes

three letters.. short but direct. kazuha put on his glasses and messily tied up his hair to quickly make two cups of hot tea. in two frog mugs. as he reached ren's bedroom door he wanted to knock... but stopped for a second.. trying to listen if he was busy.. but no sound.. absolutely nothing.. he set both mugs on the ground in front of the door and he decided to take a seat himself facing the door still giving his boyfriend the space he might need.

❛ ren... i'm here for you if you need me.. ❜

he isn't sure how long it's been since the exchange with kazuha. he barely remembers even speaking with him at all — his fingers simply moved, tapping out those three simple letters as if by instinct alone. the streamer's mind is a flood of static and tar, pulling him deeper, deeper, deeper into a thick pool of emptiness. ren can only stare at the same spot on the ceiling; it's like nothing has changed. ( only arguably, it's worse. now he remembers what it's like to have so much worth losing. ) it's gotten awfully dark in his room, but the lights from his monitors and assorted décor cast it in a medley of strange hues. too bright, too pigmented, too artificial to be real. he doesn't care to turn them off. he doesn't care to do anything. he's tired, so tired he feels it like an ACHE in his bones, but he can't sleep.

i'm here for you if you need me. and somehow, that gentle voice manages to cut through the STATIC in his head. ren blinks, head sluggishly turning to allow indigo gaze to settle on the door instead. for a moment, he entertains the thought of staying silent; speaking feels like too much work. ( so tired. so tired. so tired. ) yet ultimately, he decides it's his own fault for answering his roommate's message to begin with.

there's the creak of a mattress. the soft plodding of footsteps across a carpeted floor. then, the faint THUMP as a body settles against the wall. ( somewhere next to the door, if the sound serves as any indication. ) ren pulls his knees to his chest and rests his chin on top of them. there is guilt pooling on his tongue like HONEY — thick and nauseating. kazuha is worried. why else would he be there? yet that kindhearted concern only serves as another tally, another sin, another scrap of evidence against the worth of ren's existence. he's caused him no shortage of dismay, after all. no doubt kazuha could do better than a boyfriend who can't even announce their relationship publicly without risking next month's rent. eyes trail up to the doorknob as he tries to think of what he could possibly say. should he open the door? his heart seems to stutter and skip at the thought — like the world beyond this tiny scrap of safety and stasis is something to be treated with trepidation. no. no, he doesn't think he will.

❝ four years ago ... ❞ ren finally speaks. his voice sounds raspy and brittle. ❝ four years ago, when the village ... ❞ does he have to say it? ❝ for a very long time after the fact, i couldn't bring myself to leave the apartment ... and on the rare occasions i did, it wasn't without feeling sick to my stomach. ❞ a faint shudder runs through slender frame, and he continues, ❝ i'm getting that impulse again, and frankly ... i think i would be doing everyone a favor if i listened to it. ❞

#momijiba #𝟎𝟏𝟕 : 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘺. ◟ v. modern .◝#( IN THIS APARTMENT WE LOVE KAZUHA )

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tinycutestuffsnz · 2 years ago

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Kia Ora,

I am beyond thrilled to introduce my latest collection of miniature tea party earrings that I've poured my heart and soul into creating. As a tea and biscuit enthusiast myself, I know the magic that comes with these classic combinations, and I've tried to capture it in every piece of this collection.

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nathank77 · 1 month ago

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9/28/24

4:05 p.m

I'm hiding in my room. I've gotten the chills a few times away from Riley. Maybe I got what skye has... idk..

I had a strange dream, where I could turn into a black dragon and fly. I could also turn back into me. I didn't know what color dragon I was and I asked whoever I was with.. idk who it was but other people I was with could turn into dragons too. But I was a black dragon and I could fly.

Idk what the fuck it meant. All I know is I smell shit and I can't live like this anymore. I got to visit my mom soon. I'm going to use Mouthwash cause I fell asleep easily. I got tired before Mouthwash and I was like yea right you're not going to pass out and then I did.. so I'm making up for it today.

My mom wants to rehome her bc of her whole house smelling like shit and shit being everywhere.... my sister wants to crate train her.

I got to leave and see my mother soon but I'm not locking her in a crate what if she snaps at me. I just wanted a little dog... or no dog.. no dog bc I can't give a dog a good life...

I never wanted to own a big dog. They can fuck you up. I will never want a big dog. I don't want one. I'll never want one. I want a tiny little tea cup chihuahua when I'm ready.

I cleaned up the chemical cabinet and used a spoon to close the cabinet door and keep it closed... Riley was actually trying to push the spoon out of the door.....

Idk what to do. I wanted to use these next couple weeks to go to prime house one of these days and try to meet people...

I also want to help my mother if they ever let her come home and get her appts scheduled and I want all this shit cleaned up.

It's unacceptable that i have to live in this. I don't want a dog. I want a baby. When I'm ready... aka after I work through all my ocd... in small baby steps and I want a small dog eventually that I can take care of easily.

I think my dream was repressed anger... I'm mad and I want to scream at everyone for leaving me in this situation. I can't even walk out of my room without fear.

I mean beyond all this. I can't even mop my floor... why? Well for one I'd be smearing shit around... for Two my mother never put finish on my floor so everytime I've mopped it I lose paint... but if Riley ever leaves imma mop it cause I know i tracked shit in here....

Also I still got to wash those shit pants but my mother's blankets are all in the fucking laundry machines and everything is poop. I got to fucking bleach washer. Then wash the shit pants with the poison ivy gloves and pants in burning hot water twice. Then I got to bleach the tub again so I can wash my regular clothes and my bedding. I want to wash everything and get Riley and all this shit off of me.

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meltotheany · 4 months ago

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Goodreads | Amazon US | B&N | Blackwell’s | Bookshop “And when the Empire is weak, it is often because a powerful few have denied us the abundance of our people.” if you’re looking for a fantasy murder mystery that has a sherlock and watson dynamic, with a setting that feels like you were dropping into attack on titans, with themes of systemic injustice, and discussions on classism, with a story that follows a queer mc with a learning disability… well, i am here to tell you to please look no further in this world, the land is separated by rings, and those rings are walls that are constantly being reinforced to keep leviathans out and the people safe. especially the outermost wall, that is also constantly being manned by a military force. also in this world, people are able to get magical augmentations that enhance abilities – and there is a vast range of different augmentations from strength, to sight, or even memory. this land, these augmentations, and different sorts of technological advancements are constantly changing and evolving because of the flora and the importance of the array of plant life on this land. also, this story takes place right on the cusp of the wet season, where the land is less forgiving, alongside the leviathans trying to breach the walls. and if the leviathans do reach the shores, their blood and bodies have a very strange effect on the land and can make a place completely uninhabitable. and lastly, a murder rather unusual, involving the flora in this world, just happened and no one has any clues as to why or how, but the empire needs it solved before the wet season officially hits. this story follows an assistant to a detective, named dim, who is an engraver, which means he has an enhancement that allows him to remember everything he is seeing, and relay it back to his detective with 100% accuracy and certainty. this is because of an augmentation that he has, and he is able to extra anchor the memories with a vial of a fragrance he is able to tie the experience to. and truly, him exploring all of these places, and manors, and crime scenes, and attaching all of these clues to scent, was one of my favorite parts of this book. but the detective herself? oh, ana is the best character i’ve read in years! truly a new favorite for me! ana is a bit of a mystery herself throughout the book, so i don’t want to say too much, but she seems to be banished to the outer ring, but she needed a new assistant for a murder mystery in which she is very much needed to solve. and together we watch din and her work together and try to find the murderer(s), while more and more mystery ensues. this was just a really fresh story, and something that really pushed the bounds of both fantasy and mystery genres. yet, also combining both and making a really beautiful and harmonious experience for readers. this felt different to read, and special to consume, and it really surpassed absolutely every expectation i had prior to purchasing this book at b&n because i love the trend of covers being printed directly on hardcovers with no dust jackets. “Born into systems beyond our control, into relationships and organizations that obligate us to change, all so our families may prosper… That’s what the empire is, isn’t it?” to me, this story really also discusses themes of classism and social injustice, where the rich colonizers get to live in safety in the most inner walls, while also having the money to protect themselves from any and all things. while the essential workers who are trying to make all the walls and land a safer and better place are forced to work and live in unsafe conditions. and while people from impoverished communities are forced to give everything they have, in hopes that something will make it back to their families so they will be able to live a tiny bit of a better life. (please know, there is a lot more i want to say, but i won’t because of spoilers – but i really loved some of the themes and thoughts that i felt like were presented within this story!!) “If you ...

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beedreamscape · 1 year ago

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The Locked Tomb AU

Laerryn the First, Saint of Love, Fourth Saint to Serve the King Undying.

Patia the First, Saint of ___, Seventh Saint to Serve the King Undying

Zerxus Ogdoad Cavalier Primary

"I've become the emperor's mouth, his herald you could say."

"That's an ironic title."

"Plenty of ironies in war."

"I wouldn't flaunt that title around if I were you. You wouldn't believe where the emperor's mouth been."

"You would know."

"So would you," she says with an of a question yet not fully committing.

"I've been here only seven? eight? years of the Emperor's stay at the Erebos. He makes sure I'm always busy. But... rumors fly when you're enclosed in a station such a this. I hope I come out as ungrateful but I often miss life back in the house."

"Our latest saint hails from the house of the third. Ianthe the First, Princess of Ida."

I've met the Princess. I'm only familiar with her parents, she was far from born when I left the third.

No country for old men.

I'm sorry.

Something J-- the Emperor says.

Any from the fourth?

Died by Cytherea's hands I'm afraid.

The Saint of Hope?

Haven't you heard of what happened?

Of the massacre yes, not many details beyond it.

Don't dare open your mouth about it to anyone else, you hear me?

Alright! I won't dare.

Lest you wanna face the King Undying's fury... I had no idea he hadn't disclosed this...

I understand why he wouldn't, it doesn't paint him in the best light to have one of his fists turn against him.

Of course. Now, done with it. And if that little comment was an attempt to harm my ego, know I'm a member of the First House first and foremost.

Yes, yes.

John comes from a corner, cape flowing over his shoulders behind him. "There you are, my sacred hand!"

"My Kindly Prince," says Loquatius with bow much more gracious and subtle than that of the other cohort members. He never bent too far, never took anything too seriously, never kissed the Kindly Arse.

And for that John looks grateful, at least from what his face gives.

"Loquatius, how pleasant! I haven't seen you in weeks."

"I was sent to the 9th base with Captain Linton to gather reports. They're moving quickly."

"Yes, yes." He drums the tablet in his arms with his nails. "I'm yet to read through those," he turns sharply towards Laerryn, "I've been rudely interrupted."

She gives a tiny smirk. "Her approach might be direct but I promised I'd back her up after you left again."

He puffs. "Joy doesn't need backing up to do whatever she pleases."

"Which is exactly why I do it anyway. You can't say she isn't effective."

"She's always effective."

He cups a hand over Loquatius cheek, the place he healed with his own hands and spit into a seamless continuation. Seamless were it not for the discoloration, like a stroke of white paint was brushed over one quarter of his face --- blank pupils, bone white skin, cloud white hair. He'd resemble a younger Augustine was not for it.

He smiles at his emperor. "My lord."

"You're valuable, Loquatius, never forget that."

"Yes, thank you."

Just as swiftly he retrieves and wraps an arm around Laerryn's waist, pulling her away.

"Come on, let's go before M causes a ruckus."

"Mercy! I'm always more concerned about you."

She's quite the steady thing.

And Laerryn sighs audibly paired with an orbital eyeroll.

Isn't the Erebos up to your standards?

Stop referencing the space station as a person.

I'll refer the Erebos as I please.

And why she? Does its structure refer any femininity? Does it look breedable?

I know you lost all sense of reverence five thousand years ago---

Before that.

---but I still, I expect your respect before my subjects.

Loquatius knows my attitude towards you, it'd be stranger if I were to act all reverential and lovey dovey.

Laerryn, he speaks.

He doesn't speak about me. And he knows better than to taint your reputation.

Yet you don't. You are my hand, my gestures before the Cohort, the Nine Houses, and me.

I know exactly what's my position as your hand and jerking you off isn't one of them.

What is it with you? You're acting abnormally indecent.

It's the energy I've gathered from this place.

Are you jealous?

She makes a noise that would've sound a lot more natural coming from Mercymorn's mouth.

Jealousy. You could've spent another one hundred full years fucking the entire fleet twice and once more for all I care, but we've been waiting for you over the river and it's growing stale and lonely and dangerous.

Breathe, dear.

I forgot something.

Three decades of running frrom number seven and now our line of defense has grown thin.

That's what I've been preparing Harrow and Ianthe for.

I'll have to teach half a myriad worth of knowledge into months.

I don't know anyone more capable of it.

Laerryn!

I'll be back in a blink.

Her steps are quick but as soon as she's out of view she runs, careless of any eyes watching. All she needs to do is follow the beat of his heart, the slide of muscle and pericardium, the hum his soul produces inside the sponged core of his bones, the mechanics of his every move, the warmth of his necromancy.

He's on the corridors still when she finds him. He freezes in place, his only gesture that of opening his arms as she runs to him and collapses against his chest.

The kiss is desperately quick, trying to quench in 30 seconds the thirst of a whole decade, a whole century, a lifetime. He holds her very very tightly as if he could merge their bodies into one concision, make her stay at least once, at least a little while longer, and she holds his face as if she could pull his head right off his spine --- and he knows she can with the right pull and the right angle.

He's that confident in her abilities, he's that confident she won't stay.

She rests her forehead on his for the briefest moment before one last kiss and steps away.

"See you... someday."

"Someday, my saint." He takes her hands carefully, his are shaking. He kisses both of her knuckles. "Don't die."

"I'll try. Been doing it for a myriad."

"I'll be waiting for you."

She nods and turns away.

Without turning towards her, the Emperor says: "I can feel your heart racing."

She sighs. "I know."

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lavendertales · 3 years ago

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I have a request for any of Pedro Pascal's characters if possible. It can be a drabble or headcanon for them. What would they be like kissing their S/O's inner thigh stretch marks before and after giving them oral? I have stretch marks on my inner thighs myself and there's something about reading in fics of a partner kissing them or commenting that they're beautiful whether during sex or in any general situation has helped me embrace them as I've gotten older.

Oh I love this! I totally hear you on the stretch mark, love, I got 'em too. And I feel like Frankie would be so wonderful for this situation.

let me - Frankie Morales x f!reader**

word count: 841

WARNINGS: softness, cunnilingus, established relationship. 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!

You’ve been with the man plenty of times before. You knew every inch of his body just as he knew yours and yet, each time it felt like the first. Rough and needy or tender and sweet, pleasure was there to be found each time.

Yet tonight, nervousness seeps through your pores as an innocent kiss turns heated and you find yourself trapped beneath Frankie’s body, eagerly grinding onto you. On instinct, your legs are spread open enough to leave room for his thigh to wiggle in between them, teasing you.

You can’t really explain what drives you to break the kiss and put the whole thing on hold. It’s one of those days when you just feel overly self-conscious and the heated the moment, the more you know where things are headed, a tiny, dark voice at the back of your mind reinforcing your idea that tonight is not the night for the usual shenanigans.

“Frankie, uh… I don’t think I’m up for this.”

“Are you okay?”

He lifts his head, inspecting your face carefully.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I do want this, but… having a weird day today.”

Frankie knows what you mean. He is no stranger to your relationship with your body and respects your boundaries. He helps you stand up, hand reaching to cup your cheek.

“Then we watch a movie or something,” he says, smiling at you.

“Babe…”

“How many times have we had this conversation? If one of us is not up for it, regardless of the reason, we don’t do anything. It’s simple.”

He’s right. It’s simple. It should be. Except right now, in your head, it’s all scrambled and debilitating the more you dwell on it.

So you decide to be honest with him and tell him exactly how it feels, regardless of how it sounds.

“I caught a glimpse today of my stretch marks and… I’m okay with them, they don’t really bother me as they used to. But the more I stared, the more it reminded me that they’ll always be there, a scar of… shame of some sort.”

Frankie takes your hands in his, rubbing them together gently. “They’re not scars of shame. It’s something natural that so many people have.”

“I know. It kinda dilutes the confidence sometimes, to be honest.”

“That’s why you’ve been feeling this way today?”

“Yeah. I know it’s silly.”

“It’s not.”

Frankie is beyond good at reassurance and support, and his kindness, as much as it takes you aback, it fills your heart with appreciation and gratitude. He gives you the space and time you need, and this, in a surprising turn of events, marks a return of the previous heat.

“Like I said, we can watch a bad movie and make fun of it,” he says, and you actually giggle.

You then lean in to kiss him. And you kiss him until he’s atop of you again, grinding onto you. One leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him in. Being with someone so open-minded and emotionally supportive is growing your confidence tenfold and it’s making you flustered, excited to have someone as wonderful be so crazy about you.

His kisses travel down your neck, softly massaging your breasts as his mouth travels further down, all the way to your stomach. You gold a gasp as he spreads your legs to his convenience, soft, strong hands grazing over the pesky marks stretching on your inner thighs.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Not much you can tell him when you feel his soft lips over the marks, taking his precious time kissing the trail they left. You gasp, over and over again, Frankie’s lips never abandoning your inner thighs, not even when his fingers grab the hem of your panties and drag them down your ankles, providing him access to your most sensitive area.

“So gorgeous… all mine and so, so gorgeous.”

You don’t think of anything else when he kisses your clit, tongue dipping carefully between your folds. Your fingers get entangled in his curls, tugging once in a while as the motions heat up your belly more and more to the point where the simplest touch fails to sate the desire sparked within.

Frankie laps at your folds, diligently and tenderly, never failing to reach that special spot inside of you that triggers you to mutter his name on a loop, your fingers to tug on his hair and your body to tense under his touch.

It’s the way he’s sweet and caring yet so determined and nearly dying to please you, to make sure you’re satisfied and as happy as possible.

He presses kisses on your thighs again, eyes darting to yours once in a while as if to receive permission, or perhaps a reassurance of his own.

“You’re wonderful, you know that?” you tell him, now playing with his hair.

“And you are absolutely – stunning,” he finishes with difficulty, peppering kisses all over your skin still. “Never think otherwise.”

“I’ll try my best. But I’ll sure remember thanks to you.”

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blipblooopp · 3 years ago

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Let It Be Me

Summary: Choi San is many things. The most talented man you have ever seen. Be it on the dance floor or in front of a mic during a gig. He was the kindest person, always holding the door for the people behind him, helping the elderly carry things, even paying for strangers randomly. He got along famously with your parents and even better with your grandparents. He was charming like that, capturing the attention of anyone and everyone who even looked his way. He’s the love of your life, you’re sure of it but he’s also your best friend. Pairing: Boy Band AU!Choi San x F!Reader Words: 5.6k Genre: Angst/Smut

You’ve heard of a thing called platonic soulmates but it’s taken you years and years of watching Choi San grow to realize you weren’t. Well, you hoped you weren’t. Everything about him made your body erupt into a fire.

San looked at everything with adoration, finding all the good in life, including you. It was a double-edged sword, really. It made you feel special… important. But you could barely concentrate when his eyes were on you.

It didn’t help that he was gifted in pretty much everything; it made you nervous beyond belief. He’s pretty much perfect and as much as you wanted to be with him, you knew the odds of him liking you back were slim to none.

You’ve come to terms with it for the most part. It hurt to see him flirt with girls in front of you, hurt even worse when he started dating this awful girl named Areum. She didn’t give a fuck about him, actually. She barely responded to his calls and texts, going as far as blocking him one time. They fought nonstop. Every time you two hung out, San had a new dilemma to talk about. For some reason, San wouldn’t break up with her.

You had asked him after a night of you two getting drunk together, after another night of listening to his relationship problems. He laughed dryly, taking another sip of his beer, “I love her so much.”

Apparently, it was his “slow-motion” moment. He and his band had been wrapping up the night with their last song, soaking up every second they could have. Halfway through the song, San had noticed Areum in the front row. You were there too so you noticed the look on his face. A look you had never seen him make before. It basically tore your heart out when he told you that he couldn’t get “that beautiful girl” out of his head. She ended up becoming a dedicated face in the crowd so San asked her out.

You would’ve thought they were soulmates from the way they looked in the beginning. Lord only knows how they got to this point. How you got to this point, with San crying in your lap.

It was 10:00 pm when someone started banging on your door. You were enjoying a cup of coffee but you almost had a heart attack at that moment. You opened the door with shaking hands, hoping that whatever killer was on the side wasn’t actually a killer. Instead, you saw your best friend, with swollen red eyes, sniffling.

“Oh my god, San! You scared— what’s wrong?” You immediately dragged him in, locking the door behind you. He sniffled again as he slumped into your couch. You took a seat next to him and took his hand in yours. “Was it another fight?” You knew it wasn’t. In all the fights you had heard, San never cried.

“She was cheating on me… this whole time.” He hiccuped as he talked.

“That bitch.” You said under your breath. You held onto his hand a little tighter, trying to contain your anger.

“I went to her house tonight because she wasn’t responding to me again. I wanted to talk it out with her but she opened her front door in her underwear with some motherfucker sitting on her couch!” Although you had many words to say with Areum, you were speechless in front of San. What were you supposed to say? All you could do was scoot back on the couch and guide San's head onto a pillow in your lap.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, “You can cry for as long as you want.”

And cry he did.

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The next morning was hard. You woke up on your couch sitting up-right with a terrible case of stiff-neck. That’s not the only reason it was hard. No, it was worse seeing San still laying on your lap. He was wide-awake, dark eye bags contrasting against his face. His eyes stared deep into the ceiling.

“What’re you thinking about, Sannie?” You started to run your fingers through his hair again and watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his body instantly relaxing.

His eyes opened again, “Why didn’t she love me?” You couldn’t respond, not that he let you. “I knew we weren’t perfect, knew she wasn’t perfect… but we always made it through the end of the day. I can’t believe she would do this to me.”

“It’s her loss.” You finally said. “You don’t need her anyway. It was her decision to cheat and you had nothing to do with it.”

San didn’t say anything after that, just continued to stare at your ceiling.

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The first few weeks were the hardest for sure. San had spent most of them at your place, barely leaving even for band practice. When he did practice with the guys he would leave early, only strumming a few chords on his guitar before deciding that it reminded him too much of Areum.

“He’s been really out of it.” Yunho, the bassist commented one time. San hadn’t even played that day. He just sat in the corner for an hour. You stayed behind for a few minutes and told San to wait in the car. You wanted to catch up with the other band members.

“Can you blame him? That bitch was… well, a bitch.” Wooyoung shot back, setting his drum sticks down.

“How has he been holding up?” Hongjoong asked.

You scoffed, “Have you seen the man? I don’t even think San’s there anymore! God, if I see her, it’s on sight!”

You did your best to help him through those weeks. You had been through a few hard breakups in the past so you understood that the early stages were the worst. You even used up all of your sick time to stay home with him. You had never seen him this gloomy. At one point, he went through five pints of ice cream in three days.

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It took three months for San to be even remotely okay. He started going to practice more and this time, he actually played. You couldn't say you were surprised. San loved playing with the band and you knew it was probably the only thing that would bring him out of his funk.

"You look good, man!" Hongjoong slapped his hand on San's back playfully and for the first time in months, San had his usual dimpled smile.

"I feel good." He replied, setting down his guitar and taking a seat next to you on the beat-up couch. "It's thanks to you, y/n"

Your eyes widened. "Me?"

He nodded. "You stayed up with me, didn't go to work, even made me breakfast when you knew I didn't have the energy to get off your couch."

You couldn't lie; your heart was racing. All you could do was stare back into his eyes with a goofy smile painted on your face. San put his hand on your thigh, skinship being normal between you two, especially within these past months.

Your friendship remained just that, a friendship, for the next month. You were okay with this, though. At least you had a small sliver of hope now that he was single. That tiny bit of hope that he'd love you back was able to tide you over.

Until one night.

San had come over for your weekly movie nights, an event you had been doing since high school but stopped doing because his ex got jealous easily. You tried calming your nerves as you sat next to each other, his arm wrapped around you.

You were so close you could smell his cologne. It was intoxicating. Maybe it was the fact that he was newly single now, filling up your thoughts even more recently, but his entire presence was overwhelming tonight.

“You alright, beautiful?” Since San was single now, his usual playful flirty side was coming out again. Just like everything else about him, you had a love-hate relationship with it. It doesn't mean anything. You had to remind yourself. He talked like this with everyone, especially when he wanted to get a rise out of his bandmates.

You gulped when you looked up at him. How could a man have this effect on you? You would think that after years of unrequited love, you'd be able to at least contain yourself. “Yeah.”

San gave you a dimpled smile, shifting his gaze to a piece of your hair, moving it behind your ear. Your mouth parts, probably to say something but you can't be too sure right now. If someone walked in, they would think you guys are about to kiss. Maybe you are... you want to kiss him.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you slowly lean forward, keeping your eyes on his lips. They look too good not to look at but you're also scared of seeing the look in his eyes, the potential disgust that might be taking over at the thought of your lips touching his.

Everything is moving in slow motion. From your hand caressing his cheek to the moment your lips make contact. He's stiff against you and you can only imagine that it's because he's uncomfortable. You start to pull away, dreading the awkward conversation you're about to have but San is quick. His hand grips your thigh and he's kissing you back with fervor.

Your head is spinning, Is this really happening? These sparks you're feeling all over your body, does he feel the same way? You push away any thoughts you're having, trying to focus on keeping up with San. You needed to enjoy this moment. Without realizing it, you swing your leg and straddle San's lap. He groans underneath you but before you can question it, he's giving you a reassuring squeeze on your waist.

You don't want to take the initiative of going further, but man, your hands are burning to touch his bare skin. Your hands, instead, rest on his shoulders, gripping and releasing every few seconds. As if he was reading your mind, San's hands move to the hem of your shirt and for the first time, you break the kiss.

The second your shirt passes your head, San's moving to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking to leave hickies that are sure to last a whole week. You're breathless, taking this as a sign to take off San's shirt. Your hands are all over each other, San's going from your cheek to unbuttoning your jeans, your fingers feeling his abs contract under your touch.

It feels like a flash. San suddenly laying you down on your bed, both of your clothes littered behind you on the floor, his lips still on your neck. It's only when he's about to insert himself does he stop and look at you with dark eyes. He doesn't give you enough time to question it, pushing himself inside you. You both gasp at the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He grips your hip with one hand, the other holding the headboard like his life depends on it. He feels like he'll burst any second.

You're right there with him though, the mere feelings of this moment making you sensitive. "You're just big. Holy shit!"

It takes him a second, taking a moment to give both of you a moment to adjust before he moves inside you. You can't contain the sounds coming out of you as he hits all the right spots with ease. You couldn't have pegged San to have this big of a dick, yet here he was.

Before you can realize it, your hands are finding purchase on his back and your nails are sinking into his skin. He hisses above you but his thrusts get harsher and the moaning in your ear doesn't get any quieter.

"You feel so good... so warm and tight for me." He's practically whimpering into your neck. You try to keep your cool, trying not to cum so fast but he's hitting that spot inside you with ease.

Your nails dig into him deeper, "S-san," You stutter out. "Close... so close."

"I know... but you gotta wait for me. Can you do that?" His thrusts get faster and deeper, you don't even comprehend his words properly.

"Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Be a good girl for me?" He's using both hands to clench onto the headboard now, the force making it harder to not cum. You just nod and wrap your legs around his waist. San is drilling into you with so much force and he's hoping that the bed isn't going to break. After a few more thrusts, he starts to get sloppy, and your vision's crossing.

"Alright, beautiful. Cum for me." He grunts out, trying not to cum at the feeling of you clenching around him. You finally let the waves of pleasure course through you, seeing stars. If you were lucid, you most definitely would have been embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth and your pussy.

With a loud sigh, San pulls out of you and releases onto your stomach. Almost immediately, he’s up and cleaning you, you’re body’s too tired to do anything but lay there. You’re surprised, because instead of leaving, San lays next to you, even going as far as pulling you close to him.

You have so much on your mind but you're too tired now.

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This goes on for weeks. Sometimes you would hang out. Sometimes do other things. Everything happened so fast. The friendship that you held so dear had become a muddled mess of lust and confusion. You obviously still had feelings for San but you had no idea where he stood.

You'd never even talked about the first time you guys had sex. When you woke up he was gone and when you saw each other again, he acted like nothing had happened. You didn't want to be that clingy girl who expected a relationship so you never brought it up. Now you're in this endless cycle of sleeping with each other and never addressing the elephant in the room.

What didn't help was how San was acting differently. He was much more touchy with you, always having to touch you in some way whenever you were together. His hand on your thigh, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, he did it all. Before the incident, you would have considered him touchy but that's nothing compared to him now.

Your hangouts started to become more elaborate as well. You guys were actually going out to movies instead of watching Netflix at your house. Small coffee shop hangouts started becoming intimate dinners. It was like you guys were dating. These dates gave you hope that he would eventually open up and ask you out properly but you didn't want to force it out of him. So, you just decided to go with whatever he wanted.

"Let's go ice-skating." The handsome man suggested his left-hand steering and his right hand on your thigh.

"You know I can't ice-skate." You deadpan, getting distracted by your fingers playing with his.

He glances at you with a honey-sweet smile before bringing his eyes back to the road. "I can teach you, ya know."

"Please, you just want to see me fall so you can laugh at me."

"That too."

San taught you how to ice-skate for maybe ten minutes. After that, he decided that it would be best to let you learn through trial and error.

"San, I'm literally gonna fall on my face!" You cried, your legs shaking as you attempted to walk on the ice.

"You're doing great. Just try skating to me." He held out his hand for you. Every time you got even remotely close to him, however, he would slowly start backing up. You were struggling around the rink but he made sure to sprinkle in encouragements so you wouldn't be too mad at him.

Just when you thought you were doing good, you got too cocky and propelled yourself towards San, wanting so desperately to close that gap. Your feet weren't pointed straight enough causing your left skate to hit your right, tripping you onto the ice.

"Holy shit, y/n! Are you alright?" San appears in front of you with seconds. Helping you up with ease. Your knees ache and you could feel the bruise forming on your hip.

“Did you not see me eat shit?” You bark out, now gripping his arm for dead life.

“I did but it’s always polite to ask.” You slap his arm playfully as he guides you off the ice and onto the benches. “Are you actually okay?”

You shook your head and pouted like a child. San chuckled to himself, seeing right through you. Instead of saying anything, he pecked your lips innocently and took a seat next to you. It was the first time he’s kissed you in public which only confused you further. Is he doing this on purpose? You really had to ask him.

You’re too lost in your thoughts to see San staring at you. It’s not until he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face that you’re snapped out of your thoughts. You jolt slightly and hum at him in response. He just shakes his head and returns his gaze to the people skating.

It was your turn to stare at him, to memorize his features for the nth time. He’s just as beautiful as he was two seconds ago and the butterflies are still strong. You open your mouth to question him about your relationship, finally building up the courage just when…—

“San? Is that you?” You freeze. Her, you think. That manipulative bitch.

“Areum?” San stands as if he’s been caught doing something bad like a child. She offers him a warm smile, completely disregarding you as always. You feel like you did during the concert. His eyes are no longer on you… but trained on her. You feel that distance he created on the ice growing bigger and bigger.

“What’re you doing here?” The man asks, still shocked to see her.

“Ah, I was just walking around.” The nerve of this girl to act like she didn’t do anything wrong. “What’re you doing here?” Her eyes land on you but she quickly looks back at him.

You stand this time. “We’re…” Don’t say it. Don’t be petty. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “On a date.” You entwine your arm with San’s.

Areum’s lip twitches in annoyance. “Oh?” She quirks a brow and glances at San. “Is this true?”

San freaks out without thinking and shakes his arm from yours. “No!— I mean like a friendly date, sure. We’re just hanging out like old times.”

There’s your answer.

His ex smiles with victory at your defeated state. “Well, we should catch up, San. I know we ended things on a bad note but I think we should talk.”

The car ride home was awfully silent. Usually, they were filled with laughter and off-key singing but tonight, you gave San short answers in his poor attempt to talk. When you entered your apartment, you told him you were going to bed early and that he should lock up when he leaves.

Instead, you feel his warm body climb into your bed and hold you at 12 am. As always, you didn’t tell him to leave. Because, as always, you couldn’t say no to Choi San.

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You wake up and San's not next to you but there is a text.

San : Sorry I didn't want to wake you but I left to go to practice. It'll probably end late today so if you feel up to it, come hang out. :)

Should you? Maybe it's just better if you pretend like nothing happened. Obviously, that's what he's doing. Besides, it’s not like his bandmates gave you false hope just to reject you in front of their ex. You end up going to the practice, a huge lump in your throat. If you brought up the situation, you're sure that whatever you guys had would be over the second you said anything.

Jongho, the lead singer, greets you with a smile and a nod in your direction as he warms up.

"y/n!" Wooyoung calls out, getting off of his drum stool and engulfing you in a hug.

You giggle on command, loving his enthusiasm. “Wooyoung, why do you always act like we haven’t seen each other for years!”

He smiles and whispers, “Don’t tell the guys I told you, but you’re like… our muse!”

You roll your eyes and pull away from his chest just to look at him, “I think you’re the only one crazy enough to even consider that.”

Wooyoung lets you go completely and returns to his drum set, you follow suit. “Maybe but you’ve been our number one supporter since day one! Plus you’re beautiful and beauty inspires art, does it not?”

Laughter erupts from you again at his cheesiness and your feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know who it was, the signature cologne giving him away.

“What’s so funny?” San’s smiling but you can tell there’s something different in his tone.

“Just exposing how important y/n is to the band.” Wooyoung sends you a playful wink, your cheeks burning slightly. San forces a laugh, something you don’t notice, before sitting you down on the couch.

After practice was over, you waited outside of the room for San so you could go back to your place. That wasn't the original plan but San insisted. The chilly air made you wrap your arms around yourself, internally scolding yourself over not bringing a jacket.

Wooyoung was the first to come out, fishing his lighter out of his pocket. He wasn't the only cigarette smoker in the group but he was definitely the one that smoked the most. He grinned at the sight of you, resting his hand in his pocket instead.

"Why're you waiting out here? It's cold as hell."

"Yeah... But I didn't want to get in your guys' way." You rubbed your hands up and down your arms trying to create heat. Wooyoung took off his jacket and wrapped it around you without hesitation. "A true gentleman." You remarked.

He put his hand on his chest, his face contorting to look hurt. "I've always been a gentleman. Even when I'm freezing my ass off."

Your eyes widened, ready to give the jacket back. "Woah there, missy. I gave it to you for a reason. We don't want our muse to die of hypothermia." The joke makes you laugh lightly. "You waiting on San?"

You nod, staring at the ground and rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “It’s been a lot of waiting recently.” You accidentally confess.

“Uh oh.” He leans against the wall. "I noticed something was different."

"What do you mean?" You hear your heartbeat through your ears and you find it hard to breathe all of a sudden.

"You guys are a lot closer... You guys are best friends, sure, but the air's been different between you two. He still doesn't notice how you look at him."

You scoff, "That obvious, huh?"

"To everyone but him, it seems. Can I be honest?" Wooyoung rolls to face you. You nod, now looking at him. "Unless you tell him how you feel, you'll be doing nothing but waiting on him."

"But our friendship-"

"If you're about to tell me that it's enough for you, so help me God, y/n, I will kick your ass." You laugh for the first time since the conversation started. You understand what you have to do. You guys have already crossed so many boundaries and clearly, he feels something for you, right?

The door to the practice room swings open and this time it's Yeosang and San. San's bright smile seems to falter as his eyes instantly land on the jacket that's wrapped around you. His eyes shift between you and the drummer then he strides to you, grabbing your wrist.

"Let's go?" You don't have time to answer. San's practically ripping the jacket off of you and throwing it at Wooyoung who barely catches it. This time, you don't miss the change in his tone. He replaces Wooyoung's jacket with his hoodie, not saying a word as he puts it on you.

Just like the night before, the tension in the car is thick but unlike last night, it's you who's trying to spark a conversation. San's knuckles are turning white as he drives and it's starting to worry you. You've never seen San this upset before and you're still trying to place the reasoning. Was it jealousy?

You pull up to the house, expecting him to follow you like he always does but he doesn't. Instead, he leaves the engine running and his eyes on the street. For some reason, this sets you off. This man had the audacity to pull away from you, act like you were just a friend in front of the ex that cheated on him, but gets jealous over you casually talking to another guy?

You scoff and unbuckle your seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. San was feeling extra temperamental tonight. He couldn't understand why he felt like this either. Maybe he was looking for a fight. He turned off the engine and followed you inside. Before you could close and lock the door, he stepped into your house.

"What is your problem?" You asked venomously.

"What is your problem?"

"I didn't have any problem until you decided to get all confusing!" You dropped your tote bag on the floor, turning to face him fully.

"I'm confusing? Are kidding me?" He huffs out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Actually, I'm not. You've been driving me nuts since we started hooking up. I'm over it!" His lip twitches into a sarcastic smile. "What the fuck was that with your ex? You completely pushed me aside. She treated you like shit, remember? She cheated, she lied, and she manipulated you. Do you want to get back to-"

"You're not my girlfriend, y/n!" He cut you off. "God, it's like you don't know your place." Tears pricked your eyes but you felt more angry than sad. Angry, you've never felt this way with San before. You're experiencing a lot of firsts tonight. San immediately realizes what he said, how hurt you were. He took a step closer to you but you put up your hands, putting up your boundaries for the first time.

"No, you're right. It's not like you hold my hand wherever we go or put your hands on my waist in public. You don't smile at me sweetly during dates. We're not completely vulnerable with each other, telling each other things we'd never breathe to others. It's not like we fuck almost every day! Do friends do what we do? Please, enlighten me. What's my place?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have-" You're full-on bawling now, sucking in breaths where you can.

"I can't believe I've loved you for so long. I've torn my heart out for you and you just... you just throw it back at me like it's nothing!" His mouth opens but nothing comes out, instead he wraps his arms around you. You react once you feel him, trying to fight him off but he's stronger, trying to calm you down by hugging you.

You're screaming, all the feelings you've held inside bursting out of you, "Why can't you let me in?" You start to pound on your chest even though you know you shouldn't. You don't even notice that he's crying too. "Why can't it be me for once? Let it be me!"

"I'm sorry," He coos. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, your feelings making it hard to focus. San catches you though, guiding you to sit on the floor.

San does his best to understand what you're saying through your sobs. He wants to understand what he's feeling. He thought he was doing this to get over Areum but why was he doing all the other things? He could've just stuck to the bare minimum but he didn't. Better question, how had he not noticed your feelings?

San was so caught in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed you had cried yourself to sleep. He was holding your head to his chest and he sighed, finally relaxing a bit. He couldn't really relax though, his mind still processing what you had said. He carried you bridal style to your room and thanking God that you had exhausted yourself.

San tucked you in and, after some hard debating, decided to lay in bed with you. He made sure that he wasn't touching you even though he knew he was going to leave before you woke up. He sighed to himself.

Even as you slept you were beautiful and he beat himself up for only now noticing how exhausted you looked. The man never understood why he was so willing and ready to sleep with you. He could acknowledge that there was steaming sexual tension but he never thought it would get this far. Nevertheless, you guys were in this situation; the very foggy area between friends and more.

Is this how you felt, absolutely terrified? You guys certainly couldn't go back to being friends after everything that's happened between you two. San's body started to shake as he silently cried. He couldn't even comprehend how much pain he's put you through these last few months.

____

You're not surprised to find your bed empty the next day; you wouldn't be surprised if San had sent you a message ending your friendship and promptly blocking you. You stare at your ceiling with tears already prickling your eyes. You weren't going to check your phone for texts. You just went to work.

The day went by fast, your boss giving you plenty of work to distract yourself. You were doing just fine until you pulled up to your apartment to find Wooyoung waiting to knock on your door.

"Wooyoung?" The man turned around, almost like a deer in headlights.

"Oh- Hey!" He quickly put his hands in his jean pockets. You walked to your door silently, unlocking the front door and inviting him in.

“What can I help you with?” You try to be casual even though all you’re thinking about is San and how you know Wooyoung’s here to soothe whatever problem you guys are having.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase. Talk to San. It’s only been a day of you two fighting and all of us are tired of him sulking.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“He came into practice looking all down and he didn’t talk to any of us. He just went through practice barely saying ten words throughout the whole thing.”

"How do you know this has something to do with me?"

“… Do I look blind to you? Everyone knows something’s going on between you two.” Wooyoung sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “Look, I don’t know what happened but I’m sure it was probably his fault. I’m not saying you should forgive him right away but just talk to him. Please?”

——

So now, here you are, outside his door. You took in a deep breath before knocking hard on his door. You couldn’t muster the courage to ask if he was home but there was no practice so you hoped for the best.

The door unlocked within a few minutes. “y/n?”

“H-Hi,” You stuttered out, feeling the weight on your shoulders get heavier. “Can I come in?”

San gestures you inside and you take a seat on his couch. There’s an awkward silence when he joins you and you can’t recall any other time it’s been like this. It was so easy to talk to San before but now you can’t even form a sentence.

“So—“

“What’d—“

You said at the same time.

“You first.” San breathed.

“I just figured we had a lot to talk about.”

"Right..." He brushed off his legs with a sigh.

"I like you, San- actually, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long and we slept together and it got messy. We've never talked about what we were after that night. You just made me a rebound and I turned the other way..."

His eyes burnt into your face and you were too scared to meet them. "I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in that kind of situation. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I didn't think about the way you were feeling."

San's warm hand grabs yours. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to see how you feel about me. I'm so sorry I said that you didn't know where your place was. Your place..." He takes a big deep breath, making you look at him, "Your place is right next to me. I lost you for one day and in that one day, I've realized what you really mean to me. I'm in love with you, y/n."

He places his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even notice. You're falling apart at his touch but you were so happy that he felt the same way and- Oh my god! Choi San was in love with you!

"You just said you were in love with me." You breathed, a smile breaking out on your lips.

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles, closing the distance between your faces. Your breath hitches. "Are you going to give me a chance to love you for real this time?"

Your heart is going to burst and you don't really give it much thought.

"Yes."

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poptod · 3 years ago

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Cyber Security (Elliot Alderson)

Description: An online ad leads him to you, though in reality he has little interest in your ad. What interests him is how you accidentally doxxed yourself and how oblivious you are to that fact.

Notes: idrk what to say about this one its one of those things that i wrote at midnight after almost falling asleep to a fantasy and then realizing it could work as a fic. like i did this same thing with ‘close your eyes’ that one was also a before-bed-to-get-to-sleep fantasy. this is also not a particularly romantic interaction, though it can be read as such WC: 2.2k

Sweat drenched his sheets, bathing him in the cold wind that breezed past his only air conditioner lodged in a nearby window. He stared blankly upwards, half shivering and half overheated, as he once again found himself in a familiar predicament—the practice of sleep.

It was no secret he had trouble calming himself down, and that aspect of himself reached into the evening, as well. He already downed three melatonin pills hours earlier, along with smoking a joint that should’ve put him to bed. Unsurprisingly, that did not work.

“Xanax,” he mumbled to himself, hearing it bounce back from empty walls. “Need to get xanax.”

In the meantime he raised himself to his feet, padding across freezing floors to his computer. With a click of a button the white screen buzzed to life, shining bright onto his sleep-heavy eyes, that did their best to acclimatize to the sudden change.

Hypnotization—strange as it might’ve been—had worked a couple times before. Not all the time, but decently enough to give it a try. He had work in the morning and he didn’t need to be more miserable than usual, especially since he hadn’t slept almost the entire weekend.

sleep hypnosis

The blinker flickered for a moment before his fourth finger slammed down on enter, the last step in calculated movements. What popped up first was a video titled [ SLEEP HYPNOSIS ] 8 Hour Loop with a screencap of a spinning black and white screen. Below that, however, was something he hadn’t seen before—a YouTube video titled exactly what he’d typed, lacking the caps just as he had. The title screen appeared to be some sort of poorly-drawn painting.

Curiosity overcame his hazy, aching head, and he clicked, finding a playlist of videos containing what could be the titles of songs, along with several different poorly-drawn title screens.

The first video began to play before he could realize it. What he first noticed was it was bereft of ads—that meant the publisher made no money off the album.

Sat in the presence of God

whose name means filthy old fraud

Captions had been manually added by, he assumed, you. The author. There were three views on the video, no comments, and no likes, leaving few other options.

Maybe it was the melody—maybe the lyrics, who talked of a world plagued by aristocrats. But he found his eyelids heavy, dropping dark eyelashes in his vision that blurred the screen. By the third song, reciting verses of an Islamic poem, he was slouched in his seat.

He slid down to the floor, crawling his way back to flop onto his bed. The music continued to play till the first ad popped up, at which time he opened his eyes, seeing a music video from Katy Perry, at which time he promptly reached over and unplugged his computer. He wasn’t sure which cord he pulled out, but the screen still went black. With that, he just barely sneaked into his covers, dozing until the morning.

It was far too easy to get information on you. Your full name was stated clearly in your youtube bio, alongside several different social media tags leading to instagram, tumblr, and facebook.

Facebook alone provided him the means to your address, and he didn’t even have to go looking for it. Your most recent post was an ad, searching for someone good with computers to aid you in your recording process, which you noted as ‘dismal’.

Are you fucking kidding me? He thought to himself, reading the ad once more.

Your address, your real, physical address was stated as the place you wanted to meet those interested in helping you. On the internet. You had doxxed yourself after less than a year of being online.

Okay, he thought, clicking on your listed email. Someone needs to be taught a lesson.

Three days later—after about two weeks of listening to your echoing voice every night—you replied, sending a cheerful email detailing when you would be available to meet him. After shooting a short message back, the date was organized.

Two more days and he was standing at your doorstep, his neck craned upwards as he scanned your tall, narrow home squished between two other apartments. He just barely knocked before the black door swung open, revealing a familiar face belonging to a stranger. Elliot was dressed in his black hoodie and jeans, a stark difference to your long, colorful robes, coming out of a sort of fantasy world.

“Hi,” he said, his voice grating with how low and quiet he kept it.

“Hello,” you said with a smile that did not match his hunched posture. “Are you Mr. Alderson?”

“Elliot,” he corrected, his chin just barely raising to meet you. “Elliot Alderson. Elliot works.”

“Alright,” you said, nodding. “Come inside? I was just making tea. Do you like tea? Or do you prefer coffee?”

“I... I’m fine, thanks,” he said softly, scooting past you when you opened the door wide enough for him to enter. He sucked in a breath as his chest brushed yours.

Your home was modern—far fancier than Elliot’s own apartment, with large windows flanked by soft grey curtains. A small, upright piano was in the corner of the living room, set upon a reed mat lined with Korean symbols. The couch was clinical, made of a sort of black plastic leather that matched the grey skies beyond the window panes.

He sat down, shifting his feet closer together as his fingers dug into his palms, continuing to scan the room in its’ entirety until you returned with your own tea.

“What kind of experience do you have? School counts,” you said, setting your cup down on a tiny plate whose decorations matched your teacup.

“I’ve been... experimenting, with computers, since I was around 9,” he said, mumbling the words out as his shoulders hunched awkwardly down. “Have a job at a cyber security firm. Started a while back.”

“You still have that job?”

“Yeah,” he said with a small nod. “Jus’ thought this would be... fun.”

The dead look on his face indicated no humor whatsoever, but you took his word as it was.

“How’d you find the ad I put out?”

“I... I listened to your music,” he answered honestly for once. ��Helps me fall asleep.”

“Oh,” you said, clearly taken aback. Your face grew warm as you glanced away with wide eyes. “I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re not very good with technology, though,” he said in his usual low, grating voice.

“Not really,” you chuckled sheepishly. “That’s why I put out the ad -“

“No, not that,” he interrupted you. “You put your physical address on the internet. You doxxed yourself. Do you even know how dangerous that is?”

The lyrics of your songs pointed towards a kind of brilliance, balanced against emotions felt thoroughly on pages and screens. It didn’t match your actions at all.

“What’s doxxing?” You asked.

Elliot had to physically stop himself from sighing and leaving.

“You want everyone to know where you, a minor celebrity, live?”

“I’d hardly call myself a -“

“I could’ve been a murderer,” he said, reaching into his bag.

He looked you in the eye as he pulled out a gun, clicking on the safety before he pointed it at you.

“This is how easy it would be to kill you.”

As expected, you stiffened at the sight of the iron barrel, your fingers withdrawing to your chest. Your lips pursed as you met his gaze once more.

“Please put the gun down,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

He did as you said, resting the gun on the table.

“That’s a hell of a way to start an interview, Mr. Alderson,” you said quietly. “Please get out of my house.”

His heart sank. What had he expected? For you to fall to your knees and sing to him as he desired you to do? He threatened you with a gun to teach you a lesson, and you reacted accordingly. Calmer than others would.

Elliot stood on shaky legs, sliding the pistol into his backpack before he zipped it up. Throwing the pack over his shoulder, he swallowed through a tight throat, shuffling as he delayed his departure.

“Keep safe from people like me,” he said in a strained mumble. “Take that ad down. Meet people from the internet only in inhabited, public areas.”

You tapped your fingernails on the table for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip. Suddenly you stood, tugging on his sweatshirt sleeve to get him to face you, instead of staring at his feet.

“Alright. If you’re really so good at the internet -“

He ignored your incorrect grammar.

“- and... if you actually do want to help me with my songs,” your tone softened, “then you’ll be able to find my real name, not my stage name. If you do.. I’ll hire you.”

“Alright,” he said monotone, knowing the battle was already won.

Even though he knew your name already, he turned away and left to his apartment, immediately going to work on figuring out everything he could about you. If you willingly still offered him the job after that, he knew it would take a lot to scare you off. He could impress you.

It was, after all, the only thing he was good at.

Two days later he showed up at your apartment again, quietly thanking you when you let him in. The clean floors and walls remained unchanged since his last visit, and you led him to the same table, sitting him down on the same seat.

“Your name is (Y/N) (L/N),” he started with. You already appeared to be surprise. “You grew up near LA and you’ve had a chronic illness all your life. At eleven you saw your first therapist.. that must’ve been when you first got diagnosed with depression... and anxiety.”

“Killer duo,” you muttered.

“Your parents split when you were thirteen, which came at the same time as your dog, Penelope, died. Or... sometime that year. When was that... 1997?”

“1999,” you said quietly.

“Your mom homeschooled you,” he continued. “That’s probably why you don’t know how computers work. Rather eclectic, in a.. boring way... an ex-Amish, right?”

You nodded and his heartbeat tripled. Everything was right thus far despite a two year difference in his guesstimate of your life’s timeline.

“Then there was your dad... logger in the Redwood forests. Burly guy. Not a great man, from what I saw,” he said.

“He was fine,” you said with a small shrug as you looked away. “Didn’t ever hurt me, or anything.”

“Abuse isn’t always physical,” he said faster than he could think, dizzied by his own memories playing behind his eyes.

“I know,” you murmured.

You went silent, so he continued, hoping to pry more precious words from you.

“Your favorite color is yellow,” he said, leaning closer to you. “On Valentine’s you get chocolate strawberries, and on easter you get kinder eggs.”

Nothing.

“You studied mythology as a kid, and you made paintings of the forest you lived in with your mom. Santa Cruz mountains, I think.”

“Yeah,” you said. “I miss the forests.”

“I know. You want to visit Ireland again because it’s a land of faeries and moss, it’s a breeding ground for your song lyrics.”

“How did you find all this out?” You finally asked.

“You use the same password on everything,” he said, though that was far from the actual answer. “Your web browser tracks all your movements and you don’t try to stop it, or hide ads, or stay away from sketchy websites. Your parents aren’t much better, either.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you brought your hand to massage your brow.

“You’re way too smart to be helping me,” you said with soft laughter, blushing with your smile.

“It’s better than working for E Corp,” he said, huffing out a laugh that was hardly humored.

“E corp?”

“My.. uh, place of work,” he brushed off his slip. “My point is... I’d rather work with you and do easy work than work with my current fucking coworkers.”

You laughed, truly and fully this time, curling into a little ball that shook with the force of it. Your feet tucked into your tiny chair, making you even smaller.

“Bad people or just annoying?”

“Stupid,” he chuckled. “Don’t let me wear my sweatshirt.”

“Ooh, now it’s my turn,” you suddenly interrupted him, earning a strange look. “I’ve noticed things about you, too. I couldn’t learn anything off the computer, but you, you have anxiety too. Probably some childhood trauma.. maybe a dissociative disorder of sorts or a form of PTSD. Your jacket is like your home, and... you have sensory issues. Few types of fabric, don’t like to be touched, if I had to guess I’d say you might be autistic.”

“Blunt,” he said after a full minute’s silence.

“Do you mind?” You asked.

“No, not really.”

“Good. Then you’re hired,” you said with a smile, extending your hand for him to shake. “If you still want the job, of course.”

He watched you with evident apprehension, but took your hand after much thought, shaking with a firm grip.

“When do I start?”

#elliot alderson x reader #Elliot Alderson #mr robot #rami malek

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lale-txt · 2 years ago

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♡ charity commission: WB & F!S/I

a/n: thank you @secretsnailor for the commission! Bee supported Gender Justice and asked me for some soft Whitebeard nuzzling her S/I in his hands. i loved writing this so much! you can read more about WB/Bee on her self ship blog @bee-quake, i've been eating up every fic she wrote about those two (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

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“You’re about to fall asleep while standing.” – “I’m not.”

Bee rubs her eyes, letting out a loud yawn and doing a big stretch before she leans against her partner’s calf, resting her tired eyes a little. She just finished brushing her teeth and slipped into her favorite worn-out sweater that was a little too big for her, waiting for Whitebeard to finish his nightly routine so they finally could go to bed together after a long night of celebrating on the Moby Dick again.

Currently Whitebeard was busy combing his mustache, tilting his head slightly in each direction and plucking a single hair that sprung where it didn’t belong every now and then. It was a mystery why he had to do this now when it was so late that the sun was almost rising again, but Bee was too tired to question this. Somewhere in the distance they could hear Thatch singing sea shanties, unclear if he was still up and tipsy from the party or if he had just risen again to prepare breakfast for the hungry crew.

“Come on now… how much more often do I have to tell you that your stache looks much better than Rogers, just give it a rest, Eddie…”, Bee mumbled and tugged on his pants for attention.

Whitebeard looked down to his side and smirks. For someone who was for swearing so loudly that she wasn’t on the edge of falling asleep on the spot only a minute ago, Bee was very much dozing off with her head resting against his leg. Before her legs would give in, Whitebeard bent down, putting one of his huge hands on her back and scooping her up with ease. Startled and caught off guard Bee let out a surprised gasp, clinging to one of his fingers for some grip as she hisses out his name, followed by a small chuckle when he holds her up close in his palm to his face.

“What, Newgate? Want me to check your beard for you so we can finally go to bed?”

The captain lets out a loud laugh which bounces from every wall, his whole body shaking from it. There was something about his laughter that was just contagious, making Bee grin from ear to ear. The way he cupped her in his hand made her feel so safe, knowing he would never let anyone even think about doing her harm. She reached for a strand of his blonde hair and he leaned in close, letting her tuck it behind his ear before she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. When he cups her with his other hand too it was almost like a secret cave, a tiny universe in his palms, just the two of them.

His beard tickled when he nuzzled her, charming out a soft laughter from her. Bee could feel him humming softly when she let her fingertips run over his skin, tracing every wrinkle and scar that held its very own story. It was her favorite face on the whole Grand Line and even beyond that. He had her whole heart, bigger than any treasure could ever be. Soft whispered confessions fell out of their mouths, telling a bedtime story sweeter than honey. For a few heartbeats it was like the whole world stopped moving, only them dancing around on stardust with their eyes closed.

“Let’s go to bed, my love”, Whitebeard mumbled and placed another kiss on Bee’s face as he turned off the light, carrying her towards their shared bedroom. She was already about to fall asleep in his palms, her head resting against his, the sweetest smile on her lips, slipping into a dream as soft as the love they held for each other.

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Childish Infatuation [Benedict Bridgerton x Reader]

Title: Childish Infatuation Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Female!Reader Word count: 2.9k Published: 27 February, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: My first ever Benedict fic :) Summary: [x] After 8 years you finally come back to London. Seeing Benedict intensifies all those feelings you have been harbouring for him, but the fear of rejection lingers in the back of your mind.

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“Eloise! You must come here,” Benedict shouted, running after his sister, circling around the sofa in a childish manner. You watched the two siblings acting in a way society would have judged them for, but in your eyes, they looked like a family filled with love. Benedict has grown into a dashingly handsome young man, one that you didn’t expect to see. His smile was like a little child’s, far from the grown man he was meant to be, but his features must have made women fall on their knees before him.

“Leave that poor girl alone,” you chipped in with an adoring smile as they turned towards you. Clear confusion sat across their faces, both debating your identity. Eloise was struggling, she was only a child when you left, but Benedict’s growing eyes reassured you of his realisation. However, before he could have even spoken a word, Anthony walked into the room with his head held high, his eyes demanding respect. Halting his steps, he carefully studied your features, before his initial shock quickly turned into a grand smile. You couldn’t stop yourself from returning his expression as he walked up to you and embraced you in a brotherly hug.

“I shall think you missed me, should you keep hugging me,” you giggled happily as you wrapped your arms around him, missing his brooding mood, sarcastic remarks and never-ending scolding. Although you knew hugging him was wrong and it could have been deemed inappropriate by many, but he was more of a brother to you than your own.

“I’m quite certain you were not a brat when you left. I’m unsure about the change,” he squinted, watching you with eager eyes, before his lips curved into a playfully smile, earning a gentle punch from you. The manners of a lady could not have been farther from you, but you didn’t mind, you loved yourself the way you were.

“I wasn’t a brat nor am I brat now. I’ll have you know, I’m a lady and I would like you to treat me accordingly, Mr. Bridgerton,” you replied with a slight attitude as you pulled away from his embrace. His reaction, a loud scoff was certainly not what you expected.

“I apologise, but you are still that tiny ankle-biter who left 8 years ago,” he chuckled playfully. You grimaced at him, once again defying those precious manners you have been taught by your dear mother.

“Ankle-biter? I’ll have you know, I was 16 years old, not a child, Anthony,'' astonished by his reply, you pursed your lips, sulking unlike a mature adult you were supposed to be.

“You will always be a little sister to me therefore I call you however I wish to,” he snorted proudly, but before you could have even thought of a smart reply, Benedict interrupted your conversation.

“Are you-? Is it-? I-,” however he tried to find the right words, Benedict was unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Should I understand?” you turned to Anthony, but he seemed as confused as you did, trying to figure out what his brother was trying to say.

“It really is you, isn’t it?” Benedict asked, his words hesitant as if he couldn’t believe his own eyes.

“Might be. I am unsure about who you think I may be,” you chuckled playfully. However, your laughter died down as two strong arms sneaked around your waist and lifted you up in the air, holding onto you strongly, making you feel unexpectedly safe and secure. You wished to be in his arms for years, a simple thought of his smile made you keep going. Folding your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to enjoy his embrace, heaving a deep sigh in comfort. You knew hugging him was inappropriate, but not for the same reasons as hugging Anthony. Having genuine feelings towards Benedict, thinking of him as a man, someone you could have imagined a future with made it wrong, but absolutely beautiful.

He placed your feet on the ground and cupped your face, kissing your forehead, starting your heart off in a dangerous race. From the corner of your eyes, you caught Anthony’s, trying to act as if he didn’t see his brother being more than slightly inappropriate. “Why didn’t you tell me in your last letter? Should I have known that you were to come home, we would have prepared,” he frowned, but his happy smile never faltered.

His hands wandered down your arms and held onto your hands, securing his fingers around them as he drew tiny circles with the tip of his thumb on your skin. Should you have removed your hands from his hold? Should you have created a space between you? Logically that would have been the right decision. But your feelings for Benedict were beyond logical. The man has had your heart since the very first day you met and whilst you never imagined growing genuine feelings from such a childish infatuation, now you stood in front of him with a beaming smile, looking at him as if he was the only man on earth.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you giggled, slightly shrugging your shoulders. “I did tell you that we might meet soon again,”

“I’m certain you have told me that for the past 8 years. Should I have believed you?” he asked, but you knew it was a rhetorical question and instead you just shook your head.

“Anthony, Benedict, I have heard news. Mr and Mrs-,” Daphne ran inside the room, holding onto her beautiful, light blue dress, her breathing shallow, her eyes wide in shock.

“It’s been a long time, Daph,” you smiled at the girl who has grown into a beautiful young woman.

“You are back,” she giggled happily as she ran up to you, holding onto your hands, squeezing them as if she was trying to make sure you were indeed present.

Reconnecting with the Bridgerton siblings felt as if you found a part of your life that has been missing for years. They were always close to you, even more so than your own brothers. In the past 8 years since you've been gone, you thought about them every single day, hoping to meet them again. Now that you finally did, you felt whole again.

As you sat at the dining table, right beside Benedict, you tried to concentrate on the delicious food in front of you, but he didn’t seem to share your priorities. He was a man on a mission, trying to distract you. Gently nudging your leg with his for the past 10 minutes didn’t seem to affect you. Or so he thought. You knew what he wanted.

When you were little, he always kept kicking you under the table as soon as he was done eating and he wanted you to follow him. It was an unspoken arrangement between the two of you and at first you were certain he didn’t remember, but the obvious indications and subtle messages reassured you that he knew what he was doing.

You have not been following the conversation between your parents and Mrs. Bridgerton, nor did you want to listen. Your complete attention has been occupied by Benedict and the man had the audacity to feel proud of himself.

“Mama?” you called out to your mother, waiting for her to halt the conversation for a mere second. When she finally looked at you, you continued. “May I please be excused?” your mother gave you a suspicious look before she turned to Benedict as if she knew what was going on. You expected her to say no, but instead a small smile spread across her face.

“Hurry back, darling,” she replied with a knowing look. You wanted to believe it was your own imagination playing a silly game with you, but your mother seemed unexpectedly happy to let you go.

You stood up from the table and headed towards the hall, before you walked behind the stairs and hurried your steps towards the garden. Standing beside the door, all alone, you let out a satisfied giggle. Looking at Benedict made you happy. The simple sight of him made your stomach fill up with thousands of dancing butterflies. But knowing he wanted to sneak around to see you in private just like 8 years ago, it made you feel like a foolish teenager again.

The door opened beside you, revealing a mischievously smiling Benedict. “I thought you didn’t understand,” he scoffed playfully.

“Indeed, I didn’t. I was confused. Surely, I thought you must have forgotten about our sign,” you explained with a wide, happy smile across your face.

“Would never,” he grinned proudly as he held onto your hand and started running with you to the other end of the garden, hidden away from the curious eyes. As soon as you reached a safe distance, he let go of your hand and continued walking ahead of you. However, you didn’t move. You watched his wide shoulders and narrow hips moving as he kept going forward. From a sudden urge, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your cheek against his back, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his coat. A part of you wished he didn’t hear you, fearing rejection coming your way. But another part of you couldn’t hold your feelings inside anymore.

“Do you think I didn’t?” he turned around in your arms with a soft smile across his face, one that you could have easily mistaken for a loving one. “I have been exchanging letters with you for the past 8 years. I thought I would never see you again, but I never thought of ever giving up on you,” he cupped your cheeks, lifting your head up to be able to look into your eyes. Your cheeks heated up, under his intense gaze. You wished to be closer to him, to feel his body against you, but your racing heart and the fear of rejection stopped you.

“What did you think when I arrived, and you recognised me?” you asked curiously.

“Disbelief? Surprise? I couldn’t possibly believe my own eyes,” he chuckled at the sight of your slightly disappointed expression and hunched over back. You were ready to remove your arms from his waist, but he quickly got hold of them and carefully placed them back around himself, before he placed his hands back on your cheeks. “I’m sensing those aren’t the words you expected. Shall I continue?”

“Is there more?” you asked as you curiously straightened your posture again.

“Indeed, there is. I was shocked. I have not seen you, nor have you ever sent a photo for the past 8 years. I could not have imagined in my wildest of dreams to have you become this beautiful. You have always been pretty, but when you arrived and I first laid eyes on you, I certainly forgot how to speak for a second,” he chuckled awkwardly, making you giggle happily. His words could have been enough for you to confess your own love for him, but you stopped yourself.

You knew you weren’t lady-like, but that was you and Benedict’s growing smile reassured you that you could always be yourself around him. However, it didn’t reassure you enough of his own feelings. He certainly made you happy, might have even made you the happiest woman walking the earth. But confessing your own feelings without reassurance of his own, you weren’t that brave.

“Well, my dear lord, you have certainly become charming and handsome yourself,” you wiggled your brows playfully.

“Are you satisfied with my features?” he asked with a proud and confident grin.

“A little change here and there and I think we can work with it, Mr. Bridgerton,” you shrugged playfully, trying to hide your everlasting smile. He inhaled sharply, clear shock painted across his face, his mouth parted involuntarily, but he couldn’t hide the devilish smile in the corner of his lips.

As if your senses knew what he wanted to do, you quickly let go of his waist and started running away from him, expecting some form of a punishment. He didn’t have to run fast to catch you, your dress slowed you enough for him to reach you with one arm, gently pulling you down on the grass with him. He quickly changed position, hovering above you, his weight only held by his arms on each side of your face. The previously happy smile disappeared from your face, instead your complete attention turned to his dangerously close lips, his intoxicating cologne and his eyes that seemed to focus on your mouth.

“Benedict?” you whispered in fear of ruining the moment. “Do you remember our promise from when we were children?” a deep frown sat between his brows at your question.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Back when we were little, we promised to marry each other. Can you recall that?” your tone was more hopeful than ever before, and you were certain Benedict could hear it.

“It was a silly little game back then,” he smiled blissfully, but for you that simple expression which made you the happiest woman a moment ago now felt as if you were stabbed in the chest.

“It was not for me,” you furrowed. You wished he thought of that childish agreement as sincerely as you, but his rejection confirmed your worst fears. He didn’t. You felt your eyes fill up with unshed tears, your throat dangerously suffocating you, your chest becoming heavy as you tried to sit up. You wanted to disappear, feeling foolish about waiting 8 years for a man who couldn’t love you the way you wished he would. But Benedict didn’t move.

“It is certainly not a game to me now,” he added quickly as he realised your tears and distanced behaviour. “I wouldn’t have exchanged letters with you for 8 years should you have not been important to me. I have loved you long before you left, but I couldn’t offer you anything back then. I was a mere child. A foolish 19-year-old boy who was confused about his own feelings. However, now I know what I want.”

“What do you want?” you whispered in astonishment, his words awakening hope in you again, excited butterflies flapping around in your stomach.

“You!” he stated firmly and before you knew it, his lips met yours, kissing you for the first time feverishly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer. You never knew how it felt to be kissed nor could you ever imagine it. But now that Benedict was kissing you, his lips against yours fitting perfectly made you quickly understand why they regarded kissing someone other than your husband a sin. If it wasn’t for Benedict pulling away, you would have never let him go.

Although slightly breathless, you giggled against his lips hovering above yours. “Shall we repeat that?” you asked boldly, earning a chuckle from him.

“I’d like nothing more, but-” he smiled at you with an adoring look in his eyes. “not now. Tomorrow morning, I shall talk to your father and ask him for your hand in marriage. I will not have anyone stealing you away from me again whether it be your parents or any possible suitor.”

“That vaguely sounds as if you were proposing to me,” you beamed at him, enthralled which earned you a loud laughter from him.

“As soon as your father gives us his blessing, I will propose to you in a way you could never imagine,” he replied proudly, before he pushed himself up and reached for your hand to help you up beside him.

“I can’t possibly wait to see that,” you giggled happily, biting into your bottom lip, trying to contain yourself as you walked back to the mansion. Reaching the entrance of the house, he quickly pulled you into his embrace, his arm holding onto your waist safely as he placed a small peck on your lips.

“Don’t bite your lips,” he heaved a deep sigh as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, slowly inhaling your scent. “Surely, I will not do anything until our marriage, but should I ask of you not to do something, please refrain yourself from doing it,” his tone was desperate, waking your curiosity.

“Would you mind stealing a kiss maybe on occasions?” you giggled playfully, earning a heartfelt laughter from him.

“I could never deny that from you,” he planted a kiss on your neck and gently nudged you towards the door. “You have to go back first, I shall follow soon,” he gave you the instructions.

“After you have talked to my father, will you come see me?” you asked hopefully.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Now go,” he ushered you in with a foolish smile across his face. As soon as you disappeared behind the door, his smile grew wider and defying all his maturity he happily jumped around in his place, laughing at the memories you left him with, giddy and slightly nervous about the next day. But for now, he could only think of you and the childish infatuation he once felt for you and over time grew into a strong love, he felt he could barely contain.

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