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ja3hwa · 1 month

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♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧 ♡

【Synopsis】 : The boys were going to teach you a simple game of pool. Nothing more, nothing less... right?

『Word count』 : 3.9k

-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance. Supernatural.

Pairing: Vampire!WooSanSang x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Flirting. Dirty talk. Slight innocent reader. Foursome. Lowkey free use. Dub-con ish, but the reader is into it. Everything is just new for her. Mxm. Manhandling. Blood drinking, biting. Wounds. Whimper kink? Swearing. Clit play. Yeosang fucks her without really asking but the reader is into it. Unprotected sex. Multiple orgasms. Pet names including [Doll, Baby, Pet, Sir, Darling. Pretty thing] Use of the word slut. I shit on religion for a second, so I’m sorry if anyone is religious.

Note: Fun fact I found out that pool tables were invented back in 1470, so I felt like I had to add it aha.

Also hi I'm uploaded two fic in one night. I know crazy right?! Well, I've been really wanting to just post all my work. i got in the drafts, but im pacing myself, hehe. So this is just a little ... gift? Idk ahah i just could help, but post two tonight. Enjoy ♡♡

"Oh, my body, I don't wanna stop until the break of dawn"

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When you finally woke, you noticed Seonghwa had left the bed. There was a small note on the bedside table with a little heart next to your name written in black ink. You smiled sleepily, stretching slowly in the spacious bed. You’ve never had a better sleep in years, if not ever. Your small single bed that was tattered and moulding was all you’d ever known, and now you had a bed fit for a king. It was almost strange, bittersweet in a way. You felt like you were always supposed to end up here. With them. Like fate was etched in stone way before you were even of age. You had wondered if they felt the same way, as you made your way through the halls once again. It became quite easy to move around the manor now that you’ve explored a bit. You had slipped on a tunic and pants of various shades of purple and black that were sitting on the end of your bed.

“I see you’ve made yourself quite at home, pet.” You shivered at the sound of Yeosang's velvet voice. Glancing above, you see him leaning on the railing of the mezzanine, a sly smirk on his delicate features.

“She’s like a curious kitty isn’t she.” Another voice caught your attention looking towards the doorway of the billiard room you see a feline feature man. San... His dark hair and sharp yellow glowing eyes make your heart thump in anticipation. Strange? you thought. They were all vampires as far as you knew, so why were his eyes such a deep sunset yellow?

“We got to get that staring problem under control, Darling.” You jumped hearing the high-pitched man, Wooyoung right behind you, whispering in your ear.

“I w-was not staring.” You shake your head, turning around to see all three men now standing around the pool table. San had picked up a pool stick, putting some blue chalk to dab on the end of the said stick. You watched as all three of them took a pool cue and chalked them up, curious at what they might be up to. You had never seen a pool table up close, let alone see anyone play before. You’ve only ever read about it in fancy books or heard it from the richer folk in the village. “A-are you going to play a game?”

Your words sounded flinching like you were some peasant girl asking the higher for a slice of knowledge. But in truth weren’t you just that? “We are most definitely going to be playing a game Darlin’ and you are going to be the price.”

Wooyoung’s words made you gulp, standing there awkwardly playing with the hem of your tunic. San walked over to you while Yeosang set up the balls in the triangle. San’s fingers grazed your chin before lifting your face to look at him. His smile was softer this time, unlike how it was border-lining lust prior. “Don’t worry, Pretty thing. We won’t go too hard on you. Well, Yeosang might, if you’re not too careful.”

You visibly gulp feeling a tingle in your tummy. What could he possibly be insinuating? Your mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities, slightly thanking Jongho was not here to read your lusting thoughts. You were about to say something, but then Wooyoung came up behind San, pushing him aside so he could give you a pool cue. “I don’t know how to p-play.”

“It’s okay, darling. We will teach you.” Wooyoung’s chippy voice eased your heart slightly. And as you watched Wooyoung start to bicker with Yeosang, who would start the game. You couldn’t help but giggle. For Monsters, they sure act like teenagers. Immature and… youthful.

“Okay okay, Woo, get over here. Let Sangie Break.” The feline yelled over all the bickering. The nicknames he gave the other males made your heart flutter. In the next few minutes, the three vampires took their turn, trying to get a ball in the hole. Until finally, San got a stripe in making Wooyoung whine.

“How do you always manage to score first.” Wooyoung was disappointed about his lover winning, shifting his weight around as he stomped over to the bar that was sitting across a billiard table. He grabbed out four short glasses and began pouring an amber-coloured liquor in each one. You could hear mumbles around you, most likely San and Yeosang badgering about something again, but you couldn’t focus on them. Only looking straight at the shorter male, curiously watching him take a shot of the liquid before taking the other full glass and shotting it.

“Pet did you hear anything we said?” Yeosang's presence behind you caught your attention, noting the way his shoulder bumped into you lightly. You shook your head with a little sorry before taking a breath, suddenly blurting out.

“I didn’t think vampires could eat or drink human food.”

The situation reminded you about how you shared a meal with all of them a night ago. You were so out of it, and floating in your mind, you didn’t really take notice that they were, in fact, consuming food. Cooked cow, vegetables, rich sauces, and wines. It was always written in history books and the words of your church that no hellspawn beasts like night crawlers were able to consume and dine on earthy foods. Only craving and needing the taste of blood to sustain themselves.

San had to try very hard not to laugh at your innocence. Wooyoung had a cheeky smirk on his face, placing the glass on the brim of the pool table, speaking up on your question. “Oh, we do not have to eat or drink to stay alive if that’s what you’re asking. And drinking does nothing for us unless we drink an entire Alehouse. But it does take the edge off for us a little bit.” He downed his drink like he did before, some of the alcohol dripping down his chin. San, within seconds, moved from one end of the table to where Wooyoung stood. His speed created a little wind pocket that blew against your face, making you shiver. San’s hand cupped Wooyoung’s chin, drawing his face upwards. San then opened his mouth, letting his freakishly long tongue slide out onto the younger's neck, licking up the liquor he had spilt.

You gulp, looking away to see Yeosang staring at you intensely with a smirk. He bit his lip before chuckling “God I wished I could read minds. I bet you’re thinking about the filthiest things right now.” He moved to stand in front of you, making you take a step back until you were trapped against the pool table and his broad body. “Such a cute little pet, with such a dirty little mind.”

“W-Wha...I…” You didn’t know what to say cause in truth you couldn’t help but think vulgarly around them. They were all so attractive, and it was like some kind of drug being near them. You looked back to San and Wooyoung, seeing San now had his tongue down the other man's throat, and you couldn’t help but whine. What you didn’t realize was that from looking away from Yeosang, you bared your neck to him, making him growl. “You should never show off your neck to vampires unless you want them to bite you, baby.”

Your eyes widened at his words. But you couldn’t react fast enough. It was like your body became a ragdoll as he moved you with the speed of light. Your back hit the table with a thud, legs spread with Yeosang’s body in between them and his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers squeezed his shoulders as you felt his sharp fangs run along your hot skin. “S-Sangie…”

“Hmm using my nickname is only gonna make me want to fuck you, pet.” his nose brushed down your main vein, letting him breathe in your scent sharply. You were the sweetest thing he had ever smelt.

“Sangie.” You repeated suddenly, reaching tighter for Yeosang’s large shoulders, lacing the fabric of his dress shirt in your fingers. The vampire just chuckled, kissing along your hot skin. You wiggled against him, feeling his crotch twitch beneath the layers of cloth that separated you both. “Please.”

“Ooo, She begs. My favourite.” Yeosang’s fangs grazed your neck, making your heart thump harder. You felt like your whole body was on fire, and every nerve was being consumed with nothing but Yeosang. His scent, his dark deep chuckles. The way his fingers glide along your body.

Him.

While his hands played with the fabric on your clothing. You turned your head to look back at where Wooyoung and San were, but the in a blink of an eye, they vanished.

“Don’t get this party started without us.” San’s voice frightened you as he was suddenly at the other end of the table, leaning over to give your forehead a light little kiss. Wooyoung, however, was now standing next to Yeosang, pushing your right leg opened wider so both men could stand in between them. “I can smell her from over there.”

“I know, our little slut is getting nice and wet from us teasing her.” Yeosang spat out such a foul name at you but it only made you whimper more. No way in your wildest dreams would you have ever suspected your life would end up with being sprawled out on a pool table with three Vampire, kiss and lick parts of your body that weren’t covered by your clothing.

Sinful. Hellborn. A daughter of Lilith. Words from your mother came flooding in your mind like little flashes of a candle flame blowing in the wind. Maybe she was right. Maybe she saw your future before you even knew it.

“F-fuck I need a taste,” Wooyoung whined, tugging at your pants, but what you didn’t expect was him to lift up the loose pant leg, exposing your right thigh. Yeosang pulled up your tunic, drawing his tongue out onto your hot skin. And finally, San, the last one, lifted your wrist to his nose, inhaling sharply before opening his mouth to suck on the soft flesh.

“I’d take a deep breath If I was you, pet,” Yeosang grunted with a sly smirk, making you let out a large gasp. You felt all three of them sink their teeth into you in a sudden snap, almost synchronised. The crunch of broken skin echoed in the room before ringing in your ears. You could feel their addictive vampiric venom pouring into your veins while they emptied you of blood. The euphoric feeling of being drained was indescribable. Like floating on a cloud, feeling the soft cotton tickle your body, leaving your toes and fingertips to tingle.

“F-ffuck. Argh.” Was all you could mutter out before rolling your eyes back again. You could feel Yeosang’s deep chuckle against your tummy, feeling like the sound almost came from inside you. And without letting his fangs slip, he drew his hand to your covered core. Pressing sharply on your sensitive button through the loose fabric. This made you let out another gasp, calling for Yeosang. “S-Sangie pleasee.”

San retracted his fangs from your wrist before whining, “Hey, I want to hear you cry my name out. Can you do that for me, pretty?” The vampire kissed along your arm until he got to your neck. You nodded while he tilted your head to the side, exposing your jugular. “such a good little doll. Now I want you to scream.”

And with that, he sunk his teeth into the crease of your shoulder and neck, making you let out a loud, painfully lustful cry. “FUCK SAN!!!”

Wooyoung and Yeosang finally pulled away after a few more moments, licking their lips of your blood. Yeosang had a deep growl rumble in his chest as he ran his thumb over the puncture wound, smearing the crimson liquid on your red irritated flesh. Wooyoung did the same but drew a heart with it instead making himself giggle in approval. “Fuck if we didn’t want to keep you alive pet. We would have drunk you dry.”

Yeosang’s empty threat would have scared anyone, but for some reason, it only enticed you more. Pulling your shaky legs up, you placed your bare feet on the edge of the pool table before spreading your legs wide. The grumpy vampire seemed to get the hint, taking his long nail he ripped the fabric right in between your thighs, making a slit-like opening for him and Wooyoung to get a perfect view of your soaking cunt. “Now, why don’t you look at that.”

Yeosang growls, sliding a finger along your wet lips. Your whole body shivers, feeling yourself becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. This shock wave made San sit up suddenly, pulling away from your shoulder, gasping for air as he let out the deepest, most feral-like groan you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, She tastes so good when you do that. I need one of you to fuck her right now so I can taste that again” His blood-stained lips kissed along your shoulder smearing all the red crimson liquid over your soft skin. His kisses your feverish as if he had become drunk off you alone. The few buttons that were holding your shirt closed were now being opened by the feline male, slowly revealing your hidden flesh.

“I volunteer as tribute.”

Wooyoung protested, shaking his belt in a manner of desperation, but Yeosang quickly scoffed, snaking his belt out of the hoops of his pants in one swift motion before dropping it. “I’d like to see you fucking try. This pussy is mine.” Yeosang’s deep venomous growl made the younger vampire cower slightly, giving him a slight pout.

“Why do you get to go first.” From your angle, you could have sworn you saw Wooyoung stomp his feet, making you giggle lightly, catching the attention of all three of the men around you. Yeosang kisses your tummy lightly, pulling your focus to him alone, his hands gripping your hips and body snuggling tightly against your hot core.

“What’s so funny, pet? Finding enjoyment over us fighting over you?” Yeosang’s lips travelled up your navel as he kissed along your newly exposed skin since San had now successfully unbuttoned your top, revealing your perky, tight nipples on your plump and soft breasts.

“Yes sir…” you whispered, closing your eyes as you revelled in the feeling of his tongue sliding along your body.

“Fuck, she’s so good isn't she.” San covered his mouth with his hand, sighing at how obedient you had become. Reaching for your breast he squeezed your plump flesh together, pinching your nipples between his pointer and thumb. You choked out a whine as he rolled the pad of his finger over your sensitive bud, almost completely distracting you from the vampire between your legs.

“Come on, Sangie, hurry up. I want to be inside her so badly.” Wooyoung has hopped up onto the end of the pool table leaning on his hand behind his soft frame. His hand palming his covered crotch, panting slightly as he watched San and Yeosang ravish you. Your hazy eyes looked back to see San standing straight and tall behind you. Giving you a sweet smile that was hiding a sinister lust underneath.

Before you could say anything about what Wooyoung had said, you felt Yeosang’s thick cock head breached your tight pussy. “Oh FUck!” You bucked your hips, helping him slide into you deeply inch by inch until he bottomed you out. He was definitely girthier than Seonghwa, making you feel like the wind was being knocked right out of you.

“Shhit. This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Are you sure Seonghwa fucked you pet?” Yeosang began to ramble, pulling you down more so your ass was almost off the table. Sangie put his one hand under your thigh and hip, holding you still so he could slowly start thrusting into you, sharply and greatly. “So tight, so warm. Such a good little pet. You like being fucked baby? Bet you’d take all of us in one go if we’d asked.”

“Oh my god! Yes!!! please, Sangie.” You yelped at the top of your lungs just from the pure idea of having all eight of them. Pleasing them all. Dotting on them. You needed them just as much as they needed you. Yeosang gripped your shirt that hung open on the top and pulled you up until your face was inches from his and his lips, almost touching your own.

“It’s master, my sweet little slut.” He yanked you off the pool table, pulling out for a moment so he could help you walk to the couch and even though his movements were rough, his grip was gentle, holding you closely in a way. Lovingly. “Come on baby, bend over the couch for me.”

He gave your ass a squeeze before letting you fall on your knees on the plush cushions. The couch was facing away from the pool table, so when you leaned over the top of it, you could get a perfect view of the other two vampires. “Okay, new game.” Yeosang knelt behind you, holding your hips, rubbing his palm against your skin. “Whoever gets a ball in first gets to take over and fuck our precious baby here. Deal?”

You had to laugh as San and Wooyoung scrambled around to grab their own pool stick. Your smile was bright as you were about to say some cheeky remark but you slowly felt Yeosang enter your soaked pussy from behind making you only let out a shaky whimper. His hands gripped tightly on your hips as your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Yeosang chuckled as he thrusted into your cunt in shallow motions. His hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you up so your body was at an odd angle, but you couldn’t care less. “Last time I checked I’m not god’s pathetic son.”

Your fingers lased into the couch cushions, gripping onto it for dear life as you felt him slowly hammer into you faster. Your pussy would clench with each thrust making the most beautiful groans and whimpers fall from his lips. The hand that held the back of your neck, snaked around the front to clench tightly, blocking your airway just lightly, sending your brain into a fuzzy mess.

“M-Master….” You cried, collapsing onto the edge of the couch. Your legs are shaking, and your arms are no longer able to hold yourself up anymore. San and Wooyoung were bickering, yelling at one another as they kept trying to get a ball in the hole. That was until San bent down and shot one of his stripes by hitting Wooyoung’s ball before getting it into the end left basket.

Your glassy eyes could see San’s triumph, along with Woo’s high-pitched whine of defeat. The knot in your stomach was tightened with every thrust of Yeosang’s hips but before you could reach your climax he slipped out of your soaked cunt making you hiccup in a loud whine. “F-Ffuckk.”

“It’s okay, pet. Breathe…” You tried to take in a shaky breath as you felt your whole body being manhandled until you were sitting perfectly on someone’s lap. San’s naked lap, to be exact. His hazy smile got you blushing as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek so delicately.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’ll take good care of you.” San’s cooe made you relax nicely against him as he lined his cock with your abused cunt. You were already so sensitive but somehow you were still craving more. The loud sound of pool balls whacking together got you startled but San stroked your cheek with his thumb slightly as he pulled your face towards his with his fingers. “Focus on me, baby. I want to see you come apart on my cock okay. No closing those pretty eyes."

You nodded with a short whimper followed by a simple yes that was so quiet you’re surprised San heard it. But then you remember that you weren’t fucking a normal man, but a beast in human form. A blood-sucking night-crawling beast that could kill you with his bare hands at any time. Your pussy clenched around his lengthy, and girthy cock making him groan. He slowly lifted your plump thighs up helping you gather a rhythm with your hips so you could ride him slowly. “S-sannie. Oh g-god please.”

“Such a good girl. Come on. Fuck you’re so tight...” You focused on his knitted brows and slightly parted mouth, seeing he was enjoying this just as much as you were. Your hips got faster as San started to buck upwards to match your movements. Your whole body was feeling like it was on fire, sensing you were close. He pushed your body up so he could help thrust deeper inside you. This left your tits to be right in his face, making him groan as he latched onto your plump flesh and sucked. Your breasts would be completely covered in hickeys by the time San was down them. And as his mouth traveled to the top of your breast you clenched around him, sucking him deeper into your tight cunt. He lost himself in your scent, the way you squeezed him and the sound of your pretty moans. He needed more, just another taste. He needed to taste the flavour of you when you came.

“S-San I’m gonna cum.” You gasped, tangling your fingers threw his hair.

“Come for me, baby. Be a good little human for me and cream on my cock.” He licked your skin before biting down, sinking his fangs into the top of your breast, jackhammering you at an inhuman pace. You screamed so loud that the whole manor would have heard, coming so much around Sans hard cock. You were it grew bigger inside you as your clenched harder, feeling him drink his fill of your red hot liquid.

“San.” A male voice called out but your head was too dizzy, feeling San continue his assault on your cunt and teeth in your flesh. “SAN!!” The voice got loud but your eyes began to droop feeling a wave of sleep erode through your body. You heard San lewdly growl animalisticly against you, still drinking your blood as his cock stilled tightly in you, letting him come deep inside you.

The voice before screamed again, but your eyes closed, and darkness took over before you could see or hear anything else.

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Daddy? Daddy.

Pairing: Dad!Pierre x Reader

Warnings: Slight smut, daddy used in sexual term

Request: Yes/ No

A/N: haven’t written in forever so I apologize if this isn’t up to par with my other works.

It wasn't often that you woke before your husband, yet here you lay watching your husband sleep. His chest moved up and down slowly, looking so peaceful that waking him would be a crime. The soft whimpers from the baby monitor, you sitting up and slowly untangling yourself from Pierre’s hold.

Padding down the hallway, you open the nursery door and smile at your baby girl, Coralie. Smiling down at your little 4-month-old girl, she had her father’s bright blue eyes and sandy hair that made you see his mirror image sometimes.

“Good morning, my little dove, hungry?” You whisper, knowing it is around her feeding time as you move about back to your bedroom and sit down as you start to feed your little girl. You feel a weight on your legs and look down, seeing Pierre’s arm laying your leg as he is still deeply asleep.

Smiling, you play with his hair as a ghost of a smile covers his face but soon disappears as he relaxes back into sleep while you finish feeding Coralie. She whines loudly, feeling full, and you move, but Pierre’s head snaps up, making you let out a small yelp from surprise.

“I've got her.” He grumbles, going to get up to get her, but you grab his arm.

“Pear, she's right here; I was feeding her.” You whisper, making his sleep-filled eyes look between you and the baby.

“Oh.” He whispers as you giggle and place soft kisses over his face waking him up slowly as he moves to lay on his back.

“Give her here.” He grumbles, voice thick with sleep but reaches out for his daughter, who gurgles for her daddy.

“Good morning, my petit Coeur. Did you sleep well?” He asks, laying her down on his bare chest as she makes noises and makes herself comfortable.

“I have to get ready, Pierre. Are you okay watching her?” You mumble, seeing Cora is starting to fall asleep again.

“Don't insult me, and I'm her father. If I can't handle taking care of her, I don't deserve to be her father.” He grumbles, and you shake your head.

Pierre always hated the narrative that fathers don't need to do much in their child's lives or that people be surprised to see the father being just as active as the mother. So him being bitchy about your comment was in character for him as he sat up slightly to answer some emails.

Going into the bathroom, you stood in front of the sizeable wall-to-wall mirror, unable to tear your eyes away from Pierre and your baby. There was something about him, seeing him lay in bed looking so damn normal, that made you want to jump his bones.

Pierre sensing your eyes on him, looks up, giving you that lazy half-smirk that makes your heart flutter as you start the shower.

“Rude, you gave me the baby knowing I can't get in the shower with you!” Pierre laughs, making you laugh as well.

“I’m sorry, but I need a shower.” You tease, making him curse in French as he calms Cora down.

Stepping into the shower, you start to wash your hair when you feel cold air hit your back but soon, a warm body presses into you. Leaning back the chest, you smell his favorite cologne and turn, pushing water off your face.

“Where’s-” “She’s laying on the bed with pillows around her so if she turns, she won't fall off the bed, and also, the baby monitor is right next to the shower door. She's safe, my love.” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“Besides, we rarely get time anymore, and just as t a shower with you.” He smiles, grabbing your shampoo and pouring it on his hands.

“Turn.” He whispers. You turn as his fingers weave into your hair and start to rub it in; he was right, though.

You both rarely had time for each other; with his race schedule and the baby, you rarely had time to be with each other. You both loved Coralie so much, but you mourn the time you both used to have; it was still there once in a while, but it wasn't the same.

The stolen kisses, the being able to be with each other anywhere and any time in your house, or traveling the world randomly with just a single say. You missed it, but this..... this was priceless and something you wouldn't change for the world. You knew Pierre was still adjusting; whenever he'd come back from the race, he would forget that Cora was here until he'd hear the familiar whines before snapping into father mode.

Pierre rinses your hair as he watches you and can't help the semi he gets making you laugh when you accidentally press into him.

“Come here.” you giggle, pulling him down for a kiss as he backs you up into the wall; taking advantage of him being distracted, you slide your hand down to his cock and slowly wrap your fingers around him.

Pierre groans, pulling his lips off you and resting his forehead against you as you slowly pump him. His arms cage you as he tries hard not to rest his weight on you in the shower, he finally hardens, and you move your hand faster, kissing his neck and lips, trying to help him relax as you feel the familiar twitch of him.

“Baby, I’m... I’d fuck im about to come.” He groans, and you bite your lip, nodding as you move his hand faster as his muscles tighten, finishing in your hand.

“Feeling better, daddy?” You ask innocently, teasing him.

“The hell?” He asks, shocked, making your laughter bounce around the walls.

“I’m sorry...I had to!” You choke out as he stares at you, trying not to laugh himself.

“I guess since having Cora, it lost its appeal, huh?” You ask as he grumbles, turning the shower off about you ruining the moment.

“Oh, come on, daddy! Don't get mad!” You tell as he yells at you to stop laughing now too.

“Daddy!” You yell, laughing even harder.

“STOP!” He yells as you chase him around the bedroom, as you both soak in the memory.

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l0vem41l · 2 months

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star stickers and best efforts.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort but 100% not at all, reader is mildly mean when nervous LIKE A BAD DOG /ref and most definitely written self-indulgently by accident, sun is mildly condescending, they r each others best supporters, mentions of a customer being rude but rly nothing crazy, sun uh... he's an interesting fella, BIGGG dialogue chunks im sorry im sorry 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the daycare attendant/sun/sundrop

author's note: my wip title was literally just "the one where you're yelled at" :p but... hiiii!!! obligatory return to fnaf real quick becuz,,, no, i still havent gotten into the ruin dlc but YES i do love sun's personality in help wanted 2..... if this is ooc u can erm. shove me into wet concrete. (。﹏。) aaannywayz!! missed this!!! missed this so much!!!! ( ╯□╰ ) sorry for not valentine's day posting,,, scandalous ik since im lit rally Called Valentine. but oh well. enjoy! or dont. if you dont im sorry please request fnaf stuff so i can Fix That /srs

if you weren't relying on this job to put food on your table and a roof on your head, you’d burn the freddy fazbear’s mega pizzaplex to the ground for a piece of pocket lint and a pat on the head.

maybe it’s a bit dramatic to say that— you're paid well, you like your mostly robot coworkers, and most of the time (emphasis on most and not always) the work is manageable enough.

the customers are another story.

sun notices the minute you walk in the daycare. you look like you're a minor inconvenience away from murder— which naturally, makes him feel inclined to prod a little.

“well, someone’s awfully sulky today!”

while you’d typically crack a smile at the upbeat jester animatronic, his enthusiasm in the face of your misery is grating. there’s no energy left in your body to banter with him— you were using most of it to drag your feet over to the shoe caddy, toolbox in hand to fix up its shelf, now hanging askew due to a busted bracket.

“can it, sunny, i don't wanna hear it.” you mutter, more venomous than you intend it to be. he doesn’t even blink at your grumpiness. instead, he happily holds up the shelf while you inspect it and grab a new bracket to secure it.

at least he’s trying to make himself useful. you think to yourself.

his faceplate tilts slightly, staring at you with that ever present grin. his staring isn’t really helping, but you don’t fault him for it. you’ve gotten used to his antics by now. “woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” sun questions.

you shake your head.

“got yelled at by a customer— now, if you could please just drop the topic—” you sigh exasperatedly, not even bothering to finish the sentence as you sit down cross legged in front of the shoe caddy, slumping slightly in defeat.

much too persistent for his own good, sun decides that inquiring even further about the incident that seems to have you beat down is a good idea. “what’d you do?”

you consider feigning offense as he insinuates it’s somehow your fault. but you don’t. you just shrug it off.

“my job.”

“ah, they do hate it when you do that.” he tuts.

“it wasn’t even that big of a deal,” you mutter, getting the bracket in place and marking it, “this one kid just so happened to walk up to the arcade machine i was putting an out of order sign on. i felt bad, so like, obviously, i hand the kid a few tokens, apologize politely, explain— and you’d think it’s all good right?”

you pause mid-ramble as you fix up the shelf. in all your misery, you forgot that you don’t even know exactly what caused the shelf to collapse like this. you consider asking.

sun leans in just a bit too close, interrupting your train of thought as you stare at the shelf. when you glance at him, he gives you a little nod.

go on, he seems to say wordlessly. he’s waiting silently for you to continue your story. it’s never not unnerving when he’s quiet.

“...anyways, uh... the kid’s dad came by and got mad or something. didn’t understand why i couldn’t just let him play one game since it looked perfectly functional— keep in mind, this is the arcade machine that literally kept eating up tokens only to not function, and shocked kids when it did— so i kept trying to explain why i couldn’t exactly do that. but for some reason, it was such a big fucking deal—”

“language.” he chides.

“...fricking deal. of course, i had to be berated for it. i offered to grab them more faz-tokens as compensation and i thought the problem was solved... and then i checked and saw he still left a bad review. definitely gonna hear about that from management.” sun hands you a tool as you continue to speak.

“but now i’m upset, i’m definitely in trouble, and my face hurts from the whole customer service smile i was holding that entire conversation. like seriously, i don’t know how i’m expected to do that 24/7.” you stop at your last remark and stare at sun and his unchanging expression. “...my bad.”

the awkward silence only lasts for a moment, thankfully. you’ve spoken your piece— sun decides to speak his.

“you did your best.” he says simply, as you finally fix the shelf into place. he pats you on the head and doesn't even hide his amusement when you sulk.

“i know that tone, sunny, you're making fun of me—”

“poor thing.” he continues, grinning brightly as he makes a show of patronizing you. sun’s hand continues to pat the top of your head gently, like he would when consoling a child. or when greeting a dog. has he,,, ever seen a dog before? probably not.

you groan and manage to shove his arm away.

“i do mean it though,” he continues, his tone still lighthearted— but notably more earnest as he notes your expression. sun helps you put your tools away neatly back into the toolbox, even though it really is just a one-man job.

“you tried your best,” sun closes the toolbox with a flourish and a click, “...and for that—!”

with a dramatic flick of his wrist, bells jingling as he does, sun produces a gold star sticker from… somewhere. he holds it up for you to see.

and then gently presses it onto the tip of your nose.

“to my favoritest human employee here! and my bestest of friends!” it’s hard to bite back a smile at those words. even if his little show of empathy and affection is much too theatrical for your current mood.

“whatever.” you shrug a little, unable to stop the corners of your mouth from twitching into a little grin. standing up and grabbing the toolbox, you give him an awkward thumbs up.

“thanks. and uh… sorry. for being mean. i guess.”

sun shakes his head dismissively, bouncy and bright as ever. “oh, don't mention it!”

something about his seeming lack of offense towards your prickliness makes you feel even more guilty. still, he gives you a wave as you head out, “bye-bye”-ing happily as you walk away, sticker stuck to your nose and smile on your face like an idiot.

you decide you’ll find a way to make it up to him later. you figure he deserves that much for putting up with everything.

meanwhile, sun is taking mental notes on more stuff to break of whenever you’ve been away for too long. just in case, of course. maybe you’d have more interesting customer encounters to rant about. and hey, you could use the company, couldn’t you?

— reblogs always appreciated!

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bucketsofmonsters · 1 year

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Vows - Part 2

cw: consentual blood drinking, nightmares, accidental voyeurism, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: ~5k

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You dreamed of vampires. You always did, ever since you were little and your father had told you all about them. About how they drained people, leaving them pale and cold. About how they liked to leave a little life left in their victims, to make them suffer, shivering on the street until all the light faded away.

You were running, breathless, from the killer behind you. Blood ran down his face, a face that kept flashing across your vision as your frantic footsteps echoed in your ears.

The world was shaking. Something was wrong. The pounding of your feet became unsteady as the ground beneath you swayed.

“Wake up, you’re alright.”

The words faded in as you registered someone gently shaking you awake.

Your eyes widened in fear, the terror of the nightmare lingering.

Rook sat beside you, concern written across his face.

“You were screaming,” he said softly, a worried crease forming between his brows.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes. Sorry I woke you up.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Anything you want to talk about?”

Images of vampires and their victims flashed through your mind again and you shook your head.

The man sitting beside you was a far cry from those images. His gentle concern wasn’t helping anything.

“Do you need anything?” he asked and went to rest his hand on your arm in what you knew was meant to be a reassuring gesture.

You pulled away immediately, like his cold touch had burned you. “Not from you,” you snapped.

He drew back, not uttering another word as he exited your room.

You didn’t even have the energy to worry if you’d angered him.

More surprising than anything to you was the vampire you’d dreamed of. You’d been convinced Rook would fill that spot in your nightmares after you got here but he hadn’t.

You had mostly steadied your breathing by the time you heard a knock on your bedroom door.

“Yeah?” you asked, your training kicking in, the way your parents had drilled it into your brain to never say ‘come in’ without knowing who, or what, was on the other side of the door. Even in here, where it no longer mattered, you couldn’t shake the habit

Oliver peeked his head in, looking like he’d just been woken up, eyes still puffy from sleep.

“You okay? Can I come in?”

You nodded at him and he came in with a mug in either hand.

“Rook made them for you and sent me up. Seemed to think I would be more welcome as a delivery boy.”

“Did he.”

He nodded as he handed you a mug. “He’s worried that he frightens you.”

“He does frighten me. Is he kicking me out?”

“No! What? No one’s kicking you out. He’s just worried. We all are, to be honest.”

“Worried about me? I’m the only one having a sane reaction to all of this. You’re telling me that you came here, to this massive prison controlled by a monster, and you weren’t a little scared? Not of this place or of him or of anything?”

“This isn’t a prison.”

“Isn’t it? You don’t feel trapped here?”

“I feel safe here.

“You don’t ever want to leave?”

He shrugged. “Not right now. Someday I probably will, for a while. But I’ll always come back.”

“He’d let you do that? Just leave whenever you want to?”

“Of course, he does it all the time. We’re not the only ones who call this place home, you know. Petyr’s out traveling, he’s been having issues walking as he got older so Rook wanted to make sure he got the chance now and then stay here and adjust when it gets really bad. Beatris has been gone for a bit, her dad got sick and she left to take care of him. She still sends letters back all the time though. There’ve been more but… well, Rook’s lived a long time. I think that’s why you’re here. He doesn’t like this place being so empty. That’s why he let someone so… skittish stay.”

“So I’m not his type. Not bending to his will fast enough?”

Oliver lets out a good hearty laugh. “God no, I think he likes that part more than he probably should. You just seem scared of him. That’s the last thing he wants. I think it’s getting to him more than he wants to admit. That’s his own biggest fear, I think. Scaring people. He’d be so angry if he knew I told you that but I thought it might help destroy the image of the big scary vampire you’ve got in your head.”

“Well, then we both make each other scared. Fair’s fair.”

Oliver chucked. “Whatever you say. Well, I’ve done my duty, your hot chocolate has been delivered. You can do whatever you want but I’m going back to sleep.”

“Goodnight,” you called after him as he dashed out of the room back to his warm blankets.

You were less eager to fall asleep. You gave it a half-hearted try but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead opting to just stare at the wall for a few hours until the sun shone through the windows and lit up the room.

As you finally left your room, deeming it a more acceptable time to be awake, you almost tripped on a box sitting right outside your door. A ribbon was wrapped around it, tied into a perfect little bow.

You took it back inside, undoing the ribbon and tentatively opening the box.

You weren’t sure what you expected but it certainly wasn’t this. A pale blue dress was folded up inside. As you pulled it out of the box you noted it was a little shorter than what you were used to, barely going past your knees, but it was beautiful.

And you most certainly preferred it to the endless black and white of this place. You swapped your old black dress for your new blue one, feeling a little more at home in it.

It shouldn’t feel like you’d won a battle but somehow it did. You knew he didn’t like it, that anything that clashed with the perfect black and white of this place would irk him, and yet here you stood, in clothing that felt like yours.

You set out once again, this time with a mission.

You were set on thanking Rook, to rid yourself of the guilt that had started building up inside of you ever since this morning, ever since he started being so nice.

You wandered in and out of endless rooms trying to find him. Most of them were dusty and clearly haven’t been opened in years. You quickly started eliminating doors based on which had a thin layer of dust on the handle.

It still left you with altogether too many.

There was a room with a beautiful piano that you couldn’t help but press a few keys on. It was a little out of tune but still made lovely noises. It echoed perfectly through the room, like it was built to carry sound.

Another room has stacks and stacks of books. It wasn’t quite a library, although you were sure there was a library somewhere in this sprawling place. Instead, it just had stacks of books littered about the room. Other than that it was furnished with a fireplace, a few chairs, and dozens of blankets.

Eventually, you entered your final dustless room, coming face to face with the back of a familiar figure.

He was looking through his closet, positioned so he couldn’t see your form behind him, busy looking through the endless monochrome clothing.

“Good morning,” you said and he practically jumped out of his skin.

“Christ!” he exclaimed. “Do you ever knock?”

“There’s too many rooms in this place, if I knocked on every door I’d be a pile of bones before I ever found you.”

He laughed. “Was my tour not satisfactory?”

“Your tour where you refused to speak to me? Or was there another tour that you didn’t even bother inviting me to?”

He almost seemed like he winced before his face fell back to the familiar cold face you were becoming accustomed to, the one that it seemed Vivian and Oliver weren’t so familiar with.

“Perhaps that was a bit rude. You look nice, by the way.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Do you really believe that? Aren’t I horribly off theme?”

He shrugged. “You look more comfortable and that’s what matters. And it’s alright? It’s to your standards?”

You nodded. “Thank you. For this and for the hot cocoa.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just seemed like you might need it.”

“I think I did.”

“Anything else you need?”

You wished there was, some excuse so it wasn't so clear you'd just come in here to express your gratitude. You knew the whole house was his but this felt more like enemy territory than anywhere else you’d been.

You shook your head, refusing to meet his eye. “No, that’s all. I think I should go, let you get ready in peace.”

He watched you leave, some unplaceable emotion flashing across his face. You weren’t going to stick around long enough to figure out what it was.

As you descended the staircase you smelled something delicious, following the chocolate scent lingering in the air. You had nowhere else to be and some chocolate sounded great right about now.

You found the source of the scent in the kitchen. Vivian was hard at work, her hair tied back as she mixed what looked like another batch of brownies, a tray of them already sitting on the table.

“Good morning Vivian,” you said. You grabbed a brownie off of the plate and took a bite as you walked in. They were still warm and you turned to give her a compliment on her cooking.

Before you got the chance she snatched the brownie out of your hand. “Those are for Rook.”

You held up your hands in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Didn’t realize he couldn’t share.”

She just stared at you for a moment, wincing a little and your face paled. “Wait, he can’t eat food.”

She shrugged. “He can with some modifications.”

You shuddered, the urge to go throw up the bite you’d taken overwhelming. It was a miracle you were able to resist it but the food still sat heavy in your stomach.

“Right. Don’t eat food without asking. Got it.”

“I’m so sorry, I should have warned you faster.”

You brushed her off. “No really, I’m fine, it’s not your fault. A little blood won’t kill me.”

You weren’t fine but there was no use telling her that and making her feel worse than she clearly already did.

Your hands were shoved nervously in your pockets, fingers wrapped around the hilt of your knife. Not that you thought you might have to use it but it was becoming somewhat of a nervous habit.

Her face lit up as she noticed what you were doing. “Rook gave them to you too! I was the one who asked for pockets, I’m glad he’s putting them in all the dresses now.”

“Did you? I used to sew them into my skirts myself.”

“I wish I could’ve done that, I’m awful at sewing. This way I can pick up anything cool I find, it’s great.”

She reached inside her pocket and pulled out a handful of trinkets. Her hand opened to reveal a couple of buttons, a coin that you’d never seen used before, a rock with a pinkish hue, and a dead iridescent beetle.

She looked incredibly proud of her little hoard, holding it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.

As sweet as she was, you needed some air, needed to be away from what you now knew were blood brownies.

“I’m gonna go for a walk, I hope Rook likes the brownies. All things considered, they were actually pretty good.”

“Thank you!” she said, beaming at you as you made your escape.

You wandered outside, circling the hedge maze but never setting foot inside. It still felt like a trap more than anything.

You managed to find a climbable tree and did your best to scale it, the shorter dress giving you far better mobility than what you were used to.

As you finally managed to sit securely on one of the branches and get a look at some of the winding paths of the maze, you didn’t find anything suspicious.

As much as you wanted to find something, it really did feel like Rook just wanted a hedge maze.

It would be nice if you could find something suspicious out here, in the sunshine where he couldn’t go. Instead, you headed back in, set on interrogating Rook some more.

The only problem was that you had to find him first.

He didn’t really need a maze, not with a house like this. You’d already tried and failed three times to find his room. Each time you opened the door with confidence and each time you were decidedly wrong.

When you finally did find his room you didn’t have time to celibrate.

Behind the freshly opened door was Rook sitting on the bed. But he wasn’t alone.

Leaning into him, covered in a blanket and not much else, was Vivian. His hand was tangled in her hair, slowly running his fingers through it before his head jerked up at your sudden intrusion.

You immediately slammed the door. No anger reared its head this time, cutting straight to the embarrassment and feelings of regret.

You weren’t exactly finding the intel that you’d been hoping for in your time here. There was functionally nothing for you to report back, unless they’d very suddenly become interested in Rook’s sex life.

You settled into a nearby couch, waiting patiently for the consequences of your second unexpected appearance to arrive.

About half an hour later you heard a door slam and prepared for the worst. Rook came storming at you and you waited to get yelled at. Honestly, you deserved it. Viv would be more than in her rights to tear you apart but you knew she wouldn’t do that so Rook would have to do.

“You,” he said, pointing an accusational finger in your face, “Will start knocking or I swear to god, I’ll put a bell on you.”

You did your best to repress a smile at that. “What, like a misbehaving cat who brought one too many dead birds inside?”

His stern demeanor didn’t last for long, chuckling at the comparison. “I will get you to stop hunting the birds one way or another.”

You smiled. “I would never hunt birds, for the record.”

“No, of course not. You act more like you’re hunting me and Viv.”

The joke was far closer to the truth than you were comfortable with.

He collapsed next to you on the couch at looked over at you. “What am I going to do with you?”

You shrugged. “I swear I’m never entering a room without knocking again, if that helps.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said with a smile and you were glad he wasn’t upset. You much preferred it this way.

“What were you doing with her,” you asked, thinking back to the scene you’d walked in on.

“Today or yesterday?”

“Today. I know what you were doing yesterday, pervert.”

He gasped in faux offense. “I am not a pervert. She was just keeping me warm.”

You buried your face in your hands, refusing to look at him or that smug look on his face.

Your hiding didn’t seem to deter him. “And today I was just doing aftercare. It’s important, you should never go without it in my humble opinion. Especially with all that they give me.”

“They? Not you?” you asked, still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to grow tired of your apprehension and demand you give him what he was owed.

“You’ve hardly given me a smile, I think it’s a little early to be talking about aftercare and blood drinking, don’t you? Unless you’ve suddenly gotten very eager in which case…”

“No," you quickly responded. “I just thought, I don't know, that it would be expected of me.”

“We’re not expecting anything of you. Oliver told me what you asked. About me kicking you out and you feeling trapped here.”

“I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” you quickly said, doing damage control as best you could. “I was tired and frightened, that’s all.”

“You don’t need to justify yourself to me. I just wanted you to know you don’t need to stay if you don't want to.”

“I told you, I have nowhere else to go,” you said, remembering your story and wondering if he might be trying to catch you in a lie. At least that was more comfortable to believe than the alternative.

“There’s an old gardener's cabin out behind the maze, you could always stay there. It’s much less comfortable but it’s an option if you’d rather not be here.”

You needed to stay here to gather intel. At least, that was what you kept telling yourself, doing your best to ignore the second reason. To ignore that little voice that had started piping up in the back of your head, one that was starting to like it here and that was fighting with the fear that lived inside of you.

“No. I’ll stay.”

“Alright. Well, the offer stands. If you ever need somewhere to escape to, it’s always there.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” It was a stupid question to ask but you had to ask it, there was no other option.

“You can think of me as a villain as much as you’d like, my dear, but I won’t play that part. I care for everyone here, even the ones who are scared of vampires."

“So that’s it, we’re your pets?”

He rested his hand on your arm and your breath caught in your chest. So little contact and yet you welcomed it, it felt reassuring in a way that you were absolutely certain it should not. “You’re so set on thinking the worst of me. You're my companions. This place is yours now just as much as it is mine. For better or for worse.”

“For better, I hope.”

You didn’t miss the long look he gave you, looking you up and down. You kept catching him doing that, inspecting you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

“So do I,” he muttered, and it was unclear if he was talking to you or himself.

As the day passed you began to understand why Rook so desperately wanted to fill this place with people.

Vampire hunting wasn’t nearly as thrilling as you’d imagined as a child. You’d spent the last few hours after your conversation milling about from room to room, migrating from couch to couch, muttering to yourself as you went.

You imagined what this place could be. It felt like thousands of people could live in this place easily, a whole village housed under a single roof. Honestly, you imagined Rook would like it that way, if only a village would agree to it.

The suffocating silence of the latest room you’d been just sitting around in, daydreaming, was broken by the door slamming open and Rook coming bounding inside. You fought back a smile at the sight of him and regretted to note that you’d begun to welcome his presence. You told yourself it was just the empty rooms getting to you.

The alternative wasn’t an option. You refused to even consider it.

He had a grin plastered across his face as he jogged up to you, too eager to do his usual dramatic walk with his tailcoat flapping dramatically behind him.

“I had an idea. We should have a safeword,” he practically shouted, despite the fact that he’d just plopped down next to you on the couch you’d been sitting on, passing the time. "Not in like, a sexual way, just to make you more comfortable."

You looked up at him, baffled, and leaned back, eyeing him suspiciously. “Why would I think it was in a sexual way.”

“They’re just usually… nevermind, don't worry about that. I just thought that whenever you’re feeling frightened or overwhelmed you could say red and I’ll leave you to calm down. No questions asked, I’ll never be offended by it. I just thought it might give you a better sense of control, calm some of your nerves.”

He was so excited, entirely unable to suppress his joy as he proposed this idea to you, this desperate ploy to help you feel secure.

The revelation hit you like a gut punch. “You genuinely want me to feel safe, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” And for the first time since you got here, you believed it.

“Okay then, I just say red and we’re done?”

“Exactly. You’re a quick learner.”

He was visibly pleased with himself and for once, the smugness wasn’t even a little bit grating. He’d earned it, just this once.

With a newfound boldness that was surfacing with your growing comfort around him, you chimed in once more. “Can I ask you something?”

“You don’t need to keep asking permission like that. Let’s just assume you’re always free to ask questions.”

“Can I see your fangs?”

You blurted it out before you had the chance to second guess yourself and this time, it seemed like you made him nervous. The flash of nervousness didn’t last long, although his smugness didn’t quite make a reappearance on his face.

He opened his mouth dutifully, just enough that you could see his sharpened canines.

Your hands drifted up towards his face and you looked at him, silently asking permission.

He gave you a little nod and your palm pressed against his cheek, your thumb brushing over the tip of his fang. You did it lightly, careful not to pierce your skin and draw blood.

He stayed absolutely still, allowing you to explore.

You took the opportunity to study his face too as he sat, pliant in your hands. He gazed back, something looking like confusion on his face. You couldn’t understand why it was there, why he couldn’t understand you wanting to learn more about him.

The confusion transformed as he noted you studying the rest of his face, not just his fangs, softening as your thumb moved to brush over his cheek.

“You’re not as cold as I thought you’d be,” you told him. Your voice was low, not having to be loud to reach him considering how close you’d gotten.

“I could say the same about you.”

Now it was your turn to look confused, cocking your head to the side as you stared at him.

“Must you speak in riddles?” you asked. You knew you should pull away, that your exploration was over but you couldn't find it in yourself to draw your hand back.

He smiled at you and you felt his cheeks raise as he did. “I think it’s part of my charm.”

“You’re impossible,” you huffed out.

You were too close. The air from your words had surely brushed his face, you could tell that it did by the way his eyes darted down to your lips.

You just kept drawing closer. It was like you’d gotten caught in his gravitational field, he kept pulling you closer and closer all without ever touching you.

You refused to be drawn in on his terms like this so instead, you took the initiative and made your own move towards him.

It took barely a moment to close the gap between you two but by the time your lips touched, his arm wrapped around your waist, like he’d been waiting for this and you’d fallen into his trap once more.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You let yourself be engulfed by him, being pushed back into the couch, the sides of his coat falling to either side of you as he deepened the kiss.

You could feel his fangs as he nipped at your lower lip, not hard enough to pierce the skin, just enough to feel them. It seemed almost as if he was testing the waters.

It didn't even occur to you to be scared.

His knee shifted in between your legs and you blessed the shortness of the dress he’d given you in that it was able to fit there.

A content little noise escaped his mouth, being smothered by your lips, as you ground up onto it shamelessly, chasing any sensation you could get.

Sure this wasn’t the first time you’d kissed someone, nor the first time you’d gone further, but it was the first time that no shame or nerves overtook you.

He’d said he wanted you to not be afraid of him, to trust him, to feel safe within these walls and you hated how well it was working. Well, you would’ve hated it if you could manage to string together a coherent thought.

Right now you just wanted more.

Rook did not seem to be on the same page.

He pulled away entirely, ignoring your attempt to pull him back.

“This is too fast,” he insisted. “You should go get some sleep. We both should.”

Your face fell as he moved away from you, back down onto the plush seats of the couch.

You wanted to ask for more, for him to touch you again, to take away all your worry once more.

But you didn’t. Not because you were thinking straight once more but because you knew he wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t push past where he thought you would feel safe, wouldn’t be swayed on matters of your comfort.

For now, all that anger had faded and all you could do was sit back and admire how cared for you felt as he offered you his hand and told you he’d walk you to your room.

#terato #teratophillia #vampire x vampire hunter #vampire x reader #vampire x human #monster bf #monster boyfriend #monster x human #monster x reader #halfway done #I love posting new chapters Saturdays can't come fast enough

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purfectstormzz · 9 months

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Begin again | Carlos Sainz Jr x reader

Summary: in which y/n and Carlos want each other back

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!Leclerc!reader

Warnings: swear words. Angry Charles

This one is extremely badly written I’m sorry. Lots of spelling mistakes but English isn’t my first language so ignore that…

A/n: I absolutely love writing this series. Thank you all for the support on the previous parts :)

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part5 (this fic)

Y/n woke up the morning after the fight in a cold and lonely bed. She turned herself around resting her head on the side where Carlos was supposed to be.

She got herself out of bed and into the shower before putting on fresh clothes and heading to the paddock.

Y/n arrived making her way to the Mercedes garage trying to avoid the Ferrari garage.

The strategists went over the strategies for todays race but y/n wasn’t listening she could only think about Carlos.

Y/n sat in her drivers room preparing herself for the race. A knock was heard on her door before the door opened revealing Lando. “Hi.” The Brit said. “Hi Lando.” Y/n answered giving the man a smile. “I need to talk you about something.” Lando began. “Carlos came to my house after the fight you guys had.” He told the girl. Y/n looked up at Lando. “What did he tell you?” Y/n asked her friend. “Just that he screwed up and that he lost you.” The Brit told her. “Look I don’t know what happened between you two I just know that you two need to fix this before it’s too late.” He said. Before y/n could answer something Lando started to talk again. “You two are made for each other. Please don’t throw that away because of Charles.” Lando told her. “I actually want to tell Charles.” Y/n confessed. “But I just don’t want their friendship to go away because of me.” She said tears forming in her eyes. “Why do you think their friendship is going to go away?” Lando asked before walking over to y/n kneeling down in front of her taking her hands into his own to comfort her. “Charles wants to see you happy and Carlos makes you happy.” Y/n looked down at Lando who was still kneeling in front of her. “Thank you Lan.” Y/n smiled. “I’ll go talk to him.” Y/n said standing up from her seat walking out of the garage with Lando following behind her.

Y/n made her way to the Ferrari garage getting greeted by her brother. “Hello petite soeur.” Charles said. “Hi.” Y/n answered. “What are you doing here? Stealing our strategies?” Charles joked. “It’s not like they’re going to be good.” Y/n joked back. “I’m actually here to see Carlos.” Y/n confessed ignoring the glance Charles gave her. “Carlos hasn’t arrived yet.” Charles answered. “Why do you even need to see him?” Charles asked curiously. “I just need to talk to him about something. Nothing important.” Y/n lied. Charles looked at his sister a weird frown plastered on his face. The pair looked at each other before they were interrupted by the garage door opening. Carlos walked in looking up at the Leclerc siblings his eyes meeting y/n’s. “Well he’s here now.” Charles muttered. Carlos walked away to his driver room. “Carlos wait.” Y/n said. The Spaniard turned around looking at the younger Leclerc standing in front of him. Charles still standing behind them. “I want them to know.” Y/n began. “I don’t care about his opinion.” Y/n said pointing at her brother. “ I just want to be with you.” She confessed looking into the Spaniard’s beautiful eyes. “Why couldn’t you have said that yesterday y/n?” Carlos asked her. Y/n walked closer to him. “I don’t know. But what I do know is that I want you and just you.” Y/n confessed forgetting that her brother was still standing behind them. Carlos smiled at her walking closer to her before giving her a kiss on her lips.

“Can anyone please tell me what the fuck is going!” Charles snapped anger laced in his voice. “YOU’RE FUCKING MY SISTER.” Charles screamed walking closer to Carlos. Carlos and y/n shared a look before Carlos spoke “Mate we were going to tell you.” “I don’t care that you were going to tell me! Carlos stay the fuck away from my sister!” Charles snapped at his teammate. “Charles please.” Y/n begged seeing her brother walk over to her boyfriend fists clenched. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN SNEAKING AROUND?” Charles yelled at his sister. “A year.” Y/n confessed looking at the floor. “a year?” Charles asked in disbelief. “A FUCKING YEAR.” He screamed before raising his fist.

It all happened so fast. Charles’s fist colliding with Carlos’s jaw. Carlos holding onto his jaw trying to keep himself steady. Y/n walked over to them pushing her brother away from her boyfriend. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU CHARLES!” Y/n yelled at her brother. “THIS RELATIONSHIP HAS TO END DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” Charles yelled back at his twin sister. “Charles I’m old enough too choose who I date!” Y/n snapped. “You know what? Screw the both of you!” Charles snapped back before walking out of the garage.

Y/n walked over to her boyfriend holding his head in her hands. “Now I get why you didn’t want to tell him.” Carlos joked giving y/n a cheeky smile. “I’m so sorry Carlos.” Y/n said. “You have nothing to be sorry for hermosa. I should be the one to say sorry I was a complete asshole.” Carlos answered. Y/n pulled him close giving him a soft kiss on his lips. Carlos deepened the kiss by pulling her closer to him. When they both pulled away y/n asked him. “What are we going to do now?” “We will talk to him after the race.” Carlos answered.

The race went great. At least for y/n. Max ended up first. Y/n finished second and Charles and Carlos fought for third place until they crashed against each other which led to Lando taking the third place.

Y/n ran to the Ferrari garage after going on the podium. When she walked in she saw the two Ferrari boys in yet another fight. Luckily it wasn’t a fist fight this time. The pair were yelling at each other, Charles blamed Carlos while Carlos blamed Charles. The both of them hadn’t even noticed that y/n had walked in.

“Charles. Carlos.” Y/n said. The Ferrari drivers turned their heads towards the younger Leclerc. “What are you doing here?” Charles asked looking at his sister with an annoyed look on his face. “We need to discuss this Charles.” Y/n answered giving him a glare. “There is nothing to discuss. You two need to end this relationship.” Charles stated pointing at the Spaniard and his sister. “Charles please. I know that you hate me for this but please I promise you I won’t hurt her.” Carlos begged his younger teammate. “I love her Charles. I’ve never felt this way for anyone else.” He said looking at the girl that was standing next to him. “Carlos I don’t give a shit about the fact that you love her! How would you feel if I fucked your sister?” Charles snapped at his teammate. Carlos looked at Charles before answering. “I would be mad at first. But I would also be happy for you.” “Charles I love your sister. I’ve never felt this way for anyone and I promise you that I won’t hurt her.” The Spaniard said. “I swear to god Carlos if you dare to break her heart I will break every bone in your body and I will make sure that you will never be able to drive a car again! Understood?” Charles spoke still angry about the whole situation. “I understand Charles. Thank you mate.” Y/n turned to look at her brother before walking over to him and giving him a hug. “Thank you Charles.” The girl said to her brother. “Promise me one thing. Promise me that I’m never going to catch you two making out or doing something more here in the garage.” Charles said pointing between the couple that was standing in front of him. “We promise Charles.” Carlos answered smiling at his teammate.

Y/n and Carlos made their way to their shared apartment walking hand in hand. “Y/n?” Carlos asked. “Yes baby.” The girl answered. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was a total dickhead.” The Spaniard said rubbing his thumb over her hand. “Carlos you weren’t a dickhead. And I should say sorry too.” Y/n told her boyfriend. “I love you y/n Leclerc.” Carlos said to the girl. “I love you too Carlos Sainz.” Y/n answered smiling at the Spaniard.

The pair walked to their apartment talking about today’s race. They were more than happy..

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc #lando norris #carlos sainz x leclerc!reader #lewis hamilton #mercedes #ferrari #george russell #formule 1

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What Was Missing Review

Finn is revealed to regularly have alone time with the wad of Princess Bubblegum’s hair she gave him in “To Cut a Woman’s Hair”. It’s essentially a PG version of a guy still holding on to their ex’s underwear for personal use. The allegory is pushed forward with Finn checking to make sure he is alone. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t exactly shocking behavior for a thirteen year old boy, but it’s the first big sign that Finn’s crush is getting unhealthy after “Too Young”. It’s time to move on! Unlike “Wizard Battle”, I like the incorporation of Finn’s feelings, despite the arc feeling like there’s nowhere to go after “Too Young”. It’s not the main conflict in the episode, and serves to build to a climax in the season finale.

The Door Lord steals Finn’s gum, Jake’s blanket, and BMO’s controller. It’s hilarious that he only speaks in loud mumbles. He’s supposed to be related to Key-per from “The Enchiridion!”. The Door Lord steals a toy from a candy person and Finn reassures him “I’ll get your kid back, toy!”. The episode wasn’t originally written this way. Adam Muto misspoke when he was pitching the episode and they thought it was funny to keep it like that. Door Lord steals something from Bubblegum and attempts to steal Marceline’s bass axe. With Maja being in possession of Hambo, it makes sense for her bass axe to be her most important item. Finn, Jake, Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, and BMO have to team up to solve the riddle of the door. It’s great getting to see this group of characters together for the first time. It’s the entire main cast minus Ice King, and they get so few opportunities to all be together before Stakes. Their group dynamic is so fun too. The episode is set in Red Rock Pass, which is a really pretty setting to choose for a (mostly) bottle episode.

Marceline chastises Bubblegum for not executing the door lords, as they kept breaking out of jail. I’m not sure if PB is really above just killing them, considering all the fucked up stuff she’s done in the past. But, killing might be a bridge too far for her. I know she committed robot genocide, but I argue she didn’t see them as sentient beings. Jake decides to pretend to be the jerk in the band. Since Jake doesn’t have a grand emotional arc, this is a funny role to put him in. Marceline starts singing “Just Your Problem”:

-“I’m gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face”. This pretty much gives the game away about PB and Marcy not being platonic. She’s singing about kissing and biting PB.

-PB calls it “distasteful”, causing Marceline to accuse her of just not liking her. This ties into PB not liking Marceline’s behavior when she got more and more consumed with her princess duties. Marceline became well aware of this by their first mission to the Glass Kingdom (“Oh c’mon, you love it.”).

-“Sorry I don’t treat you like a goddess. Is that what you want me to do?” She’s calling out PB’s god complex. Marceline assumes Bonnie thinks she’s better than her, like how she sings “you’re self-obsessed and all the rest” in Distant Lands.

-“Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect, like all your little loyal subjects do. Sorry I’m not made of sugar. Am I not sweet enough for you?”. Marceline thinks Bubblegum demands absolute loyalty from everyone as she does with her citizens. She thinks PB would prefer Marceline to be a dum dum juiced moron that never questions her. We don’t know if Marceline is aware of the dum dum juice, but I like to think that she’s partially referring to that. It also relates to Marcy viewing PB as a dictator as she sings in “Woke Up”. She thinks PB wants her to turn down her edginess and be sweeter, like when she wasn’t taking the situation in the Glass Kingdom seriously, something I’m sure wasn’t an isolated incident.

-I’ll lump together “Is that why you always avoid me?” with the later line “I forgot what landed me on your blacklist.” Some people question why Marceline wonders this considering her singing “Woke Up” is the obvious answer. I think she’s partially referring to PB’s actions before their breakup. Bubblegum grew more distant as her responsibilities grew, something that confused and hurt Marceline. PB talks about this in “Varmints”. She’s also referring to PB being cold to Marceline for centuries after their breakup. Even when they were around each other in “Power Animal” and “Video Makers”, we don’t see them talking. Bubblegum was very dismissive of Marcy in “Go With Me”. This is partially Marceline’s fault, as she can be really rude and mean to Bonnie, as seen in this episode.

-“I shouldn’t have to justify what I do.” Marceline doubles down on acting the way she thinks people perceive her. If people think she’s a monster, it's less painful for her to embrace it. This is something she picked up on from thinking she scared her mother away.

-“I shouldn’t have to be the one who makes up with you so why do I want to…” Marceline thinks that since PB is the one who pushed her away, PB is the one who should take the initiative of making things right. There is some truth to this, but as we see in “Obsidian”, they are both more at fault than Marcy is willing to admit. The faces on the door glow brighter and Marceline gets closer to the truth. The truth is she wants to at least be friends with Princess Bubblegum again. That’s the real reason she joined the group here. Reconnecting to PB is something we’ll see her try to do in episodes like “Sky Witch”, “Princess Day”, and “Varmints”.

The song itself slaps. “Just Your Problem” is super popular, so much so that tons of non-fans know the song. A big reason being that it’s probably the most relatable Adventure Time song ever. A lot of people have friends and lovers that drifted away from them or became downright cold to them due to their differences. Rebecca Sugar even based the song off of her experience with a roommate. Princess Bubblegum’s face during this is also pretty telling. She was definitely having flashbacks to the last time Marceline humiliated her with a song. PB’s face turns to shock when Marceline is on the verge of revealing she wants to make up with her. I don’t blame Bonnie for not realizing this. Marceline’s general nastiness towards her, and of course what she said about her while singing “Woke Up”, would give PB the opposite impression.

Finn doesn’t fully grasp the tension between PB and Marcy, but is able to diffuse the awkwardness and get everyone (besides Jake) to have fun together. I also like how sweet Marceline is to BMO, gently calling him “baby”. I like PB’s quirky attempt at a science based song, which is more fitting for her than singing her heart out like Marceline and Finn. Her song fails and Marceline uses it to antagonize PB. She fixates on Bonnie’s failures as she feels insecure in her presence. The words “monster trash” are definitely echoing in her mind here. Marceline is still really nasty to PB. A lot of it feels like unwarranted bullying without the context of future episodes, but even with the context, it still feels that way to an extent. Spitting on PB is pretty inexcusable and Bubblegum is totally right to walk away after it. Their conflict boils down to Princess Bubblegum’s ego and Marceline’s insecurity clashing. I also like the detail of Shelby slithering back into Jake’s smashed viola.

As a final effort, Finn sings “My Best Friends in the World” after realizing the key to the door is the truth:

-“Am I a joke…?” Finn worries that Marceline doesn’t respect Finn, and perhaps only hangs around him because she enjoys messing with him. This is an understandable fear with episodes like “Henchman”. It’s still fundamentally untrue, squashed by the end of “Henchman” and in “Heat Signature”. There is no denying, however, that she loves trolling Finn. She likes messing with everyone, Finn’s young mind just makes him an easier target.

-“...your knight…?” This could be taken to mean Finn wonders if PB only keeps him around, and entertains his advancements, just to use his service to the kingdom. It’s true that Bubblegum employs Finn a lot, and isn’t above manipulating him for her benefit (“The Other Tarts”, “Too Old”, “James”), but she still genuinely enjoys his company whether they are working or just hanging out. He might also just be referring to this positively, as her knight in shining armor.

-“Do you look down on me because I’m younger?” All of Finn’s closest companions are older than him, and it makes sense that this weighs on him. Even Jake, who is often close to Finn’s level and acts as a best friend, also often acts as his parental guardian. This line applies most of all to Bubblegum, given how recent “Too Young” is. The events of that episode are still raw for Finn, and PB’s behavior to him after her age was restored came across as condescending and dismissive.

-“I just wanted us together and to play as a band. Last night was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Finn loves getting to finally hang out with everyone he loves together and feeling like part of a family.

-“Even liked it when the two of you would get mad at each other.” Finn prefers honesty between friends, and appreciates seeing their more vulnerable side as they are usually more closed off from their true emotions in front of him.

-“You are my best friends in the world. And that’s right, I’m talking about the two of you girls. And you Jake.” With his parents dead, the three of them are by far his closest companions. He’s even grown very close to Marceline in recent times. It’s kinda mean to exclude BMO, who’s right there, but BMO becomes more of a part of Finn’s family over time than he is here.

-“I’ll forget that I lost a piece of your hair. I’ll remember the pasta that we shared over there”. Very sweet line about how the wad of hair doesn’t really matter, the time he spends with PB and getting to be her friend is what’s meaningful to him. I like how the pasta has a double meaning. He obviously just shared pasta with her, but he also had a pasta dinner with Bubblegum when she gave him the hair.

Finn’s song is my favorite moment of the series so far, and one of the best scenes ever in the series. I thought “Just Your Problem” was Adventure Time’s best song up to now but it’s then immediately topped. I love everyone participating in the song, especially Marceline singing along with Finn for parts of it. Finn’s song causing even PB and Marcy to harmonize together is great symbolism for Finn helping to bring them back together. Even Jake finally breaks character, he’s too caught up in the moment! Rebecca Sugar drew on her feelings of being a young newcomer when she joined the Adventure Time staff to write this song. Worrying about how your friends see you and if they respect you is another very ubiquitous concern.

The group realizes that the Door Lord showed them that the real treasure is friendship. It’s very cheesy but the contents of the episode does enough to justify it. It’s cool how well the episode ties two themes into this episode: friendship and honesty. The quick cut from the Door Lord happily seeing they got the message to him being bruised and tied up is hilarious. They get their items back, including the famous rock shirt. It’s not at all PB’s style, going to show how much its pure sentimentality means to Bubblegum. The reveal that PB kept the shirt comes as a shock to Marceline. She realizes that Bonnie doesn’t see her as just her problem. Marceline blushing and PB revealing she wears the shirt all the time as pajamas are heavy hints to their romantic pairing. Their interactions in this episode are very queer-coded, even though they aren’t hitting us over the head with it like they do in season 7 onwards. The episode itself gives enough to figure out the broad strokes of Marceline and Bubblegum having a past and a falling out without giving the details, and it’ll be a long time until they are willing to explore it more at all. It’s revealed that Marceline only joined to hang out with them. Beyond reinforcing the theme of friendship, Marceline and PB now know that the other is interested in reforming a connection again, even if Marceline will have to be the one that ends up instigating it.

“What Was Missing” is a fan favorite for good reason. The two musical numbers are the biggest draw and they are incredible. Rebecca Sugar using her own personal experiences to write them makes them feel so raw and personal. It’s some of the most direct the series ever is about Marceline and especially Finn’s thoughts and feelings, with them explicitly singing them. It’s refreshing to get some clear cut insight as the show is usually much more guarded. I wouldn’t want the series to always be this direct, but it's nice to have moments like these every once in a while to help provide insight into their other appearances. The episode is essentially a precursor for Steven Universe. You could slot in Steven for Finn, Pearl for Bubblegum, and Amethyst for Marceline quite easily. I also really like PB in this one! Despite “What Was Missing” having not one, but two characters that are in love with Princess Bubblegum, she gets to shine. It’s definitely more Marceline-heavy, but I like PB standing up for herself, getting to see her side of the conflict, and the return of her quirks with her scientific song. PB and Marceline also have pretty great outfits here, and it’s definitely their most iconic looks besides their default outfits.

Rebecca Sugar has since stated that she wrote PB and Marcy as exes in this episode. She felt their interaction in “Go With Me” read that way. The episode does a great job extrapolating from that brief interaction. According to Rebecca Sugar, she pitched this idea to Adam Muto, who she boarded the episode with, and he approved. They ran this by Pen who also liked it. Cartoon Network forbade the crew from being explicit with it. They still did a good job making it as clear as they could with the restrictions and the fandom picked up on it. Rebecca Sugar wanted to include LGBTQ representation and felt that exploring it through the lens of two exes with a past was the best path to getting it in. Despite it only being subtextual, it was a big deal for 2011.

This episode stirred up quite the firestorm. It’s possibly not a coincidence that it would take almost two years for PB and Marcy to interact again. The Fredator associated Youtube channel Mathematical! posted recaps after the airing of Adventure Time episodes. After the airing of “What Was Missing”, their recap speculated on the possible romantic pairing between Princess Bubblegum and Marceline, interlaced with overtly romantic drawings of Marceline and Bubblegum from character designer and storyboard revisionist Natasha Allegri. As a result, Fredator fired Mathematical! producer Dan Rickmers, deleted the video, and cancelled the Youtube series. Times were different then, but that’s no excuse for such an overreaction. Fred Seibert offered the following explanation:

“Well, I completely screwed up. There’s been chatter on the internet recently about our latest Adventure Time “Mathematical!” video recap that we created, posted, and removed here at Federator. I figure it’s time to clear up the matter. In trying to get the show’s audience involved we got wrapped up by both fan conjecture and spicy fanart and went a little too far. Neither Cartoon Network nor the Adventure Time crew had anything to do with putting up or taking down our latest re-cap. The episode ”What was Missing” remains a terrific short and will be shown again and again just like any other Adventure Time episode. I let us goof in a staggering way and I’m deeply sorry it’s become such a distraction for so many people.” It’s a really weak reasoning as Mathematical! had always been a fan oriented show and that’s what the entire fandom was talking about. Still, I’d expect this from an executive. What was unexpected were Adam Muto’s comments:

“If it was just a fan video there would be no problem at all. The problem was that it was made by a production company actively involved with the show. The video took something that was a possible subtext and declared it, in effect, text and made it seem like the production was actively seeking out input on plot development. That's all there is to it.” Considering Sugar said that Adam Muto agreed with that interpretation, it would have been for the best if he just stayed out of the situation. That’s what Pen Ward did ("It’s hard to comment on that, because there were so many extreme positions taken on it all over the Internet, and it happened so quickly. I don’t really want to comment on it because of that, because there were so many extreme sides taken. It was a big hullaballoo.")

Now that we know Bubbline was in fact the crew’s intention, and it’s since been explicitly canonized, the situation is just even dumber. Dan Rickmer is definitely owed an apology. But what’s really important is the series no longer having to keep their relationship a big secret.

Grade: A+

#adventuretime #adventure time #what was missing #finn and jake #jake the dog #finn the human #princess bubblegum #marceline #bubbline #rebecca sugar

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thatswhatthepoetssay · 2 years

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Sunshine Boy Chapter 1

Franken Kyle Spencer X Reader

Word count: 806

Summery: A typical story of girl meets boy…and maybe some trouble along the way.

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When we are young we are told stories of magical castles, brave knights, and evil witches.

As I step through the doors of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, I can feel the sweat starting to build on the palms of my hands. After the meeting with the headmistress, I have some time to explore my new home.

The portraits of previous supremes stand out on the snow-colored walls.

They look so poised and solemn, not a single smile in sight, how peculiar.

“Hey, you’re the new girl right?”Asks the brunette-haired girl.

I’m the new girl at a school for witches..right.

“Yeah actually, I just got here a few hours ago” I answer hoping to sound as nice as possible.

“Alright then follow me, you will be bunking with me and Madison.” She says as starts to walk up the curved stairs.

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By sunset, I knew all of the necessary schedules, routines, and even picked up on some gossip.

After asking the girl from earlier, whose name turned out to be Zoe, for directions to the bathroom. I grabbed my things and headed toward what I thought was the correct room.

Upon entering the thought-to-be bathroom I quickly realized that it was a bedroom.

I'm instantly met with a pair of brown eyes that carry a confused expression. To my surprise, they belong to a boy with sun-colored hair.

Isn’t this supposed to be an academy for “exceptional young ladies”?

“I'm sorry I didn’t mean to barge in, I was looking for the bathroom.” I explain while looking at him. Instead of replying he simply gets up and cautiously walks over to where I’m standing.

As he stands in front of me with confusion written all over his face, I see someone walking toward the room.

“Oh hi YN, I thought you were going to the bathroom?” Says Zoe as she walks through the doorway.

“Yeah I was trying to find it, but ended up here.. who’s this by the way” I eye the blonde boy in-font of me.

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After Zoe’s quick explanation, I turn back to who now is known to be Kyle.

“Well Kyle my name is YN, I’m new, sorry again for barg-“ Before I could finish my sentence Kyle raises one of his hands and gently places it on the side of my cheek. Zoe quickly moves his hand away while telling him that he shouldn’t do that.

That was an oddly comforting way to say “hello.”

“Um well I guess I’ll just go now, sorry again” I quickly add as I walk out into the hallway.

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The following morning instead of waking up to see my new roommates, I woke up to see a note placed on my bedside table.

“Cordelia needed us to get some supplies so we are going to be out for a bit. Would you mind bringing some breakfast over to Kyles's room? Sorry for being a bother, Zoe. Ps: There are pancakes on the counter:)”

After reading the note I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to get some food for myself and Kyle.

“Kyle? Its YN. Is it okay if I come in? I brought some food.” I say as I slightly open the door. As soon as I come into the bedroom I immediately spot Kyle sitting on the floor with some sort of cards all around him.

“F..ood?” He questions as I sit down setting the breakfast tray in front of him.

“Yeah food, there are chocolate chip pancakes today!” I reply while taking a pancake from the stack.

His eyes immediately light up as he reaches for the plate. His face scrunches up in concentration as he pours the syrup on his pancake.

Something about his golden locks falling onto his face makes me want to just reach up and brush them away.

“So Kyle.. how long have you been here?” I ask while taking a sip of my coffee.

He looks at me and starts to try to communicate his thoughts. After a few seconds, he lets out an irritated puff and buries his face in his hands.

“Hey it's okay-“ I try to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder “- take your time.”

At that, he raises his head and lets out a small whine. He looks so exhausted, his eyes have a tear-like sheen and his lips are formed into a frown.

“St..uu..upid” He mumbles as he points his pointer finger at his chest.

“I know you’re not Kyle. You’re not stupid, okay?” I say while giving him a small smile.

Immediately I am engulfed in a tight hug. His arms wrap around me and his head goes to rest on my shoulder. After a few seconds, my hands start to stroke his hair in a soothing matter.

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PS Whenever I post Chapter 2 It will be A-LOT longer. In the meantime I will be posting different Ahs stories, one-shots, and requests. Im currently working on a Tate Langdon one that will be posted in a few days! Lmk if you guys have any requests for future stories :)

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN DREAM'S HAIR USED TO BE WHITE!! oh my god. i just saw your post about killala and i have now perished. thanks for breaking my heart.

but also hi!! i'm relatively new to the fandom and it's a great place to be. i haven't finished reading all the comics yet but i'm curious to know:

what do you think are the main differences between TV!Dream and Comics!Dream? i've heard so many people claiming that he is incapable of changing, for instance, and though the show does convey his overall rigidity pretty well, i'm not getting the vibe that he's immutable.

also!! it's clear that he feels a lot. which is always funny to me when the corinthian is like yo, try this and maybe you'll feel something for a change but like. he does!!! or i get the impression that he does. he probably feels too much if anything?? all of it simmering just beneath the surface, barely contained. how would you personally analyze his relationship with his own emotions?

i hope all of this is coherent enough for you to answer lmao, i saw your post about enjoying being asked sandman questions two seconds after i woke up and barged into your inbox. hope you have a lovely day!

Thanks so much for the ask, and welcome if you’re new(ish) to the fandom! 🤗

I’m sorry I broke your heart—much more heartbreak to come I fear if you haven’t read the comics yet, so I’ll try to keep this as spoiler-free as possible.

I am one of those people who believes the differences between comics!Dream and show!Dream are actually not as big as they are made out to be where it matters, and you will definitely find people who disagree. At the end of the day, we all read it through our own lens and will never be fully objective about it.

The main difference I see is that they filed off the rough edges of the comics a bit to make a new audience sympathise more. It’s very hard to do that with a character who is basically in full arsehole mode for most of the first 40 issues or so, and even then only slowly begins to come out of it (although we can obviously see glimmers of what lies below the surface at the beginning of the comics, too, but it’s far more subtle than in the show). I’ve worked in musical theatre for a over decade of my life and understand a bit about bringing the written word to stage/screen, and some things simply don’t translate well from book to stage/screen, and you have to change it. So my personal opinion is we get a more sympathetic Morpheus and certain changes so the audience can do exactly that—sympathise off the bat. You will lose an audience pretty quickly if they don’t care about the protagonist and the universe he moves in, and you can’t be as nuanced about it as you can be in a written work. We’re talking about streaming services thinking about profits here, even if people don’t want to hear it.

Also: The more you sympathise with a character, the deeper the emotional investment and the more you feel, even if it hurts.

Having said this, I don’t think Morpheus is incapable of change, and I never got where that idea comes from. His biggest flaw is that he believes he cannot change (and even he has moments when he admits he might have). In the introduction to Endless Nights, Neil Gaiman says that he was once asked to describe The Sandman in twenty-five words or less, and famously, it was this (you might have heard it):

“The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision.”

And I think some people might have wrongly taken that for an either/or thing. I don’t want to say too much at this point because I don’t know how much you know (if you’d like spoilers or already know how it ends, let me know, I’ll happily expand on it). Only so much:

He is capable of change, also in the comics. Very obviously so. But just like he denies he has his own story (which also isn’t true), he denies he can change. Or at least he thinks he perhaps cannot change enough (it’s actually hard to write about this without giving everything away, help! 🙈).

As for his feelings: He does feel, but again, it is something he pushes down and will deny himself. Until it bursts to the surface and breaks through, and when that happens, it’s usually with, well, let’s say varying results, and that’s putting it mildly. Personally, I’d say he has problems relating to his feelings, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel. Quite the opposite in my view. He holds the collective unconscious—all unprocessed feelings and whatever else floats around in that collective mess, and it’s exactly what he says to the Corinthian in that famous scene: he needs to keep a lid on it and keep that lid firmly closed so all of it doesn’t consume him. But that also means denying himself the feelings that are linked to his own personhood (if you want to call it that). There’s Dream of the Endless, and then there’s Morpheus. And while they’re one and the same and inseparable, Morpheus is also the “point of view”. The character, the person, if you will. And deep down, he craves that personhood so badly. Out of all the Endless, he is the only one who basically collects names because they mean having something beyond his function, which is also mirrored in what he tells Death in “The Sound of her Wings”: he wants something more. He is the only one whose realm is populated with sentient beings (yes, I know Despair has rats, but I think you get my drift). He is desperately lonely and struggles with it. He seeks connection yet denies it to himself. That’s not someone who doesn’t feel.

I don’t know if this answers your questions at all—I was doing the wild “spoiler-free” dance 🤣 But please let me know if you want me to go a bit deeper, I love talking about this stuff.

You can also have a look at my metas if you haven’t already. The headers pretty much explain what they’re about and what spoiler-level to expect, but none of them are truly spoiler-free I guess:

Again, thanks so much for encroaching on my inbox, and feel free to follow up if anything was left unanswered.

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everything happens for a reason part 21 - zuko x fem!reader

Meet me in the afterglow

part 20 | masterlist | part 22

a/n: wowwwww we're finally in the happy part of this fic lol. it feels so good to write zuko and yn together after 100k words of them being on opposite sides and hating each other. it was actually kind of hard to write this because it was a lot of chill fluff and it has been a long Long time since ive written that. very sorry this took so long

wc: 5k

warning(s): some discussions of yn and zuko's pasts but overall very fluffy

chapter title comes from afterglow by taylor swift!

Silence.

That was what Y/N woke up to.

No nightmares, no guilt, no flashbacks—just… silence.

And the arms of another around her. Zuko. She reveled in the warmth he provided, sighing contentedly as she shifted to look at him.

She’d always thought Zuko was beautiful, but he was even more so when asleep. His features relaxed rather than rageful, no longer tainted by her own incessant anger. Pools of gold met her when his eyes flickered open, a gentleness held within them she’d missed dearly.

“Hi,” she whispered, a smile already tugging at her lips.

“Hi.” His voice was just as soft, his own emerging smile enough to make her melt. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in months.” Y/N moved her hand over his, and Zuko turned his over to entangle their fingers. “And it’s all thanks to you.”

“It’s the least I can do,” he murmured, and he drew her in for a soft kiss. That was what made her melt. “You know I’m never letting you go again, right?”

A light laugh spilled from her lips. “I don’t want you to.”

“Good.”

Though she wanted nothing more than to nestle back into Zuko’s embrace, she mustered enough strength to sit up, a small yawn escaping her. “When do you think we should go back?”

Zuko sighed as he sat up next to her, running a hand through his rustled hair. “We have time, Y/N. We’re in your village, the place you grew up. We don’t have to go back until you want to.”

“We are on a timeline though—”

“A timeline that isn’t close to being up yet,” he countered. “Aang doesn’t have to fight my father for a while—a few extra days out here isn’t going to hurt us.” Zuko shrugged. “You deserve a break after all you’ve been through lately, and besides—I’m sure your people wouldn’t mind hosting the savior of the village for a little longer.”

Y/N laughed and pushed him lightly, eliciting a little half-smile from Zuko. “Okay, I get it. Another day would be really nice.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay longer?”

She shook her head. “The rest of today will be enough for me to help get things moving on the repair front. We’ve already been gone two days—any longer than this and Katara will think we’ve died.”

Zuko chuckled. “Alright.”

“Besides,” she said as she stood up and stretched her arms out, “after all of this is over, I’ll be able to come back anytime I want. And,” Y/N looked at Zuko, “I’ll be able to properly introduce you. As Zuko my boyfriend, and not Zuko the evil prince.”

He grinned. “Your boyfriend? Is that official?”

Y/N groaned and swatted at him. “Get out of here. I have to get dressed.”

“Anything for my beautiful girlfriend,” Zuko said as he got up, still wearing that ridiculous grin while he walked out.

Y/N rolled her eyes as he shut the door, but she couldn’t help but smile. It felt good, joking around like this. Having a lazy morning—waking up with him in the first place.

And yeah—hearing Zuko call her his girlfriend was pretty nice too.

She’d been longing for it for a greater time than she knew, and now that she’d worked through her anger, let it go, realized that this was what she wanted?

It was too great a feeling to put into words.

That small smile remained on her lips as she began to rifle through her belongings, the minuscule amount she’d packed for this trip in a tiny satchel. She wanted to change, but the only other clothes she had were the tunic and pants she’d worn for months in prison. They were sort of the only clothes she owned now.

The smile faded as she shoved them back into her bag. Maybe she could ask Leya to borrow one of her dresses for the day. That particular memory didn’t need to be resurfaced right now.

She blew out a loose sigh as she sat back down on the bed, allowing herself a moment to really take it all in.

Though Y/N had initially planned to get in and get out, the whole ‘taking back the village’ thing really threw a wrench in her hasty excursion. After last night—after the fight, the general, the grave—she was well and truly exhausted. Lao and Leya had immediately offered up the second bedroom of their home to her and Zuko, claiming it was ‘the least they could do after all she’d done’, and in the moment, Y/N wasn’t one to deny it.

She didn’t realize how worn out she was until she laid down on the bed—true exhaustion and the warmth of Zuko’s arms around her was a deadly combination—and she was out before she knew it.

It was the best she’d slept in a long time.

Because she didn’t have a new outfit, she opted for smoothing out the black fabric and her hair, and nodded to herself before she left the room. She was surprised to see Zuko leaning against the wall next to the door, his arms crossed as he stared off at nothing in particular.

“You waited?”

“Obviously. Life-threatening fights don’t have to be the only time we stick together.” She chuckled a bit as she slipped her hand into his, pleased at how familiar the motion felt.

“Of course.”

“Besides—” Zuko cleared his throat as his eyes darted away for a moment— “I’m kind of scared of Leya and Lao. I don’t think they really trust me.”

“What? Of course they do!” she exclaimed. “You took down the factory with Lao, and you helped in the fight for our village—they wouldn’t have offered you the place if they didn’t.”

“You weren’t there,” he said dryly. “Lao questioned me the entire way to the factory about you. And he might be okay about me now, but Leya still seems uneasy. They still don’t even know who I really am.”

“Who you are is Zuko. It doesn’t matter that you’re the prince—you’re Zuko, and you helped them. That’s all they’ll care about.” She gave him a slight nudge. “Things are different out here, away from the Fire Nation. People are tolerant. You’ve seen that while you’ve been away, right?”

It took Zuko a moment, but he nodded. His lips quirked in the smallest smile and he nodded again, as if he was actually starting to believe it. “Okay. Yeah.”

“Yeah,” she repeated. She swung their hands together a bit and started to lead the way. “Now let’s go. It’s nearly noon—we’ve gotta get our day started.”

“If you say so,” Zuko mused, and she just laughed.

“I do.”

“It’s good to see the two of you are finally awake,” Leya mused from her cushion as they emerged into the living room. “I was afraid you would sleep the whole day away.”

“If anyone deserves it,” Lao said, walking over from the kitchen, “it’s them.”

“Sorry.” Y/N scratched her neck, slightly bashful. “We were exhausted after yesterday.”

“No need to apologize,” Leya laughed, and she gestured towards the counter. “Help yourselves, please—we made xiaolongbao and egg custard tarts to celebrate. There’s far too much for just the two of us.”

“Are you sure?” Zuko asked tentatively.

“Of course we’re sure,” Lao said. “We’ve welcomed you into our home. Anything we have is yours, son.” He frowned. “I never did get your name.”

He paused. “...My name is Zuko.”

The name struck them like steel, tension immediately thick in the air even if just out of instinct.

“Like Prince Zuko,” Leya said carefully, “of the Fire Nation.”

“I don’t think I’m much of a prince anymore,” he frowned. “I did betray my entire country to help the Avatar.”

Lao glanced at Y/N, the unsaid question obvious.

“It’s the truth,” she said. “Zuko has been working with us for a good while now. He’s the Avatar’s firebending teacher, and he’s going to help us end the war.”

“Alright,” Lao said, and he nodded. “Welcome to our home, Zuko. Officially.”

His brows creased together. “Really?”

“You’re clearly a good man,” he said. “Not just anyone would do what you’ve done.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is,” Lao insisted. “You didn’t have to help free our village, but you fought on the front lines with us.” He smiled wryly. “That makes a man good in my book.”

“I agree.” Leya’s smile was softer, kinder, but held the same respect. “You’re just as much a hero to our village as Y/N is.”

Zuko looked like he wanted to protest, but Y/N placed her hand over his and nodded. He deserved the praise.

��...Thank you,” he finally said, wholly genuine. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“Any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of ours,” Leya said, and her lips quirked up. “Would you like to hear some of the terrible things she did when she was younger?”

“Leya—” Y/N began, but Zuko shook his head, his own smile growing.

“Tell me everything.”

She groaned as he pulled her over to the floor, two cushions already set for them. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she sat down next to him, Leya and Lao launching into a story together from her childhood.

(She had always been a bit of a terror, especially after she discovered her waterbending. That didn’t mean she wanted Zuko to know about it.)

((“This is no way to treat the savior of the village,” she complained at one point. She was fully ignored.))

After spending far too many hours eating, chatting, and laughing (at Y/N’s expense), she and Zuko set out for the day. Y/N asked Leya for a spare outfit and she obliged immediately, so once again she found herself in Earth Kingdom greens and browns. The soft linen was the nicest reprieve from the scratchy prison clothes she’d been stuck in, and she had to admit—it was nice being back in Earth Kingdom clothes. It was just as much a part of her as the North.

The rest of the day was busy but fulfilling, working long into the night to make up for the damage from the battle. Most of their efforts were spent architecturally, helping to repair houses that had been damaged and to tear down the Fire Nation estates.

It might have been property, but it was tainted beyond belief. South Zeizhou would never truly belong to her people again if any trace of the Fire Nation remained.

Y/N and Zuko had split halfway through the day to help with separate things—for some reason, her people were trusting her with designing. She spent the entire rest of the day running around helping various people, sketching up ideas for buildings and statues and everything else under the sun. It turned out that, when you saved an entire village of an eight year hold, they were just a little grateful.

(She denied the idea every time someone brought up building a statue of her. She was sure she heard Zuko go behind her back and tell them otherwise.)

She was kept so busy that she didn’t see Zuko again until that night, when she pushed open the door to Leya and Lao’s estate to see him sitting on the floor alone.

“Zuko,” she said, still getting used to the lightness his name brought her. It was more comforting than anything. “What are you doing up?”

“I should be asking you that,” he said with a slight smile, setting his bowl down. “You don’t have to work all night, you know.”

“I lost track of time,” she said sheepishly. “What are you eating?”

“Jook.” A faint blush tinted his cheeks as he gestured back towards the kitchen. “Leya and Lao turned in a few hours ago—they told me to tell you that you had free reign of their ingredients, but I didn’t want you to have to do it yourself after working so hard all day. So I made you something.”

Her whole expression softened. “Zuko, that’s so sweet.” She crouched down and pecked him on the cheek, warmth blooming in her chest. “I didn’t even know you could cook, being a prince and all.”

He chuckled. “Uncle taught me some things when we were in Ba Sing Se. I told him I didn’t need it, but I guess some of it stuck.”

Y/N took his spoon and tried some of the jook in his bowl. Her eyebrows shot up. “That’s surprisingly good.”

“Surprisingly?” he asked with mock disdain. “Why can’t it just be normally good?”

“Because,” she said, “I’ve never tried your cooking before.”

“That just settles it,” Zuko said. “When we’re back in the Fire Nation, I’ll ask the chefs to teach me some things. That way I can really impress you.”

“You don’t need to impress me, Zuko,” she said, and she stood up and walked over. “Just spending time with you like this is more than enough. We’ve got a lot of it to make up.”

He managed a soft laugh, but it was bittersweet. “Yeah. We do.”

Y/N filled her own bowl with jook and then walked back over, settling down next to Zuko. She placed her hand over his, smiling softly at him. “Tell me about your day.”

“It’s been… a lot,” he said. “I’ve helped tear down a lot of Fire Nation buildings. I melted a lot of metal.” He chuckled. “If only we brought Toph with us. Her metalbending would make things a lot easier.”

She laughed. “She’d become the foreman of this place. She could probably redesign everything herself.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“I did a lot of healing,” she said. “Turns out that sending a lot of middle-aged men and women that haven’t fought in years into battle against trained soldiers results in a lot of injuries.”

Zuko frowned. “Was it bad?”

“Not as bad as it could have been,” Y/N said. “Mostly twists and sprains and artificial cuts. One man got his arm broken, and I have no idea why he didn’t ask for help last night.” She shook her head. “No matter what nation I’m in, men always think they have to act tough.”

“I’m glad you’re able to help them,” Zuko said. “You know you’re amazing, right?”

She playfully shoved him. “Stop it.”

“Never.” He shrugged. “Like you said, I have a lot of time to make up for.”

“I guess flattery’s a good place to start,” she said coyly.

“It’s easier if you just accept it,” he said sagely, “because I’m not going to stop.”

Y/N laughed and leaned against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her. “What was it like being back and seeing everyone? Did they all recognize you?”

“Maybe not immediately, but everyone knew my name.” Y/N smiled. “People don’t really forget the only waterbenders in village history.”

“Do you think this’ll ever be your home again?” Zuko asked.

“It’ll always be my home,” Y/N mused. “It’s where I was born, where I grew up. There’s a part of me in this village, and there always will be. But…” she sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ll ever live here again. I’ve been traveling all over with my friends for the past couple months, and it just feels like I’ve… outgrown it.”

“I understand,” Zuko said. “You’re different than the girl that grew up here. You’ve changed, and that’s not a bad thing.”

“I know. It just feels like betraying who I am.”

“A part of you is in this village,” Zuko said, “and a part of this village is in you. Just because you’re going somewhere else doesn’t mean you’re forgetting who you are.”

“When did you get so wise?” she asked, craning her neck to look up at him.

“Years of traveling with my uncle,” he said, and she laughed.

They spent the rest of the night idly chatting and finishing up their meal, and by the time they turned in, the village was completely dark.

It was quiet as they settled into bed together, Zuko’s arms around her setting her at ease. She felt safe next to him.

(Spirits, how she’d missed feeling safe.)

“Are you sure you have to leave so soon?” Leya questioned, her gaze watchful even as she stood in the kitchen.

“We have a war to end,” Y/N said, only slightly joking. “I’ll be back sooner than you know.”

“You’re making us all so proud, Y/N.” Lao patted her on the shoulder, and then he pulled her into a hug. “People will tell stories of you centuries from now, I know it. You’ve made history.”

“I’m just glad our people are finally free,” she said softly.

“And you, son.” Lao pulled away and looked down at Zuko, respect in his eyes. “Your path hasn’t been easy, but you’ve made it here. You’re welcome in our corner of the Earth Kingdom anytime.”

“I’m just doing what’s right,” Zuko said, but she could see the beginnings of his pleased smile.

“And sometimes that is the hardest thing to do.” Leya came over with a large basket, smile beaming down on the two of them as she handed it to Y/N. “This should be enough for your journey back and to share with the rest of your group.”

Y/N frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Of course we are,” Lao said. “Without the Fire Nation leeching off of us, we’ve got plenty to spare.”

“Thank you,” Zuko said. “This means a lot.”

“It’s the least we can do,” Leya said, and she grasped Y/N’s hands. “Promise me that you’ll be careful.”

“We’ll try our best,” she vowed, and she glanced at Zuko with a smile. “I’ve got a lot of good people with me.”

“You,” Leya pointed at Zuko, tone motherly as ever, “make sure nothing happens to her.”

“That was already the plan,” he said with a chuckle.

“So,” Lao said wryly, “what’s the next thing I should expect from our heroes and the Avatar?”

Y/N smiled inwardly. “Change is coming. That’s for sure.”

The ride back to camp was quiet, but different kind of quiet from before. Y/N and Zuko switched off on flying shifts, occasional conversation filling the gaps—more often than not, though, they just sat together. Her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, her fingers rifling through his hair.

The fresh air invigorated Y/N. She felt like a whole new person, the dread and anger and heaviness she’d been carrying with her for months steadily dissolving.

Zuko’s constant presence was nice too.

Without her inner dread, supremely thick tension, and a week of sleep deprivation, she was actually able to enjoy the trip back home. It went quicker than the ride there, and she never thought she would be so thankful to see an island.

Tiny specks in the distance turned into her friends the closer they got, and she and Zuko shared a smile. Y/N was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

“You guys are finally back!” Sokka exclaimed once they were in hearing distance. “Where did you even go?”

“You’ve got some nerve leaving like that without a word!” Katara yelled, but the moment Y/N slid off of Appa’s side she barreled over and pulled her into a hug. She knocked the air out of her completely, but Y/N laughed as she wrapped her arms around her in turn.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed. “It was something important.”

“She’s been worried sick about you,” Toph spoke up.

“So have you!” Aang piped in. “You were asking about it y—”

Toph punched Aang on the shoulder, and he stopped. “What was that for?”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Toph said, cheeks flushing pink.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sokka interrupted. “Where did you two even go?”

Y/N let out a long deep breath, and Zuko nodded supportively when she glanced at him. “We… went back to my village. The other day was the anniversary of my father’s death, so I went to honor him.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Katara murmured, and she pulled her back into a hug. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I thought it was something I had to do on my own,” Y/N said, pulling away after a grateful moment. “If I had my way, I would have. But Zuko pushed his way on.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so stubborn,” Zuko said. “Besides, it was obviously the right move.”

Sokka frowned. “You guys are being really nice to each other.”

Aang’s eyes lit up. “Did you two have your life changing field trip?”

It was Y/N’s turn to frown. “Life changing field trip?”

“That’s what they’re calling it,” Toph explained. “All the trips that they’ve gone on with Zuko to be his friend or whatever. I still haven’t had one.”

Zuko stared at her. “I woke up with rocks in my bed every day for a week.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t go anywhere,” she grumbled at the ground.

Y/N chuckled, though her expression sobered. “I thought I was just going to remember my father, but it turned out that the Fire Nation was still occupying my village. So Zuko and I pushed them out.”

Katara’s eyebrows shot up. “Just like that?”

“It wasn’t that easy—” Zuko said, but he was interrupted when Sokka patted—or rather hit—him on the back.

“Nice going, buddy! That’s how you get your girl back.”

He glared daggers at Sokka but Y/N just laughed. “It took a lot of fighting and some haphazard plans, but… yeah. We took my village back. My people are free, and I got to see my father’s grave.”

Katara’s entire expression softened. “I’m so happy for you, Y/N. That’s— that’s amazing. And… is it back?”

Y/N nodded with a smile, and she formed a ball of water out of the air. “My bending is officially back.”

Katara screamed and she nearly tackled Y/N with another hug. “Thank the spirits! I knew you could do it!”

“Life changing field trip always works,” Aang mused.

“Well, whatever you did, it worked,” Toph said. “I’m happy I don’t have to see the two of you mope around all the time anymore.”

Zuko frowned. “You can’t see.”

“Trust me,” Toph muttered, “some things transcend sight.”

Y/N smiled, and she took Zuko’s hand, tears welling in her eyes. “I really missed you guys.”

Later, once they’d unpacked all their things from Appa and properly decompressed, Y/N found herself sitting on her own by the cliffside once again. This time, though, she wasn’t trying to hide her mourning from her friends or foster the burning inside of her chest. Instead, she played with an orb of water in the air, a small smile on her lips at the effortlessness of it all. Not only were they surrounded by water on all sides, but the Fire Nation’s climate meant there would always be moisture in the air.

Oh, how she’d missed her bending.

She didn’t flinch when she heard footsteps behind her, able to see the reflection in her orb—instead, she flicked her hand and shot the water back at her visitor.

“Hey!” Zuko complained, sputtering as it struck him in the face. “What was that for?”

She giggled as she turned her head. “I had to make sure you remember who you’re dealing with.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, grimacing a bit as he wiped water droplets off his face, “my girlfriend is super powerful and can take down anyone. That doesn’t mean you have to take me down.”

“Oh, you’re so dramatic.” Y/N smiled as she stood up and flexed her fingers, drawing all the water out of his clothes. “It was barely anything.”

“This time,” Zuko said, and he gestured around them with a wry smile. “We’ve got a whole ocean around us.”

“I’m not that powerful,” she said.

“Maybe,” Zuko said, “but I don’t trust you and Katara together.”

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” She chuckled as she took his hand. “What’d you come over here for?”

“You’re not allowed to mope around by yourself anymore,” Zuko said. “We’re having a campfire and digging into some of the food Leya gave us.”

“I’m not moping,” she complained.

“Not anymore,” Zuko clarified, and he chuckled at her expression. “Still. You have to join us.”

“Of course,” Y/N said, and they started walking over together. “I’m excited for some actual food after the past few months.”

Zuko frowned. “I made you jook last night. That was perfectly good food.”

“You know what I mean,” she groaned. “Yes, it was perfectly good food. I’m just excited for more of Lao’s xiaolongbao. That man makes miracles in the kitchen.”

“I’ll have to get him to give me the recipe next time we visit,” Zuko mused.

She looked at him, slightly surprised. “You want to go back?”

“Of course,” he said. “It’s the place you’re from. And besides,” he shrugged, slightly bolstered, “I am one of the saviors of the village.”

She laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Of course.”

“It’s about time you guys got here,” Toph grumbled. “Katara won’t let any of us eat.”

“They’re here now,” she said, “you can—”

Katara didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Toph started digging in, and she just shook her head with a sigh.

“We’re glad that you’re here,” she offered with a slight smile.

“Katara’s mostly glad that you’re back,” Sokka said, his mouth full of food earning him a glare from his sister. “I think you two have separation anxiety or something.”

“Can you blame me?” Katara defended. “You were gone for weeks and we had no idea what happened to you. You can’t just up and disappear with Zuko.”

“To be fair, you tried to do the same thing,” Sokka said.

“To be fair, you thought Y/N was going to kill Zuko,” Katara shot back.

Zuko’s eyes widened slightly. “Uh, no. We never went that far.”

Not with him at least, Y/N thought with the smallest bit of guilt. Not for what she did, but for keeping it from her friends. That was a whole other problem she had to deal with, and definitely not tonight.

(Maybe not ever.)

“Let’s talk about something else,” Y/N said, and Zuko put his arm around her, pulling her close. She couldn’t help but smile. “What have you guys been up to while we’ve been gone?”

“It was only three days,” Sokka said. “We didn’t get up to that much.” But he wouldn’t stop staring at them, and Zuko frowned.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said with a shrug. “I just realized I’ve never been around you two when you actually liked each other.”

Zuko’s cheeks flushed bright pink as Y/N laughed. “You really haven’t, huh?”

“Why did you have to say that?” Toph groaned. “Now they’re going to be extra gross.”

“What, you mean like this?” Zuko pulled Y/N into a kiss, but she didn’t even get the chance to enjoy it before something hit the two of them.

Y/N pulled away and picked it up, scowling at Sokka. “Is this your shoe?”

“There are children here!” he complained. “You two really are gross.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Katara said, and she hit Sokka on the shoulder. “Leave them alone.”

“I’m just trying to protect the sanctity of this place!” he exclaimed.

“I’m on Sokka’s side,” Toph piped in.

As the group devolved into accusations and conversation with occasional pauses for food, she leaned into Zuko’s side and sighed contentedly.

This was the life she’d been chasing so long. All they had to do was end the war.

And after everything she’d been through, that seemed like the easiest part of the journey.

Things cooled down after a while, and they began to go their separate ways. Sokka and Suki went off together, Aang went to meditate and clear his mind, and Toph went off to do spirits knows what. Y/N was close to nodding off against Zuko’s side—she was sure he already had himself—when she heard Katara’s voice.

“Hey,” she said, gesturing away from the fire with her head, “can I have you for a second?”

Y/N nodded, yawning as she tried to blink the grogginess out of her vision, and the two of them walked over. “What’s up?”

“This is something I’ve been wanting to give to you for a while, but it hasn’t been the right moment.” Katara grinned. “But it is now.”

She pulled something out from behind her back, and when she presented it Y/N realized it was a water skin, almost identical to the one she’d given her months ago in Gaoling.

“Both of ours were taken away at Ba Sing Se, but I was able to get a couple new ones from some of the Water Tribe soldiers when we ran into them. And now that you’ve got your bending back…”

Katara trailed off as she offered it up again, but instead Y/N crushed her in a tight embrace.

“Thank you,” she said, unable to hold back her own smile. “For thinking of me even then.”

“Always,” Katara said, returning the gesture with just as much intensity. When she pulled away, her eyes shone.

“It’s good to see you like this,” she said softly. “Happier. Lighter. You look better than you have in months.”

“I feel better,” Y/N admitted. “I know that I needed to forgive Zuko, and maybe it was the spirits’ plan to make the road so treacherous. But it feels so good to have him again.”

“It feels good to not have you two arguing all the time,” she said wryly.

Y/N chuckled. “Just imagine how I feel.”

“What do you think is next for you two?” Katara asked. “After the war is over, I mean.”

“I haven’t really thought that far in the future,” she admitted. “After everything, I’m just trying to live in the moment.”

“I think that’s a perfect idea.”

Y/N smiled. “So do I.”

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rozcdust · 1 year

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I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader, QPP Kazutora Hanemiya x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, qpp relatinship, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten, threats of murder

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The note Kazutora found when he woke up read ‘Left to grab breakfast, be back in 30. - Love, the bitch you got snot on’, got a low chuckle out of him as he stretched, the sound of his bones popping filling the room.

Kakucho was awake too, opening bloodshot eyes to blink away the sleep, but closing them again the block out the invasive sunlight pouring out the window, still curled up under the blanket you put on him, his breathing slow and steady, the plush cat still tightly held in his arms.

“Mornin’.” Kazutora yawned, rolling his neck to get out any kinks that formed during the night, “Feel better?”

Kakucho nodded, peeking one eye open to glare at the sunlight.

“Well, I’m glad. We got another few minutes to laze around, y/n went out to get breakfast. You hungover? Need painkillers or water?”

“I’m good.” Kakucho rasped, upon which Kazutora merely nodded, plopping back into bed with a long, content sigh.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry for intruding in your home and clinging all over your fiance like that yesterday-“ Kakucho started, but Kazutora’s scandalised look and a short laugh cut him off.

“What? Fiance? Dude, you sure you’re not still drunk?”

Kakucho furrowed his brow.

“Partner, then?”

Kazutora made a so-so motion with his hand.

“Yeah, you’re closer to the truth now.”

“They kissed you. No way they’re just a roommate.”

“They’re not. They are my partner.” Kazutora shrugged, placing his hands under his head, “It’s kinda difficult to explain… Are you familiar with the terms aromantic and asexual?”

Kakucho vaguely remembered Izana explaining it to him once.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, excellent.” Turning on his side to look at Kakucho, Kazutora started explaining.

“So, when you’re aroace, there is think thing called ‘Queer platonic partner’ right? It’s like being in a romantic relationship, you’re committed to each other and go on dates and sometimes live together, like y/n and I do, except there is no romantic or sexual attraction.”

Kakucho furrowed his brows further, confusion written all over his face.

“Isn’t that just being in a relationship?”

“Not quite. In a regular relationship, there is an expectation to have some,” Kazutora put his hands up to do finger quotes, “Special feelings. And when you’re aromantic, you can’t really do that. In QPP, there is an understanding it’s all just platonic love.”

“Like a friendship?”

Kazutora shook his head, but still kept his tone and demeanour calm.

Kakucho could only imagine that if you were the one explaining this, you’d already throttle him.

“Let’s put it this way. You can’t expect your friend to drop everything and always be there for you and centre their life around you, they have other shit to do. A partner? They can do that because you’re their priority. Capiche?”

Kakucho nodded just in time for the front door to open.

“I think I do.”

Kazutora clapped his hands, jumping to his feet.

“Excellent! I’ll dig out some of my clothes for you to change into, they’re oversized so should fit you as well. Hurry though, my lovely partner just brought us food, and if we don’t show up in 12 seconds flat, they will smother us both.”

“I bought eggs and natto, the rice in the rice cooker is already done, I prepared vegetables and fish already. Kazutora, do you mind setting the table?” Not taking the time to turn around, you stood over the stove, carefully flipping the omelette.

“Yessir,” Jokingly, Kazutora got to work, stretching over you to grab plates and utensils out of the cupboard above the stove, “May I?”

Nodding, you smile softly at the feeling of Kazutora’s lips, kissing the back of your neck.

Kakucho awkwardly shifted his feet.

“Can I help in any way?” Clearing his throat, he pointed to the dishes in Kazutora’s hands, but the older man merely shook his head.

“Hey dude, you’re a guest. Just sit down and make yourself at home.” Flashing a warm smile, Kazutora pulled out a chair with his foot, gesturing to it before setting down the plates.

Kakucho held back to urge to make himself smaller in the chair, feeling awfully a lot like an intruder in the domesticity of this Friday morning.

You looked more comfortable than you ever did at work, your usually crisp clothes replaced by an oversized men’s shirt, clearly belonging to Kazutora, the scent of his cologne and menthol cigarettes lingering on the fabric, the tension of your jaw and scowl you usually sported gone to be replaced by a serene, neutral expression.

This was your safe place, and Kakucho was intruding on it, after all, in your eyes, he was part of the reason you were stressed at work at all.

The game Bonten invented was tiring anyway.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” Kazutora asked, now seated on the floor, rummaging through a cupboard to find sugar.

“Coffee is fine, thank you.”

“I’m kind of a coffee freak, so we have instant, pour-over, Turkish, espresso, I can make you a cappuccino?”

Before Kakucho could respond, you spoke for him, nudging Kazutora with your foot to scotch over so you could wash your hands in the sink.

“He likes his coffee sickly sweet, make him a latte, two shots of espresso, three sugars. I bought chocolate and caramel syrup, add a spoonful of both.”

You didn’t miss the surprised look Kakucho gave you.

“Who do you think makes the coffee for meetings?” Rolling your eyes, you dried your hands off on a kitchen towel, transferring the omelette to a plate.

“You two are sure you’re fine with me here? I can leave-“

“Man, come on. Y/n made all this food, and they will kill someone if it goes uneaten.”

“You’re lucky you’re even here. Tora talked me out of dumping you on the side of the road.”

Kazutora scoffed, lightly smacking your knee.

“It would be awfully rude!”

Kakucho couldn’t help himself but to laugh.

“You invite murderers to sit at your table often?”

Kazutora let out a throaty laugh, pressing a button to make the espresso as he poured milk into a cup, steaming it.

“I’ve done two rounds in prison for manslaughter and attempted first degree murder. Trust me, we don’t give a shit.”

Kakucho wordlessly nodded, barely even noticing you approaching before a knife was firmly placed against his throat.

“Tell any of the other fuckers my address or my relationship status, and you won’t live to see another day.”

“Y/N! THREATENING MURDER AT THE DINING TABLE IS RUDE!”

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sevcasejay1chicago · 1 year

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Steady- Kelly Severide

Characters mentioned: Matt Casey, Sylvie Brett, Blake Gallo, Ritter.

Summary: After feeling sick all day, the feeling finally wins over during the night. On shift.

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, gagging, sickness, needles.

Authors note: hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while. I also know this isn’t a request, but it’s something I had written already. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sticking around!

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You had been feeling sick on and off all day. When you and Kelly woke up that morning, you had a brief wave of nausea while you guys were taking a shower. When you stopped talking mid-sentence to breathe through the nausea, Kelly quickly caught on and had gathered your hair in his hands to get it off your face and neck until you felt okay again. You both figured the shower was too hot and you might be dehydrated as the feeling came and went fairly quickly, so you went into the station with him.

During lunch, the feeling returned and stayed with you. You figured it was just whatever meal Gallo made was not sitting well, or the gruesome call you guys had directly after, and kept it from Kelly. Brett caught you kneeling by the ambo during a structure fire as you both waited for the all clear to leave. You brushed her off and said you just needed a breather, but she had her suspicions.

Somehow, you had managed to convince Kelly to let you sleep through dinner, too nauseous to put anything else in your body. Though right before lights out much later in the night, he had cornered you and had you eat some rice that Blake set aside for you. The rice calmed your stomach enough, much to your relief, and you laid down in Kelly’s quarters to catch some shut eye with the rest of the house while Kelly stayed awake doing some paperwork. Kelly took his time, knowing something was up and wanting to keep an eye on you.

Luckily there weren’t any calls for a few hours. So when you suddenly woke up, you were confused when you noticed Kelly’s back to you and the dark bunk room outside his office windows. The confusion quickly vanished when a strong wave of nausea rolled through your body. Without giving it much thought, you launched yourself out of Kelly’s bunk and threw open the door, barely hearing Kelly call out for you or the stir you caused in the bunk room as you sprinted for the bathroom.

Once you rounded the corner, you flipped on both light switches as you raced to one of the cubicles, sliding into the stall and barely getting your head over the bowl before you were vomiting. You sobbed as you first brought up a huge wave of vomit that left you shaking and panting for breath. Your ears rung as you choked up a mouth full of bile and gripped the walls to keep yourself from falling.

Meanwhile, Kelly had managed to get Matt to help calm the bunk room down, instructing him to get Boden to let him know something was wrong as he jogged toward the bathroom after you. Kelly stepped in and immediately heard your sobs that turned to wet gags. After turning off the big light to leave only the lights above the sinks just incase this was one of your migraines, Kelly silently steps into the stall behind you. He gently lays a hand on your back and rubs it up and down as he reaches forward with the other hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright. It’s okay. I’m here. Get it up.” Kelly whispers, grabbing your shoulder as you begin to sway unsteadily.

You sob, reaching back with one hand in search of your husband. This was rough. You haven’t felt this bad in ages.

Kelly sighs and takes your hand, gently slipping his fingers through yours and clutching your hand in his. He adjusts so that your arms are around your torso as he kneels to help balance you. “It’s going to be alright. It’ll be over soon. I’ve got you. Sh Sh Sh. It’s okay baby girl. Just let it happen.” Kelly keeps on soothing you with sweet nothings as you continue to retch, barely able to catch your breath.

Matt and Sylvie stepped into the room not too long after. Matt has a bottle of water and Sylvie has a cloth that she takes to the sinks to dampen. “Can you go grab Kelly’s mouth wash out of his locker?” Brett asks Matt, leaning up to kiss his cheek as she takes the water bottle from him. Matt simply nods and kisses her back before turning around.

Kelly is startled when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He is a mixture of surprised and relieved to find Sylvie looking back at him. “Here. Washcloth for her neck and water for when she’s ready. Matt is going to get your mouth wash from your locker. I’ll let Boden know you both need alternates.” Sylvie says, smiling sympathetically at Kelly as he tightens his hold on you when you almost fall over from gagging so forcefully.

Kelly nods his thanks and takes the washcloth, placing it gently on the back of your neck. He shushes you when you whine at the contact. “Can you get me some Benadryl or Zofran and some sick bags from the ambo? If I can get her slowed down enough, I can get us out of here and home. I think everyone would be more comfortable.” Kelly asks, barely turning back to Brett as he speaks, afraid to take his eye off you.

Brett nods, standing up and almost colliding with Matt, who had just walked up behind her to check on his friends. Matt is quick to place his hands on her hips to steady his girlfriend as she jerks in surprise. “Sure thing. Be right back.”

As Brett leaves, Matt squats down behind Kelly. “Need anything?” He asks, reaching forward and squeezing Kelly’s shoulder.

Kelly nods, shifting slightly once again to look at Matt. “I have a couple reports to finish and some ready to turn in. Can you get that sorted for me and get our bags and my keys ready for when she’s able to move?” Kelly asks his best friend, so grateful that Matt and Sylvie are his friends and he knows he can rely on them.

Matt nods and stands. “Of course.” Matt replies. “Sylvie and I will be home in a few hours. We will get some supplies on our way back.” Matt assures, before calling out a “feel better sweetheart” to you as he walks out of the room.

At this point, you have most of your weight on Kelly as you continue to heave, bringing up bits of bile. Kelly sighs and shushed you again, hating the fact that you are shaking like a leaf as you are practically in his lap since you can barely hold yourself up any longer. You have calmed some, but not by much as more heaves roll through your body. “That’s it. Take it easy. Just breathe.” Kelly encourages, rubbing your right shoulder before bringing his hand to the back of your neck and rubbing his thumb over the cloth. “Shhhhh. It’s okay baby. Try to breathe through it.”

Brett comes back in as Kelly has you almost calm again. She taps his shoulder and lightly waves the syringe filled with Benadryl in the air. Kelly leans to the side as Brett shuffles in closer. “Hey sweetie. I’m gonna give you a shot of Benadryl to help with the nausea. Just a quick pinch.” Brett tells you, not giving you time to process or freak out before jabbing the needle in and pushing the plunger. Brett places the sick bags in Kelly’s pocket before standing and leaving the room.

Kelly kisses the shoulder that Brett just gave you the shot in before rubbing the area lightly. “That should help babe. Just give it some time to work.” Kelly whispers, hating that you are now breathing a bit faster and still letting out gags every now and then. He knows you hate needles, but he gave the consent in order for you to feel a bit better soon. “Let’s just sit and breathe for a few minutes. No need to rush to get up. You let me know when your ready. Do you wanna rinse? Matt and Brett brought you a water.” Kelly soothed, sinking into a sitting position and thanking God for Gallo and Ritter having cleaned the bathrooms a few hours ago.

You nod, slightly leaning away from the toilet and taking the water bottle from Kelly. While you put some in your mouth and swish really well, Kelly reaches up and flushes the toilet. You spit once the water settles some and then try to hand the water back to Kelly, but he begs you to take a few sips, and so you do. Though the water comes back up not long after, you finally start to feel a little steadier after a few minutes.

When Kelly starts to notice your breathing coming back to a normal rhythm, he reaches up to flush once again and kisses the side of your head. “Ready to go rinse with some mouth wash and go home? Brett gave us some sick bags if you need them in the car and Matt has all of our stuff ready to go.” Kelly asked, pulling you a bit closer into his embrace. When he feels you nod, he gives a satisfied hum before pulling you up with him and to the sinks. You’re gonna be okay. He’s going to make sure of it.

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spidermanscientistsimp · 10 months

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goodbye yellow brick road

the spot x musician! gn! reader

author’s note: this is the cheesiest thing i have ever written and i apologize for the tooth rotting sweetness in here… also! it’s important to know what this song sounds like, so here you go! when you see orange text, it’s song lyrics, so go listen!

be like me and listen on LOOP ANYWAYS. also, please let me know if y’all want more spot fanfic (i can tone down the cheese if y’all want) 🫡❤️

“A BAGEL, HONEY. THE CHILD HIT ME WITH A BAGEL.”

“i know i know john, i saw- you’re so brave for enduring that, i would have NEVER survived.”

“oh, shut up.”

“make me.”

you and john always loved your flirty bickering after a long day at alchemax. every day at exactly 6:30, you and your husband would walk hand in hand down the gum covered sidewalk, talking about your day, your hopes, your dreams, the usual. your boyfriend was a busy, busy man, but he always made time for you. even if he had to stay late at the office, he would INSIST on walking you home, and returning to work after dinner with you. to put it quite frankly: his world revolved around you. he thought you were the most attractive person to ever grace the earth, and was constantly asking himself how he could end up with someone so perfect… and hot. you didn’t understand why, as you saw yourself as nothing more than a lowly secretary, doomed to be rushing papers back and forth to men for the rest of your days. it wasn’t your job of choice, but it payed well, and seeing john absolutely flourish at work made it all worth it.

this specific night, you went about your usual weekday routine with your boyfriend: order some takeout, make out on the couch for a while, discuss mortality, and then fall asleep. but, something was off.

10:30pm

“y/n, stop rolling around, please”

“sorry.”

11pm

“john? you awake?”

and as the clocks struck midnight, you got out of bed, trying to find a way to occupy yourself, tire yourself out enough to shut your eyes and actually fall asleep. it was at this moment you turned your eyes away from the kitchen pantry, looking to grab a midnight snack, and instead looked towards the small, spinet piano on the back wall. you usually tried to avoid this sight, as it reminded you of a life you never achieved, a goal you never reached… but tonight? you needed it. you needed to play this piano more than anything else. you sat down at the instrument, silently cursing yourself for doing this. you wondered what song to play, flipping through decisions in your head- but, that was all futile, as your hands and heart had a different idea, and you began to slowly play the opening notes to elton john’s “goodbye yellow brick road”.

when are you gonna come down?

when are you going to land?

against your usual better judgement, you started softly singing after the first verse, careful not to wake johnathan.

i should’ve stayed on the farm

i should have listened to my old man

“y/n?” jonathan called as he stirred awake, unaware that his partner was already lost in their own world.

you know you can’t hold me forever

i didn’t sign up with you

i’m not a present for your friends to open

this boy’s too young to be singing the blues

johnathan couldn’t believe his eyes. there you were, his partner, playing the piano and singing your heart out like your life depended on it. he was truly awestruck. he didn’t want to interrupt your beautiful moment, but he had to say something…

“y/n”-

he couldn’t even get through your whole name before you turned around, quicker than lightning, with a terrified look on your face.

“oh my word jonathan i am so SO so sorry i probably woke you up with all my damn wailing, and i just don’t know what happened this isn’t-“

he shut you up with a kiss before you could say another word. the two of you stayed there, enjoying each other’s embrace in the dead of night, when your husband pulls away, asking, “why didn’t you tell me you could sing and play like THAT?”

it was a touchy subject for you. you always wanted to be a musician, and a great one at that, but it just wasn’t financially feasible for you. you had bills to take care of, bills that music just wouldn’t pay.

“i- i don’t really play much any more. or sing. i always dreamed of becoming as great as bach or mozart or someone- but, it was a stupid, stupid dream. i mean… i’m happy where i am now.”

“are you though?” he questioned.

you thought about this for a minute. were you REALLY happy? well, you had a loving husband and a good paying job- you should be happy. but you didn’t have one thing- music. money didn’t matter when music was what got you through so many rough patches in life. seeing your internal battle, johnathon grabbed your chin with his hand, and quietly spoke,

“y/n. i love you. and i want you to be happy. and if music makes you as happy as i’ve seen you tonight, you need to pursue it. we’ll find a way to make ends meet, i promise you. just, live your life- live your dream.”

and in that moment, you smiled to yourself and knew, this was the man you were going to marry.

•

the time was six thirty, the very next day, and you were waiting for your johnny outside the alchemex building.

you waited.

and waited.

and he never came.

a few hours later, not a word came from him.

you paced around your apartment, fearing that he found someone else, fearing that he thought you might be a financial burden with a career change… but all those ideas were put to bed when you saw the notification from your news app pop up on your cellphone.

alchemex.

collider.

explosion.

body not found.

your johnny, was dead.

•

johnny was dead- but “the spot”, the remains of his human form, a dalmatian like amalgamation of spots and the man he used to be. the spot had been wandering around brooklyn for what felt like an eternity, in search of a home, a friend, just- anything. and in the back of his mind, there was always, you. talented, amazing, you… who didn’t need to be seen with a monster like himself (at least in the spot’s mind). he was a ghost, a man forgotten by the world- or so he thought.

he was walking by Jenna’s, a local coffee shop him and y/n always loved to visit, when he heard a familiar voice, ringing out from the inside of the café

it was you.

you, up there onstage, playing to a full house, all eyes on you and all smiles upon every person’s face. you did it. you really did it. spot ducked his head as you looked out the window, towards the sky, and made an announcement,

“this next song is for someone who once told me to live my dream, no matter what… and because of him- i’m doing it. wherever you are, thank you-”

you played those starting notes he remembered hearing all those months ago.

so goodbye yellow brick road

where the dogs of society howl

you can't plant me in your penthouse

i’m going back to my plough

you threw your head back, becoming so damn passionate about this song that meant so damn much to you

back to the howling, old owl in the woods

hunting the horny-back toad

oh, i’ve finally decided my future lies

beyond the yellow brick road

the spot completely lost his breath as you held out the final note of the chorus. my word, you were amazing- the heart and soul you sang with was unparalleled, and he wanted to just run up to you, and hold you in his arms, kissing you until neither of you could breathe. but, he couldn’t. he wasn’t jonathan anymore. that man died. and he could see y/n was still not over that fact as he saw them hold back tears as they finished the song- it broke the spot. it broke jonathan. he had to do something, do anything.

•

you woke with a jolt as you heard a crash come through your window.

“hello??” you called, half jokingly, thinking this was simply a branch or a bird- you didn’t expect to hear footsteps right in your kitchen.

you were TERRIFIED. grabbing a broom, you made your way out to this… thing, preparing to fight it, to get it out of your home. imagine your surprise when you saw

a spotted man

who called YOUR NAME

“y/n, please-“

you were NOT HAVING THIS, you threw your broom at the THING, screaming and yelling a pattern of

“go away”s

“i’ll call the police, i- i’ll call spiderman”s

and a few

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU”s

the spotty thing pleaded with you, on its knees, begging you to listen to it

you obliged. it skittered over to your piano, and started playing notes that sounded like a child attempting to play…

goodbye yellow brick road

and now that you thought about it, this thing did sound a lot like your lost lover…

it was your song. it was him. you didn’t know how, but it was,

“jonathan”, you yelled, throwing yourself into his dotted arms. you didn’t know how, and you didn’t know why, but you knew that this, thing, was your johnny. and in that moment, nothing else mattered. life would go on, and things would work out.

and as he held your head with his hands, your boyfriend said, after what felt like an eternity,

“i love you.”

#the spot x reader #the spot #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #itsv #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman fanfic #spiderverse 2 #i really hope this is readable omg #Spotify

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