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🎶 HD Wireless 2021 Reveals! 🎶
TAKE A BOW, CREATORS!! 
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The day has finally come, and we can’t wait for everyone to see who created all the wonderful Wireless works that we had the privilege to present to you this year!!
Before we do that, the results of our Guessing Game! The winner, with 43 correct guesses (which gave her 260 points - please don’t question our scoring system) was @sweet-s0rr0w!! Kudos to your super-sleuthing and powers of recognition!!
All the wonderful authors, artists and podficcers who took part this year can be found below the cut. As the mods, we want to extend our thanks to every single talented one of them. Please show them all your love and appreciation!!
🎶 H/D Wireless Animatic and Fic 🎶
📻 rather a lover than a fighter [T, 15k] ✒️ Author and Artist: @parkkate & aceveria / @aceveria-art
🎵 Summary: When Harry loses his voice and his magic, it’s up to Healer Draco to save the day.
🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶
📻 The Road to Somewhere [T] 🖌️ Artist: @rainsoakedhello 🎵 Art medium: Digital Art
🎵 Summary: In the end, all roads lead home.
📻 Don't care what they say (I would be stupid to be not on it) [Gen] 🖌️ Artist: @digthewriter 🎵 Art medium: Digital. Photoshop.
🎵 Summary: Harry finally has a chance with Draco and he's not gonna let it go.
📻 Start Over Again [Gen] 🖌️ Artist: milkandhoney / @fictional 🎵 Art medium: Digital Art
🎵 Summary: Do you feel like a chainstore? Or in which one is Graham Coxon and one is Damon Albarn.
📻 Down for What You Want [Teen] 🖌️ Artist: @sugareey 🎵 Art medium: Digital
🎵 Summary: After the war, finding refuge in the clubs of Muggle London is easier than dealing with the shambles of the wizarding world. When Harry and Draco keep running into each other at Apollo's every Saturday night though, they follow their gut instincts to get on the dance floor and discover something they both have been craving for a long time.
📻 What do I do? With a Love That Won’t Sit Still [Gen] 🖌️ Artist: @cambiodipolvere 🎵 Art medium: traditional (graphite)
🎵 Summary: Italian Greyhounds are small and fucked up, but Draco is a big fuck up and that requires scaling.
🎶 H/D Wireless Art and Fic 🎶
📻 A Halo of Fairy Orbs [E, 20.6k] 🖌️✒️ Author and Artist: vivi1138 / @penguinanimagus & Fae_vorite / @faevorite-main-blog 🎵 Art medium: digital art
🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy has been dead for fifteen years, but the Black Family tapestry doesn’t agree. Upon returning from long years abroad, Harry discovers that his old rival might still be alive, and his revived obsession leads him to Malfoy Manor. There’s a mystery to solve, and Harry is chasing a thrill he hasn’t felt since sixth year. He needs to know.
📻 Oh, Sinnerman [E, 40k] 🖌️✒️ Author and Artist: @lou-isfake and @babooshkart 🎵 Art medium: digital
🎵 Summary: “I’m serious, Potter,” Malfoy said quietly. “That was some real bad luck you had, being there last night. They will come after you, and they will kill you—after torturing you for information on my whereabouts.” He pocketed Harry’s wand, but held on to his knife, twirling it between his fingers. Harry was distracted by its movement, the reflections of the bright, dawning sun on polished silver. “I’m not happy about it, either, but you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.” He watched Malfoy’s face for a long time, in a staring contest he wasn’t sure he’d signed up for. Stuck with Malfoy, for the foreseeable future, on the run from a massive crime syndicate that had infiltrated the Ministry and was out for their blood. It was all very familiar, except for the Malfoy part.  
📻 The Crane Lord of Gringotts [E, 31.1k] 🖌️✒️ Author and Artist: @vukovich and @crazybutgood 🎵 Art medium: Origami, photography
🎵 Summary: Harry is fine. Being an Auror is fine. Living with Ginny is fine. It's all fine. But it used to be a lot better.
📻 The World Is A Violent Sky [E, 60k] 🖌️✒️ Author/Artist: writingsbydestiny / @starlitsilvereyes 🎵 Art medium: Digital Art
🎵 Summary: Harry Potter wants to die; Draco Malfoy wants to live — a story of life and death, everything in between and beyond — in the form of scatters of love and hurt like freckles of stars forming into constellations. — Alternative Summary (And Significantly Less Poetic): Four years after the war, Harry remains grief-stricken. In an attempt to discover the parts of him that haven’t died in the Forbidden Forest, he drops off the face of Scotland to travel the world by himself. Along the way, he finds his old enemy, Draco Malfoy, in a Muggle country, looking positively dashing even with a slash of scar decorating his face. As always, Harry’s curiosity leads him to (un)fortunate places.
📻 The Stars Have Courage [M, 85k] 🖌️✒️ Author/Artist: @fantalf 🎵  Art medium: Digital painting
🎵 Summary: Draco can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move. He can’t hear anything besides the buzzing in his ears. The walls are closing in. The world becomes smaller, narrowing itself to the pain in his chest, and it becomes the only thing that makes sense. He tries to cry. Maybe he is crying, but there are no tears anymore. Luna’s words echo endlessly in his brain. Harry doesn’t remember. Harry doesn’t love Draco. Repeating ceaselessly. Infinite, Harry used to say. No. No. No. Draco can’t lose him again. But he doesn’t know who you are now. He doesn’t love you. He hates you. You are no one. His world turns into an overwhelming pain. And that pain is all that he is. — Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He's not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.
🎶 H/D Wireless Fic Collab 🎶
📻 'Til Your World Burns [E, 25.3k] ✒️ 🖋️Authors: @ladderofyears and @iero0
🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy is raped and watches as his world falls apart. Harry Potter is the quiet, unassuming wizard who finally listens to him.
🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶
📻 Inside These Walls [M, 5.6k] 🖋️ Author: @jackvbriefs
🎵 Summary: The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.
📻 Drive a Little Slower [Gen, 1.6k] 🖋️ Author: bluefay / @thesleepiesthufflepuff
🎵 Summary: He silently willed Harry to drive a little slower. To let him pretend a little longer.
📻 Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon [T, 16k] 🖋️ Author: thestarryknight / @the-starryknight
🎵 Summary: The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.
📻 Two Starts, One Finish [E, 5.5k] 🖋️ Author: @lqtraintracks
🎵 Summary: I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.
📻 Never Gonna Give You Up [E, 5k] 🖋️ Author: InnerLilith
🎵 Summary: Five times Harry rickrolls Draco, and one time Draco gets him back.
📻 Alone Together [T, 3k] 🖋️ Author: @iero0
🎵 Summary: He felt like a spectre, roaming the treeless grounds, the deserted streets of Hogsmeade. It was only the train station—of course it was, Harry thinks—that harboured another sleepless soul that night. They were found as though they had been looking for one another; freezing to the ground at the sight of an unmistakable silhouette in the distance, before wordlessly meeting on the platform. They stood there, side by side, faces to the sky.
📻 Nothing Left to Burn [E, 5,1] 🖋️ Author: skeptique / @skeptiquewrites​
🎵 Summary: Over ten years after their fling crashed and burned, Harry runs into Draco and finds embers still burning bright. Sometimes your ex-lover is (metaphorically) dead. And sometimes it's summertime in Montreal and the past won't let go.
📻 The Isle of Discussion [E, 21.6k] 🖋️ Author: @shealwaysreads
🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco arrive at the shores of Loch Leven to record the magical history of the land. They’re friends now, but up there in the Highlands, amidst the trees and sky and that wild expanse of water their own past is more present than ever; a gap they still can’t bridge. Magic illuminates the truth, but it is Harry and Draco who have to speak it. Happily, it turns out that honesty is, in fact, the best policy.
📻 (You Should Have Been My) High School Lover [T, 3.9k] 🖋️ Authort: @aprofessionalprotagonist
🎵 Summary: After years of carefully avoiding running into Harry Potter, Pansy tricks Draco into attending a party at Grimmauld Place. How is he supposed to deal with a very attractive Potter trying to talk to him?
📻 Both Hands [E, 10.4] 🖋️ Author: @sweet-s0rr0w
🎵 Summary: It’s been over a decade since Draco packed up his belongings and left, and Harry’s doing just fine. Really, he is. So when he spots the For Sale sign outside their old flat, he doesn’t think twice about arranging a viewing. Curiosity is only natural, right? And what harm can come from a quick trip down memory lane?
📻 His favourite piece of art [E, 1.3k] 🖋️ Author: @gnarf
🎵 Summary: Six years after Malfoy had left, Harry suddenly spotted him on the dancefloor of a Muggle club in London. He couldn't let this opportunity slip…
📻 I'll Try to Keep the Walls From Falling Down [M, 14.9k] 🖋️ Author: @drarrelie
🎵 Summary: It’s OK. Love is only meant for some; Harry knows that. Besides, he wouldn’t want to risk this new, amazing friendship he has going on with Draco for anything in the world. Keeping his walls from falling down is the least he can do.
📻 Learn to Fly [T, 11k] 🖋️ Author: @janieohio
🎵 Summary: Harry’s suffocating under all the expectations of the wizarding world, but he’s fascinated at Malfoy’s sudden ability to flaunt his true self to whoever cares to watch. And Harry? He might like to do something more than watch if he can ever get up the nerve.
📻 Restless Dreams (Stay With Me) [T, 5.5k] 🖋️ Author: wanderingeyre
🎵 Summary: At first, Draco thinks the common room is empty, but then he sees Potter sitting on the floor, back to the wall on the far side of the fireplace. His head is thrown back, exposing the brown column of his throat. The curl of his hair looks soft in the firelight. Potter’s glasses are off and there are tracks where tears have wet his cheeks. He looks naked in a way that stabs at Draco, right between the ribs where everything is already bruised.
📻 Letters From Home [T, 1.1k] 🖋️ Author: @articcat621
 🎵 Summary: Writing to each other is all that's getting them through this war.
📻 so lie to me tonight [T, 5.3k] 🖋️ Author: M0stlyVoid / @bonesliketambourines
🎵 Summary: Ginny thought it would be different, after.
📻 Mortal Frame [M, 6.6k] 🖋️ Author: tackytiger / @tackytigerfic
🎵 Summary: Draco’s on a mission, and this time it's personal. But it's not easy to track down something that no one wants to talk about, especially when Harry Potter keeps popping up everywhere Draco goes. Though at least he’s on Draco’s side this time, and if he happens to be useful, and kind, and great in bed—well, Draco’s not exactly complaining. The story of three pubs, one Horcrux, four overpriced sandwiches, and two damaged men just trying to make sure that Bellatrix Lestrange stays dead.
📻 Prologue [T, 4.5k] 🖋️ Author: adavison / @aedwritesfic
🎵 Summary: Ten years after the war, Harry stumbles across Malfoy in a Muggle club. What could have been an awkward encounter might just be a new beginning.
📻 A Care To Fill The Vessel Of Your Heart [M, 2.5k] 🖋️ Author: @onbeinganangel
🎵 Summary: Draco doesn’t care for atonement. Why should he? Forgetting is easier than forgiving. Or it would be, if fate just left him to his own devices. Fate, as per usual, has its own plans.
📻 Like a Dream I Can Reach (but not quite hold) [M, 19.4k] 🖋️ Author: Cassiara / @cassiaratheslytherpuff
🎵 Summary: Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.
📻 Sun and Rain [M, 4.7k]
🖋️ Author: @isamijoo 
🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy thinks that being in a relationship with Harry Potter is anything but easy, but then again, what's the sun without the rain?
📻 In Pursuit of Lost Marbles [T, 22k] 🖋️ Author:  Theartfulldodger / @graymatters 
🎵 Summary: Every night after work, Healer Malfoy follows the same routine, beginning with a familiar flight of stairs that leads to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's. With an air of professionalism, he introduces himself to Harry, his husband of seven years, when a memory curse makes Harry look at him like a stranger. He tries not to flinch when Harry calls him sir, but he smiles when bits of the old Harry emerge. Eventually, Draco leads Harry to the Pensieve where he shows him pieces of the life they've built together, what Harry will come home to, one day, when this is all over. Then, Draco waits. He waits, and he hopes.
📻 Requiem [T, 1.8k] 🖋️ Author: EvAEleanor / @evaeleanor
🎵 Summary: Requiem — A song of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person.
📻 Changes With The Moon [Gen, 1.6k] 🖋️ Author: @missdrarrydawn
🎵 Summary: Draco takes a stroll to try to settle his turbulent thoughts, plagued by who he was, who he is and who he could be. A friend offers him a whole new world and Draco struggles with the idea, for there is too much at stake, it isn't worth it. Or—is it?
📻 Chasing Dragons [E, 89.9k] 🖋️ Author: The_Sinking_Ship / @the-sinking-ship
🎵 Summary: Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself? Sure, Potter is a little rough around the edges in ripped jeans, a rumpled tartan shirt, and a permanent scowl. Draco reckons a haircut and a shave wouldn’t hurt, either. But Potter is also in need of a Healer willing to keep his secrets, and Draco is just the man for the job. It’s a perfectly reasonable exchange. They need only attend a couple parties arm-in-arm, smile nicely for the paparazzi, and tolerate each other long enough to convince everyone they’re smitten. In return, Draco will keep Potter alive and in one piece. But it isn’t long before Draco realises he might be in over his head, because Potter is ten tonnes of trouble packed into a leather jacket, and seems keen on hurtling himself towards death on the back of a flying motorbike. And that says nothing of Potter’s penchant for fire-breathing beasts and things that bite. Ah well, at least they’ll have some fun while it lasts. After all, Draco always did like a bit of danger.
📻 Drive, Draco [M, 2.4k] 🖋️ Author: Erebeus / @erebeus-roxy
🎵 Summary: got my driver’s license today, but you're not around to see. Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe
📻 Fire [E, 10k] 🖋️ Author: GallifreyisBurning / @gallifrey1sburning
🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy has never had trouble getting boyfriends. The problem is getting one that doesn’t leave him feeling cold after the first few months. He’s looking for something specific: passion, excitement, someone to keep him on his toes. He just doesn’t know how to go about finding it. After kicking his latest boyfriend to the curb, Draco’s at a loss for what to do next, until it occurs to him that a relationship with his fiery (and hot) Gryffindor colleague might not burn out so quickly—if he can just convince Harry to try it.
📻 Into the Unknown [M, 4.5k] 🖋️ Author: @drarrelie
🎵 Summary: It’s been echoing within him for months, like an annoying song that gets stuck in your head and refuses to let go. A nagging feeling in his core, telling him to say something, to do something, to go somewhere. Last night it finally happened. He did it. And it felt good; right. “I can’t be sure.” Four words, easy as that. It had been almost impossible to smother the sudden burst of joy rushing through him as that deep-seated urge rejoiced his unexpected act of rebellion. You’d think the Dark Lord’s punishment would’ve taken the exhilaration out of him, but no. Here he is, countless Crucios later, beaten and bruised, and never has the voice sounded this clear. He’s said something. He’s done something. And now he just has to go somewhere. He has no idea where, but he’s certain it will come to him. All he has to do is get out of here, then trust magic to do the rest.
📻 Home is What We Make of It [M, 20.3k] 🖋️ Author: @monsieur-hadrien
🎵 Summary: "There was a blistering draft from the child’s bedroom on the opposite side of the hallway. The door’s handle was icy to the touch as she wrapped her hand around the metal. Unlike the rest of the house, the door gave her resistance in her effort to open it. Unlike the rest of the house, when she opened the door, she couldn’t imagine anyone ever living there. Unlike the rest of the house, there was neither love nor warmth nor any semblance of life that seeped from the rest of the house’s walls. It was cold and hard and chilled her to her bones. She shivered. However, her sense of dread was not just from the cold. Perhaps it was the gaping hole in the wall." Harry and Draco want to start a family, but time loves parallels.
📻 Move, move [M, 9k] 🖋️ Author: @maesterchill
🎵 Summary: She grabbed Harry’s hand, slipping something small into it and pressing his fingers around it. “Dilectio. It’ll cheer you up. Make you feel like dancing.” Harry gaped at her. Drugs. Ginny’s fucking giving me drugs? At Stasis nightclub Ginny does indeed give Harry drugs. But it's all good: Malfoy looks after Harry, and Harry grapples with newfound enlightenments, not to mention a newfound fascination with all things Malfoy—one which persists, even when he finds out what Malfoy's up to.
📻 Euphoria [E, 66k] 🖋️ Author: @iero0
🎵 Summary: Driven by trauma, Harry cuts ties with friends and family. From crowded nightclubs and enthralling live shows, Harry finds himself stumbling into a superficial world where he's lonelier than ever. When even the constant blithe of substance-induced highs can't prevent things from becoming what he ran away from, Draco Malfoy finds Harry. Draco, who’s wearing Muggle jeans and who’s listening to Muggle music and who suggests having a nice little chat on mephedrone. And whose nose crumples beautifully when he laughs. Or: A story about Harry trying to cope with the help of drugs until he finds a new addiction. Draco likes to mend things.
📻 Your House [E, 2.9k] 🖋️ Author: @tontonguetonks
🎵 Summary: Draco tries to serve Harry divorce papers, but Harry isn't home.
📻 Misery Loves Company [E, 22.9k] 🖋️ Author: vivi1138 / @penguinanimagus
🎵 Summary: Stuck in his own head, misunderstood and lonely, Harry would love nothing more than to stay hidden in Grimmauld Place until the end of time. Malfoy won’t let him, and that's just what Harry needs.
📻 You Sexy Thing [E, 10.6k] 🖋️ Author: shortie990
🎵 Summary: As Harry began to tap his foot along to the music, the lights flashed like lightning in the middle of a summer storm, and his eye went straight to the middle of the dance floor. His eyes zoomed in on Draco. The blond looked striking as he moved his slender hips to the soulful beat. Harry watched, captivated as he pressed himself up to Pansy and began to sing to the song.
📻 A Love Story of Less-Than-Epic Proportions [E, 39k] 🖋️ Author: InnerLilith
🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco are just friends. Sure, they work together, and live together, and go to gigs together, and do pretty much everything else together—so what? That’s just what friends do. And Harry has no interest in messing with their friendship. He certainly doesn’t need everyone else constantly meddling, pestering them to just get on with it and get together already. He’s having a hard enough time as it is, trying to come to terms with the fact that he probably isn’t ever going to find love. But who needs love, anyways, when you’ve got a best friend?
📻 Cup of tea, Love? [E, 15.1k] 🖋️ Author: shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony 
🎵 Summary: Things between them are easy, so much easier than Harry expected. The problem is the outside world, which grows increasingly and ridiculously difficult. “We could leave,” Draco suggests. Harry has always wanted to travel.
📻 holemate [E, 18.9k] 🖋️ Author:  @vukovich
🎵 Summary: 'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates So where do we begin? I can finally see you're as fucked up as me So how do we win?
📻 Home is Wherever I’m With You [Gen, 2.6k] 🖋️ Author: persephoneapple
🎵 Summary: Harry plans on proposing to Draco tonight, but it takes a Prophet article and a conversation between Draco and Pansy to realise how much Draco means to him.
📻 When the remembering is done [E, 24.8k] 🖋️ Author: Sassy3 / @sassy-sassy3
🎵 Summary: “–and we’ll make sure that you can stay at home as long as possible before it will be too hard to manage,” Potter finished. Draco could only blink, trying to make sense of the words he had heard before and after he zoned out. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry, Potter. Why wouldn’t she be able to live at home?” Draco Malfoy leads a quiet life. Sure, he doesn’t really like his job, and he never imagined he’d have to move back in with his parents at the manor, but at least he has his lovely son Scorpius to dote on. The only problem is that it gets… a bit lonely. But when his mother starts behaving strange and forgetful, he finds himself in need of help from the one person he never reconciled with after the war.
📻 If you smile at me again, I may do something stupid [M, 6.9k] 🖋️ Author: @emilattes
🎵 Summary: Draco made his peace with Harry Potter and their failed relationship two years ago. He's happy with his new boyfriend, but when Harry becomes the man Draco needed him to be, he finds it's much harder to ignore their history.
📻 smoke break [E, 4.3k] 🖋️ Author: saltwatergarden / @talkingtravesties
🎵 Summary: The first few times, they hovered a bit; Draco offered wine and they sat there and sipped and made small talk, until finally Potter would snap and say, “this is stupid,” and reach out to pull Draco into a kiss. After a while, they fell into a rhythm. Sometimes Potter would be in a rush, and he’d just throw himself at Draco the second he was through the door. Other times, he seemed intent on torturing Draco with his slow and teasing kisses. Potter rarely stayed the night, typically Flooing home after they were done, and they never went out, or, for that matter, met at Potter’s place. Draco was very aware of what he was to Potter—a convenience—and despite his pride, he accepted it, because he knew it was the most he was ever going to get from Potter, and far more than he deserved.
📻 4th Day of the New Show [M, 6.2k] 🖋️ Author: @meandminniemcg
🎵 Summary: Lucius, freshly released from Azkaban, shows up at Draco's show. And Harry has been nervous all day. How does Draco handle the situation?
📻 I Want More? [E, 10.7k] 🖋️ Author: @drarryismymuse
🎵 Summary: Draco had successfully avoided British wizarding society for eight years, until necessity drove him to attend a swanky Ministry event. A chance encounter at that event sparks a passionate affair that just might change the course of Draco’s entire life.
📻 Until It All Comes Undone [E, 38.5k] 🖋️ Author: @mystickitten42 
🎵 Summary: Following his confrontation with Voldemort, Harry returns from King’s Cross Station completely changed. He wakes up at Privet Drive with no memory of his past, the war or magic. Petunia, widowed and suffering from empty nest syndrome, is only too happy to turn Harry into Dudley 2.0. But something’s not quite right. Plagued by recurring nightmares, Harry can’t help but feel something is missing. A bottle of his cousin’s LSD helps him to forget his worries… Magic may not be real, but the hallucinations and the hot blond he meets all feel pretty magical to Harry. Having turned his back on his family, Draco is determined to start over and do the right thing. But he’s never made good decisions when it comes to Harry Potter. When Potter—presumed dead, but very much alive—unexpectedly returns, Draco will do anything for a second chance. Even if it means pretending not to know who he is…
📻 When the Day Met the Night [M, 5.7k] 🖋️ Author: Albuss
🎵 Summary: When the day met the night, all was golden in the sky. In the middle of summer. The Battle of Hogwarts is through, and Harry, somehow, isn't. Draco isn't either. In rebellion against all they have endured, the two embark on a summer of adventure, seeking an ember of hope in the darkness. What they find is unforgettable.
📻 Born to Drown [M, 3.2k] 🖋️ Author: @floydig
🎵 Summary: Draco drives a Knight Bus in the slums of Paris. Sometimes his passengers remind him of Harry. But Harry left years ago. Now, Harry is married to Ginny, and Draco drives a bus. You laugh. “Sorry, I don't know why I’m laughing. It’s really not funny—your dad being dead and shrivelled.” “Fuck off.” I turn to face you. Your eyes are red, your pupils almost blown. Your skin is grey-tinged and sallow, and you're not the one who’s dead. “Merlin, Potter,” I say, hoarse. “How much bloody Dreamless did you shoot up this time?” “Enough for me to live.” You grin wide. “You want me to be alive, don’t you?” Your raw-bitten lips, your chipped teeth, your fucking mouth. I hate all of them, but really I don’t.
📻 Stop And Stare [T, 36.5k] 🖋️ Author: devilishcries
🎵 Summary: After surviving your everyday war-torn childhood, Harry had found a constant rhythm to his life. The thing is, he didn't quite like it. It was repetitive, dull, and he badly wanted to switch it up. So, when he stumbled upon Draco Malfoy on the verge of committing arson in a muggle library, he proposed a deal neither could refuse. (Well, Malfoy was desperately trying to refuse it. But that wasn't the point!) What he failed to factor in was how pretty Malfoy's hands were. One thing led to another, and suddenly, he was obsessed with the idea of holding them.
📻 Wicked Game [E, 20.9k] 🖋️ Author: @cassiopeiasshadow
🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco fall into a spring that allows them to enter into each other’s dreams - but Harry doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, not at first. Why does he keep seeing Draco having kinky sex with a dream version of Harry? And furthermore, why does he like it? Morpheus’ tail twitched irritably. “I warned you away from the poppies. The blame lies with you.” “Me? Potter’s to blame for this, he’s the one who dragged me out to this miserable -” “You would do well not to insult the home of those whom you ask for help,” said Morpheus coolly, though Harry saw a bit of detached amusement in his expression. Malfoy had no self awareness. It’s adorable how stupid he is, Harry thought, and then caught himself thinking Malfoy was adorable and became deeply troubled. “I’m…” Malfoy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “Sorry. Please - I need advice. I can’t keep him out of my dreams.”
📻 Dedication and Desperation [T, 6.1k] 🖋️ Author: meditationsinemergencies / @meditationswrites
🎵 Summary: Diagnosed with a rare and serious illness, Draco has mostly given up until Harry comes to visit.
📻 Famous [E, 23.9k] 🖋️ Author: fwooshy / @fw00shy
🎵 Summary: It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models. Harry is in the mood for...messy. And Draco Malfoy's looking like a walking disaster in the making.
📻 stitched and sewn [E, 7.9k] 🖋️ Author: @wheezykat
🎵 Summary: Harry shudders, fingertips pulsing against Draco’s thighs. He can feel the sharp, metal edge of Harry’s wedding band digging into his flesh, knows he’ll have a bruise there in the morning, a small imperfection that only he’d be able to see. It’s one of the only marks he’ll vanish, not wanting to think about its implications; the rest he’ll keep for himself. Slowly, Harry relaxes, shoulders sinking, breaths changing their cadence to a new tempo. Resigned, surrendered to this dance they do.
📻 Watch the Castles Burn [E, 21.3k] 🖋️ Author: @moonflower-rose
🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.
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📻 Modern Love [E, 61k, 5h29m] 🎙️ Podficcer: @lastontheboat 🖋️ Author: tackytiger
🎵 tackytiger’s original summary: Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.
📻 [Podfic] How Can I Live Without You? [Gen, 2.2k, 15min 29sec] 🎙️ Podficcer: Static_Whisper 🖋️ Author: ununquadius
🎵 ununquadius’ original summary: After Draco's death, Harry wonders how can he live without the one he loves when he's so far away.
📻 [Podfic] Keep Holding On [M, 33.3k, 3hrs 37min] 🎙️ Podficcer: @thunder-of-dragons 🖋️ Author: gnarf
🎵 gnarf’s original summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.
📻 [Podfic] Kill, Fuck, Marry [E, 12.7k, 1:27:55] 🎙️ Podficcer: @timothysboxers  🖋️ Author: lettersbyelise 
🎵 lettersbyelise’s original summary: Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.” Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.
📻 [Podfic] You Still Look Like a Movie / You Still Sound Like a Song [T, 3.2k, 19:43 min] 🎙️ Podficcer: bluedreaming / @blue--dreaming 🖋️ Author: shilo1364
🎵 shilo1364’s original summary: Harry Potter doesn't want to attend his ten-year Hogwarts Reunion Ball. He doesn't want to dance. And he *definitely* doesn't want to remember his former lover, Draco Malfoy. Of course, his life has never really been dictated by what he wants.
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One thing I’m really thankful for is that the 5.3 trim of ARR didn’t cut out Meffrid and the Ala Mhigan quests, or really do much of anything to change it. I kept having this lingering fear that it would be cut down into almost nothing, and that’s probably the Ala Mhigan stan in me who’s still disappointed over AM’s treatment in SB.
The Little Ala Mhigo quests are a bit of a long haul tbh, with characters sending you on the run around a couple of times. Most notably, in order to even talk to Gundobald, you have to gain the trust of another faction of the Resistance, which won’t talk to you until a man in the Waking Sands gives you an in by penning a letter of introduction to his former lover. Who is very mad at him. It’s a pretty damn good sense of just how insular Ala Mhigans are, and for pretty good reason. With the occupation of Ala Mhigo some 20 years ago, they tend to band together to keep from outside threats. (I’m reminded of a starting quest in Ul’dah --starting quest has you give some “questionable medicine” to Ala Mhigan refugees on Pearl Lane, who cant afford to do anything but take it. They know they’re essentially being experimented on, but they have no other medicine to take. It’s pretty bleak).
That being said, there’s a lot of character to these quests, and with Meffrid in particular. More than once I remember being surprised by him on my first playthrough, and that extends to this one as well. That bit where he fully admits to being too angry to properly convince anyone always strikes me as a good character tic -- it’s not often that you see characters know their own flaws and readily admit them, especially when a person’s life is on the line.
Anyways, Quarrymill is also your introduction to Gridanian ... ethics? Politics? If you didn’t start there, or you haven’t spent much time in the city proper doing quests. You’re told, repeatedly, that absolutely no help can be given to the refugees because the Elementals Will Not Allow It, and to defy them would bring down the anger of them on the entire forest. It’s um. Well. Christ I do not like Gridania at all. It fucking sucks tbh, between Albreda’s insistence that she’s one of the “lucky ones” who were permitted to live inside the Twelveswood, and her refusal to help her kinsman, and the amount of loops you have to go through in order to help heal Gallien. Like-- they literally haven’t done anything wrong, they need help and yet you’re the only person who’s willing to give it to them.
In one fell swoop, it paints a damning picture of Gridania, as well as works to give you some sympathy for the Ala Mhigan cause themselves, before you interact with Little Ala Mhigo proper.
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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Ayato Route ー Chapter 3
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ー The scene starts in the hotel room
Yui: ( Ayato-kun still hasn’t returned it seems... )
( I wonder where he went? Should I go look for him...? )
*Rustle rustle*
ー She goes down to the lobby
Yui: ( Ah, I recognize that back... )
Ayato-kun!
ー She runs up to him
Ayato: ...Chichinashi...
Yui: Where were you? I was worri...ーー
( ...Huh...? )
Hey, what’s wrong? You seem kind of tired...
Ayato: Shut up. I’m fine.
More importantly, are you well enough to be up and running again?
Yui: I’m fine, but...
Ayato: Mmh. Let’s go look for the locksmith together then.
Yui: Yeah...We have to find some sort of lead first though...
Ayato: I’ve got one. Seems like he’s hanging out in Saint Nore Park.
I found this person who spotted him there, you see...
Yui: Eh...?
( Then, could he have been looking around for the locksmith on his own this whole time...? )
Ayato: We might lose track of him again if we sit around too long. Let’s go.
Yui: Gotcha.
( ... )
ー She reaches for his hand
Ayato: ...Why did you grab my hand all of a sudden...?
Yui: S-Sorry...But...
( I was thinking of a way to say thank you and suddenly felt like doing this... )
Ayato: Hm, whatever. Anyway, let’s hurry.
Yui: Yeah!
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue
Yui: It’s still as crowded as ever...
Ayato: Yeah, you’re right...
Yui: ( What to do? Even if we know he’s here, with this many people around... )
Ayato: Well then. Guess it’s time for these bad boys to make an appearance.
Yui: ...? Ayato-kun, are those...?
Ayato: Hehe. I figured out what the dude looks like while I was gatherin’ information on him.
I drew this portrait of him. Whatcha think? There’s just no way we won’t find him with this, right?
Yui: ( ...I thought it was an animal of some sorts...But it’s actually a portrait... )
( Ayato-kun seems very confident but...I’m honestly a little worried... )
Ayato: ...What? Got a problem with my drawing?
Yui: Eh? ...No, that’s not it, but...
Ayato: ...? But, what?
Yui: Well...
Selection
→ Beg the question
Yui: ...No, it’s nothing...
Ayato: ...Hmm. Well, whatever.
→ Praise him (☾)
Yui: ...No, it’s nothing. I just thought your art style is very distinctive...
Ayato: Hah, right? You’ve got a good eye!
Yui: ( Either way...I feel as if I’ve seen this face somewhere before... )
( ...Am I just imagining things...? )
Ayato: ‘Kay! Let’s go ‘round the whole park showin’ people this portrait!
*TIMESKIP*
Ayato: Che, fuck...We’re not havin’ any luck...
Yui: Yeah...You’re right...
( We’ve been walking around the park asking others for information, but we haven’t even gotten any clues... )
( I guess it’s impossible with just a single portrait... )
Ayato: Hm? ...Ah!
Yui: ...What?
Ayato: Oi, take a look over there...!
Yui: Eh...?
???: Hahaha, then afterwards...
Yui: ( For some reason...That man vaguely looks like...the portrait drawn by Ayato-kun...? )
Ayato: It’s definitely him! Oi, let’s go!
Yui: Y-Yeah...!
( Way to go, Ayato-kun! ...I guess? )
ー They run up to the man
Ayato: Hey, Old Geezer! You’re the locksmith, right?
???: ...I can’t deny I’m the one and only but... ...! You’re that guy from yesterday...!
Yui: Eh? ...Ah! You’re...!
ー A flashback ensues
Vampire gentleman: I was shocked to find you passed out here! Did you come with someon...ーー
ー Ayato runs up to them
Ayato: ...Oi! What are you doin’ to her!? Back off at once!!
*THUD*
Vampire gentleman: Uguh!?
Yui: ...! Ayato-kun!?
ー The flashback ends
Yui: ( The guy who helped me yesterday...And who was kicked by Ayato-kun...! )
( Who would have thought he was actually the locksmith...! )
Locksmith: What do you want? I didn’t think I would run into you two again here...
Just when I was enjoying the Parade too...
Take a look! My smile has been turned upside down because of you!
Yui: W-We’re so sorry...!
Ayato: Che...For real? No wonder the guy struck me as familiar when I was drawin’ his portrait...
Listen, dude. I’m sorry for what I did yesterday...I was convinced you were...
Yui: Um, we truly feel sorry. It’s just, Ayato-kun honestly didn’t mean any harm. 
He just got the wrong idea and...Well...
Locksmith: Hmhp! A little late for those excuses now. Besides, I’m enjoying my vacation right now.
I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t disturb me. Now leave.
Yui: ...But...!
Ayato: Listen up. There’s somethin’ we wanna ask of you.
Locksmith: ...Of me?
*Cling*
Ayato: ...It’s this. We have to fix this key by the end of today, no matter what...
I’m beggin’ you. Can’t you please help us out?
Locksmith: ...And give me one good reason to do that!? The answer is no.
Ayato: Didn’t I say ‘please!?’ If not, she’ll...Yui will...
Yui: ...Ayato-kun...
Locksmith: What does she have to do with it?
Ayato: ...Long story short, we need your skill to be able to save her!
So stop complainin’ and help us out!
*Thud*
Yui: ...Ayato-kun! C-Calm down...!
Locksmith: Hmph! You should probably do something about that short temper of yours.
...Anyway, if I don’t fix that key, something bad will happen to the young lady over here, correct?
...I suppose I have no other choice then. Let me make you an offer then.
Ayato: An offer?
Locksmith: Exactly. I challenge you to a game of go-cart. If you win, I will help you out.
Yui: ...! Really?
Locksmith: Yes, I mean it. Hey, you. This is how you negotiate with someone. Take mental note.
Ayato: Che, the fuck? This locksmith thinks he’s the shit...I don’t like him.
But fine. I just need to beat you in a go-cart race, right? Challenge accepted! You better brace yourself!
Oi, watch me, Chichinashi. I’m takin’ this victory home for sure.
Yui: Yeah...!
( Good luck, Ayato-kun...! )
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Explanation: The player controls the go-cart of the character. Hitting the obstacles will slow you down. By touching the arrow, you can speed up. Use the D-pad to alternate lanes and reach the finish before time runs out.
You can play this game in EASY, NORMAL or HARD mode.
Ayato: Awesome, I win!
Locksmith: I didn’t think you could win against me in a go-cart race. ...As to be expected of Karlheinz’s son.
Yui: Eh? You knew...?
Locksmith: ...Guess so. That’s exactly why I wanted to beat him.
Ayato: Anyway, you’ll fix this key as you promised, right?
Locksmith: Yeah, of course. You won fair and square after all.
Ayato: I did it, Yui!
ー He scoops her up in his arms
*Rustle*
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Yui: Kyah!
( Gosh, Ayato-kun...! )
Ayato: Heh! Didn’t I tell you? Yours Truly never loses...
There’s nobody out there who can beat me. I’m always number one!
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to the locksmith’s shop
Locksmith: Well then, come on in.
*Thud*
Yui: ( Wow. There’s many keys I’ve never seen before... )
Locksmith: ...Well then, show me the broken key.
Ayato: Yeah. It’s this bad boy.
*Cling*
Locksmith: ...Hm, this is...
...
Yui: ( ...He went quiet. He looks a little troubled... )
Ayato: Oi, what do you say? You can fix it, right?
Locksmith: ...I can. However...I will need a special mineral to do so.
Yui: A special...mineral?
Ayato: You just have to attach one side to the other, right!? Then why not use whatever you have laying ‘round to glue it together!?
Locksmith: ...No, that won’t work. Well, let me just show you. For example, if I try to use this metal...
*Cling cling*
*Thud*
Ayato: ...!?
Yui: ( ...The metal bounced off...? )
Locksmith: ...See? This key has been manufactured in a special way and can only be fixed by using an identical material.
It’ll be difficult to repair the key without the right mineral.
Yui: No way...
Ayato: Then we just gotta dig up that mineral from somewhere, right!? Where can we find it?
Locksmith: Even here in the Demon World, you can only find it in a select few locations.
The closest site would be...Right. The abandoned mine on Smaragd Volcano...
That place used to be a goldmine for all sorts of minerals. I’m sure you could still dig some up to this day.
Ayato: The volcano, right? ‘Kay, gotcha! Oi, Chichinashi! We’re leavin’ right away. Follow me!
*Rustle*
Yui: Ah! Ayato-kun!
ー The scene shifts to Diamante Fountain
Ayato: That bein’ said, how are we gonna get to this abandoned mine...?
It can’t be helped...The Four-Eyes might just know a good way.
Okay, I’m gonna send him a message through my Familiar.
*Flap flap flap*
Yui: ( ...Ayato-kun’s trying his very best... )
( He barely got any sleep last night either, did he...? I feel kind of bad... )
( For one, I wonder if this stuff we’re doing right now is really what the Count expects from us...? )
( I won’t deny that we broke into his house and broke the key, but... )
ー A flashback ensues
???: ...Exactly. While everyone else is too preoccupied with the Parade.
???: ...I will act as the decoy. ...As for the location, is Zartan’s Mouth okay?
???: Yes, I do not mind. However, there’s a few issues...
ー The flashback ends
Yui: ( They were being kind of suspicious, right...? )
( I wonder what exactly that key is for...? )
( If those guys are trying to commit a crime using that key... )
( We basically aided them in that, no...? )
( In that case, the Count will... )
Ayato: Oi, what’s wrong? You’ve got a frown on your face...
Yui: ...Ayato-kun...
Ayato: I got a response from Reiji. That bastard really knows all the weird shit, huh?
But it saved our ass this time. It seems like we’ll need some tools, so let’s go collect them right away.
Yui: Y-Yeah...But...
Ayato: ...? What?
Yui: Shouldn’t you take a little break first?
You know...You haven’t been able to rest at all since yesterday, right?
Ayato: ...That’s what you’re worried about? I’m totally fine.
Besides, it’s my fault all of this happened in the first place, right?
You really think I can sit still and rest now...?
Yui: ( Ayato-kun... )
Ayato: The quickest route to the volcano is to take a gondola and go up the canal.
I’m sure you’re tired as well, but let’s push through a lil’ longer and rest on the journey there, ‘kay?
Yui: ...I’m fine. I’m much more worried about you...
Ayato: Didn’t you hear me when I said I’m fine? You weirdo. ...Let’s go.
Yui: Yeah...
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to Rubien Canal
Ayato: Accordin’ to Reiji’s message, there’s a lake at the end of this canal.
And the entrance to the mountain should be somewhere in the nearby forest.
Yui: ...
Ayato: ...? Oi, what’s wrong? You’ve been actin’ off this whole time, you know?
...You’re not feeling sick again, are you?
Yui: ...I’m not! There’s just been something on my mind...
Ayato: On your mind? What is it? Tell me.  You shouldn’t keep secrets from me.
Yui: ...It’s about that key...
Ayato: ...The key?
Yui: ...Yeah. I was just wondering what they’d use that key for...
Ayato: ...Well, it didn’t seem like they’re up to any good.
Yui: ...! You think so too?
Ayato: I mean, those dudes in the basements were obviously actin’ suspicious, no?
They were hella pissed we listened in on their conversation as well. I’m sure they’re up to something.
Yui: ...In that case, what we’re doing right now is...
Ayato: ...Hmph. But you know, what’s the point in worryin’ ‘bout that?
Anyway, it’s my fault the key broke...
If they won’t forgive me unless I get it fixed, then I have no other choice.
That’s all the Count told us. We don’t exactly have the time to worry ‘bout what comes after, right?
Yui: You’re not wrong but...
Ayato: Oh, seems like we’re here.
ー The scene shifts to Tilkeys Falls
Yui: ( Waah...What a beautiful place. )
Ayato: ‘Kay, let’s keep goin’. Here, gimme your hand.
Yui: Yeah.
*Rustle*
( Swan-shaped boats...Everyone seems to having a lot of fun... )
( I would have loved to come here on a date with Ayato-kun instead... )
( However, now’s not the time for that. )
Ayato: ...
*Rustle*
Yui: ...Kyah!
( Ayato-kun, out of nowhere...! )
Ayato: Why do you keep makin’ those gloomy expressions?
Don’t worry. Once we find the right mineral real quick and get the key repaired...
I’ll for sure retrieve your heart from the Count, okay?
Then afterwards, let’s enjoy ourselves here to the fullest before headin’ home. How does that sound?
Yui: Ayato-kun...
( Could it be, he’s trying to cheer me up...Right? )
Fufu. You’re right. We better hurry then.
Ayato: Yeah!
ー The scene shifts to the mine site
Ayato: Che, this place’s pretty slippery...Oi. Watch your step, ‘kay?
Yui: Yeah...
( It’s pretty creepy in here...It looks rather worn out as well... )
( It won’t collapse, right...? I’m a little worried... )
*Thud*
Ayato: There we go...Guess ‘round here should do. Let’s try diggin’ into the ground.
Yui: I’ll start over here then...
Ayato: No, you don’t need to help out. I’d rather not have you collapse on me again. Just sit there and watch, ‘kay?
Yui: ...But...!
Ayato: I just said it’s fine, right? Anyway, let’s get started! Heave...hoh!
*THUD*
*Rustle*
Ayato: Uwah!
Yui: Kyaah!
Ayato: Che, bats...? Don’t give me a scare...There...!
*THUD THUD*
Ayato: Reiji knew more ‘bout the mineral.
It’s some kind of magic crystal about the size of a fist which gives off a silver shine.
Yui: Silver...? 
Ayato: Yeah. That’s why the dark will work to our advantage! If it shimmers, we should be able to spot it right away!
*THUD*
*Rustle*
Yui: Kyah!
( Again...! Is something lurking around...? )
Ayato: Hah, whatcha pissin’ your pants for? I bet it’s some lower class Familiar again?
*Flap flap*
Ayato: Che, it’s hella noisy though. It keeps on distractin’ me. I’ll chase it away!
*Thud*
Ayato: Imma go take a look up ahead so you stay here, ‘kay?
ー Ayato walks away
Yui: A-Ayato-kun...
( He left...Will he be okay...? )
Ayato: Hm? The fuck’s this? ...Wait. Uwah!? 
*CAW*
Ayato: Uwaahーー!!
Yui: ...!? Ayato-kun!?
( O-Oh no...! )
ー She rushes to his side
Yui: Ayato-kun, what’s wrong!?
( ...He’s gone...? )
Ayato-kunーー!?
*Flap*
Ayato: Chichinashiーー!!
*CAW*
Yui: Kyaah!!
( Ayato-kun...! He’s been caught by a giant eagle!! )
( W-What should I do...!? I have to save him...! )
Ayato-kun! I’ll be right thereーー!
Ayato: Forget that! Look! Inside its nest!
Yui: Eh?
Ayato: You can see it right!? There’s a silver light! Couldn’t that be the crystal!?
Yui: Ah...!
( He’s right...! There’s various silver crystals inside the eagle’s nest...! )
Ayato: Hurry up and take one! Make haste!!
Yui: ( B-But... )
*Chirp chirp chirp*
T-The chicks have got their wings wrapped around them...If I get close, I’m sure... 
( The Mother bird will get upset...! )
*Flap flap*
*CAW*
Ayato: Like we have the time to worry ‘bout that! Hurry up while I keep the big one busy!
Yui: O-Okay...
ー Yui runs over to the nest
*Chirp chirp chirp*
Yui: I-I’m sorry...I only need one, okay...
*Rustle*
( Those crystals seem very dear to them...Right, I’m pretty sure birds are known to like sparkly things... )
...
*Flap flap*
*CAW*
Yui: ...Kyaah!
Ayato: Fuck! Seems like she noticed you!
What are you takin’ your sweet time for!? Just snatch one already! ...Uwah!?
*THUD*
Ayato: ...Ow...
*Flap flap*
*CAW*
Ayato: You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me! Look! The eagle returned to her nest. Now it won’t be easy to get close to it.
That was our chance! What are you doin’...!? 
Yui: B-But...!
( I just can’t...! Even if it’s from an eagle, it’d still make us thieves...! )
*Flap flap*
*CAW*
Yui: ( ...She’s wary of us... )
Ayato-kun, let’s go outside for now...
Ayato: Haah? Are you givin’ up? But why...!?
ー Yui walks away
Ayato: Oi, wait! Chichinashi!
ー The scene shifts to the entrance of the mine
Ayato: ...God, what are you playin’ at!? We were so close!
Yui: I’m sorry...But listen...
Those chicks were holding the stones so very dearly...
I just couldn’t bring myself to take them away...
Ayato: Haah? They’re eagles, remember? The fuck you sayin’...!?
Yui: B-But you know...We’re going around trying to clear our name so...
So don’t you think that by stealing something valuable from those eagles, we’d just be committing another misduct? 
Ayato: ...
Yui: Besides, when dealing with a human, we can always apologize and explain the situation to them.
However, when it’s an eagle, we would never be able to get their forgiveness, right...?
Once I realized that, I just couldn’t bring myself to steal the crystal...
Ayato: ...Haah. You really love to overthink stuff, don’t you...?
But well, whatever. No point in crying over spilled milk.
Let’s look for a different way for now. We still have to get our hands on one of those crystals no matter what after all.
Yui: ( Ayato-kun...He understood... )
Want to move locations and try digging along the tunnel? I’ll help this time too...
Ayato: Mmh. Well...Guess we have no other choice...
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In what followed, the two of us went on our way,
digging around the entire mining site,
but we were unable,
to find the magic crystal.
With both of us completely exhausted,
we had no other choice but to return to the city empty-handed.
ー The scene shifts to café Tarte Tatin
*Cling*
Ayato: ...So what are we gonna do now...?
Yui: ...Yeah...
( For real, what should we do? )
( We have to get the key repaired by the end of today...Yet, we weren’t able to find the crystal in the end... )
Ayato: Say, I’ve been thinkin’. Don’t you think that Count might have one of those crystals in his possession?
He’s been goin’ ‘round stealing treasures from all ‘round the Demon World, so he’s bound to have one or two magical crystals amongst his collection...
Yui: ...I can definitely picture it...
( We had no other choice but to steal from the eagle to repair the key...I’m sure the Count watched all of that go down as well... )
( He might just be able to give us some advice at least... )
...Good point. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask
Ayato: We don’t exactly have much other choice. With that settled, let’s quickly finish our meal and get goin’.
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to Rubien Canal
Ayato: Oh, oi! Check that out!
Yui: Eh?
Waah...!
Ayato: It’s the Water Parade. Seems like we got here just on time.
Yui: Yeah, you’re right. It’s really pretty...
Ayato: ...
Say, listen...
Yui: Eh?
Ayato: ‘Bout the eagle’s nest from earlier...I’m sorry.
You actually weighed your options, didn’t you? Yet I kept on givin’ you crap for it...
Yui: ...
It’s fine. I should apologize as well. 
Even though...You tried so hard to get that crystal...
Ayato: ...Hey, Yui. Lift your face.
ー He steps closer
Yui: Eh? ...Nn...
Ayato: Nn...
*Smooch*
Yui: ( ...What a gentle kiss... )
( It’s always as if his kindness is being conveyed to me... )
Ayato: ...Nn...
*Smooch*
Yui: ( I can tell even if he doesn’t say it out loud. That deep down... )
( He’s really thinking of what’s best for me... )
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
← RETURN TO CHAPTER 2
→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 4]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ SUBARU]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ RUKI]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ KOU]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #4 [W/ YUMA]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #5 [W/ SHIN]
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Other MGG Characters Masterlist
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This is where I keep all information about non-Spencer Reid pieces.
If you're looking for my S.R. Blurb Masterlist, look here. If you're looking for my S.R. SFW Masterlist, look here. If you're looking for my S.R. NSFW Masterlist, look here. If you're looking for my CM PolyAm Masterlist, look here. If you're looking for my Other CM Characters, look here. If you're looking for my Works in Progress, look here.
READ MY REQUESTING GUIDELINES BEFORE REQUESTING. That being said, you’ll notice the titles of these pieces all begin with a specific letter for each character. On top of normal requests for these characters, I also accept “Title Requests,” where you provide a title and I’ll try to come up with a plot!
Thanks for reading ☺️
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SFW Fics
Sunflowers: (Fem!Reader Where Reader’s honey supply gets saved by an even sweeter guy named Chip.
Sweet Cherries: (GN!Reader) Chip can tie a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue.
Sprinkles (Blurb): (GN!Reader) Chip thinks he’s on a date. He’s still not sure. 
NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Saltwater: (Fem!Reader, Smut) You take a liking to the community landscaper and decide its high time to act out the pool boy fantasy you’ve always dreamed of.
Satisfaction Guaranteed: (Fem!Reader, Smut) Reader’s handyman wasn’t joking when he said satisfaction was guaranteed.
Secrets with the Secretary: (Fem!Reader, Smut) Reader hired a secretary for... business reasons.   
Say Please (Blurb): (GN!Reader, Smut) Chip gets a well-deserved blowjob.
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Melancholia: (GN!Reader) Lesley helps Reader through a depressive episode. 
Monkshood (Blurb): (Fem!Reader) Lesley wants to know how to say “fuck you” in flowers. 
NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Mexican Margaritas: (Fem!Reader) Where Reader meets sunshine personified, and they help each other through their break ups.
Mates: (GN!AFAB!Reader) Lesley and Reader didn’t think through the timing of this hookup.
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Breakfast Run: (GN!Reader) Reader went for a breakfast run and came back with 6 new friends.
NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Bell the Cat: (Fem!Reader) Wes meets a girl dressed as a cat at a Halloween party and decides to tame her.
Baby Fever: (Fem!Reader) Wes wants to help you with your baby fever.
Baby It’s Cold Outside: (Fem!Reader) Wes has a rule about not dating coworkers. Well... had a rule.
Bound (Blurb): (AFAB!Reader) Wes gets a new collar.
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Patience: (Fem!Reader) Raymond reconnects with his dead girlfriend.
NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Petty Pair: (Fem!Reader) Reader wants to fuck Raymond to spite his father. Raymond thinks that’s really hot, actually.
Phantasmagoria: (Fem!Reader)Raymond is pretty sure that the girl he spent the night with was not of this world. 
Personal Image (Blurb): (GN!Reader) Reader just wants Raymond to see what they see.
Past Love (Blurb): (GN!Reader) Raymond has a wet dream about you, who he is pretty (but not totally) sure isn’t dead.
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NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Lover’s Lane: (Fem!Reader) Franklin finds out the real reason his childhood best friend is trying to get better at bowling.
Lane Courtesy: (Fem!Reader) The new girl at the alley is a distraction.
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NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Damsel: (Fem!Reader, Smut) You find a group to stick with in the zombie apocalypse, and Kyle is the only one with a bed big enough for two people.
Dastardly Deeds (Blurb): (Fem!Reader, Smut) Kyle and his girlfriend play a game of chase in the forest. He wins.
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NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Twin Flames (Blurb): (AFAB!Reader) Thorn realizes you are his other half, and together you make a new soul.
Tantalizing Taste: (AFAB!Reader) Vampire!AU. Reader finds Thorn in front of a Samhain altar for himself.
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Conflicted (Blurb): (AFAB!Reader) Caleb is good at resisting temptation... and then you came along.
Other Requested Characters (TBA):
Joe Harper (Band of Robbers) and Ziggy (Beautiful Girl).
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Arvin Russell: 
All those nights (fluff) 
Arvin has another nightmare and seeks comfort in the arms of the fem!reader
Church (fluff)
The fem!reader helps Arvin take care of the preacher 
Treat you better (fluff)
Request: Maybe like a friends to lover trope, where Arvin sees your shitty ex and then when trying to make you feel better he accidentally confesses?
Tom Holland:
Tides of Drowned Affections (Prof!Tom, fake dating)
The reader has never been close with her family, but when she's ordered to come home for her sister's wedding, (y/n) is in need of a helping hand. Or: When a panic attack is the reason Professor Holland takes on the role of the reader's boyfriend.
Distraction (Prof!Tom, smut, personal fave)
After years of being professor Holland’s student, the reader finally finishes her studies and joins the team as a young professor – allowing the two to finally give into their teasing.
The Painting (Prof!Tom, smut)
Professor Holland takes his students on a trip, exploring art galleries, admiring paintings he can barely spare any attention to, mind fully focused on her, the student he found himself. drawn to like a moth to a flame
2am Texts (Prof!Tom, smut)
An unknown number texts Tom in the middle of the night, forcing his attention away from grading his stack of exams. And somehow he finds himself obsessed with the stranger that keeps holding contact with him.
Lovers like Orpheus and Eurydice (Prof!Tom, smut)
Professor Holland hates the reader, and she hates him. But when she applies for the position as his TA, things start to change and somewhere along the way - between an argument and spending the night together - they fall for one another.
The Darkest Night (Purge themed, smut)
The reader decides to purge, to kill the woman that has ruined her reputation, but she certainly didn't expect to cross paths with her boyfriend in the darkest night of the year.
Catch Me If You Can - Hitman!Tom (smut)
When three men break into their house in the middle of the night, with guns pointed at their heads, Tom and the reader are forced to flee. Hidden in a cabin in the middle of the forest, secrets are being shared and lies get uncovered. Lies that could easily rip the married couple apart.
Coffee Stains - Professor Holland (smut)
Things between (y/n) and her history professor have always been weird, but perhaps their hatred only pushes them closer together.
TomH1996 (smut)
Once lovers, now enemies. Once Highschool sweethearts, now full of hate. But maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea for Tom to visit a camming website, maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea to watch her videos.
Red Carpet (smut)
Tom and the reader walk the red carpet together, after the movie screening they fuck in the nearest restroom.
Dripping Syrup - Tom Holland x fem!reader (roommates smut)
Who would have thought that it would only take a few drops of syrup to push the two roommates closer together, finally falling into place in one another's embrace?
Train - Tom Holland x fem!reader (pwp, smut)
Tom fucks the reader in an empty train compartment.
Confess to me - Mob!Tom x angel!reader (smut, absolute personal fave)
She gets offered one last chance to make it back into the holy realm, one last chance to prove her worth - turning a sinner pure can’t be that difficult, can it? 
Penny Lane Café - Tom Holland x fem!reader (smut)
They had met at the Penny Lane Café, had fallen in love on a gloomy afternoon, months before she’d break his heart. Now, years later as she is asked to interview him, they seem to fall back into their routine, falling in love all over again.
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Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3
Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.
A/N: Aftermath of the dance! We learned about the rest of Billy’s night. Both babies struggling before school starts up again. TW: Pica and self loathing. Mentions of guys pursuing underage girls. Taglist open!!!
Chapter 6: Hard Candy
   “Anyone up?”
   “No, everyone is hungover.” Evie looked around. Everything frosted this morning like a peaceful snow globe. Eternal winter. Gorgeous and destructive. She didn’t kiss Fredrick goodbye. “Thank you.”
   “We’ll talk again when school starts up. Don’t call, it’s too risky."
   "But-"
   "I’m just...risking everything to be with you, do you know that?”
   He snatched her wrist when he said that. Pressed down on the pulse there. It sped.
   “Yes...I’ll be careful. Do you still love me this morning?” Unsure of what answer would scare her more.
   He smiled, grip loosening.
   "Yes."
   That sufficed. Evie slid out in her dress from yesterday. Watched some dead leaves whirl through the forest before she got onto the sidewalk. Cherry Lane awaited. Bowers turned his car on to slip away unnoticed so she could walk to her house. Mona's car was gone which meant errands. 
   And whoever her mother brought home to celebrate the New Year with hadn’t stayed.
   Evie had the displeasure of running into a few at breakfast. These men who never lasted. Who froze like a deer in headlights to offer sheepish smiles as if she was stupid about why they were there. Who thought they'd be back. Ha ha. Thankfully, Mona mostly slept with guys not from Hawkins. 
   Billy’s Camaro was nowhere in sight either. Evie went into her house. Greeted Bourbon and crossed to the bedroom. The mess there replayed all of last night again. Dresses strewn all over her bed. Makeup spread on the vanity. 
   Evidence of a girl excited to have a great night. With a striking boy. Where she felt beautiful. She pictured herself holding dresses against her body at the mirror. Spinning. Happy.
   Wishes.
   Evie sucked in some air. Tied her hair back. Hung each dress up again. Pulled her own garment off and tossed it in the trash.
   “Maroon is stupid.” She mused in her bra and underwear. “You should have worn blue.” Sighing to sit at the vanity, fingers rubbed her eyes pink. She organized makeup. Tried and failed to avoid the reflection in the mirror.
   Her mother wouldn’t want to hear of this. So, Evie tried to look on the bright side. Pressed her palms flat. Looked at the mirror. 
   “I danced with a boy. A pretty boy and he made me feel…”
   Isn’t it funny? Pretty funny. The words caught. Piled up and went back down her throat. Perched like they could become a scream but never returned with a vengeance.
   She looked at her skin. Excess flesh. It didn't always bother her. Evie knew what she looked like and how the world preferred to see her.
   A fist banged into her collar. Growling, she beat at herself. Unable to stop. Weak little bashes against herself.
   “Why?" She clenched. "Why do you look like this!”
   Fists rubbed her eyes again raw so no tears could flow. Nothingness. Just her soul spinning out of control all sweet and silent. She always did the world and her mother that courtesy. No use crying over spilled milk, just appreciate what you have. Depression and anger, those were ungrateful little phases and pushing them aside was ingrained into her synapses.
   Mona made it look so easy.
   Evie knocked into the side table, sending her needle felting project to the floor.
   “Fuck.” Snatching items up, a sharp edge plucked her finger.
   Blood beaded against the skin. A single prick like Sleeping Beauty. Evie calmed at the grim sight. Brought the finger to her lips. Sucked.
   Slowly picked up everything else and saw a shiny button there. The same color as her dress from last night. Two fingers held it up so light could stream into the holes. Tiny heavens opening.
   Her mouth watered. She no longer heard the laughter. Fredrick’s heavy breathing in her ear. Her mother chided her to smile through pain. Take bitter life pills with a spoonful of sugar. More noise fluttered away. Thunder while she hid in a dark closet. A hand on her leg.
   Evie ran the big, acrylic button across her lip. Clicked it on her teeth and liked the sounds. Wind chimes in the fall glimmering.
   Hard candy.
   It slipped along her tongue. Shifted around saliva. Evie tipped her head back. Eased it down her throat as if it were another bitter pill.
   Why do this? Just to see if she could. To see what would happen. To silence all the chaos she choked down.
   Dead silence when it was done. Evie sat there tracing her lips with curious fingers. Pictured the pretty button decorating her insides. She could make art inside herself. Snapping her heart back together.
   The exact sensations drained.
   Tired and sore, Evie crawled under her bed covers. Decided to sleep and dream as deep as she could.
** ** **
   Billy’s night before wasn’t much better.
   “What the fuck?” He had blazed back into that shitty bar. Found Brock laughing around his friends and grasped his shirt. “You-”
   “Billy, I think you want to let me go, my dad has too much influence. He’s friends with your mayor, you know.” Brock had his hands up to wave his boys off. Billy growled low at him, inches away.
   “You think I give a shit that you’re rich?”
   “I”m just saying I can make shit difficult on your family. I’m sure your daddy won’t like that, I hear you guys make a lot of noise on Cherry Lane. Could make Fenny’s life harder too, if you care.”
   Billy’s grip loosened and Brock smiled. Tommy saw Billy's eyes change and hadn't even chuckled when the boy returned.
   “Aw, Hargrove’s gotta little crush. That’s cute.” More laughter. 
   That did it.
   A fist smashed into his cheek.
   Brock was sent flying back out of his chair at the same time Billy raced out. Didn't care to watch and enjoy the sight of that boy nearly doing a back flip.
   Money tore from his pocket and shoved into Bubble’s hand.
   “Take this.” Billy didn’t count how much he’d given her. Picking up the pace before Brock and his goons could pursue him. 
   “Billy!” Tommy had called after him, but the boy was out into the cold and headed toward his car.
   Evie was long gone. He still scanned the city in his Camaro trying to spot those brown curls and that maroon dress. Felt like an hour passed. She looked empty when she’d left.
   Billy almost wished she’d cried or hit him. Something. Anything.
   “Shit.” He pulled up to a little blonde waiting in the chill. Holding an oversized jacket close and craning to see down the street. “Hey, weren’t you Brock’s date?” Her face was pinched in discomfort. Shifting steps before she gave a nod. Seemed smaller there alone as drunks rushed about in celebration. “What are you doing?”
   “Mm...waiting for the taxi.” She had a paper towel pinched between her fingers, trying to get a wet stain out of her dress collar. Billy’s gut twisted because he knew what it was. 
   “Get in, I’ll drive you home.” Billy sat back and waited. Reluctantly, she crossed over to join him. Face splotchy like she might have teared up earlier. Pulling pins out of her hairstyle. Billy figured Brock must have ruined it getting his blowy.
   “Thank you.” 
   He revved to go in response after getting the address. Stony and intent on the road for once.
   “It’s this one.” Was all she said once they’d gotten close to her building. Run down and dilapidated. Reminded Billy of the shitty apartment complex he’d lived in with his dad after mom walked out.
   “How old are you?” Billy turned to see her and she cringed.
   “I’m...fourteen.”
   Fourteen. Barely a year older than Max. 
   And he’d only been fourteen when...
   Nausea swept up his throat. Billy hitched to breathe and dug into his pocket for whatever was left of the cash Brock gave him. Felt like a true piece of shit.
   “That guy, don’t go near him again. He asks you to come out or do things for him. Like sexual things... Don’t do it. Just stay away from him. Got it?” Billy reached out and dropped the wad of crumpled cash into her palms. “And don’t get into anymore cars with older boys. They’re gonna hurt you.”
   “You’re not gonna hurt me.”
   “No, kid, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Billy gestured. “Go inside, it's cold.”
   She listened, getting out to disappear into the building. Billy rubbed his eyes because they watered. Music turned up to drown the world out before he skidded off. Made it back into Hawkins and parked at Lover’s Lake.
   Decided sleeping in his Camaro was the better idea than going home. Not wanting to face Evie’s bedroom window or her old, scrutinizing cat. She wanted nothing to do with him.
   Reclined in the back seat, Billy touched his lips and fell into an uneasy rest.
   Woke with his head pounding and birds calling out. A truly grey day. He huffed to get out, pissed near a tree, and made it home to park in the driveway next to Neil’s car. Hadn’t left for work yet.
   A groan as Billy climbed the steps to go in, felt like he might vomit at the scent of a warm breakfast. Susan playing housewife. Setting plates at the table between Neil and Max.
   “Billy, are you hungry?” She caught him. Billy eyed his father reading the paper.
   “No.”
   “Come, sit down. Eat the nice breakfast Susan made.” Neil’s snap had Billy turning to plop down. He looked like hammered shit. Susan settled a plate of fluffy eggs and bacon down in front of him. Max was staring so Billy shot her a look to stop. “What do you say?”
   “Thank you, Susan.” Billy rasped, picking up a fork. 
   “What’d you do last night?” Neil asked without looking up from his paper.
   “Just some party.” A shrug followed. Susan had sat down with her own plate when the doorbell rang.
   “Answer that.” Neil pointed her off so she left her plate to get cold and went into the next room. Billy wondered if Susan's ever eaten a warm meal after getting with his dad.
   “Susan!” Mona’s chirpy voice piped up.
   Billy dropped a bit of eggs in his lap. Had Evie told her?
   “I’m so sorry to bug you early. Can I trouble you for a cup of flour? My poor Evie’s taken ill, I wanted to make her something nice for breakfast. Forgot to pick some up, I didn’t know we ran out. For pancakes. I’ll owe ya.”
   Billy’s eyes were darting all over the table.
   “No problem, come in.” Susan came back in with a measuring cup. “Sorry to hear about Evie.”
   “Just an upset stomach, a couple of my fluffiest pancakes should do the trick.” Mona had followed. “Morning all. Happy New Year. I hope Hawkins made good on the festivities.”
   Billy couldn’t look at her. Just shifted scrambled eggs around aimlessly.
   Neil peered at Mona’s tight clad legs in her little shift dress. Already looking her best this morning after running quick daylight errands.
   “Now, Max, I’d love to see you at my salon with your mama.” Mona clasped her hands and Max snickered because she hinted at that every time she saw the younger girl.
   “We’ll be sure to visit before school starts up again. Won’t we, Max?” Susan filled the cup.
   “Be sure to bring, Billy, I love doing boy’s hair too.”
   “You might convince him to cut this all off.” Neil remarked plainly when Billy’s tired eyes lifted. Mona just smiled.
   “The boys love to look like rock stars these days, sir. It's the in thing.” She took the flour. “I’ll leave you to your meal. Say, how about I make you your first dinner of the new year? I know it’s been such a change.”
   Susan opened her mouth and shut it, peered at Neil for his answer.
   “That’s a wonderful offer,” he replied, “only if we can bring the dessert.”
   There he was. The charming family man.
   Mona gave a cute giggle.
   “I’ll take you up on that. Is six alright?”
   “We’ll be there, Mona, thank you. I hope Evie feels better by then.” Susan wiped her hands on a towel and showed her friend out. 
   “Oh, she’ll be fine. My girl's strong.”
   Billy grew bright pink. Fuck.
   Susan came back to sit down. Got a few bite in before Neil stood and kissed her cheek. Dug a few bills out of his wallet.
   “Make what you like, have it ready.”
   “Thank you, honey.” She jumped when Neil unceremoniously smacked the back of Billy’s head.
   “What!” He cringed away in his chair, dropping the fork with a clatter.
   “You see the kind of attention you get when you look like a fucking fa-”
   “She was just being nice.” Billy shot back.
   Neil sneered and was already making his way out. Max wordlessly reached to pick up the fork and settled it next to his plate. She eyed him again once the door slammed and Neil made his way to work. Susan stared at her cold eggs.
   “We should go.” Max sighed. Something happened between him and Evie. Something ugly. “To the salon.”
   “You hate that shit.” Billy lost his appetite and sat back. Pushing up out of his chair.
   “We’ll need a ride anyways. Neil always has the car and it’s better than the bus.”
   “Do I look like I’m your damn taxi?” Billy snapped. Noted Susan flinching, but she didn’t get between them. Max sat straighter. Too calm and observant.
   “No, you look sad.” 
   “Fuck off.” Billy shoved up and left his plate there.
   “Maxine.” Susan stood. “Billy-”
   A door slammed. Max debated it and went after him.
   “Don’t, he’s upset.” Susan snatched her daughter’s wrist. 
   “Yeah and he’s not Neil.” Max slipped off, leaving Susan to frown at her plate and pull her sleeves down a little lower.
   Summoning more courage, Max knocked.
   “Go away.” Came the muffled reply she ignored. Pushing in. “Just fucking go away.”
   Billy was under the covers. Having tossed his jeans and shoes aside. He didn’t raise his voice, it only got raspier. 
   “Didn’t you take Evie to that party? What happened?” Max shut the door. Crossed toward the bed.
   “Doesn’t matter.”
   “She came home before you. This orange car passed when I was sitting in the open garage fixing my wheel. I saw Evie come out at the end of the street and go home. She looked upset.”
   “An orange car?”
   “Yeah, like a rusty orange. Old car too, a Plymouth like my dad used to drive. I saw a man in the front seat. He looked like a dad too. Evie was in the car with him.”
   Billy’s head lifted to see her. Max didn't often see this look on her brother's face. Horror.
   “A dad?”
   “I don’t know, it was weird. He didn’t drop her off at her house. He passed it and she walked back.” Max shrugged, dared to sit on the bed when Billy pushed up.
   “Did you see his face?”
   “I think I’ve seen him before, I don’t know where. I was too far away. He kinda looked like Neil. Lighter hair.”
   “Mustache. Blond.” Billy’s eyes searched. He got up. “Gotta shower.”
   “Billy, what’s going on?”
   “Nothing, Max." A dismissive hand waved. "Just stay out of it.”
   “You messed up, didn’t you?” She paused when he whirled around. Thought he’d get upset. But, he only exhaled and turned to go. Stopping again when his thought was too much.
   “Max, you know not to get into cars with older guys. Right? Even if they’re pretty? Even if they call you pretty too.” Billy found her eyes and looked defeated. Something else rare for him to show.
   “Duh.” Max shrugged. A beat. “You haven’t told Neil about Lucas.”
   “You haven’t knocked my dick in the dirt with a fucking nail bat. Don't care that you see boys as long as they don't... Just don't let Neil know you hang out with them.” He opened the door. “Out.”
   Max beamed a little.
   “Apologize to Evie.” She passed with an obvious huff.
   As if it was that easy.
** ** **
   “Mom, I really don’t feel good.” Evie mopped around in a robe after taking a long shower. Mona was touching her forehead. A barely there graze before she went to sort some items in the cupboard.
   “You feel fine. It’s just dinner. Socializing is good for the soul.”
   “Mom, I really don’t-”
   “Evie, just smile for a few hours. Please, I want them to feel welcome. You can do that.” Mona waved her hand about.
   Evie shut her mouth. Flashed teeth beyond twitching lips. Moved to go off into her room where Bourbon sat sleeping. His eyes cracked before he gave a purr and resumed slumber.
   "Least one of us had a good New Years." Evie organized some empty decorative boxes and dishes on one of her bookshelves. Hummed in thought at another shelf full of collectibles. Felt the cool metal of an antique key no bigger than her pinkie.
   It tasted vaguely bloody. Clanked around in her mouth. Harsher than the button. Such a forbidden thing. That much was almost thrilling. Evie tried once to push it down. Choked. Coughed it up onto her desk with a small clatter.
   Just grin and bear it. You can suck it up, Mona said in her head. Encouragement. Always necessary. Evie picked up the key, spit trails came from it. Forced it to the back of her tongue. Swallowed once. Twice.
   It seeped awkwardly down. Dropped into her stomach with the few buttons she’d eaten too.
   Evie wondered if they’d dance with her as she navigated the world. Falling back into bed. Debating the musical clicking sounds underscored by growing flowers inside her. 
   She thought of Fredrick winding around her frame. Kissing her jaw. Teaching her things. There was a soft boy before him, but he’d moved out of state. Mr. Bowers plucked her off the floor after her father left. Talked about how it was forbidden too, but it never stopped him from kissing her. 
   This is so wrong. Kiss. But, you're irresistible. Kiss. The world just doesn't understand. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
   It was funny how you could be so desired by a person who also constantly tells you it's wrong.
   But, that won't stop them. Excess skin. Age. What would bother people more if they knew?
   She’d sit on his bed and he’d join her. Put his hand up her leg and…
   “Evie!” Mona called. “Can you help me here? I won’t let you stay in that room all day for New Years.”
   Evie sprang up to gulp air. Held it. Felt in total control of her existence.
   “Coming.”
** ** **
   Evie hung back when the knocks rang. Stuck her head in the freezer and swallowed an ice cube whole. Wondered if this new habit would ruin her appetite. Wondered why she wasn’t horrified and ashamed of herself. It was just so quiet when it happened. Soothing. None of the ugly white noise in her daily life clustered.
   Nobody needed to know. It was wrong, that wouldn't stop her.
   “Honey! Come in and say hello.”
   Another ice cube slid down her throat. Felt like good practice.
   Wiping cold, wet fingers on her denim skirt, Evie appeared around the corner to see the Hargroves standing in her living room. Billy tried to catch her eyes.
   “Hi,” a shy wave followed, “Happy New Year.”
   “Evie, you look so pretty today.” Susan crossed to greet her with a dish. “I made cherry cheesecake for dessert.”
   “Looks good, thank you, I’ll put it in the kitchen.” Evie pulled it from her hands. Candied and red on top of fluffy filling.
   “Mona, I insist on helping.” Susan had gone on.
   “You’re my guest, Susan.” Mona looked up from Neil’s hand. Pressed in a nice polo and blue slacks. He offered a little bouquet of snapdragons tied together with tissue paper and twine. Also had a bottle of white wine. “It’s almost ready, please sit at the table. Evie just set it.”
   Evie snuck out of the kitchen again and saw Billy there staring pointed at her with an expression she couldn’t read. Averted her eyes to the little redhead next to him.
   “Hey, Max, enjoying break?”
   “While it lasts,” she glanced up at her brother as Evie shuffled away. Mona handed her the flowers to put in a vase. “That bad?” Max addressed Billy quietly.
   “Yeah.” 
   Evie looked at him like he was nothing to her. No anger, no sadness. Just a big, gaping nothing.
   Somehow that was worse.
   “The flowers are lovely, Mr. Hargrove. Thank you.” Evie came out to settle the vase on a side table in the dining room as he pulled out a chair for Susan.
   “We’re neighbors. Neil and Susan are fine, Evie.” He was all sweetness. The doting husband. Billy crept around the corner with Max.
   “I should help my mom.” Evie made herself disappear. 
   “It smells good.” Max crossed to sit down as well across from Billy.
   “I made something special from home. Jambalaya. Tried to go easy on the spice for your stomachs.” Mona brought a dish in after Evie sent some fresh rolls at the table. Her cheeks flush because her mother sat down too quick. The only free spot was the opposite head of the table between Max and Billy.
   She suppressed a groan and crossed to take it. Offered sodas to Billy and Max wordlessly. 
   “Would you like to join me in the prayer?” Mona offered her hands out to Neil and Max.
   “Of course.” Neil only smiled. Evie shifted in her seat. Felt Billy’s eyes burn. Took Max’s hand and stared at Billy’s open palm. Was this a game to him?
   She took it. Squeezed it maybe a little too tight. Stared ruefully at her empty plate. Max noticed Billy’s knuckles pale and smirked at his tense expression.
   “Bless us, Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ. Bless the Hargroves, we are truly grateful to have them join us tonight. Please guide our children through a successful year, we pray. Amen.” Mona smiled. “Please dig in. I always make so much.”
   “Allow me.” Neil plucked up the wine and poured three glasses for the adults.
   “First Christmas and New years in our town. I have to ask if it was a memorable one?” Mona started conversation. The rolls and dishes were passed around.
   “First white Christmas we’ve ever seen, it was beautiful.” Susan radiated.
   As the adults chattered about boring Christmas gifts, Max turned to Evie.
   “Mom got me some of that felting stuff, you can teach me how to do it now.” She flashed a smile. “Can you show me after dinner?”
   “Sure.” Evie was tearing her roll into two pieces. Eyed the butter next to Billy and decided to eat it without. “Eager to stab something a million times into a cute shape?”
   “Duh.” Max kicked Billy’s ankle. Tried to get him to speak, but he shoved a huge bite of rice into his mouth. “Maybe I can show, El.”
   “El?” Evie sipped her soda.
   “This new girl I’m hanging out with. Chief Hopper’s kid, he wants her to have more girl friends.” Max chuckled, twirling her fork around. “We didn’t...get along at first, but it’s better now. We found things in common.”
   Another kick at Billy’s shin. He glared. Nudged her foot back.
   “Easier when you’re younger.” Evie remarked.
   “We’re gonna find Evie a talent agent this summer,” Mona had spoken across the way, “she won all these competitions these last few summers. Sung for the governor himself at an event when she was only thirteen.”
   “Mom…” Evie blushed. She loved this food and today, it looked ghastly somehow.
   “Being a singer is difficult work.” Neil spoke. “How are you going to make money in the meantime?” 
   “She’s good,” Billy found his voice, “real good. She can make money singing.” A cold stare penetrated. “Miss Mona, weren’t you a pageant queen?”
   That turned the adult conversation for the rest of the dinner. Mona and Susan prattled with Neil stuck between them. Miserable and having to hide it. Billy turned to Evie. Smirked.
   “Can you pass the butter?” She blinked at him. Reached for another roll.
   Billy cocked his head and handed it over. Evie didn’t want to fall into those pretty eyes again. Listened to her mother and Susan chatter eagerly with Neil chewing and nodding every so often.
   Evie saw him fill his glass of wine three times.
   “Let me help you clear this for dessert.” Susan was stacking plates so Evie got up to help. Neil drank his last glass down as he sat back. Clearly extremely relaxed.
   “Neither of you are going to offer extra hands?” He’d barked under the sound of dishes in the sink and the TV in the next room.
   “It’s fine, we have it.” Evie came to set the pie down at the center of the table. Neil snatched her wrist to observe her expression. Eyebrows lifting.
   “You’re a very kind, young girl, Evie. You should sing us something.” Alcohol on his breath welled hot. He was drunk and hiding it better than most. Barely ate any dinner because the spices weren’t for him.
   Max’s fists clenched on the table and Billy moved like he might stand up.
   “Oh, I couldn’t.” Evie replied, another bout of strawberries crept up her cheeks.
   “Can’t be a singer if you’re shy.” He chuckled.
   “She was sick this morning, she probably shouldn’t.” Billy came out of his chair carefully. Eyes direct on his dad clutching Evie’s wrist.
   The fingers loosened so she crossed behind Billy. Paused there so Neil could see who her shield was. Got back into a chair.
   Billy slowly sat back down.
   Neil would deal with him later.
   “Susan, this looks delightful. I hope you’re willing to share the recipe. I haven’t mastered the cheesecake yet.” Mona ushered her friend back in. Neither felt the tension as Neil and Billy stared at each other. Not stopping when the cake was cut and passed around.
   “I’ll write it down for you.” Susan offered Billy a piece, caught Neil’s eyes. “Neil says that’s what made him fall for me. Way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” 
   Neil pressed this tight smile and laughed with the two ladies. None of the kids followed.
   “Better if you just go through his chest.” Max had mumbled. Stabbing a bright red cherry with her fork. Evie suppressed the urge to snicker. Swallowed the sweet treat and excused herself when the meal ended. Max trailed after.
   “Want to show me? No plans tonight.”
   “Sure.” Evie twitched a smile.
   Mona was pulling Susan out onto the back deck while Evie grabbed a basket she kept her craft items in. A body blocked her in the hallway.
   “Evie, can I see you outside?” Neil wasn’t particularly tall, but he certainly had a presence. 
   Her eyes went steady on Billy at the end of the hallway behind him.
   “Yes, sir.” She glanced again and Billy disappeared. “Max, want to use my desk? You've seen my room, I can show you this. Don't mind Bourbon snoring, he's been extra tired today.”
   “Yeah, sure.” Max took it after an uneasy beat so Evie followed Neil out front.
   “It was a lovely dinner, I don’t go much for exotic food.”
   “From New Orleans, Louisiana.” Evie replied flatly. “I guess.” Neil was all pleasantries. Shifting on his feet and breath smelling of wine.
   “You just seem nervous around Billy. My boy has a history.” He gestured. “Not a very nice history with girls like you.”
   “Girls like me?” Evie’s nervous hands rubbed together in front of her. Shoulder’s lifting.
   “Girls who are just a little…” Bigger. Darker. Stranger. Exotic. “Different.”
   “Billy and I...Well, we don’t really talk.” 
   It was clear Neil wanted some admission out of her. Just for the sake of it.
   “I just mean, if my boy has been unkind to you. I’d like to know about it. Billy gets into trouble and it’s my job to keep him out of it.” Neil stepped in. “You’re a very nice girl, boys take advantage. That's all I'm saying.”
   “We…” Evie’s lip wobbled. “We don’t talk, sorry. Billy hasn’t…”
   “If my boy steps out of line, Evie, I’d like to know about it.” Neil smiled again. “Tell your mother I said thank you for dinner. No doubt, she’ll keep Susan busy another hour.”
   “Sure.” Evie watched him step down the porch. Stumbled and recovered quick. “Goodnight.”
   The moment Neil went into his house, no doubt for another bottle, Billy slid out of the front door.
   “You didn’t say anything. To your mom or anyone.” He observed plainer. Unreadable. "Why?"
   “Your dad’s gone, Billy, we don’t have to pretend anymore.” Evie replied without a tone. Stepping around him. Sparing him a beating maybe. No emotion to give him.
   He wasn’t worth it.
   That replayed over and over again. No tears, no anger. Just ice. Cool and sleek. 
   Evie went back into her house. 
   Billy decided another night in his car away from Cherry Lane was better.
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   “You can glue the eyes in now.” Evie applied some from a tube and pushed two tiny eyes into Max’s project.
   “Looks like a monster.” Max snickered at the hideous yellow blob. “It was supposed to be a baby chick.”
   “Ah, takes practice. Just keep stabbing. Give it to your mom, she’ll display and love it forever because you made it.” They sat at her desk under a little lamp. Max looked at Evie twisting wool around to make a shape, plucked up the project she’d made. “Kinda strange, you stab something a million times until it’s pretty. Keeps my hands busy though.”
   “Trying to stay distracted?” Max piped in. Bourbon lifted his head behind them and wandered over for pets.
   “When you get older, all you want is distractions.” Evie shrugged her shoulders and sat back. Let her cat sweep their legs.
   “What happened with you and Billy?”
   “Huh? Nothing.” Evie managed to smile.
   “I know he took you to a party and...he came home  without you looking trashed like he crawled out of a dumpster.” Max paused. “Someone else took you home.”
   “I just got a ride from another friend. I don’t rage like Billy does.” Lie.
   “You’re mad at him.”
   “I’m not mad. I don’t…” I don’t want to feel anything. Sadness and fury. They weren’t to be processed or discussed. They made you ungrateful. 
   “Did you have a bad time? Did he get mad? He gets mad and does stupid stuff.” Mad Max was too sharp for this entire bland town. Evie sucked in her cheeks.
   “No, I had a great time actually. That was the problem.” A wave crashed into her. Covered in metallic confetti. Magical. Crushing.
   “What happened?” Max pressed.
   “It’s not for me to say, I don’t want to-” Evie sprang up and the door opened.
   “Sorry girls, Susan was headed out.” Mona dipped in without knocking. “Having fun?”
   “Yeah.” Max stood up. “Thanks, Evie, I’ll keep practicing. As long as it takes.” Felt like she was hinting at something else.
   “Night, Max.” Evie watched her mother show the younger girl out. Quickly swept her craft supplies back into a basket and plucked up her old cat. Listened to him purr. Decided another long night of sleep and late morning was better.
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deepsubmission · 5 years
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Healers - Part 1.0 (The Chase)
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I’m not a writer, but this came to me in a dream.  I’ve transcribed it to the best of my ability.  There are 6 or 7 parts so far.
An eyeful of dreams rotated from forefront to behind, though still at the surface of my mind.  A thick blur blanketed the morning as I struggled to awaken.  This would be the filter of the day.  A hazy washout glazing my vision, graying out clarity between what is and what isn’t.  A part of me has stayed behind, refusing to engage in the physical world and the reaction to it by my senses.  I pause now, unsure if I have just awakened or haven’t slept at all.  Or if I’m still asleep.
The over-sized carport opens up into a covered breezeway to the lodge.  The floor is covered in large square tiles made of limestone and separated by wooden planks in a grid pattern.  The walls are made from cedar planks, generous windows on the sides.  Looking behind me, there is no wall.  An opening, three cars wide to allow anything to come or go.
There is no driveway, just a long road that goes nowhere.  Except here.  Mammoth sequoias line the road.  Only ferns and broad leafed foliage can collect enough sun to survive underneath them.
It seems we’re running.  I’m driving fast and paranoid from the danger presumably pursuing us from the bullfight.
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Ernesto’s glory days were behind him, that’s for sure.  The formerly great matador still carried himself with pomp and swagger.  His black and silver sequined outfit demanded it, and he was more than eager to deliver on it.  The wall had been removed from the ring today.  I sat in the front row with Lacy.  She looked pretty and well kept as always and was dressed in a nice pair of navy shorts, a preppy white blouse, and some expensive sandals.  She looked older than I remembered.  And somehow friendlier.  The crowd was sparse, as is usually the case for a matinee.  Ernesto strutted over to me before the show was to begin and wedged himself between Lacy and me.  He was looking at me and then whispered into my ear.  Inappropriately close and almost intimate, like a lover might.  His breath was rancid and I was glad when he stood up and stepped away.  He laughed loud enough for everyone to hear, making a show of the fact that he thought he had just told me something of great amusement.  “He is so disgusting,” Lacy whispered.
“Yea, you’re not the one who had to smell his breath.”
I felt a pinch on my ear.  “Amigo.”  Long pause.  “Show some respect,” came the slow Spanish accented voice from behind me.  “Who the fuck are you, huh?  HUH?”
Lacy’s eyes were bigger than normal which is really saying a lot, as her eyes always were big and beautiful.  One of about a hundred reasons that I was secretly in love with her.  I was more annoyed than afraid. I pulled my head slowly away to release the fingers that held me.  I turned and looked.  There were three men, all of them with dreadful stares.  The man directly behind me was dirty and unkept with dark hair draped loosely over his eyes, the other two with lighter hair, thinner and taller, and less Spanish looking then their counterpart.  They carried solemn, serious faces and looked hard into me in a way that I could almost feel something actual and physical penetrating my body.
I looked them down, stood and took Lacy’s hand.  “C’mon.”
We exited slowly up the steps.  The stares felt like burns in my back.  When we reached the concession area there was a big group of men dressed in old football uniforms with leather helmets.  The place was open and uncovered, but presumably fenced in somewhere beyond my view. I realized that I didn’t remember coming in.  A group of several dozen people were chanting “Hold that line” and the chants grew louder as their number grew.  Today was the day the coach would be making his final cuts.  There were wooden folding chairs in a line, apparently one designated for each player.  I was asked to light them all on fire at the bottoms of the legs “To the best of your ability, don’t spare a single one,” the coach said to me.  I nodded my head and did as he asked.  It took only about a minute for all the chairs to become completely engulfed in orange fire, as the wood was porous and very flammable.  Lacy tugged at my arm indicating it was time to go.  Someone wanted us out of there.  I was oblivious, but she knew.  I turned and saw a posse forming at the portal to the ring.  The three men were yelling to each other and to the others that had gathered, everyone’s heads careening around hastily trying to spot us.  
“Whoa, wait a minute.  We’re not leaving.  I haven’t done anything and I’m damn sure not in the mood for running away.”
“A, there might be more happening than you know here,” she said in a curt, cautious tone.  “More than you might recollect or understand.”
I let a nervous “ha” slip from my mouth.  But settling down on me was a familiar realization, the one you get when you’ve been found out. I’ve had it more often than I’m proud to admit.  The hair on my neck stood stiff like hackles, they were coming for me.
We walked briskly, staying roughly on a line to an exit that kept the fire between us and the portal, hoping that it would block their view. When we got out the door Lacy ran top speed to the car, which was an amusing sight for my normally proper and calm friend.
We had left the top down on the old, white Carerra and both of us leaped over our doors into the car.  I thought us inconspicuous but for the loud engine, and didn’t see anyone following from behind.  To the right was a covered walkway separating two parking lots, which I presumed was used during the rains.  I had heard people talk about the sudden storms and floods here, but it was always arid and dusty whenever I had visited.
As we approached the end of the walkway, a red Bronco pulled out from behind it and turned to face us.  I braked and saw the dark haired guy from the arena behind the wheel, one of his sandy haired companions in the passenger seat.  We made eye contact and I heard his motor rev.  At the same time, instinctively, I threw the car into reverse and flew backward a few hundred feet and turned hard into an perpendicular aisle, almost losing control.  There was not enough time to make an attempt at going forward, as the Bronco was nearly on our front bumper.  I kept flooring it in reverse, the engine whining hard and made another fierce turn at the next aisle.  In just a split second I was able to throw it into first and spin out forward, the Bronco just missing slamming into the side of us as it spun around the turn close behind.  I heard a crashing sound and in my rear view mirror saw that they had clipped a couple parked cars making their turn.  I focused, gripping the wheel with clenched hands, made a few quick rights and lefts, darting in and out of rows of cars.  With Lacy bouncing and swaying in her adjacent bucket seat, we made it to the exit and cut hard right onto the main road, spinning wheels as I threw it into second gear.
I floored it and quickly put some distance between us and our pursuers.  But just ahead there was some traffic coming up and cars stacked about five deep in front of a red light.  There was no oncoming traffic, so I swerved into the oncoming lane and looked frantically both ways and then darted left at the traffic signal through the red light just between two cars.  I almost hit the one that I squeezed in front of and the driver laid on the horn.  I felt sweat on my chest and looked back to see the Bronco stopped at the light, but forcing its way through, lots of cars stopping and starting, all of them honking at them.
I floored the Carerra again and quickly got it up to about 90, which was pretty fast for a commercial area.  Thankfully there were not many cars around.  Lacy held her hands in tight fists raised just above her thighs and I could see that she was shaking.  I thought of saying something light hearted, but didn’t.  The exit ramp to the freeway was just ahead and a swerved around the car in my adjacent lane and took it.  I had put maybe a quarter mile of space ahead of the Bronco and pushed the car faster.  On the freeway I got up to 130 without much trouble. Within five minutes I couldn’t see them at all.
“Any one of these exits can get us to the woods,” Lacy said flatly. We were headed north, desert all around except to the west, where there were tree lines and hills in the distance.  I took the next off ramp and left under the bridge onto a two lane road.  The road was dead straight, presumably a straight shot into the trees.  I drove fast, but not at an unreasonable pace, the sun dropping in front of us just left of center.
At the entrance through the line of trees, the forest swallowed us immediately.  The road seemed to turn old, there were no signs, no lines on the cracking pavement.  The Carerra was reasonably equipped to handle the narrow and winding roads through this mature forest.  I should have been nervous, but I felt a calm certainty in my body and soon forgot about our pursuers.  The top was down on this warm, comfortable day but I looked up to see almost no sky at all.  Just late afternoon light flickering through the giant trees.  A thought passed my mind that there are mini ecosystems high up in those branches.  Evolved species that live hundreds of feet up in the air, never to touch solid ground.  Rodents and bugs and other plants that grow out of the over sized branches.  My next thought was how I would be able to navigate without being able to see the stars tonight.  This is how the mind of a runaway operates.  Curious, creative at times, and always looking for exit signs.
“Left ahead,” she said, breaking my thoughts.  I nodded and followed her directions.  These were her woods, not mine.
“Protectors, Athan.  They’ve watched your every step.  They guard and defend without care as to who is right or wrong.  I know you know this, but you’re acting like you don’t.  You have to be careful.  You’ve got to keep your distance no matter how tempted you are.”
I sighed as a flood of memories rose like flood waters in me. Unwanted, invasive, inescapable memories.  “God dammit.”  I felt betrayed.  I wanted to fight, to kill.  But the numbers were stacked against me, not to mention otherworldly forces they wield.  A band of brothers designed to protect the deity I left behind.  I had been allowed in, ushered in, actually.  Allowed to be loved and to love back.  It was real, all of it real, and then somehow it went horrendously wrong.  There were a thousand ways to blame myself, and yet another thousand to blame.  Looking back, I could see now that everywhere there was a guardian.  In the woods a vulture and black wolf, in the castle a host of magicians and dragons.  All kinds of defense mechanisms, alter beings designed to force me into a mold or to force me out.  I left willingly without a word.  Maybe that was not acceptable.
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myodydog-blog · 4 years
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Missy My Love
I have never done anything like this before after parting with someone. The thing is, I now realize that I have made the greatest mistake of my life, and I've made at least one other really big one! The least I have to gain from this is hopefully being able to sleep again, the most, to have her in my life again. I hope I am able to express what I so dearly need to say which is basically I'm sorry, I love you, I should have done better, and I can do better. Hopefully what follows will explain.
Have you ever hurt someone you love so badly that you were afraid they would never talk to you or be able to love you again? I have.
I once had the most incredible woman as my friend and lover. When we first met, life was bliss. She pulled me from a funk that I thought would never end.  In fact “She kept me alive with her sweet flowing love,” a love that was so strong, and hit me so fast, that I carved it in stone (cement anyways)!  She was the one. I could feel it in my soul.  We were incredible together. Everything we did was perfect. Projects together, outings to throw stuffed animals, dinners and desserts, Peacock Lane, bodies entwined in our sleep. We melded so well that most people we met, that were strangers to us, assumed we had been together forever. I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with her! Our relationship felt transcending. I never imagined that our bond would do anything but grow.
There is so much about her that I love and adore. She is brilliant, beautiful, strong. I love the way we work together, coming up with brilliant, creative solutions to whatever it is we are doing. I love the way she rough houses with Stella in the evening. I love how she maps out a route before we go run errands. She is meticulous with detail. Her  tool shed/loft bed with a wall size white board on the side, that she built, is fucking awesome! I love when she looks into my eyes. I adore the way she moves her hair from her face with her hand, yes it is particular to her. I love watching her move around the house from atop the bed perch. I love her style and the way she dresses up, even to go to a garlic festival! I adore how she combs her eyebrows, and how those eyebrows talk to me. I love her lips on mine. The way we held hands or touched some other way whenever we had a disagreement, and the fact that we could throw funny quips in during those disagreements. Her entire body, my perfect woman. Her toenails, always colored up. Her panty collection that never ends. Her squatty potty (I should have bought her a squatty potty for my house!). She blew my mind when she bought a guitar, I was so proud of her, especially knowing about her past unpositive experiences with music. I love how she only inspected that guitar after bringing it home, not even trying to play it yet, like it was a wild animal that needed to be approached slowly. She is creative, organized, articulate, self sufficient... I could go on forever.
This beautiful woman though, had hidden fears, anxieties that I was unaware of. They could be triggered by things that seemed inocuous to me, and my inability to understand this, as well as my inability to communicate with her when they krept into our lives led me/us down a path that would ultimately cause me to lose her.
Things slowly unraveled, and although I loved her more than anything, I could feel it collapsing and I didn't know why or what to do. I was becoming overwhelmed. I was afraid to talk to her for fear of making things worse. The day I lost my mind I was inexplicably overpowered by  my left brain, and I said something stupid, I didn't understand what I was doing, it was just happening, and I could offer her no explanation at that time. I went numb. When she was packin gher stuff and handed me her key to the house, my right brain was telling me that this was wrong, but I let it happen, I don't know why.
I didn't understand what or why I had done what I did. I loved her so much, my actions confused me. For weeks I contemplated what happened. I wanted to talk to her but feared rejection because of the pain I had caused her. Also not fully understanding what happened I didn't know what good it would do. I was lost.
After months of searching it finally became clear to me that her anxieties, and my inability to understand them, and communicate this to her, had become overwhelming. My own anxiety grew from this and the day I broke was the day my left brain decided that I needed to be free of them. I realize now, that my attempts at communication were feable and this was harmful. There were so many instances where I failed, that I wanted to say something and didn't. My thoughts were clouded. She was like nobdy I had ever known before, I  didn't fully grasp her needs or how to address them. I thought that if we could just be together that she would eventually understand how much I loved her. That ultimately things would get better, she would be comfortable with our love, not fear the worst, she'd be triggered less, her anxieties would decrease, I could be myself around her, and we could be at ease with eachother the way we were in the beginning. That did not work, was not going to work. It was too late before I figured this out, and now I fear that I have lost the love of my life.
I believe I had trouble communicating with her for fear of causing more anxiety, which I desperately wanted to avoid. So I didn't say anything. I didn't realize I was only causing more damage. I felt that if I tried, my thoughts might come out wrong and only upset her more.  A couple weeks ago while surfing I had an epiphany. I realized just how horribly I had been communicating with her, how horribly I had expressed my feelings to her. How unsupportive I actually was.  I realized while sitting out in the water (my meditative place, as the forest is for her) is that I SHOULD HAVE TRIED to tell her, explain, communicate! My god what had I done? It's all she ever wanted, and if I had tried at least I would know that if we did grow apart that our best effort would have at least been made, but I had failed to make the effort. Since that epiphany my heart has ached, as though it finally broke through the wall that my brain had built around it.
Since my epiphany I have had clarity. I know how I would handle these situations now. My brain has been creating lists of ways to help (I've been writing them down). It woke from its slumber, as though it was processing all the “Missy data”, and finally understands her and her needs. My left brain and right brain have become partners. I understand how I need to communicate, not be defensive, be proactive, be loving and supportive. I don't know why I couldn't see this before but I definitely see it now.
Maybe you think its too late and you'll have nothing to do with me. I understand, knowing how much I had to have hurt you. You thought that I am not interested in spending time improving myself, whether for myself or especially for us, but you are mistaken. I am, that is why I have written this narative, to convey the message that I now understand what needs to be done and need to do it, especially for us. I may never be lucky enough to have another chance, to be with you again, but I have to try. I love you Missy and can't bare the thought of never seeing you again, and creating the best Us possible.
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taewithblackhair · 6 years
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Favourite Taekook fics list
♡ Abaddon’s Waltz
by Eclairdeluxe
Tags: AU!, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Exhibitionism, Pyromania, Sociopathy, Blow Jobs, Marking, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Wax Play, Dysfunctional Relationships, Sadomasochism, Rough Sex, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Dark Themes, Cheating, Minor Character Death, Violence, Sedatives, Manipulation, References to Child Abuse/Neglect, Switch!Taekook
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Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.
♡ All I Want (Is Nothing More)
by Lethallergic
Tags:  Explicit Sexual Content, Top!JK
Description:
“Okay, but really, you would look so hot driving in a Lambo.”
♡ Blind me or bind me
by AnonymousXJWIFE
Tags: Sugar Daddy!AU, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Smut, Slut Shaming, Double Penetration, Sex Toys, Light Dom/Sub, Rimming, Barebacking, Money play, PWP, Crossdressing, Angst, Feminization, Minor Violence, Minor Character Death, Top!JK
Description:
Taehyung is just looking for something to fill the empty void in his heart and Jungkook only has money to offer. 
Or 
Taehyung offers his body for his Sugar Daddy Jungkook. ‘This isn’t a place where people fall in love.’
♡ Blooms of the Pomegranate Tree
by Merelypretty
Tags: Persephone!Taehyung, Hades!Jeongguk, Slow Burn, Greek Mythology!AU, Mild Smut, Top!JK
Description:
Taehyung was born into nature. As the God of Spring, he is destined to give life back to the earth, spending his days making the flowers bloom and the meadows flourish. All his life, he’s been convinced that the Gods of the Underworld can only mean disaster; they bring death in their wake, which completely contradicts the work he puts forth in order to keep things alive. Still, he finds no reason that he can’t get along with Jeongguk, who is nice despite the deadly world he was born into. Your origins don’t define you - this is what Taehyung believes. It’s be so much easier if their parents thought the same.
♡ Bubblegum Bitch
by Snowmoney
Tags: Fake Dating!AU, Fashion Magazine!AU, Romance, Hate to Love, High Heels, Tattoos, Top!JK
Description:
Jungkook is but a simple delivery boy; the last thing he needs is a high maintenance fake boyfriend.
♡ Cold hands and sleepless nights
by TBZ
Tags: Vampires, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Kinks, Biting, Blood Drinking, Choking, Breathplay, Bondage, Handcuffs, Blindfolds, Hair-pulling, BDSM, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Cock Rings, Dry Orgasms, Vibrators, Masturbation, Top!JK, Magic, Pain & Suffering, Rimming, Barebacking, Praise Kink, Dominance, Explicit Sexual Content
Description:
The night breathed with deathless whispers and crawled with the underlying smell of blood. Little wisps of the faintest hints of the metallic tang ghosted through the air at times, but swelled into a leaden blanket of the stench without warning. Taehyung wondered if the smell would go away, too. Or maybe the scent of blood had long since coateed the inside of his nostrils and dripped down into his lungs.
♡ How about it, officer?
by TBZ
Tags: Eventual Romance, Smut, AU, Police Officer!JK, Handcuffs, Public Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Car Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Top!JK, Sexual Tension
Description:
“He’s- I- wow. He’s... something else.” Jungkook managed to get out weakly, but honestly, what would he say to that? He shouldn’t even be surprised at the shit Taehyung pulled at this point. Jimin rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he took another vicious bite into his apple. “Tell me about it. Namjoon got mad because this is like the seventh time he’s had to seriously consider getting psychatric help for the other people in that cell, to help them overcome P-Tae-SD.”
♡ Hustlers
by TBZ
Tags: Gambling, Cards, Hustlers, Mobs, Money, AU, Drama, Romance, Action, Violence, Smut, Betrayal, Fluff, Domestic Violence, Heavy Angst, Dom!JK, Explicit Sexual Content, Begins with Top!Tae but after only Top!JK
Description:
Jungkook hadn’t meant to lose nine million. He certainly hadn’t meant to lose his kidney. And he hadn’t meant to meet Kim Taehyung.
♡ If I Let Go Of Your Hand...
by Taehansik
Tags: Reincarnation!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Time Loop, Dark Magic, Third Person POV, Eternal Love, Power Bottom!Tae
Description:
Jungkook is not going to stop searching for answers until he knows that Taehyung can be safe in his arms; alive, breathing, smiling, and the both of them can finally do what they’ve never been able to do before: Live.
♡ I’m Feeling Electric Tonight
by Mindheist
❀ Part 1: Kiss Me Hard Before You Go
    Tags: Fake Dating!AU, Top!JK
    Description:
    Dramatization. Do not try at home.
❀ Part 2: I Just Wanted You To Know (That Baby, You’re The Best)
    Tags: Angst
    Description:
    If you experience headaches, nausea, or heartbreak, discontinue use and       talk to your doctor because relationships might not be right for you.
❀ Part 3: Think I’ll Miss You Forever
    Tags: Taehyung & Bogum smut scene, Angst
    Description:
    Happy endings sold separately.
♡ Keep the water warm
by Sassyneki
Tags: Stepsiblings!AU, University, Smut, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Family Issues, Pining, Emotional Constipation, Slow Burn, Rimming, Switch!Taekook, Hate to Love, Barebacking, Attempted Sexual Assualt, Wall Sex, Vibrators, Implied/referenced Homophobia
Description:
“Get the fuck out of this room, Kim Taehyung!” The last thing Taehyung expected this summer was to meet his new family, but as with all things, he’s willing to give it a shot. He’s willing to try. Too bad his new stepbrother doesn’t feel the same way.
♡ Loving easy
by Aeterisks
Tags: College/University!AU, Cheerleader!Taehyung, Punk!Jungkook, Flirting, First Dates, Light Angst, Misunderstandings, Top!JK, Blow Jobs, Handjobs, Rimming, Barebacking, Fluff, Smut
Description:
After two years of being a cheerleader, Taehyung has come to know all the people who usually attend the basketball games. So obviously, he wouldn’t fail to notice him. 
♡ Lupus Tales
by Kpopismydrug
❀ Part 1: Lupi
    Tags: Wolves!AU, Mild Language, Slow Build
    Description:
    This is one summer break that Taehyung will never forget. From dealing         with a moody mare that likes to think she’s a stroppy teenager rather than       a horse, to dealing with childhood memories that threaten to choke him,         Taehyung will soon find out that when you take a trip down memory lane,       some things are more than just memories.
❀ Part 2: Just Us
    Tags: Mild Language, Sexual Content, Homophobic Language,                       Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Wolves!AU
    Description:
    Winter break was meant to be the time for Taehyung to return back to the       pack, to relax at the farmhouse, to roam with the pack like he had done           during the summer nights, and to also deal with a certain stroppy mare that     still likes to torment his poor boyfriend. However, he was not at all                   expecting this winter break to turn out the way it did.
❀ Part 3: Us vs Them
    Tags: Wolves!AU, Mild Language, Death, Violence, Fluff, Angst
    Description:
    Sometimes, we need to root ourselves, to find strength in the face of fear,       and to face what wants to tear us down.
❀ Part 4: Believe
❀ Part 5: My Lupi
    Tags: Wolves!AU, Angst, Mild Language, Sexual Content, Fluff, Top!JK
    Description:
    No matter what is thrown at him, no matter if it is Lupus or Mundane that         come and try to push Taehyung away from Jungkook and Jimin, they can       come and try, because Taehyung is a scrappy fighter and he isn’t scared to     fight dirty. So, let them try. But he’ll never leave or forget them again.               They’re his family now.
❀ Part 6: One of Us
    Tags: Wolves!AU, Twisted & Fluffy Feelings, Fluff
    Description:
    When you’re about to meet your mate’s and his best friend’s pack-born, it’s     only fair for you to feel like you’re about to either a) have a panic attack or       b) have a panic attack.
❀ Part 7: In Sickness and Health
    Tags: Wolves!AU, Fluff
    Description:
    In sickness and health, family stands together.
❀ Part 8: Through My Eyes
    Tags: Wolves!AU, Angst, Fluff, Sexual Content
    Description:
    Everyone has a story to tell. Are you ready to hear it from the beginning?
♡ Mama called me destructive (said it’d ruin me one day)
by Eclairdeluxe
Tags: Organized Crime, Boss!JK, Minor Character Death, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Dom/Sub undertones, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dysfunctional Relationships, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Dark Themes, Top!JK
Description:
In his realm of destruction and deceit, Kim Taehyung is the closest thing he comes to understanding about love.
♡ Maybe we can be (each other’s company)
by Foolishbangtan
Tags: Idol!AU, Fanacc!AU, Smut, Insecurity, Explicit Language, Platonic!Vmin, Fluff, Dom/Sub, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Side polyamory, Top!JK
Description:
In which Jeongguk is an idol, and Taehyung is a dedicated fan account.
♡ Oh Darling, Stand By Me
by Beatitudinem
Tags: AU, Royalty, Werewolves, Were-Creatures, Princes, Arranged Marriage, War Aftermath, A/B/O Dynamics, Power Dynamics, Getting Together, Strangers to Lovers, Prince!Tae, Prince!JK, Omega!Tae, Alpha!JK, Shapeshifting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Original Lycan Lore, Traditions, Ceremonies, Festivities, Courting, Explicit Sexual Content, Biting Kink, Marking, Praise Kink, Aftercare, Slow Burn, Resolved Sexual Tension, Fluff, Angst, Winter Setting, Mountains, Forests, Snow, Supernatural Elements, Violence
Description:
Kim Taehyung had never coped well when there was an angry alpha around, no matter that he wasn’t the object of their fury. Wisely choosing to keep his mouth shut, he ignored the flaring annoyance building up inside his chest at being treated like a frail and delicate porcelain doll who didn’t know any better, once again. He wasn’t frail. He wasn’t delicate. And he also wasn’t anywhere near ignorant. “And how do you suggest we do that?” Alpha Jeon asked eventually, tiredly taking a seat when he realized Alpha Kim was not about to open his mouth any time soon. “How else, Alpha Jeon,” Alpha Park said easily, an eerie smile taking over her lips as she regarded both the kings levelly, “Just like we have sealed over alliances with one another, of course.”
♡ One Time’s A Charm
by NastaeTae
❀ Part 1: Pink Sweaters
     Tags: High School!AU, Fluff, No Angst, Smut, Blowjobs, Porn with Plot,             Rimming, Underage Drinking, Ageswap, Top!JK
     Description:
     They say that opposites attract in the best way possible. Kim Taehyung            didn’t mean to make Jeon Jeongguk question his sexuality, but he did.            And Jeon Jeongguk sure as hell didn’t mean to make Kim Taehyung fall in      love with him, but look where they end up.
❀ Part 2: Kill Cams and Knee Highs
     Tags: Blowjobs, Rimming, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Masturbation, High              School!AU, Game Night, Smut, Barebacking, Multiple Orgasms,                      Established Relationship, Ageswap, Top!JK
     Description:
     Two senior boys left alone on a Saturday night with video games doesn’t        sound like a bad idea to Jeongguk’s parents, especially when their son is        straight as a board. Little do they know that Kim Taehyung made Jeon            Jeongguk question his sexuality two years ago.
❀ Part 3: I Got Lost In You(r eyes)
    Tags: Age Swap, Hurt/Comfort, College/University!AU, Excessive Drinking,      Vhope - freeform, Smut, Anal Sex, Angst, Top!JK
    Description:
    The earth is surrounded by a universe that doesn’t care, and filled with           people that do. When something is out of place, the universe will correct it,     no matter what the cost.
❀ Part 4: Come inside, or you’ll catch a cold
    Tags: Emotional Healing, Time Skips, Flirting, Modern Setting!AU, Smut,          Top!JK
    Description:
    It’s during times of 4AM thinking or after too many glasses of wine that he       starts to believe that the Universe is against him. Maybe Taehyung is right.     When he’s standing out in the rain on an early Sunday morning, he can’t         help but wonder if the Universe really does hate him.
♡ Only Breathing - Aquiver
by Sharleena
Tags:  Gangsters/Criminals!AU, Prostitute!Taehyung, Runner!Jungkook, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Gunplay, Breathplay, Implied Referenced Rape, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Twisted & Fluffy Feelings, side Yoonmin, Druglord!Yoongi, Top!JK
Description:
Like all things about Taehyung, being loved by him is loud, messy and familiar. Under lilac neon lights his hair is a shade lighter and his skin is gold, Jungkook’s hands tremble when he touches it and Taehyung keeps mixing weird sauces in his ramen. “Do you still quiver when I touch you?” “Always.” This is a prequel/spinoff of Only Breathing.
♡ Our Red Scarf (Keep Me Warm)
by MirreRover
Tags: College!AU, Fuckbuddies, Angst, Smut, Explicit Language, Bad Boy!JK, Top!JK
Description:
Jeongguk is trouble. Taehyung likes trouble a bit more than he probably should. Just don’t tell Jimin about it.
♡ Overtones
by Coley_merrin
Tags: Vampire!AU, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Depression, Anxiety, Self-Sacrifice, Smut, Fluff, Top!Tae
Description:
As a vampire, Taehyung’s life is full of walls and restrictions. Jungkook is a temptation and a risk, someone who could take Taehyung’s eternity, even as he could steal Jungkook’s future.
♡ Promises to Keep (and Miles to Go Before We Sleep)
by TrappingLightningBugs
Tags: A/B/O Dynamics, Werewolf!AU, Alpha!JK, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Come Marking, Fluff, Smut, Claiming Bites, Knotting, Top!JK
Description:
Taehyung stumbles into the world of werewolves when an injured puppy catches his attention one day as a child. Jungkook is a fascination, a good friend, and an alpha -- and Taehyung has been his since the moment he laid eyes on him.
♡ Purple Constellations
by Lili95276
Tags: Angst, Smut, Abuse, Blow Jobs, Photographer!JK, Drama Major!Tae, College!AU, Masturbation, Rape, Non-con Elements, Infidelity
Description:
Because Taehyung is a knot and Jeongguk would give blood and bones just to unravel him.
♡ Quiescent
by NastaeTae
Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Fluff, Drama, Angst, Magic!AU, Prostate Milking, Rimming, Oral Sex, Semi-Drunk Sex, Smut, Referenced Past Tragedy, Romance, Mpreg, Top!JK
Description:
When you’ve run out of Earth and find yourself at the Edge of Time, just know that I’ll be here hidden among the stars, waiting for the day that you give yourself to the night sky. For I am you, yet you are not me because baby, you’re an enigma.
♡ Race Against Time
by Joyous1369
Tags: Hospital!AU, Major Character Death, Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Top!JK
Description:
“There’s a new boy. His name’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”
♡ Reborn in Water
by TrappingLightningBugs
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Masturbation, Magical Realism, Naiad!Taehyung, Nature Spirits!AU, Accidental Arranged Marriage, Wet Dream, Siren!Yoongi, Mermaid!Jin, Mermaid!Hoseok, Light Angst, Long-Distance Relationship, Fluff & Smut, Top!JK
Description:
Freshly graduated from high school, Jungkook loses his class ring in the nearby lake, and despite the fact that his parents would be super pissed, it’s not that big of a deal. That is, until a stranger decides to appear in his bath one night, wearing his ring.
♡ Run Away With Me
by Buttstrife
Tags: A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!JK, Omega!Tae, Canon Compliant, Underage Drinking, Scent Marking, Knotting, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Mating Cycles, In Heat, Top!JK
Description:
When Jungkook and Taehyung get completely shit-faced drunk, they ‘accidentally’ form a bond -- only problem is that they are idols and an alpha/omega bond between two group members is the worst kind of scandal they can envision.
♡ Shifting on my feet
by MarionetteFtHJM
Tags: Shifters!AU, Police!AU, Violence, Action, OC(s), Jungkook-centric, Undercover, Kinky Smut, Top!JK, Angst, Gangs & Maffia, Fluff, Past Relationship(s), Past Character Death, Past Child Abuse, One Jikook Smut Scene
Description:
With the ever-growing crime rate in the city there’s no telling what the leading figures will do to remain leading. The safety of the people is at risk and the possible collateral damage looms over the authorities. There is only one safe option, sacrifice a few to save the lives of many. Tear them from the inside, cool the situation down - should be easy enough, right? Jeongguk was just trying to live out his days peacefully, but running from one’s past never really worked out for anybody - so why would he be an exception? He’s not. Demons tend to find who they’re looking for in the end.
♡ Show Me The Love
by Lethallergic
❀ Part 1: Hit The Lights
    Tags: Drabble, Smut, Top!JK
     Description:
     1-800-HOTLINEBLING
❀ Part 2: Drive Me Wild
    Tags: Social Media!AU, Snapchat, Smut, Top!JK
    Description:
    “We should stop because I want to permanently add you to the snapchat         story of my life.”
♡ Soulmates
by GiiGii
Tags: A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jungkook, Omega!Taehyung, Soulmates, Past Rape, Singer!Jungkook, Student!Taehyung, Platonic Taegi, Slow Burn, Non-Con Drug Use, Pining, Imprinting, Explicit Sexual Content, Scents, Angst, Overcoming Trauma
Description:
Soulmates are supposed to be rare and enviable. At the height of his career, Jungkook can’t believe he’s found his; a beautiful omega. He also can’t believe that his soulmate has rejected him. Taehyung has struggled with being an omega since he presented. He doesn’t want to be forced into another dominating relationship but the appearance of Jungkook is upsetting his wishes.
♡ Storytime
by Trilluvium
Tags: Canon Compliant, Dry Humping, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Voice Kink, Mentions of Het-Sex, Pillow Humping, Phone Sex
Description:
Of all the ways the day could have ended, narrating some stupid smutty fantasy to Jeongguk and watching him get off to it was probably at the bottom of Taehyung’s list of guesses.
♡ Sweeter Than Fiction
by NastaeTae
Tags: Twins!AU, Established Relationship, Threesome - MMM, A/B/O Dynamics, Top!JK, Alpha!JK, Omega!Tae
Description:
Kim Taehyung is the luckiest man alive, and although he forgets that very simple fact sometimes, it doesn’t take much for him to remember it. He ended up with two sides of the same coin, and he couldn’t be any happier.
♡ Then there’s the landing
by Sharleena
Tags: Figure Skating!AU, Figure Skater!JK, Figure Skater!Tae, Figure Skater!Jimin, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fuckbuddies, Rimming, Face-fucking, Competitiveness, Power Bottom!Taehyung, Explicit Language
Description:
The thing about figure skating is that it’s the most brutal sport disguised as something incredibly beautiful to look at, something elegant and frail. Just like Kim Taehyung.
♡ Wanna be loved (same love as you)
by Sugacravings
Tags: Sugar Daddy!AU, Daddy!Taehyung, Alpha/Omega/Beta Dynamics, Non-traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Fluff, Eventual Angst, Writer!Taehyung, Artist!JK, Mild Smut, Alpha!JK, Omega!Tae, Top!JK
Description:
Taehyung needs a heat buddy so he hires an alpha off Naver.
♡ You got me shot down (by love)
by NastaeTae
Tags: Porn without Plot, Smut, Top!JK, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimjobs, Delivery Boy!Jeongguk
Description:
Kim Taehyung is running out of money, but that hot delivery boy is worth it. Let’s just say that pepperoni pizza isn’t the only thing being served up tonight.
♡ You’re My Forever Boy
by Lolistar92
Tags: Fanboy meets Idol!AU, Platonic Relationships, Soul Bond, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook, Smut, Anal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Slight Angst, Happy Ending, Mating Cycles, In Heat, Shapeshifting, Chases, Predator, Knotting, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm, Panic Attack, Voyeurism, First Time, Blood
Description:
Let’s be real - who could possibly ever say that their happily-ever-after starts with a fan meeting their idol, realizing they’re soulmates, and subsequently turning tail and running away? Well, Taehyung’s always been a bit different.
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fragment #16
my lover waited for me at the airport with our lover-friend, and i did not know what they/she/he looked like. when i found them, i was pale as a ghost, and turned down a hug because of how sick i felt. the entire plane ride i had been visualizing disaster striking before i could meet them, and somehow, the idea was less scary than meeting them. i did not want to be disappointed in them. i did not want to be disappointed in myself. i did not want to be disappointed with the best the world has to offer and find it wanting. i went to the restroom, refreshed, and gave them a hug- an action i had rehearsed countless times before. when it came to holding hands, i had no experience, and neither did they. it was them who suggested that too, and we did in the elevator, where nobody could see us. in the car driving there, i practiced my breathing exercises and tried to ground myself and quell the paranoia. i made a mental note of how my default response to good things happening to me is to have a panic attack. arriving there, we claimed a bed, as we were both exhausted from travel. again, my lover asked me if i wanted to spoon, and i said yes. we held and soothed each-other as our friend watched and swooned, and i knew what it meant to be loved. i listened to my lover's heavy breathing and excited moans to be in my arms, and i knew what it meant to be important. before long, we had also kissed- and that was enough for nervous little me, looking around the room filled with booze and drugs and sex stuff and other things i couldn't tell my parents about, without facing homelessness like my lover.
my lover- the aforementioned- came on the bus, and i did not know what they/she looked like. i knew they would be exhausted, because work did not respect their long forestated desire not to work seven days in a row to see us, so they had to get vaccinated to claim time off. we ran towards the bus stop, crossing the four lane road like gay little lemmings. i did not know who out of the people who got off the bus i was looking for, and my second part figured it out first. we stood there awkwardly, wordlessly. we didn't know how to do this or who should say what. it was just enough negative time for us to take notice of the clothes my lover came in. emblazoned with the name of the corporation oppressing them, a tacky pin on their shirt sporting their deadname, which i had forgotten. together with their overheated and overworked face, it was heartbreakingly clear who owns my lover. i told them to take the pin off, and they did so. there was some more awkwardness before my lover motioned us in for a hug, and the three of us engaged in a subtle act of polyamory out in the open, on city property. we went back to our room and spooned some more as my lover undressed and relaxed. shortly, they asked in their own sweetness if they could join us. i had the thought i could say no and reject them, and the very idea stung. we of course did not. they slid in between us, and we straddled their larger, shirtless body on each side. remembering my friend's tenderness and feeling myself against my loves in the way i kept fearing was impossible, i started to relax and feel normal. the first of the intense happiness and inner peace they gave to me made itself known to me. we had to drive them to their house shortly after for bullshit reasons, temporarily, but i didn't give a fuck. i was too busy being happy. they showed me memes from twitter on the way home and didn't say much else. i had never loved anyone more in my life.
[written mostly to tell my fourth part what happened when they were gone, and for the benefit of the two who weren't there.]
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Love letters to your photograph
Rage
I should’ve known.
I should’ve known the moment you walked into that sunlit room and graced that couch with your fingertips. White linen. You bragged that it was your favorite material because of how careless it was to own a white linen couch. The most vulnerable fabric. Light in color condemned to be stained. Fragile in texture condemned to weathering. Plump and soft condemned to being pressed and crushed. You craved it’s beauty but mostly you craved the power to violate each fiber with the grip of your reckless hands. Go ahead. Touch it now. Look at it now. See each thread that has unraveled, see the dust and dirt left behind, see the clouds that have been smeared with your soil.
I should’ve known.
But linen’s desire for destruction is more powerful than your cravings. The fabric is placed exposed, waiting, in the sunlight, shining bright, begging for your selfish lust, begging to be violated, and begging to be humiliated because what is a life, what is a couch untouched?
I wish
I wish I could’ve shown you how much I wanted to truly know you inside and out. I wish I could’ve been there for you more on an emotional level. I wish I could’ve dug deeper and been everything you ever wanted. I wish you didn’t need to escape with alcohol and drugs.
I wish we could’ve been the people we really are with each other. I wish we could’ve seen that and appreciated it every day. It’s all I ever wanted and for a moment I tricked myself into thinking we had.
I wish I could be angry I wish I could be silent I wish I could run.
I wish you could be completely brutally honest with me and tell me exactly what happened and exactly why. I wish you didn’t underestimate me. I wish you never lied to me.
I wish this wasn’t completely screwed up.
But most of all I wish your hands, eyes, hair, voice, scent, and pillow didn’t feel like home.
I wish I wasn’t going to miss you so much.
Iris
My eyes are yellow, gray, green, and blue landscapes decorated with colorless winter branches. The pixels of the iris layer and dance in the light. You won’t find the prettiest of greens or yellows or the enhanced bright blues that are imagined with today’s filters, just pale sunsets shining through gray moss, dull green grass, and muddy blue streams.
My tears are distilled and maintain the purity and shape of rounded glass beads for their entire journey down my face.
Together these colors and objects form a multi dimensional grid, a depth that can’t be navigated, a color that can only be defined from afar, embraced by a heavy yet soft olive lid.
What’s inside? What’s on the other side? I try to chase the clearest path following the sunset yellow lane of hope but I’m greeted with pain. I follow the muddy stream where I find large solid rocks but my sifting hands also find grainy weathered down pebbles. I try to focus on the rooted green grass but my eyes wander and slip down the curves of a steeply slopped hill. I try to fall with each raindrop but the water evaporates before it lands.
How can there be so much wonder yet so much disappointment? How can there be so much strength yet so much vulnerability? How can there be stability yet no sense of home?
How can a waterfall of tears scream so loudly from such a lifeless cold black pupil.
My hair is soft and straight with a gray chocolate 61% cacao hue. It softens the sharp turns of my jaw and cheeks. It rests on the top of my chest, clavicle, shoulder blades, scapula, and all seven cervical vertebras. It youthfully waves when I twirl each end yet each year more strands escape this world of color.
My lips are small yet plump with the flow of my veins. My nose is straight, skin smooth, and bone skinny but also bumpy with fatty flesh at the tip. My skin is perfect except where I’ve broken and scarred it with my dirty nails. My cheeks are soft and flush when I smile yet dive and naturally cave towards my chin when I’m expressionless.
But you don’t have eyes or hair or cheeks or lips. You are just a reflection. Something I could never really hold.
Something I could never explore. Something I could never really see.
Something I could never really be a part of.
Your reflection could never truly explore my iris to hold the vulnerable pebbles, brighten the sun, filter the water, water the grass, electrify my skin, or play with my hair.
You have to find the tangible golden soft hair that runs wild yet collapses on your brow. You have to find your innocent lips. You have to want to be grounded, barefoot, and walking for peace within. You have to be proud of the blocks you built. You have to forgive your shadow and imperfections and embrace them. You have to be honest about your expectations, desires, and needs.
I wanted the idea of you so bad that I tried to grab the curtain of your shadow and stitch it back to the light as you attempted to pierce it and my heart to the ground.
I tried to understand as I looked through your opaque eyes and forced smile. I tried to run to your feet and steal your shoes to help guide you home barefoot, happy, and grounded.
I lost myself in trying to believe that your reflection felt like home. I lost myself in trying to convince each neuron that you desired my heart.
The individual pieces of me may be dull and tired but my smile and heart shine through. I will always seek beauty and let my colorless spirit rise and burn brighter than any yellow or blue.
I wish you could be free with me here in the forest. In my hair. In my iris.
I wanted it to be you but now I have to find another horizon to place my bursting heart to bring light to the next day.
Barefoot
I’m laying by myself on the beach right now pretty tipsy. The breeze is perfect, the lights from the offshore vessels burn as bright as the stars, and the sand is cold and perfect to offset the heat from the day. Every twenty seconds or so lightning brightens the horizon and stretches toward my bare legs that are buried in the sand. The waves have a steady rhythm that takes its time and drags rather than apprehend each crest.
First I walked and walked in the sand, reminding myself of how wonderful and pure life can be. Then I sat down to relax and I couldn’t help but think of you roaming the sand, free, barefoot, and at peace.
I fell for that idea of you.
I fell for the 13 year old struggling through each day on that fishing boat. I fell for the undereducated outcast who had to work harder than everyone else at boarding school in order to catch up. The fighter. I fell for the boy who was scared of his dad but still stood up to make him proud. I fell for the boy who unconditionally and purely loves his mother.
I fell for the man who tries to be considerate of others and to do the right thing. I fell for the man who takes chances in life and tries to give it his all. I fell for the man who wanted the most out of life - the man who wanted more.
I fell hard and let the relationship define who I was. I lost my balance.
But I know the fighter inside of me and the fighter inside of you are not strangers. I know the giver inside both of us smile at each other every chance they can.
I don’t know if it’s enough but I hope I have the opportunity one day to bring you here in the dark, on the sand, where the only feeling is warmth in your heart and peace for others.
This is Fucking Wrong
What are we doing? This feels so fucking wrong
I thought we had both finally found happiness with each other and it died. It burnt to the ground. It’s breaking my heart.
How did we let it die. We were supposed to do things right this time. It breaks my heart.
How can you not want to hold me.
Not want me warm in your bed.
A Toast
You’ll never see all of the smiles that were waiting for us or all of the love we created.
But from the ash a toast to the Magic that brought us together and ignited our souls. To our separate paths, to our hearts, and that they will never shrink.
The horizon’s curtain sips its last drink, bows down to the night, and whispers I love you with its final smile.
It’s good isn’t it grand.
Love
We pretend life, people, experiences aren’t complex. We blame ourselves and others. We pretend we aren’t poets, givers, lovers, musicians, photographers, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters.
We pretend we’re not in pain. We ignore pain in others.
We pretend until our porcelain hearts crack and expose who we really are. We are warm and complex and so much more.
We are so much more together.
We are so much more when we love.
I love you. Not as a lover, protector, or boyfriend. I love the good in you for what it is and I believe in you with every bone in my body.
You say you poison girls and break their hearts. My heart has felt broken and unbearable but it’s not. And I know you’re filled with love for your family and friends and work. I know you’re not broken.
There’s nothing else you have to say or do. We already said we would be friends and be there for each other when we really needed it.
That’s more than anyone can ask for. That’s real. And you were there for me today.
I’m sorry you’ve had pain, confusion, and that you’ve had to struggle but know that this is love.
Look into my eyes, feel it from my heart, watch me let go. This is love.
Regret
We should only regret that we define time but instead we allow the limited amount of time we have with one another define our regret.
Thank You
Thank you for placing your photo in my pocket, the one where your rich golden hair shines to the left side of your face. The one where your big deep blue eyes don’t let me go as they pierce through your brows that fray and curve towards the bridge of your nose. The one where your lips are soft and tell me it’s going to be ok.
It’s been here the whole time in my left pocket pounding with my heart while my body is buried in the trenches, dodging the cannons that mark me from the sky.
You branded a purpose into my soul. A purpose that supported my broken legs and forced me to walk. A purpose that lifted my tired arms so that I could carry the weight of life’s failures.
I know that it was me who stood on my own two feet to fight and I know it’s me who still struggles to survive but thank you for being a part of the hope that I’m addicted to and can’t let go of.
I wonder if you always knew it was going to end yet kept your photo alive to help me through.
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'LOVER'S LANE'
HAPPYVILE
FEBRUARY 2010
After having finished having dinner at a restaurant, Mike and Cindy decided to drive up to Lover’s Lane to relax and enjoy each other’s company. Mike was very tall and muscly, having spent most of his high school playing football. He wore his lettermen jacket and was dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt. Cindy was of average height and was dressed in blue jeans and a light blue shirt, with a dark blue jacket on. It was around 9:00 pm as the couple drove through the woods, looking for a place to park.
“Huh, it is emptier than I expected” Cindy said, noticing the lack of parked cars or signs of other people
“Well after the police warning, I think people aren’t taking their chances anymore” Mike replied, keeping his eyes focused on the path ahead
“What?”
“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Mike said, trying to hide his smirk
“No, what?” Cindy asked, becoming a bit scared now
“Well ahem” Mike said, dramatically clearing his throat. “A few weeks ago, this lovely couple went for a night drive here and they decided to park deeper into the woods, to have total privacy. After no one had heard or seen from them in days, the police went to investigate and what they found what horrible”
“What, what did they find?” Cindy asked, now completely invested
“They found the couple in their car. The wheels were slashed and the windows shattered. In the car were the couple, excepted now brutally mutilated. I’m talking their skin slashed, guts ripped out, eyes popped out, blood everywhere”
“That sounds disgusting”
“Oh it is. The cops physically gagged when they got close and the stench hit them. After that the police put a warning to everyone not to go here”
“Is this real?”
“Oh totally” Mike said, trying to hide his smirk
“Fuck you” Cindy said when she realized he was making this up
As the couple began driving deeper into the woods, Cindy started to begin feeling uneasy.
“Where are we going?” Cindy asked
“Deep into the woods” Mike calmly replied
“Why not just park here?”
“I don’t want to be interrupted like last time. Cops are always looking to ruin a good time. Plus don’t you want to be on the news?”
“Not funny”
“It was funny to me” Mike chuckled to himself as Cindy fumed.
After a few more minutes of driving, Mike finally stopped the car in a clear space. Aside from the path leading outwards, all that surrounded them was trees, grass and logs for miles. As the car stopped running, the headlights began fading, slowly incasing them in darkness. The two sat in silence, appreciating the moment before it was broken by Mike’s phone ringing. As Mike pulled it out to decline the call Cindy noticed Will was the caller.
“Are you for real? I thought you were done with that shit” Cindy said, getting angry
“Not this again” Mike said in annoyance
“Yes this again. You promised me you stopped drinking. I know you aren’t close pals with him unless you were planning on getting drunk”
“It’s just a few drinks” Mike tried to rationalize
“Just a few drinks? Remember that pole you smashed into? Or that cop you fought when he pulled you over?” Cindy said, her voice starting to get angrier
“How could I forget when you keep reminding me”
“Mike I care about you, but this shit has to stop for real. It’s getting embarrassing how many times I have to pick you up from that fucking place”
“Can we not do this now? I want to enjoy the moment”
“No, we are going to do this now. My god, I can’t believe you”
“Fuck this” Mike said as he took the keys out of the car and began exiting the car
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“To have a smoke” Mike said as he began walking
“Since when the fuck did you start smoking again?
“I never stopped” Mike shouted as he continued going deeper into the forest.
Cindy remained sitting in the car, extremely annoyed that Mike is back to drinking again after promising that he’d stop. But this was the 6th time now and Cindy was more disappointed than angry. After a more minutes passed, Cindy texted Mike.
“CINDY: Hey”
Cindy put her phone down and waited for his reply. Almost immediately a ding came, which was odd because Mike normally takes a while to reply
“MIKE: Hey. Come here, I want to show you something”
“CINDY: What no, it’s cold AF out there. Come back”
“MIKE: Please come here, I want to show you something”
Now Cindy was beginning to grow suspicious. Mike doesn’t text back fast or make vague statements like that
“CINDY: What do you want to show me?”
“MIKE: It’s a surprise, come here so I can show you”
“CINDY: Mike I swear if this is a stupid prank I will take the keys and leave you here”
“MIKE: No sweetie I swear, please come”
This immediately set off red flags for Cindy. They never used names for each other, much less ‘sweetie’.
“MIKE: Please come here, honey. I want to show you something”
Cindy put the phone down, now she knew something was wrong. It wasn’t until the phone was put down did Cindy realise she was having a strange feeling, the kind you get when you know you’re being watched. Cindy quickly locked all car doors before sitting back down and scanning the surroundings. The woods were still silent as the night and Cindy could only see the immediate trees through the darkness. Soon, another ding came from her phone but she ignored it, still focusing on the woods. Another ding came from her phone, then another and another. Cindy finally looked at her phone.
“MIKE: Baby please come”
“MIKE: You need to see this”
“MIKE: Come here now”
The messages no longer were friendly as before, but instead more demanding
“MIKE: File attachment”
Cindy was a bit hesitant to open this file attachment, but reluctantly did so and what she saw scared her. It was a picture of her in the passenger’s seat, looking at her phone. Cindy was absolutely terrified now, her fears were now confirmed that something happened to Mike. Cindy noticed the angle and began working the courage to look up. As her eyes focused on the ground, they slowly began making their way up until it hit the trees and then, she saw it. A figure in the shadows was standing there. Aside from the figure, Cindy couldn’t make out any features of the mysterious person. Another ding came from her phone and Cindy looked down to see the message.
“MIKE: I see you, please come so I can show you this thing”
Cindy began immediately calling the police, but she had no cell service. The mysterious figure began walking up to Cindy and she was finally able to make out its features. The figure turned out to be a woman in a wedding dress, with red stains all over it, wearing a mask over her face. As the woman got closer, Cindy noticed that the mask was of another person’s face. Cindy quickly made sure the doors were locked.
The woman was now at the door’s window, staring at Cindy. Cindy now noticed that the mask she was wearing was not a mask, but instead someone’s actual face. Cindy’s skin began to crawl as noticed this. The woman never broke eye contact with Cindy, staring deep into her soul. The woman in the wedding dress lifted her arm, brandishing a butcher’s knife. She began tapping on the window, making Cindy unnerved. The woman then began scratching the window, making a shrieking sound as Cindy tried to cover the noise with her hands. The woman tried pulling the door open, but it was locked. Cindy began preparing her arms, ready to fight if needed. The woman took a few steps back and slashed the knife into the window, but all it did was just scratch the window. Cindy flinched in fear as she moved back instinctively. The woman tried hitting the window again, but like all it did was scratch the window some more. Cindy began to weigh her options. Either she stay and die or try and get the keys from Mike. As the woman was preparing to strike the window again, Cindy disengaged the lock and kicked the door open, knocking it into the woman as she was pushed back.
Cindy immediately out of the car and began running in the direction Mike ran as she heard the woman get up and start giving chase. Cindy ran through the woods, jumping over logs and after a few minutes of running, she turned and noticed the woman was no longer behind her. Cindy began slowly walking, careful not to crush any branches or leaves. After a few moments of dead silence, she began to hear someone wheezing and slowly walked over to find Mike, slumped against a tree holding his chest
“Mike” Cindy whispered as she slowly began walking to him
“Oh god, help” Mike managed to get out, breathing heavily
“What happened?” Cindy ask as she helped Mike get up
“That fucking bitch stabbed me, before stealing my phone and running off” Mike struggled to say, as he was slowly falling to the ground
“Yeah I got the texts. I knew it wasn’t you. You got your keys on you?”
“Yep” Mike said, reaching in and pulling them out
As the two continued limping, Cindy’s phone went off with a ding
“MIKE: Honey wait up”
“CINDY: Fuck off”
As soon as Cindy replied, they heard a ding behind them and quickly turned around, seeing the woman standing a few feet from them, holding a knife in one hand and the phone in the other. They all stood in silence, staring each other with only the rapid breathing of Mike breaking the silence. The woman dropped the phone and began running at the couple. Mike put his keys into Cindy’s hand and pushed her away as he began running towards the woman. Cindy was about to go back for him, but stopped when she saw how fast she was running. Mike tackled the woman to the ground, but she quickly kicked him off and began strangling him. Cindy turned and continued running, not stopping until she got to the car. She jammed the key into the lock and opened it, before flinging the door open and getting inside the driver’s seat. She put the key into the ignition and hastily turned the key, making the engine sputter. Cindy tired again and again, each time the engine sputtering longer and longer. Cindy heard footsteps and looked up to see Mike rushing to the car, now his whole body covered in blood as he was holding his throat. Cindy opened all the doors as Mike got into the backseat. Mike laid in the backseat and waved his way, signaling Cindy to begin driving. As she continued driving, the only sound she could hear was Mike wheezing in pain, holding his throat.
“Hold on, we’re going to get you to a hospital first then I’m getting the cops” Cindy said, not taking her eyes off the road as she began speeding down the path, before finally pulling out of the forest and turning onto the road.
After a few minutes of silence, Cindy looked back and saw Mike, no longer wheezing but silently breathing.
“Mike, hold on we’re almost-“ Cindy was cut off as the tip of the butcher’s knife came through her throat. Cindy was still clutching the steering wheel and her feet on the pedal as Mike poked his head to her line of sight. Up close, Cindy was able to see that it wasn’t ‘Mike’ but instead the woman, who was wearing Mike’s face, as well as his jacket and pants. The woman twisted the knife, making Cindy wince before removing it. The car began veering off the road, before crashing through the guard railing and crashing into a ditch.
A few hours later, an ambulance team arrived at the scene of the crash and they couldn’t find Cindy or the woman. All they instead found was Mike’s pants and jacket, and Cindy’s clothing covered in glass and blood. Tracking the tire treads back to the forest, the cops conducted a man hunt and managed to locate the couple, who were naked and skinned alive, their bodies slumped against the tree.
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Want a weird prompt? This just crawled into my brain and now I kinda wanna read a fic of it. Mulder and Scully, revival era, driving to a case when Beyoncé's Single Ladies comes over the radio and Scully starts to sing along; knowing all the words. Awkward conversation ensues.
Tagging @today-in-fic
Crazy. In love.
The windscreen mists in the frigid air and he switches theheater on to full for her. She’s already shrugged down low in her seat, coatcollar up, head inclined towards the window. She’s quiet, meditative. Andthat’s always a worry. He’s trying to think what he did or what he said. Ordidn’t do or say. Did he stick his finger in evidence? Did he leave her to themercies of some sexist or ageist law enforcement officer? Did he question her“theory”? Did he look at another woman? If he did he can’t remember, whichtells him that there’s really nothing to worry about. But. She’s thrumming herfingers on the centre console. It takes him a moment to realise it’s not out offrustration or impatience, but that she’s doing it in time to the music.
              He leansacross to turn up the radio, brushing her arm. She turns to him and he’salready got ‘sorry’ on his tongue but she smiles. It throws him and he swerves intothe other lane before correcting to the tune of a truck’s blasting horn, hearthammering.
              Thistime he says it. “Sorry.”
              Herlaugh springs out of her and he chances a look. She’s almost lying down in theseat but she’s smiling up at him.
              “I lovethis song. Up in the club, we just brokeup…” Her feet are tapping and while her voice has deepened over the years,become thready with maturity and grief, no doubt, he can’t help but rememberthat night in the Florida forest when she sang to him to keep him awake. Howcomfortable they were back then, not lovers, but intimate beyond anyone’smeasure.
              “Cause I cried my tears, for three good years.”
              Heswallows and tries to concentrate on the tail lights ahead. Did she cry? Did she?He did. He cried every day and he picked up his phone every day to call her, tobeg her to come home.
              “Ididn’t realise you liked Beyonce, Scully.”
              Sheshrugs and launches into the chorus. “What’s not to like about Queen B? She’sthe bomb.”
              “Thebomb, Scully?”
              Her facefreezes a beat before she sings again. “All right, she’s really good atsinging. Is that better, Agent Mulder? Igot gloss on my lips, a man on my hips…”
She’s dancing in the seat and hewants to pull over so he can watch. Is there such a thing as a car dance in thenew world of the erotic? It’s been so long since he forayed that way, he’s notcertain. But what he does know is that Scully jiggling around in a seat next tohim, tucked inside a winter coat, with her hair bouncing on her shoulders,singing R&B is erotic beyond measure.
              “Scully,”he says, flicking his gaze around and then back to the road more times than isnecessarily safe. She doesn’t answer. She’s having a ball. And when she reachesthe chorus she’s upright, arms in the air, head swinging side to side.
              “Cause if you like it then you should haveput a ring on it, If you like it then you should’ve put a ring on it, Don’t bemad once you see that he want it, If you like it then you should’ve put a ringon it.”
              Shetwists her head towards him when she’s finished. Smiles. His knuckles turnwhite as he grips the steering wheel and tries to rid himself of the imagescareening across his mind’s eye. Willis, Waterston, Jerse, Padgett, O’Malley.  
              “Do youhave any Tylenol?” he asks, checking the clock on the dash. Twenty-five minutesif he puts his foot down. He can drop her off and shoot some hoops. Hit theliving crap out of the punching bag. She fishes out a packet and pushes twocaplets through the blister. Just the touch of her fingers against his handshas his balls fizzing again and he curses at the window, leaving a breath markthat might as well have said Fuck, I’mHard in neon lettering.
              “When Iwent clubbing with Liz and Mon I danced to that song, on a table top. I can’tbelieve I did that. What a night.”
              He coughsand a tablet flies out. She’s resting her chin in her hand, elbow on the window.He’s suffering a cardiac arrest and she’s chuckling like some teenager on the wayhome from the school formal.
              “Mon is sotogether these days. No more whale songs or New Age shit anymore. I guessliving under the control of that cigarette smoking fuckhead for so long woulddo that to a woman. But now she’s free. And Liz. She’s all serious on theoutside but when she’s got a couple of shots inside her she’s wild. I can’teven. They make a great couple. I felt like a third wheel tbh.”
              Stingingbile is plugged in his throat. He hasn’t understood a single thing she’s justsaid. Has some kind of blockage in his brain. He opens his mouth but nothingbut silence stretches out. The song is still playing out on the chorus. She’ssinging under her breath. When her hand squeezes his knee, he realises he’sbeen holding his breath and he feels dizzy.
              “How’sthe head?”
              “Did youjust say you went clubbing?”
              Shelaughs and the sound is crisp in the car, chinking around his ears. “A few times.And only when I’ve been really drunk. Hence the table-top dancing.”
              Hechances a glance at her and she’s waiting for his look, his reaction. He can’thide it. He never has been able to.
              “What?You never got drunk and did anything stupid, Mulder?”
              “Andthat Monica Reyes is going out with Agent Einstein?” His fingers are stuck tothe steering wheel.
              Shenods, serious now. “It’s wonderful really. Monica has had a hard time thesepast years and someone like Liz will be really good for her. God, I miss havinggirlfriends. What happened to our friends, Mulder? Did we spend so much timewrapped up in each other that we simply pushed everyone out?”
              He looksat the passing line of traffic. Headlights just coming on in the dusk, leavingstreaky trails behind his eyes. “Are you happy, Scully?”
              Shesqueezes his knee again. “Happier than I’ve been for a long time, Mulder.”
              The carin front is turning and he slows down. Everything slows down. He acceleratesagain and tries to remember if he has any food in the house, any drink.
              “But it’sall relative,” she says now. “It’s not just girlfriends I miss, you know. Imiss you.”
              The spoton the window is still misted up and it expands with his new exhalation.
              “Youknow, if I narrow my eyes, that shape looks like a love heart, Mulder.”
              He turnsto her and she’s looking right at him. The song on the radio is familiar. She’stapping her fingers on the seat again and singing. “When I talk to my friends so quietly, Who he think he is? Must be aBeyonce special. How about that,” she says and lets her head fall back. “The way that you know what I thought Iknew, It’s the beat my heart skips when I’m with you, But I still don’tunderstand, Just how your love can do what no one else can.”
He pulls up outside her apartment. The crescent moon istilted, the first stars are stippling the skies. All around them, everywhere,is life.
              “Come infor a drink, Mulder.” She covers his fist in her hand and pulls at it. “Ipromise not to dance on the table.”
              He’sstill smiling when he takes the first hot sip of Cognac. She’s sitting rightnext to him, thigh to thigh and he’s caught between the familiar and strange.
              “I wouldhave married you, Mulder. If you’d have asked me. As Queen B says, I was crazyin love. And maybe that was the problem.”
              “We bothwere. Crazy. In love.”
              She nods.“But we’re not anymore.”
She takes a long sip of her drinkand he watches the movement of her throat. His eyebrow twitches. Does he gothere? The liquor tracks down his throat.
              “Crazy,I mean,” she says, leaning in for the first kiss.
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Vol.5 Shuu VS Yuma [Track 2]
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Original title: 在りし日の証
Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Vol. 5 Shuu VS Yuma [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke & Tatsuhisa Suzuki
Translator’s note: Sly Yuma is the best kind of Yuma. I honestly really love the tension between him and Shuu. They have such a cute past together and a lot of potential to still be good friends despite their vastly different personalities. I feel like they would get a lot out of the friendship though. Yuma could get Shuu to stop sitting on his butt all day while Shuu could teach Yuma a thing or two about thinking before acting, haha.
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Track 2: Marks of the Past
The two of you are walking through the forest.
Shuu: ...I’m pretty sure that once we make it past here...Mmh. Seems like I wasn’t wrong.
*Rustle*
Shuu: This tree is still here, huh? ...If I recall correctly there’s an escape route by the root...
*Rustle*
Shuu: Yeah...It should still be useable. ーー Oi, don’t stand there spacing out. Get over here already. Do you want to be left behind in a forest full of monsters?
You ask Shuu if they are going the right way.
Shuu: Haah...? Are you making fun of me? This is Vampire territory. In what world would I get lost?
The two of you continue walking.
*Drip drip drip*
Shuu: ...This place hasn’t changed at all.
You ask if he has been here before.
Shuu: I used to play here as a child, that’s all. ...!
Shuu suddenly comes to a halt.
Shuu: These doodles...
You look at them in confusion.
Shuu: It’s written in this world’s language. I guess you can’t read it, huh?
You ask what it says.
Shuu: I’m pretty sure that back then, he also...
You tilt your head to the side.
Shuu: It’s nothing. More importantly, let’s hurry aーー
He flinches, sensing a presence nearby.
Shuu: Oi, you! Come here!
*Rustle*
Shuu: Shh...! Somebody’s coming!
Approaching footsteps can be heard.
Shuu: ...!! Mukami...Yuma?
Yuma: ...!?
Shuu: What are you doing here...?
Yuma: That’s what I’d like to know! Don’t give me a fuckin’ heart attack!
Shuu: ...Let’s go.
Yuma: Wait!
Yuma grabs hold of his wrist.
Shuu: Don’t touch me!
Yuma: Don’t try and run.
Shuu: I’m not running.
Yuma: Heeh? Then while we’re here together anyway, why don’t we take a lil’ trip down memory lane, huh? ...There happens to be someone here to listen to our stories as well.
Yuma glances over at you.
Shuu: Ridiculous...If that’s what you want to do, suit yourself, but I’m leaving.
Shuu starts walking away.
Yuma: I mean, fine by me. ...But in return, leave this chick behind.
Shuu: ...!?
Yuma: Ya don’t mind, do ya?
Shuu: ...Be my guest.
Yuma: Hah! As to be expected of a lil’ rich kid, you’re quick to understand. Couldn’t be me. ...I mean, in the end, I’m nothin’ but a filthy farm boy. I refuse to let go of what I want, no matter what. ーー Especially when I’m ‘bout to lose it to some aristocrat. Well, I guess that sort of stuff doesn’t matter to Mr. Rich Boy who always has everythin’ go exactly his way.
Shuu: ...Please don’t assume that everything always plays out in my advantage.
Yuma: Hah! Ya tell me.
Shuu: You can only say that...because you don’t about us at all, no?
Yuma: ...Now don’t be mockin’ me. I know ya.
Yuma walks up to Shuu.
Yuma: We were pals in the past ーー Nah, pretty much best buds, no?
He grabs hold of Shuu’s collar.
Yuma: Have ya forgotten ‘bout that already? Doesn’t lookin’ at the words written on this wall bring back any memories?
Shuu: ...!! Don’t tell me...Your memory has...?
Yuma: So it really is true...
Shuu: ...!
Yuma: I’ve only regained fragments of my memories. So I tricked ya into revealin’ the truth.
Shuu: Che...
Yuma: You’ve only got yerself to blame for takin’ the bait. ...Well, I’m sure ya would have much preferred if I never remembered at all. ...I’ve been wantin’ to ask ya this whole time. ‘Bout the fire which broke out in my village that day, for example.
Shuu: ...
You perk up your head.
Yuma: Hehe...You’re curious as well, aren’t ya?
You nod.
Yuma: Come on, tell me. You’ve got somethin’ to tell me, don’t ya? On the day of the fire, what did ya see? What did ya think? We’ve both gathered here, so let’s use the opportunity to get things straight...Shuu.
Shuu: There’s not really...anything I have to tell you.
Yuma: Cut the crap!! ...That side of ya is exactly what pisses me off!! If ya think ya can get away with keepin’ quiet, you’re gravely mistaken! You witnessed the truth with yer very own eyes that day, no!? Then why are ya tryin’ to hide it!?
Shuu: ...Hah. Aren’t you getting the wrong idea here?
*Rustle*
Shuu: I’m not simply remaining silent. I just don’t feel like I need to tell you. Don’t try and act like you know me, when you barely remember anything. It’s annoying...
Yuma: Che...Spare me the bullshit.
You run up to them and try to stop their fight.
Shuu & Yuma: ...!?
Yuma: Oi, don’t butt in.
Yuma: Shut up, keep quiet!
Shuu: Haah...Whatever.
Yuma: Aah!? Hold it! ...You’re fine with this chick bein’ taken away from you!?
Shuu: Go ahead? You’re the one who asked me to leave her behind, remember? Well, one of those ‘rich kids’ you hate so much is being generous enough to lend her to you, so why don’t you happily accept the offering?
Shuu walks away.
Yuma: ...Ugh!
Yuma punches the wall.
*THUD*
Yuma: Fuck...!! I don’t like this one bit...!!
*THUD*
Yuma: Makin’ fun of me like that...! Ugh!
*THUD*
You try and stop Yuma.
Yuma: Don’t stop me! Buzz off...!!
You seem worried about the drawings on the wall being destroyed.
Yuma: The doodles...? Ya really think I give a damn ‘bout what happens to thoー ...Haah...My bad. I lost my temper for a sec there...I guess I’m havin’ trouble bein’ honest with myself as well. ...Altho you wouldn’t say so at present, we were actually reallly close back when we scribbled these.
You ask Yuma what is written on the wall.
Yuma: This was my name when I was still human...and this one’s his. His real name. ...His ‘Vampire name’, in other words, what he is truly called. Don’t ask me ‘bout the details. I can’t read these after all. ...But I’m certain that when we were kids, we both wrote our names on here. Guess ya could say this was like our secret hideout.
You seem surprised.
Yuma: Hard to believe, huh? I don’t remember everythin’, but it’s all too weird to be just some fantasy made up by me. These should be...definite memories of our time spent together.
You ask why the two of them don’t get along at present.
Yuma: We’ve both changed. ...The fire which broke out in my village. And the fact that I became a Vampire. Regardless of my memories being intact or not, the cirumstances are just far too different. I can’t imagine...the two of us will ever get along again. Besides, I don’t think I can ever forgive him for all those years he simply turned a blind eye to everythin’. Right now...He’s nothin’ but a coward runnin’ away from the reality he doesn’t want to accept.
*Rustle*
Yuma: Tsk...Anyway, I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I’ve been reminiscin’ ‘bout the part, but it’s as if my mind is shrouded in a fog, I feel like crap.
You voice your concerns.
Yuma: I’m not that weak, I don’t need ya worryin’ over me. I’m sure I’ll feel better if I just leave this place. ーー Let’s go. I don’t know if it’ll make much difference to ya, but I’m gonna take ya someplace nice.
You seem worried about Shuu.
Yuma: Don’t let it bother ya. He said he doesn’t need ya, remember? ...Come on, follow me.
Yuma grabs hold of your wrist and drags you along.
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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IWAOI MOB AU Chapter 4
(I realized I never posted this because I’m the worst)
A King of A Different Kind: Mature (rating will go up)
Description: Iwaoi Mafia Au. Based off the Italian Mob structure not Yakuza. Iwa is the mob bosses son and he has some explaning to do. After being Oikawa’s childhood best friend and keeping his family’s buisness a secret Oikawa discovers the truth shortly after their college graduation. Oikawa decides an insane life with Iwaizumi is better than one without him and must now face the challenges of his life being turned completely upside as he dives head first into the world of criminals. 
Sample Chapter 4 Below:
“So you’re just never going to tell him?”
“No Kuroo I’m not.”
“And you’re just going to die alone.”
“Yep.”
Kuroo howled from the backseat and pulled a joint out of his suit pocket,
“What are you doing?”
“Oh Christ Iwa are you my parole officer?”
“Yeah I fucking am. You know you aren’t supposed to use anything it could set you back-“
“Dude chill, its one joint!”
“Marjuana is gateway drug,” Bokuto starred at him with a serious expression.
“Fuck okay god!” Kuroo rolled his window down and threw the joint to the wind, “If either of you tells the Boss about this your dead. Especially you daddy’s little girl.”
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and found himself speeding up as he drove down the long forest road. He normally enjoyed traveling for jobs, and under a normal circumstance being surrounded by nothing but forest and his best friends would have made him ecstatic.
But too much had changed in the past four years of college.
Bokuto had a boyfriend that was also probably one of the scariest mercenaries he had ever known.
Kuroo was sober. Or trying to be. God was he using again? Fuck.
And Iwaizumi and Oikawa were seeing each other.
But not dating.
It was complicated.
“You’re already at the sex part so why would he say no to a relationship?”
“Some people enjoy casual sex,” Kuroo sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt and spread out on the back seats.
“Yeah but…I don’t know I would not want to have casual sex with Iwa,” Bokuto frowned looking out the dashboard window.
A few seconds passed in silence because Kuroo erupted into screaming laughter. “HOLY SHIT BO! SAY IT RIGHT TO HIS FACE!”
“Yeah Jesus Bokuto,” Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle at Kuroo’s intense howl from the backseat, “You don’t have to worry about it man I’ll stay way over here.”
Bokuto tried to hold his frown but it was nearly impossible when Kuroo got laughing the way he was now,
“That’s not what I meant! I just meant-“
“WAIT I’M SORRY NO!” Kuroo chocked out from the backseat. He was gripping his stomach and tears were streaming down his eyes, “GIVE ME A MINUTE!”
A minute turned into four hours of Kuroo snickering through the entire deal—which almost got them shot.
And then giggling through the secondary deal—which DID get them shot at.
In fact, it wasn’t until the sixth hour and they were about two blocks from Iwaizumi’s apartment that Kuroo was ready to finish the conversation.
“Can we get some pizza I’m DYING,” Kuroo groaned from the back seat.
“If you put your clothes back on we can consider it,” Iwaizumi grunted as he quickly changed lanes to head towards their favorite pizza place.
Kuroo groaned but found his black t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants that definitely did not belong to him, but would work.
“I just wore those to the gym and they are not clean.”
“What the fuck ever,”
“I have Febreeze!” Bokuto practically leaped out of his seat and pulled a small travel spray of Febreeze out before presenting it to Kuroo.
Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at the bottle that Bokuto had miraculously pulled out of his pocket as if it were the key to the universe.
“Dude,” Kuroo whispered,
“Why do you have that?” Iwaizumi asked quietly as he slowed to a stop outside the pizza parlor.
“Because Akaashi always wants to go out for dinner after work so I used to give him my clothes from the car but then he said those smell because most of the time they are dirty but don’t tell him that so I just started carrying Febreeze because then he doesn’t have an excuse and I get to see him in my clothing like 24/7.”
Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at him in awe for a solid three minutes and Bokuto began to shuffle under their glances.
“Is that weird?” Bokuto asked.
“Extremely,”
“Oh yeah,”
“But genius,”
“INVENTIVE!”
They both clapped him on the back and Kuroo sprayed himself down with Febreeze.
And then Iwaizumi
And then Bokuto.
In fact they had invented and completed a full Febreeze ceremony which involved chanting, spraying, and carrying Bokuto into the pizza place over their heads with ceremonious grunting.
They sat at their usual table in the back and before long three pizzas were presented to them. They thanked their waiter, the owner, profusely and began diving in.
“Hey Bo,” Kuroo asked before shoveling two stacked slices in his mouth, “why won’t you have casual sex with Iwa?”
Bokuto and Iwaizumi chocked and before long Kuroo was laying across the booth holding his stomach tears streaming down his eyes.
“I’m going to explain!” Bokuto laughed,
“Please do!” Iwaizumi grunted taking a long sip of his orange soda.
“You being the son of a mob boss,” he whispered intensely which cause Kuroo and Iwaizumi to only laugh harder, “Stop Stop! I’m serious! If I knew that, I wouldn’t want anything casual! Too much risk! It’s all or nothing!”
Kuroo took a deep breath, regaining composure, “Yeah well Oikawa does not have that issue.”
Bokuto arched an eyebrow at him, “Whatcha mean?”
“He doesn’t know.”
Bokuto gaped at Kuroo and then at Iwaizumi,
“Shut up Bokuto it’s not like you can just say that to someone!”
“Especially when you’ve been lying about it for what fifteen years now?” Kuroo hummed into his next slice,
“Not by choice Kuroo.”
“Iwa that is so fucked up! First day out the gate Akaashi knew I was in the business!”
“That’s because you met him on a job dipshit!”  Iwaizumi grumbled and stood up, “Would you really have told him if he was a stranger? Would you really bring him into this?”
Kuroo and Bokuto stared at him in silence,
“Yes.” Bokuto said after a heated thirty seconds, “I love him, and you love Oikawa, and at the end of the day that love trumps all of this…I would walk away in a second for Akaashi, and so would Kuroo-“
“Yeah well I can’t do that! I’m his fucking son where am I going to go! Even if I left they would all find me. Kill me. Kill him! Where the fuck do I go if he doesn’t want this!” Iwaizumi growled throwing his chair into the table, “Find your own way home.”
. _ _ _ _ _
“If this is going to work I need you to be completely honest with me.”
That was the first thing Oikawa had said when he knocked on Iwaizumi’s apartment door.
And that was why they were doing this—well not literally this, Iwaizumi thought pulling on a pair of dark wash jeans, but why they were getting dressed and going to his father’s house.
His real, genuine, gigantic, remote, house.
Iwaizumi ran a nervous hand through his short hair.
“Is it that bad?” Oikawa asked with a smile from the other side of the room. He was wearing light jeans and a tucked in white button down. The contrast between his practically glowing figure and the black duvet cover made Iwaizumi think of a painting. Oikawa was breathtaking, remarkable. He inhaled sharply and sat on the other side of the bed. He heard Oikawa shift and smiled at the feeling of his long fingers slowly massaging his bare shoulders,
“It’s not you I’m worried about,”
The press of Oikawa’s tone frame pressed against his back was devastatingly distracting,
“Who are you worried about?” Oikawa whispered into his ear causing Iwaizumi to arch his eyebrow.
“What are you up to?”
He could feel Oikawa’s smirk burning into the back of his head as Oikawa placed a soft kiss on his ear lobe,
“What ever do you mean?”
“Ms. Robinson I think you’re trying to seduce me,” Iwaizumi smiled allowing Tooru to plant trailing kisses down his neck and onto his shoulders,
“No, I’m just trying to relax you,” Oikawa whispered in between kisses,
Iwaizumi laughed loudly, “You’re insatiable.”
“Maybe~” Oikawa lightly grabbed Iwaizumi’s chin turning his face to place a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away slightly before returning. Iwaizumi’s smile making the kiss mostly Oikawa kissing and Iwaizumi giggling, “You’re not kissing me,” Oikawa sang teasingly,
“I’m just trying to relax you,” Iwaizumi laughed as Oikawa swatted at his shoulder playfully,
“Rude Iwa-chan!”
Oikawa’s complaint was cut off as Iwaizumi skillfully stood and tackled Oikawa backwards onto the king size.
Oikawa laughed as he peppered light kisses across Oikawa’s face, holding him steadily between his two hands.
“You’re so playful today Iwa!”Oikawa laughed causing Iwaizumi to freeze, shifting back so his weight was placed on his knees which were placed on either side of Oikawa’s hips.
“I’m happy.” He sighed heavily and lazily traced his hand across Oikawa’s shirt “I’m just really happy that you came back.”
Oikawa’s face scrunched, “I didn’t come back,” Iwaizumi looked back at him, his face looked desperate like Oikawa was holding his life in his hands. Oikawa sat up kissing Iwaizumi softly in one fluid motion, “I never left,” his fingers trailed down Iwaizumi’s bare chest slowly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a deep breath, “but I do think I made the right decision.” His fingers stopped above the button of Iwaizumi’s jeans causing the other man to grind into the touch subconsciously.
“You’re not worried?” Iwaizumi asked as he leaned forward to begin kissing and sucking on the exposed portion of Oikawa’s neck. His favorite.
“N-no. I know I’m safe with you.” Oikawa slid his hand slowly back up Iwaizumi’s chest, “And the dangerous aspect is a little sexy if I’m honest.”
Oikawa quickly dropped his hands down to pop open is lover’s jean button, but Iwaizumi swatted his hands away,
“We are going to be late.”
Oikawa frowned, “We can be quick.”
Iwaizumi arched his eyebrow at Oikawa but placed his hands back,
“Five minutes,” He mumbled into Oikawa’s neck.
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