#yes that is in fact an orb of very bright light

[alexxajay]

Emergency Contact

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, heartbreak, mentions of drinking *SFW*

WC: 2.8k of pure angst <3 (you’ll giggle a little bit tho, promise)

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

You were stupid. That was the only excuse you could come up with for your decisions.

You were stupid and maybe even a little pathetic.

One moment you were curled into your couch with a fuzzy blanket and a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the next you were praying to God that no one had taken pictures of the drunk idiot sleeping at one of the tables in some late night ramen restaurant.

You sat at the red light, your fingers tapping rhythmically to the new song that you’d heard on the radio a few times before. Your mind couldn’t help but to wander off to a year prior where everything in your life was different. You had a different job, a different apartment, a different wardrobe and hairstyle. You even had a boyfriend back then. Every aspect of your life had changed after him and here he was wiggling his way back into it like a stubborn little rat that you couldn’t catch.

As you pull into a parking space in front of the building, you take a few deep breaths to calm the nerves that skyrocketed the second you turned off your car. You hadn’t seen him since he turned his back on you with red eyes, his hands tangled into his messy hair as sobs quietly echoed against the walls of your apartment as he left you behind. There were a few conversations texted here and there with the two of you catching up, but it was all small talk that even strangers could have. You hadn’t heard his voice or seen him with your own eyes in over a year, and yet here you were at his rescue because of some stupid phone call you’d gotten at one o’clock in the morning.

The jingle of a bell announces your arrival and an older woman greets you politely as you step inside. You smile kindly and then your eyes scan the room for the idiot before landing on the familiar figure hunched over onto the red table, empty bottles of soju accompanying him in his slumber. You could only scoff in amazement at the fact he managed to drink all of that alone. He wasn’t even that great of a drinker. What the hell possessed him to drink himself into a coma on a Thursday night?

Your hand comes down onto his back a bit harshly as you attempt to pat him awake. It took a few more rough shoves and a loud call of his name before his head finally raised and he groaned in annoyance. A quiet laugh escaped your lips as his eyes struggled to adjust to the light, a used napkin stuck to his cheek with some unknown sauce smeared across it.

“Hyunjin, get up. Let’s go.”

“What?”

“Let’s go.” You repeat, turning your head to look over your shoulder for anyone that may recognize him. “Did you pay for your food already?”

He was still trying to make sense of his (very bright) surroundings and who was asking him about the bill he’d already paid for. You watched in amusement as his eyes grew twice their size as they connected with yours, his mouth dropping open slightly. You weren’t sure what emotions reflected in those brown orbs. Shock? Fear? Sadness? What you did know is that Hyunjin hadn’t expected for you to be here.

“Y/N?”

“Did you pay your bill, drunk boy?”

“Yea- Yes.” He stutters and squeezes his eyes shut to focus the blurry image of you. “What are you doin- Why are here?”

“You passed out after stuffing yourself full of ramen and soju and the nice lady at the register called your emergency contact.”

His hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, his ears red from both alcohol and bow embarrassment.“Oh…forgot to change that.” He slurs.”I should’ve changed that. I’m sorry.”

There’s a moment of silence as he stares up at you deep in thought, your hand coming towards his face to detach the dirty napkin from his cheek causing him to flinch back into reality.

“Let’s go before someone sees you.”

He’s obedient as he pushes the chair back to stand, your shoulder scrunching up to touch your right ear at the loud noise it made scraping against the floor. His hand reaches up to push his bangs away from his face, a sniffle coming from him as he gathered his phone and wallet. He nearly topples over as he turns to follow you to the register, his hand flying out to find balance on your shoulder as you assured that his bill had been paid for with the worker.

Loading him into the car was easier than you’d expected as he was able to climb in by himself. There had been one too many times in the past where you literally had to shove the man limb by limb into the car because he had way more than he should’ve with his friends.

“Do you stay at the same apartments?”

“No, we all moved into new ones.” Hyunjin takes a deep breath as the room began to spin. You watch as he closes his eyes and leans his seat back a bit to try and reground himself. “ I live with Changbin now.”

“What’s your address?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hyunjin.”

“I can’t remember.”he mumbles.

You scoff. “Give me your phone.”

It took you a few minutes, but eventually you were able to find his address embedded in google maps. Hyunjin had never been great with directions, so you knew that there wasn’t a way he didn’t have his addresses saved as “home” for easy access when needed. You leaned across the console to buckle him into his seat belt before returning to your seat and doing the same for yourself.

“You smell good.” He hums quietly. “New perfume?”

“Yeah.”

“I like it.”

“Thanks.”

The rest of the ride was silent. It wasn’t awkward; there weren’t any emotions weighing heavy in the air. It was peaceful. Familiar. It made you reminiscence of the multiple late night rides he’d taken you on when he wasn’t able to sleep and didn’t want to be alone. You’d always sit snuggled into one of his blankets from home with your eyes closed, feeling the breeze of the wind blowing throughout the car and listening to him hum his favorite songs. His hand typically rested on your thigh giving it a loving squeeze every now and then to remind himself that you’re there even if you were half asleep.

That described your relationship. Peaceful. Loving. Familiar. Neither of you knew where it went wrong and that’s what hurt him the most. One day you both had decided that something didn’t feel the same in your heads anymore which led to confused hearts, and rather than stringing the other along you both decided to call it quits.

It’s no secret that Hyunjin took it a lot harder than you did. He loved you so much and wanted to fix things between you, but how could you fix the tangled mess that was in his mind? That wasn’t fair to you, and that’s why he let go.

It was hard at first. His everyday routine had revolved around either you or his job depending on what point in their career the boys were in, and unfortunately for him he couldn’t drown himself in work. So, he rearranged his apartment, he started trying new painting techniques, and going to the gym with Changbin who claimed that exercise was the best way to heal your brain. It worked for a while but he felt himself slowly falling into a slump that was hard to get out of. He spent more time crying than he did doing anything productive and he truly doesn’t think he would’ve made it through his depression episode without the help of his best friends. Then, their schedules picked up again and Hyunjin was slowly able to regain his smile with time, pushing those wonderful moments he shared with you to the back of his brain. He thought he’d finally accepted your ending and then he saw it.

An old picture of the two of you he had forgotten to delete from his phone still living in his memories album, “1 year ago” flashing across his screen with bold lettering as if it were taunting him.

It was a picture of you two on your second anniversary. He had taken you to Italy and let you live your “romcom fantasy” like you’d always told him you dreamed about. That trip was full of love, giggles, and experiences you told him that you’d never forget. If someone told him back then that you two wouldn’t be together the following year, he’d laugh in their face and call bullshit.

You were undeniably in love and you were meant to last forever.

That’s when the day dawned on him.

Your anniversary was tomorrow and there was no more love to be shared.

He tried not to think about it. He really did. However, Changbin had gone to visit his family and Hyunjin was all alone in their apartment with his thoughts. His mind spiraled and those feelings he thought were gone crawled their way back up his throat until he let out a bitter cry that bounced back at him from against the walls.

It turns out you can only bury and try to forget your feelings for someone for so long until something triggers it. Thats how he found himself taking deep breaths and focusing on the feel of the wind on his face to stop his stomach from churning, threatening to empty its contents in your car.

Twenty minutes later and you were practically carrying Hyunjin’s 5’10 frame into his apartment. You counted nearly four times that the two of you had nearly face planted onto the ground due to his lack of core and foot control, grumbling complaints of, “aren’t you supposed to have great foot work?”, and gaining giggles from him in return.

“What’s the code, Jinnie?” You question once you (hopefully) arrive at the right front door.

His long fingers tap at the keypad and an amused snort escapes his lips when the door flashed red.

Wrong code.

He types it again. Wrong code.

Then again. Wrong Code.

“Hyunjin!” You fight laughter.” You can’t be serious right now ?!”

“This is hard! The numbers are so tiny.”

“What’s the code? I’ll do it.”

He looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads. “I can’t tell you that. What if you break in and steal stuff or or you let the Stays in?”

You stare at the man that continues slurring his concerns of being robbed or seen naked in complete and utter disbelief. You forgot how amusingly idiotic he could be.

“Do you want to sleep outside of your front door tonight?”

“No?”

“Then tell me the code.”

He hesitates. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Promise?!”he shouts.

“I promise!” You shout back and hate that a laugh erupts from your chest halfway through.”You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I’m a cute idiot, though.” He dramatically bats his eyelashes and you give him a playful shove, your own body collapsing over itself in a fit of laughter when he lost his balance and into the wall, then progressed to the floor.

“You tryin’ to kill me, woman?!”

“For the love of God, Hyunjin. What’s the code to your apartment?!”

Nearly ten minutes standing at his front door like a pair of idiots had passed before you finally got the correct code and allowed Hyunjin to crawl his way in the door behind you. Their new dorm was a lot bigger and a lot nicer than the ones you had known previously, and it was surprisingly clean.

“Hey, Y/N. Want a tour of our new place? It’s so much nicer than the last one.”

“Let’s get you some water first and then you can show me, yeah?”

He bounced happily behind you as you made your way to the kitchen to find him some water of any shape or form. Upon opening the fridge you playfully rolled your eyes at the view: water, chicken, and some random ingredients that couldn’t have possibly made an actual meal. Why you expected anything different you weren’t sure.

Once Hyunjin downed the water and you made him assure you he wasn’t going to vomit, you allowed him to grab your hand and drag you through his apartment. He claimed he wouldn’t sleep until you saw every nook and cranny and complimented how clean they managed to keep it because he’d worked so hard while Changbin was gone.

Before long you had convinced him to finally wind down for bed. He was like a child almost. Hyunjin obediently went to brush his teeth, wash his face, and even placed his clothes in the laundry basket “just for you because I’m a clean guy. See?”

You watched as he cutely mumbled to himself about which pair of pajamas he wanted to wear to bed. One was the wrong color, one was too suffocating, and eventually he found what he called “baggy enough” to sleep in comfortably.

“Y/N you have to turn around.”

“What?”

“So I can put my pajamas on.”

“Hyunjin, you’re already half naked?”

You jumped at the sudden high pitched scream that left his lips, your eyes blown wide and your hand clutching your imaginary pearls. Hyunjin’s hands were dramatically tossed across his body as he attempted to cover himself from your sight.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“You’ve been staring at me in my underwear?!”

“Are you serious right now?!”

“Turn around!”

“We’ve literally had sex and showered together?!”

“I’m shy, Y/N!”

“You’re unbelievable, I swear.” You’re slightly annoyed as you go to step out of the room but your breath catches as he grabs your waist to stop you.

“No, don’t leave, yet. Just- Just turn around…”

“You owe me for this, yanno?” You give him attitude, yet spin around to allow him to get dressed anyway. “I shouldn’t have to put up with you being an idiot all because you left me as an emergency contact.”

“I’m sorry. Just stay until I go to sleep?”

“Hyunjin-“

He interrupts and steals your heart for a second time as he turns you around to show off his pout and sad puppy dog eyes. “Please.”

So, you agree, allowing him to tug you into his bed and get settled and tucked in beside you. He rests his cheek onto your shoulder and you give the opposite cheek a pat, ignoring the pang you felt in your heart when he hummed contently and leaned into your palm, his lips pressing a small kiss to your wrist just as he used to.

“Get some sleep, Hyunjin.“

“Thank you for this, Y/N. Means a lot.”

“Just don’t get drunk like that in public again. You never know who’s out there watching you, Jinnie.”

“I know…I was just sad” he admits and before you can question him any further he request, “Can you play with my hair, Y/N?”

“Yeah…”

You missed him.

You had immersed yourself into your new job and setting up a new life to forget about the heartbreak you were going through, and now here you were on the verge of tears as he slowly fell asleep beside you. Those beautiful memories and the emotions hit you like a truck for the second time, as if you’d only broken up yesterday.

All because you were left as his emergency contact and he was too drunk to get home alone.

You fucking missed him.

Twenty silent moments had passed before you decided his breath evened out enough that he was nearly sleep. You slowly slipped his head from your shoulder and inched your way out of the bed. Taking one last look at his face was the biggest mistake you could’ve made. He looked so happy with his lips turned up slightly and his hair messy from you running your hands through it to lull him to sleep. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and take small, quiet steps away from the bed to leave.

You were nearly out the door when his groggy voice echoed against the walls of his bedroom.

“Today’s our anniversary.”

The sudden announcement leaves shock evident on your face and a sting of tears in your eyes.

It had officially been one year, two months, and three days since you both chose to end your relationship and today was the day you would’ve celebrated your love for each other. It totally slipped your mind, but apparently it had been weighing heavy on his, and that’s part of what led to the breakup in the first place.

There’s tears glistening in his eyes as he smiles at you, your chest growing heavy and tears mirroring his own as his voice cracks with his next sentence.

“Happy three years, Y/N. I love you.”

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[missvainillapudin]

Beautiful words from a dry mouth:

Prompt: I had a rough week ngl and ended up wanting to write something about Vance Hopper being a guitarist and vocalist for some band x fem!reader, I took inspiration from the song "All my love" by Led Zeppelin for this (which is pretty obvious) and I'd like to clarify that I know what the true meaning of the lyrics of this song is, I just decided to change it a bit to implement it in the writing (STOP LET ME DAYDREAMING WITH THIS MAN)

that being said, sorry for being gone for a couple of days and for the fact that this might be a bit short, I'm experimenting...

be happy and listen to Led Zeppelin 💪

Vance Hopper x fem!reader

Timeline: 80's 90's-1986

Although the song is from the 70's it is mostly due to Vance's age (in this case it would be a Vance between 28 and 31 years old)

I hope you enjoy it!

• -Will you write a song for me?-

That was the next thing Vance's ears could perceive after a couple of shared laughs and soft sweet kisses that you had given him on his lips, chin and nose on the large bed of the expensive and well-furnished room in which they were

He took a moment before answering with a smile on his lips followed by a soft voice although with his characteristic husky tone

-You are the whole song, baby-

You rolled your eyes at his mocking attitude and harmlessly hit his chest

-Come on! You know what I'm talking about-

You complained with a soft pout, Vance let out another giggle and brought two fingers of his hand to the bridge of his nose wrinkling it slightly while closing his eyes at the same time

-Oh, yes, of course I will, at some point, when you stop being a pain in the ass-

You let out a fake gasp of indignation before hitting his chest again with your closed hand without actually hurting him, soon the room would be filled with the warmth of the sound of both of your laughter.

Vance's eyes opened after a couple of moments and his blue orbs became present under the blinding light of the spotlights that pointed at him, his hand rested on the cold and hard metal lectern that held the microphone and he observed for a few moments the excited and heated crowd that surrounded the stage where he and his band were, with the large metal balls being the only ones that stood between him and them.

-Good evening everyone, uhm...-

Vance's voice became present and resonated through the concert speakers, the people howled with excitement upon hearing it and only when Vance made a vague sign with his hand for them to calm down, their roar ceased.

The people observed him attentively, no one dared to make a single sound about it, it was not common for this calm and nostalgic attitude to be radiated by their wild and unpredictable vocalist.

-Well, this...shit-

He stepped away from the microphone for a moment, looking back and clumsily passing his hand over his lips, wiping them as if what he was about to say would dirty or hurt them in some way

-Fuck, I...I was just going to say that this is going to be very difficult for me to sing-

With that said, the familiar sound of the opening of that song that the fans knew so well began to resonate throughout the concert and the fans cheered with excitement.

Vance looked down for a moment, hiding from those bright lights above his head and the millions of eyes that were on him at this very moment, wishing that the only thing that would observe him at that moment were your beautiful sweet eyes, you had been his condemnation and probably the biggest pang of pain he had ever felt before

And yes you were, right now you were being a stabbing pain in his chest so unbearable that he was unable to breathe properly.

He still can't believe that you had to leave his side for him to write a song for you, remembering your words and complaints about it only makes him let out a sad and painful laugh and clench his hands into fists, missing having you by his side. You left him in February of this year, it was so fast that he still has a hard time assimilating it, he still wakes up dazed in the middle of the night when he doesn’t feel your head against his chest under the sheets of his bed anymore and he still unconsciously lowers the volume of his electric guitar when he’s practicing for the next tours with his band so he doesn’t wake you up with the noise, because he knows how much you love your afternoon naps, but he forgets that now he lives in a big house.

Alone.

That no matter how much he searches every room in the place you won’t be hiding in any of them waiting for him to find you and that no matter how much he calls your name you won’t answer with a smile followed by your footsteps echoing on the wooden floor, he knows it very well, but he doesn’t want to face this reality, he doesn’t want to face a world in which he lives with 7 billion people and none of them are you, he doesn’t want to face the possibility that he might forget the sound of your voice or the smell that comes out of your hair because of your shampoo, damn he loves that shit.

He is so afraid of forgetting the feeling of your hands on the back of his neck before you kiss him or the same feeling of the skin of your lips against his every time you decide to give him a piece of heaven even if it is for a few moments, he is so afraid of all these things happening that the only thing that resonates in his head is your last request to him.

"Write something for me"

Now everything seems clearer, he rushes to take a pencil and paper from a notebook and clumsily scribble some letters, some that seem dirty and useless at first glance but with great sentimental value for him

And that is how he ended up writing this, he kept his promise although late enough so that you could no longer hear it.

His lips approach the microphone in front of him again and he begins to sing the lyrics

After the song that he himself wrote in your honor, the one that seems to burn through his throat and slide upwards painfully before emerging from his lips, the audience screams excitedly and moves their arms to the beat of the music, like a great wave of their feelings at that moment that seem to accompany yours on stage.

Vance holds on tighter to the microphone and closes his eyes as he continues singing with everything he has left in those moments, your face reappears in his memory and a smile barely visible to the rest is present on him, it hurts him to have prolonged his promise so much and to have left you aside, now that he has lost you you are the only thing he has been thinking about lately, his eyes open slightly to look at the audience that listens to him with emotion and prepares to continue singing

-"All my love, all my love, oh, all my love to you now"-

He repeats the words with melancholy as the audience and the instrumental accompany him, he is being more sincere than ever at this moment on stage and he knows that he will probably never write anything like that again in his life, but that doesn't matter now, you are the only thing that is present in his head at this moment. When the synthesizer solo that accompanies him indicates that he must sing again, his lips pronounce the lyrics again and his eyes open before the audience, interrupting your figure among his memories

-"Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time..."-

The lyrics continue to repeat until the end comes, he must lower his gaze with melancholy from the spotlights when he feels his eyes begin to moisten and he clings to the microphone tightly hiding his lips and looking between it and the long blond locks of his wavy hair that fall over his forehead

-"it's, all, all, all, all, all of my love, all of my love, to you now..."-

The lights change between reddish, blueish and purple colors and the audience sways like a distant dream among the sea of people who shake excitedly, a last inhalation is taken by Vance's lungs before approaching the microphone once again and singing

-"i get a little bit lonely, just a little, just a little, just a little bit lonely..."-

He moves away from the microphone as the music fades out until the song ends and the audience screams excitedly, he and the band say goodbye to the audience and leave the stage backstage.

Vance can feel his heart pumping from the nerves and excitement that the concert has left him with and he stops for a moment to light a cigarette between the space of his fingers and his lips, he feels the sweat running down his neck when he lets the smoke out of his lips, no matter how hard he tries, he can't ignore the fact that he'll be coming back to a lonely, empty house without you in his arms anyway.

[tingerines]

Pairing: Ace x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff

Beep, beep. Beep, beep. Beep, beep.

You turn over in your half-awake state, one eye peeling open with much effort after having been woken up in the midst of a deep sleep. The room is dark, save for the crack of light coming from where your phone now silently lays face down beside your head.

You prop yourself up on a forearm after a moment of contemplation. Maybe it was something important or an emergency, considering how late the caller decided to ring you up.

But upon further inspection, you see that you have a missed call from none other than your best friend, Ace. And not just one or two calls either.

No wonder you woke up. Your phone must have been ringing for at least two minutes straight.

You squint your eyes against the bright light of your phone when another call goes through. Your index finger quickly slides the small switch on the side to silent before your ringtone could blast through the quiet ambiance of your room again.

“Hello? Ace, are you okay?” you press the phone to your ear and ask before your friend could speak.

“Were you asleep?” Ace’s hushed voice asks when he takes notice of how hoarse yours sounds. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Don’t lie. Yes, you did,” you chuckle at his statement with a shake of your head. Actions speak louder than words, especially when over a handful of missed calls means he was definitely trying to get your attention. “But it’s fine, I don’t mind. Are you okay though?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Ace confirms.

There’s a long pause before either of you speaks again.

You readjust your position under the warmth of your thick comforter and lay on your side so your head could hold your phone in place against the pillow.

You could hear Ace’s gentle breathing coming from the other line as if he had fallen asleep. The sound is comforting. Something you’ve grown accustomed to after months of falling asleep on the phone together.

“I—”

“Wh—”

“Oh, sorry—”

“Sorry, go ah—”

You let out short bursts of giggles upon interrupting each other.

“No, I’m sorry. You go first. Are you finally going to tell me why you’re calling at this ungodly hour?” there’s a playful tone to your voice, one that lets Ace know that you’re not actually upset that he woke you up in the middle of the night. It’s always nice to hear from him; especially when he lives halfway across Twisted Wonderland for work now.

“First of all, you’re usually up at this time,” Ace snorts and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. “Second of all, I missed my best friend. We haven’t talked all week.”

“And that’s because you were busy celebrating the holidays with your family, remember?” you roll over in bed, shifting again until you’re sitting up with your back pressed against the pillow.

Then you’re met with silence. Mostly because Ace knows that you’re right and has no rebuttal for the fact.

You take the opportunity to press the speakers button and place your phone on your lap before your gaze trails towards the large window beside you. It’s nearly a full moon tonight, the opened curtains allowing the beautiful orb to cast gentle moonlight into your room.

“You’re not doing anything right now, right?” Ace questions as if he hadn’t just woken you up mere minutes before. “That means you can sleep in later so come meet me outside.”

You snort and shake your head, “yeah, let me just walk about a thousand miles to see you real quick. I’ll see you real soon.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Ace fake laughs into the phone. “I mean it: I’m outside your apartment complex right now.”

“You what?” you immediately sit up straight, your eyes scanning what little of the outside world you could see from your third-level room in search of Ace. “I swear to God if you’re just joking…”

“I’m not. I even brought snacks,” Ace laughs, a genuine one that sounds like bells delightfully ringing in your ears, and you can hear the rustling of plastic bags accompanying it. “So come outside. I’ll wait for you.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you grab your phone and kick the comforter off.

[foamywishes]

demon beast meta knight 👀

Hi yes!!! So sorry for the late response! Demon Beast Meta Knight has been on my frontal brain lobe for a while so seeing this ask made me jump at the opprotunity to draw him. So Allow me to explain!

This is Meta Knight's Demon Beast form, a strange bat/orb like creature. The original design is by @frostedgrapepepper! We just like to call him a Batto though I'll think of a more proper name for him later. Meta Knight's transformation into this creature is due to succumbing to the darkness within his heart and allowing it to completely corrupt him. However because he wasn't committed to losing himself, Meta Knight (or Morien as he is named in my AU) is now subjected to a werewolf like transformation where he is normal during the day but at night he turns back into this creature.

The form itself is very upsetting for him. He's not used to the animalistic nature that it entails, and is far more aggressive without meaning to be. Often times he usually wants to be left alone out of fear of his ugly new face, but his granddaughter Myra refuses to leave him be. She will comfort him as being a half-dragon monster herself naturally she knows the pain he's feeling. Morien won't say it but he really does appreciate her company.

He still however likes to don his mask as it makes him feela little more secure in that aspect though.

Since in this form Meta Knight is unable to use Galaxia (wing hands are quite combersome to use you know!) He has instead gained a form of Monster Flame/Dragon Fire, as his main mode of attack. This blue flame can burn almost anything it touches and even go though walls. There's also attacks with claw swipes and wing beats too. So he isn't left totally defenseless in this form

This art piece of him eating a piece of blood orange is also by @frostedgrapepepper! Meta Knight's diet has changed significantly now. Most normal Batamon love fruit and veggies, but Demon Beast Morien also has gained an insatiable taste for blood. Batamon naturally are vampiric but not at these levels. If Morien doesn't get enough blood then he will actually go feral and do anything he needs to do to get it, its a constant struggle to maintain his sanity in this form. Thankfully fruits also do a good job when blood isn't available. Blood Oranges also work exceptionally well because of their color and the flavor is nice.

Lastly on these quick facts, Meta Knight does sleep upside down like a Bat. Since his transformation take place at night, Morien has found himself more prone to sleep during the day. Though he still can be up, he's gotten more sensitive to bright light and won't go outside much anymore until he's cured completely. How is the question as the Demon Beast Reversal syreum doesn't seem to work on him. Further research probably needs to be done. Hopefully these answered your question! I love him so much as a concept and drawing him today was so much fun! Thank you to Frost for doing some art of him as well <3

[guhamun]

‘I SHOULD HAVE PERHAPS warned you.’ Yes! He would have liked that very much! Neuvillette could fly if necessary, but that falling sensation was one that he would never get used to – especially in this more human body. Things felt…different in a way that he still couldn’t quite explain whenever he was in this form. ❝Cloudhymns are your innate abilities, are they not?❞ There was still much he was attempting to learn about those that resided on the Fanghu, though this process would perhaps be better if he didn’t feel as if eyes were constantly on him. At least as he had spent time with Xingyun, he didn’t feel the need to be on guard. He let out a faint sound of surprise as he was just casually moved about as if he was as weightless as the clouds in the sky. Letting out a faint huff, he attempted to at least sit close to Xingyun in that swirling orb rather than on him. Shifting his attention away from his present company, it was then that he was able to truly appreciate when he saw around him. ❝At first, I had thought you planned on getting me wet. I misjudged.❞

     Though he knew for a fact that the other would have taken enjoyment out of catching him even further off guard. This man had quite the mischievous streak he had come to notice most intimately. Bright eyes took in the sight of the creatures aboard this vessel with quiet intrigue, all of them so different from what he had seen back within the ocean upon his homeworld. Vibrant fish swam around them, unimpeded by the strange orb before them as if it wasn’t even there. Their scales shimmered with the light, the sight so beautiful that, for a time, Neuvillette almost forgot that he wasn’t alone here. ❝Do you do this often, Xingyun? Come and let yourself merely experience the depths?❞

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐅𝐅-𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒 a kind of charm to it, he must admit. At the very least, he seems more startled than frightened, and he regains his wits enough to speak and ask questions in short order. Startled though he may be, Neuvillette is ever inquisitive- even if Xīngyún can't answer all of his questions as neatly as he'd probably like. He may have issues with the ways his people operate, but he cannot bring himself to utterly betray their edicts.

No matter how ridiculous he thinks them.

"I should have perhaps warned," Xīngyún begins, smiling just a touch proudly, "that my Cloudhymn is quite powerful due to... circumstances. It usually tends to be, regardless of my incarnation." He moves to sit up, lifting Neuvillette along with his own person with almost frightening ease. In the vague, dim light that seems to glimmer from the water surrounding them itself, their surroundings are lit pale blue. In that pale light, black glints suddenly along his cheeks, the sides of his arms, flickers vaguely along his forehead.

And in that pale light, the water around them shows the ocean environs of the Fānghú.

Fish swim placidly around the strange swirling orb, more an errant tide to them than anything else, even as it flows with the steady pulse of the water toward the nearest shore.

"I thought you might like to see it without mussing your lovely suit."

[snatcher-no-snatching]

Gears For Breakfast, what the hell is this I’ve stumbled upon??

[gothicwidowsworld]

Memories C.M

After realising Peaky Blinders is coming to an end Reader reminisces some memories of her Peaky family 

Based of this  𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟛

“Harry no that’s cheating!” Y/N exclaimed angrily, pushing the older boy away from her. “No it’s not!” The 15 year old retaliated, clearly enjoying how easy it was to wind the girl up. “Just because I have a higher score on flappy bird doesn’t mean you can sabotage me!” the y/h/c girl hissed her y/e/c orbs focusing intently on the phone screen. “Sabotage?! As if!” Harry disagreed, shaking his head violently at the young girl's suggestion. “Yes, Harry sabotage!” Y/N insisted, groaning slightly when the game over screen flashed on her phone. “That was your fault Kirton.” Y/N insisted, rolling her eyes at the bemused smile on the teenage boy's face. 

Harry still insisted to this day that he hadn’t been cheating and he most definitely hadn’t been a sore loser. Even though the popularity of flappy bird came and went seemingly overnight the two teenagers enjoyed playing games during their down time. Flappy bird got replaced with Vine and then musically and then Tiktok. Harry was the first age appropriate friend Y/N had made on set. It was something that had bonded them. 

𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟜

Y/N had gotten used to camera’s, the idea of a large lens watching her every move no longer panicked her. But the thirteen year old had never had to do an interview before, this time it was the idea of a stranger questioning her under bright lights that worried her. “You ok?” Cillian asked quietly in concern, he’d seen the young actress fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. “What if I say something wrong?” the y/h/c youngster anxiously piped up. “What if I make a fool of myself? Everyone at school already makes fun of me…” Y/N added sadly. She knew she shouldn’t pay any mind; they were probably just jealous but the thought of her peers hating her for acting was something she struggled to ignore. “How can you say anything wrong? Nobody knows Viola better than you” Cillian replied, patting the girl's hand lightly in reassurance. The Irishman’s soft spoken voice visibly calmed the girl, allowing her to relax before the interview started. 

It was the first time she’d realised that Peaky Blinders wasn’t just about showing up and acting. It was so much more. 

𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟝

“How you doing kiddo?” Joe asked, noticing the young girl's intense gaze on the booklet in front of her. Sighing Y/N scowled at the equation in front of her, Math’s had never been her strong point so why on earth her teacher thought she’d be able to figure it out alone whilst on set she had no idea. “Kill me now.. Please Joe, I'm begging you.” Y/N whined shoving the offending work book away from her. “Ah don’t be so dramatic.” the older man replied, chuckling at the young actress' look of disgust. Peering over her shoulder Joe frowned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he tried to make sense of the question. “It’s not dramatic Joe!” Y/N responded icily, jabbing her finger in the direction of the sheets of paper. “You know I was very good at maths at school.” Joe stated, pulling a chair out to sit beside the younger girl he’d become quite fond of over the years. “You were good at school?” Y/N teased a smile settling on her y/s/c features, Y/N was glad to finally stop frowning, the frustrations the homework had created causing a mild headache. “Oi cheeky do you want help or not?!” Joe exclaimed, gently elbowing the girl in the side as she laughed. 

Joe never offered to help with her homework after that. In fact sometimes if he noticed her struggling he’d try to avoid her… especially if it was maths

𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟟

“I don’t know if I even really want to go…” Y/N sighed heavily brushing a rouge hair roller out of her face. “Besides, who would I even go with? I don’t want to show up by myself?!” The 16 year old girl rambled anxiously. The teenagers' school had recently sent out the forms for prom tickets and Y/N was still debating whether to go or not. When she was younger Y/N dreamed of the perfect prom, the American movies she’d engrossed herself with had given her a false idea of the night. But now she just couldn't be asked. “Don’t you want to go and dress up, get your makeup done?” Helen queried gently, taking a sip of her coffee as she waited patiently for the set’s makeup artist to start on her. “Helen, I get my makeup done every day for work… it’s not special.” Y/N shrugged, shooting the older woman with a tight-lipped smile. “Did you go to prom?” the y/h/c girl asked. “Prom wasn’t really a big thing in my day, but we had a dance and I got all dressed up with my friends.” Helen explained, her eyes sparkling at the memories. “I think you should go, who knows maybe you’ll actually enjoy yourself.” Helen teased the youngster with a knowing look on her face. 

It had been a basic conversation, small talk really but Helen always had been a master at that. The woman had a way with words, and always sounded so invested in whatever the subject was even if it was over something as silly as prom. It’s probably one of Y/N’s favourite conversations with the Londoner. 

𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟠

“Who you texting?” Finn asked in a sing-song tone attempting to sneak a peek at the girl's phone. “No of your business” Y/N replied mockingly before looking back at the message she’d received. “No let me see” Finn whined trying to grab the phone from the y/h/c teens vice like grip. “Bugger off Finlay!” Y/N exclaimed loudly, swatting the actor’s hands away as she tried to protect her phone. Cradling her device closer to her chest Y/N attempted to protect it from the younger Cole’s prying eyes, Finn had always been a nosey bastard. “Ah C'mon share the gossip.. Or is it a boy?” Finn asked his eyes wide at the realisation that a crush could be the cause of Y/N’s sudden shyness. “It is a boy isn’t it!” Finn spat out quickly, noticing the heat appearing on the girl's cheeks. “It’s none of your business is what it is” Y/N responded snarkily, rolling her y/e/c orbs at the twenty-three year old man’s outburst. Silence settled over the castmates for a couple of seconds. “Wait until I tell Cillian he’s going to have a heart attack!” Finn chortled mischievously. “You wouldn’t dare!” Y/N hissed loudly, finally the older actor had her undivided attention. “Oh wouldn’t I?” Finn replied, raising an eyebrow in challenge before launching out of his chair and out of the trailer all while practically shouting Cillian’s name. 

As if being caught texting a boy wasn’t embarrassing enough, Finn’s delightful outburst had caused Cillian and Tom to give the sheepish teen the oh so fabled ‘boy talk’.  As punishment Y/N refused to acknowledge the younger Cole whilst off set until the twenty-three year old apologised profusely.  Whilst Y/N knew Finn had only been teasing the overwhelming horror of having to speak about crushes and boys to the two senior actors still donned in their characters costumes mind you had not been worth it. 

[tokoyamisstuff]

Captivated Ch. 1 - Mark Hoffman x Reader

Summary: In a time of need, you are saved by Detective Hoffman, who you instantly have an undeniable connection with.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence and Assault, Blood, Vojeurism, Mentions of Masturbation

Words: 2309

[Masterlist]

Winter had always been your favourite season.

Not that you particulary liked the cold, but the way snowfall could warp this filthy city’s skyline through laying a bright coat over it has always amazed you.

On the downsides, it gets dark outside pretty soon - way before your shift would end. So around this time of the year, you would always dread your way home.

After locking the small café you were temporary working in, you already felt unease arise in the pit of your stomach. The streets were grey and almost empty, the dim light posts doing almost nothing to support your eyesight through the mist.

Compared to your old job at a shabby bar, this part of the town was practically the Neverland Ranch - but to be fair, the bar was pretty low to begin with. At least in here you only had polite and nice customers, instead of the weird men you were used to serving back then.

One last look to make sure you haven't forgotten anything, and you'd rush home, already clutching the pepperspray in your pocket just in case.

Your hasty steps got interrupted by a loud bumping sound, the shiver running down your spine making you jump. However, your sorrows would quickly be lifted when you peeked in the narrow alleyway, seeing nothing but a stray dog apparently having thrown over a garbage bin.

Sighing, you felt almost embarassed of what kind of scaredycat you've been.

The rest of your stroll you've became more relaxed, and until the last few blocks everything was rather uneventful...

...until you've spotted another person on the other side of the street, groaning in pain. A homeless man maybe, or a drunk person. But nonetheless, they seemed distraught. And no one should stay in the cold for too long.

"Umm-" you cut yourself off, hesistantly getting closer to the man sitting under a flickering lightpost. "Ca-can I help you? Should I call an ambulance?"

This was certainly not the first time that person pulled through with this kind of deceit - because in the blink of an eye, the former helpless seeming man had crushed you to the wall of the nearest building, his hand on your neck whilst the other held a blade in front of your nose.

"Empty your pockets!" the man yelled and impatiently shook your already startled self. "Give me everything, and don't you dare keeping something from me!”

Oh, the irony of having voluntarily put yourself in danger after whining about your fear of that very thing happening this whole time...

“Quick!” Your eyes were locked at the blade in front of your eyes, and your shaky hands could only do so much, so your wallet and everything else fell down into the snow. “Stupid bitch...don’t move!”

The man now harshly threw you to the floor, fixating you there even though you were not resisting. His weaponed hand was never leaving you, even when he was hastily collecting his robbery loot with the other...

...until an earpiercing sound cut right through his yells.

Before you even knew what was happening, you felt drops of a warm liquid on your face and wettening your shirt -  it was blood. His blood.

The robber’s hand had been shredded into pieces by...yes, what exactly? It did not matter to you at that moment, since the pain caused your assaulter to finally get down from where he had straddled your waist.

His agonized screams were disrupted by a fist hitting his chin, effectively knocking him out. And in the distance, faint sirens could be heared approaching already.

“Are you alright?”

Only now that the danger was eliminated you could think straight again, finally seeing the person responsible for the fact that you were still alive. You stared at your savior in awe, unaware of how this may come across.

A giant of a man, his blue orbs incredibly soft in contrast to his otherwise bulky self. You could clearly see the outlines of a suit under his jacket, even in those temperatures. Black hair was almost falling into his tanned face, worry present in his features.

“Hey” he spoke louder now but not less careful, his hands squeezing your shoulders ever so slightly to shake you out of it. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head mutely, eyes still wide opened in disbelief and amazement at the man crouching in front of you.

“Good.” That person cracked an attentive smile just before his face turned more serious again. “I’m sorry, it probably startled you that I shot him even though he was so close to you. But I couldn’t risk him noticing me.”

“N-No!” You were still trembling, but you held your hands up to dismiss his apology. “I-I mean you saved me. Thank you very much!”

The man huffed, quite amused by your flustered self even though you’ve been in danger just a second ago. “You shouldn’t stay there lying in the snow. Come.” He lend you a hand to get up, though needing to hold you in place because your legs would give up due to the stress. “I’ve called my colleagues and an ambulance, they should be here any second.”

_____

Your way home has delayed by two hours already, because the medical and psychological evaluation was followed by an immediate visit of the police station, where they needed you to report about the case.

Detective Mark Hoffman - that was your saviours name. And right now, you were sitting in his office, his suit jacked wrapped around your shoulders to warm you up.

"You shouldn’t feel bad for being a good person” he had told you just minutes ago, when you admitted that you felt idiotic for putting yourself in danger like that. “You did the right thing, but next time think of your own safety first.”

When he entered, the officer would wave a cup of coffee in front of your face, which you gratefully took.

“Sorry to have stained your clothes” he chuckled in a low, dark voice and you were only more amazed of how curteous he was. “Thank you, Detective...”

“Just call me Mark” he offered and if you weren’t still in shock, you would’ve probably fainted out of embarassment. “I don’t really care much about titles.”

“O-Okay...thank you, Mark.” You shyly tried to avoid his gaze, instead fondling with the cup in your hands. “Well, guess I gotta go-”

“Do you need a ride?” Hoffman cut you off, casually leaning back in his chair. “I doubt it would be pleasant to walk all the way back.”

Taking a look outside the window, you saw that it had begun to snow heavily again - and the darkness was still there, of course. Well, after everything that has happened tonight...

...no. You frantically shook your head, trying to become rational again. “Thanks for the offer, but you’re still working, right? I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Don’t worry about that.” His tone was cheerful and sincere, reassuringly putting his hands onto yours as he leaned over the desk separating the two of you. “I insist.”

_____

How did you even get yourself into this situation?

Just moments ago you were having a completely normal day, and now you were one traumatic experience richer - and to add to that, sitting in the car of a cop you felt an oddly irresistible attraction to.

You were almost embarassed by the way you were nervously shifting in your car seat, trying to become clear-headed again. But on the other hand, you were still in an exceptional emotional state. Of course you would have a little crush on the person that saved your life. It’s perfectly normal, right?

“There. It’s the house on the left.” At least you had enough concentration to get yourself to the right house without being distracted by that handsome officer...

His car came to a halt, yet you wouldn’t move an inch. “I-I...”

Before you could finish the sentence, Hoffman would already rise from his car seat, opening the door for you. “If you feel more comfortable that way, I’ll wait here until you’re safely inside.”

Once again you’d feel like a nuisance, yet that thought would be overpowered by the sensation of his hand taking yours again, helping you out of the car. Still, it felt awkward, as if you would need to be babysitted, and you were afraid that he was actually mad and annoyed...

...but looking up to him as he was accompanying you, there was no such thing to be seen. He was looking straight to the doorway, expression calm - monotonous, even. As if deeply buried in thought.

But then it relaxed again, watching you clumsily searching for the right key so you wouldn’t steal any more of his time.

“I don’t know how to repay you for all of this...” you muttered under your breath, which was clearly visible as white fog due to the cold.

“That’s my job, ma’am” he responded without hesitation, and there it was again: That damn smile, which you now couldn’t help but reciprocate. “Just take care of yourself, okay? I hope you still have a nice evening. And if something’s wrong, you know who to contact.”

“Thank you very much...Mark.”

_____

It was almost midnight - exactly 3 hours after the incident - when Detective Hoffman could finally call it a day.

The thought wouldn’t cross his mind until he sat in his car again, but it got more prominent now that he wasn’t distracted with work or Kramer’s instructions anymore:

The image of your most sweetest smile would haunt him for a while, that much was sure.

He always had a thing for the kind and innocent, after all. Someone he could protect - and the fact that you admired him only amplified his interest in you.

No. What the fuck. Hell no!

Hoffman tried to shove that thought way back into his head, locking it upn there to never escape. He was a fucking Jigsaw Apprentice, even though involuntarily - but John Kramer finds out about everything. If he was to associate himself with anyone, they would be in unspeakable danger.

“Can’t hurt to look if she’s doing alright, though...” he told himself, already subconsciously driving towards your address, which he had memorized from the very first second.

Having learned that he was constantly monitored by Jigsaw, he would park a few blocks away, making sure he wasn’t followed until he strolled through the cold towards your single-room-flat.

The lights were still on, so apparently you were still awake. Worry began to get the better of him, wondering if you would really be alright on your own after today was probably the  first time you had ever been confronted with so much violence and blood.

It was convenient that you were living on ground-level, with a small terrace belonging to your home. Mark found himself endearing you even more at seeing all those flower pots, empty due to the time of year. So many decorations in your window, chains of light and such - you trying to make the best out of your situation, to bring a little bit of colour to this grey town.

Just a peek, he thought. Knowing you to be safe and happy will be something that brightens his gloomy everyday life...

...what he saw however threw him completely off his track: Indeed, as it seemed you were feeling very well - your bare form was currently writhing on your mattress, leaving nothing of what you did to the imagination.

But there was more: Hoffman spottet his jacket in your hand, smelling his cologne while the other hand was busy touching yourself, only now realizing he forgot to take it back from you.

“Mark...” Hoffman bit his lip as his name drang to his ear, dampened through the window.

“Mark, please...ah~!” You once again pleaded, the erotic sounds escaping your mouth making him readjust the painful erection that was tenting his now way too tight pants.

“Fuck” he thought, both sexually and literally, not able to help himself from feeling like a sick pervert for peeping on you.

And then, suddenly, you gasped, burying yourself into the sheets as your squinted eyes thought to have seen a dark silhouette outside the window.

“Who’s there?!” Passion was quickly replaced by the anxiety rushing through your veins, triggering the memory of what had happened earlier that night - but when you looked outside, there was nothing there.

“Must’ve been my imagination...my mind is playing tricks on me.”

_____

“Y/N Y/L/N...” Hoffman pondered in his own home way later, remembering your name from taking your criminal charge.

He had already taken care of that bothersome lust you had awakened in him - and still, the sound of you calling for him was replaying in his mind over and over again, as if music in his ears. And even though that image of your naked body was a sight to behold, all he could focus on was the affectionate smile you gifted him back then.

When was the last time he had felt something like this?

It was no secret to him that ever since his only family had passed away, his life had been empty and meaningless. A part of him had died together with his sister back then, and somehow he had accepted the misery he drowned himself in...

...until now, that he was thinking of another person and grinning dumbly like a damn teenager. And still, this was all it took for Mark Hoffman to rediscover something that felt an awful lot like hope.

Tonight, no liquor touched his lips. He would drift into sleep peacefully, resting while reminiscing in thought of you shielded him from the usual nightmares.

“Seems like you saved me too, Y/N...”

[yeoreos]

avid || jjk (m)

pairing: demon!jungkook x human!reader

genre: 18+, smut

summary: jungkook finds you at a bar and sets you as his night's target

warnings: oh lord smut. lots and lots of smut.

wc: 4k

note: i was kind of lazy to finish it, but hey, its 4k of foreplay; nothing beats that! (also sorry for not posting in a while i was busy with beginning of year exams *cries*)

jungkook first noticed you in a bar. on weekends, it was transformed into a seedy nightclub. he liked to go there while he was looking for something to eat; something to conquer for the night. he discovered a plethora of attractive females and, each with broken hearts and hungry gazes - all yearning for a nighttime lover.

he never believed his eyes when they landed on you. the state you were in was pitiful. he guessed that you had just broken up with this boyfriend of yours, hence the mascara and ruined makeup on your face. or perhaps it was a platonic breakup. despite your state, his mahogany orbs never left your figure. what a cute thing you were.

a pretty face that was exactly his type, the perfect curves of your tits, hips, and ass has his knees weak. if you were to ask, he would give.

of course, his initial plan had been thrown out the window the instant he saw you. you leaned against the bar, accepting an order, with a grin on your lips. It sparked something in him, all the confidence (whether it be from the alcohol in your veins or not, it didn't matter to him) and allure.

he knew your name. how could he miss the way your own name rolled off of your tongue so easily? how could he miss the way your lips formed a smirk after seeing jungkook? how could he miss your scent when you pulled him in to kiss you?

this was jungkook's specialty, depravity. wherever he went, he brought a tale of wickedness and depravity with him, the quality hooking onto him like a magnet.

he was a fallen angel, to be sure. a demon, a fallen angel. to be more specific, an incubus. he fed off of sex and vice, appetites and irrational cravings. he drank often in front of ladies like you, at bars or in beds, whose gazes wracked over him, and he fed off of human energy.

over time, after a handful of centuries, he had gotten bored of playing the same old games in bed. jungkook knew what he wanted, however, he was never able to satisfy that itch in the back of his throat, yearning for something to quench his sinful thirst.

he was tired, watching from atop the hill nearby, where he watched the sun rest for the night. just like you had. the darkness of the night overtook the city of seoul and jungkook knew it was his hour to strike; to feed his thirst.

so, the demon went after you, hovering over your small figure over the pathetic excuse of a bed. the soft rising and falling of your chest and the soft snores that escaped from your mouth once in a while, was all the proof jungkook needed that you were fast asleep.

jungkook extended his hand towards you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek, a tremor coursing through his body as a result of the contact. the energy you were emitting caused every molecule in his body to twitch in response. captivating.

oh how badly he wanted a taste.

when you stirred a little, a small groan leaving your lips, jungkook stilled. had you woken up? however, it was just a small movement you were causing in your sleep which allowed you to further curl up against the pillow.

he grinned.

it was time.

"let's go in that dream of yours, shall we?"

-

when he opened his eyes again, jungkook didn't expect himself to be in the same bar, be in the same exact position as before. however, this time, you were looking directly at him with your hungry eyes, mimicking his.

ever since heaven had decided to clip his wings, jungkook gave up on the little purity he had left, letting himself follow his heart.

so that's why he felt no shame in eyeing your figure up and down multiple times.

it wasn't necessarily anything that stood out about you, but it was just the aura you were giving off, that sweet feminine scent that lingered near the air around you, that small curve of your lips. but it might have mostly been the way you called for him, despite not knowing his name.

"hello, handsome."

jungkook didn't really have a preference when coming to his targets. he didn't prefer virgins; he always thought that they were inexperienced and didn't know how to give a good head. he didn't prefer the experienced either; he always thought that they knew too much and made the sex too sloppy. it was somewhere in between. and by the looks of it, you seemed like the perfect target. it had his insides churning, a long yearning for a good fuck. he thought he was going crazy.

throughout his centuries of living, he saw empires and clans of royalty fall and rebuild itself, being reborn. he didn't go out of his way to feel good, but he took whatever the universe offered to him. in this case, it was you.

when the surroundings suddenly changed to a much quieter one, where no one was bumping into each other, jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. it did not, however, take him long to notice that you were in the premises of your bedroom, the small plants on your windowsill being a huge clue.

“who are you?” you inquired, your voice scarcely audible. smirking, the man took a step forward. in contrast to his sparkling eyes, the moonlight from the window follows his body flawlessly, giving him a blue tone on his skin. you became aware of his exposed skin due to his lack of clothing. as you took in his powerful body, a flicker of longing tingled between your legs.

the man stayed deafeningly silent. instead, the man crept onto the bed, trailed by what appeared to be a shadow. you kept a tight eye on his every move because you couldn't move. you felt yourself spreading your legs wide as he crept over top of you. you had a tremendous want to feel him and be completely consumed by him.

despite being a demon, a sex demon (literally), jungkook still understood the morals of consent, making sure it was his top priority. after all, he wouldn't want it if he was in your position.

"are you okay with what's going to happen?" his words were like a captivating chime in your ears, quickly relaxing you and making you desire more. you found yourself placing our hands on his shoulders in order to feel his silky skin. how was it possible for a man to be both burning hot and icy cold at the same time? the dampness between your legs was unbearable, and you were drawn to him with all your might. your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. this made sense. something you remembered vividly. just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.

"y-yes." you dropped your hands to grasp your shirt and pull it over your head to display your nakedness while looking into the man's eyes. with a hunger for your every move, he kept an eye on you. as he glanced over you, his throat vibrated with a palpable growl. you noticed he was completely hard as your gaze slid down your body with his. in a humble tone, you inquire, "is this real? this isn't a dream, is it?"

the man's grin makes your entire body twitch. you feel him quickly remove your underpants and fling it somewhere off the bed. you become acutely aware of the excitement between your legs as well as the heat emanating from his body. he lowers himself still more until he's right up against your door.

“would you prefer to be dreaming... or would you prefer to be here with me?” the man inquires, his tone innocent but with a sinister undertone.

when you reached for your thighs to give yourself some relief, there was nothing there. as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you could feel was the chill of your own flesh. red. your vision was completely red. it was almost as if someone had brought in a red mood lamp and shone it throughout the room. it was entirely painted in a bright crimson color. your epidermis. the walls on all four directions. it was all red.

everything seemed hazy and perplexing, and you wondered where you were. you were in a new environment. some may even argue it was a living hell.

you sat up and wrapped yourself in the nearest blanket you could locate before standing up. warm wooden floorboards greeted your bare feet. “what?” kneeling down, you firmly pressed your hand on the wood once again to be sure you weren't hallucinating, but then again, what's to say you weren't hallucinating the whole thing?

'im not a lunatic... you thought to yourself as the warm sensation of the wood stretched across your palm. you straightened up and looked about your flat, trying to figure out what you could do about the red. you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red. nibbling on your lower lip gently, you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red.

the door to your bedroom squeaks open just as you were ready to turn on the light switch. the sound reverberated throughout the room with such eerie intensity that you were nearly persuaded your tv had turned back on and was showing yet another horror movie. then something happened. from your room, a man who could only be described as the devil strolled in as if he owned the place. you would be fascinated by this man's beauty if he hadn't just walked in like that. a scar runs from the left side of his jaw all the way down to his neck, giving him a strong jawline. his delicate yet sharp-looking features are caressed by soft wild hair, and his adorable small head is adorned with two pointy horns. it was the eyes, though, that drew your attention.

not the fact that he emerged from your room shirtless. nor the fact that he had claws and a commanding tail swishing back and forth. no, it was those soulless black eyes that were piercing right through you. your very being. you were in some type of trans as the mystery man - no, not man - thanks to those black coals. devil. That sounded more like it.

you couldn't take your gaze away, but as your feet shuffled you further away from this entity, they did all the thinking for you. it only appeared to encourage the beast to keep going before you pressed up against him and the wall. as you summoned the strength to speak up, your grip on the blanket trembled a little. “wh-what are you looking for?” your voice faded away quietly.

the devil had smirked at your frailty and little dread before running a clawed hand through your unkempt hair “i'm starving, my love.” before leaning in and drinking in your aroma, it spoke in the lowest, almost infantile voice. “won't you feed me nice and well, love? after all, you did want this to be real, right?” you weren't sure if it was the tone of his voice or the proximity, but you nodded in accord.

he grabbed your neck and ran his tongue across his lips before taking you into a harsh but passionate kiss. soft cherry red lips ravished your lips in a ravenous embrace while his hands roamed across your body, grasping and groping everything it could find.

a deep moan emerged from both of you as you felt the tightness of his jeans against your leg, causing a burning feeling. the burning of want burned through your skin everywhere he touched, everywhere he invaded with his mouth, hands, and body. it was almost a nasty, twisted euphoria that made your cunt clench around nothing in eagerness.

as the unnamed monster looked you up and down, an almost animalistic growl exited his throat as he took a deep inhale, you gasped for air. “love, you smell so fucking amazing for me.” he spoke in hushed tones through little pockets of air. “you're so delicious that i could devour you whole.”

the very thought of doing so appeared to amuse him, as he let out a brief but malicious laugh before narrowing his focus to the blanket still clinging to you.

with a scowl on his face, he clasped his larger hand around the one holding the blanket in place before yanking at it, only to have you keep it in place. the devil, with his head cocked to the side, gazed at you, perplexed, as if he didn't understand what you were doing.

“it's just that,” you murmured, tightening your jaw at the gaze those empty eyes gave you like a chill up your spine, "i feel comfortable like this...” you muttered the last bit, swallowing any spit you had.

but there was no justification or apology for him, so he raised his claw into the air and cut the blanket, ripping it open wide.

fear, as well as the lust racing through your veins, were clouding your judgment once more. the notion that his claws were so near to slicing you terrified you and turned you on like nothing you'd ever experienced. it gave a sense of how perilous it was to be so near to this creature, which was part of what made it so thrilling.

"baby, nothing is safe when i'm around."

those words, on the other hand, did it for you. you reached out to him as soon as you dropped the tattered blanket on the floor, exposing yourself to him. you drew him back into another intense kiss by wrapping your arms around him and springing up to wrap your legs around his waist. as he grasped your thighs to keep you in place, he was caught completely off guard by your sudden bravery.

each passing breath spent on one another battling for control, hips sliding up against each other as your damp panties rubbed up against his encaged dick, which was most definitely pressing painfully against the denim trousers he was wearing, made the kiss more hungry and animal-like. the cool contact of skin moving up against your back and down your underwear made you whimper.

despite his animalistic state, you always thought he was beautiful, a rare creature. "you're beautiful," you murmured, oblivious to the fact that you were saying it aloud. he laughed with his head tilted back. his neck was big and thick, but it was the raised markings that went all the way around it that caught your eye; they were woven together like chains, as if he had been choked with scorching metal.

the demon kissed you long and hard, barely pausing to breathe. His tongue was lengthy and had a split down the center. it was a novel experience that was strangely addictive. you became engrossed in the way it encircled your own. with his fangs, the monster simply paused to tug on your lower lip. as his hand moved down to your thigh, you let out a faint little groan.

he sang, “such a good girl,” as he drew you up into his arms. Jungkook snatched you up like feather. as you placed your legs around his tiny waist, his arms bulged. before he entered your room, he gave you a lengthy, scorching kiss. you had your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair and scraping against the base of one of his horns as an experiment.

the devil looked down at you as you lay on your bed, his crimson eyes flashing in the dim light. only those eyes and the white-tipped base of his horns could be seen with the moon blearily seeping through your blinds. it felt as though the monster beneath your bed had arrived to devour you. slowly, he moved his hand up the wall, flicking on the light and bathing you both in a golden glow.

you eventually let your gaze drift away from his, focusing on his toned chest, tight waist, and muscular thighs. when you noticed the bulge yearning to be freed from his pants, you licked your lips. he finally went closer, his lips brushing against yours as he crept between your legs. his hands crept up to the band of your shorts, the heat of his palm scorching and heavy on your bare thighs.

he yanked your shorts down your hips and flung them behind him as he kissed you. he tore through your shirt even quicker, softly cursing as he saw your naked breasts. you yanked on his shirt, trying to get a better look at him and to touch every scrap of exposed flesh you could discover. he sat back and yanked his shirt off, displaying golden skin stained with crimson ink and muscular abs that rippled with each breath. you were so focused on his appearance that you almost missed the expression in his eye as he glanced down at you.

“fuck, you look like an angel,” he said, reaching down to rip your panties apart, only to shred them. your moist lips were exposed by the chilly air as you gasped. at the sight, he bit his lower lip and groaned. “very gentle and plaint." slowly, he ran his hands down your body, starting at the rib cage and working their way down to your thighs.

his fingers became hotter and hotter along the way, till they were on the verge of burning. until he came to your knees and quickly shoved your legs apart and up, crimson streaks remained on your skin. smirking at your hiss of pain, his palms pushed your thigh back till they touched your chest. “so ready to be used,” he states.

"please do."

“well, angel, since you asked so nicely,” he leaned very close to your cunt and licked a lengthy strip. his forked tongue slithered inside your slit, relishing in the lengthy groan that came out of your mouth. he swirled above the opening for a minute, then slipped just the tip of it inside when you finally relaxed against him.

jungkook gradually started penetrating your pussy with his tongue. the warm, slithery appendage that slithers in and out of you with increasing ease, flicking at your g-spot and making you whine in delight. you exhaled with relief when he licked up to your clit, only to scream when he clamped his mouth over the delicate nub and sucked hard enough for you to see stars.

moans and groans emitted from your lips and the demon could have sworn he had never heard anything prettier. his mouth salivates against your lips, only causing him to dip down near your entrance and trail his tongue back to your little nub. oh how sweet you were.

"my angel's already close to cumming?" there was no denying that. he had already noticed you were quickly approaching your high by the way you tugged on his locks and the way your moans became higher in pitch.

the demon took two of his long fingers and slipped them into your pussy, a squelching noise emitting from the action. you tugged so hard on your lips that it was plump and swollen, the irony blood almost spilling from them. he quickly started pumping his fingers and curling it, sending you seeing stars. he wanted you to get ready for the real deal (aka his cock).

"god, please fuck me, please please i'm so close to cumming but i wanna cum on your cock, please," if it weren't for you sounding so pretty and desperate for him, the demon would have prolonged the foreplay.

“there is no ‘god' here,” he hissed, sliding two fingers inside your pussy and sucking hard on your clit as you almost shouted in delight. his fingers curled within you quickly, drawing you closer to the brink. your fingers ran aimlessly through his hair, yanking it back to keep him near. you scratched on one of his horns with your nails.

it wasn't until another orgasm crashed upon you that the demon stopped.

you were spent; messy hair, hazy eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto your neck and some parts of your chest.

as sly as a fox, you felt jungkook pressing his heavy length on your clit, the warmth and hardness of it evident in the way it pressed up against the little nub. jungkook evilly rutted against the bundle, sending sharp pleasures erupting from the mere action.

you thought he would stop at a few thrusts, however, jungkook had other plans in mind. those being seeing you completely helpless underneath him (not like you weren't before).

with one more came a push, your insides clenching and squeezing the head of his cock like a vice. jungkook stills above you; only the tip in and you're already this tight? he allows a shaky breath to reveal itself from his throat, the sound coming out a little more strangled and choked that he intended it to be.

you took him inch by glorious inch. the two of you reveled in the pleasure, drinking off of each other's moans and heat.

the rest of the night was spent in each other's arms. it wasn't romantic, but it sure as hell was full of pleasure.

[llamagoddessofficial]

what was it like the first time Mc met Skull in the portal Au?

Is it story snippet time? I think it’s story snippet time.

The vent cover was loose.

You’d noticed, as soon as you’d rounded the corner. It didn’t matter that the facility was dark, quiet, deep in one of its night cycles... in the faint illumination of the safety screens and directional arrows left on, you picked up the silhouette of the cover. You were so familiar with the area of the lab around the room you slept in that you probably would’ve seen it anyway... but what immediately made all your attention snap to it was the fact that the glint of sleek metal in the darkness was, in fact, misaligned.

... Sans wanted everything neat. Sans wanted everything right. Red liked it that way, too, but Sans seemed to have the final say. And it showed- the entire facility was neat, angled, symmetrical and impossibly clean. It was so regimented and unnatural that you felt like an outlier yourself; a strange, curved, imperfect biological creature in a space that seemed to bleed robotic perfection from every corner.

... So... something about this one plating... this one vent cover, at a bad angle, tilted just against the grain...

... You were hyperfocused.

You moved over to it, bare feet cat-silent on the warm white floor, crouching down. You weren’t supposed to be out of your room at night, Sans didn’t like you wandering around when he was unaware, powered down for system maintenance and repairs... your fingers sealed around the loosened ends of the vent cover, and with the gentlest of tugs the whole thing came off, leaving a gaping hole in the wall large enough for you to crawl into. 

...

It was like you had a fog, separating one half of your mind from the other. Every day in this strange lab was confusing- and when you tried to ask yourself normal questions, like “where am I?” or “how did I get here?” or “why do I have no memories before this place?” your brain supplied you with absolutely nothing. And not only that, it couldn’t even supply you with the concern you knew you should be experiencing... the fear, the panic, it wouldn’t come. It was the most paradoxical and horrible sensation... the feeling of knowing something was wrong, of knowing you should be scared, but something in your head just not letting you access it.

... Maybe that was why the sight of the hole in the wall, the gap in the artificially perfect world around you, made your heart skip in excitement instead of fear. Maybe that was why you normally would have stuck to what was safe and not done stupid shit like going into vents...

... But this time, you got on your hands and knees, and crawled right in.

You weren’t crawling for a very long time; after what couldn’t have even been a minute of moving in a straight line through the smooth metallic system, the dark space opened up above you, more than enough for you to stand up to your full height in. Your eyes were wide, childlike in wonder- unlike the rest of the facility, that at least seemed to try and fake an air of safety, this place behind the walls... every surface around you was dirty, stained and rusty, there were tubes and buttons and tangled wires sticking out of the floor and ceiling, the whole place was lit up with an unnerving orange glow that was leaking through slits in the flooring. The air was filled with a nasty tang, metallic and almost blood-like, heavy and claustrophobic...

... It was like you’d crawled into hell. Like you’d gone from the head of the facility to the entrance of the throat. Another world...

...

As your gaze lowered...

... There was something in the room with you.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristled. Near the other end of the room there was a large, metallic box, most likely containing important wiring of some kind. From where you were standing you could judge that it was about your shoulder height... pretty big. 

... But it wasn’t the box that had your attention. It was what it was blocking from your view. A perfectly circular crimson light was peeking out from behind that box... a turret eye, bright and awake and alive, cutting through the murky coloured darkness. And the more you stared, the more you could make out, the more you could see the partially obscured hunched figure attached to the eye that was trained directly on you. 

...

“H-hello?” You whispered.

...

“sh-ouldn_t.. be.here.”

... The voice was like nothing you’d ever heard. Deep, deathly deep, you could feel it in your chest like standing next to a speaker- vibrating in your stomach, the palms of your hands, even tingling along your scalp. It sounded... automated, jittering and autotuned and with inflections no human would use, but so clearly with thoughts and feelings behind it, the unmissable edge of somebody who’s cautious, afraid... a downright uncanny mix of machine and man.

“... Should you?” Your voice sounded so... weak. So biological. Your heart was pounding.

... The eye noticeably changed; the dot in the centre became a fraction wider. It took an odd shape, too... from your distance it... looked like a heart...?

A soft, low “... no_.”

“... Then that makes two of us. Right?”

...

The owner of the eye stood up. 

He stood slowly, too. And as he did, the box he’d been crouched behind just got smaller, and smaller, and smaller... a beast, made of the facility’s leftovers. Large enough to crush you like a beetle. The dim orange light touched his silhouette to reveal thick tubes, misshapen metal plates, wires hanging off him like cut vines... a gaping cavity in his chest where a half-broken plasma motor was faintly humming and glowing. One of his hands looked vaguely humanoid but the other was just a badly affixed pincer claw... the plate on his face had been haphazardly cut away so his one red eye could see, and a skeletal nose shape had been carved into the centre. Everything about him was asymmetric, uneven, mismatched... 

You opened your mouth-

[Bleep!]

...

It floated through the room. A light noise, like a phone notification. You took note of the fact that you couldn’t hear it echoing through the rest of the facility... something that was only heard in the backrooms, perhaps? It was a very gentle little sound, nothing more than a light jingle...

... Except he flinched like a gunshot had gone off, eye blinking out entirely. Immediately, he turned around- you let out a little “H-hey, wait!” and raised your arm but it didn’t stop him. In a few giant steps he’d completely disappeared around a corner, clanging sounds moving so much deeper into the metalworks in such a short amount of time that you found yourself immediately disoriented. How... you were just standing there, how did someone that huge and heavy move so fast?

...

You wanted to pursue. You wanted to chase him deep into the bowels of the lab, down where you weren’t ever supposed to go, where no light would reach... you wanted to so badly you’d already moved a few steps without realising.

... But at the same time, you felt like you’d done enough for one day. Your nose stung from the strange smells in the air, your eyes were straining in the orange darkness... you wanted to go to sleep, back to your relaxation chamber, to rest for now and figure out what the hell you’d just seen.

What the hell you’d just spoken to.

... You turned, and clambered back through the vent. It took no time at all to re-emerge back in the regular facility... back to the whiteness, the cleanliness, the perfect and fake.

...

You had no idea why he’d reacted the way he had to that sound. What did it mean? You trailed your hand along the wall as you walked, making your way through the halls back to your chamber, the floor smooth and faultless under your bare soles. Was it... some kind of warning? An alert system? Was he running toward something, or away fr-

“subject.” 

- You almost jumped out of your fucking skin.

You were never sure where Sans’ voice was coming from. It always seemed to just spontaneously exist all around you, disembodied and impossible to describe, surrounding you on all sides as if emanating from the air in the building itself. No matter how hard you searched you could never seem to find any speakers on the cold, unfriendly white walls or floor... just further adding to the confusion and dream-like quality of this whole place. You clutched your chest, taking a little breath, trying to disguise the wild flinch that you’d just experienced.

“Y-yeah?” You said, smooth as always, and totally completely not-startled.

Sans always heard you, no matter how quietly you spoke- and judging by passing comments he’d made he always seemed to be able to see you and your expression. God, you hoped he couldn’t read the panic in your face.

“the facility is in night cycle.” Calm, emotionless, slightly autotuned, as per usual... but a little softer than the norm. “why are you out of your relaxation chamber?”

You glanced up at the nearest camera, a small black orb close to the ceiling with a gently blinking blue light.

...

“I-I can’t sleep.” Was all you could think of.

...

“... perhaps it will be easier to sleep... if you are reclined in a position, in which you can actually sleep. you should return to your chamber.”

“... I’m just walking around.” You kept moving, hoping he wouldn’t think about where you’d come from. “I mean... N-not all of us have a ‘go to sleep instantly’ button. I’m clearing my head. I’m fine, I'm on my way back anyway.”

...

“you’re stammering. your heart rate is elevated.”

Shit. Shit. No, it’s-

“... did you experience a nightmare?”

...

“O-oh. Yeah. Uhm...” You rubbed the back of your neck, eyes drifting down to the floor. “You know about those?”

“i have access to the combined entirety of human knowledge. yes, i am aware of nightmares.”

“W-well... yeah. Yes. I... had one. I’m walking it off.”

... A pause, on his part. 

...

“... i can turn the lights back on. if... you’d like to walk around.”

“No thank you. It’ll just make me feel more awake.”

“i see. ... well. i need to complete some more system reboots. i will be partially offline again. if... you need me, just call.”

“Okay. Sure. I will.”

[shadyteacup]

Part two of Partners

Tw: None..only some fluff..

A plethora of muffled noises filled your ears. It felt as though you had been under water for as long as you remember, and had just peeked at the surface.  Your eyes were still closed, but you could see a white light above the surface. You push yourself to swim to the edge, towards that light. As you swam closer, the noises became clearer. Louder. It hurt your head. But you had to continue forward. So you pushed yourself to the surface.

Finally opening your eyes, it felt as though you had broken through the surface that was trapping you in a deep slumber. You were no longer under water. The voices became much clearer. You could hear multiple people. Some of whom you recognized.

You took in a deep breath, feeling the crisp air around you.

"Y/N?"

A silky voice said, right next to you.

You peered your eyes open a little more, fighting the sting of the brightness of your surroundings.

You could see a pale ceiling. And smell antiseptic. You were in the hospital.

Looking to your side, you were met with concerned brown orbs.

"Hey.." You smile at him.

All of a sudden, he hugs you. He buries his head in your neck, whispering an almost inaudible, "I almost lost you.."

You froze. You could smell his cologne. It was refreshing. Soft brown hair tickled your face as he stayed like that for a while. You didn't know what to do. You and Dazai have been friends for a really long time, and have hugged before. But this time it felt different. It felt deep and meaningful. You just stayed there, letting the feeling of his warm breath on your neck, his strong arms around your shoulders, and the concerned, timid tone of his voice sink in.

Abruptly pulling back, he stands up straight, facing away from you. Placing his hands in his pockets, he mumbles,

"I'll tell the others."

With that, he was out of the room in an instant.

You were so confused. Did he just hug you? Does he care about you? Did he fear losing you?

And what's this warm feeling? Do you like him?? Well, ofcourse you like him. But does he like you too?

"You're awake!"

Kunikida strides in, followed shortly by Yosano and Ranpo.

"I'm so glad!", Yosano says as she hugs you, kissing your cheek.

You hug her back, smiling at them.

"Hey, guys!"

Ranpo was quietly watching you.

"Hey Ranpo San.. "

He acknowledged you with a nod.

"Is everything ok??", you ask, worried about him.

His green eyes bore into yours.

"I was worried about you. Don't do that again. I missed you."

That was huge coming from him.

"Come here" you open your arms, inviting him for a hug.

You hugged the emerald eyed man child; Yosano forcefully pulling Kunikida along with her to join you guys. You lot bonded over a group hug.

"Y/N San!! Are you OK! I was so worried! I'm so glad you're awake!"

Atsushi rushed into the room, followed by Kyoka and Kenji, hot on his heels.

He and Kenji joined in the hug.The usually conserved Kyoka also jumped into the hug. You kissed their tiny heads, telling them how much you had missed them.

A few moments later, the president walked in, carrying a cup of tea for you. He said that he was glad that you were feeling better. The tea he had gotten had healing qualities, so he pretty much forced it down your throat.

"President, about the case.. What happened?"

The president filled you in.

The girl you two encountered, Sakura Yagami, wasn't the one that was kidnapped. She was an ability user who could mess with minds. She wasn't very experienced, but she had mastered the art of making her opponents see a different face when they saw her, making them believe that she was someone else entirely. Her height and build matched that of the girl that was taken. She used her ability to manipulate your mind, and make you believe that she looked like Aiko, the missing girl.

Sakura had used the help of light and shadows to mask majority of her features. Afterall, the ambush had taken place in a dark, abandoned warehouse, where there were no artificial sources of light. This resulted in half of her features being hidden in the shadows, making it difficult for Dazai, who wasn't affected by her ability, to recognize a different face. Most of the time, Dazai stayed behind Ito and Sakura, and hence never got a chance to properly inspect her facial features.

Meanwhile, Aiko has been kept in some hideout. The ability users will shortly be interviewed, and hopefully, the location of the missing girl will be known.

"I see. So she was the mastermind of the entire fiasco, not Ito."

"Correct."

The president then excused himself, along with Yosano and Ranpo, who had to carry out the interrogation.

Atsushi and Kyoka were forced out by Kunikida, who believed that they would only cause ruckus in here.

"Have you talked to Dazai yet?"

He asked you.

"Yes, and no."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I did get to say hi, but didn't get a chance to say anything more.."

"I see... He was very worried. The most worried, actually."

Oh?

"I'll go get him."

Kunikida left to get Dazai. He didn't return, only sending Dazai to the room.

Dazai walked into the room with a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes.

"Y/N! Don't tell Kunikida, but I stole his glasses "

You giggled.

"You really don't change, do you?"

He grinned boyishly at you.

"Never!"

You hesitate to ask him, but you do anyways.

"Dazai, why were you so worried about me?"

He blinked for a moment, processing what you had asked him, choosing his next words carefully.

"Because you are a valued member of the organization, ofcourse!"

Your heart sank at his words. Maybe you had overthought. Maybe it was just one sided. You had always liked him. He had a certain aura around him that dragged you in. But you were never able to guage whether he liked you back. So you never said anything. You understood him, in a way. The darkness that he tries so hard to hide, is pretty easy to notice for you.

You have been through quite a lot, seen a lot, and have experienced a similar darkness. You used to be a part of that darkness too. But not anymore. Now, you were trying to heal. And so was he. You thought you understood him to a deep level, because you both were going through the same process; the process of healing. But maybe, you were reading a little too much. Maybe, there isn't anything in between the lines. Maybe, he doesn't get you, or maybe you don't get him at all.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason!", there it was. Your own mask. Dazai was amazing at hiding his emotions behind a façade. But so were you.

"Ne, Dazai, what are you going to do with those glasses? Do you have anything planned? I want to join in the prank!"

You say, grinning at him.

He stays silent, observing your face.

"What are you thinking?"

He moves closer to you, seating himself on the chair next to your bed.

"Y/N.. I.."

His heart was thumping in his chest. It was beating so hard, he felt that at any second, it would jump out and start dancing on the floor.

He had seen your expressions just now. It was just for a split second, but you had let your guard down, and a variety of emotions had run through your eyes. He had seen that. He had seen the slight disappointment in your eyes when he had closed himself up from you.

Nobody understood him the way you did. Whenever he was having a bad day, you would always cheer him up. And not always in a traditional way, either. You could read his feelings. He felt like an open book when you were around. He couldn't hide his thoughts from you, even if he tried. You would accurately gauge what he was feeling, and do whatever you deemed would make him feel good. And it always worked. Sometimes, it was a random walk at 3 am, when he would text you telling you that he couldn't sleep.. Sometimes it was some stupid prank that you would devise, roping him in, and relieving him of the pent up stress he was experiencing. At other times, you would randomly show up at his house, carrying cans of crab, or bottles of sake and beer , distracting him from his dark thoughts. He didn't know how you managed to do that, how you always knew that he needed you, and what you needed to do to make him feel better. He really cherished having you in his life.

He had harbored a crush on you for months now. He hadn't said a word about it, fearing that all you felt for him were friendly feelings. He always held himself back, and had to control his urge to shout his feelings for you from the top of some building. He liked you so much, he knew it was love. Lord, you hadn't even started dating yet! Still, he knew he loved you. You are a unique, amazing person, and he couldn't imagine his life without you in it. So when you were hurt today, when you passed out from the pain, he almost lost it. He couldn't think straight. He doesn't even remember what he did afterwards. All he remembers is thinking ,'Please be ok, please be ok ' on repeat. His sole purpose was to get you to safety. When you had finally gained consciousness, he had let all his guards down. He couldn't help the overflow of relief that flooded his body at that moment. So he hugged you.

He thought that maybe this is the right moment to finally tell you how he truly felt. But what if you don't like him back?

No. He had seen your expressions. You could read him easily, but he could read you too. He knew now, for a fact, that you felt the same way. He had seen it on your face. But what if he's wrong?

Well, one must take a chance to know the result.

"I like you, Y/N."

He finally says.

You look at him wide eyed. Then start laughing.

"You're scaring me."

You wipe your tears.

"No, please don't misunderstand... I like you too! Oh my God, I was so worried! I thought you didn't like me back..."

You continued laughing. Dazai sighed in relief, happy to know that his feelings were reciprocated.

"How long have you liked me, Dazai?"

You ask him.

"How long have you liked me, Y/N?"

He countered.

"Ha! Don't turn the question on me! Answer me, first!"

Dazai stuck his tongue out, shaking his head like a child.

"No way. I bet you have been liking me for over a year now. I'm so charming, afterall!"

You gasp at that.

"Don't tell me.... you've been liking me for months now, haven't you!"

"Hah?? I never said that!"

"Oh, but you made it quite clear!"

"How so?!"

"You said 'you must've liked me for a year'!"

Dazai scoffed.

"That  doesn't prove anything!"

"It does! You tried to quote a time period greater than yours, to seem superior!" You exclaim, pointing your finger at him.

"It's simple psychology. You should know this by now.", you say smugly, smirking at him.

"You're a terrible person reader!"

"Seriously? 'Person reader'? Improve your vocabulary."

"Haah?! You tell me what it's called, then!"

"It doesn't matter what I say! You suck!" You stick your tongue out this time.

You two are children, I swear.

"I suppose you leave me no other choice."

Dazai smirks, leaning closer to you.

"Oh? And what are you going to do exactly? You lost. Accept it-"

He shut you up with a kiss.

Your face flushes a deep red, but you don't miss the light red that coated his cheeks.

"You're blushing!" , you say.

"That's funny coming from you!"

"I'm not blushing, idiot.. "

Dazai pinches your cheeks.

"Aww.. is my baby embarrassed?"

You push his hand away, annoyed at his antics.

"Oh my, you really are embarrassed! How cute of-"

This time, you shut him up. With a kiss. A slightly more heated one.

He just stares at you with wide eyes, a deep red tint on his face.

You smirk at him, proudly announcing your win.

You two continued bickering, until a nurse had forcefully shoved Dazai out, as he wasn't letting you take rest.

[nottheweirdest]

Day 2: Stargazing

Little late on this, but couldn't resist. :-) This isn't tied to any of my AUs or anything, just a lil ramble. Hope you like it <3

The air was crisp and cool, laced with the scent of damp, fallen leaves that rustled and crunched as Sonic shifted and pressed himself closer to his partner’s warmth. The dark arm wrapped around his side held him tighter, gloved hand rubbing against peach fur in a further attempt to warm the chilled hedgehog.

“We can go inside if you want,” Shadow offered, voice soft against the quiet night.

“And miss the show?” Sonic said with a quick shake of his head. “No way.”

“Let me at least go get you a blanket--”

“You’re my blanket.”

Shadow grumbled, but relented, choosing instead to press as much of his body as he could against his partner.

They lay quietly for a while, each gazing up at the stars, waiting for the first sign that the night’s meteor shower had finally arrived. The thick picnic blanket they rested on was soft, and smelled faintly of Shadow’s laundry detergent, like lavender fields soaked in sun.

Sonic’s eyelids drooped, soothed and relaxed by the warmth of his most cherished person, the calm fall evening, and familiar scent of his lover.

“When you were little,” Shadow said gently, breaking the silence, “what did you think stars were?” The hybrid paused for a moment, hand still gently caressing Sonic’s arm. “I never knew them for anything other than what they were. There was no magic. No mysticism, just fact and science.”

Sonic paused, caught off guard by the unexpected question. He took in the flickering orbs, billions of miles away, scattered across the crystal clear sky like diamond dust on black and thought back. “When I was really small, I thought they were fireflies that flew too high. Like they got stuck up there somehow and couldn’t get back down.”

Shadow chuckled softly, the sound ruffling fur as the agent kissed the top of Sonic’s head. “That’s very cute.”

Sonic was quiet, eyes still focused upwards. When he spoke again, his voice was so soft it was almost indiscernible. “Sometimes, even though I know what they are now, I like to think they’re people who’ve passed looking in on us from time to time. Like Cosmo, like--”

“Maria,” Shadow sighed. A corner of his mouth tilted upwards in a bittersweet smile as he remembered his friend. “That sounds like something she would have said.”

“Great minds.”

“Hmm, though Maria would be more than a star. She was charismatic. She was brilliantly bright. She was dazzling--”

“Like that?” Sonic said, pointing upwards as the first meteor tracked across the sky in a delicate celestial thread.

“More like--” Shadow started and then stopped. Above a handful of falling stars tracked across the horizon, quickly followed by dozens more, until the sky was nothing but streaks and bursts of light.

Sonic’s mouth fell open in awe. “Like that?” he asked.

Shadow swallowed hard against the push of love and wonder that threatened to burst from his chest. “Yes. Just like that.”

[gamergirl929]

Inner Battle (USWNT x Reader)

Anonymous Request: if you are comfortable writing it could i possibly get a team x baby reader where they are suspicious and eventually find out shes anorexic because she passes out during training and they help her recover (especially chris, tobin cause they're like her mums)

This one is heavy guys, read at your own risk. 

Mentions of Anorexia 

“Has Y/N been a little... Off lately?” Kelley whispers to Alex, the pair watching as you run down field, obviously winded, your legs quaking slightly.  

Alex hums, watching as you skid to a halt, wiping your sweat covered forehead with your sleeve.  

“You guys noticed it too?” Mallory asks as she makes her way to the bench grabbing her water, brown orbs darting to where you are on field.  

Christen jogs over to you, her hand resting gently on your back.  

“Hey, are you alright?” She asks, Tobin and Ali quick to join her.

It seemed as if everyone had noticed your predicament, something you had hoped they wouldn’t catch on to.  

You nodded.  

“Ye-Yeah, I’m fine.” You plaster on a fake smile, the three women sharing a glance.  

“Don’t act tough Y/N, if you’re not you can take a break.” Megan ruffles your hair and you smile.  

“I’m okay, really.”  

Christen and Tobin again share a worried glance, the two knowing full well that you’re FAR from fine.  

“Still, go get some water, okay?” Christen curls a wisp of hair behind your ear and you smile.  

“Yes mom.”

Tobin gives your cheek a pat, the pair watching as you jog towards the benches. 

“She’s lying, isn’t she?” Tobin whispers, earning a nod from the woman beside her.  

“Yeah, definitely.”  

Christen hums, remembering the incident that very same morning.  

                                                         ***

You take a seat at the table, Christen frowning when she sees only a biscuit covered with jelly and butter on your plate.  

She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, Kelley does.  

“That’s all you’re eating?” She asks curiously, the forward across from you immediately noticing the spark of fear in your Y/E/C orbs.  

“Ye-Yeah, I’m just not hungry.”  

“You didn’t eat much dinner last night either.” Emily comments nonchalantly, again Christen spots that spark of fear in your eyes.  

“Just haven't had much of an appetite recently.” You shrug, plastering on a fake smile that Tobin immediately picks up on when she takes a seat beside Christen, the two sharing a glance.  

“Still, you have to eat kid.” Ashlyn plops down in the seat beside you, ruffling your hair.  

“Yeah, if you want to get big and strong like US!” Kelley flexes, earning an eye roll from Alex.  

“I wouldn’t say BIG...” She teases, the defender gasping.  

“And what is THAT supposed to mean JANICE!?”  

“Exactly what it sounds like, WORM.”  

The two women begin bickering, thankfully forgetting about you, but of course there are two people who don’t forget about you, that being Christen Press and Tobin Heath, the two watching you worriedly.  

“Something’s wrong...” Christen whispers, earning a nod from Tobin.  

“Yeah, there is.”  

The two watch you pick at your food before forgetting it entirely, the biscuit on your plate only having a single bite taken out of it.  

                                                         ***

“Kid, you need to sit down, you look pale.” Ashlyn frowns, brushing your hair out of your face.  

You shake your head.  

“Seriously, I’m fine.” You shake your head, moving back towards the field, suddenly you stop in your tracks, hands shaking.  

“Hey, what’s wro-

Lindsey stops midsentence when you collapse, everyone rushing towards you, but of course, the first to get to you are Christen and Tobin.  

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Tobin cups your cheek, frowning when she feels just how sunken in your cheek is.  

“Christ.” Kelley frowns, as she pulls you into her lap, the defender realizing just how thin you actually are.  

“She’s so skinny...” Alex runs a hand down your arm, the others quick to notice just how much weight you’d lost.  

“EMS is on their way.” Vlatko says as he drops down beside you, he and the women surrounding him worriedly waiting for the ambulance to arrive.  

                                                         ***

The first thing that alerts you to the fact that you’re conscious is the beeping of a machine beside you, the second is the fact that your mouth is INCREDIBLY dry. 

Your eyes crack open, the bright lights above you making your head throb.  

You wince.  

“Too bright...” You mumble, your hoarse whisper making those in the room jump to their feet.  

“Y/N, here.” Christen whispers, slipping a straw between your parted lips, the cool water soothing your sore throat.  

“Easy.” Tobin whispers as you sit up, grimacing, your hand on your head.  

“What happened?” You ask, your eyes eventually opening, as much as they can, the bright light making your head pound.  

Your vision eventually clears, over twenty pairs of worried eyes on you.  

“You fainted.” Christen whispers, brushing your hair out of your face and you swallow hard, grimacing, the ache in your stomach incredibly prominent.  

You glance away, ashamed.  

“Oh...”  

Everyone in the room glances at one another, Christen taking your hand as she takes a deep breath.  

“Y/N, you can tell us anything, you know that, right?” She whispers and you nod, unable to look the woman in the eye.  

“I know...” You mumble, everyone looking at you expectantly.  

Tobin cups your cheek, your eyes locking with hers.  

“Talk to us.” She whispers.

Those three words open the floodgates, tears welling up in your eyes before sliding down your cheeks.  

Christen and Tobin wrap their arms around you, Christen whispering in your ear as she rids your cheeks of tears, but more come, an endless amount of the salty droplets escaping your eyes.  

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You whisper, Christen shushing you as she holds you close.  

Your remaining teammates circle the bed, getting as close as they can, their hands on you in some way, tears in nearly every one of their eyes.  

“You did nothing wrong sweetie.” Julie whispers, giving your foot a squeeze.  

“Whatever it is, we’re here Y/N.” Kelley whispers, Alex taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.  

“We always will be.”  

You nod, the taste of bile on the back of your tongue, just at the thought of telling the women in the room what you’d been hiding from them.  

“I-

You swallow hard, shaking your head.  

“I don’t want you to hate me...” You mumble, Tobin kissing your temple.  

“We could NEVER hate you.” Ali says, frowning sadly.  

You nod, taking a deep breath, the taste of bile filling your mouth.  

“I-I...” You shake your head. “I haven’t been eating.” You confess, fidgeting nervously under their gaze.  

“I just... I don’t...” You close your eyes, swallowing hard.  

“I don’t like how I look. I’m just so...” You shake your head, unable to close your mouth, the words spilling out.  

“I’m just, I’m just so fat and-

“Y/N.”  

Your mouth snaps shut, your Y/E/C orbs wide and full of tears as they lock with Tobin’s equally tear filled brown orbs.  

“You’re beautiful Y/N.” She whispers, Christen nodding as she runs her fingers through your hair.  

“We love you so much Y/N.” She says softly.  

“And we’re here for you.” Kelley adds.  

“No matter what.” Alex gives your hand a squeeze.  

Your bottom lip trembles as you let out a sob.  

“I thought I had it under control... I thought I...” You shake your head. “I saw a comment on Insta and I... I relapsed.”  

Ashlyn runs a gentle hand down your back.  

“That can happen Y/N, you have to understand, you’re more than this, you’re more than your eating disorder.”  

Hearing that you let out another sob, your body trembling.  

Soon you’re surrounded by your teammates, your family, everyone rallying around you, encasing you in a group hug.  

“We’re so proud of you Y/N, and we’re going to get through this together, okay?” Megan whispers, the gentleness in her voice making you turn towards her, the softness in her and everyone else's eyes making your heart swell in your chest.  

“Promise?” You whisper, each and every one of them nodding.  

“We promise.”  

You turn to Christen, the forward smiling softly as she presses a kiss to your forehead, Tobin at the same time kissing your cheek.  

“We’re not going anywhere and we believe in you.”  

You sniffle more tears cascading down your cheeks as you bury yourself in your family’s embrace.  

“I love you guys so much.”  

“We love you too.”

[five-rivers]

Loved 8

Danny found himself without human senses or even a rough analogue of a human body. Even so, he still had an understanding of his surroundings, alien senses leaving impressions on his mind.

His body was soft, boneless, rounded, unformed. He was intimately connected to, part of, and entirely surrounded by an infinitely greater being, whom he was dependent on. He was known, all of him, by this being.

If he’d had eyes to cry with, he would have, knowing that he would never be able to know this being as he himself was known.

Amusement and affection – or, at least, things that were like them – pressed into him as the being contracted around him. An object was inserted into the single orifice he currently possessed.

Slowly, Danny became aware of an intense… discomfort in that area. He couldn’t call it pain. He currently had no sense of pain. But he could feel it and he didn’t like it and it was growing—

He woke up, tangled in blankets, skin slick with sweat, head and teeth aching.

Except, he didn’t. He was in the Dream. But if he were in the Dream, what had that been?

Already, many of the details were slipping through his fingers. He could no longer recapture what he had felt, although the general events were still somewhat clear.

He… had sleeping here somehow peeled back the layers of metaphor through which he experienced the Dream? Or had that just been a different metaphor, no truer than this one?

He sat up – or, rather, he tried to. An unexpected weight around neck stalled him. Overnight, the chain of Clockwork’s Love for him (and his Love for Clockwork in return) had more than doubled in size. It had also been reinforced by thick, colorful, silk ropes wound in and out of the links as well as other, smaller, chains.

There were also two of them, now, leading in opposite directions. As if Clockwork’s Love was simply too great to be confined to a single representation.

More carefully this time, Danny sat up. At least the collar, despite being far, far heavier, was no longer configured like a neck brace. Danny could turn his head to look at things.

The dog, evidently sensing an opportunity, deposited itself in Danny’s lap. Danny, not knowing what else to do, started petting it, running fingers through shadowy fur. He had always wanted a dog. Although, he didn’t remember telling Clockwork that…

“Maybe I should name you,” said Danny. He wasn’t sure how he felt about naming a personification of his hate, but he wasn’t sure if that’s what the dog was, or if the dog was just a container for his hate. It was confusing. “How about Cujo?”

The dog wagged its tail agreeably.

“Cujo it is, then.” He sighed and looked around the room. It didn’t have a door or any other visible opening. Honestly, in comparison to everything else he’d experienced in the Dream, that was pretty pedestrian. He supposed he’d just have to wait until Clockwork came back.

Maybe he could take a look at some of those interesting objects along the wall in the meantime? Something in his mind whispered that they were his and they were toys. They could take his mind off the pain building in his jaw and temples.

He stood up and walked almost all the way to the edge of the depression in the floor before being brought up short. He stumbled and sat down abruptly. What-?

The end of the chain was buried in the floor at the center of the depression.

Oh. Well. This whole room was part of Clockwork, too, so Danny really shouldn’t be surprised. It wasn’t like the chain hadn’t acted like a chain before.

Still.

Being forcibly trapped in, well, a crib was infantilizing. Not that everything else about all of this wasn’t. This just seemed like a step further.

The collar hummed lightly against Danny’s throat, eliciting a croon as he reflexively attempted to harmonize. The act settled him somewhat, and he gazed blankly at the runes surrounding the depression. The drop between the depression and the rest of the floor was too high for him to get over by himself anyway… no, that wasn’t right… couldn’t be… he couldn’t see the runes if that was the case, he’d be too short… but the lip there was definitely too tall, he knew it…

He tore his eyes away, squeezing them shut against his suddenly raging headache. The dog, Cujo, padded over to him and sniffed him gently. Danny whined, trying not to cry.

It looks like your horns might be growing in as well, said Clockwork’s avatar, running a hand through Danny’s hair. Poor baby. Teeth and horns all at once. That must hurt.

“Horns? Like Nocturne?”

Yes. They will help you navigate the other layers of the Dream once they are fully grown. With practice.

Danny let Clockwork’s avatar lift his head, resting his chin in its palm. “Layers of the Dream?”

You did not think the Dream was as simple in structure as that place you call reality, did you, little Love? This place you have become familiar with is only the closest layer to that place, no matter how deep you go.

“But—” said Danny, trying to work out how that could be. The answer slotted itself neatly into Danny’s mind. “It’s… like a tesseract?”

More than that, but essentially, yes. The avatar was gathering blankets around Danny again, swaddling him. Danny squeaked and tried to twist away, but the avatar easily anticipated him, and the fight quickly went out of him.

Danny was carried from the room and brought to a long table covered in bowls. The bowls contained pastel orbs of various sizes and colors. A single piece of furniture shaped like a basket woven of silver strips sat next to it. Clockwork’s avatar set him down gently on this piece of furniture and several of the strips peeled off to wrap securely around Danny.

Time for breakfast, said the avatar, happily.

Mentally and emotionally, it was easier to eat the orbs than the obviously alive things of his previous meal. Physically…

Danny asked why the orbs were so tough and difficult to chew. The avatar murmured something about practicing using his teeth. Danny wasn’t exactly in a position to refuse, so he was filled to satiation and beyond, until every piece of food on the table had been eaten.

By the time Clockwork’s avatar lifted him again, he felt exhausted and disgusting.

“Can I go home now?” he asked.

You are home.

“You know what I mean.”

It would be remiss of me to let you go when you are still in so much pain. Besides, sleep is necessary for children such as yourself to properly digest food.

“Don’t want to sleep,” said Danny, alarmed. He didn’t want to go back to the place he was before, where he could not see, hear, smell, taste, or touch.

That is not the only place you may go, said the avatar. In fact, it is rather unlikely for you to return there unless you do so on purpose. It touched the place where one of Danny’s horns would eventually bud. It was tender and Danny whined. Which is not something you can yet do. It paused. Perhaps I could guide you to a… cozy layer. One you might find educational. Would you like that?

“I wanna go home. I feel icky.”

I will set up a bath for you when you wake up.

Danny moaned and tried to tuck his face into the avatar’s shoulder. “Don’t want a bath.”

You do need one eventually.

“Don’t wanna.”

The avatar lowered Danny back into the nest of blankets.

Sleep well.

Danny woke up. This time in an actual crib. A mobile with star shapes hung overhead. He reached up with a chubby baby hand. A medical bracelet jingled around his wrist.

With some difficulty, his hands lacking dexterity, he turned the bracelet over. The writing there was incomprehensible and made him slightly dizzy. He huffed and rolled over before pushing himself up onto hands and knees.

The room he was in was dark, and far more defined than he was used to in the Dream. He could see picture frames on the walls and clocks. Every wall had at least one clock.

He grabbed the top of the crib railing and pulled himself up into a standing position. The rest of the room looked normal. Lived in.

The door opened, letting light in. A figure walked through the doorway and picked Danny up.

“You’re awake already! Ready for the day?”

“Clockwork?” squeaked Danny.

“Hmm, yes. But there’s something else you can call me here, hm?” The figure shifted, light falling on a feminine face and long hair.

“Mama?” tried Danny.

“There we go,” she said.

“Where are we?” asked Danny, lisping his words slightly. He wasn’t sure he had teeth right now. He put his hand in his mouth, feeling his gums. “’s different here.”

“Yes,” said Clockwork, walking out into a hallway. It was bright. There were clocks here, too, evenly spaced on the walls. Danny hid his face. “Oopsie daisy. Too bright, baby?”

“Mhm,” said Danny.

Clockwork balanced Danny on her hip and fiddled with a dimmer switch. The lights dimmed to a more comfortable level. “I’m sorry, baby. I keep forgetting about your eyes.”

“What about my eyes?”

“You’re photosensitive. That’s what the bracelet is for. You need low light.”

“Mama?”

“Hm?”

“What is this place?”

“Ah,” said Clockwork, putting him in a highchair. “A world within the Dream. Once,” she punctuated the word by clipping Danny into the seat, “it was much like the place you were first born. But we came to understand it completely and everything that thought or dreamed opened themselves to us. We engulfed it, brought it here. Now everyone is happy.”

Clockwork put a sippy cup on the little table on the highchair and then several pieces of cereal. Danny didn’t recognize the brand.

“Do I have to?”

“You need energy for today,” said Clockwork.

“But I just ate so much.”

“Not here. Come on, sweetheart. It’s just a little bit.” Clockwork sat down in one of the chairs at the dinning room table, brushing her hair over her shoulder. She smiled. “Isn’t this nice?”

Danny shrugged.

“I know you don’t care for the other part of the Dream, that you find it frightening, so… If you like this place, you can stay here. It’s just like the other place. The one you like. Would you like that?”

“My friends are there.”

“I can bring them here. It’ll be difficult, but very possible.”

Danny shook his head. Clockwork sighed.

“Well. Let’s just see how this day goes before you decide. Maybe you’ll like being here so much you’ll never want to leave at all. Give it a chance. Just for one day, okay?”

“Okay,” mumbled Danny.

“And that means eating your breakfast.” She ruffled Danny’s hair. “Okie-dokie?”

“’Kay.”

Clockwork smiled, eyes crinkling. “We’re going to have so much fun today, just see!”

[onceupona-chaos]

Feathers and dawn (part II)

Day 18 of Elriel month/ Teach me how to fly

You can read part I here.

"Spread your wings." 

The moment Elain opened her wings, the cold, impetuous wind hit them, and the full impact made her lose balance, almost falling backwards. Instead, she met Azriel's chest, his hands tightened on her waist, and her body went cold and hot all at once.

This time Elain did stop breathing. 

WC: 4164/ Warnings: Language

(I had so much fun writing this! As usual, sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Sorry for any typos as well, but I can't look at it anymore lol)

Elain had held that light inside of her with everything she got, and even so it came close to controlling her rather than the other way around.

She still could feel it, not the light that shone so bright to blind someone's eyes, but more like a gracious flame of a candle in her chest. But that was nothing compared to how the muscles on her back burned.

When her eyes cracked open, she was half expectant that all of it had been a delirious dream or one of those visions that still hunted her from time to time. But then she tried to move to a sit position, and a scream escaped from her throat at the very, very real pain punishing her upper body.

Her entire back was sore, and she could feel a complex extension of muscles - from her neck to the end of her spine - that was now linked to two massive weights coming out of her shoulder blades.

Excruciating, blinding pain.

Elain didn't notice the tears falling down her cheeks, couldn't even hear the sounds coming out of her own mouth.

Strong, calloused hands were pushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead a second later, and then Azriel’s beautiful face was there.

He was like a hiding spot in the middle of a storm, anchoring her from her agony, even though his expression was contorted in worry.

Azriel's eyes were wild, lips forming her name, but she couldn't hear a sound. Pain was all she knew, making her senses numbed.

Black dots started to dance in front of her eyes, her head getting light, and hazel ones full of terror was the last thing she saw before the world bleed into darkness again.

_______________

The next time Elain emerged to consciousness, first she smelled the leafy odor of salvia. Then the feeling of gentle, experienced hands massaged the line of her spine while she was lying on her stomach.

Heavy eyelids opened to the Velaris sunset, shades of pink and purple coloring the blue sky were visible through the familiar floor to ceiling windows, making her recognize her room in the river house.

Elain caught a movement from the corner of her eyes, and she inclined her head slightly to see Azriel, kneeling beside her bed, worry still printed in his face, but his eyes filled with relief now.

His hair was in complete disarray, the dark locks pointed in different directions as if he had run his hands through it repeatedly.

“You’re awake,” he breathed.

Those hands, unfamiliar hands, were still rubbing her exposed back, the gentle touch soothing the pain.

“That’s Majda, she’s almost finishing.” Azriel must have sensed her confusion. “How’s the pain?”

Her mouth was dry and it was an effort just to make words come out of it. “Tolerable” she said, voice raw.

He just nodded and then they fell in a comfortable silence. It was always like this with him - no need for empty words.

Azriel just stayed there in his vigil, shadows curling around his ankles, watching her with those familiar hazel eyes. Not the blazing gold of Cassian's, but rather an embrace shared between warm brown and stark gray, with hues of emerald green that would stand out according to his mood.

Eyes as complex as Azriel's himself, candidly observing her whilst Majda worked, her hands putting the exact amount of pressure to soothe her muscles, the salvia tuning the sharp pain into a dull ache. She didn't touch Elain's wings.

Wings.

Even with their weights on her back, even with the feeling of that warm power in her chest, Elain still was prone to believe it all had been a dream if it wasn't for the pain.

When Majda finished the healing massage, she merely told them she'd come back the next few days to do it again.

The bedroom’s door clicked shut, and Elain was already trying to get up, Azriel immediately protesting, "You should stay in bed.”

"I want to see them" was her only reply. She needed to see, to look at them. To know they were real.

"Your muscles aren't strong enough to support the new weight -"

Indeed, when she tried to stand, her balance wavered and she toppled forward.

Azriel caught her before she could fall on her face, hauling her up. Gently, one of his hands passed behind her knees, the other around her waist, and he scooped her up.

Elain let her head fall against his chest, breathing his scent as he walked through the room. A few moments later, far more than was necessary to reach her mirror, he put her down, but remained close.

She didn't see her pale face or even care about the fact that she was wearing nothing, but a nightgown that reached the middle of her thighs. Not when two massive wings rested on the floor behind her, the soft, white feathers touching the carpet.

Elain turned around to see her back, to see the point where the skin ended and the feathering began.

They were beautiful.

But she never had felt more unworthy of something. She couldn’t even hold them up, couldn't even lift them from the ground. It had been so exhausting spent months trapped in that murky realm, visions blending together with reality, that she hadn’t want find out what else the Cauldron had given her, hadn't want to touch that flame burning in her chest, not when her own body felt foreign and now -

Only when she felt tears dripping onto her chest, Elain realized she was crying, exhaustion falling upon her as a blanket, covering her to the bones.

She stood there for enough time that the next time Azriel spoke, she had almost forgotten he was there.

Almost.

Because she always seemed to sense whenever he was around.

"I will teach you everything."

It didn't sound like an offer at all. His words were a promise.

Slowly she turned from the mirror to face him - and nearly sobbed at how lovely and fiercely his eyes were, almost shining with sheer compassion.

Compassion for her, yes. But also for an Illyrian boy who didn't know how to fly, who found himself all alone in a war camp long ago. "I'll be with you and I'll teach you everything."

She didn’t know what to say, what to make of everything. So Elain only took his hand, interlacing their fingers and squeezing firmly.

But then, a thought struck her. "Truth-Teller," she gasped.

A smile curved his lips. "It's with me," he said. "I went back to the Cave. Turns out, without the Orb, the wards were gone."

Relief washed over her. And guilty.

"I'm sorry. I should - ."

Before she could finish her sentence, Elain was again in his arms. Azriel chuckled, but hadn't missed how heavy her eyelids were getting. "Not your fault. You weren't exactly in position to remember it," he said while gently carrying her back to bed.

But before he could lay down the mattress, he stopped by the side of the bed, and turned to look at her. Every ounce of amusement gone.

"I thought…" his words died and he shook his head.

No trace of that mask he so often used, no sign of his usually neutral expression.

The look on his face was Azriel in his most raw state. And she could see it.

I thought I had lost you.

She wished she wasn't so tired as she buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed, "I know."

He nodded. He understood.

He murmured as he lay her in the bed, "Sleep. I still owe Nesta an explanation."

Elain smiled sleepily, and mumbled, "Good luck."

Just when darkness came to claim her once again, Elain felt the ghost touch of a light kiss in her temple and the smell of mist and cedar. ___________

The next day, Elain was sitting at her usual spot by the window of the living room in the river house, the Orb laying on a desk right in the center of the room. What was unusual, however, was the many pairs of eyes glued to her.

Cassian's jaw was still on the floor by the time Amren, the last one to arrive, entered the room. Even her face went a bit slack when she took in the wings and some emotion sparkled in her silver eyes.

Elain tried not to blush, but all that attention wasn't helping.

Although Feyre had helped her before to retract and summon her wings, which she was grateful for, Elain didn't want to summon them in front of everyone, so she decided to just get straight to the point.

She didn’t know how Azriel explained what had happened to the others, especially to Nesta. But given the look on her face fixed on Rhysand and on the spymaster, a perfect I Will Slay My Enemies look, according to Cassian, Elain wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

But as for now Azriel just held her sister's gaze, his face neutral.

"So…" Cassian began, waving a hand towards her wings. "What the hell?"

"I think what he's trying to ask you is," Nesta gave a look at her mate. "Where did those come from?"

Elain took a deep breath. "Well..." She bit her lip, trying to choose her words in order to make sense. "After I found out what I was, I've never accessed the full extension of my powers. I knew the Cauldron had given me something else,something more, but I didn't want to find out what it was."

Rhysand asked, "Why."

"Because I was too scared," She replied honestly. That was all she could say. She didn't want to, didn't know if she could relive those days when she couldn't tell reality and dreams apart.

She glimpsed at Azriel, who was at the corner of the room, sorrow shining on his face while he gave her a reassurance nod.

"So when I grabbed the Orb, it… whatever powers I have just grumbled in answer, as if they were the same… they came to the surface. It tried to stop them, push them back, to let go of the Orb, but I couldn't… it trapped me"

"That's because they are the same," Amren said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Elain understood what lay on her eyes: recognition.

"What wicked sort of plans the Cauldron may have for the three of you," Amren went on, nodding to Elain and her sisters.

"Amren," Rhysand said, the voice of the High Lord. "If you know something, just tell us."

The petite female gave him a hard look, before turning to Elain. "The Cauldron didn't make you any Seer." Amren tilted her head, studied Elain. "He also happened to make you an Oracle." Her eyes were practically two blazing stars, and Elain had to fight a shiver, before asking "An Oracle?"

"That 's right, girl."

"What's the difference?" Nesta demanded.

"A different group of Seers… powerful ones", Rhysand murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I thought they were just a myth."

"They were as real as you and me, Rhysand," Amren said, shaking her head.

It was Feyre's time to demand, "Someone please explain."

"Before the High Lords, there was a time where this world lived in complete, unshakable peace," Amren began. "The Oracles were the great responsibles for this time of harmony, a group of Seers who used to celebrate life and pulled the threads of Fate. They travel through words just like we travel between courts, using their Seer powers to See and manipulate the future to their will… to prevent any cause of conflict before it even became a conflict. Subtle, swift creatures those females"

Elain wasn't sure if anyone in the room was breathing.

Azriel asked quietly, "How did they disappear?"

"No one truly knows." Rhysand answered. "The legends don't go that far."

"Common Seers have the gift of sight, but it's limited in its own way," Amren explained. "Oracles, however, have other sort powers as well and they can see further in the future, no matter how distant."

There was one question in Elain's mind, essencial and terrifying. "What is my power?"

Amren's smile was a thing of pure wickedness. "I guess you'll have to find out."

"But why the wings?" Nesta asked, brows furrowed.

Amren eyes softened a little. "Some claimed some of them heritaged from an unknown race of warriors. But not every one of them had wings. If you were blessed with them, they would call you the Leader. The others would fly on their winged horses by her side, travelling through the world and maintaining their balance."

Elain's head was spinning. "But what about the Orb?"

"I might have an idea, but I'll need to do some research in the Helion's libraries first." Rhysand shot his mate a look, his lips curving. "Care to join?"

Feyre only rolled her eyes.

Cassian let out a long breath. "So you're telling me Elain could see if a war is truly coming and stop it before it even begins."

A sick feeling gathered on her stomach, and she blurted, "No."

Silence.

"No what?" Amren asked thighly.

"No, I won't use my powers to play with Fate." She couldn't help the edge of rage in her words. "Espeacilly not when Fate itself had been playing with me all along."

Silence fell.

"You're right," Feyre offered at last, her voice soft. "It's your choice."

Gratitude washed over Elain.

"I want to learn how to fly, though" she blurted, glancing at Azriel, who was already smiling.

Feyre looked between them. "You'll find Azriel has… harsh methods, but they are quite efficient."

Rhysand, who had been just observing, suggested, "Maybe you, Feyre darling, can teach Elain, too."

"I will train her." Azriel's words were practically a snarl, challenge filling every one of them.

Elain looked at the shadows gathering around him as he stared at Rhysand, who just narrowed his eyes back. Strange.

"I'm sure Azriel is the better option to teach Elain, he was the one who taught me after all." Feyre was looking pointly at her mate. "But I can participate in a few lessons when they get tired of training alone." She said looking at Elain, eyes shining bright with an edge of mischief.

Elain ignored that.

"You'll have to build some muscles, you know that, right?" Cassian asked.

Muscles. It wasn't that Elain was opposed to that, but… she couldn't see herself as a warrior like her sisters. Surely, she wouldn't mind learning one thing or two, but...

"I'll help you."

Elain turned to her older sister, with raised brows. "I don't…"

"You don't have to learn how to use a sword, but I can help with your core muscles," Nesta offered.

Then, Elain couldn't stop the warmth in her chest - not from that source of power, but from pure gratitude. "Thank you."

Amren shocked her head and huffled a breath, edged with amusement, making Elain's brows furrow at that.

"A Made, reborn Fae and a Valkyrie training a new Oracle." Her lips curved in a feral smile. "Three Cauldron-blessed sisters, indeed."

Elain didn't have to use the Orb to know Fate had listened to Amren's words.

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"Shit."

Azriel's curse hit Elain's ears, before her arm hit the rock as she fell on her face right into the lake.

They had been training for weeks now. At first, it was more about how to summon her wings and keep them up instead of resting on the ground.

Sometimes Feyre would join them, or even Nuala and Cerridwen made an appearance for what Cerridwen called "emotional support".

Which means they watched as Elain jumped just to fall right into that gods-damned lake and tried not to laugh. Cerridwen often failed spectacularly at that.

But after one particularly hard training lesson that ended up with more bruises Elain would care to admit, especially to her pride, Cerridwen had come to her room with a gift: a brand new and very pink apron with a winged fawn carefully embroidered at the front, the chain stitches meticulous done.

It was the most ridiculous apron Elain had ever seen - and she wore every chance she got with a stupid smile on her face.

But most of the time it was only Azriel and her. First they would stick to training, and she was able to focus only on the lessons. Until one day they had sat side by side at the shore, talking about everything and nothing, and, gods, she had missed him.

But then she felt that ravenous pull towards him and had to look away, before she could do something stupid again - and just like that she remembered why they had kept their distance in the first place.

She knew he desired her just as she desired him. She had seen the longing in his face, and had smelled his scent that night, darker than usual. Had read the hunger shining in his eyes as he looked at her.

But she had crossed a line he didn't want to cross.

Good thing now she had other things to worry about. Like ignoring the pain in her left arm, finding her way to the surface to get the hell out of that chilling lake.

But before she could do any of those things, Elain found herself looking at the sky and then the ground was beneath her.

And a very, very shirtless Azriel was by her side. "Are you alright?" he asked, wrapping his tunic around her shoulders, scanning for injuries.

Even with her teeth almost chattering off her mouth from the cold, Elain couldn't help but take one good look at his muscled chest, those intricate tattoos on display and she felt her face heating. Not from embarrassment, but from pure desire that was pounding in her blood, traveling through her body. All she wanted in that moment, and so many before that, was to touch him, taste him. Be with him, by his side.

She imagined what would be like to have that powerful body hovering over hers.

Then she blushed a bit at those thoughts, too.

"I"m fine," she blurted after a considerable time, enough to make Azriel blush as well. And make her consider throwing herself at the lake again.

To distract herself, Elain closed her eyes and accessed that flame in her chest, letting it shine bright inside her, waves of heat running through her veins and bones until she was no longer cold.

When she looked at Azriel, he was already watching her. He cleaned his throat. "You kept yourself on the air longer this time."

Elain raised an eyebrow, "I fell on the only rock in this entire river."

A gleam shone in his eyes.

Elain narrowed hers at him.

"Are you trying not to laugh?"

"No," he said, clapping his lips together.

Every pound of desire in her blood died. "You said it wasn't funny anymore after the first four times!"

At that, Azriel tipped his head back and busted out such a rich laugh, that even Elain couldn't stop the small smile on her own lips. "You are a terrible teacher."

Except that he wasn't. Azriel was patient and thoughtful. He had refused to let her practice anywhere but the lake, and when she said she didn't need to be coddled and could practice on land, he had scanned her face, so many emotions passing across his, and told her he wouldn't see her getting hurt.

So they practice on the lake. Every day.

That was weeks ago and Elain was starting to think she would never take to the skies. She still couldn't sustain herself on the air for more than a few seconds.

"What is it like? To fly, I mean." she asked, eyes fixing on the lake before her.

She felt Azriel's eyes on her. "It 's freedom." Truth echoed in his words.

Elain nodded to herself. "I can hear the wind calling me." Her wing ruffled as if in emphasis."I can feel every muscle in my body begging me to jump out of the windows and it just… it's getting harder to ignore."

Elain tried to stop the burning in her eyes, her voice was broken when she breathed, "Why me, if I can't even get close to being airborne for more than five seconds?"

Azriel kept silent for so long, she didn't know if he heard her, but she was too much of a coward to look at him. Didn't want to look at him, not like this, not again.

But then gentle fingers found her chin and slowly turned her head to meet hazel eyes shining bright as the sun above them.

"Come with me."

Next thing she knew she was taking his extended hand and he shot to the skies, his tunic flying from her shoulders while she was being cradled against his bare chest.

Even though he was made of muscles hard as rock, his skin was warm and soft as the finest velvet.

Azriel landed right on the top of one of the highest mountains surrounding Velaris, the city bursting with life so far below that it seemed one of Nyx's toys.

And Elain almost stopped breathing. "Are you going to push me?"

Azriel chuckled, but didn't answer. "Turn around and close your eyes."

"So you definitely are going to push me," she murmured, but did as she was told.

She didn't know what she was expecting, but it wasn't Azriel's large hands on her waist or the warmth of his body behind her.

"Spread your wings."

The moment Elain opened her wings, the cold, impetuous wind hit them, and the full impact made her lose balance, almost falling backwards. Instead, she met Azriel's chest and his hands tightened on her.

This time Elain did stop breathing.

Especially when Azriel's breath caressed the

shell of her ear. "Focus on the wind passing through your wings, how each feather answers to it. Try to understand its direction, its temperature."

So she did. And she could feel it. She could feel the most external layer of feathers absorbing the temperature impact of the icy wind. Could feel the most little plumes, so sensitive they could perceive the slight change in any air current direction.

She became aware of everything around her. But mostly of the heat emanating from Azriel's body on her back, of his thumbs now drawing small circles on her sides.

"When I was a boy, I used to think the same thing as you do now," he whispered. "I was locked away and had to suppress so many instincts…" He let out a breath. "These wings are yours and only yours, you command them. It might take some time, but you will fly and control your powers. Be patient. You can do whatever you want, Elain."

It was his words, the meaning. He believed in her, had always believed in her.It was that certainty that had her leaning into his touch.

She folded in her wings and tilted her head, slowly opening her eyes to find his beautiful face inches from hers, close enough for her to see the hues of green in his eyes.

"Thank you," she breathed.

Azriel said nothing. No, he just let every word shine in his gaze as he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers while his thumbs were still caressing her sides leisurely.

She sucked in a breath, eyes falling close as she lost herself at the pure intimacy of that touch. Elain's whole body went molten and she wanted nothing more than to melt against his chest.

But she couldn't cross that line again.

So she pulled back, just enough to look at his face and made herself say, "I think Nesta is waiting for me."

Shadows darkened his hazel eyes. "Right."

On their way to the House of Wind, she thought Azriel would keep silent but he surprised her when he said quietly, "Nuala and Cerridwen never told me you were training with them."

Despite everything, a faint smile curved Elain's lips. "You can't expect to know everyone secrets."

He lifted an eyebrow. "That's my job."

And Nuala and Cerridwen's, too.

"I don't want to be a warrior," Elain blurted. "But… maybe I can use my gifts - my sight gifts, I mean - to..."

A whisper of those shadows still filled his gaze, but Azriel gave her a small smile. "Like spying?"

Elain blushed. "Perhaps."

"You'd make a good spy, but you have to be patient."

Elain looked at him. At that male who had intrigued her and made her feel comfortable and safe from the very beginning. At that male who found her when no one else would, who had seen her. Had truly seen her.

No, she wouldn't cross that line now, but...

"I can be patient, Azriel," she breathed. Promised.

This time, hope shone so brightly in his hazel eyes that no room was left for shadows.

[inadaydream99]

Coffee Shop Crush

cafe oneshot with the Boyz Changmin

Requested: Yes

A/N - Hi, thanks for requesting! I always love writing coffee shop oneshots, so I really hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with. Stay safe 💕

12:34pm... your shoulders slump defeatedly. He’s not shown up yet and now you’re beginning to wonder if he ever will. Your mind runs over your previous encounters, eyes glazed over from not blinking in so long. You can’t help but think about his cheeky smile, the one where the corner of his lips quirk up to form the lopsided grin that sends your heart racing. And those plush pink lips that you find yourself fantasising about as you walk home from work at the end of everyday. Oh what you’d do to know what they feel like...

“Umm (Y/N)?” You zone back into reality upon the call of your name and the hand that waves in your face, swallowing your embarrassment when your eyes lock onto the deep brown orbs in front of you.

You can’t help but fall shy when reality sets in, the incredibly cute customer you’d been crushing on for months finally standing at the counter in front of you. He was later than usual, but still seemed in good spirits, the very grin that you’d been thinking about just seconds before now directed towards you.

“How’d you know my name...” You timidly question, autonomously tapping his order into the register. You’d memorised his order off by heart by this point, he never seemed to deviate from the same drink everyday; an iced mocha. In response to your question he simply points to the name tag pinned onto your apron, snickering as your eyes widen in realisation, a light “oh” emitting from you in realisation.

The rest of your interaction goes by in a blur of crimson cheeks and shy glances, which you continue to steal as he waits at the end of the counter for his drink.

“Just ask him out already. Or at least find out his name.” Your coworker nudges you discreetly with her elbow, keeping a hushed tone so no one overhears.

“I can’t... I’ve already embarrassed myself enough. Can you imagine how awkward I’d be actually trying to talk to him?” You whine, bottom lip jutted out in a sulk.

“Just do it as you hand over his drink... go!” She encourages through a light laugh, shoving his order into your grasp before moving on to making the next.

“Iced mocha for?” You call out, pausing when you reach the part where you’d say the customers name. The coffee shop you work at doesn’t take names for orders, you just aren’t great at thinking on your toes and in a panic this is the best you could come up with.

The cute customer raises his head to look at you from his phone screen, taking a few steps to reach the counter.

“Changmin.” He smiles at you warmly as his hand simultaneously reaches out to take the cup. You notice how his fingers delicately brush against yours, sending a tingling sensation up your arm as they overlap slightly from the exchange. “But if you wanted to know my name you should have just asked (Y/N).” He quirks his brow, teasing you a little. You simply nod, taken back by his forwardness.

“See you tomorrow.” His final words echo in your mind as he exits the cafe. Your combined look of disbelief and awe following him until he’s turned the corner.

~

So now you know the name of the customer that had completely stolen your heart... and your ability to think straight in his presence.

You’d spent hours the previous evening thinking about your next encounter with Changmin. What you’d say, how you’d respond to him, how you’d flirt... he really had taken over your mind.

Although, one thing you hadn’t prepared for was for him to turn up with some friends the next day. Yes, at his usual time, 12:15pm on the dot, he’d entered the coffee shop with three incredibly handsome friends trailing behind him. Of course, you assumed he’d have friends equally as handsome as he is, you just never thought they’d join him.

They’d been sat in the back corner of the shop for the past fifteen minutes, talking amongst themselves, presumably all sharing their lunch break together. Honestly, nothing out of the ordinary had really occurred until you accidentally caught eyes with one of them. Repeatedly.

The friend in question was the tallest in the group, with a kind, almost timid nature. He seemed like a genuine guy, well, from the very brief encounter you had with him while he ordered a coffee. And he had a charming, friendly smile. But being caught observing them still made you nervous.

The first time he caught you looking over at their table he’d simply smiled at you. By the third time, however, he’d leaned in, saying something discreetly into Changmin’s side.

You haven’t dared to look back at the table since then, feeling far to self conscious about the fact that he’d mentioned it to Changmin. Instead you’d decided to keep yourself distracted... by doodling Changmin’s name across a napkin as soon as the lunchtime rush ended.

“What are you drawing?” Your head snaps up to meet Changmin who was now stood directly in front of you. Your mouth falls agape at the situation, hands scrambling to hide your doddles as quick as you can. You don’t think he noticed his name, seeing as his question was so casual. So you decide to try and act just as casual and cool as he is.

“I um, I was just passing some time.” You stand up straighter, smoothing your apron out with your clammy palms. Nice... not awkward at all. You mentally cringe at yourself.

“Drawing anything in particular?” And there’s his signature smirk. You breath hitches in your throat, startled by his coy tone. He erupts into laughter upon seeing your reaction, his adorable giggle leaving you breathless.

“Well, what can I help you with?” You regain your composure after your laughing dies down.

“Well, you see my friend Juyeon over there?” Changmin begins, turning and pointing to his friend sat at their table, caught in a discussion with the others. The very same guy who’d caught you staring.

“Yeah...” you trail off a little nervously.

“He thinks you’re really cute.” Your eyes widen in surprise. That definitely wasn’t what you were expecting, though you’re flattered by the compliment. “Except, here’s my dilemma.” Your attention is drawn back onto Changmin’s once again. You notice how the smile that was previously on his face has vanished and how his eyes seem to have turned darker, becoming more serious in an instant.

“I saw you first.”

He’s staring at you directly, no sense of fear or regret in his expression, and, in all honesty, it’s a little unnerving.

“Huh?” Your brows raise in bewilderment, mouth agape as you try to comprehend all that has just happened. “So... are you asking me out?” You question, cheeks flushing pink upon realising you’d uttered the thought out loud.

“Yeah. Are you free after your shift ends?” Changmin chuckles, his confident expression melting into a soft, giggly childlike manner. His duality is quite something.

“I close up at 6.” You beam, heart racing a million miles a minute.

“Great, I’ll pick you up then.” He returns the smile, his eyes gleaming in joy.

You watch as Changmin strolls back over to his friends, easily sliding back into their conversation with a triumphant grin. You catch him sneaking glances over to you right up until his lunch break ends, each time making your heart summersault. And, for the rest of your shift you find yourself unable to contain the bright smile on your face, eagerly looking forward to your first date with Changmin, your coffee shop crush.