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unnoticed-poison · 3 months

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Dark! Yandere! Hazbin Hotel Various X Reader

-Chapter 2-

Chapter 2 is ouuuut! 🎉

Enjoy ❣️𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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"-Your last chance at salvation starts here, at the Hazbin Hotel! You're welcome in at any time to waste your last precious days here! What are you waiting for?"

"Sooo what do you think?" Alastor asked with a large grin after the commercial ended.

.......

What the fuck was 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

Was everyone's singular thought as the radio demon waited for their answer.

Charles gave him a strained smile. "Alastor buddy! I appreciate the effort you put in this, really thank you so much but-"

He said that, but on the inside, he was resisting the urge to unleash a valley of curses at the demon.

The commercial was an absolute shit!

This guy was blatantly mocking him and his project!

'Be calm be calm don't you dare lose it over something like this!'

He thought that, but the taunting grin plastered across the demon's face made it difficult for him to remain calm.

"I mean it's...nice?"

"It's shit, the word you're looking for is shit Charles," Dicckie grumbled, exasperated as well from Alastor's antics.

Exactly.

Thank god Dicckie was here to say those things in his place.

The radio demon shrugged. "Funny I was going for hilarious!"

Dicckie scowled. " It didn't explain anything about how we're trying to SAVE demons from extermination, which was the whole point of the commercials you freak! Does mocking us entertain you that much?"

Alastor's grin grew even bigger as he let out a small laugh. "Yes! it 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴."

This bastard-

"You little shit-"

Charles sighed as he silently watched the two argue, the other two people in the room, one being the bartender while the other was their singular resident, were ignoring the whole thing.

He was about to intervene and break them up when he heard his phone ring.

He paused when he saw the name of the caller.

"I'll be right back, I have to take this call." He said, standing up and exiting the room.

No one noticed his absence.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

The argument between the two demons dragged on for several minutes, with no sight of it ending anytime soon.

"What's the point of having you here if you won't do your job, you're utterly useless!"

The grin on Alastor's face didn't lessen, but one look at his eyes would reveal he was growing increasingly infuriated with the moth. "Careful with your words now, we wouldn't want an accident to happen now do we."

"You don't scare me you piece of shi-"

The spider demon, who was trying to focus on his phone finally groaned. "When will these two stop bitching? My ears hurt."

The cat in the corner raised a brow at him. "Do I look like I care?"

Their argument was cut short when Charles burst into the room.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD DICCKIE YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS!"

Dicckie turned to him and raised a brow. "What happened?"

Charles giggled as he hugged him and spun him around. " My dad just called and asked me to go to the meeting in his place because he won't be able to make it! I can present my idea to them this way!"

The moth's eye widened before smiling back. " That's..great! When will the meeting start?"

Charles looked at his watch. " In...a few minutes so I have to go right now." He said, sprinting towards the door. " Goodbye! wish me luck guys!"

"Yeah yeah."

"Whatever."

Dicckie lightly waved. "Good luck."

He really hoped he succeed-

"You know just as well as I do that he's going to fail, don't you."

....

His small smile disappeared as soon as Alastor opened his mouth.

What a way to ruin the mood.

But...with knowing full well who was going to be at the meeting, he couldn't deny what the demon said was true.

Charles had zero chance of getting his idea accepted.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Ignoring the chaos happening around him as he made his way to the meeting place, Charles whistled a tune to himself, holding the papers he prepared beforehand firmly in his hands.

Today was gonna be a happy day! He could feel it.

The exterminators surrounding the area, being aware of his identity, turned a blind eye as they continued to chase the sinners around, leaving him undisturbed.

Unbeknownst to the prince, there was a small, barely visible camera drone nearby, trailing his every move.

"This is gonna be interesting..." The excitement in the voice of the person speaking couldn't be disguised. "Let's make it a live broadcast!"

He was certain that this naive, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 prince was gonna fuck up somehow, and he would be a fool if he didn't capture the moment and share it with the world.

He couldn't wait.

𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇

Back on the airship, you spent most of the day keeping the man guarded just as promised.

The eggs were too adorable to resist so you played with them from time to time, all while chatting with the man about the machines he built.

You assumed that no one had expressed interest in his works before, with the way he spoke with passion while showing off his inventions, the excitement clear in his eyes while explaining what each one does in detail.

"And this one-"

As you listened to him speak, you couldn't help but feel kind of impressed, you found yourself drawn in by his confidence and ambition.

It was kind of...cute.

"That's interesting."

He nodded with enthusiasm. "That's right! And one day, I'll be able to beat that damned Alastor and finally earn the respect of the other overlords!"

Who?

Oh well, that doesn't matter.

"Good luck with that." You said, repeatedly tossing Frank in the air and catching him, making him cheer with excitement while the other eggs, including Scramble, were waiting in line for their turn.

"Thank you, you know, you aren't half as bad as I thought, unlike your 'sisters'." He suddenly said.

Huh?

His words made you tense, almost not catching the egg in time as the man continued to insult the other exterminators.

Your eyes narrowed with anger with each word he spoke, making you put down the egg, reaching out for your weapon and making your way towards him.

"And- SHIT" He found himself on the ground before he could finish his sentence.

"Hey! What was that-" he tried to speak, but his words were cut short when you pressed your foot against his chest, with your hammer poised at him.

"Shut the fuck up."

You will not allow this fucker to demean your sisters this way.

"Just because I'm providing you protection for today doesn't mean you get to insult them like that, I only spared you because of the deal, but you won't get the same privilege next year, If I hear you utter another bad word about them I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget." Lifting his chin slightly with her hammer, your eyes narrowed as you glared down at him. "Got it?" You asked, your voice low and cold.

The man was stunned as he gazed at you, he knew he should be afraid, but the way you stared at him with such cold, intense eyes like he was trash and your foot pressed against his chest made him feel oddly...good?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

He thought as his heart raced faster, his face heating up in shame when he felt his lower body react to her actions.

He found this... 𝘩𝘰𝘵?!

"I said, GOT IT?" You asked again, pressing harder into him, making him hiss out slightly in pain from the pressure.

He nodded frantically. "G-got it!"

"Good." You said, lifting your foot off him and stepping back.

Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, raising a brow, you dug out your phone and looked at the screen.

You groaned when you saw who was calling you.

Of course, it had to be him.

You sighed and answered the phone.

"Hello, Lute."

Your 𝘦𝘹.

𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇𓆇

"Where the fuck are you!? none of the exterminators saw you for hours!" You heard the voice on the other side of the phone growl, making you roll your eyes.

"That's none of your business Lute, now stop wasting my time and tell me what you want please."

He scoffed. "Whatever, Adam is asking you to come to the meeting place saying he 'missed you' or some shit like that."

You smiled inwardly upon hearing that.

"Alright then, I'll be there in a few minutes." You said before hanging up and turning back to the snake, what was his name again?

Oh, whatever.

"I need to go, take care."

"Hold on!" The man exclaimed as he stood in front of you, blocking your way. "There's still 15 minutes before the extermination ends!"

You shrugged." It's just 15 minutes, I'm sure you can handle it, or perhaps the whole 'I'm powerful' thing was all just talk?" You taunted with a coy grin.

"Of course not! I'm just making sure you respect the deal!"

"And that I did, I spent most of the day watching over you instead of doing my job, if you can't handle 15 minutes on your own without getting killed, then you truly don't deserve to live."

"I.."

"Enough." You interrupted. "Now get out of my way, this instant."

The man hesitated for a moment, before stepping aside and letting you walk past him.

"Scramble." You spoke with a gentle tone as you walked to the egg. " It's time to go."

The other eggs whined while Scramble nodded, yawning as he lifted his hands for you to pick him up.

Your eyes softened, picking him up and gently placing him in a random basket you found on the floor, the egg made himself comfortable before falling asleep.

You glanced over your shoulder at the snake. "Take care, and good luck with achieving your goals, you better hope I don't catch you next year, because I won't be as merciful as I was today."

With that being said, you left the airship.

The man just stood there and watched you fly away in silence.

"Your face is all red boss!"

"Did you get a fever?"

......

"You shut up and go clean the place this instant!!" He screamed before heading to his room.

He needs to let off some steam, 𝘕𝘰𝘸.

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Hope you enjoy the chap ❣️

Someone definitely developed a kink today ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

I wanted to add one more scene but I have a fever so I ended it here and left it for next time

Btw does Charlie say 'thank god' or something else?? Cause I was not sure when writing this

Hope you all have a nice day! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

#yandere hazbin hotel x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere

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buckyysdoll · 1 year

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— 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: while you + your husband just want to stay warm in your bed, duty calls once again; a/n: i actually really love this one and hope you lovelies do, too!; cw: explicit mentions of sex, canon-typical assassins, soft!bucky; pairing: bucky x f!reader, fatws era

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The first sound you hear in the morning is a low moan that rises from the depths of a throat, and so too does the arm around your waist tighten slightly in the slow, drawn-out waking from sleep. A shock of dark hair buries further in your neck from behind, as if taking in your scent.

It sounds again, that quiet complaint, a lighter note than what comes through beneath. You can’t make out its origin but nor do you care; you hear only those moans.

Breath still warm from sleep in the furrow of your neck, its join to the shoulder; the closeness of two loved bodies still naked from a night — and dawned morning — of sex.

This is all that you care for — all that takes your thoughts as your stir. What you know is the smell of the man that you love as he makes his sleep-guided protests.

For you hear it now quite plainly as your eyes part on the room; an obnoxiously loud, deep knocking on your wooden apartment front door. Worse still is how it is coupled with the sound of a voice growing further irate, and one that you thought inconsiderate when taking in the hour.

It was just six a.m.

But Sam Wilson wasn’t known for his patience — not when it came to you and your husband. His voice rang out through the walls as you sighed and ignored him, curling more against Bucky. “You guys, will you get your damn asses out of bed?” Clearly, he was wasting no time.

You groaned, hating him for that moment alone, and despising how this time was cut short. You knew this was part of the life that you lived, but today? Did it have to be now? If you turned in those arms that you loved so well, you knew you wouldn’t get up from this bed.

Frankly, these slow days spent undressed and flush against him were the best ones, and his sleepy smile most precious.

He clearly agreed.

Because as you lifted his hand from your waist between yours and raised it to your lips for a kiss, he once again made that low sound — though this time much deeper, a deliberate message. And so it was with aching regret that your smile spread wider, just adoring this man, but still then pulled his hand to the side of the bed, and detached yourself from underneath it.

“M’ not letting you go, you gotta stay.” The words were spoken muffled into pillows, yet you heard them. Knew well enough each nuance of his voice. All it took was his lips at the back of your nape and you were plaint once more in his warmth, and you could swear that you didn’t want anything then as much as just to hold him, and be held. Soon as that, his arm had come up where it was and re-settled, more embracing than before. It was his arm of skin and bone and yet you couldn’t hope to move it, didn’t want to as you huffed a laugh and kissed its side instead.

“Honey, i’m gonna have to get the door,” you murmured quietly, entwining your fingers once more between his and laying it back flush against your stomach. You made no move to get up despite the words you’d just admitted, and despite how Sam’s incessant knocking was only increasing in volume.

At that you spared a brief thought to the mostly old residents of your apartment complex — neighbours of your building who now surely hated the couple at no. 16.

So you yelled out an answer of ‘I’m coming!’, and resigned yourself to just another morning up early. And this time, when you managed to disentangle yourself from Bucky, you laughed as you fumbled away from his reached out attempt to snag your waist back to his side.

You managed to climb up off the bed, yet you still turned back for one lasting kiss.

You couldn’t resist it.

It was always like this, every morning: he stole one more kiss and you let him each time. Only now it wasn’t a blaring alarm you awoke to, like you used to on missions; instead it was the tones of a man gone beyond waiting, and surely only moments away from coming through the goddamn window.

Still, now you just couldn’t care for the world and the demands it would make of your husband, nor for the asks it would claim in due penance for you to atone for your great many sins.

You knew if it was truly urgent then Sam’s tone wouldn’t have been so cranky as it was. Both you and Buck knew your fellow Avenger well enough to know that his old, familiar crabbiness was casual.

So why not let him wait and damn well cook?

And it came to be that you drew out this one sole moment, and you cherished soft lips on your own — familiar lips, more so than your name. They were the same of which you’d given yourself to over and again so gladly, making up years across which you’d spent loving with your heart the very man they belonged to. His hands, too, those that had known and loved each inch of your body, soon found your waist; found each place they could touch as he deepened the kiss — made it lasting, brought heat.

Throughout those seconds that finished too soon, Bucky’s head had reared up from his pillow; eager to pin you beneath him again as you’d spent so many hours last night. As such, he had leant up on his elbows for whatever more access it could grant him to hold you, and as you kissed him you wondered how on earth it got this good; how on earth you were supposed to resist him.

God damn the gorgeous man who wanted to love you all over again, who wanted to say fuck off to the world and have his girl on her back, wanting more. “Cmon, won’t you just come back to bed with me, baby?” he spoke against your lips, voice all breath. Such was the nature of your marriage that these first morning kisses never struck you as gross.

Indeed, it was almost enough to persuade you to ring Sam and ask what he wanted, as your husband’s tongue made a slow show of re-learning your mouth, as his kiss grew more thorough. It was as if he hadn’t had it coaxing out cries from your lips all night long and just hours ago; like he hadn’t been using that mouth to show you just how much he thought his wife to be worth worshipping.

You swore to yourself again and again that you didn’t care just what Sam Wilson wanted; there was Bucky, there was you, there was the night you’d spent in love. There was the cold metal kiss of your husband’s wedding band as it met the warm skin of your waist.

But nor was it in your nature to ignore the very man who had become so like a loved one to you both. In truth, you’d formed a trio that no breadth of years could break, and you knew as well as Bucky did that yes — you’d go to the door.

And so, you did think as you made to get up, that it was almost as if your husband forgot that he alone was not your flat’s great assassin. That for all of what he thought were sly manoeuvres, you could match them. You knew each tell and movement of his body.

When you pulled back he groaned against your mouth once again, though now relented as he watched you retreat. Your eyebrows raised, amused, to see his slowly spreading smile — the look so self-satisfied and male that you knew just exactly where his filthy thoughts had gone to.

It was precisely the place where — if you were honest — your thoughts had not strayed far from all morning.

But now there was no time to indulge them as you let out a laugh so like music to his ears, and swung your legs over the bed at long last and began to search in vain for some clothes.

From sex you were still naked, and so made to grab a sheet to wrap around you. Better still would’ve been Bucky’s shirt or yours, though where they’d been thrown and discarded in your haste for skin on skin was unknown, and you did lack the time to look. So as you fumbled for anything to cover up your modesty — though relished the thought of Sam’s expression if you didn’t when you opened the door — you settled on the sheet with little options remaining, braving the journey from bed.

You left Bucky to his low-toned mumblings as your feet struck bare on the hardwood floor, cursing the shock of the cold and your lack of foresight to have donned your warm woollen socks. Still, it wasn’t as though you could concentrate on much else than the presence outside, and you thought to yourself as you made to the hall that you and Bucky really were out of practice.

Neither one of you had been an active Avenger for the past couple of months, instead testing out this new life. Sam alone continued with the legacy of Captain America while all that you and Bucky prioritised was making up for so many years of lost time. No doubt that was why you now found it so hard to rally your strength, and not only for the fact that your legs were still weak from last night.

Too weak for Bucky’s ego, it would seem.

For it was something that your husband hadn’t failed to notice as you’d stood from your bed just now, his evident pride in a smirk on his face as you threw a one-fingered gesture over your shoulder in response.

You guessed that with so many days spent now together — just like this in your shared home, and sharing love — you were somewhat retired. Yet here Sam was — that early bird — standing just the other side of lacquered wood.

You opened the door on his disgruntled face, smiling sweetly in the small reach of the space. You’d only unlatched the lock but kept the chain in place across, keeping a distance between the two of you as you looked on his deep, furrowed brow. “Good morning,” you offered as you swallowed your mirth, hearing footsteps sounding lightly from your bedroom.

By that alone, God damn your heart for leaping as per always, beating harder just alone from knowing how he shared your space.

But as Sam started off again with an “I swear if you don’t get —” you hastily re-closed the door for a moment to unlatch the chain and pull it open wide.

“Yeah yeah we get it, Wilson, you’re gonna whoop our asses, whatever.” You stood by as he strode through the door, his Falcon wings — though folded — still obtrusive in the space. The apartment you shared with your husband was modest, but enough for two ex-assassins used to cells.

This, by that contrast, was comparative luxury.

And more than that, it was peace. It was life beyond the war and had been years of needed quiet. Or at the very least it had been until oversized birds found it prudent to intrude.

With a brief glance behind at the empty hall and stairwell, you shut the door right after him and re-locked all its bolts. Yes, you may’ve been safe here but you were an assassin; old habits died hard.

“Are you even gonna tell us what you’re here for?” you then thought to ask, hearing Bucky’s choice words coming from the bedroom. The old, small smile that found you was the one he always brought, as the telltale sounds of his cursing revealed that he too was in search for lost clothes.

And you were cold in your sheet.

Indeed, on you voicing the question, it seemed only then Sam noticed you stood practically naked. This was the first time he had looked your way, and you battled with the impulse of teasing.

Because for sure, his eyes had widened and a faint blush had crept up his neck, further darkening the skin of his face that had always been handsome, you knew. Sam fumbled for a response but seemed to find none that would save him, though right then Bucky emerged in the doorway to your bedroom, standing shirtless and looking damn well good for it.

That smile birthed anew.

You supposed meanwhile that you looked a mess with your hair so tangled about you, mussed up as it had been by those hands that you ached for even still, these hours later. It seemed that no matter how many rounds you went, you wanted more of him — all of him — again. And so now, with last night’s makeup smeared around your eyes and lips, it was no secret that the two of you had had a busy night.

And at that, a busy morning too when neither one of you had wanted to stop.

It was then that you caught the first glimpse of your face in reflection in the mirror of your hall, having simply not worried to check yourself before padding out to the front door. Now though, you saw how your neck was so peppered in marks where Bucky’s mouth had been on you; where he had wanted to make himself known on your body in the throes of such passion you’d shared.

Heat pooled between your legs at the thought, and you had at least the good grace to blush. But as you moved out into the living room in wake of Sam’s progression, you touched a self-conscious hand to your skin. It did nothing for the place your mind strayed to; still, you now relived the feel of him.

You and Bucky alone knew how much further those marks travelled — knew they grouped at the curve of your breasts and down to your stomach, growing sparse from there on. Precisely why that was, as well, you both kept to yourselves; how the need had overtook and then centred his mouth on parts of you much harder to bruise.

Parts that now were remembering well how his tongue had felt bringing release.

God, once you got him to yourself once again you’d be paying him back for the ache.

Frankly, it was a blessing that Sam didn’t have the super soldier senses you did. Both you and Bucky were loath to think of just how much worse it could’ve been; of how much more deeply indignant Sam’s sounds of complaint would be then, as to now.

The whole apartment — you both — just spelt out sex. Blatant sex.

“Sam, are you eyeing up my wife?” Bucky leant against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow cocked up on the same side that one corner of his mouth had turned up in wry humour.

Sam’s head snapped to him, and he let out a groan. “Oh, man — you too? You guys are nasty.”

Because as he stood there in the rays of the sun so newly risen that were coming through your slatted window blinds, you saw twin marks all along Bucky’s neck that matched your own — saw them going further down his chest.

Purple marks — clear love bites — pinched his fairer skin to bruised, light in places where your teeth alone had dragged, deeper still where you’d sucked.

Neither one of you now had the presence to look or feel ashamed. It just wasn’t true, and any embarrassment you’d felt had diminished with the shadows on his skin.

In fact, as your eyes appraised your recent handiwork, you felt stirrings much more deliberately south than of shame. And warmer, too.

Loving him was easier than breathing and you missed him even as you stood just feet away.

So clutching the sheet to your body despite how it dwarfed your height trailing behind, you crept in a weighed down shuffle to your husband’s bare side, sidling into his hold. In an instant, his arm settled firm on your waist, now in company just like as in private.

“Sam we’re not nasty, we’re married.” You tried to appease him, just rolling your eyes.

“Yeah right,” he relented in that sarcastic tone, and you shook with your restraint against laughing.

It was precisely the relationship the three of you had for him to be like this, to tease you this way. And God bless his heart, but you loved him — and knew Bucky cared for him just the same, too.

With his name in your head all over again, thoughts of last night played out in a montage. It moved in rapid fire but you stamped it out right then, pressing a kiss to his chest as you turned your head just so, to the side and to his skin. Right now wasn’t the time to get once again desperate for your husband to fuck you, though it was hard to remember that fact when you looked down upon him at what he was wearing.

It was now that you noticed up close — and with Sam no longer standing between you — that he stood in only black sweatpants, those you’d just bought and loved getting him out of.

Seriously, you needed to be physically restrained. Your cheeks were heating fever-white in a blush, beyond dignity’s hope.

Your eyes closed lightly and a hum moved past your lips as that good warmth once again found you, though this time again from the slanted light that managed to come in through the blinds. It did little to dismiss the growing ache of your arousal, but you knew that whatever news Sam had now brought would mean all hope of lazy Sundays postponed.

Bucky’s arm tightened its hold for a moment in affection and you gave a squeeze back, laying a hand to the small of his back and then moving on past him to the bedroom, to get ready.

You sifted through drawers looking for clothes to put on that were suitable, though for what you didn’t know. And so it was then that Bucky asked that fatal question: Why. Asked for what you’d both been drawn awake and out of effectual retirement.

“So what exactly did you get us out of bed for? I hope for your sake it was worth it.” And though his tone was light you knew he too played back last night, seeing how that sun had played upon your skin from underneath him; how your lips had left red stains where they’d traversed his chest, lower still to his waistband …

Shower water ran hot for you both as you came back into the room, eyes moving between them from one to the other, not landing until either of them spoke. You’d heard each word of their pointed conversation; read the ones that went unsaid between the lines.

Sam hadn’t answered the question.

He saw you both so happy and he hated to disrupt it.

And so your stomach dipped this time in a much different way than to earlier, and with a feeling so much less of pleasure as Sam pursed his lips and said, “It would be better if I showed you.”

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turtlecleric · 3 months

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Bay!Mikey x Reader, angst? It's pining idiots time. Idk I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open but I wanted to do something for V Day

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By the time you make it home, you're exhausted and ready to pass the fuck out. After a much-needed shower, you collapse onto the couch and put something on the tv for noise. Despite how dead tired you feel, it's not late enough to actually think about sleep yet. Besides, sleeping this early would be a waste of your very limited, very precious free time. Still, you don't really feel like doing much of anything, so you proceed to stare at the ceiling while some random sitcom fills your living room with quips and laughter that you don't really hear.

You're just starting to consider saying fuck it and going to bed anyway when there's a knock at your door.

You groan as you push yourself up. A little annoyed. A little confused. Those feelings don't go away when you open the door to see a stranger holding up a plastic bag with the logo from your favorite sushi place.

“Delivery,” the guy says in a bored tone, pushing the bag into your hands.

“Uh.” You glance down at the food, then back up at the guy. “I didn't order any-”

“Already paid for. Says it's for,” he peers down at his phone for a moment, and he grimaces a bit. “...Angelcakes.”

Your eyebrows raise at that. Mikey bought you food? Why?

The guy heaves a sigh, then leaves without another word. He's not having a very good Valentine's Day, you think to yourself. Then again, until now, you weren't either. It's just another day in your world. Just another day filled with too much work and not enough time. You had honestly been planning on just skipping dinner altogether.

Mikey. Coming in clutch. Again. It makes you smile, that he thought of you. But, to be fair, he always makes you smile.

Damn it.

You retreat back into your apartment and pull out several containers with various sushi rolls. A lot of rolls, actually. Like, more than you could ever hope to eat by yourself.

A second knock pulls your attention, though this time it comes from your window. Ah. That tracks.

You let Mikey in and immediately get swept up in a hug that lifts your feet off the floor. He sways you from side to side in his arms, pulling a laugh out of you before putting you down, and his smile is like a balm on your soul.

“Mikey!” You feign sternness, jabbing the center of his plastron with a finger. “You should've told me you ordered food! What if I had picked something up? Or started cooking?”

He snorts at that, pushing your finger to the side with one large hand. “You said you were swamped at work. It's gotta be really bad for you to actually admit how busy you are. You always skip dinner when that happens. Can't have my Angel wasting away.” He winks down at you and heads for the couch, already opening a container of sushi and stuffing a bite into his mouth. He turns back to you, talking around his mouthful. “Especially on Valentine's Day!”

His tone is light, like it always is, but the words make you pause. The fact that he knows you that well. That an offhand text you sent that morning led him to do this for you. It has a swell of fondness growing in your chest, and you feel yourself soften. He really is such a good guy. Such a good friend.

Friend, you remind yourself bitterly. Just a friend.

He must sense something shift in your mood, because his grin falls. You see his brow creasing, a worried frown tugging at his lips. “You okay, Angel?”

You take a slow breath before fixing your smile back in place. “Just tired, Mikes.” You join him on the couch, pulling a container into your lap and avoiding his gaze. You need to squash this stupid sadness that's got its claws in you. This stupid… yearning for something you can never have. “...Thank you for this. I really appreciate it.”

He's quiet for a moment. Then he grabs a piece of sushi and holds it out, like he's holding a glass and wants you to clink yours against his. It makes your smile real again, and you pick up your own piece to comply.

“Cheers, babe.” The nickname makes your chest squeeze, but you push the feeling down so he doesn't see.

“Cheers.”

The two of you eat in comfortable silence as the show plays. It doesn't take long for you to polish off all the rolls with Mikey's help, and you lay down with your head pillowed on his leg like you've done a million times before. His fingers find your hair and start to brush through, pulling a contented sigh from your lungs. His hand in your hair, his steady breathing, just his presence. It's soothing in a way you'll never be able to fully explain, and soon you find yourself struggling to stay awake.

Halfway through the next episode, you realize he's… uncharacteristically quiet tonight. Not rambling or cracking jokes. Not even laughing at the show - and Mikey loves this show. He's the one who introduced it to you in the first place.

You're so tired, so close to falling asleep right there with your head on his lap, but you manage to push through the heavy blanket of exhaustion and speak.

“What are you thinking about,” you slur. The feeling of his hands lightly scratching your scalp is making it hard to focus. Hard to think.

His hand falters for a long moment. Then it continues, but he doesn't answer. Time weaves around you, and you try to keep your eyes open but you can't. You can't. You feel yourself drifting, falling into the waiting embrace of sleep, and it's only then that you think you hear his voice. But it's… different. Sad. More serious than you've ever heard him. And surely you're dreaming? Surely this is just your mind playing tricks?

“Would you be my valentine,” his voice whispers. “If I asked, would you… would you be mine?”

A lovely dream, you think to yourself.

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Mikey watches you sleep, still brushing a hand through your hair. You're so beautiful. And he is so, so afraid.

“Would you be mine?” he whispers into the air. "Would you?"

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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | LEE MINHO

PART NINE -> epilogue (6k words)

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"JEONGIN!"

There's moments in life when you're genuinely terrified. Like when you used to get called on from your scariest teacher with no clue what the answer to the question was. Or when you wake up in the middle of the night after hearing a loud noise and can't move a muscle for hours afterwards.

Now is one of those instances. You feel yourself practically jump out your skin when you hear Seungmin screech the younger boys name, taking your sunglasses off of your face instantly to catch a glimpse of the commotion.

How naive of you to expect a relaxing, stress relieving getaway with your friends. How naive indeed.

"You've crossed the line this time, kiddo," Seungmin seethes, traipsing round the decking in search of his target. "Where the hell is he?"

"Fuck me if I know," you say lazily, placing your sunglasses back on your face and settling yourself into your sun lounger again. You and Hyunjin had an ongoing competition to see who could get the best tan over the course of your week long holiday, and you'd be damned to waste precious sunbathing time whilst he was at the shops to get breakfast for everyone.

"Gross, don't say that," Seungmin grimaces, chucking you a bottle. "You're burning up, idiot."

You scoff, pulling your sunglasses off for the second time of the morning and dumping them beside you. "Am I really?"

"Yes," Seungmin responds, placing his hands on the railing that oversees the beach you were staying at, looking out to catch a glimpse of Jeongin before giving up and practically falling on top of the lounger beside you. "Unless the aim of the competition you've got with Hyunjin is to see who can look the most like a lobster by the end of the week, I'd lather up."

You sigh, picking up the bottle he'd handed you and rubbing the sunscreen into your arms and chest. "Why are you so mad at Jeongin, anyway?" You ask him, intrigued as to what had interrupted your morning detox. "And why did you think he'd be here?"

"He's a dumbass," Seungmin says, kicking his feet up on the sun lounger as if that explains anything. "And I thought he might be here since you're the only other person still at the resort."

"Everyone's gone?" You ask, closing the lid to the bottle and chucking it into the shade.

"Felix, Chan and Changbin went down to the sea front whilst Minho, Hyunjin and Jisung were at the shops. Jeongin must have gone with them," Seungmin explains, shaking his head. "I'm seriously going to kill him when I find him again."

"I swear if you don't explain what he's done, I'm taking your name off of the lease," you say, throwing him a side glance as you settle back into a comfortable position.

"You can't do that," he mocks, as if you would ever actually take his name off of the lease to your new apartment. You'd just signed it two weeks ago, with Hyunjin and Felix too. It had been stressful trying to find accommodation for your final year of uni, as you weren't entitled to on campus accommodation in fourth year. When Seungmin brought the idea of sharing an apartment close to campus with Hyunjin and Felix to you, it had been an obvious yes.

Sure, living with three boys was probably going to be a nightmare, but you'd just lived with Seungmin for a year and he'd practically kept you afloat, so no matter how messy Felix was or how late Hyunjin stayed up, you figured you could handle it.

"He left my flip flops outside in the scorching sun yesterday," he finally says, offering you an explanation. "I specifically told him not to, because I'd seen online that the brand can partially melt in extreme heat - and who would have guessed? I now have a pile of goo on the ground."

You can't stifle your laugh, giggling openly. It was just such a classic Jeongin move you'd come to realise. He was nothing short of a little shit when he wanted to be. "They can't be a very good brand if they melt in the sun."

Seungmin scoffs. "They weren't made for over 40°c heat. Plus, I may or may not have bought them from a dodgy website," he complains, though you know he's over exaggerating. You could put money on the fact his flip flops were only slightly damaged. "He knows exactly what he's done as well. He'd written an, 'I'm sorry, Seungmin' note right on top of the goo pile for me to wake up to this morning."

You laugh openly this time, shaking your head at your friends actions. "Unsurprising."

Seungmin hums. "Yeah, I'll get my revenge at some point," he assures you, turning to give you an evil grin. "He's gonna hate choosing me as a roommate for this trip, I swear."

The resort you were staying in abroad, found by Chan (of course, as the self proclaimed 'dad' of your friend group), had large apartment like rooms that joined together and allowed you a private stretch of gorgeous white sand beach. Each room had a balcony area overlooking the beach, which you were currently taking full advantage of.

"I thought you chose Jeongin as a roommate?" You ask, turning on your side to properly face your friend.

"Jeongin is the least gross out of everyone," Seungmin answers with a grimace. "Other than you, of course. But you're rooming with your lovey dovey -"

He doesn't get to finish his taunt, as the front door to your room flies open. "Honey, I'm home!" Minho shouts, walking through the slide doors onto the balcony. His flip flops patter against the decking before he flops down onto the edge of your sun lounger.

"You're not trying to steal my girlfriend, are you Seungmo?" Minho questions, tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.

"It wasn't funny the first time you said it, and it's still not funny now," Seungmin responds, making Minho chuckle. Since Minho had popped the big question a couple months ago, he hadn't shut up about you being his girlfriend. His friends, that had now easily become your best friends, were constantly telling him to shut up, especially Seungmin since he spent the most time with you.

"Boo hoo," Minho says lazily, moving himself on your lounger so he was nestled comfortably in between your legs.

"What did you get from the store?" You ask him as he lays his head on your chest.

"Some meat and stuff so we can have a barbecue tonight," he responds. "Snacks, alcohol - some tampons for you."

"TMI," Seungmin winces, though you knew he was only doing it for show in front of Minho. You'd spent a year living with him and he couldn't care less about your period.

"A woman's menstrual cycle is natural," Minho mocks, laughing when Seungmin puts his fingers in his ears.

"Shut up, Jesus," you groan. It was bad enough you'd had to go on holiday while you were at the end of your period, especially in a group of guys, but your boyfriend felt the need to show how 'cool' he was about it in front of your friends, which made him decidedly uncool.

"Anyway," Seungmin says, attempting to stray the conversation away from your menstrual cycle. "What's Hyunjin and Ji up to now?"

"Said they were dumping their shit in their room and meeting the other guys at the beach for the day," Minho explains, stretching his limbs as he looks up at you. "Thought we could join them?"

You him, nodding. "Yeah, sounds good. Seungmin?"

"I'll need to borrow a pair of your flip flops, Minho," he says, and you take that statement as a form of agreement. "Jeongin has decimated mine."

Minho chuckles, pulling himself up from off your chest to sit at the edge of your lounger again. "Fine by me. There's a spare pair sitting on top of my suitcase."

Seungmin grins, getting up to put on Minho's flip flops. "I'm gonna go get changed into swim shorts, I'll get you guys down there?"

"Aye aye, captain," Minho responds, shouting through as Seungmin walks out your room, leaving you and Minho alone on the balcony.

He bends down towards you, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. "Hi."

You giggle at him, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun as you look at him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Hi. Thanks for the tampons, by the way. I forgot to ask for them."

"Yeah, I figured you'd forgotten," he replies lazily, tapping your knees with his fingers. "Not a problem for the best boyfriend ever."

You chuckle at him, shaking your head. Minho had voiced his concerns about not being able to be enough for you, as he'd never been in a proper relationship before, but you'd assured him you'd be able to work at it together. And here you were, happier than you'd been in a long time.

"You look pretty," Minho states outwardly, and you smile knowing he means it. You'd come to realise he didn't give out compliments easily, so when he did it made your heart melt. "Last I saw you, you were a zombie in bed."

"Yeah, well, we were up late last night," you say, which makes Minho snicker. You whack him on the arm. "Don't be crude."

"Says you!" He laughs, grabbing your hand to stop you from whacking him again. You take a second to eye him up - shirtless, in just a pair of swim shorts and flip flops, you thought about how lucky you were that your boyfriend was perhaps the hottest man on the planet.

"Stop eye fucking me," he says slyly, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I'm not eye fucking you," you counter, crossing your arms. That turns out to be a mistake, when Minho's eyes go straight to your boobs.

"You know," he starts lowly, moving closer to you to push a strand of hair behind your ear. "We haven't countered period sex yet, but if you -"

You don't even need to whack him for that one, because he gets hit in the face with a blow up beach ball. Cackling, you catch a glimpse of the perpetrator.

"Get a room!" Hyunjin shouts, laughing maniacally as his bleach blonde hair flies out around him, and you just know Minho's going to kill him for that.

"We have a room!" Minho shouts back, throwing the beach ball back to Hyunjin which he catches, walking up to your balcony from the beach, shirtless and dripping wet. You assume he's already been in the sea.

"Maybe use it?" He says cheekily, and you roll your eyes. "We're gonna play volleyball, get your asses out here."

"I refuse," you say, throwing your hands up with wide eyes. "Not after last time."

Hyunjin giggles, remembering your game on the first day you'd arrived, and how your bikini top had come undone whilst you tried to save the ball. That was not one of your finest moments.

"You can be umpire," he says, tilting his head. You look towards Minho who shrugs, so you turn back to Hyunjin and nod.

"Fine," you say in defeat, standing up off your sun lounger and grabbing your phone and the keys to your room, so you can lock the front and sliding doors and jump the barrier of your balcony onto the beach.

The boys are all round the corner from your balcony, their towels laid out on the sand with some beach umbrellas propped up. Jeongin and Felix are chasing each other up and down the coastline with water guns, whilst Jisung and Seungmin are sprawled lazily out on their towels, taking refuge under the umbrellas from the blazing sunshine. Chan and Changbin are setting up the volleyball net.

As you, Hyunjin and Minho walk towards them, Felix and Jeongin abandon their fight, dropping the water guns by the boys feet.

"Didn't think you'd want to play after last time," Felix says breathlessly, giving you a cheeky grin when you hit him with your beach towel.

"We collectively agreed to never speak about it again," you seethed, listening to the other boys snickers. You choose to ignore Minho's smirk. "Besides, I'm reffing, and your teams already in the minus points."

"Why?" Felix groans, pouting at you.

"Attitude and bad behaviour. Ref rules," you throw back, placing your beach towel down and making yourself comfortable. Minho bends down to give you a peck, ignoring the guys cries of PDA and Jeongin covering his eyes before he calls team captain and the boys split up into two groups. Minho calls the second team captain and gets first pick, choosing Chan instantly.

They were unsurprisingly competitive, as you'd come to find out. If their beer pong tournaments were anything to go by, their volleyball games were even worse. You'd had to settle a multitude of arguments by half time alone - Jisung claiming Changbin was using foul play and Seungmin purposefully making the other team laugh to lose their attention.

Minho's team won in the end, which you could have seen coming from a mile away, since Chan practically carried any team he was on in terms of sports games. By sunset, half the guys had left to shower and the other half were setting up the barbecue, leaving you and Minho alone by the beachfront.

You watch the tide slowly make its way in and out again, the sound calming as Minho lay reading beside you. He's motionless, save from the periodic turn of the page of his book and his thumb swiping over your thigh when he found a comfortable position to hold his book with one hand.

The sun was slowly starting to set, the orange and pink hues of the sky mixing together like paint on a palette. When Minho turns the page to his book again, you pull your sunglasses off of the bridge of your nose to study him.

"What you reading?" You ask him, and he seems to finish the last sentence before looking over to you.

"A book," he says slyly, keeping his thumb in the middle of it but closing it over to look at you. He probs himself up on one arm.

"Oh yeah? Though it was an oven mitt," you reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

Minho raises an eyebrow at you. "Oven mitt?"

"First thing I thought of," you shrug, lowering yourself so that your lying flat on your back, closer to him. He looks down at you with a half smile. "But really, what book is it?"

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes as one hand pushes his dusty brown hair out his face, turning the cover of his book around to show you.

"How to deal with rude people with a smile," you read the title aloud as your eyes scan the front cover. "Is this a step by step guide?"

Minho chuckles, shaking his head as he pretends to snatch the book away from you. "No - if you must know, it's one of my favourites, and I'm rereading it and annotating it so I can give it to you."

You blink a couple times at his words, not really comprehending what he was saying. "You're going to gift it to me after you've annotated it?"

"Yeah," he replies, and you watch his ears tinge red - his tell. "After everything that happened with your ex and Sooyun, I just...I dunno. I read this when I needed to, and I thought you could benefit from it as well."

Minho will never let you live it down if you cry in front of him about this, claiming his superiority from his heartfelt gift, so you force a brave face. A smile comes naturally to you at the kind gesture.

"I love you so much, did you know," you say easily, shaking your head almost in disbelief. Minho had opened up to you more than you'd ever thought he would after making your relationship official. He told you about his family; his parents who he loved but did not spend a lot of time with due to them frowning upon his decision to drop his medical degree to pursue dance, how his cats meant everything to him and more...

This just felt as though he was sharing another little part of himself with you.

"What about you, then?" He says, unable to take the compliment without getting somewhat flustered as per usual. "You were reading something earlier in the week."

You hum, turning and digging the book out of your beach bag. You gently throw it onto his lap, watching as he inspects it like you had done his before handing it back to you.

"A poem book?" He says curiously. "'A mouthful of forevers'. Any good?"

"I love it. I've never been a big poem fan but this book...I dunno, her poems really speak to me."

"Okay you freak, read me one," he says blatantly, lying down flat on his back like you and crossing his arms, staring into the sky. He turns to you when you don't reply to him. "Please?"

You choose to ignore his shit eating grin when you open to one of the pages in the book you had dog eared.

"Love Poems, by Clementine Von Radics," you start with a huff, already feeling your tummy flutter under your boyfriends smirk and watchful eye. "I want to kiss you. Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars. Or something. I don't know. Love poems never make sense to me."

You pause for a second to catch your breath and sneak a peak at Minho as you do, and he's carefully watching you - a serious expression on his features as he nods at you for you to continue.

"Poets say things like Your teeth are flowers or Your eyes are miracles. But you aren't miracles. Or flowers. You are some sweet boy with a good smile and a shaky heart. Come kiss me. I'm in love with the miracle of your body—beside my body."

Minho stays quiet for a second, contemplating your words, and you can't help but feel sheepish.

"I like it because it reminds me of you," you say, although Minho's one of the smartest people you've ever met and you'd be damned if he hadn't already guessed that. "It's like - humans are never supposed to be these amazing, wondrous, beings. But you're you, and even though you will never be this unrealistic perfected poet concoction of a man, you have already shown me what perfect feels like. Because, I guess to me, perfect is good and bad things coexisting in this one little life with you."

There's not another second to babble on, because Minho's easily caught your lips with his own after moving swiftly so that he hovers over the top of you. He keeps himself propped up on an arm beside your head as he depends the kiss slightly before pulling away.

His hair tickles your forehead as he breathes, shaking his head at you. "You know I love you too, right?" He says lowly, dark eyes shifting between your own. "I don't say it that often, but I am so absolutely in love with you and sometimes I just have to sit with my thoughts because I have never known what I have done to deserve you."

His deep words make your heart fill and your grin crack. You figure you must be looking at him maniacally, but you don't care - not when you lowers his head to kiss you again, the feeling one that you will never take for granted. After these months you still feel the same butterflies you felt after that very first time.

"You're sooo in love with me," you can't help but to tease when he pulls away again, watching when he shakes his head with a chuckle. "You're practically on your knees for me."

"I could be later, if you quit acting like a brat in the middle of our nice moments," he says, tilting his head and placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "Now, come on, cause -"

The distraction of Hyunjin and Jeongin making sex noises and kissy faces is one that you surprisingly enjoy, since it firstly means that Minho doesn't notice the way your cheeks are the same colour as your sunburn and secondly, that dinner must be ready. You successfully rope Jeongin into helping you pack up the beach stuff when Minho ends up in the midst of a physical fight with Hyunjin, the two men hollering and rolling around on the sand like children.

Whatever the issue was, you could assume Hyunjin deserved it. The two of them had been ridiculously close recently, after having talked out all their issues back when they weren't on the best of terms. You didn't know if it was just because you and Hyunjin were so close or because they'd finally had a deep discussion together, but they'd been practically inseparable the whole holiday.

Not that you are complaining - you'd take them clinging to each other over the two of them avoiding each other like the plague any day of the week.

"You and Minho hyung are cute," Jeongin goads as he folds Minho's towel, showing you his dimples and widening his eyes. "Kind of gross, but mostly cute."

You take the towel from him and shove it into your back, grabbing your water bottle and waiting for Jeongin to pick up Minho's water bottle before the two of you head towards your bedroom's balcony. "You think?"

He hums, nodding. "Everyone's been saying it all holiday. Especially Hyunjin, which is so weird. To think a couple months ago he was like your relationship's number one enemy is laughable."

You can't help but roll your eyes with a smile at the memory. "He was such a pain in the ass back then, huh?"

"Right?" Jeongin agrees, giving you a hand to help you climb over your balcony decking's railings when you reach it. "I don't know who was a bigger clock block, him or Felix."

He laughs with you when you can't help but to crack up, remembering that one time Minho was helping you dance in the practice rooms and Felix came in at the worst possible time, or when you and Minho were finally opening up to each other and Hyunjin just had to spread a rumour that wasn't true.

"Is it weird that I wouldn't change any of it?" You ask the younger boy, thanking him when he hands you the water bottle.

"Nah," he agrees, his freshly dyed bleach blonde hair (that he'd tried and failed to convince everyone he wasn't copying Hyunjin) forming waves from the sea water he hadn't washed out yet. "It's one hell of a story."

The distant calls for you both to hurry up remind you that you've got food waiting, so you lock your bedroom door and head out back again. By the time you round the corner, you spot the boys in a large circle - your boyfriend in charge of grilling the meat, whilst Felix is preparing what looks like bibimbap. Changbin's also putting together burger buns and salad as Jisung hands out the drinks Seungmin's pouring. Chan seems to be in charge of the whole orchestration, making sure everyone gets a bit of all the foods on their plate.

"You are a grand help," you say snidely to Hyunjin, the only one of them not helping, as he sprawls lazily on a deck chair by the unlit fire pit.

"I was sworn off preparations," he responds, not bothering to look at you. "I'm the visual."

Jeongin shares a look with you as you scoff, getting stuck in to helping when Chan starts handing you plates of food to place on people's seats. "You need a reality check."

"Chan?" He calls lazily.

"He's the visual," Chan shrugs as he hands you another plate, the other guys snickering. "Plus, Minho beat him up earlier."

"What was that even about?" You ask, wanting to be kept in the loop. Your boyfriend catches your eye, rolling his own in response. It's almost a shame to see he's put a t-shirt on, but the way he's rolled the sleeves up over his biceps and his cheeks flushed pink from the heat of the barbecue make you think otherwise.

Since Minho isn't giving you an answer, you turn to Hyunjin, who only gives you a smirk. He pulls his arms up by his head, resting against them. "I only told him that public sex on the beach is actually a crime, and nobody wants to see his massive -"

He doesn't get another word out, after getting hit in the face from a flying beef burger. Jeongin cracks up beside you, and you can't stifle your laugh either, especially when Chan starts shouting.

"We only have so much of them to go around!" He frets, counting out the food items with his fingers. "Stop acting like a child, Minho. Your girlfriends right there."

Minho waves at you with a grin, and you shake your head at him. Seungmin and Jisung finish pouring the drinks, making the rounds and placing them in the cup holders of each chair.

"She's just as bad as him," Seungmin scoffs, picking up a plate full of food and taking a seat beside you. "You know she made me pick out paint samples with her last week? Guess what colour she's painting her bedroom."

Your boyfriend raises you an eyebrow as he finishes passing out the rest of the meat and turns off the barbecue. It must have slipped your mind to inform him of your plans for your bedroom in the new apartment; you were still renting, but the landlord was extremely lenient and allowed you to paint wherever you wanted as long as the apartment looked how did did before you arrived when you eventually leave.

"She wants the ceiling to be pink," Seungmin groans, sending a wave of laughter through your friends. Sometimes being the only girl who regularly hung out with them sucked, and you made a mental note to at least attempt to find another female friend - preferably one who wouldn't steal your boyfriend.

"The ceiling? How are you even gonna reach that, shorty," Changbin laughs, ruffling your hair with his free hand before plonking himself in a seat next to Hyunjin, the rest of the chairs filling up pretty quickly. Minho takes the spare seat beside you, of course.

"I have a vision," you mumble inwardly, ignoring Minho's pout about how cute you were.

You had to admit, Minho's food was delicious - as was Felix's bibimbap, which wasn't to be unexpected. One of your favourite thing's about Minho was his dedication to making food for everyone, one of his love languages- though he'd never admit it out loud.

All of you eat well, chatting together about anything and everything. Hyunjin giving Felix extras from his plate when Felix had finished, the younger boy grinning at him in delight. Changbin and Chan engaging in an arm wrestle, in with Changbin dominates, of course. Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin having a beer downing competition, spluttering with laughter when Jisung almost chokes on the drink. Minho, a hand on your thigh, watching his friends eat the food he'd made for them in contempt - all of it fills your heart.

To think how miserable you had been, in a relationship you had tried so hard to keep afloat, and a friendship that ended in distrust - how different your life was now was insane.

Hyunjin distracts you from your thoughts, calling your name as he stands up. "Yo, come help me get the ice creams from my room."

You roll your eyes at his request, but inevitably agree, standing up and narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend who slaps your ass as you do so.

"Come on lazy lumps," Hyunjin taunts, calling you as you run to catch up with him walking towards his room. "These ice creams won't get themselves."

"Alright, alright," you sigh, following him into his room and taking a bundle of ice creams he pulls out the freezer. "You're so clingy recently."

He scoffs, making a disgusted face at you. "I'm not clingy," he claims, whilst you tilt your head at him. He closes the freezer with the ice cream packets in his arms, sighing. "Okay, maybe I'm a bit clingy, but you can't blame me. There was a point I thought you and Minho would never talk to me again."

"You're so dramatic," you chuckle, as the two of you walk out the room and back towards your friends. "We've been over this a million times - I don't blame you for anything, and you'd never get rid of me or Minho that easily."

"I know, I know," he says, and you notice his faint smile. The sand gets in between your toes as you walk, so you take your flip flops off to walk barefoot. "I'm just happy about how everything's turned out. Don't tell Minho I said this, but the two of you have never been happier now that you're with each other, and I was a little bitch to think otherwise."

You laugh openly at his compliment, shoving his shoulder fondly as you reach your friends, handing out the ice cream packets.

"You're not trying to get with my girl, are you Hyun?" Minho comments cheekily, which everyone collectively groans at.

"Nobody is trying to steal your girlfriend, dickwad. That joke has been used and abused," Changbin whines, which your boyfriend grins at, as if this was the desired affect of his idiotic comment. Hyunjin only sticks his tongue out at him.

"Says the one that was all over her that first night at the bar," Minho jabs back, which Changbin just smirks at.

"We get it! I'm hot!" You say confidently, scrunching up your nose when Seungmin chucks a rolled up napkin at your face. "And anyway, Changbin's taken now."

Changbin widens his eyes at you as the other boys turn to him in shock because, oh shit, that was a secret you were not supposed to share. There's a chorus of irritated yelling forced towards Changbin, and he looks at you in despair.

"You have a girlfriend?" Felix shouts, standing up and pointing at Changbin. You shoot him a sorry glance as he waves his hands.

"Yes! Okay, it's a very recent thing," he groans. "And you! You were not supposed to tell them!"

You shrug your shoulders apologetically, secretly enjoying the chaos. Minho turns to you, an intrigued smirk on his face.

"And how did you know before any of us?" He asks, no distaste in his tone, just genuine intrigue. One of your favourite things about Minho was how he could not care less about your friendships with the guys, something your ex was almost always complaining about. Minho relished in the fact you got along so well with all his friends.

"I went by Changbin's place to get him to help me fix my broken bedside table for the new place, and she called him while I was over, so it was really only a coincidence," you explain with your hands up.

"Why did you need Changbin's help?" Hyunjin questions. "Am I not good enough?"

"You don't even own a toolbox, Hyun," you say, deadpan, turning to Minho. "And you were away working, so don't start."

"I know, I don't care," he says with a grin, and you laugh at how Hyunjin is more annoyed than Minho. Minho and you had trust and he didn't mind you spending time with others, but Hyunjin was a dramatic baby whenever he wasn't involved. Realistically he just had a bad case of FOMO.

"Anyway," Chan claps, steering the conversation in a different direction. "We're all happy for you Binnie, right guys?"

There's a collective mumble of agreement which you laugh at, watching Changbin get up off of his chair. "On that note, I'm gonna call said girlfriend before the time difference gets too ridiculous. Peace out sluts."

You shake your head at him with a smile, watching as he bounds along the sand towards his room.

"That's it," Jeongin whines. "We've lost another one."

"You're just jealous since you're single," Jisung prods the younger boy, which he shrugs at.

"Yeah," he sighs. "So real."

You drown out the guys conversation, discussing relationships and what not, as you pull out your phone, scrolling your instagram feed. A photo Seungmin posted of you, Felix and Hyunjin pops up - the two boys cracking dumb poses as you laugh at them. You like the photo with a smile, continuing your scroll. The next photo that arises is of Sooyun - a ring adorned on her finger.

Her and Doha had broken up not long after she'd come to your dorm. You'd spoken to her a couple times since then when you'd bumped into each other on campus, though your friendship had never resumed. It was for the best, to stay civil yet cut ties, because she'd hurt you badly and you'd never have trust for her again.

Yet, you were happy for her. She'd gotten into a relationship with one of her family friends from your hometown a couple months after her and Doha had broken up. They'd grown up together, and you'd always suspected they'd end up with each other. You weren't surprised when you heard they were together, and after a year they'd gotten engaged. She beamed in the photo, her fiancé looking at her adoringly as she held up her hand for the camera.

You like the photo, commenting 'congrats!' before showing the photo to Minho. He smiles, knowing you were over the drama and genuinely happy for your friend.

"Maybe it's a thing," he says, tapping your knee with his fingers absentmindedly. "After someone ends their relationship with Doha, they find the love of their life."

You shake your head at him with a smile, knowing he was probably right. The last you'd heard of Doha, he'd dropped out of university and was reputably known as a cheater in your area. Luckily, you hadn't seen him since you'd broken up with him, confirming the theory that when someone isn't meant to be in your life, you'll never see them again.

"I'm fucking exhausted," Jisung yawns, stretching out his limbs. "Should we call it a night, since we're up early to swim with dolphins tomorrow?"

Hyunjin nods, standing up. "Yeah, agreed. Felix, don't you dare let me sleep in. I can't wait to swim with dolphins!"

Felix rolls his eyes, joining Hyunjin as the two of them wave before heading off to their room. Chan starts getting all of your things together as the rest of you help, folding up the chairs and taking all your rubbish from the beach. You all say goodnight to each other as you part ways, you and Minho heading back to your room.

"I love it here," you say as soon as you close the sliding doors, locking them for the night and staring out at the view. "I never want to leave. It's like paradise."

"You know," Minho says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms round your torso. "I was thinking, after you finish your degree next year, would you want to go travelling with me for a bit? By then I'll have a fair amount of money saved, so we could go wherever you want before you settle down to work."

"Really?" You ask, turning in his embrace to blink up at him. "You want to?"

"Of course. I've thought about it for a while. It would be fun, just the two of us, exploring."

You grin, kissing him on the lips. "I'd do anything and go anywhere as long as I'm with you, you know that, right?"

He chuckles, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I you. Who would have thought friends with benefits could end up like this?"

You playfully hit his shoulder before pulling him into a hug, letting him wrap his arms around you.

"Who would have thought," you agree, sighing into his embrace and thanking the universe for letting your friends with benefits situation turn into the most beautiful love.

And friends with benefits, after a year, is fully complete. I hope you all enjoyed the epilogue, even though you had to wait forever for it. This story will always have a special place in my heart - it’s the reason so many of you read my fics and found my account. Thankyou always for the interactions on this series, love always 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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george-weasleys-girl · 10 months

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Uhm, it's the last one now 🙈

Can I send you this one again? Wordsmith - Send me a trope/prompt, and your choice of either George or Fred, and I will weave you a short blurb. Please? Thank you 😌

And again with George Weasley with this prompt, "Lay a finger on her, and I will end your life, and I mean that very seriously." and this trope hurt/ comfort

I hope it's okay 🙈

Voices Carry

George Weasley x Fem!reader

Warnings: emotionally abusive relationship, gaslighting, cursing

~•~

Inspired by the song Voices Carry by 'Til Tuesday.

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"I told him I was done with his bullshit," Y/N said. "Then I threw my glass of wine in his face and took off those god-awful shoes he made me wear and threw them at him too."

"And right in the middle of the restaurant, too," George laughed. "I would've loved to have seen the look on his face."

"Me too. He was too busy trying to crawl under the table for me to get a good look." Y/N gave him a sheepish grin and then looked down.

George titled his head down to get a look at her face. "You did good love. I'm glad you finally kicked him to the curb."

Y/N sighed. "Yeah, I know. But I should've done it sooner. I just kept thinking things would get better if I said or did all the right things. That he'd... I don’t know... be better, you know?" She gave a bitter laugh. "Godric, I'm such a fucking idiot."

George moved to sit beside her. "You are not an idiot, Y/N. If anyone is an idiot, it's him for not seeing the treasure he had in you. Any guy with half a brain would be proud to have you on his arm."

"Oh, um, thanks." Y/N took a sip of her wine. "That's really sweet of you to say."

"I say it because it's true."

A brief, shy smile quirked at the corners of her lips, and she took another sip of wine. "Hey - um," Y/N began. "I was wondering if I could crash here for a little while?Just until I save up a deposit for my own place."

"Of course," George put his arm around her. "You can stay as long as you need."

"Thanks," she said and leaned her head on his shoulder.

~•~

George let go of the breath he'd been holding for what seemed like ages. Over the past several months, he'd stood by helplessly as Y/N's now ex-boyfriend, Eric, attempted to mold her into a shape that didn't tarnish his precious image.

"Why do you talk so much?"

"Why do you laugh so loud?"

"Nobody wants to hear that."

"Why do you insist on dressing like that? You look terrible."

"Stop crying! God, why are you so sensitive about everything?"

"Work run late? Or were you too busy flirting with your boss?"

The bastard took and took and took from her until she was a ghost of the confident, vibrant woman George had grown to love.

"I never thought I'd hate someone," he'd confided to Fred. "But I hate him so much it hurts. Y/N just has to give me the word, and they'll never find his fucking body."

~•~

The raised voices in the back corner of the store caught George's attention almost immediately. He turned the corner, and his vision ran red. Eric had Y/N pinned against the wall, one of his fists raised.

Before he could strike, George had him by the collar, pulling him off Y/N and backward into a shelf of Extendable Ears. The display tilted, spilling its contents in all directions and causing Eric to trip and fall forward onto George, who pulled him up to eye level. "Lay a finger on her, and I will end your life, and I mean that very seriously."

Eric sneered, twisting himself out of George’s grasp. "I don't know why you want to waste your time on that worthless - "

George's fist slammed into Eric's face cutting off whatever else he was about to say. He stumbled back, cradling his bloody nose. "You broke my fucking nose!" He bellowed. The younger twin rolled his eyes and grabbed Eric's collar once more, dragging him with one hand down the stairs and through the store to the entrance. He threw open the door and tossed Eric out. "Stay away from Y/N, or next time, I'll break more than your nose," George snarled, then slammed the door shut.

~•~

"Are you sure you're ok?" George poured Y/N and himself two hefty shots of firewhiskey.

"Yeah... yeah, of course."

He eyed her over his glass but said nothing.

"Look, I'm really sorry," she said. "I never dreamed he would do something like that."

"Love, that wasn't your fault," George replied. "I still can't believe he had the audacity to strut right in as if I wouldn't wipe the floor with his pompous ass."

Y/N giggled a little at that. "I must admit it was kinda fun watching you drag him through the store."

"It was kinda fun doing it," George chuckled and then downed his whiskey. "So, umm... Fred and I have been talking. How do you like the spare bedroom? Are you sleeping well enough?"

"Uh, yeah, it's good," she smiled. "The bed is super comfy."

"That's great!" George grinned. "How would you feel about becoming our roommate?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "Roommate?"

"Yeah, I really love you being around all the time, and I'd... miss you when you move out."

Y/N went very still and very quiet for a few long moments. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I - I'd miss you too."

"You would?" George looked stunned. "Really?"

Y/N nodded. "I really would."

"So, does that mean you're staying?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I'm staying."

~•~

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shyvioletcat · 3 months

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Long time no see! After having a nap yesterday I was very awake last night and wrote this. I thought I’d join in and write something for @throneofglassmicrofics I used Memory as the prompt, as you can probably tell. And I broke the rules. I went 50 words over but I couldn’t bear to cut anything. Anyway…. Enjoy?

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The chapel was lit by mid morning light, rainbows cascading from the stained glass windows. The flowers at the end of each pew elevated the ambiance just a touch more as the white blooms seemed to harness the warm light—nearly glowing. Aelin sat second row from the front, groom's side, a place of honour for her as one of his closest friends. There had been some cursory talk of her being in the bridal party, but in the end it was never going to happen, despite how much it was wanted. The bride and her family were far too traditional for the allowance of a woman in the groom’s entourage, so it was three male groomsmen along with three quintessential bridesmaids to match. All perfectly paired up for the perfect day.

Aelin tried to appreciate it, to smile along and blend in with the excited energy in the air. But the sinking in her stomach was cold and hard as a stone. She couldn’t ignore it, try as she might.

Rowan stood at the head of the aisle, dressed in a dark grey suit and trying his best not to look nervous. He was doing a fair job, he was always good at hiding his true feelings. That was part of the reason they had wasted so much time. Aelin hadn’t known how he felt until it was nearly too late. They’d only had a few precious months together before life got in the way and they had been sent to opposite ends of the world. Rowan was being deployed to gods knew where, traveling the world on whichever Navy vessel he was assigned to, while Aelin went back to Terrasen to work for her father. That had taken her all over the world too and never staying in one place too long. She had desperately tried to hang onto what they had but in the end it hadn’t been fair to him. They had struggled through time zones and lack of communication. In the end Aelin was the one to let him go, let him be free. She would regret that mistake for the rest of her life.

It had been foolish of her to imagine they would find their way back to each other. Rowan was too good of a man for that. Aelin wouldn’t be the one to hold him back from anything. He had so much love to give and a life of his own to live, it was Aelin’s fault she wasn’t there in the right place at the right time. Sometimes Aelin wondered if maybe they had had longer together in those initial months if they might have been able to weather the storm. Now it was too late, she would never know.

After smoothing down his suit sleeve for the hundredth time Rowan looked up, catching Aelin’s eye. He gave her a wink and a wave, his nervousness all but emanating from him. Aelin smiled back, rolling her eyes playfully to tell Rowan to get a grip. Catching her meaning Rowan huffed a laugh before his attention was taken by the appearance of the priest at his side.

The interaction drew the attention of Rowan’s parents in the pew in front, Aelin saw their faces light up as they recognised her.

“Aelin! You made it,” his mother beamed.

It was impossible not to smile back. “I did. Wonderful to see you Iris.”

“You too, sweetie,” Iris said a lent over the pew to squeeze Aelin’s hand. “We know how hard you work and it means the world to Rowan that you’re here.”

Aelin was saved from answering around the growing lump in her throat by the music swelling from the solo cellist in the corner. Everyone stood, knowing what was happening next. Almost as one, the gathering looked towards the doors. Not Aelin, she just needed one more moment. In the end it cost her, because it allowed her to see the look on Rowan’s face. It was filled with so many emotions, down to the tears brimming in his eyes. He smiled at his bride, his gaze never straying as she made her way down the aisle to him. His smile was unfaltering, wide enough that it caused his adorable dimple to appear. Rowan’s happiness was off the charts, filling Aelin’s chest with a bitter sort of happiness. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.

Memories flooded her vision, back when he used to smile at her like that, when that dimple in his left cheek would come out just for her. The haunting echos of his touch on her skin, the brush of his lips, the press of his body on hers. In those moments Aelin had never felt more cherished. As tears began to sting her own eyes Aelin had to look away, lest she become a sobbing mess and ruin this day for the man she loved.

Finally, Aelin took in Lyria, filling every definition of a radiant bride. Her dress was pure white, lace sleeves to her wrist with just the right amount of princess puff in the skirt. A veil trailed down her back from the elegant bun her brown hair was spun into. She smiled at Rowan with the same excitement he had. There were whispers of a pregnancy as to why the engagement and wedding were so rushed, Aelin didn’t know the truth of it. If it was true it might just break her. The secrecy first of all, and then because Aelin always imagined it being the one to have Rowan’s children—had been sure of it. That was a future that was rapidly vanishing to nothing but dust.

The congregation sat down and the ceremony began. Aelin barely heard it, almost in a daze. At one point the best man caught her eye, Fenrys sending her a concerned look. The small kindness was too much and Aelin shook her head with the clear message of stop. Thankfully he did and she went back to trying to keep herself together.

When they say I do the finality of it all hit Aelin like a shotgun shot to the heart and she would swear it was the exact moment her heart shattered into a thousand pieces because now all those memories… they meant absolutely nothing.

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*laughs nervously* surprise?

#throne of glass microfics #rowaelin fanfiction

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haikyuuwaifu · 1 year

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Break Up With Him: Old Dominion

Roronoa Zoro x female reader

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

I’d tell him that it’s over Then bring it on over Stringin him along any longer girl, it’s just wasting precious time Girl, you know it can’t wait Just rip it off like a band-aid I know you ain’t in love with him break up with him

Y/n could feel her hands sweating as her parents smiled. They were in the middle of dress rehearsals. Nami and Robin watched on from the sidelines, the two women sharing matching grins. Y/n was sure they were planning something, but she’d been too busy to ask. Letting out another sigh, Y/n plastered on a fake smile as the officiant began the rehearsal from the top.

A few hours later, Y/n found herself sitting alone outside. It was breaking into evening, and the sky was a rather pretty mix of oranges and pinks. “Deep in thought?” A voice grunted, causing Y/n to turn around. She was surprised to see that it was her father. She and her father had been having a hard time since this whole fiasco started. “S’nothing new papa.” Y/n supplied, giving him a strained smile. The man only sighed. Taking a seat next to his daughter, he rubbed a hand over his face. “This is...” He began, looking out into the street. “This is hard for me sweetheart, because I really only want what’s best for you.” “Papa it’s fine. I know it’s important to the f-” “It’s not important to me or your mother sweetheart. It’s important to those shitty ass grandparents of yours.” he growled, eyes glaring at the sidewalk. “Your mother and I never told you this, but I wasn’t always the picture of prim and proper.” Her father supplied, reaching into his pocket. Pulling out his wallet, Y/n was surprised to see a small polaroid wedged into one of the pockets. Taking it gingerly from her father’s hands, Y/n took in the sight of her parents, much younger, straddling a rather large motorcycle.

“You drove a motorcycle!” Y/n teased, causing her father’s cheeks to heat. “I was the leader of a gang actually.” He huffed, causing his daughter to break out into giggles. “No way!” She teased, nudging her father’s shoulder. The man only nodded, crossing his arms as he stared down at the picture. “I was. I met your mom in the middle of a barfight. She hit a man in the face with a broken bottle and I knew it was love.” He sighed. “I gave up that life, for a better life with your mother. The only problem with that, was that your grandparents became a stifling blanket of judgement and disdain over the last number of years.” Y/n looked up at her father, and gave his shoulder a pat. “You shouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of your mother and I’s decisions.” He supplied, letting out a heavy sigh. “And thanks to your crazy ass friends, your mother and I are fully aware of a certain rough and tough paramour.” He grumbled, as Y/n let out a strained laugh. “We aren’t anything papa, he’s just a f-” “Now don’t go lyin to my future father-in-law now sweetheart.” A voice shouted, causing father and daughter to look toward the street.

Y/n was shocked to see the man she’d come to love, standing on the sidewalk clad in his Sunday best. “S’bout time you and I get out of here princess.” Zoro called, as Y/n looked over at her father. “He’s takin you out of here sweetie. Your mother and I will handle the rest.” Y/n felt the tears prick her lids as she held her father close. “Go on and get started on the rest of your life sweetheart. Your mother and I will see you soon.” Her father whispered into her hair, his voice nasally as he held back his tears. Y/n nodded into her father’s shoulder, before making her way down the steps. Her father watched on as Zoro scooped his daughter up and spun her around. His wife came to join him, as the two watched their daughter mount the bike and ride away. “The apple didn’t fall far from the tree after all.” Her father teased, causing her mother to snort, before the couple broke out into loud happy laughter.

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mephinomaly · 6 months

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[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 13

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Koga: (Woah, that playboy suddenly changed up his movement! Before he was jus’ flailin’ his limbs around like an octopus!)

(Now he’s movin’ with emotion, somethin’ he never did at practice! He has emotion, a soul! He can really dance!)

(I’m still in the middle of practising that part…! I don’t wanna make excuses like I haven’t prepared enough or I don’t have the talent though!)

(I’ve got to do my best with what I’ve got!)

♪～♪～♪

Adonis: (Hakaze-senpai, Oogami… You’re both amazing. It’s like wet gunpowder suddenly exploding.)

(What changed? Is it because Sakuma-senpai is here now? Did seeing him ease your anxieties and rejuvenate you?)

(I don’t understand how but– I must try my best too.)

(I need to learn from these people, from my friends.)

(I need to do this for them, who accepted a foreigner like me without a second thought!)

♪～♪～♪

Rei: (Ahaha. Thanks to me showin’ up, they’ve suddenly got some pep in their step.)

(Your scrambled thoughts have been blown away, and your anger and emotions are stronger than ever.)

(As long as you don’t think about random shit, your brain can focus on movin’ your body.)

(Then, your bodies won’t get worn out—otherwise you’re hidin’ your strongest talents.)

(Let it explode. Let yourself bloom spectacularly, magnificently.)

(That's why, even if I’m not there, you guys can defeat anyone.)

(I don’t wanna deal with those “vampires” that were slackin’ off ‘n messin’ around.)

(The DreFes was supposed t’be a live showdown, but this time it’s more of a ceremony.)

(UNDEAD will beat the “vampires” who are nothing more than an untalented, unorganised mob.)

(That’s how it’ll go. They had lost before we even began.)

(Bouzu wrote this story. Because of today, the Student Council will be received positively from vanquishing these delinquents.)

(These are just their opening moves. Haha, I ended up bein’ his pawn.)

(But I guess I was a little on edge in the beginnin’, but if things keep goin’ how they are, the only way we don’t win is if somethin’ major goes wrong.)

(We’ll be victorious, as UNDEAD.)

(The vampires, they won’t even come in here even if we ask them to. This battle— Flashback, has already been won. By us, by UNDEAD.)

(On top of that, they ain’t gonna exactly be eager to be fightin’ against me, against their god.)

(Those guys, those “vampires” won’t fight us. They won’t participate. They won’t even get up on this stage.)

(It’s ‘cos those vampires have no sense of danger.)

(They don’t think about the future. If they don’t get up on the stage, they’ll never know what could happen.)

(If you actually thought about your future, you wouldn’t be wastin’ your precious life bummin’ around being a delinquent.)

(They’re probably not even worried at all. They’re just goin’ about their day as usual. Maybe they’re making fun of us for the fact that we challenged them to this.)

(They think everything’s a joke, and waste their days laughin’ to themselves.)

(But they won’t be able to laugh for much longer.)

(My condolences. It’s too late for them to regret it now, morons.

(The crossroad lies here.)

(And those guys took a wrong turn.)

(Sorry, but I got no sympathy for them… Bouzu’s different, he actually fought back. They said they admired me, yet they avoid me, they can’t even face me.)

(They say they love me, yet all they love is themselves.)

(That’s why they chose the easiest path, the one that would hurt them the least.

(Pretendin’ they couldn’t see me right in front of their eyes and ran away.)

(That road doesn’t go anywhere. That road is crumblin’, and it'll send you straight to hell.)

(But now I feel like I can reach out my hand to those who have nothin’ to do with me.)

(I’m sorry, I can’t help you.)

…Welp, since you found me, I’ll be up there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail ♪

Kaoru: Seriously? If you’re not interested in doing this, you can just go home, okay?!

Rei: Ahaha. You’re sexy when you’re angry, Hakaze-kun. Sorry, sorry, Freudian slip?

Kaoru: Are you kidding me? Even if you think that, you don’t have to tell me!?

Rei: Yeah yeah, anyway. We just gotta get to know each other one step at a time. We’ll become friends no matter what happens, and there'll be a lot of opportunities to do things like this.

Yup. Fortunately, we’ve still got time.

This is our youth.

♪～♪～♪

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Chapter 12

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #undead climax #rei sakuma #koga oogami #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze

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mizumiii · 7 months

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A perfect plan - III

Part II - Table of contents

Balthazar x Fem!Tav

Good evening, here is the last part. There's 🌶️🌶️🌶️ in the middle but I was too lazy to break this part in two.

Tav's motivation increased as she found in Bal an unexpected partner, her days were spent looking forward to seeing him again and sharing his embrace in the intimacy of her bedroom. She never progressed as efficiently as now, even the shadows could not stop her. It was a bit strange because her situation had not changed, but to be able to forget it for a couple of hours was doing wonders on her mind.

This evening Bal was waiting for Tav in the Last Light Inn. It was the first time she was not here before him since he would use his corpses to spy on her and know when she was back. They had informed him she was on her way, but the day had already ended for a couple of hours without her making an appearance. Because of this, he had to play his merchant act with others, which irritated him strongly. Those lovers of nature were so stupid it was nerve-wracking! There was no point in him wasting his precious time here if he could not play with his little toy. She was the only thing of interest around here, and he could not wait for the day he would break her meticulously apart. It was now just a matter of days, weeks at most, so it made it even more infuriating not to be able to test and bend her more.

He finally left the place, annoyed to have wasted his precious time.

“You should have seen her when I smashed her with my halberd!” A giant tiefling boasted in a loud and proud voice just in front of him and the tavern.

“Sorry but I was a bit busy healing your ass without dying myself”, grumbled a half-elf.

“You both did a great job”, a big, muscular wood elf patted their heads.

“I will never look at coins the same way now”, jocked another tiefling.

“Haha true”, laughed the first one before stopping in front of Bal. “Ooh, good evening little man.”

She then turned towards Tav with a very implicit smirk as the paladin ignored her by walking past her to reach the merchant.

“Good evening Bal”, she saluted him too.

He frowned, Karlach’s little spike could not mean less to him, but Tav’s aspect was unexpectedly fueling his annoyance: her armour had holes all over, some particularly alarming on her chest, but even if her skin was as clean as the day she was born, her red was paler than usual.

“We ran out of potion, and mana”, she shrugged as she noticed his glare, “at least we got more than enough gold to buy far better armour.”

“It seemed I took you for more clever than you truly are”, he snorted unhappily, “your boldness in front of danger only spells stupidity.”

A heavy silence fell on the five people reunited in front of the inn.

“We’ll go first”, Halsin suddenly declared after exchanging glances with Karlach and Shadowheart. “We’ll see you tomorrow”.

And without waiting for an answer, they rushed to the camp, leaving Tav and Bal finally alone. The merchant still felt angry, it was as if all his efforts of the previous months had been for nothing as the woman he had thought being a threat could in fact be easily beaten thanks to her immaturity in front of danger. He opened his mouth to voice his mind but was interrupted by Tav suddenly slamming her hand on the door behind him. She had cornered him against him, using her body to block him.

“What do you think you are doing?” He scoffed to hide the sudden jolt that had struck him.

How could that toy pull such a reaction out of him when he should just have discarded it without hesitation?

“Bal…”, she leaned to his left ear, leaving her voice to sink deeper in his head, “the only thing that is keeping me together right now is to know that I can find you here when I come back. So if you really think those words just leave…”, her voice was soft like honey but her intonation left some daggers to be felt.

Then, Tav left her head resting on his shoulder, her nose tickling his neck. Her last words were craving new marks on his skin, invisible ones. She needed him ? That was marvellous, exactly what he needed, no, what he wanted. His toy was at his mercy… He grabbed her hair to pull her head back before kissing her. As if it was the signal she was waiting for, Tav’s hunger awakened. He fought for control over her mouth, imposing his tongue through her lips, preventing her from parting apart with his hand. He kept going at it until he heard her moan slightly. His awareness was jolted awake, no matter how much he wanted to hear her sing right now, there was no way he would share it with anyone else. So he finally let go of her, she looked at him with a smile, her lips shining with his saliva. She took his hand, as she used to and led him to her bedroom.

There, they got rid of his clothes first, before dealing with her armour. It was so damaged that they had to cut or force open some parts. Piece by piece, Bal witnessed all the bruises the healing had not dealt with, leaving Tav’s body like a strange canvas.

“Such unnecessary heroism”, the merchant commented with a grimace.

“I needed to come back here quickly,” she playfully justified.

She squeezed her body against his, before kissing him with enthusiasm. Bal decided to press on all her dark spots with a hand while the other one was forcing her to keep kissing him. Tav winced out of surprise, the pain dissolving in the man's mouth. Her reaction pleased him greatly as he went harder to make her desperately cling to his shoulders. Her legs could barely hold her as tears were building in the corner of her eyes.

“Hold on tightly my little toy”, he advised her while releasing her head before pushing her against a wall.

With a surface on her back and Bal's head between her hands, Tav was able to stay standing on her two legs. The pain that had almost overtaken came back again, except this time her torturer used his second hand to play with her vagina. Her moan instantly went louder as his fingers played at the same time with her bruises and her clit.

“Bal… it hurts”, Tav winced against his lips.

“You can only blame yourself for what you're enduring, Doll”, he wickedly claimed with a smile.

It was intoxicating to see Tav reduced to a plaything between his fingers, far more satisfying than anything he had ever experienced. As he scientist he had never been an adept of torture or free pain, everything he had ever done had a reason, an objective. But here, now, he only wanted to hear what kind of lecherous sounds she could make, to see her beg for him… For now, her cheeks were bright red, her mouth gasping for air and her eyes shining with tears, it was a marvellous sight. He could feel her legs shaking around his arm, her hands desperately holding onto him…

“You do not look in that much pain”, he sneered. “You're such a naughty Toy…”

Every time she looked close to her pick, her body tensing, her breath locked in her throat, he would squeeze her injury, earning a deep cry mixed with pain and pleasure.

“Please Bal let me cum”, Tav ended up begging after another unfulfilled close-up of her climax.

She was so desperate to get what she wanted! All pride or self-esteem were long forgotten as she felt that she was going to cum at any moment without any lovely stimulation.

“What an exquisite plea, I could get used to hearing you beg me like this Doll”, Bal whispered in a low, hot voice as his own arousal was starting to take a toll on him, “go one then, beg, pray, implore me for your release…”

“Bal… Please, make me cum”, Tav supplicated, “please, please, I beg you…”

The man pushed his body against hers, his head in her neck to hear better her supplication, his left hand digging into the bruise on her right hips, his right hand playing skillfully with her clit. Her words instantly stopped to be coherent as she was trying to keep begging but now there was a mix of gratitude in it. Suddenly she clenched her hands, her body impaling itself on his hands, and a long, deep moan escaped from her mouth.

They stayed like this for a moment, Bal basking in the delicious fragile state of Tav. She felt so feeble under his hands, he never wanted to let it go. But suddenly, a strong push shoved him on the bed.

“You get back quickly on your feet hero”, he scoffed when admiring the paladin standing in front of the bed with eyes shining with excitement.

He lay his back against the headboard, his cock standing proudly up, even throbbing out of anticipation.

“Do not underestimate me”, she shrugged, “I hope you're ready because you're not leaving here before I say it…”

Before he could answer anything to her, she climbed on him, impaling herself on his manhood before starting a hungry pace. Except this time he was ready, he grabbed her hair in one hand, her hip with the other and started to fuck her properly with large movement.

“That's so good”, Tav babbled her hands scratching his belly to help her ride his crazy pace.

Bal grunted, as much as he wanted to pummelled bravely, the sensation was overwhelming him. He had underestimated his own arousal since just seeing his cock slide out and in her pretty cunt was enough to squeeze his inners.

“You're such a treat”, he praised her, “look how you take so lovingly my dick, you love it right? You love how I fuck you!” Each sentence was punctuated by a rough stab. “Say it Doll!”

Tav was already sinking in a white world where only tampered sounds and lights tricking pleasure could reach her. As she was crushed by the sensations left at the hands of Bal, she answered without thinking, only desperate for him to keep going.

“I like it Bal”, she blathered, her eyes half-closed, her pussy squeezing his shaft, “I like it, Bal…”

Stimulated by her confession, he let go of her hair to play once again with her clit. Her reaction was immediate, she gasped and grabbed his arm to the point of pain. Rather to displease him, it helped him in keeping his climax at bay long enough to make her cum on his fingers.

“I like it so much Bal”, she whispered as she rode her pleasure before slowly laying on his chest, “I like you.”

She then started to kiss him after biting his lips. This position allowed the man more freedom, so he did not hesitate. This time he grabbed her hips harshly to pound senselessly in her cunt. All thoughts had left his mind, as he focused only on his release.

I like you.

He grunted loudly as the successive waves hit him. His hands stayed locked on Tav's hips, but she did not seem to mind since she simply let her head rest on his chest.

I like you.

The sentence kept haunting his mind but the only thing Bal let himself think about what just happened was that his plan had finally succeeded.

☠️

Tav put back her sword in its sheath. Around her, Halsin, Karlach and Shadowheart were doing the same, looting some coins on the way before looking at the skeletons waiting for them in front of the door.

“Should we make a bet about who's behind?” Karlach offered.

“I don't think it will be necessary”, Shadowheart replied with a smirk as the door was opened by the skeletons.

The group of four stumbled on the strangest sight. The temple of Shar had been odd but this was unexpected. The shelves were full of strange bocals, grotesque undead creatures, the altar covered with corpse remains, and overlooking all this a man with a bloody-scared grey face half-covered by a hood.

“Finally we can meet without any artifices, hero of the light”, he boasted with a dramatic gesture of his hands. “I am Balthazar, chief advisor of General Thorm, and entrusted with a mission of utmost importance.”

His smile transpired of self-satisfaction, dripping confidence, shining with expectations. He dissected the raising of her eyebrows, the movement of her eyes checking his face, the tremor of her lips as she was about to speak. What will she say? Would it be anger, surprise, disgust? Everything he had done those last few months had been in preparation for this moment! He would use her disarray to take advantage, to reduce her as nothing more than a pawn in his skilful hand. His arms spread as to welcome her first words :

“It’s good to see you again Bal”, she smiled.

“There’s no need for your bravado, hero”, he insisted in front of her lack of reaction. “Enlighten me, what does one feel when faced with a horrific truth?”

His hands clenched in fists as he closed his arms. She could try as much as she wanted to mock him, but the reactions of her companions were giving it away. The disgust on Shadowheart’s face was the most obvious but Karlach and Halsin could not hide their surprise either.

“What do I feel?” Tav wondered out loud before passing a hand in her hair. “Shame I guess? For keeping the truth from you, to be honest, I never told you because it was not putting me in a flattering position…”

The paladin walked closer as Balthazar was scoffing from complacency from seeing her reduced to pouting nonsense. He stared at her as she stopped across the altar to close an eye and point the other with one finger.

“This little thing can see through all invisible, modified appearances. In other words: you can't hide me shit.”

Balthazar's smile froze unpleasantly in front of the underlying of her explanation.

“So about a bet?” Karlach broke the heavy silence that had been installed in the room.

“I don't understand how we even ended up in that mess”, Shadowheart sighed disenchanted.

“I'm certain they will sort this out”, Halsin assured kindly.

Tav turned her back to stare at her companions as she was trying to put holes through their skulls. Sometimes she was not sure if they were skilled warriors or just annoyed and annoying children with an unhealthy inclination for bet.

“Maybe we should continue this discussion without the ki…”, she paused to look at the necromancer's minions. “Urrr… bystanders…”

The horrified and undignified gasps of her friends made her raise her eyebrows with amusement. The reaction on Balthazar's end was less light-hearted.

“I’m a necromancer, why would I give up on my advantage?” He sneered while crossing his fingers in front of him.

"I’ll give up my sword if it can make it even”, she graciously offered before handing down her weapon to the biggest undead at her left.

Halsin and Shadoweart tensed, clearly unhappy to see their friend unharmed in front of an obvious threat. But Karlach simply laughed it out while dragging the others outside the room with her. In front of this development, Balthazar's unhappiness did not disappear, but he finally and reluctantly waved to his undead who cleared out too.

He stared at Tav, running his fingers on the altar as to find something to canalise his agitation. How could the situation have landed so far from his expectations? How could he have not noticed her skill? Or rather why had she played along if she already knew the truth? He liked to challenge his intellect, but here it was as if the mystery was not from the reasoning side.

“Alone at least”, Tav sighed.

Her shoulders dropped a bit, a thing he had noticed her to do when no longer people were looking up to her around.

“You got what you wanted, now indulge me by revealing to me your true agenda”, he asked her unpleasantly.

He had never felt so tense for a long time. Usually, it would be easy: either he was dealing with slaves he could do whatever he wanted with, or he would simply annihilate anyone mad enough to try challenging him. Except here he could not tell in which category he was.

“I want to get rid of the thing in my head, but you already knew that”, she recalled while slowly walking around the altar. “Just as I told you, I already knew who you were. No, not exactly. I always knew what you looked like. I figured out who you really were not so long ago.” She stopped in front of him before gently taking off his shroud. “After the first time we spent our first night together…”

“I thought you were a paladin? Is it not against your vow to involve yourself with the enemy?” He scoffed with bitter irony.

“I'm an oathbreaker”, she shrugged despite the shadow in her eyes. “I care about only one thing: to stay with those who are important to me. The rest can burn for what I care…”

Balthazar felt her hand on his cheek, unable to even walk away, he let her reveal his face and even touch it. His breath shortened, as he wondered what trick she was using to keep him under her spell like this.

“I am currently planning to end the world you know ?” He pointed out.

“Then I'm going to stop you”, Tav smiled. “What would be the point to end the world, you would no longer be able to challenge yourself.”

“How presumptuous of you to think you would stop me!”

“I like you Bal”, Tav revealed without letting go of his face.

Strangely, he felt relieved. So it was not something spurred out in the heat of the moment. He stared as she leaned forward until their lips touched. The feeling was softer than ever before, it made him melt inside. Then Tav's blood mixed with his saliva.

“That hurt”, Tav scoffed before taking a couple of steps back while wiping the red on her mouth.

“I will never turn my back on General Thorm, I am his trusted advisor”, Balthazar proclaimed vigorously. “Your world will never accept me, as it did before. Your honey words are nothing but a pitiful temptation!”

He supported Tav's strange two-coloured eyes, ignoring the pounding in his chest as the precious liquid odour was making his head sing for more. Squeezing the dagger in his hand helped him strengthen his determination. There was no turning back no…

“I respect your will”, Tav finally smiled but this time there was something else in her face as she was forcing herself. “But can you tell me why you stabbed me where it did no damage except for the little blood? I'm sure an expert like you can easily find the perfect spot to kill someone or wound him to death, except you did not.”

For a second there was only both of their loud breathing in the room.

“I’m going to die any day now, but I will not give away my life either. However, if I am to live, I will do it on my own accord. Come with me, I'll show you what's possible, we'll find a place where we can be ourselves.”

She walked back to him, ignoring the dagger still in his hand. Then she gently took his head between her hands.

“Tell me you don't want it, tell me you don't like me and we should fight to death right now”, she offered him.

Balthazar chuckled in front of her stupidity, as he was going to simply trust her and… All his bravado stayed stuck in his throat as he simply let her come closer to the point where their lips were almost kissing.

“I won't force you this time if you want to, come get it…”

He grunted, not amused by her audacity but still crossed the last millimetres to be able to finally feel her lips again. The taste of blood was still lingering except this time he did not have time to think about what to do as Tav promptly took the upper hand. She put her right hand behind his hand to deepen their kiss, while skillfully pushing him against the altar and her other hand went to grab his hand with the dagger as they intertwined their fingers against the handle. The necromancer grabbed a leather strip of her armour to prevent him from falling as they were forgetting any restraint.

“Shall I take it as a surrender on your part?” Tav asked, her lips shining as she looked down at him.

“You shall do nothing of the sort, however, keep going on and I will see what can be done…”

“You silvered tongue”, she hummed before happily resuming her action.

☠️

“So a free shot for everyone?” Karlach offered her bottle to her companions and the skeletons as they had started a bonfire in front of the door.

The end

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 6 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 6. Waking World

Steve stood staring into his pool, unable to look away from the red glint at the bottom. He knew he should be picking up the phone or the walkie, letting someone know a gate was opening up again, but it was calling to him. His mind whispered impossible things. He could hear the voice asking for his help, Eddie’s voice.

It was so easy to step up to the edge and dive in, right down into the dark depths. Cold prickled across his skin, but it was like an afterthought. He could barely see without all the pool lights on, but the red glow drew him. There were no vines on this one, no remnants of Vecna, and he acted before he could change his mind. His arm disappeared into it right up to the shoulder until his flailing hand found something alive.

Acting on instinct rather than thought, he gripped it and pulled.

It was hard, ridiculously so, as if the gate did not want to give up what he was trying to pull through it, but he persisted. When a pale, limp hand finally appeared on his side, illuminated by the glow from the gate, he pulled even harder.

It didn’t feel like just a physical thing, either. The pull on his mind he had felt in his dreams with Eddie was replicated, only worse, and he could sense the energy being leeched from him far faster.

All he could compare it to was a birth, as he pulled and pulled, until finally, Eddie’s head and shoulders popped through the gate and the rest of him slid out like a baby from a birth canal, naked as the day he was born. Refusing to waste a second, Steve powered to the surface, treading water with Eddie’s limp form in his arms as he gasped in precious air.

The water around him began to froth, but he couldn’t look down to see what was happening. He also couldn’t climb the ladder with Eddie, he just didn’t have the strength left, so he swam to the side, using everything he had to push Eddie up and over it. He managed to get half of his burden up the first time and then boosted Eddie a second time, rolling him away from the edge.

All he could manage after that was clinging on to the side himself, eyes closed, panting with the exertion as the once still pool rippled and spluttered around him. It shouldn’t have exhausted him like it had, but there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t even have enough strength to pull himself out of the water. He barely had enough to hang on, and that was fading. It was as if whatever was going on wasn’t quite finished and it was taking everything he had left.

He began to slip, and he couldn’t stop. There was blood in the water, he could just make it out under the lights from the house, and he was pretty sure it was his. To go through everything with the Upside Down and then drown in a pool would be a really shitty way to go.

Then, just when he thought he was going in, a hand came over the edge of the pool, snagging his wrist. It was his turn to be pulled as Eddie dragged him over the lip. He did his best to help, but it was more by luck than judgement that he ended up in a heap next to the other man.

“Thanks,” he slurred, only to be answered by a slightly hysterical laugh, but he was passing out, so he didn’t really care.

~*~

“Steve! Steve! Oh God, Steve, can you hear me?”

The frantic words and someone patting his face quite hard, dragged him back to consciousness. When he opened his eyes, it was way too bright, so he shut them again very quickly.

“Get him up,” he heard Nancy’s familiar voice instruct.

He didn’t have much say in the matter as he was sat up and someone wrapped him in something nice and warm. That’s when he realised, he was cold.

“Eddie?” he asked, opening his eyes again and squinting.

“Jon and Argyle are looking after Eddie,” Robin said from just in front of his face. “What have you been up to this time, Steve?”

“He was in my pool,” he said rather stupidly, but he couldn’t really be blamed since his brain was not firing on all cylinders.

“Eddie was dead, Steve, remember?” Robin asked him.

“Not dead anymore,” he replied.

“We noticed,” Nancy commented. “Let’s get them inside.”

With Robin on one side and, as it turned out, now Argyle on the other, Steve found himself hauled to his feet. He discovered he could just about hold himself up with help and the pair slowly walked him back to the house, one under each arm. They sat him on one of the chairs in the pool room and wrapped him back up in what was a nice fluffy blanket.

“Thanks,” he said, feeling a little more with it even though it was hard to keep his eyes open.

He watched as Nancy and Johnathan put Eddie on the other chair, also wrapped in a blanket and apparently mostly still out of it.

“Steve,” Robin said, crouching down so they were at eye level, “what happened?”

“I’ve been dreaming,” he said quietly, “of the Void. That’s where I saw Eddie.”

“Steve,” Nancy said, joining Robin and blocking his view of Eddie, which he didn’t really like, “you’ve been going to the Void, by yourself?”

“They were dreams,” he protested.

“The Void isn’t a dream,” Nancy said, studying him with one of her pinched little frowns, “it’s something else.”

“Felt like a dream,” he replied.

“What did you do when you found Eddie there?” Robin asked in a much gentler tone than Nancy.

“Vecna brought him back, but he was dying again,” Steve told her, “so I healed him.”

“You healed him?” Robin asked.

He nodded.

“How?”

“It was a dream. I wanted to so I did,” he replied. “I don’t know how. But then …” he trailed off for a moment, “then he was in my pool, and it wasn’t a dream anymore.”

“Holy fuck,” Nancy said, and he couldn’t help agreeing.

A dream was one thing, finding out that it was reality was completely another.

“How did I do that?” he asked, suddenly afraid of what it might mean.

“I’m calling Hopper and getting El over here,” Nancy decided while Steve had a mini-meltdown. “She’s the closest thing to an expert we have.”

“I think this situation is screaming for delicious chocolaty goodness,” Argyle decided. “Lovely and warm deliciousness in a mug.”

“Good idea,” Jonathan agreed.

“Everything you’ll need is in the first cupboard on the left and in the refrigerator,” Robin told their pot loving friend.

Steve was very glad when she didn’t offer to show him, because right at the moment, Robin was his anchor.

“How long were you out there?” she asked, perching on the chair next to him.

“Went out there about three, I think,” he replied vaguely forcing his brain to recall the numbers on the clock as he burrowed down into his blanket a bit more.

“Jesus, Steve, we’re not even in May yet. Now is not the weather to be lying outside half naked and drenched for seven hours,” Robin scolded him, even as she threw an arm around him and began rubbing his back. “If I hadn’t panicked and called Nancy when you didn’t answer the walkie, you’d still be out there.”

“Not like I planned that part,” he complained.

“Did you plan any part at all, Dingus?” Robin said, giving him one of her looks.

“Thought it was a dream, remember,” he said somewhat petulantly.

He was much happier now he could see Eddie again.

“Yeah, well all this is making me think all my cuts and bruises going away so quickly was more than a coincidence now,” she said, leaning into his side.

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he kept his mouth shut. The warmth from the blanket was helping him to wake up more, but it didn’t help with explanations. Some of the ideas floating around in the back of his brain scared him. When Eddie made a noise and finally lifted his head, Steve was very glad to have something else to focus on.

“Jesus Christ, Harrington Manor,” Eddie whispered, staring around in wonder.

“Hey, Eddie,” Johnathan said, putting a steadying hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “remember me from school? It’s Jon.”

“Byers,” Eddie said, “course I remember you. Did I really die, or have I been having an incredibly bad trip for what feels like weeks?”

“You really died,” Johnathan said in a sympathetic tone.

“And that means, Steve really put me back together and pulled me from there to here through a hole in reality in his pool and then nearly drowned,” Eddie said. “Holy fuck.”

Steve could see Robin glaring at him from the corner of his eye. He shrunk down a bit more into his blanket and hoped she wasn’t about to scold him again. Luckily for him, Argyle chose that moment to reappear with steaming mugs.

“Eddie, my dude,” Argyle said, “it’s nice to finally meet you. The gang told me so much about you after the pre-apocalypse apocalypse. You missed an awesome end of days.”

“Yeah, no, I was kind of on the other side for that,” Eddie said. “Don’t really remember much of it though, so I have that to be thankful for.”

“Yeah, I imagine that would have been a real bummer,” Argyle agreed and simply handed him a mug of hot chocolate.

Steve accepted his a few moments later and tried not to think too hard for a while.

“Hopper is bringing El, Joyce and Will,” Nancy said when she came back a few minutes after that.

Steve went back to not thinking.

End of Chapter 6

Chapter 7

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #st:beyond-the-battle #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #platonic stobin #psychic stuff #steve harrington has powers

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el-hawthorne · 2 years

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When Their Ex Send Them Proof That You are Cheating Behind Them but They Trust You

Words : 2.475

Pairing : TXT X Reader

Rate : PG 13+

Genre : fluff, established relationship

Warning : none (?)

A/N : The title is long, just like TXT's song title, ik.

Soobin

It was holiday, so he used that chance to sleepover at your house

Your family like him a lot and considered him as part of your family too

Like, your mom would proudly introduced him to your neighbors as her son

Your father really likes his company, especially as his fishing mate. He listened to your father, a lot

Your brother thought he is cool and too good for you (and he earned a lot of smacks from you, lol), but he was happy that he didn't have to worry about you because you're basically in good hands

Then, there was time that both of you spent time alone, it was shopping for groceries at the market.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw you running like a child towards an old woman who sells street food.

When you were chatting and buying some food, he received a message from his ex, accusing you of cheating behind his back by sending him a picture of you kissing a random man.

He frowned when his ex said that she took the picture just now.

Heally? You were literally with him right now. You even ran towards him and called his name which sounded so endearing.

"You should try this! This is my favorite snack!"

He smiled when he looked at you, especially with the way your eyes were shining when you looked up to him.

You frowned, "What's with that smile?"

"Nothing," he said before he crouched down just to peck your lips that made you surprised and blushing, "I just wanted to kiss you."

"What was that?" You slap his chest and try to get angry at him, clearly embarrassed because of him kissing you in the crowd.

But still, you could hear his contagious yet lovely laugh when you hid behind his chest.

Yeonjun

Every weekend, you and Yeonjun would always empty your schedule, so you and him could spend quality times together.

Even though it's been over five years since both of you were dating, it always felt like you just met him yesterday when your colleague introduced both of you towards each other.

All of this time, dating Yeonjun always feels amazing. And fortunately, Yeonjun also feels the same.

You and Yeonjun were honest towards each other and would communicate over everything. Looked like both of you learned a lot from the past relationships you had.

For the whole week, you and Yeonjun decided to rest inside the house and didn't go anywhere, simply enjoying each other's presence and getting cozy.

How's your holiday going with him?

More like he didn't let you cook for breakfast, doing chores together while listening to your favorite music.

In the afternoon, he was playing games while resting his head on your lap and insisted on having your hands playing with his hair. While you were watching some movies.

If your hand wasn't on his hair, he would pause his games and take your hand and place it on his hair again while mumbling, "play with my hair."

In the evening, you decided to take care of the garden in front of your house. Yeonjun likes to buy some plants, because he said the meaning of those plants remind him of you. And Yeonjun? He decided to cook dinner and thought that maybe he could cook some dishes that you like recently.

He would be very annoyed when the music suddenly stopped because someone was spamming his message endlessly.

"This better be important," he groaned when he opened the messages he had, only to find out that his ex sent him some pictures of you kissing your ex.

Seriously? His precious time was already wasted because of his ex. He knew how toxic his ex was. But it was too much when he already blocked his ex, but then his ex used their new numbers to contact him, then claimed that the pictures were taken just now. Meanwhile, you were clearly outside of the house to take care of your childs (read: the plants).

You were confused at Yeonjun when he cuddled you at night. No, you didn't mind him cuddling with you. But you could sense that something was wrong with him, because he seems somewhat irritated about something.

"You okay, Jun?" you asked him softly.

"Hmm?" He sniffed at your neck, "you could sense it already."

"Yeah, it's obvious."

He sighed, "My ex, I don't know why he didn't leave me alone, but they are too much."

You frowned before your hands cupped his face and looked at him, straight in the eyes and wanting him to see the worry in your eyes, "What did they do?"

"They accused you of cheating behind my back when you spent your time with me. I don't even know how they find my new numbers and find a girl who looks like you."

"Hey, it's okay. Thanks for trusting me," you said as you hugged him and let him rest in your embrace.

"You know, you're the only one I love, right?" he whispered before he slowly falling asleep.

Beomgyu

It's like another day when Beomgyu was busy doing his job. Sometimes he even forgot to eat that could lead him to get scolded by you.

But he didn't when you were scolding him, because even though he didn't admit it, you looked cute when you were mad at him and he knew the worries you had over him. That means, you cared about him. A lot.

You even made his food and texted him to remind him that he should eat.

Well, after he got into hospital because of him overwork himself, you really took care of him. Thanks to you, his parents now would be less worried.

It was already afternoon. He thought you already sent him a text with your pictures attached to remind him to eat his lunch.

But he got a text from his ex instead. He frowned when he saw your pictures holding a stranger's hand in a caffe. His ex said that they took it just now.

And seconds later, you video call him. He thought he would see you, but he saw his dad instead.

"Dad? Why is Y/n's phone on you?"

"Dad? I thought I already sent Beomgyu's text to remind—oh, hi Gyu!" You waved your hands in front of the camera.

"When will your work finish? Come here as soon as possible to have dinner together. Our Y/n is going to sleepover here," his father said.

He chuckled as he looked at your cheeks covered in flour, then looked at his father who also whipped for you, "I will go home as soon as possible."

"Y/n?" Beomgyu heard his mother's voice.

"I'm coming, Mom," you said as you ran to the kitchen again, leaving Beomgyu and his father alone.

"What is she doing now?" Beomgyu asked his father.

"She just learned your other favorite foods from your mom."

After some nice chats he has with his father. Beomgyu fulfilled his promise to visit his family in Daegu, might be to have a sleepover as well because you were also staying.

He completely ignored his ex' text and even forgot it as soon as he saw your figure in the kitchen.

He immediately clung his hands on your waist as you felt your shoulder became heavy because of him resting his chin.

You already knew it as soon as you smell his scent that you really like. His skin's scent is really nice and you couldn't describe it in words. It's just your favorite.

"What are you doing? What if mom and dad saw us?" You blushed, but couldn't hide your smile either.

"Mom and dad are taking care of the garden in the backyard. But even if they saw us, who cares? Everyone knows how I become when you're around me. I just couldn't resist you."

"What are you cooking right now?" he asked you softly.

"Your favorite foods. Your mom taught me how to make it. So I can make other foods and then you wouldn't be bored with my foods that I make for you."

He kissed your neck gently before mumbling, "Doesn't matter. Everything you cook is delicious, Y/n. I will always eat it."

"Even a rock?" You turned your body to look at him and smirked.

Beomgyu's hand naturally found your cheeks before caressing your cheeks gently, "Even a rock you cook sounds more appetizing than the best chef's masterpieces in this world."

"Ew, cheesy."

He chuckled after your reaction, before he leaned close to kiss your lips with so much gentleness behind his gesture.

Taehyun

You and Taehyun were rewarding both yourselves after such a hectic month by going to a bar.

Your friend's bar to be exact.

He was talking to your friend—the owner of the bar. While you were enjoying yourself as a DJ guest.

"The DJ is pretty," he said to the owner as the owner chuckled at him.

"You should've thanked me because I introduced her to you."

He hummed in agreement.

You were too immersed in being a DJ, but later you realized that Taehyun was still staring at you.

He didn't even bother to look away and still looked at you as you saw his lips made a smile that you really love.

You winked at him before you focused on the music you played.

An hour later, you were done. You decided to spend your time with Taehyun and catch up with your friend—the bar owner.

But while you were approaching Taehyun, Taehyun received a message from an unknown number. There was an attachment, and it was your picture with a random man. The sender said that you were cheating behind his back.

He asked the sender when the picture was taken. And gotcha! The sender said that it was taken right now.

Then, Taehyun received his favorite cocktail from the bartender.

"A lady asked me to give this to you. She gives this, because you look attractive. Also, she was asking if she can get your number," the bartender said.

"May I know who the woman is?"

"She is right there," the bartender pointed at you who who winked at him, again.

He smirked, "Well, do you have a paper and a pen?"

After the bartender gave him the paper and pen, he wrote something and gave it to the bartender.

As when the bartender approached you, you received a paper. It was from Taehyun. Seriously? He really going to give you his number when you already knew it?

But then, your lips stretched outside as making a beautiful smile when you read what's inside the paper.

"I love you," it said.

"I love you too."

Hueningkai

'where are you?'

Hueningkai is staring at his messages which he sent to you hours ago.

But still, you didn't answer his phone.

He sighed before he decided to put his phone inside his pocket and continued his work.

But still, Hueningkai was thinking of you, since you didn't answer his call last night and didn't reply to his messages at all.

It kind of made him worried.

He knew you weren't like this before. You're not usually like this. Something must be going on.

Poor this man, he was trying to focus on his work, but you were invading his mind.

After his work was done, he was determined to visit you today.

Before he went to your house, he noticed that someone sent him a message.

He smiled immediately, thinking that message might be from you.

But nope, to his disappointment, it was from his ex.

He actually got sick of his ex. But for his close friends' sake—since his ex is the sister of his close friend, he didn't delete it and hoped that she would change for good.

But seemed only like a wish as his ex was still obsessed over him.

His ex sent him a picture of you kissing a guy in a bar. She said the picture was taken last night.

He frowned.

You actually didn't like going to bars as you hate going out too much. And he clearly remember about how much you despised that place after your sister almost getting raped there.

He ignored the message and drove to your house.

As he arrived at your house, something was off. He saw your brother was out of your house and brought a bag.

"Hyung! Glad you came here! I was going to call you!" He said.

"What's going on?" Hueningkai asked as his frown was clearly visible on his forehead.

"Noona was sick since last night and fainted. Glad that I came here. Before anything worse happened to her."

Hueningkai was worried about your situation. So he took your brother to get inside his car and drove towards the hospital.

Your brother explained to him that he was still in another city when you called your brother to ask him to bring you to the doctor because you were feeling unwell. You didn't want to ask Hueningkai because he has a huge and important project that made him stay in the office. And when your brother came, you were already fainted. Turns out you were having dengue fever.

"You don't have to worry anymore, hyung. She's fine now. The doctor said she just has to eat well, take the proper medication, and rest."

When Hueningkai arrived with your brother, they clearly saw you watching your favorite tv series while eating potato chips.

"Noona."

"Jungwon, what took you—Hueningkai?" You frowned at him, "Didn't you have to finish your project? You know that's actually important for you—"

"Jungwon, can you leave us for a while?" He asked as Jungwon nodded and left you and Hueningkai alone.

"Well, screw that. You're more important. How come you're not telling me about your condition?"

"Uh … I left my phone at home," you awkwardly smiled at him.

Hueningkai sighed as he walked towards you, "You made me worried over you for the whole day, you know? I was so upset when you're sick, and I failed to take care of you."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"No, it wasn't your fault for being sick, don't be sorry about this," he kissed your neck affectionately and sniffed into it, it felt warm because of your fever. But still, he liked your smell.

"I love you," you kissed his nose with your chapped lips.

"You forgot to kiss me here," he whined as he pointed to his lips.

"I'm sick, I don't—"

"Fine, I'll do it instead," he said, not giving you a chance to say no as his lips already met yours.

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El : long time no update, I'm still stuck at mafia Beomgyu and I wasn't on the condition before, yeah. I hope you guys are doing okay and taking care of yourself. I love you<3

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Pale Blood - wherein Bosch is as smart as he is impulsive

The backup runners were on their way, Bosch had made certain. He called them, and then he called them again, despite their insistence that it wasn’t necessary the first time because Delmas already called–and also hey, did you know it is extremely dangerous to fly and chat at the same time? He didn’t care, and told them as much, with warnings to move their asses faster–to which he received reminders that it wasn’t their job and they were doing him a favor.

Then Bosch linked up all the fangs waiting for blood to assure them, at once and without wasting more of his time–and theirs, of course, which was precious, so precious–that they hadn’t been forgotten. And that he hadn’t failed.

“A bump,” Bosch assured the impossibly smooth faces that glared, with hollow eyes, through too many projected screens. “It’s a bump, a blip even, nothin’ to concern yourselves about. Blood’s on its way, same as ever. We jus’ had a lil’ mixup in schedulin’.”

His hold on the slums had been tentative, at best, but he would make damn sure he didn’t lose what he had over some lackey wolf. Certainly not the same lackey that kept sending his best runner back in pieces.

Shoulda dosed him more, Bosch thought, keeping the anger from his face so as not to spoil the grin he shined at the screens.

That false cheer bled into his voice as, once again, he answered their heated murmurs and worries with soothing lies, “Come now, we’re all family here. Bloodbrothers, you might say.”

There were sneers, and a scoff, but a few of them smiled…the representative of his most prestigious client even laughed–it was a chuckle, if anything, and directed at a stream of kittens she had pulled up on a private channel.

Bosch would not be deterred, “I know you’re all chompin’ at the bit, metaphorically speakin’ of course, to drain someone dry over this but I assure you; it was a simple mix-up. Your blood’s safe and sound and will be on your doorsteps real soon.”

“Pri expects her shipment before half-lid,” one of the fangs asked.

She had been the first to truly speak, in words clear enough to understand–the others had been mumbling and grumbling over one another incoherently. Bosch focused on her and swallowed, hard. She had laughed, but he knew it wasn’t at his wordplay, and her opinion mattered over all the other withered husks flickering in the room.

The Pri she spoke of was one Bellasara Pri. Once upon a time she had been a nobody clamoring for the scraps of more powerful, organized bloodlines–not Bosch’s but Delmas’, or his father Delamont’s to be more specific. Then, out of nowhere, Pri became the fang all others bowed before. Not only fangs either, everyone bowed before her. Pri rose high and rose fast, becoming CEO of her own corporation within a year’s time; Bellacorp. A corporation all others ached to please. And Pri sat at the top, ruling business and city–Dolor had a mayor and a local governing body of elected officials, but everyone knew who held the reins.

She had become untouchable, infallible, and no opinion in that room or on that call meant more than hers–or her assistant, as it were, for Pri was far too busy to take calls herself.

Bosch couldn’t be certain that Pri did Delamont in to reach her position–though he’d ruined his own rep in a futile attempt to prove it–but he still wondered. Whenever he heard her name, he wondered. But he’d spent a decade–a handful of them, really, but those were years he preferred to bury–building his rep back to a reasonable level and he would do anything not to lose what he’d earned.

“Or your head,” the assistant added, slamming Bosch to the present.

Bosch nodded, licked his bone-dry lips, and did his best not to stutter, “She’ll have it; one, or the other. You have my word.”

“For what that’s worth,” the assistant mumbled and her screen blinked off.

The other fangs muttered amongst themselves but said nothing clear enough to reach through their screens.

“You heard the lady,” Bosch all but barked, waiting until all their listless eyes found him again, “half-lid for Pri, but the rest of you by dusk, or thereabouts.”

There were a few grumbles, some sneers, and a particularly heavyset fang actually hissed through bared teeth, but their screens blinked off. One by one they flickered and disappeared, leaving Bosch alone in the swollen shadows of his office.

He hadn’t been updated on the state of the bloodbank–Delmas had yet to check in–and it bothered him. But he knew who to blame, whose head the fault fell on, without being told.

Fucking wolf, He wouldn’t voice it so soon after a call–one could never be too sure how long it took to disconnect–but it had to be the wolf. It had to be Nash. Who else in the slums is runnin’ round with such raw motive?

Then the room lights came on and Bosch saw what wasn’t there, and a new reason bloomed from that emptiness, “And my fucking keys!”

Rage boiled in his gut as he stalked down the stairs, to his basement and the secrets it held. He could taste that rage, as thick and sweet on his tongue as the last bloodbag he’d drained–too long ago. And he knew where to direct it, knew the address as well as he knew his own. He even had a convenient tunnel that connected right to it–to be fair, it connected to the crumbling subway system that snaked through Dolor’s underbelly, but there weren’t too many with access…which made it a sizeable brag.

The next words Bosch spoke, as he turned the wheel of the hatch that would lead further below, were not shouted. They were not mumbled or whispered. Those words left his lips in a silky-smooth clarity reserved for old lovers, “wonder how ol’ Lulu’s doin’.”

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.6 Diagon Alley

I was awoken by Professor Snape at a somewhat early time in the morning. I opened my eyes, took one look at him, and immediately sat bolt upright. That was not the best face to wake up to, honestly, but it kept me from trying to fall back asleep.

"I'll wait outside until you're ready." Professor Snape said, moving swiftly out of the room.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and then moved out of bed to kneel on the ground and search my trunk for some clothes. What will I do about money when I have none? Surely they have that taken into account? Well, maybe not since Professor Dumbledore thought it would be a great idea to have me scour the castle for my room after telling me that parts of my life had been a lie, and it was going to be torn apart. Well— not terribly torn, anyway.. but my dad…

Then I remembered something. I rummaged through my trunk's smaller pockets to find the small key attached to a thin chain mom had given me on my tenth birthday. I remembered the day as clearly as if it were just yesterday:

"Here you go, sweetie."

The key was a bright silver, and had a strange embroidery to the handle. It was so small that I wondered why she would trust such a precious object to me.

"What does it open?" I had asked in confusion.

"When the day comes," mom had said with an ominous tone, as though she was stating a prophecy, "You will hand it over to the goblins to get the life savings you have never dreamed of having. You may waste some of it, but the rest will be used to a purpose of some extent.” She eventually couldn’t hold it in, and laughed at herself for being so ominous to which I’d rolled my eyes.

"Wow, mom, way to make that into something I would have enjoyed at perhaps five years old."

I wondered vaguely if the key opened to something in Diagon Alley. Goblins in the wizarding world have to be possible, right? Only one way to find out… because I’m not asking Professor Snape.

Pulling on blue jeans and a gray t-shirt, I slipped the chain over my head and hid the key under my shirt. Besides, why not let my imagination run for once?

Then I closed up the suitcase. Even throughout those few months, though, I hadn't actually taken anything out without putting it right back in when finished with it besides my clothes when they needed to be washed. Taking in consideration the fact that these people were magical, I left my suitcase on what was soon to no longer be my bed so that it could be transported to wherever mom and I were soon staying.

Walking out of my room, Professor Snape stood there waiting. He turned and strode away without a word, so I followed him just as silently.

Once we'd gone back to the gate of the castle, Professor Snape held out his arm. I looked at it, slightly debating if I even wanted to go with him, but — upon considering mom’s insistence on me respecting my new teachers — I took it anyway, and was Disapparated into a bar. A bar… of course I have doubts about all this, but I certainly didn’t expect this.

Feeling queasy from travel, I slowly looked around, not recognizing anyone… I’d hoped for my mom to get me before the shopping began. I felt I could at least have someone as happy-go-lucky as her around me instead of the cold, aloof Professor Snape.

Just then, a pale man wearing magenta robes and a matching turban made his way over to us, acting fairly skittish. One eye was twitching and, honestly, he looked a little pitiful. What bothered me more was the energy that seemed to be radiating off of him — intensely breaking apart any amount of calm I felt — and, as he struck up the conversation, I stood still to try to study and understand it.

"N-nice to s-see you o-out and a-about S-Severus."

“Quirrell. How nice to see you’re back,” Snape curtly replied. Though he’d said ‘how nice to see you’re back,’ it sounded more like, ‘why are you back in town so soon?’ "I'm taking Miss Riddle to buy her school supplies."

Quirrell made a large jerk with his head, as though he just heard something odd. But then, he had already been staring at me with such an odd look on his face like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

"What is wrong with you now, Quirrell?" Professor Snape mocked, a slight smile gracing the corner of his mouth. He looked down at me, "Quirrell is to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year."

I nodded, only half paying attention to what he said as I stared at the sad sight before me, wondering to myself just what it was. What is this feeling, this energy? The strange aura surrounded him, strong enough that not only did it affect me but I almost felt like if we stood there any longer I’d suffocate. It was almost as though it was not his energy.

Professor Quirrell still stared at me with certain shock and surprise. "I h-hope you d-don't m-mind my a-asking. B-but, wh-who m-might your p-p-parents b-be?"

"My mom's name is Orele… I don't know who my dad is." I said, much to Professor Quirrell’s strange surprise…. His face had paled, and one of his eyes made a stranger twitch at the mention of my mom's name. Did he just know who my mom was without me even telling him her maiden name— a name that I do not know, myself? She wouldn’t tell neither da — Jim — nor me, anything, really. It’s amazing he let her get away with that for their entire marriage… which is close to as long as I’ve been born, really…. wait….

"How is her mother relevant to anything?" Professor Snape sneered.

I remained passive as Professor Quirrell stuttered out complete nonsense. "N-nothing! N-nothing at all!" then he changed the subject, most likely to keep from being humiliated further. "D-did you h-hear S-Severus? H-Harry P-P-Potter, h-here, t-today."

"Really?" Professor Snape asked most disinterestedly. “How nice."

Just as Professor Quirrell was going to say something else, Professor Snape steered me clear away from him — the pressure from the aura dissipated as quickly as it had hit me. For that I felt immense relief, because I also wasn't sure if I could stand listening to his stutters much longer. But, what really caught my attention was the mention of Harry Potter. The boy was mentioned in history books I’d read in the Hogwarts library — all called Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century and Modern Magical History — as a toddler who’d survived the killing curse by a Dark Lord. So…

“Harry Potter is in my year?” I asked.

He sneered, but gave no reply.

“I’m only asking because I did read a bit about him in a few history books in the library at Hogwarts. It feels foolish on my part that I didn’t realize — based on the year he was born — that I’d be going to school at the same time as someone famous.”

“Being famous doesn’t give him the freedom to do as he pleases.”

Touchy subject. Obviously, I thought with a furrowed eyebrow. Guess I’ve got to change it.“Anyway, about Professor Quirrell… am I really going to have to listen to him stutter for about forty minutes every day of the school year?" I asked Professor Snape disgustedly.

He smirked, but didn’t respond. It was funny how very accomplished I felt to have him make even a little smile, since he seemed to generally have such a serious demeanor.

When reached a brick wall in the back of the bar, Professor Snape tapped it three times with his wand. When he stopped, the bricks started pulling apart, making an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Wow," I breathed in awe.

I followed Professor Snape through to where I saw all these different shops along the street. It was an amazing phenomenon to see the various magical items I could buy, and all I wanted was to get to them right away.

But, what do I use in order to get them? I have no money… that I know of.

He kept walking, and I vaguely wondered if he was just going to have us walk right by everything. I would've said something, had I been with my mom but, since I wasn’t, I didn't object or question him.

Finally, Professor Snape walked toward this large, snowy white building that towered over the other shops in the alley. There was a small being by the burnished bronze door wearing clothes of scarlet and gold… and it wasn't human. It had a cleverish looking face, a pointed beard, and very long fingers and feet.

I stopped and Professor Snape had turned to look at me.

"This is Gringotts Bank," he said, and then he pointed to the figure, shorter than even me, by the door, “It's run by goblins."

"Oh," I said. Coincidence? No. This must be where I use that key! "Why goblins?"

"They are much more efficient at preventing break-ins."

How? I wondered, following Professor Snape through the first set of doors, with the goblin bowing to us before we went in. The second pair of doors, the color of silver, had words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Professor Snape walked through the door, and I followed, the words seemingly embedded in my mind because— for whatever reason— I felt like something was going to happen to break those rules. However, I somehow brushed the feeling away the more I focused on the words.

"I see that poem certainly warns someone not to go stealing anything,” I muttered as we walked along a line of goblins upon stools, looking at coins that were the same as the ones Fred and George had. There were also bigger coins in the shade of gold. The goblins all sat upon high stools in order to reach their abnormally tall desks.

We stopped in front of one desk where Professor Snape told the goblin, "Melody Riddle is here to take money from vault nine hundred and ninety nine.”

"You have the key?" the goblin inquired, barely glancing down at us.

I inwardly gasped with excitement as Professor Snape looked at me intently. I pulled it out from my shirt and unhooked the key from the chain. I gave it to the goblin who eyed the key very closely, checking to see that it was valid.

"That's all in order, I shall fetch someone to take you down there."

A few minutes later we were speeding down a narrow passageway with lit torches in a small cart, sloping very steeply down to what felt like the center of the earth.

When we reached Vault nine hundred and ninety nine, the goblin jumped out with us following, and opened my vault. I was shocked with the amount of gold, silver, and bronze coins I saw within it, almost filling the whole space.

"Who knew mom earned so much?" I muttered aloud.

“Has the currency been explained to you?” the professor asked.

I solemnly shook my head. There was so much to question, so much more to learn, it was difficult to think about what needed to be asked first. The same had gone for the library, besides for the first year’s course books I didn’t know what to ask for first.

Professor Snape took a gold coin and explained, "This is a Galleon, it has the greatest value out of all the coins." He picked up a silver coin. "This is a Sickle, seventeen of these make one Galleon." Then he picked up a bronze coin. "A Knut, twenty nine of these to a Sickle." Then he took a leather bag out of one of his robe pockets and gave it to me.

“Those are some odd numbers to choose,” I grumbled as I filled the bag with as many as I guessed I would need in order to buy all my school supplies. A lot, really. Professor Snape didn't object to anything as I finished, and we were brought back over ground.

Once we made our way outside of Gringotts Bank, I felt relieved to be able to breath in fresh air. From meeting someone with oppressive energy to going however many miles below ground, everything around me was starting to feel restricted. And I didn’t like that.

Then someone called my name.

I searched for the source of the shout and found my own mom running through the crowd toward me. My heart swelled at finally being able to see her that I almost hadn’t noticed that she’d shrunken down again and, when I did notice, I felt a level of grief I’d never had before.

She'd had the baby…. But she came alone.

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In the Footsteps of Luminous Beings - Chapter 8

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Summary: “You know, I’d heard of being fashionably late before” Cobb greeted, his blaster pointed straight at the man who had once owned him, “but I never quite got what that meant. I hope I got it right.”

Jarda gaped at him as the thugs outside shouted, no doubt responding to the shots fired.

“Now come on, Jarda,” he continued. “Don’t y’know it’s rude not to greet your guests?” He wove his way through the littered floor and waved the blaster, directing him to stand, which he did. “Good boy. I see your mama taught you some manners after all.”

Notes: Well, I've raised the rating because of this chapter. Whuf...

TW for slavery and torture/mutilation (it's at the end; to skip please stop reading after " “Sh,” Cobb hushed, grabbing the sleemo’s chin. “Hold still.” ")

Chapter 7

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SLAVER

Waiting was always the worst part of making plans. Cobb knew what he had to do now and how to do it, but he had to wait to act.

The Master came by every week for an inspection of the mine, making sure productivity continued at a consistent pace while their own expenditures were kept at a minimum. It also gave them the chance to gloat and flaunt a fraction of their wealth through wasting things, such as water and imported foods, for no reason other than to show the difference between them and Cobb’s people.

Cobb could see the difference alright, as could everyone else.

The visit was scheduled for the next day.

Cobb could remember the klatoonian well. Jarda had bought him almost five years ago from his previous master when they’d started to feel the bite of their gambling debts. Cobb had had no choice but to follow this new master who now held the leash to his transmitter’s collar into a place where Jarda had planned to make him a household worker.

“You’re too pretty to hide away in a cave,” he’d said, something that, at the time, Cobb had thought was a more figurative phrase. It was only after he’d pushed his luck a few too many times that he learned that it was not.

It had been almost two years since he’d seen him, but he could still remember the laugh he’d heard as he’d been dragged away, barely conscious, to the convoy heading to the mine.

He’d spent the rest of the time he’d had with Issa-Or making sure that she knew what was supposed to happen, and that she spread the word to the others once it was safe to do so, those who had been awake swearing to be prepared when the time came, but he’d had to leave hours before the suns rose, and Jarda took his time when going anywhere.

Everyone was already in the pit by the time their Master appeared, gliding over on his precious yacht with a shaded roof and air cooling system. Cobb had already hidden himself in the larger tent once it had been emptied, and so he was only a handful of steps away from one of the windows, all of which were wide open, the shutters propped up with rods and hooks.

Despite the yacht’s size, it was mostly empty, only a handful of hired muscle to accompany Jarda beyond the slaves who served him imported Alderanian wine and fruits that held enough juice in them to sustain someone for a whole day. When the Force gave him a nudge, he slipped through the window and into the overgrown speeder.

“What—?” Jarda exclaimed, but before he could so much as jump Cobb had already pulled his pistol and shot his three guards dead, leaving the klatoonian defenceless. The two others in the room screamed, but their scant clothing made it clear what and who they were.

Cobb winced as the very air seemed to shudder at the snuffing of those three lives, their lights spluttering before dissipating into the universe. The Force screamed at the loss, its voice ringing in his ears much as the ones in the yacht, but he shook the sudden shock of it away. Retuning his focus to the man before him.

“You know, I’d heard of being fashionably late before” Cobb greeted, his blaster pointed straight at the man who had once owned him, “but I never quite got what that meant. I hope I got it right.”

Jarda gaped at him as the thugs outside shouted, no doubt responding to the shots fired.

He grabbed Jarda by the arm and spun him around, pushing him into the wall of the yacht, the barrel of the blaster pressed into Jarda’s back. The klatoonian hissed from the lingering heat of it, and Cobb could smell his expensive clothes burning a little.

“You’re making a big mistake,” Jarda said as the shouts came closer. “You’ll never make it out of here alive.”

Cobb snorted. “There are half a dozen thugs out there, armed with whips and clubs at best,” he said, pressing the blaster deeper into his back. “I think I’ll take those chances.” He pressed closer still. “Now where’s the remote?”

It took the Lorda a few moments to understand what he was asking, but then he twisted his head in an attempt to look back at him. “The slaves? That’s what this is about?”

“It’s enough.” Cobb snarled at him. “The remote.”

“It’s my livelihood!”

“It’s your livelihood or your life,” Cobb threatened, his blaster whirring as it charged, ready to fire.

“ Vambrace! Vambrace!” He held out his hand, revealing the vambrace in question; a gaudy thing cast in a light metal with too many engravings, the sort that were entirely pointless. Cobb quickly removed it and attached it to his own arm, putting the blaster back in place before Jarda had the chance to do anything more than squirm.

“Axcess code?”

The two slaves screamed in shock as someone pounded on the door, curling up together in the corner. Cobb hated that he didn’t have the time to comfort or reassure them yet, but there would be plenty of time later.

“Come on now Jarda, we don’t have all day.”

“I-it’s one five mern four two se-senth three leth one eight peth.”

“Say it again.”

“Wh-what?”

The door shuddered.

“Again!”

“One-five-mern-four-two-senth-three-leth-one-eight-peth!”

“One more time.”

“Why—?”

Cobb pushed the blaster into his back again.

“Fifteen-mern-fourty-two-senth-three-leth-eighteen-peth! I swear! I swear that’s the code!”

Cobb certainly hoped so; he’d said the same thing three times under pressure, so it must have been something he’d used often. The door creaked with the next hit, but he took a moment to breathe, to sense if this was right, but his grip on the Force had slipped. He’d have to do this the old fashioned way then.

“It’d better be,” he said, just when someone with more than a few brain cells realised that the door wasn’t actually locked and it slipped open.

Two more bodies hit the ground, though it took three shots, and he clipped a third in the arm. Cobb almost stumbled at the sudden gaping holes that tore through the Force, the sense of it returning in a flood, but he kept a firm grip on the klatoonian’s robe. He spotted movement out of one of the windows, and with another blast the Force made him shudder again.

Why had Ben never warned him about this? If he’d known… No, he would have done the same, but perhaps he would have been better prepared.

He looked over at the slaves who had huddled together in the corner, their fear a cloud of darkness around them (when had he been able to feel that?), and sighed. They were new, meaning Cobb didn’t recognise them, and they wouldn’t know him, but he could at least offer one thing.

“Remove your robe,” he commanded of Jarda, also shaking in fear.

The Master complied with a whimper, the silk material of it slipping easily off his frame, and soon Cobb had it in his hand. The mark from his blaster had singed some of the fibres a dark brown, but the rest was still a vibrant blue, and he tossed it to the others.

“Here,” he said as they looked at it in surprise. “You deserve to wear what you please, but this will have to do for now.”

The man wrapped it around the woman, giving Cobb a nod of thanks, though they were both still wary of him. At least now the fear had become diluted around them.

“Now, I think you and I were talkin’,” he said, turning back once more to his quarry.

“Wh-what do you w-want to know?” Jarda asked, and Cobb could smell the distinctive scent of piss as the sleemo lost control of his bowels.

Cobb hummed, his ears perking at a whistle from outside. “Why don’t we ask our friends outside, hm?”

Directing Jarda was easy, so easy that it was almost scary, but stepping out into the suns to find his people had subdued the remaining thugs was perhaps the happiest moment of his life. Issa-Or was standing over one of them now, one of the clubs held over her shoulder as she grinned over at him.

“You’ve been busy!” she called, nodding to the bodies that were still partially in the doorway.

“So have you!” he replied, pushing Jarda onwards until he tripped over his own feet onto his knees. “How is everyone?”

“Mostly fine,” she replied. “Everyone’ll be out soon enough.”

Cobb hummed, watching the pit’s entrance where two of his brethren were helping people out of the basket, all of them blinking in the bright light.. “There’s two inside. I might’a scared ‘em a bit.”

Issa snorted, but waved someone towards the yacht. “Never did know how to be subtle.”

Cobb laughed, which only made the klatoonian shake.

“Who-who are you?” the Lorda stuttered.

He’d known this sleemo had forgotten him already, but hearing it so blatantly spoken… He kicked him to sand, face hitting the ground as he contemplated how to make an example of him.

“I’m no one,” he replied, “which is what you’re about to learn to be.”

“No! No no, please!” Jarda begged. “I-I have money! Jewels! Y-you can take my yacht! I’ll give you what you want! Anything! Please don’t kill me!”

Cobb rolled his eyes, sharing a look with Issa before crouching down, rolling the Master over and pressing his knees onto his arms to keep him from squirming. “Kill you? Why would I wanna kill you?” he asked. “No, you ain’t dying today.”

Jarda seemed to relax, especially when Cobb holstered his blaster, but he froze up again when Cobb drew the knife from the Lorda’s belt.

“You’re gonna send a message for me,” Cobb said, checking the sharpness of the blade against his captive’s tunic. “You’re gonna help me let everyone know what happens to slavers on this planet.”

“I-I can do that,” Jarda said, nodding his head. “I’ll let them—”

“Sh,” Cobb hushed, grabbing the sleemo’s chin. “Hold still.”

He leaned over him then, wielding the blade like a stylus, with the klatoonian’s brow as his pad.

“Senth…” he muttered as he carved the grooves into Jarda’s flesh, covering his mouth when the screams began. “Lenth… Aurek… Hold still or I’ll have t’ start again!”

Blood trickled into the sand along with the Lorda’s tears, his body bucking but quickly held down by other strong hands, until the word was written boldly, if in jagged lines, across his forehead.

‘SLAVER’

“There,” he said as he rose to his feet, Jarda sobbing quietly below. “Now everyone’ll know what you are, and you won’t ever forget.”

He stepped away then, throwing the knife into the sands as he headed towards Issa, who was giving him a proud, if concerned smile. He felt sick, his hands trembling at what he’d done, but he couldn’t break yet; he couldn’t let the Masters see his weakness.

“We’ll get everyone on the yacht,” he said. “It’ll be a tight fit, but we’ll make it work.”

“Everyone’ll be out soon,” Issa said, pushing the thug she’d subdued back into the sand when he tried to rise with the heel of her boot. “What’re we doing with this scum?”

Cobb looked down at him, then back at the quivering form of Jarda as he curled in on himself beneath the watchful gazes of those he assumed had helped hold him down. “They’re not worth their water,” he said, “but I’m done killin’ today. The Sands can pass judgement.”

Issa’s smile turned into something of more feral glee. “To the desert with them!”

A cheer rose from the victors, a tired roar, but all Cobb wanted to do was to find a quiet corner to empty his stomach. These times to come would be difficult, he knew, and he would have to harden himself for it, but for now it was almost too much. Those gaping holes where life had once been were already healing, but the echoes still lingered in his soul.

He would keep going, he had to, because this was bigger than him, this was worth every hurt he would have to go through, and he would take it all on to make Tatooine free.

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I say again; whuf. I mean, this whole thing was great fun to write, but still, things went off the deep end a bit there.

Cobb has his convictions now, and he's learned some more about the Force. He'll have to steel himself for the future, because this ain't the end. Not by a long shot.

Chapter 9

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“Ink my promises onto your skin” ♡

-jujutsu kaisen tattoo shop au! x gn! reader

|| You decide to get your first tattoo today. As nervous as you were, the presence of the extremely attractive tattoo artists quickly dispersed your anxiety

pairing : megumi fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru, maki zenin, inumaki toge, yuuta okkotsu x gn! reader

genre : fluff, suggestive-ish on gojo’s part

tw/note : mention of needles and blood, i wanted to make this au bc it was fun, i don’t know much about tattoos but i tried my best, if i missed anything, please inform me

words : 2.5k

You reluctantly opened the glass doors to the sketchiest looking shop you’ve ever entered. Your friends decided to dare you to get your first tattoo, which is why you were here. Of course, you were against the idea, but after looking at several cute designs and staring at the ones your friends had..getting one shouldn’t be too bad right? Minus the sharp pain of the needles and possible skin diseases you’d contract, at least your body would have cute little designs on it so you could end in style.

“No..I can’t do this—“ You turned your heel to back away when the chime of the doors made you freeze. “Are you coming in?” A monotone voice of a male rang into your ears as you looked back. Damn he was pretty. Now that the door was opened, you could see a bunch of people inside curiously peeking outside the door right at you. ‘Don’t they have anything better to do??’ You thought. Well you couldn’t just leave now can’t you. And that was the story on how you became entranced to receiving your first tattoo.

Megumi Fushiguro || Tired receptionist

You read the plastic name tag on the man who called out to you. “Megumi Fushiguro” it said in bold letters. He stared at you dully, as if wondering if you were just going to stand outside and waste their precious time and air conditioning. “If you are making an appointment, come in” Was all he said before opening the door a little further. Well now saying “no, I’m sorry” would just be an embarrassment to you. So with no other choice left, you slowly dragged your feet inside to confirm your reservation.

The receptionist- or Megumi as he calls himself, looks through the files with a calm and unbothered feel to him. You noticed he had a soft looking face, sharp eyes and eyelashes no extensions could replicate. Dream man for real. Despite working in a tattoo parlor, he wasn’t how you expected him to be. He barely had any markings on his skin besides a small design on his inner wrist. It was..two small dogs? You stifled a laugh when he raised his arm to stretch because how could such an intimidating looking man have such an adorable tattoo? This obviously caught Megumi’s attention.

He was unimpressed by how you laughed. “Ah no- I just thought your dog tattoos are cute! Do you own some?” You smiled awkwardly. Megumi nodded as he signed you in, motioning his one free hand to the two dogs huddled in the corner. Your sudden fixation on them had him looking up from his screen, observing how your gaze became sparkles and your body basically begging to hug those bundles of fur. Oh yeah this man was distracted. Usually people didn’t care when he mentioned his dogs, he was glad someone showed some appreciation for them.

“First tattoo?” He asked, to which you sheepishly nodded. Megumi didn’t utter another word before he stood up from his chair to lead you to the back area where there were a few tattoo artists waiting with their equipment. Before heading back, you heard him mutter something with a small blush you could see if you look close and squint

“If you’re nervous, I could call my dogs over for you. They make great company and..I could be too”

Geto Suguru || Your assigned tattoo artist

Well hello hottie. Was what your mind immediately thought when your eyes set on the gorgeous man who was simply disinfecting his tools. He had long black hair tied in a man bun, some strands falling on his face that were equally as attractive as his physique. Sleeveless shirt which revealed his tattoo sleeve and neck tattoo. The mysterious man who’d been silent all this time, smiled warmly at you when you were (embarrassingly) caught staring.

“Call me Geto, I’m your artist for today” He patted the open seat to welcome you. You didn’t know what it was but you walked to that seat like your life depended on it. Geto was cautious in preparing everything, making sure that the items were all set. Despite having an intimidating exterior, his hands were gentle, especially with how he handled anything fragile. “Don’t be scared, it may pinch though” He tried to reassure you, but your clammy hands and that large needle he held was not making anything better.

“What design would you like?” He asked and you showed him a simple design and he grinned, muttering a small “cute” under his breath. Your heart did flips inside but you did your best to conceal it. Diligently, the man started to draw sketches on your arm where you mentioned you wanted the tattoo to be. His large, slightly callused hands wrapped around your arm in a firm grip to keep him from making any imperfections. No, your nervous shaking did not help. Could you be blamed ?? This hot as hell man was inches away from your face with his arm holding you tightly.

He pulled away after the sketch was completed, switching over to his needle. Your slight flinch didn’t escape his notice. He leaned closer whilst using the fact he was using rubbing alcohol on you as an excuse to brush his lips against the shell of your ear

“Calm yourself down, my darling, we wouldn’t want any imperfections on your body, now would we?”

Gojo Satoru || Wishes he was your tattoo artist

From the second you entered, there was a strong feeling that there were eyes on you. Your suspicions were confirmed when for a split second, your eyes locked with the blue ones hiding behind a set of sunglasses despite being indoors. You were curious but Megumi was already leading you to get your tattoo done. You could have sworn there was a visible pout on the mystery man’s face when you were assigned to Geto instead of him.

“Ah~ Suguru, why don’t you give this one to me hm? You’ve been busy all day, no?” He lazily made large steps towards you on the chair, pulling on a random stool to sit on. “Gojo Satoru, or ‘the love of your life’ to you, angel” He smiled sweetly, holding out his inked hands for a handshake, as if there were no intentions behind that facade. You simply quirked a brow at his attempts, clearly unamused to which Geto laughed whilst sketching the designs onto your skin. “Trying to get into another pair of pants, Satoru? Nice try” Geto smirked at your plain reaction.

“Awh..But you’re too pretty to be with someone like him” The man who went by Gojo snarled. You wanted to laugh- wait, what happened to all that pressure? For some reason you were calmer than before, a little agitated at the flirting instead of scared. Was that an intention of his? Gojo stayed there for the majority of the preparation process, lazily looking at you and his friend. “Sure you don’t want me instead, doll?” He pouted and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe next time” You muttered, but Gojo heard and he would be using it against you. He stood up, lowered his sunglasses and winked. The man could have just stolen your heart along with that. You tried acting uninterested but we all know you were having a field day in there.

“Next time? Looking forward to our time together. Don’t keep me waiting, doll”

Maki Zenin || Very stressed manager

“Satoru, stop bothering our guests”

A sharp voice was heard which made you look over. A young woman stood with a pen between her fingers and a sleeveless black turtleneck that made her a sight to behold. The outfit revealed her shoulder tattoo that seemed to stretch to her back. “Get back to your post” She warned and surprisingly, Gojo stood up with his hands in the air to show his defeat. Wow. You never thought that that man would listen to anyone but himself. Thank goodness for your taste in women you were slightly afraid of because damn this woman was fine. Her eyes landed on you through her glasses “Sorry about that” she apologized while taking out her clipboard.

At this point, Geto was slowly making the design onto your skin, but you couldn’t focus on the pain at all. Maki noticed your stares on her and curled a brow in curiosity “Is there anything you need?” She strides to your seat, leaning down to check on you. Another intimidating figure that turned out to be very caring. Or maybe this was just customer service. Either way, you couldn’t care less about the pain when this beautiful woman is there. But you could only do so much.

The needle inched deeper into your skin and you yelped. Maki was surprised but quietly laughed. This must be your first time, she thought. Amused, she placed down her clipboard and looked at you. “It isn’t that bad after a while” She reassured before looking at your tattoo artist. “Oi, be careful with them” She almost hit him but stopped herself. Maki couldn’t lie, that yelp you let out was quite cute. Maki couldn’t stay long, but she wanted you to relax. And so, she handed you a small stuffed toy that she gave a few patrons to hold onto when they are scared.

“I have to go, but I hope you enjoy your time” She took her items in her hand and bowed before sending you a small wink before turning her back. You turned your head to the side before you checked the stuffed toy including..a number card? Wait- wait..

This time you let out another yelp, just not from pain

“I have to leave, but I have a feeling that we’d meet again soon. Don’t avoid me when that happens.”

Inumaki Toge || Professional heart warmer

In the back of the room, a young man sat with his legs crossed on a stool with his hands busy playing some games. He had white hair and a black mask on. You were curious as to why he had no visible tattoos, despite all his co-workers having some. He paid no attention to you at all during the first few moments, but when he caught onto how nervous you were after Maki left you with a simple stress toy, he felt like he had to step in. What kind of manager leaves a frightened customer with a simple toy?

Inumaki didn’t speak a word, he didn’t even introduce his name so you had to catch on with solely his name tag. He pointed at his screen and showed a bunch of videos to you. Inumaki’s screen displayed plenty of comedy/prank videos that made you erupt in laughter despite the needle sinking into your skin. Yes, everyone in that parlor were jealous of how Inumaki was doing a better job at comforting you than any of them did. And he didn’t need to flirt, offer you anything or wink his way into your heart.

It was like he was always there. Turns out Inumaki is very much a playful person, making little jokes and making you more at ease just with some videos. Though, you wondered why he didn’t speak. Was it a medical condition? Or simply a preference? You couldn’t tell nor did you feel like asking in case it was a sensitive question. You let out another yelp, tears pricking the corners of your eyes this time. As time went by, your skin became more and more sensitive to the needle than it was before.

Inumaki was startled by your wet eyes, hands sputtering to try and think of something that would help. He tried videos, jokes, nothing worked. He held your hand as he noticed you shaking, warning you that you shouldn’t be moving so much with an ink needle inside you but you didn’t seem to catch on with just the grab. And so, Inumaki pulled down his mask to reveal those hidden tattoos that stretched across his lips in abstract shapes, leaning down and whispered in your ear to get the message across

“Don’t move”

Yuuta Okkotsu || Post-tattoo emotional support

After your tattoo was over, you breathed out a sigh of relief. After your arm was done, another man took Geto’s place. He was relatively younger and had a terrifying aura to him..that is, if he didn’t immediately let out the brightest smile ever when he greeted you. “Hi! I’m Okkotsu Yuuta. I’ll be cleaning your wound for a while so let’s get along well” He grinned. He was like the scariest golden retriever alive, if that made any sense. It was the best way to word him.

Yuuta had a relatively simple tattoo that stretched across his arm. It was quite colorful in contrast to most commonly used colors such as black. “It must’ve hurt huh?” He strikes up some conversation while cleaning up your wound with care, it was as if he held you like porcelain. You wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to be so gentle but you held your tongue from how focused he was on making sure you experienced as little pain as possible from the cleaning process. Deciding to engage in his questions, you two struck up a nice talk together.

He made some funny sentences that made you smile even though he wasn’t sure what he did 90% of the time, blinking confused on why that entertained you. “Oh and there was a time I almost swallowed a needle- I knew with that along with my hearty meal from earlier, that my trip to the bathroom would not be pleasant” Cue your laughter. He blinked a few times at why that was hilarious but enjoyed the fact he had you forgetting about your fresh tattoo he was taking care of.

“Your design is pretty” He muttered subconsciously, looking at how it suited you so well. You asked him about his tattoo, and he explained that it meant how he should focus on what lies ahead instead of being caught up with the past. “Do you have something that you’d like to forget?” Yuuta just nodded at your question with a warm smile. You couldn’t help but want to help him take his mind off any unpleasant memories he had.

“People told me I’d find someone to help me recover. Would it be silly if I said I feel that someone was with me right now?”

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note : couldn’t fit more pictures 🥲 but anyways geto tattoo artist au has been roaming my mind recently so i just had to make it into a fic with other characters. also my maki brainrot is inevitable <3

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