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bro-atz · 18 days

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freesia [flower garden — wooyoung]

inspired by: stranger than friends — webtoon

in which: all wooyoung wants is someone to love him.

pair: college student!wooyoung/gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: fluff, childish and immature (but trustworthy) wooyoung, a lot of drunk wooyoung, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of swearing

rating: PG/PG-13 | safe for work!

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"I'm so over this! I hate love!"

"Jung Wooyoung, I swear to God—"

"No, Kang Yeosang, you don't understand! I am tired! I am tired of being alone! I'm tired of seeing the four of you dating and having the time of your lives while me? Wither poor fucking Wooyoung," a very drunk Wooyoung exclaimed at the top of his lungs.

"I think you're going to have a hard time because of, well, this," San pointed out— he thought he was being helpful, but he most certainly was not.

"Shut the fuck up, Choi San," the drunken boy mumbled before taking a giant swig from the shared vodka bottle sitting in the middle of the group.

"Sure, because none of us wanted more vodka," Yunho grimaced.

Wooyoung shot the boy a stink eye before falling to the ground. He was fine— he was just being dramatic and falling to the ground like a damsel in distress. The boys knew this routine of his at this point, and instead of console him like the had done countless times in the past, they just ignored him.

"Seriously, Wooyoung. I didn't find my significant other by acting like this," Mingi said with a gentle sigh. "You gotta change this attitude of yours."

"What attitude?"

"This one! This childish and immature ass of yours!" Yeosang blew up; he was honestly extremely tired of hearing Wooyoung sing the same fucking song over and over again for however long they had been friends.

"What, so I should act like fucking Mr. Prim-and-Proper over here? Or like Mr. Humble-Gentleman over there? I'm not a fucking flower boy," Wooyoung frowned as he pointed to Yunho and San respectively.

"No, you don't have to change who you are, but you could maybe try not acting like a spoiled brat and more like a grown adult," Yunho explained.

"But I'm not a grown adult. I'm a college student. We all are college students. You guys need to act your age."

Then, Wooyoung launched into one of his long rants, making the other four boys officially give up for the night. Talking to a drunk Wooyoung was like talking to an annoying, drunk wall. They just let him burn himself out and continued drinking peacefully amongst each other the second Wooyoung passed out for the night.

The next morning, Wooyoung woke up with the most insane hangover— he had never had a hangover before, so he was honestly shocked and scared.

"I'm gettin' too old for this crud," he started that morning as he plopped himself in the barstool near the kitchen.

"Shut the fuck up. You're a college student," Yunho, who was the first one up that morning, retorted while making his morning coffee. "But you could ease up on the alcohol."

"Gee, you think?"

"Anyway," Yunho side-stepped Wooyoung's heavy sarcasm. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Of course I do," Wooyoung said without a hint of sarcasm this time around. "I always remember. I may be drunk, but I'm still mentally there."

"Right. Well, consider it. If you seriously want to be in a relationship, then not acting like a kid may help. People like more mature and serious guys."

"As if you know dating culture so well," Wooyoung scoffed.

"Mmm, considering I've been dating my significant other for five years, I'd say that I know how dating and relationships work by now. More than you for sure."

Wooyoung glared at the tall boy as he smiled smugly at him before heading out of the kitchen to start his day. Checking the time, Wooyoung grumbled to himself as he got himself ready for class. As much as he would love to skip the class he had, it was a lab, and he didn't want to screw over his lab partner. He might've been childish and immature, but you could always trust him to be there at least.

And thankfully for him and his blinding headache, this lab was a darkfield microscopy, which meant that the entire lab was going to be dark. Right before class, he popped a couple of painkillers and stepped into the room to see that they were assigned new lab partners. At first, Wooyoung was resentful because his lab partner was the literal best in dealing with him and his shenanigans, but the second Wooyoung saw who his partner was, he was thanking all the immortal entities in the universe.

He thought it could've been his drunk mind, but you were the most stunning person he had ever met. You were gorgeous with your hair tucked back, and even with the lab goggles on, you had the most beautiful eyes that Wooyoung could spot from miles away. Every single thing you did was so elegant and so graceful, and even though all you were doing was dropping blood onto the slide, it was the most magical thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

What he loved even more was that you would play into his antics. The lab was pretty quiet, so Wooyoung would whisper random jokes here and there to you, and you would respond with the most beautiful chuckle that made his heart swoon over and over and over again. Wooyoung was smitten, obsessed, and dare he say it—

"I'm in love!" Wooyoung cheered at the top of his lungs.

It was boys night again, and this time, Wooyoung was drunk, but he was happy.

"You're weirding me out, lowkey," San watched Wooyoung with wary eyes as he twirled around the dorm.

"San, you don't understand," Wooyoung sighed blissfully. "My lab partner is just... God, my lab partner is perfect. Also! Also, their name!"

He repeated your name, the syllables rolling off his tongue smoothly, your name leaving his lips like a knife cutting through warm butter. And for the rest of the night, that's all he could do. He just kept saying the name of the person he was completely in love with, pissing off his friends in a new way.

Alas, the lab had to end, and Wooyoung feared that you would never speak to him again. You had shared a microscope for a solid two weeks, but neither of you thought to ask to exchange phone numbers. Wooyoung wanted to, don't get him wrong, but every time he thought about doing it, he would chicken out because his heart would be racing at a million miles an hour, and he didn't want you to reject him or for him to have a heart attack just because he was going to ask someone out.

"You just need to ask. It's so simple," Mingi tried helping Wooyoung before he had to go to class.

"Wow, it's as if I didn't consider doing that. Thanks," Wooyoung, using his signature sarcasm, replied.

"Just rip the bandaid off, dude. I don't know what else to tell you. If they reject you, then you just move on. If not, then hooray, your efforts paid off."

"Also, you usually have no shame screaming at the top of your lungs while we're out in public drinking, so why are you finding it so hard to ask someone out?" Yeosang asked.

"Are you saying I should drink then ask them out?"

"No!" both boys chorused at the same time.

"Fucking— Just be yourself, Wooyoung," Yeosang said with a deep sigh. "Just give them a fucking flower and tell them you like them with a dumb joke that you usually make."

"But, I thought you told me I should change? That I should be more mature because people don't like childish, immature guys."

"Don't make me punch you. Get the fuck out, go to class, and for the love of God, just ask."

With Yeosang's words in mind, Wooyoung did exactly that. He was confident and outgoing, so asking you out shouldn't have been as big of a task as he was making it. So, he summoned up all of the courage within him, and he vowed to himself to do it that day.

"Wait! Wait," Wooyoung stopped you after class one day. "I... I want to ask you something."

"What's up?"

"So... Oh my fucking God, I don't know how to say this," Wooyoung muttered to himself, unaware that you could hear him. "Why the fuck is it so hard for me to tell you I like you?"

"I like you too, Wooyoung," you helped him out.

"Oh fuck, you heard that?" Wooyoung covered his mouth, his face turning bright red. "I'm going to jump out the window I'm so embarrassed!"

"Oh my God, Wooyoung! I said I like you too! You don't need to do that!" you couldn't help but laugh when Wooyoung actually turned to look for the nearest window to fling himself out of.

"W-Wait... You like me too?"

"Yeah, I do," you shot him the cutest smile that made him clutch his chest and nearly fall over. "I just didn't want to say anything because... Well, I was unsure because you seem to be like this around everyone, and—"

"No! I'm glad that... That you like me too... And I was wondering..." Wooyoung started mumbling again, his nerves taking over once more despite knowing that his feelings were mutual.

"Here's my phone. Give me your number," you stepped in again, making him wonder if you were reading his mind or if he was talking loud enough under his breath or if you were his freaking soulmate.

Wooyoung's fingers trembled as he typed in his phone number and handed your phone back to you.

"I'll text you," you said, that beautiful smile of yours only getting bigger, your face only getting more sparkly. "Maybe you'll find better words over text."

God, Wooyoung was ready to fall over when you giggled and waved good bye to him, the lovestruck boy motionless in the classroom as he watched the actual love of his life glide out of the room.

"I'm so in love! I love love!"

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eddiesguitarskill2 · 1 year

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What's Wrong With A Cliché?

Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Summary: You had never been to a school dance before. So when you find out about the winter formal, you figure your hellfire friends would be just as excited. What you don't expect is to be mocked, especially by Eddie. Eddie loves to tease you, he never realises when he takes it to far. This was he way of flirting with you, even if you didn't know that. But maybe this time he's gone too far, when he might not be the one to take you to the dance.

Content Warning: use of y/n, a lot of angst, mean Eddie, fluff.

Word count : 5k (wow sorry)

A/n: I am from England so I've never been to a dance, so anything I got wrong I'm sorry. Also I know it says fem reader but feel free to change things when reading so it fits you.

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You've never been to a school dance before, so when you hear about the winter formal you were so excited. Despite being part of the “freaks” table you lovedressing up. Even if your group leader always teases you about it, you didn’t mind but sometimes he could go too far without realising, but you always tried to be forgiving and not cause an issue. After all, you were a newer member of the group, well you had joined a few months ago but everyone else had longer on you, even the freshman. You figure this might be the one time Eddie wouldn’t tease you too much, everyone went to the prom even the nerds that’s what happened in the movies. You place your lunch tray on the table excited to talk about the dance. They were all talking about a new Metallica album, so you wait until they are finished to talk about the dance.

You pick at your food, resting your head on your hand waiting and listening for an opening to speak, but they don’t stop. You could just talk to them about it tomorrow you thought. Everyone laughs at Eddie’s air drum solo, while laughing, Gareth, who is sitting next to you accidentally nudges your elbow, causing you to lose balance and nearly face-plant the food. The noise causes the table to look at you. “Jesus Gareth you nearly made her wear her food, I know she likes fashion but I don’t know if a sloppy joe top counts as high fashion” Eddie jokes like it’s hilarious, you just roll your eyes.

You expect them to go back to their conversation but now Eddie's eyes are on you he wouldn’t leave you alone. “Why are you so quiet?”. You shrug your shoulders “I was waiting”. Chris looks at you confused “waiting for what?”. Everyone’s eyes bore into you “waiting for you to finish your conversation, I didn’t want to interrupt”. Gareth smiles at you, “you’re never interrupting”. Eddie laughs a little but says nothing much to your surprise. “So what’s up?”. You smile “well..” you suddenly felt a little nervous, so you spoke softly “everyone’s talking about the dance, so I was gonna say we could get a limo or something and all go together or we could go separate if you have dates” you rambled.

The table fell silent. You look around. Had you said something wrong? Eddie shot up from his seat and found his way over to you. Holding onto your shoulders he gestures to the group in front of you. “Sweetheart if you wanted the popular table you are very lost”. You turn around as much as you could with his grip still on your shoulders, to face him. “Huh” you were truly lost what did the popular kids have to do with this? It’s not like you wanted to be prom queen. “God I thought you only dressed like them, now you are starting to sound like them”. Eddie put on a ridiculously high voice and let go of your shoulders to put on a show for his sheep. Skipping around the group to mock you, “Gareth don’t you think I have the prettiest dress? Chris, should I wear blue eye shadow or turquoise? Omg Jeff what about my nails, I can’t go to the prom without my nails done. Freshmen will you vote for me to be queen” the boys laugh (even the freshman, but mostly because they want to fit in not because they agree), like this is the most hilarious thing they have ever heard. He finds his way back to his seat “don’t be a cliche y/n”.

You felt a lump in your throat and you knew tears were about to pour. You didn’t want them to see you cry so got up from your seat, “see you at hellfire” you say, leaving the cafeteria. Gareth being forever the caring one looks at Eddie, “you took it too far”. He put his hands up “I didn’t force you all to laugh”, the group looked guilty. They thought it was friendly banter they didn’t think you were being serious about the dance. The hellfire club and school activities didn’t go together, so they didn’t know this was different for you. They had never had a girl in the group, they were still learning.

Gareth looks at Eddie and then the group “yeah and I shouldn’t have. I can admit when I’m wrong, can you?”. Eddie raises his eyebrow at the boy. No one questioned the dungeon master, so honestly, Eddie was surprised and kind of impressed, not that he would show it. “Watch it” Eddie sternly told the boy. Gareth rolls his eyes at Eddie, well this was new. “If she wants to go, one of us is going to have to take her”. The boys grumble, “shall we draw straws, shortest has to take her?”. Gareth hit his friend in the arm “grow up Jeff, is it such a bad thing to take a pretty girl to a dance? Jesus I’ll take her”. Chris kicks the boy’s leg under the table, he whispers harshly at him “don’t be a creep. You can’t call her pretty” the way he says this, is like it’s some kind of taboo subject. Chris looks to Eddie to back him up, who stays quiet, looking like he is contemplating something.

Gareth kicks back “you know just because she’s our friend doesn’t make her any less attractive. Plus I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just saying it’s not the worst thing. I swear to god you’re all like freaky freshmen”. Dustin and Mike look over to the conversation they had been trying to stay out of “hey!” Gareth looks over to them “no offence”. Eddie suddenly slams his ringed hands on the table, to get control and order back. “Enough! If one of us has to take her it’s gonna be me, that’s the job of the leader to take one for the team, right?” He looks around the table. “But you all owe me.”

Gareth was right Eddie thought there was nothing wrong with taking a pretty girl to a dance especially if it was you. He didn’t know you actually wanted to go, he was only teasing if you had only asked. He might have grumbled but he would have agreed eventually. He always teased you, and you always took it, never said anything, sometimes your hands would ball into tiny fists and you would have a little pout which Eddie found cute which he wouldn’t admit because finding things cute wasn’t metal. But he didn’t mean to upset you. Maybe asking you would make things right, even if that meant putting his pride on the line. He couldn’t do it straight away, he thought, because then it would seem like he was doing it because he felt bad.

You had a free period now, where you were working on a history project with Ross, who sat next to you. All you could think about was Eddie’s impression, did you sound like that? You didn’t realise you were daydreaming until Ross clears his throat, “you okay?”. He was always so kind to you. which made it easy to talk to him, and right now you needed someone who would listen and not judge. Especially if he cares enough to ask if you’re okay. “Is wanting to go to the dance, stupid?”. He wasn’t sure if you were making a joke or not, but from the look on your face, you were serious. “It can’t be that stupid if everyone goes. I think it’s nice” you sigh in relief, you aren’t weird “exactly!” You realise you’re too loud, looking around and apologising. “it’s just I’ve never been to one before and I thought it would be nice”.

Ross put his hand on yours trying to calm you “it will be” he smiles. He blushes as your hands touch, he’s had the hugest crush on you since you started school a couple of months ago. He moves his hand realising he’s being too forward, especially since he assumed you have a thing with Eddie. “For some people, it will be. I don’t think it’s gonna happen for me anytime soon.” You start doodling in your notebook, you don’t want to cry again over this so you try and distract yourself. “What?”

You keep your eyes on the book in front of you, while speaking “well I don’t exactly wanna go alone and I know like 7 people and since none, of those, are gonna ask. I think I’m gonna have to give it a pass”. Ross thought you and Eddie would have gone together, otherwise, he would have at least tried to ask you. Surely Munson wasn’t stupid enough not to ask you, he thought, but he had to Clarify, “not even Munson?”.

You look up from your notebook laughing as if it was the funniest thing you’d heard all day. It might have been “not even Munson are you kidding? could you imagine him going to a dance? You should have heard him when I mentioned it to everyone. I swear sometimes that boy can be so mean”. You shook your head at the thought of lunch, and focus your eyes back on the paper in front of you. “so you’re not going with him”. You didn’t need to keep being reminded you weren’t going to the dance, you understood he was just showing interest and that he cared. But you were sick of this and especially sick of talking about Eddie. “I am absolutely not going with Edward Munson”. Ross smiles goofily at you, not that you can see as you are too distracted trying to get the shading right on the eye you were drawing. “Good”. He says You look at him thinking you heard him say something. “I’m sorry about the dance”. You give him a light smile, he was a nice guy, even if he didn’t know when to stop with questions. “it’s fine, shall we get on with this?”. He picks his pen up off the table “sure”.

You went to hellfire that night but hardly said a word, the boys tried to apologise, it didn’t feel that sincere but at least they knew to apologise. “We’re sorry,” they say mumbling, “we didn’t know how much it meant”. It was nice that they said sorry but it didn’t make you any less upset especially when Eddie refuses to apologise. What you didn’t know was he was overthinking to the max, how was he supposed to say sorry? Would you believe him? If he started being nice would you realise he fancied you, which meant you could reject him? So with all these thoughts going around his head, he kept quiet. Figuring asking you in a few days would show he was sorry.

Two days later, You were starting to put the whole dance thing behind you, well you were trying but it was hard when that was all anyone in school was talking about. Even the boys had started to talk about it to you, which felt like a slap in the face if none of them were going to take you. You had your Walkman on listening to a mixtape Eddie had made you full of his favourite bands Metallica, Dio, Black Sabbath, a few others and your favourite song “come on Eileen”. He told you he did this so you would listen to the tape, at the time you wondered if Eddie liked you as you liked him, but over time you learnt from how he teased you, he saw you strictly platonically, you were just one of the guys. So whatever feeling you thought you had got ignored.

Walking up to your locker you notice a flower in the vent, surely this was put in the wrong locker. You get closer and pull it out to inspect it, looking at the flower confused. You were sure you had never told anyone what your favourite flower was, maybe it was just a coincidence. It was probably a cliché flower that all girls like. That's all you thought were after all. A tap on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts. You turn around and see Ross with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers with a little white teddy nestled in the middle. Other people are watching in the corridor including Eddie and Gareth who are talking at his locker. Upon the sight, Eddie clenches his fist the knuckles going white from the pressure. You smile brightly at Ross, he was a good guy, he must be trying to cheer you up after the other day you thought.

“oh my God, those are beautiful. They are actually my favourite” you say with glee. Ross looks at you with admiration “I know that's why I got them” he says while handing them over to you. You can’t help the rosy hue that comes on your cheeks. “ you shouldn't have but also thank you”. You say while hugging him, careful not to crumple the flowers “what are they for though?”. The boy rubs his neck awkwardly, hoping you couldn’t tell how nervous he was “well I guess partly an apology for not asking sooner and for assuming you already had a date” you couldn't understand what was happening. nothing like this had ever happened to you.

“Do you wanna go to the winter formal with me?”. You froze, could this be happening? Were all those tears worth it, now you were getting to go the dance. Someone wanted to go to the dance with you, they didn’t have to be forced. So in your head with your thoughts, you didn’t even realise you had left the boy standing there awkwardly waiting for an answer. “It doesn't have to be a date if you don'-“ you cut him off, realising you took too long to reply. “well I hope it’s a date, otherwise you got me all excited for nothing”. You can’t stop smiling at the man in front of you, was he always this handsome and you hadn’t noticed? His eyes widened, he couldn’t believe his luck the girl he liked wanted to go out with him, “So that's a yes”. You nod your head “that's a yes”. He can’t help himself, so he hugs you tight, wanting to kiss you with happiness but knowing that was too forward. “Thank you” he whispers into your ear making you giggle.

Eddie had been getting angrier the more he watched the scene in front of him. How dare he touch you, or make you laugh, or buy you flowers. He knew he was torturing himself watching, but he couldn’t look away. Steam might as well have been coming out of Eddie’s ears with how mad he was. However his friend at the side of him had a completely different complexion on his face, he was merry, and he loved seeing his friends happy. “well looks like she didn't need our help after all”. He joked to Eddie, not yet seeing how annoying he was, as he too couldn’t keep his eyes off the scene. Silence, he expected Eddie to make a signature witty remark, or laugh or something, anything but there was nothing. He looked over to his friend who looked as if he was going to beat someone up. He tried to fill the silence. “At least now your Saturday night is all free. Dnd session?”.

Eddie still couldn’t take his eyes off the sight, now glaring at not just at Ross but you too. Completely ignoring anything his younger friend was saying. Gareth couldn’t understand why he would be so annoyed about this, now he had his evening free. He never wanted to go to the formal. The only reason he would be this annoyed if he fancied… oh it now all made sense to the boy, the constant teasing, wanting to be the one to take her, always wanting her around. Never shut up talking about her. The school bell rings signalling the start of class, so you leave a parting gift of a kiss on Ross’s cheek. This was the thing that set Eddie over the edge, he stormed off in a huff, almost forgetting Gareth was even there.

Since that day you and Eddie had hardly spoken in fact, Eddie had hardly spoken at all. Which was very strange of him. You stop mentioning the dance as you knew it was a sore spot for the group plus now you had a date to talk to about all the details. Who didn’t seem to mind how long you talked about dress or plans for the night, he just liked hearing you talk. Despite how happy you should be, Something was keeping you awake at night, maybe it was nerves, who knew but you felt like something was missing.

You are Walking hand in hand with Ross through the gym doors, in your pink simplistic but beautiful dress with your date with a black suit and a pink tie. For once you felt like you belonged in this school, you weren’t the awkward girl who couldn’t get dates. You were a beautiful teenage girl going to a school dance with a handsome boy. Cliche or not, you were happy.

You danced to all the cheesy music on the dance floor with Ross and his friends until your feet ached. It was fine when it was a slow song because you could hold on to Ross for support but now it was faster music you knew you need a rest. “I need to sit down”, Ross nods leading you to a table near the dance floor, he went to sit down with you. You shook your head and held onto his arm to stop him, “dance, have fun. I’ll be fine. I’ll be back in 10” you smile. He didn’t want to leave you but how could he say no when looking into your beautiful eyes.

You looked around the room, everyone looked so nice. They had transformed the gym surprisingly well, you would never be able to tell there were kids doing laps around here only 48 hours prior. There wasn’t any drama tonight, it’s almost like this one night everyone just wanted to celebrate and didn’t care about social standards, which was nice. You didn’t realise how many standards have been changed until you spotted the last person you’d expect to be here with a cheerleader. She wasn’t one of the most popular cheerleaders but she was still part of the group, he said he despised. Who’s the cliché now you thought bitterly. You shook your head, you had no right to be mean just because he didn’t want to go with you. You supposed he could go with someone else even if that hurt to admit.

The cheerleader huffed at him and walked away, that didn’t take long. You didn’t know what he said but she was pissed. He was your friend, so hurt or not you had to go and check on him. You walk over to him. He looks up to see you walking towards him, he thinks he must have died and gone to heaven because the only way to describe you was angelic. He was such a fool for not asking you, he knew that now more than ever. He really liked you, and he wouldn’t deny that to himself anymore. Not when you were that perfect and not even just look-wise. You sat down in the plastic seat next to him, be cool he told himself.

He looked handsome in his black shirt and black jeans with his hair in a low bun. It was nice seeing him outside of his usual attire, you wanted to tell him how nice he looked, but this look wasn’t for you it was for her. “So Chris talked you out of the blue eyeshadow?” You joke to Eddie. He was beyond confused, it didn’t help that he couldn’t think straight when you look that beautiful. You soon realised he didn’t have a clue what you were talking about, A situation which has been tormenting your thoughts for weeks and he couldn’t even remember it. “Your flattering impression of me” you joked like it didn’t still kind of sting.

Eddie sunk into his seat at the thought of that day, he should have just asked you as soon as you mentioned it instead of teasing you. No, he should have asked you as soon as the winter formal was announced. Why did he have to have the Munson curse of stubbornness? He looks at you sincerely, a twinkle of sadness in his eyes “I’m sorry”. You are shocked, so you bring the back of your hand to Eddie’s head, the action causing Eddie’s heart to beat. It felt so loud he wondered if you could hear it. “Are you okay? You’re acting strange, first the dance and now you’re apologising. You must be sick”.

He laughs slightly moving your hand from his face hoping it will help his heart to stop, but it didn’t. “Sorry is in my vocabulary, it’s just I don’t always say it when I should. Also I knew I would end up here one way or another”. You gave him the strangest look, maybe this wasn’t Eddie in front of you, he certainly wasn’t acting like the man from a few weeks ago who thought a dance was the most stupid thing he had ever heard of. “What?”. He shrugs his shoulder like what he was about to say was the most casual thing ever “ just not who I thought I’d be going with”. Surely he wasn’t talking about you, no he couldn’t be. He probably meant someone else. You thought your crush on him had stopped, but the world was really testing you tonight.

You couldn’t possibly look at him right now, so you scan the room for his date. “yeah, maybe you should have at least taken someone you like, even as a friend”. He nods, he was gonna shoot his shot, he had already fucked up so he surely couldn’t anymore. “Well, I was planning on taking you so…”. You choke on air, he wasn’t making any sense, had he gotten high before this, was that why he was acting like this? “you wouldn’t stop telling me how stupid it was, that I was a cliché”.

He played with the rings on his fingers, both of you avoiding eye contact with each other. “Yeah, but looking at your face, when you left. I kind of thought I had to”. He wanted to slap himself, why was he so awkward, maybe it was better this way never truly confessing how he felt stopped him from getting hurt. “Well turns out you didn’t have to”. You say signalling to your date. You're happy, who was he to get in the way he thought. But his mouth was quicker than his head and he spoke “true. But if he didn’t ask, I would have taken you”.

Whatever this game was, your heart couldn’t deal with it, you needed the Eddie who teased you back, he was easier to read than this one who wouldn’t even look at you. Maybe if you start it, he would come back with one of his quick remarks. “I wouldn’t have wanted to go with you anyways, you would have been telling me how lame and stupid it was all night. And you'd complain about having to wear a shirt” you joked, lightly hitting his arm hoping he would look at you.

No, you had the completely wrong idea about him, being with you wasn’t a chore, he would have been lucky. He needed you to know that. “I wouldn’t have. I would do anything to make you happy, so if that would have meant spending a night dancing to terrible music and having to wear a shirt. I would have and would have been happy.” He finally glances up and truly looks at you. “I’ll always do anything for you, I hope you know that”. You had never seen the look on his face before or maybe you had never noticed. “You look beautiful by the way, I’m sorry that should have been the first thing I said”.

Now you were the one with heart problems but you had the added problem of butterflies. You were gonna be sick, this couldn’t be real. You had a date you weren’t allowed to feel this way about someone else. Someone who is your friend, someone who also has a date. You needed to get out of there before your heart took control of your actions instead of your head. “I should probably get back to Ross”.

He felt his heart shatter he always knew you’d have to leave, but for you to go back to someone who should have been him, hurt. “Yeah, of course, have a good night. I'm probably gonna head home early”. You shook your head even if that might have been easier for your heart. He had already come with a pretty girl, who you were sure was nice if he decided to bring her. So even if you couldn’t have him, you didn’t mind as long as he was happy. “Give her a chance, you never know you could enjoy yourself if you keep your mouth shut for two seconds” you joke and walk away to find your date.

If that’s what you wanted he would listen, even if all he wanted was to dance with you. So he went in search of his date, Alice. He found her sitting glumly on a bench sipping punch, he sat down next to her. She deserved better than this, cheerleader or not. “I’m sorry, we should be out there dancing and I’m here pinning over someone who doesn’t even like me. I’m truly sorry, you deserve better than Edward Munson”. She shrugs her shoulders “I knew you didn’t like me, it’s my fault”. He couldn’t hurt someone else, she did not deserve this. “No I’m the stupid one here, you’re beautiful, and any guy would be lucky to have you. I’m just unfortunately stupidly in love with someone else”. Alice held his hand to comfort him, he was trying to be honest and she appreciates it. Not many guys she knew, did that. “Have you told her?”. He laughs a little at the thought. “No, I missed my chance”. He signals to you on the dance floor with Ross, swaying to a slow song.

You felt like you could cry but that wasn’t fair on Ross. You should be happy, he was so lovely, he was good for you. Ross couldn't help but notice the eyes of Eddie that were locked on you from across the room. He look at you smiling, he wasn't the guy you should be with he knew that now. Especially when he could see the hurt that lay beneath the fake smile you wore. “Was Eddie okay?”. Of course, he saw that “yeah he’s fine” how were you supposed to describe what happened? “I like you y/n I do, but I’m not stupid. You like him”. You want to deny this, so you try to stutter out a response but you can't form words. “It’s okay, I understand, you can’t control your heart. You both like each other, so just because he’s stubborn doesn’t mean you should be”. You kissed him on the cheek, god he was nice. “Thank you, you don’t hate me right?”. He smiles “I could never hate you, plus it would make history pretty awkward”. He jokes.

Ross looks over to the bench where the cheerleader and freak were sitting. “Now there’s a girl over there who looks like she needs a dance, hopefully, you can help the other one to finally smile”. He left to walk towards the pair. Eddie saw Ross walking over to them, was he mad? Had you told him what he had said? Did he go too far saying you were beautiful? He didn’t want to fight but he was ready to defend himself if a punch was thrown. Ross reached out his hand, and Eddie flinches waiting for impact. But nothing, because Ross’s hand wasn’t meant for him, it was meant for his date.

He held his hand out expectantly “do you wanna dance? I kind of got ditched by my date.” Alice nods and got up to dance with him. Before she left to turns to Eddie "tell her" and with that, she left. Were you okay? Did you ditch Ross, because of Eddie? Did Eddie upset you again? He didn’t want to ruin your night. You sat on the bench next to him. There was a beat of silence what would you say to each other? You were the first to break the ice. “You look beautiful too by the way” you smile at him. “Thanks” heat rises to his cheeks. “I’m sorry if I ruined your night”.

You shook your head, “it’s not over yet, so it can’t be ruined, well I guess it depends on how you answer next. Will you go to the winter-“ he put his hand on your mouth. “No I was supposed to ask that. Will you go to the dance with me?”. You licked his hand to get him to move it which worked “does it matter who asked who first?”. He nodded “yeah because I really wanted to ask the girl I like to a dance”. You blush. “Well I really wanted to ask the boy I like to a dance”. Without thinking he grabs your face and kisses you. Taken by surprise it takes you a second to kiss back. When you finally both stop for the air you are both smiling like Cheshire cats. “I wish I would have told you before, then I could have done that a lot sooner”. You nod. “So do I?”.

Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners comeson over the speakers, “are you gonna ask me to dance or am I gonna have to do that too” you joke. He playfully hits your shoulder standing up, holding out his hand to you. “ Would you like to join me to dance to my favourite song Mylady”. You reach out to hold onto his hand. “This is my favourite song”. He shakes his head “ anything that makes me think of you is my favourite”.

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Red Wine

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Remus Lupin x Reader

A/n: I lowkey hate this but it was inspired by the image of Sirius Black loving tequila and me thinking that all the muggle born students watching the others get drunk without it touching them was hilarious. This is based in their 7th year.

Summary: Muggle drinks and muggle drinking games.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of underaged drinking, swearing, kissing, jealousy, fake ID

Word Count: 2232

(NOT MY GIF)

"Psst! Y/n! Over here!"

I spun my head around to see Christopher Adam's waving me over from the corner of the room, pointing enthusiastically at the plastic bag in his hands.

I smiled back at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll be back now." I said to Sirius, who was spinning me around to the ABBA song playing before Chris had interrupted us.

"What does he want?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow "You got a new boyfriend or something?" He laughed slightly as I rolled my eyes and just walked away from him.

Me and some of the other muggle born students were starting to find these Gryffindor parties boring after the summer.

After partying at home with muggle drinks the classic fire whisky and witches brew just wasn't doing anything for us anymore, as funny as it was watching the pure and half bloods get extremely drunk so fast there's only so many parties you can do sober.

Hence Christopher.

A small group of us had gathered our money together and convinced Chris to use one of his approved trips to visit home to stop by a muggle store and complete a shopping list.

It took us a week to make him a fake ID good enough for him to pass as eighteen.

"So? How'd it go?" I asked, smiling brightly at him as I took the bag out of his hands.

"No hassle with the ID, although I did have to go to four stores so I didn't look suspicious buying this much alcohol for everyone." He rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"You're a lifesaver, we all owe you big time. Thank you!"

He just waved me off and I happily ran back over to the boys with the bag in my arms.

They were all giving the an identical look of speculation as I approached.

"What have you done?" James asked, trying to grab the bag off me before I pulled back.

"Why do you assume such little from me! I've gotten you all presents. Muggle presents actually."

Sirius perked up at that, excitedly shaking Remus's shoulders. Causing him to lean the other way with a smile.

"I'm about to show you all how muggles drink, because fire whisky is nothing in comparison. I've got fuck loads of things to share but I tried to get each of you something I thought you'd like."

"So it's alcohol?" Peter asked, now it was him having to push an excited Sirius away.

"Yep! For you Peter, gin. We don't have any tonic so drink it with lemonade, I think you'll like it though." He smiled widely as I handed him the rounded bottle, quickly opening it to smell it.

"It smells nice?"

"Yeah not all alcohol needs to smell like straight ass." I laughed nodding to the fire whisky in his other hand.

"James I've got you some muggle beers. I genuinely think this will change your life." I said with a laugh, handing him over the six pack as he looked at it bewildered.

"Like butter beer?"

"Kinda? Just a lot less sweet."

He nodded with a smile and popped the top of the bottle off, his smile growing as he tasted it.

"This is alcoholic?"

I laughed at him and turned to Sirius who looked like he was about to explode if I didn't show him what else was in the bag.

"Sirius I got you some tequila. There's some lime and salt on the table over there, you'll want them to take a shot. Lily will show you, she's been looking forward to it all night."

He took the bottle off me with a smirk before quickly hugging me from behind, placing an exaggerated kiss on the side of my face before running off.

"Thank you!"

I laughed at him, and watched James follow after him after a mention of Lily, Peter as always followed behind James.

"I hope you got yourself something, you're way too generous."

Remus said, sitting up on the table next to me with a soft smile.

"Oh don't worry I did." I reached to pull the large bottle from the bag "Some good old fashioned vodka for me."

He laughed at me and sniffed the bottle I held out in front of him, recoiling back.

"It smells horrible." He said with a laugh.

"That's how you know it's strong." I replied, coughing hard as I took a sip from the bottle. "I should probably mix it with some coke."

He laughed at me for a minute, nodding "Yeah, probably a good idea. I'll go get you some."

I placed an arm in front of him as he went to move to stop him.

"Not so quick Lupin, didn't think I'd forget you did I?"

"You didn't have to get me anything." A small blush covered his cheeks, reassuring me that I made the right call with getting him something.

"That's why you're my favourite."

"Wow I always thought Sirius was your favourite." He replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah well don't tell him, it would crush him."

He continued to laugh as I pulled the bottle of red wine out of my bag, passing it over to him.

"I think you'll like it, not as strong as the others but you'll enjoy it."

He looked over the bottle inquisitively.

"Thank you, I'll go pour myself a glass and grab you that coke." He smiled warmly at me, squeezing my knee as he got up.

My eyes followed him across the room, I smiled as I watched him interact with an already drunk Sirius who was shouting about the impressive feat of muggle alcohol.

"You're drooling." Mary said from behind me, causing me to jump and hit her in the arm.

"Shut up."

~~~~~

"So you've all been enjoying the muggle drinks, how about a muggle game to go with it!" Marls shouted from the middle of the room, clearly drunk.

A large group slowly made their way into a circle on the floor as Marls enthusiastically went around the room trying to gather a large enough group.

Remus groaned as I pulled him off the wall he was leaning on and led him towards the floor, an obvious smile on his face.

"Ok so you spin the bottle." She giggled while placing one of James's now empty beer bottles into the middle of the group. "You and whoever it lands on go into the broom cupboard for seven minutes. What happens is there is up to you." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively whilst laughing as the game began.

As the circle slowly made its way around I found myself hunched over onto Remus in a fit of laughter at Sirius and Peters faces as they came out of the cupboard looking very unamused.

As the group calmed down Sirius took his seat back next to me in the circle and most eyes moved towards me.

I giggled awkwardly before leaning forward and spinning the bottle as hard as I could.

As I lent back and watched it spin I silently prayed that it would land on the boy sat next to me who seemed to be avoiding my eye contact as everyone made a drum roll sound around us.

Much to my dismay instead of landing on Remus the bottle instead pointed towards the one and only James Potter whose face went bright red.

I laughed softly and stood up, watching him as he followed. The room whistling as we made our way into the small space.

If it wasn't gonna land on Remus James would've probably been my second choice, he was to in love with Lily to ever make a move on someone else. And I felt the same way about our best friend.

"So this isn't awkward." I joked with a smile.

He just half way laughed in response.

"Everything okay?" I asked, my eyes adjusting in the dark to make out his figure.

"Yeah it's stupid, Lily's just been avoiding me all night. I know I make a fool of myself for her but sometimes I just wish that she would just look at me." He sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe she is and you're just not seeing?"

"Trust me, I'd see." He sadly laughed and I patted his shoulder comfortingly before getting an idea.

"I've got a way that would get her to look at you."

He turned to look at me with what I guessed was a confused expression.

I reached up to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt.

"Whoa Y/n what are you doing?"

I laughed slighting at him, shaking my head.

"No I'm not doing that, trust me."

I reached up to ruffle my hand through his hair to make it messier, then moving to untuck one side of his shirt.

"Yeah she'll look at me if I look like shit. Is that the plan?" He laughed slightly and I softly hit him with the back of my hand.

I messed my own hair up as well, also shifting my clothes so they were slightly askew.

"Jealousy is the plan James."

It seemed to click with him then and despite the dark I could see the red blush on his face.

"You really think that'll work?"

"I hate to say it but if one thing will make her notice you, it's thinking that you might've noticed someone else. I'm also really drunk so this might be a bad plan."

He laughed at me, covering his mouth to try and stay quieter.

"I'm drunk enough to give it a go." He responded with a smile.

"Last touch." I reached up to move his glasses to sit crooked on his face with a laugh.

"There, perfect. Let's get you your lady."

As I spoke there was a knock at the door, and a second later Sirius Black swung them open.

"Merlin! Didn't see that happening." He said with a laugh, looking between us in disbelief "I always thought you were into Moony Y/n."

James punched him softly in the arm, shaking his head and I just walked past silently, trying to shake the blush off of my face and hoping everyone was just ignoring the obviously drunk pure blood.

I made my way back over to the circle but before I could sit back down Remus had already stood from his spot next to me and walked out of the common room with his bottle of wine.

~~~~~

I'd been wandering the castle grounds looking for Remus for the last thirty minutes.

The party had died down and everyone was so drunk most of them had passed out by now.

I was buzzed enough that the cold wasn't bothering me but I couldn't for the life of me figure out where Remus would've gone.

I sat on the floor against the railing as I finally got to the top of the astronomy tower, the vodka and the amount of stairs I just climbed had knocked the wind out of me.

"Y/n?"

A familiar voice said from next to me, making me jump.

"Jesus, I've been looking for you." I smiled at him but he only held my eye contact for a second before looking back out to the night sky.

"You disappeared, it got boring without you."

He laughed slightly and shook his head, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"I'm sure it was fine without me. You and James sure didn't look bored." He chuckled awkwardly making me quirk an eyebrow at him.

"What? Me and James?"

He just nodded, avoiding my eyes.

"James definitely isn't bored, Lily's been all over him all night." I laughed softly and he just looked at me inquisitively.

"Aren't you upset by that?"

"Upset? Why would I be upset? Honestly I think it's a miracle."

He laughed slightly at that and finally looked back over to me.

"But you and James were snogging each other? Was that just a joke or something?"

I just looked at him confused for a second before breaking out into giggles.

"Oh you didn't actually think we did that? Gross no! I just thought that it would make Lily jealous. It worked by the way."

He seemed to think for a second before a small smile finally made its way onto his face.

"Oh, so you didn't actually kiss him?"

I snorted, covering my face quickly in embarrassment.

"No no, I just messed up his hair and unbuttoned his shirt a little. He's not my type."

Remus laughed quietly at that, relaxing a little.

"Good."

I nudged him lightly with my elbow, sliding over to sit next to him, bumping our knees together.

"Careful Lupin it almost feels like you're jealous."

He just looked at me for a second, a little smile on his face as he moved to stand up, offering me his hand.

"Maybe I was." He chuckled softly and pulled me to my feet as I just looked at him dazed.

"C'mon I'll walk you back to your dorm." He threaded our fingers together and went to walk but I didn't move.

"I wanted the bottle to land on you, for the record."

We both stood there for a second, just looking at each other before he grabbed my chin softly and lent down.

I never really liked the taste of red wine until that night.

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 8 months

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Hi , its me again , do you think you could write a oneshot or sm about toby ? , like something about toby and the reader fucking while coverd blood during a mission? Like just the smuttiest smut you can make ?

BLOOD - "TICCI" TOBY

Fandom: Creepypasta

Word Count: 1,100

Plot: After the brutal slaying of your victims, Toby can't help but have you.

Warnings: SMUT, blood, oral (male receiving), dubcon, praise

His brown eyes were almost piercing as he looked you up and down. He had that smirk on, the one he wore when he saw something he liked. That something? Well tonight that would be you. The mission had been quite successful, especially for your first one working together. You’d heard Toby had been difficult to work with so you weren't expecting it to go great. You two only hung out when there was a group, so that wasn't exactly often. You'd gotten along for the most part, you'd always thought he was rather annoying but you'd put it aside for tonight.

“C-come c-closer pretty.” His deep voice sang as he moved his blood splattered goggles to the top of his head. You scoffed as you took a step towards the killer, not exactly in the mood for games. You just murdered a whole family after all. It was if you showered in blood with the way he killed the father.

He pulled you the rest of the way to him, his arm snaking around your waist as he whispered a “good girl” against your neck. Toby inhaled your sweet smell mixed with the iron of the dark blood that covered you both, slowly leaving a kiss on the soft flesh.

“Toby what the fuck!“ You tried to push the man off, reminding him that you barely know him and you’re still in the neighborhood, possibly for the eyes of anyone who happened to be near by.

He hummed and continued on, not moving an inch from your push, and certainly not caring about your current location. “W-w-who cares angel? I-it’s nice ‘n late.” He harshly nipped your neck, grabbing your wrist when you went to smack him. "Don't be r-rude. I've waited t-to be alone for sooooooo lo-ong. I've been patient." He growled against your neck. “You know y-you want me t-too.”

“You're fucking crazy.“ You hissed.

A sharp pain shot up your spine as he slammed you against the tree behind the pretty suburban house, biting your neck and slipping his hands under your heavy layers of clothing.

“I'll t-take you whether you wa-ant it or n-not.” He mumbled as he kneaded your soft flesh.

You felt your heart begin to beat against your chest. Were you... Nervous? You didn't really have much of a choice, he made that quite clear. Risk the mission and your life by calling for help, or let him have his way. He certainly wasn't unattractive...

Without giving you any longer he grabbed your hand harshly and drug you back inside the house you’d just left. It wasn't long before he propped you up against the kitchen counter, continuing to ravage your body as he wanted, slipping his hand down your pants and making quick work of your clit.

"Come on Toby- Please-" You begged, half hoping he'd let you go even though his fingers worked absolute wonders.

"Oh angel, y-you're soaked. Y-you really want me t-t-too." He smiled deviously as he continued. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You thought you didn't want him... But your body was betraying you.

"Toby- Oh fuck!" You buried your head in the mans chest as you came. Your heavy orgasm rocking your body and your slick covering his fingers.

"Mmmm... That's rrright pretty. I-I'm not done with y-you yet either." He removed his hand from your pants and slowly licked his fingers, making sure to give you a nice little show which you thoroughly enjoyed even if you refused to show it.

He placed his hands on your blood covered chest, pulling your shirt down so he could smear it across your beautiful skin, rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger. The red contrasted so well, it made him so painfully hard as he looked you over. Your beautiful tits smeared with blood, moaning from his touch.

Toby wasted no time bending you over the counter and pulling down your pants. You hear the clink of his belt as he undid it, unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Your heart raced in anticipation, it was so loud in your ears you worried he could hear it. He lets out a chuckle as he looks you over once more. He'd thought about this moment for a while.

He'd wanted you.

So. Damn. Bad.

Now was his chance. He pushed in, giving you no time to adjust as he bottomed out. He was all deep groans as he thrusted. You were so warm, so soft, so wet. It was everything he'd imagined from you. His cock was soaked with your juices, making wet slapping sounds as he ruthlessly fucked into you. He loved how lewd this was. Fucking against their victim's white marble counter, smearing blood against it as he thrusted harshly into you. The family dead into the living room in front of you. Your high pitched moans were like music to his ears. There was no reason to be quiet now and the both of you knew it.

"F-fuck you feel s-s-so damn good!" He moaned as he groped your boobs, smearing the blood further than he had previously.

You gripped the counter harshly as he ruined you, giving all of yourself to him with no more complaint. It wasn't long before you let go once again, covering his cock with your juices, falling limp against the counter as he continued. Soon enough he pulled out, leaving you feeling desperately empty as he turned you around, forcing you to your knees.

"I-I'm close Y/N, finish me o-off." He smirked, practically shoving his dick in your mouth. He let you do the rest with his hand in your hair, moaning loudly as you did.

It was only a matter of seconds before he came, pressing your head down so your nose touched his lower abdomen and his cock was buried deep inside your mouth. You dug your nails into his pale thighs with tears escaping your eyes. You swallowed obediently, hoping he'd quit suffocating you if you did. The proxy pulled you off by your hair, admiring how pathetic you looked. Your nose ran, tears falling down your pretty cheeks, on your knees, and your hair a mess from his hands.

"M-my pretty g-girl~" He hummed as he wiped your lip, picking you up and placing you on the counter. "Let's go h-home and take a s-shower huh?" He pulled up his pants, securing his belt before helping you with a smirk. Wiping your extra tears before picking you up in his slender but strong arms and leaving your bloody crime scene.

Okay this took forever but I'm proud of it. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your asks, I love seeing them 🖤🖤

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bad idea right? | jack hughes x reader

guts masterlist🦋

summary: olivia rodrigos new song, bad idea right?

word count: 1.5k

warnings: light? smut idk i've never done this before

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ynuser i cant even hear my thoughts

the tequila, and the pink whitney shots were coursing through your veins as you danced with your friends among a mass of other 20-somethings your age. you let loose. you had been broken up with your boyfriend, jack hughes, for months now and so who could blame you for hitting a club with your best group of friends?

before you knew it though, you were dragged into the clubs dingy bathroom so your friend could reapply some of her lip gloss.

ex bf (jack): 1 missed call

you had no idea why your ex would be calling you. sure your breakup was amicable, but that hadn’t meant that the two of you kept in touch. after jack had broken up with you, claiming that the long distance while he would be in michigan for the summer would be too much, you hadn’t reached out. and he hadn't either.

you stepped away from the bathroom's large mirror and your group of friends, claiming that you needed to use the bathroom real quick. you walked into the furthest stall, away from the loud music, and quickly dialled jack back. all the alcohol in your system not letting you question whether or not calling him was a good idea or not.

he picked up on the second ring. “y/n,” jack breathed into the receiver, almost sounding relieved that you had called him back.

“hello,” your giggles were muffled as you moved your hand to cup your lips. you really should not have called him back.

“are you out right now?” jack asked, already knowing the answer. he had seen your insta post earlier, with the club you were at tagged, and it was with that information that he knew you were close to his new apartment.

“yeah i am, where are you?” you responded, leaning your head back against the stall door. you knew you only had about one more minute before your friends questioned your lengthy bathroom visit, so you prayed jack would speed things up. plus, the less time he took asking you to go over, the less time you had to think of an excuse not to go.

“i’m at my new place.. you should come check it out. its near that club that you're at,”

“y/n! are you good in there?” your best friend's shouts carried throughout the crowded bathroom. you could hear the drunk bathroom talk, and you could imagine the long queue to the bathroom stalls.

you tilted your phone away from your mouth before loudly responding, “yeah! just one minute!”

seeing jack tonight… it was a bad idea right?

ex bf (jack): here's my address:

ex bf (jack) sent his location 📍

fuck it, its fine.

you brought the phone back to your lips, “i'll be there in twenty?”

“see you soon, i can't wait to give you the grand tour,” jack chuckles lightly and you can't help but smile. you swore his voice made you feel things…

you end the call just as your friends start banging on the stall door.

“it's been like five minutes, are you seriously good?” one of your friends shouts as she tries to wiggle your door open. you step away from the stall door, quickly flushing before fixing your hair. you had to act normal around them and not at all like you were possibly, maybe, about to hook up with your ex whom you hadn’t seen in months.

you unlocked the stall door just as your friend's hand beat against it. the door swings open, knocking your hand and sending your phone tumbling to the ground. “is she done in there?” some random girl yells as she shoves her way into the bathroom. she pushes your phone out beneath the stall with her foot as she slams the door shut in your face.

“asshole,” your friend whispers as she reaches down and picks your phone up for you. she stands up, staring down at your phone screen while the bathroom buzzes around you. “jack?” she finally questions, turning your phone towards you. your heart races, worried your friend had somehow stumbled across yours and jacks open text messages. how would you explain that? your friends would definitely tell you not to meet up with him and well… you wanted jack bad.

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jackhughes back in NJ😈🔥🏒

you snatched your phone back, and let out a loud sigh of relief as you realized your friend was just looking at jacks instagram that was at the top of your feed. “why haven't you unfollowed him yet?” she questioned, and you just shrugged. you peered at the photos again as your group of friends rejoined the others on the dance floor and… wow. you immediately lost all thoughts and coherence… this boy would be the death of you. you couldn't think of anyone hotter than him.

you waited for your opportunity to escape. you would text your friends that you left and that you were tired as soon as you made it on the bus. luckily for you, there were buses shuttling people around every 15 minutes, so you wouldn’t have to wait long if it came down to it.

“you single?” a guy shouted into your ear as he started dancing near you. you nodded, realizing that this could be another way out… if your friends saw you chatting up some guy, you would have an excuse to go “missing” for a while…

you slung one of your arms around the guy's shoulder as you continued jumping up and down to the music (your form of dancing), as you tried to catch one of your friends' eyes.

it only took you half a song for one of your friends to notice the new guy, and she immediately gave you a small hands up. he's cute! your friend mouthed and you nodded enthusiastically to portray your part. you couldn't wait to see jack.

“GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW! YOUR LOVES GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW!” the crowd roared as everyone started screaming the lyrics to beyonces, crazy in love. this was your opportunity. none of your friends were paying attention to you, and you quickly signalled to the guy you were with that you had to use the bathroom… he nodded, taking his hands off of you and letting you leave.

you barely spare your friends a glance as you grip your phone tight in your hand and squeeze through the crowd of people on the dance floor.

the cold outside air sobers you up quickly, and before you can even think about what you were about to do you make it to the bus station.

ex bf (jack): can't wait to see you ;)

❤️ you hearted one message

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jack's front door was hard against your fist. you banged on his door fast and hard, and he immediately opened it, ushering you inside and out of the rain.

“i’m kind of surprised you came,” jack says, very obviously checking you out. you were soaked and wet from the heavy rain.

“i'm kind of surprised you called,” you rebutted, causing jack to smile cockily at you. he shrugged his shoulders, “figured you’d want to see the new place,” he waved his hand, proudly displaying his new home for the year.

“It's nice,” you confirmed, shrugging off your wet sweater as you stepped further inside jacks living room.

“i thought you’d like to see my bedroom specifically,” jack laughed at your raised eyebrows. you had never seemed to get used to how straightforward he was. you recovered quickly though, huskily whispering, “show me?”

jack wasted no time dragging you into his bedroom. he grabbed the wet sweater that was still clutched to your chest and threw it across his bedroom before pushing you down onto his bed.

“i need you so bad jacky,” you moaned softly as he started peeling your top up and off you. he pressed his lips against your jaw, and slowly trailed kisses down to the base of your neck.

“i missed seeing you like this,” jack groaned against your neck as you moved your hands to undo the strings of his sweats. “should’ve never let you go so easily huh?” he whispered in your ear and it was your turn to let out a groan as he pushed your hands away from him and moved his knee to rest in between your thighs.

“please jack,” you gasp, staring jack in the eyes as he expertly nips and licks at one of your boobs while one of his hands massages the other.

“please what?” he responds teasingly as he briefly pulls back from your chest before giving your other boob some attention. his thumb brushes against your other nipple, and you hum in satisfaction before bringing your own hand up to tug on his now overgrown hair.

“i need you,” you whimper, and not even a minute later jack is pulling your skirt off and ripping off his sweats.

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

The biggest lie I ever said

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

#OR masterlist #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes insta edit #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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katcoquette · 2 years

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Goodness Gracious

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x f!Reader

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summary: you take the navy boy up on his offer to make up for almost hitting you in the head with a football.

★ word count: 1.7k

★ tw: edging, too hot to handle, intimacy

★ author's note: I got a littleee bit carried away... technically a part two of this but can be read on its own! also, there will be at least 3 more independent parts of this 'series'! (side note: the great balls of fire music video they just released of miles teller does something to me I've watched it HUNDREDS of times, has me kicking my feet and squealing god DAMN.) part three

He walked into the bar like he owned the place.

You could see him from your spot at the counter scanning the room as you sip the straw in front of you.

His shirt is back on, with a loose button-up thrown over the top. His signature aviators are still on, and even though the air had cooled down significantly from when you were on the beach, you still feel hot.

He only arrives 10 minutes after the rest of them, but that had been enough time for Jake, “Hangman”, to buy you and your friends a round and properly introduce himself.

After the encounter at the beach, you, and by extension, Gemma, Z, and Max, had been invited to join the group of pilots at a local bar later that evening. It was easy enough to find, and you walked in to see an ongoing pool game. Hangman recognized your group and called you over to join them, and that’s how you ended up on the stool that gave you a perfect view of the entrance to the bar.

When he spots you, you smile cheekily, pushing off the counter so your stool spins to face toward the pool table- your back to him. You make a point of holding your drink when he appears next to you.

“Nice of you to join us, Rooster.” Hangman calls from a couple of stools down, where he’s sitting talking to Max. You look up at Rooster and smirk, biting your bottom lip.

“What he said.” You tease, sucking your straw again. He ignores Hangman and sits down next to you. You turn and face him, putting one elbow up on the counter and leaning into it.

He puts a finger up to order a drink then focuses his attention on you, mirroring your position.

“I’m not off to a good start, am I?”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “I wouldn’t say that.” You motion toward Hangman with your head, “He just beat you to it.”

You look back and watch him shamelessly flirt with your friend, then share a glance with Rooster. “Although you were already ahead.”

He chuckles, “Not your type?”

You shake your head, smiling. “I’m more into… guys in Hawaiian shirts and aviators.”

“Wow, even after I almost hit you with that football?” You grin, “Who said I meant you?”

He makes a big show of looking around the bar, both of you aware already that you were definitely describing him.

The two of you lock eyes, his expression saying I told you so, and he’s waiting to see what your next move will be. The intensity causes your face to heat up.

You clear your throat and continue, shaking the now empty glass in your hand. “So, you gonna start making it up to me, or what?”

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You had finished another drink courtesy of Rooster, as well as a shot you had crossed arms and done together- Three, Two, One, Drink!- and now you were in the middle of a team pool game with seven other people.

You hear a bell ring from the middle of the bar, followed by whooping and hollering. You lean over to Rooster once he finishes cheering along, “What does that mean?”

He smirks, “Someone broke the rules of the bar, drinks are on them.” And then to the rest of the group, “I’ll get us another round!”

You watch him walk away. He’s got to be the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen. His tanned skin still seems to be glowing, even though it’s long past sunset. And his shoulders…

He probably gives good hugs. You decide you’ll find out tonight.

Z pokes you with her pool stick from the other side of the table. It startles you out of your thoughts, and you turn to look at her. She’s smirking. “Don’t ya think he’ll need some help with those?”

You roll your eyes slightly in an attempt to cover her catching you staring but agree anyway and make your way through the crowd to find him.

“Hey.” You nudge his shoulder with yours.

He grins, turning on the stool to face you. “Hey.”

“How many more are we waiting on?” You motion to the two bottles that he has in front of him. His grin changes into the same sheepish one he wore on the beach, but this time, it’s accompanied by a glint in his eye.

“Actuallyy…I was only planning on getting you one.” You give him a questioning smile.

He doesn’t say anything, not yet. Instead, he reaches out and grabs your arm, slowly pulling you closer to him until you’re practically standing between his legs, and he can wrap an arm around you. You return the gesture, letting an arm fall loosely around his neck.

It wasn’t the first time he’d touched you tonight- you’d been brushing body parts and giving flirty pats all evening, but this was more intentional, and it set your skin on fire.

The stool is tall enough that even with him sitting, you’re basically face to face.

On the outside, you’re sure you look calm and collected- even sultry. On the inside… that was a different story.

You almost miss the next words that come out of his mouth.

“Remember what I said on the beach?” You nod.

Full disclosure- I’m planning on stealing you away once the rest of the guys are there to distract your friends.

“This is me trying to steal you away.”

You look back at the pool table, everyone engrossed in the game or each other, and you decide you won’t feel bad about not returning with drinks.

You turn back to the beautiful, beautiful man in front of you.

“Let’s go then.”

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You’d willingly followed Rooster outside to the patio of the Hard Deck. It hadn’t been set up for the season yet, so the two of you stand just out of view of the inside of the bar. It’s quieter outside, both of you falling into a comfortable silence as you drink.

It was a strange feeling, being so relaxed around someone you’d met earlier that day. There was something friendly about him, you’d felt it at the beach too. You hadn’t known him long, yes, but you knew he was genuine.

You take a deep breath of the cool sea breeze and look up at the stars twinkling in the sky.

“What’s it like up there?” You almost whisper. You’re still looking up when you ask it, so you miss the look of pure adoration on his face as he smiles to himself.

When he doesn’t immediately answer, you finally glance over. He’s still staring at you.

Your heart skips a beat.

You take a step closer to him, gently pulling his aviators away from his eyes and pushing them up onto his head.

“It’s exhilarating.” His voice is low as he reaches up and brushes a piece of hair off your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek.

“Up there-“ He gestures up with a nod of his head, then looks back down into your eyes. His hand slides from your cheek to the side of your head. “It can feel like you’re the only person truly living.”

You take a sharp breath in as he leans in and kisses you.

You’re not sure if it’s the slight buzz you still have from the alcohol you’ve consumed, but you feel like you’ve been struck by lightning.

One hand cups your face, while the older holds your hips firm against his. His lips are soft, and damn he’s an amazing kisser.

Your hand finds its way to the back of his head, nails lightly scratching the nape of his neck.“Y/N-“ He moans against your lips.

“Hey Roost!”

You jump apart slightly at the voice.

“Ooh, sorry to interrupt. Think we could use a song in there when you have a minute.” Another pilot says with a wink, before retreating into the bar.

You hide your face in your hands against Rooster’s chest, laughing at the situation. He wraps his arms around you in a massive hug, joining your laughter.

You’d been right about his hugs.

You look up at him incredulously a few moments later, gripping his biceps. “Don’t tell me you can play the piano.”

He shrugs, pretending to brush off one shoulder. “I dabble.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you, kissing him again. His hands are back on your waist. “Well don’t you just keep getting better and better.” You murmur against his lips.

You pull away, smirking. “We better get in there; I have to see this.”

He grins, slides his aviators back on, and grabs your hand.

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The second you hear him play the first chords; you’re convinced he was just being humble.

And then he sings. You almost pass out.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!” He pushes up his sunglasses. “Too much love drives a man insane!” He was driving you insane.

“You broke my will, but what a thrill!” He leans closer to you, and you join in for the next line. “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” Here you go.

“Kiss me baby! Ooh, that feels good, baby.” No one misses the look he gives you at that line, making you blush.

“Hold me baby!” You, Z, and Gemma grab each other. At this point half the bar was singing along, but you were still focused on Rooster’s voice. “I wanna love you like a lover should.”

“You’re fine!” You sing to Rooster, holding your hand up like you have a microphone.

You clasp a hand over your heart. “You’re so kind!”

“Imma tell the world that you’re mine mine mine mine!” You’re laughing, arms thrown around your friends, and having the time of your life.

The piano solo comes and now you’re sure he’s showing off. He doesn’t break eye contact and he slides his fingers across the keys.

“OW!” You cheer him on.

He gives you a cheeky smile and a wink as he goes back into the song.

You scream along with the rest of the bar for another verse and a half, dancing with your friends, and sneaking glances with Rooster.

“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” You put your hands in the air as everyone finishes singing.

The entire bar erupts into cheers, and as they start chanting Rooster’s name, and he stands up and does a victory dance, you know you’re in for a wild ride.

part three

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knyinfinity · 28 days

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Ultimo Ortu Solis

MuichiroxDemon Amari AU.

It's finally here lol and kinda late but it's finally done! I hope you all enjoy 🥰

Unofficial coauthor tag: @risingscorchingsuns

I've hyped this up a lot so I really hope you like it too Leon 🥹❤️‍🔥

Word count: 4,977 (ik I said 5k lol editing)

Amari was gasping and broken. Physically, she was about to collapse. She could feel at least 2 shattered ribs, a twisted ankle, and the spottiness in the edges of her vision from the blood loss was starting to cause her head to swim. She clenched her jaw as her hand came up to support her ribcage, attempting to ignore the ache in every breath.

She carefully slid one foot in front of another, being more mindful as the continuous shifting walls and opening doors caused those random drops to appear. In the silence, minus the hissing and barely audible gasps of pain, she paused for the brief moment to take in her surroundings (not that she believed it would help much since everything was constantly shifting and changing). The room she managed to find herself in seemed to be a conglomerate of house walls and doors sliding and moving against each other at strange angles, changing at random. She could catch glimpses here and there of different flashing colors, scenery, was that a house?

The group she had been with got dropped into this hellish maze and they had all been quickly separated as enemies, demons began to appear left and right. It seemed like every shifting door opened, they grew and moved, raising and falling as they were dropped and pushed. They all disappeared one by one and Amari quickly found herself alone.

Her heart fluttered dangerously in her chest as she tried to focus on moving forward. Find the next demon, find the closest door, find Muzan. Those were her objectives, she told herself as she tried not to focus on the crushing guilt, the haunting and repetitive look of fear and dread that crossed their faces again and again every time they would be torn, dropped, or ripped apart. Her head felt heavy as it hung for a moment. She leaned against a wall that had slid over towards her as she tried to move on, past the guilt, for her fellow corps members.

A sudden disembodied and sinister laugh echoed around her before a well dressed man stepped out from around the very same wall she was resting against. Amari glared as she tried to immediately settle into her first breathing form. There was no denying what he was, or who. Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon King. His suffocating presence was unmistakable as she met the twisted yet empty smile adorning his face. Crying out as she pressed her weight onto her front leg, a torturous pain shot through her leg and her ribs as she took a full breath, causing her to drop down to her knee. She hissed and gripped her sword with ferocity while she glared at the floor, waiting and listening.

“Amusing, but you’re not who I was expecting. I have more cockroaches to take care of. However,” There was a pause as he took a few barely audible steps towards her collapsed figure. “However, I think you can be useful to me.” Amari adjusted the grip on her sword as his shoes came into her eyesight. ‘I know I will die. I need to make sure it means something. I’m sorry, Mui.’ She thought to herself as she took a long slow breath, mentally steeling herself for what was about to follow.

As she went to lift her eyes from the floor, she tensed to swing her sword in an attempt to land any damage to the demon king that she could muster. In the midst of her attack, however, her eyes met his and every muscle in her body turned to ice. In a fraction of an instant, all of the strength was sapped from her body as her sword fell uselessly to her side. She wanted to fight. She wanted to feel that igniting passion that spurred her only moments ago but the only thought that passed through her racing mind as his eyes bore deep into hers was ‘I’m going to die here.’

“I had no intentions of making any more demons, but there are still Pillars alive.” Muzan’s empty smile twisted into a grimace as she willed her frozen muscles to move, even twitch. It didn’t matter, though, because the instant her hand moved, her sword was gone, tossed aside with a flick of his wrist. Letting out an animalistic snarl, he gripped her throat with his nails, digging them into her neck as he lifted her off the ground before turning to hold her over one of the endlessly open abysses that existed in the Castle. Amari sputtered and gasped as she immediately gripped the inhuman talons that clutched her trachea.

“Do…it. Kill-” His laughter echoed around them, interrupting what she thought were her final words as she felt his large elongated nails grow somehow thinner and even longer. They drilled deep into her neck as she felt what could only be liquid fire entering her blood. Panic and anger began to cloud her mind as her airway, already constricted from his hand squeezing, now started to completely close from the rush. She couldn’t breathe as she felt every inch of her body overcome with this molten heat, working its way into each of her fingers and down to the tips of her toes. It was beginning to enrage her. Every human thought or memory she ever had was completely consumed with this unbearable hatred and searing fire. The twitching that was beginning in her muscles as her body began to seize in his grasp told her that she wasn’t human anymore. As she fought with all the mental willpower she possessed, it wasn't enough as her humanity and mentality began to slip away into the searing fire and darkness.

“Did you not hear a word I said, pathetic slayer? I won’t be killing you. You will be making yourself useful to me. Take care of that Pillar.” Muzan spoke in a tone of disgust tossing her off to the side as her body continued to seize while she rolled around. Amari began clawing at her chest and throat, coughing as her airway opened once more. Her breathing began to come in ragged gasps as screams of agony were silenced by her clenching her jaw. He would not gain any satisfaction from hearing hear her scream as the pain rippled through her body in waves.

She lay there in disbelief, panting as the molten fire that raged through her mere moments ago, quickly settled into a low and steady burn. She didn't even realize that her new ‘lord’ had departed. Slowly, her arms moved once more, beginning to claw and tear at her chest, her face, her neck, her arms; anything she could possibly reach, even though she knew it was futile. She knew that demon blood had entered her body and now she is one of the monsters that haunted every single dream of her loved ones.

A deep roar worked its way through her chest and ripped its way out of her throat.

She had spent countless hours and years of her life training. She had sacrificed her childhood, her parents, her beloved siblings, the only life she ever knew or wanted; the callouses that layered the skin of her palms proved her dedication to a war she was forced into. Those memories disappeared in an instant, ashes and smoke as she was consumed by a desire to kill.

‘It was all useless.’ she thought as her teeth and nails lengthened, as her throat became hot and dry. She tore at the ground, curling into a ball while the burning heat settling deep in her core and the boiling rage settled hot in her chest. Kill, kill, kill…It echoed almost like a song in her ear along with every heartbeat.

'Take care of that Pillar…' Bright blue eyes, long dark hair with a matching dark uniform. She knew this face somehow. Who was this? ‘Take care of that Pillar…’ It was only a whisper amongst the all consuming darkened rage and need to kill that was beginning to eat away at her mind. The bloodlust had entered her veins and burned the image of that Pillars face bright behind her eyes as the war raged on in her soul.

‘You’re late today…Brace better…Again…You’d be dead in battle…You’re too slow…You need to be more aware of your surroundings’

Amari’s eyes blackened over as the transformation completed. (Kill, kill, kill…) There was a beat of silence, notes of soft hissing as doors moved around her before she steadily moved to her feet. She flexed all of her muscles, testing the strength of her new body before she took a deep breath, tasting the air on her tongue, tasting the flavors of humans and other demons alike, tasting their positions in the Castle.

She took another long and slow breath before picking up her katana and sheathing it. Her eyes moved around the clearing type room that she was in, taking note of a pariticular wet rain scent off to the east. She turned her body towards the taste as she dug her heel into the floor, putting all of her power into her initial launch as she ran. She needed to find this face and she needed to find him fast.

Muichiro’s mind continued to race with an endless current of anxious thoughts. He and Sanemi had been dropped into this twisted house, assumed to be Muzan’s lair, with most of the other Corps. He cared about them too, sure, but definitely not like his current Tsuguko.

Amari slipped through his grasp over an hour ago and she hadn’t left his mind since. Logically, he knew she could handle herself. She had been training under him after all; but it didn’t ease the knot deep inside of his chest, the nauseous ache in his stomach or his eyes that continued to dart around with every step that he took as he ran.

“Right!” Sanemi’s gruff voice called out as Muichiro was pulled from his thoughts. His gaze turned towards the direction that Sanemi had called out as they both came to a halt. The most vile, repulsive smell filled his nose. It made his eyes water while he tried not to gag as they were met with one of the most gruesome sights.

A large figure covered in a black cloak was crouched over a melted and nearly unrecognizable pile of Corps members’ bodies. Its skeletal hand was shoveling mush and flesh towards its shadowy mass of a face without regard as it hadn't noticed either of the Pillars presence yet.

The demon made a loud noise, a combination of a groan and a vibrating growl as it turned towards the sound of their disturbance. They draw their swords, the nichirin metal catching the dim lanterns' reflections just barely as they meet each other’s gaze for only a brief second. As the demon slowly rose, showing that it was much larger than they both thought, he decided to strike. ‘It’s easily 3 feet taller than me. Knocking it over first will be the quickest way to behead it.’ He thought to himself as he shifted into a deep crouch.

The ground shook with every stomp as the monster charged towards him and, when it made a grab for him, he jumped.

“Mist Breathing: Sixth Form, Lunar Dispersing Mist.” He murmured as he landed a multitude of slashes along the demon's exterior. Though he had been aiming for its body as he twisted and sliced his sword through the air, he learned as the metal made no contact that this monster had no type of body.

Muichiro turned back towards the demon as soon as his feet made contact with the floor. As the pieces of the cloak that he cut fell, Sanemi ran towards the demon, its grotesque form now on full display as it reached its corpse-like arm out towards the younger boy.

“Wind Breathing, Second Form: Claws, Purifying Wind!” Muichiro braced for the aftershock of Sanemi’s attack and the bite of the cold. There was a beat of tense silence after Sanemi landed, hitting the demon with clean and precise strikes. Both of its heads tilted slightly, pausing as each one moved to look at either slayer as it let out an ear piercing shriek before the head facing Sanemi exploded. They jumped back to the edges of the room in horror as acid and blood burst out everywhere, watching as the neck wound closed almost instantaneously. As the men moved to combine their attacks once more, Muichiro noticed an ever-so-subtle shift in the air. Instead of the incredibly pungent and sour stench from the acid that layered almost every corner of the room they were in; now that disgusting scent was mixed with the subtle dry aroma of smoke and the slightest hint of wisteria.

“Smoke Breathing, Second Form: Smoke Left From a Burning Soul.” His eyes filled with unshed tears while the knot in his chest vanished as he attempted to take a deep sigh in relief at the sound of her voice. A familiar shadow crashed through the wall behind the demon, bringing with it a wave of smoke that began to permeate the room in an instant. The corpse demons breathing grew more ragged as it turned towards the sound of the intrusion, bony hands in search of anything it may be able to grasp. He watched as her familiar pink nichirin steel cut through her own smoke as he heard her voice call out.

“Third Form, Shadow Dancing Slash.” The effect was instantaneous as they could only watch her strikes land consistently and almost rhythmically. Her smoke moved through the air, cloaking and hiding her body's movements from the monster. Her sword moved upwards in quick succession, deadly determination within each stab and slice. As Amari’s shadow moved around with her strikes, Muichiro caught a flash of her gray haori as she launched herself above the demon high in the air. She brought her sword above her head as she completed her technique and in the dim glow of the lanterns, she had never looked more elegant or graceful.

Her toes touched the floor with barely a sound as she lifted her head. Her smoke slowly dissipated, the demon's ragged breathing quickly turning into gasping before taking its final breath as the bones and rotten flesh holding its joints began to split apart, falling into ashes before it touched the ground. As the dust from the wall fully settles and the smoke finally clears, he’s able to see the dingy girl that he’s been searching so desperately for.

“Shit.” He could hear Sanemi murmur from across the room. He didn’t ask what it meant when his foot moved a single step towards her, almost in a daze. Sanemi swore all the time, why should he care what the reason was now? But as Amari slowly turned around to face him, his gaze shifted from relief to confusion. Who was he looking at? He knew it was Amari, but it wasn’t his Amari.

His Amari’s ashen haori was kept in pristine condition with a hidden secret she refused to share with anyone. This Amari's haori looked just like hers too though, but it was torn and soaked deep burgundy with blood, not even dry yet. His Amari’s eyes, the color of clouds before a thunderstorm, so beautiful he could get lost in them forever. He swears he almost has. This Amari’s eyes were pure black with a deep gradient blue center, but lifeless. Empty. No longer any hint of the humanity that used to lay mysteriously beneath her surface. His Amari’s hair was unkempt and a bit messy but tied together. As easy as breathing but everything with her was. This Amari's hair was straight down and her colors had reversed with the tips of her hair being white instead. It unsettled him, as though she were a reflection. One he wasn't sure he was ready to face.

Her hand gripped her sword while her unseeing eyes glossed over the walls and around the room. The anxious feelings he had escaped mere moments ago, returned as she met his gaze. The air in the room shifted and felt charged with electricity as the grip on her hilt changed and Sanemi took a hesitant step forward. Muichiro raised his hand towards him, ever so slightly moving his own sword towards Amari, not moving his eyes away from hers.

“Go on. I will be the one to take care of her.” Muichiro spoke determinedly as the elder scoffed before turning away and sheathing his blade.

“Will you?” Muichiro sneered and looked to respond but he was already gone.

“You.” Her voice wasn't above a whisper but his attention snapped back to her face. Her eyebrows were drawn in, her fangs were exposed as her lips were pulled back over her teeth. Her eyes held no hint of the love or care that he had grown used to. Now they held a mirrored rage that he recognized all too well. But he could-he could change her back right? No, she's a demon now. But surely she-she wouldn't…

“I hate you.” He quickly stepped to the side at the same moment she lunged forward thrusting her sword to impale him. A resounding crack echoed through the air and he screamed, feeling agony as his leg was broken. In his panic and pain, he swung his sword. Metal clanged together as she deflected his blow before she jumped a few feet away. She really was going to kill him…

“I hate you!” She growled as she rushed towards him once more. He drew in a quick recovery breath as he rolled and while he stood, he shifted his weight onto his unbroken leg. He blocked her initial attack from his right side with his sword, the sound echoing through the empty space. His hand came up to block hers as she tried to hit his face.

Amari saw her opening as she took advantage of his distraction. She raised her leg between them, landing a kick to Muichiro’s chest and sending him through one of the many walls scattered around the endless rooms. She followed quickly as she landed on top, not giving him any time to recover. She raised her claws, swiping at the left side of his face and almost tearing open the side of his cheek.

“I’m sorry…” Muichiro spoke so softly that if she hadn’t seen his lips move, she wouldn’t even be sure he had spoken. She growled as she went to bring her fist down on his face, his unarmed hand came to catch hers.

“I am more sorry than you will ever live to be aware of. I will spend whatever life I have left atoning for the mistakes I’ve made to you, towards you,” He brought his leg in between them as he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him and seeing her face now frozen in shock.

“I pushed you too much- I only wanted to push you to be better. I only ever wanted you to be the best version of yourself. Better than me in every way. I could see the beautiful, loving soul you were, but I only wanted…I am sorry.” The last words fell in a whisper, echoing into the empty air between the two tragic heroes. They fell into their familiar and almost comfortable long stare as both of their eyes filled with unshed tears. Amari nodded in a silent understanding as they both realized what needed to happen now, before the sunrise. His eyes slowly widened as the weight of his sword became overbearing, causing it to slip from his grasp.

He'd done it so many times before. He had sparred, trained, pushing his body beyond its limits to where he could barely see, move, even eat. Numerous swords battered, chipped and destroyed. Countless heads had fallen to his feet, many times almost at the cost of his life. He had never given it another thought, merely decided that this was his path in life, that he had no other reason. After seeing the other Pillars with the same reasons, he only became more sure in his beliefs. Every demon will die. They both knew this was it and yet…he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring his blade to her neck. Their eyes remained locked together in that same unknown trance they had been caught in endless times before. He felt the familiar flutter rise in his chest while his limbs became weak. His eyes widened as she smiled softly and spoke with a whisper into the empty air.

“I can’t wait to spend my final sunrise with you.” Memories flooded back to the forefront of his mind and his eyes filled with tears as they began to play like a film reel.

I can’t wait to spend my final sunrise with you…He remembered the amount of surprise that went through his mind when he first heard those words. Why him? That was very out of character for her to say. What should he respond with? Instead, Amari just gave him such a quick smile, he was almost sure he’d imagined it, before she moved past the threshold out towards the street as they left the wisteria house.

I can’t wait to spend my final sunrise with you…He looked down in his lap to see she had fallen asleep after muttering those words. Almost as if she was already drifting off into a dream. He idly wondered why a sunrise would matter so much to her if it would be her last one. As he watched her face morph from the usual forced emptiness to a softer, more relaxed dreamlike state, he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe spending your final sunrise with you wouldn't be so strange, he thought to himself.

I can’t wait to spend my final sunrise with you…Those words rang through his ears with a sense of familiarity. He watched her from his peripheral view as she quietly stole a glance his way before intertwining her pinky with his for the first time. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot through his heart. As the first fiery beams of sunrise lit up the horizon, the two slayers turned towards their mini camp, their little fingers still intertwined.

I can’t wait to spend my final sunrise with you…Muichiro’s forehead rested against hers as she muttered those words into the empty winter air. The typical patrol had been uneventful and she was bitter but as the warmth of first light approached, he could sense her excitement. That phrase though, he couldn’t ignore the sense of deja vu every time…oh well. They both know he’ll remember one of these days. He smiled as he gently kissed her forehead before they wandered back towards headquarters, the crunch of the snow filling the comfortable silence.

Hundreds of moments, memories, lost and forgotten. He could hardly catch his breath as they came rushing back into his mind in waves. Days and weeks that once felt incomplete, now felt like home with the reminders of her face, her eyes, her touch, her in his life.

He was no longer pinning her down in an attempt to restrain her from killing him; instead, his arms rested on either side of her as he laid above her, brushing the disheveled hair away from her face as he simply stared, drinking in every detail of her now peaceful expression, appreciating their quiet unspoken moment yet again as they simply exist together.

It was his final goodbye and he needed to remember. Needed to burn her memory into his mind and soul. His eyes bore into hers, the fascinating colors and shapes morphing together as they changed from the typical demonic form and ice blue shade, slowly but surely back into her human set. The once murderous gaze that held nothing but tragic anger was now replaced with her usual emptier stare returning his own. The color that everyone considered to be dull ashen gray, he now realized held the tiniest flecks of purple making them more ashy lavender. His gaze drifted to her eyelashes and the way they kissed her cheek every time she blinked. He wanted to kiss her cheek also, wanted to feel the softness of her skin under his lips. But he couldn't. He would be tempting fate. He would be losing time to remember. So instead he let his hands do the work as they continued to trace the shape of her face, moving and threading his fingers through her hair as he did before not so long ago. It seemed like a distant dream now. Her lips were next; the soft supple skin almost never changing from the usual set neutral expression. He was used to it. As he had learned, not only was she a quiet beauty on the outside; her quiet personality was hiding a beautiful yet damaged soul on the inside. It was hiding all of her pain, her love, her fear; all of the passion that drove her to carry a sword, to slay every demon she encountered. He realized in that moment as he continued to admire her tragically beautiful expression, that she never had to be better, he never had to improve anything, that she never deserved any of this. She was perfect.

She merely caressed his face, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly only once before returning her head to the ground. As the silence grew between them, his admiration and love grew as he just continued to take in all her beauty and grace, cursing the gods and tragedy of it all. He wanted to say something, anything to take all of this away. He just wanted to save her. But nothing would have been able to come out as he heard himself letting out panicked gasps. His turquoise eyes trying to etch every single inch of her face into the back of his eyelids. Every time Muichiro closes his eyes, he wants to be able to see her smile, her usual soft and satin like hair, almost wishes he could burn the memory of the feeling into his hands.

Neither of them noticed when the Infinity Castle fell apart and burned away around them. Muichiro was too absorbed in how her body always felt warm, comfortable with him. It always felt like it belonged and he just wish he could have held her more. Instead, the changes of the inky black to lighter blues indicated that dawn was coming.

Fresh tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. He hissed slightly through the pain, the uneven gasps were quickly turning into quiet sobs as he prepared his final goodbye but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. All he could do was press his lips to hers in a desperate unspoken attempt as the first golden rays of sunrise broke through the shadowy shelter of buildings and trees.

The skin on his lips chapped in an instant, the flesh around them nearly melting as he pulled away. He could feel the flesh she had once torn open on his cheek cauterize as a burn and scar was left in its stead. He opened his eyes to see her smiling, placing one final touch to his cheek, to the mark that would now connect them beyond death, as the last of her body and bones burned away to ash in the early morning sun.

The broken breaths and sobs came and went as he curled up on himself, gripping onto his own uniform. When demons disintergrate, they leave nothing behind… He couldn’t truly let himself believe that she was gone. There was no one to hold him anymore, he could only hold himself. After some time, he began tearing his fingers through his hair, desperately looking for some form of comfort but none came.

‘Sunrises bring hope,’ She had once said. It was one of Amari’s favorite quotes. ‘It means I got to wake up and see the next day.’ He never saw a sunrise the same after that. He no longer detested the bright, waking streams of light due to their hours and his want for sleep. He could have swam in the sun’s various seas of oranges, golds, and yellows. It brought him a sense of joy he couldn’t describe. He couldn’t stop himself as he began sifting through the memories, almost laughing at their bittersweet meanings of a past he’ll now cling to with a desperation for a future he knows he’ll never have.

He sighed as a familiar black uniform and white mask rolled his body over.

“Oh goodness! Lord Tokito, we thought it was you! We’re so happy to see you!” Another Kakushi ran over with a package, presumably a first aid kit as they began assessing his injuries and his eyes were empty as he stared at the passing clouds above.

“The…the battle is over, Sir.” The Kakushi mentioned awkwardly as they started bandaging the more minor injuries. He hissed as they attempted to temporarily fix his leg. One of them reached towards his face with aloe cream in hand when he gripped their wrist, his nails digging in to the point where he was drawing blood.

“Ouch! Uh, Lor-”

“Do not touch my face.” His adrenaline was beginning to wear off as his speech slurred lightly and his eyes began to droop. The burn's intensity was beginning to increase but he was determined to only feel it on the inside. Just as she would have.

“But sir that wound-”

“Is the least of my punishments for my failures.” The tone was even, there wasn’t meant to be any emotion behind it but it was simmering just below the surface. The Kakushi pulled their hand back and nodded slowly. Saying nothing else they simply went back to tending to the rest of his wounds.

This will be my reminder.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer oc #kny imagines #demon slayer original character #kimetsu muichiro #kny oc #oc x canon #oc fanfiction #knyinfinity original character #kny oc x muichiro #kny original character #kny ocs #demon slayer fanfic #fanfic

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stilldancewithyou · 5 months

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the ending (part 1)

Summary: This is how I imagine the story should end if there was a season 4 and/or book 4 or expanded epilogue to the books. This is taking place a couple years after Belly and Conrad's wedding and it is kind of a mix of the show and the books with some extra added things. It's based on this.

Warnings: none that I can think of, except this is basically one giant spoiler, if you have not read the books, I would recommend proceeding with caution because there are SPOILERS AHEAD. otherwise this is just overloaded with cuteness and all the Belly and Conrad married couple content the books didn't give us.

Word Count: 1783

Sunlight streams through the windows, illuminating the whole house in a way the sun only does in the summer. Everything is ready, and everyone will be here soon. I take one last walk around the house, making sure everything is in its place, that everything is perfect. It has to be perfect, just like Susannah would have done it. There's vases of blue hydrangeas that Conrad helped me cut from the bushes outside scattered throughout the house, and the kitchen is stocked with cereal.

I look up at the pictures on the mantle, Conrad and I on our wedding day; Conrad with Jere and Steven; Taylor and I; a group photo of all of us and Laurel; one of Con, Susie and I on the day Susie was born; and a Fisher family Christmas portrait that Conrad absolutely hates; and in the center, a shot of Susannah and all of us kids from the last summer we spent with her here. I smile, reaching up to gently touch the frame with my fingertips. Susannah would be so happy we're having a big Fisher-Conklin family summer at the summer house again.

I open the sliding door and step out onto the back deck, looking out at the ocean and feeling the sun warm on my face. It's warm but not too warm out, and the sky is clear and blue. A perfect Cousins beach day.

"It's a perfect Cousins beach day," Conrad says as he comes outside behind me, shutting the door very carefully and quietly.

"Yeah," I laugh, looking over at him fondly. "It's like you just read my mind."

He chuckles and then he's silent for a long moment as he takes in the view in front of us and the sunshine. "It feels like my Mom is here," He says softly, and I can see the sadness momentarily flicker in his eyes.

I lean towards him, putting my arms around him gently. "Susannah would never miss a summer in Cousins."

"No," He smiles, burying his head in the space between my shoulder and neck, "she wouldn't."

I'm suddenly aware of another person who is also, at this moment, missing. "Con, where's Susie? Did you check on her?"

"She's sleepin' like a baby, Belly," Conrad replies, with that smirk on his face that has always driven me crazy. "She timed her nap perfectly, she should be wide awake and well rested by the time everyone gets here."

"I should go get her ready. Knowing my mother, she will be here exactly on time," I tell him, starting to untangle myself from his embrace. I would stay in his arms forever if it was up to me.

He laughs, thinking this over. "Oh yeah, Laur will definitely be on time. Jere on the other hand, will absolutely be late. Him and Steven both." He turns to watch me open the door and head back inside. "Do you need help with Suz?"

"No, I've got it under control Con. Can you just do one last check and make sure we didn't forget anything?" I ask him.

"We already checked, like, four times, Bel, but you know I'll do anything for you," He can't keep the smile off his face as he follows me inside, stopping to kiss me for a moment, soft and slow. He smiles against my lips before he pulls away slowly and reaches out to push my hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear, letting his thumb brush against my cheek gently. "I love you."

Hearing Conrad Fisher say those words to me will never get old. Even after all these years, I still get butterflies and blush like a little girl every time he says it.

"I love you too," I smile at him, stealing one last kiss. It feels like getting the last word, getting the last kiss before I go upstairs. I have to kiss the smirk off his face, smooth out his lips, remind him that he's mine. Even though I know no matter how many times I kiss that smirk away it always comes back.

Upstairs, Susie is laying in her crib, just waking up. When she sees me she sits up, reaching out towards the bars on the side of the crib. Her blue eyes open wide, looking up at me and daring me to take longer than five seconds to pick her up. She has her father's eyes and his attitude. It takes me longer than five seconds to cross the nursery, so she pulls herself up, shaking the bars and making fussy, grumpy baby noises, devolving into crying. "Ma-ma!"

"Mama's got you, Susie," I say, lifting her out of the crib and holding her close to me, her little head resting on my shoulder. I rock her gently to soothe her, and her fussing slowly calms down. "I know, I know, it's hard to be a baby."

I lay her down on the changing table and play peekaboo with my hands, earning a smile and the sweetest little laughter from her. As I change her diaper and get her dressed in the pretty little baby sundress I picked out for her to wear today, I can hear quiet thumps and thuds from Conrad downstairs. He's opening and closing cabinets and doors, and moving things around. I smile to myself, knowing that despite him teasing me, he really is doing a final check. I know he wants this summer to be just as perfect as I do. Susie was born at the very end of last summer, so this is the first summer of her life, her first summer in Cousins. I know she won't remember it, but I want it to be special for her anyway, just like Susannah would have.

Susannah would be so happy that there's another little girl in the family, a Fisher girl. She'd be even happier to know that the nursery is in my old room, the one that was once Susannah's childhood bedroom. And she'd be absolutely thrilled that Conrad and I have made the summer house our home. It's my childhood dream come true. For me, this house has always been my home. Living here is like an endless summer in some ways, although every season in Cousins has its charm, especially winter. Waking up every day in this house with Conrad Fisher, I've never felt more at home.

I carry Susie downstairs, now that she's dressed and freshened up. Conrad is in the living room, refolding a blanket and fluffing up pillows on the couch, and his face lights up and breaks into a smile the second I walk in. "There's my girls," He smiles, giving me a quick peck on the lips and taking Susie into his arms. "Look at my pretty baby, all dressed up," He coos to her.

"She's all ready for her first summer," I say, smiling at the baby, "aren't you, pretty girl? All your favorite people are going to be here any minute."

"Yeah, you're so excited to see Uncle Stevie and Uncle Jere, aren't you?" Conrad says, still cooing in his baby-talking voice. "And Grandma Laur-" He's cut off by the sound of a car door shutting outside, and we hurry over to the door together to peek out the window, and speak of the devil, my mother is smiling and carrying some of her bags to the porch. When we open the door, my mother is standing there beaming at us. I don't think I've seen her this happy in a long time.

"Hi Laur! We're so happy you're here," Conrad smiles sincerely at her, moving in for a somewhat awkward hug since the baby is still in his arms. Susie is smiling wide at her, showing off her four little teeth.

I hug her next, and she squeezes me tight. "Belly, it's so good to see you. You're glowing, bean."

"Thanks Mom," I smile at her. "Now put your bags down and make yourself at home. Conrad will help you carry your things in."

"I'm holding the baby though, so I don't know if I can," He says teasingly, smirking. I know he was going to do it anyway, without anyone ever having to ask; he's still the same old Conrad who is all about duty and doing the right thing. But he likes to joke and tease, even when he's fooling no one. Or at least not fooling me.

"Don't worry, I'll take her off your hands, Connie," my mother smirks right back at him, reaching out and taking the baby into her arms.

Conrad chuckles and calls out, "Thank you, Laur!" as he walks toward the door to carry her bags in just like I knew he would from the beginning.

I look back over at my mom and smile. She's smiling at Susie and Susie is smiling right back at her, listening wide-eyed to everything my mother is saying to her. "I'm so glad you're here, Mom," I say to her.

"Me too," She smiles, "I wouldn't miss Susie's first summer in Cousins for the world. Susannah would never let that happen." She looks at Susie, who lets out a little laugh. "She would have loved you, Susannah Laurel Fisher."

Conrad comes back in then, arms full of my mothers bags and sets them down with a thump. "Geez Laurel, did you pack your entire house?" He jokes.

"No, I just packed the essentials, plus I stocked up on all the good bulk stuff at Costco. We should have everything-" My mom looks at all her bags as if she's remembering something. "Oh shoot, I completely forgot my diet Coke."

"Don't worry Laur, we've got you covered. We made sure to get some for you," Conrad grins at her.

"You must have had to drive so far to find it. I used to always complain to Susannah about how they don't sell it here," My mom says.

"Oh it was no problem. We wanted to make sure we had everything for everyone," Conrad assures her. "Speaking of everyone, the others should be here any minute now."

As if on cue, we hear a car pulling up outside. When we all move towards the door to peek out, we see Steven emerging from his car with a big grin on his face.

I guess now I know how the boys felt at the start of every summer, waiting for us to arrive. This is the hardest part, all the nerves and anticipation and waiting. Thank goodness the waiting will be over soon. Jeremiah and Taylor shouldn't be far behind Steven, and once they get here the summer can officially begin.

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I had originally planned on writing the whole thing as one long one shot, but I decided to just do it in parts so you can get a glimpse at what I've been working on. I hope you liked part 1. stay tuned and please let me know what you thought of this and if you want to read more!

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acaplaya-musings · 1 month

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Voiceplay Visuals: Drunken Sailor

Man I've been waiting to get to this one!

Drunken Sailor was uploaded on the 12th of August, 2023, and like the other pirate-themed video Voiceplay did akmost two years prior, it features Jose Rosario Jr! It also features Matthew Buckner (aka "Bucky") in an acting role, as the "drunken sailor" that Voiceplay sing about. "Bucky" used to be a vocalist in "4:2:Five" for a while (iirc), and he's good friends with Geoff, and even helped with the choreography for Geoff's Monster Mash video! Just like Hoist The Colours, both the arrangement and video were done by Geoff (who also wrote an original bridge for the song! (genius that he is)), and he also co-directed the video (with Tony), and worked together with Eli on lighting design. This might be one of those posts where I get close to the picture-upload-maximum and have to start counting them just in case, but still, it would be for good reason! So let's go!

Group shot! Shoutout to Pattycake Productions for the set design!

I'm not sure if any of the group are wearing any of the same clothing pieces they wore in Hoist The Colours (I did a brief bit of visual comparison), but Jose, acting as the captain of this "ragtag motley crew" once more, is pretty close.

Also, Geoff is going with the bare-shoulders look again (we always stan), but so is Cesar! (Good For Him)

Not even 10 seconds in and I've already found a funnier-than-first-expected/realized screencap! I'm not sure whose face I love more here - Layne's or Geoff's 😂😂

Obligatory comment that Geoff was absolutely serving looks in this video! The subtle "guyliner" plus the light stubble and the black sleeveless shirt/tunic? I freaking live for it 👀👌

Jose staring right down the camera, and Cesar giving 110% as per usual 😄

Pfft XD

Crazy Eyes Layne back again! 😆

Also look at Eli's face! He's terrified by the story that Layne is 'telling'!

"I'll have that!" (also notice that when Layne makes the whale "eat"/bite the boat, Eli covers his head with his hands in distress! The Lore! The Lore!

PFFFT, if looks could kill! 🤣 (and the fact that he's still beatboxing the whole time really makes this 👌)

Voiceplay said in the comments (in a reply to someone) that "there were a few different takes of this shot, and this was the one where it looked the MOST like Layne was gonna burst into flame." I think they nailed it 😝😁

"Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom!"

Firstly, it sounds at least like Cesar is singing "hosepipe bottom", but the original line is "hosepipe on him". And despite what Cesar is implying with the wooden toilet seat, the line has nothing to do with toilets or bathrooms. A "scupper" is "an opening in the side walls of a vessel or an open-air structure, which allows water to drain instead of pooling" (according to Wikipedia). Ships have scuppers at deck-level, to allow for rainwater and/or seawater to drain off. So basically the line about "stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe on him" is about spraying the drunken sailor in question with a hose[pipe] (to try to sober him up with a dousing of cold water), in a part of the ship where the water can easily drain away afterwards.

"ew I can't believe I just touched that!"

Yes, that doll is definitely creepy, and I have no clue where Geoff got it from or what gave him the idea, but, according to Geoff in the comments section (comment from Voiceplay's channel, but it was almost definitely him who wrote it): "Her name is Clara and SHE HAS FEELINGS!" 😅

Also, the line "put him in the bed with the captain's daughter" probably isn't actually meant to be taken literally either. The main consensus that I've seen online is that "the captain's daughter" actually referred to a cat-'o'-nine-tails whip. (Not talking about the vocals or arrangement, I'm talking about song background/context! Which I've done before!)

EAR-LY IN THE M O O R R R N I I N N G G G

*YEET*

"Hey that's my cup!" (rip Eli)

Hey look it's the screencap my profile pic comes from! (And for good reason - Geoff is positively unhinged and Cesar's reaction is priceless 🤣)

Also apparently Geoff holding a wooden spoon while singing "I'm gonna carve his heart out" is a reference to the 1991 movie Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves. "Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe?" "Because it's dull, you twit. It'll hurt more!"

"And we should make him listen to Voiceplay while we do it!" "You... are a monster"

(I freaking died laughing first time I watched this bit, also look at Eli's smug grin! 😂)

Have I mentioned that he's gorgeous and I love him?

This video is really just pure unbridled/chaotic fun. It's the best 😁

Cesar twerking! Get it!

It took me an embarassingly long time to release that Geoff isn't actually sitting down in this shot here; he's kneeling instead 😅

Also note that while Layne, Eli, Cesar, and Geoff all freeze into place (in what is apparently sometimes known as a "tableau shot", Jose doesn't, instead doing a little bit of fourth-wall-breaking to give the audience a lighthearted half-shrug 😄

And no, I haven't forgotten the "bonus scene"!

"HEY! Hey, I'm not drunk!"

I'm just tired, because you simpletons been singing all night!"

(Also ayyy another Eli Eyebrow Raise!)

"Wey, hey, and up she rises. Wey, hey, and up she rises. Wey, hey, and UP she rises! Ear-ly in the morn... ONCE AGAIN!"

Aaaaand I've officially hit image limit! At least I did make some attempts to be conservative with screenshots! 😅

This cover is utterly fantastic - all the silliness of "Classic Voiceplay", with the serious skills and high-quality video production of "Modern Voiceplay"! The video is hilarious, the cover is ridiculously creative, and really it just highlights all of the things to love about each person in the video, visually/performance-wise and vocally!

Not many Voiceplay videos left for me to make posts about now, but there are certainly still ridiculously-amazing things to come, so stay tuned!

#voiceplay #acapella #drunken sailor #what will we do with a drunken sailor #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #jose rosario jr #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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moxxnie · 10 months

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✧ 🫀☂️ Niwakuni one-shot

Word count : 1906

Rating : E(veryone)

Tags & content warnings : trans!Kabukimono / Scaramouche 🏳️‍⚧️ ; fluff ; can be read as platonic. [Niwakuni | Niwa/Kabukimono ]

Thinking about Kabukimono, and the first time he went to a hot spring...

It was Katsuragi who proposed the idea to the rest of the workers that evening. It was a pleasure they seldom indulged in, due to lack of time, money - for various reasons, really - but finishing those orders had been more laborious than most of their typical workdays, so the team decided they deserved it.

Kabukimono was not in the habit of participating and often sided with the reluctant ones for the obvious reason that it was impossible to hide his puppet joints from the world in a public bath. He would be exposed, vulnerable - probably detached from his anchors and friends in this village, and it made him deeply uncomfortable. He found his footing, certainly, but he still saw furtive eyes ogling his expensive silk, perplexed murmurs when he instinctively held a tool upside down, and although no one had been hostile towards him... he struggled.

"Do you want to go?" his voice awakened the young man, who turned calmly towards him, hands folded against his body. "You can, you know. You work as hard as we do," he reassured him, taking off his sweat-drenched bandana with a grimace before approaching him.

When Niwa lifted his head from his anvil, he saw Kabukimono hesitate to follow the group. He watched them leave, without blinking, static like a wax statue, and the shadow of a smile came to rest on his face.

"They would see my articulated body and ask questions. I can't go with so many people around," Kabukimono smiled weakly at him before tightening the straps holding his sleeves and getting back to organizing his workbench for the next day. Niwa then had an idea.

However, he didn't have time to ask him a question, as Niwa had already gone to find Katsuragi - leaving him alone, waiting. Waiting for what? Should he stay in his place? Resume his task? Would Niwa return before nightfall? Kabukimono, in doubt, remained still, not without drawing the curious eyes of the few blacksmiths who were busy organizing their own space.

"Wait a minute." The youth stopped abruptly in his movement, effortlessly standing up with two full crates in his hands, and tilted his head to the side like a lost little animal.

"Are you sure no one else will come, Niwa?" Kabukimono still had that ancient way of speaking, a highly formal dialect he couldn't seem to lose even when interacting with workers whose language was much less obscure than his. He found it adorable - that the person he taught to read in his spare time could teach him words in the language he had always spoken.

"Don't worry, Katsuragi is taking care of it." Niwa had rushed over to Katsuragi to ask him to send everyone away at once and join them when it was done, so that they would be the only three people in the water.

"I'm here! Finally, I've been waiting for half an hour to get in there," with a loud noise, the sliding door was closed and he began to remove his yukata, "the owner won't let anyone in on this side while we're here, no worries!" he added, turning to Kabukimono with a thumbs up.

The youth didn't hesitate and flattened himself against the floor in reverence, bowing so low that he almost hit his head on the tatami mats. Katsuragi near jumped, half-naked, and bowed in return, one hand holding his clothing, the other palm outstretched to his friend, and they lost themselves for a few seconds in an exchange that made Niwa laugh against the back of his hand, consisting only of "Thank you so much!" and "Hey, get up! It's nothing!"

When the Kabukimono finally started to remove his yukata, Niwa and Katsuragi were already lounging against two rocks, discussing something that the Kabukimono couldn't discern, too preoccupied with his own worries. Was this what they called "anxiety"? He didn't like the visceral fear that wrapped around his neck and hesitated to call Niwa - he didn't do it, ashamed to ask for help when they had already made so much effort for him.

Once naked, the youth grabbed a white towel and headed towards the bath as well, half of his body draped in cotton to hide the marks of his artifice. If he had been human, his steps would have been trembling, he was sure of it. But once again, if he had been human, he wouldn't be reduced to this. As they heard him approaching, Katsuragi and Niwa turned to him and beckoned him to come closer with a smile.

Finally, he realized that he had nothing to fear, that they were, after all, the man who had found him gathering dust in an abandoned estate, and the one who had immediately taken him under his wing and kept his secret. Returning their smiles, he finally removed the towel and joined them, close to Niwa without encroaching on his space.

He completely missed their pair of wide-eyed gazes and the crimson veil that spread from the top of their cheekbones to their collarbones at the sight of his naked body. Nothing obscene - they would never forgive themselves.

Firstly, because by all the Archons, if they had not known that Kabukimono had been crafted by the very hand of a God, they could have guessed it. As he emerged from the mist, it was clear to see that he was no ordinary mortal. His long amethyst-hued hair flowed like moonbeams, cascading down to his waist in a shimmering almost cloud-like crown. His crystalline skin dotted with freckles and beauty marks of all kinds mirrored the prettiest starlight, a soft glow emanating from within. His hands were delicate and graceful, with slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails despite the hard work he had been engaging in for weeks. Every inch of him seemed to have been sculpted from the very fabric of the universe, a flawless creation of otherworldly beauty. He was an ethereal being, a vision of perfection that could only exist in dreams and fables – it felt as if his presence alone could reignite the flame any fallen artist longed for.

Secondly, because at the sight of his feminine silhouette, they were mortified at the thought of completely mistaking Kabukimono's gender when addressing him. Had they forced him to live as a man against his will? Had he been too shy to tell them ?

Kabukimono also noticed, as he sat in the water up to his waist, that his anatomy differed from that of his two friends. Where their chest areas were relatively flat, his was curvier and two, very discreet, but undeniable breasts shaped his outline. He thought nothing of it; Kabukimono simply believed they were intrigued by the pattern where his sternum should be, and he placed a hand on this spot, his brows furrowed.

"This is where my heart should have been placed." He remembered, as a spontaneous reminiscence. "It's a cavity. Don't be surprised, it's not painful." He traced his nails along the markings that ran up his alabaster shoulders, and squeezed his skin between his fingers until his knuckles trembled.

"That's a sick design..." Katsuragi blurted out, discerning the arabesques that probably ran up to his spine, imagining what portrait could be drawn on his neck. Kabukimono looked up, surprised. "Ha! I wasn't eyeing you, I promise! But, really, you don't have to be ashamed of it. It looks like the traditional stuff they do at Watatsumi..." he searched for his word for a few seconds before Niwa cleared his throat.

"It's true, they look like tattoos. They're...very beautiful, Kabuki." He affirmed more confidently. To that, the youth smiled and withdrew his hand, sinking deeper into the hot spring.

They realized then that they hadn't forced him into anything - Kabukimono was exactly who he wanted to be, or at least acted with the purpose of becoming so. Now that they thought about it, Kabukimono had shown great confusion at first when Nagamasa inquired about his gender to fill in his paperwork. The youth had turned to Katsuragi, asking what he was, and when Katsuragi replied, confused, that he was a man, Kabukimono looked at Nagamasa and simply answered “then so am I”. Applying human notions of gender to him was pointless.

"I'm glad you like them." He hid half of his face in the water, as if he wanted to hide his blushing face even though he couldn't blush, and resumed his initial position, a little closer to Niwa. "This body is mine, but it doesn't belong to me. Thank you for helping me accept it."

It was Katsuragi who broke the silence after a few minutes.

"Hey, Kabu-" it seemed to him that his nickname shortened with every new sentence, "would you be willing to - umm." He seemed to hesitate, so Kabukimono leaned closer to him, his head supported by his knees and hands, all ears "...serve as a model for a blade? I mean! I like to add personal touches to the weapons I make. You can think about it, huh! But... I think it would look good..." Niwa had never seen Katsuragi so flustered in his life. Well, except when he courted his wife. Which made him chuckle stupidly to himself as he spotted a little lizard on the rock next to him.

Kabukimono eyed him with his large bright eyes that could be mistaken for glass eyes because of how much they shone. A hesitation passed through his gaze at the thought of what he had always pushed away being etched forever into something as respected as a blade - nothing that belonged to him deserved any special treatment, let alone to be a part of an almost divine practice. After all, he had been abandoned for not being able to withstand divinity. How was this any different?

"I will give it serious thought." he solemnly swore, bowing his head down to the water level, soaking his bangs and long lashes without hesitation. Katsuragi startled again, repeating for him to sit up, and thanked him for his consideration.

"Do you want me to tie your hair?" Niwa suddenly offered, gripping the edge of the bath more firmly, letting the lizard go. He hadn't thought before speaking - was it really serious for an island deputy, huh…

"Mine?" Kabukimono splashed him accidentally as he stood up, and pointed at himself, intrigued.

“Yes, yours. Come on, you must be having a hard time.” he signaled him to come closer, and Kabukimono stood up fully, moving towards Niwa to finally sit back against him, on his knees. Niwa let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Thank you, Niwa. I'll help you too, if you want," he smiled at him over his shoulder, his painted eyes widening at the sight of the other's crimson face. "Are you okay?" he asked, turning to him. He heard Katsuragi snicker, then immediately stop when Niwa gave him a dark look.

“Everything’s fine. Turn around.” he smiled, and started gathering his hair in his hand.

Kabukimono still had much to learn about humans and their interactions, but what he could affirm was that he deeply loved this moment, and if he could forever rest in Niwa’s hands and the warmth of the hot spring, at the foot of the coruscating flower beds of Tatarasuna, then perhaps he could find meaning in his immortality.

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: mentions of purposeful emotional harm, crying, sad Austin ):, descriptions of anxiety, mentions of innuendo but if you blink you'll miss it, nothing too crazy.

Word Count: 2142

>> it's been a long time, baby! it's been a long time. but chapter twelve is now here, my beloveds. I'm sorry I've been so busy. every occurrence that I have free time, I'm either doing classwork, trying not to scream, having to do super fun adult stuff like grocery shop, or I'm resting. please enjoy this chapter even though it's fairly drab imo!!

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September 2020

I’m clutching a coffee in my hand and trying to ignore my incessant trembling. The caffeine and lack of food this morning are stoking the nerve-wracking anxiety I feel. Today is the first day back on set for everyone and my first day playing Priscilla. Every time I try to recall my lines, my mind goes blank. Being an actress instead of an extra is new to me and has me so worked up that I’m worried about lines I don’t have to recite yet. Hopefully, I’ll settle into my role enough to remember my lines when I do need them later. One awkward thing, though, is that I’ll be sitting next to Luke for the duration of the scene, and knowing that he kind of likes me makes me feel even more nervous. I shouldn’t care because I’m with Austin, obviously. Still, the nagging feeling of someone always thinking about me in a non-platonic way makes me self-critical. So that just adds to the pile of nerves today.

My stylist pauses every now and then to let me wiggle in my seat. She's in the process of preparing my hair for the wig I have to wear, and I cannot sit still for the life of me. The coffee, anxiety, and restless energy are all teaming up to make me an annoyance to my stylist. Styling me takes the longest for this scene, even after Austin, who has to wear prosthetics and extra hair. My eyeliner in this particular scene in the movie is very intricate. I’m busy burning my eyes into my coffee cup when someone walks up to me, and it’s no other than Austin.

“What do you think?” Austin says, turning in a circle to let me have a 360 view of his leather jumpsuit.

Seeing him with the full get-up- the hair, the sideburns, and the tan- is much more surreal than seeing him in just the outfit at rehearsals. He has become Elvis. Even more so than when filming initially began.

“You look uncanny,” I giggle as the stylist gently places the wig on my head.

“And you look beautiful,” Austin smiles, and a wave of calm suddenly comes over me.

The nerves are still there, but they aren’t as erratic. Having Austin around is enough to make me feel better. Maybe I can do this after all. With him here, everything is a little easier. He eventually wanders over to someone else to strike up a conversation with. All that has to be done for my outfit now is the makeup, and I’ll be ready to film. The ‘68 Comeback Special is being shot today, so I’ll be hanging with everyone but Olivia from our group. I still feel like I’ve betrayed Olivia somehow, but I don’t let it bother me too much. I have big shoes to fill, and I have to keep my head straight on my shoulders. Olivia has often reassured me that it’s okay that I have her role, and that it was meant for me to play Priscilla instead. I hope she’s right. I guess we’re about to see.

After wiggling around in my seat a few more times and precise eyeliner being applied to my eyelids, I’m finally done with makeup and ready to head to the set. My stylist gives me one last look over, picking at my outfit and wig and eyeballing my makeup like a hawk. She gives me the go-ahead, and I take a deep breath before heading to where I need to be on the Comeback Special’s set. I spotted Dacre getting his makeup touched up after finishing some of his filming this morning. After the beginning of the Comeback Special is filmed, Dacre has more scenes to run. I make a beeline to him because I won’t see him for a day or so if I don’t talk to him now. I hadn’t seen Dacre in person since before we stopped filming.

“Hey, stranger,” I say as I approach him, and he has to do a double-take when he looks at me.

“I almost didn’t recognize you, Roman. You look just like Priscilla,” Dacre says, a comforting smile upon his face. He knows how nervous I am about all of this.

“I’d sure hope so,” I chuckle, “My stylist spent a while on this look.”

“You look great. You’ll do great. Don’t sweat it,” Dacre says, probably noticing that I’m shaking like a leaf.

Baz arrives on set before I can respond, beckoning everyone to get ready for positions to be called. Austin walks up to me and kisses my cheek in front of everyone, and a blush crawls up my neck from people staring. Only a few people know we’re dating, but I’m guessing a lot more people get the memo now with the PDA. Everyone begins to take their positions, and I follow along, going to where I’m supposed to stand and wait for Austin to walk out of the corridor. All of the extras have claimed their assigned spots in the audience, and it’s still appalling to me that if I weren’t playing Priscilla now, I’d likely be the girl in the blonde wig at the edge of the stage. I glance around the large number of extras and notice Tyler chatting with the guy next to him. He just so happens to catch my gaze, and I wave excitedly. A large grin breaks out on his face as he waves back before giving me a thumbs up. I’ve missed having him as a neighbor and a fellow extra. The last time I saw him was when he brought the last of my belongings to Austin’s condo months ago.

“Action!” Baz calls suddenly, and I collect myself.

Luke is a few feet away from me in his position, and I try not to look over at him. I still feel a little awkward in his presence, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. He’s fun to be around, and I’d hate to let my weird emotions ruin our friendship.

Austin begins to walk towards the tiny stage, and when he reaches me, we both lean in for a kiss. Luke then guides me over to where we’re supposed to sit behind the prop cameras. Austin saunters onto the stage, and it isn’t precisely how Baz wants it, so we start the scene over. I’m definitely not complaining that Austin and I have to share a little kiss a few more times. After two more takes, Austin gets the saunter down perfectly and starts his performance without a hitch. It goes smoothly, and we wrap up the first part of the scene. The next part is when I have to smile and look proud of Elvis, which won’t be difficult to look that way since I’m insanely proud of Austin right now. He’s doing so well, and this is only the first scene. The cameras focus on me, and I smile at Austin while shaking my head at him, clapping along to the music. Luke is next to me doing the same thing, his character acting proud of his best friend.

Filming goes pretty well for the rest of the day, so I head back to the condo alone since Austin has some stuff to work on until later. I’m rarely alone without Austin- we’ve been together for months almost at all times. The condo feels too still and quiet without him here. If we aren’t talking, there’s either an Elvis movie on the screen, an Elvis documentary playing, or a recorded Elvis concert is being studied. I walk to the bathroom immediately to take my makeup off. The eyeliner is beginning to make my eyes sting. When I’m finished, I curl up on the couch with Priscilla’s book. I’ve already read it twice, but I notice something I didn’t before every time I read it. Studying the book is helping me get into character more. It’s still so crazy to me that I was able to video chat with Priscilla herself. Not meeting in person was a bummer, but being able to talk to her at all was an amazing thing.

Around 10 at night, Austin finally comes home. When he walks into the dimly lit bedroom, his eyes are red, and the eyeliner he’s wearing from the set is smeared. His face is a tad swollen, and his gaze never leaves the floor as he prepares for bed.

“Are you okay, Aus?” I ask, looking up from my phone after pondering whether something was wrong.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, pulling PJs from the dresser before removing his shirt.

“You don’t look fine,” I press further with concern.

“Baz is just,” Austin trails off, hesitant to elaborate further, but he does anyway, “Trying something new with the method acting.”

“What did he do to make you so upset?” I furrow my eyebrows, putting my phone on the bed next to me to give him my full attention.

Austin undresses without responding, and I wait patiently for him to say something as he redresses into something more comfortable. He climbs into bed next to me, sighing as he runs his fingers through his black hair.

“The crew and Baz are just really hard on me so I can get into character better. I’m just upset over nothing,” Austin says.

“It can’t be nothing if it genuinely upset you,” I lean over and put a hand on his chest comfortingly, “Whatever they said or did, don’t overwork, overthink, or stress yourself for this role. You’ve already done enough. You’re doing enough.”

“According to them, I’m not. Baz told them to say belittling things to me and put me down so I know how Elvis was feeling to truly channel that emotion,” Austin frowns, stroking my hair absentmindedly.

“I love Baz, but sometimes he doesn’t know his limits. I’m sorry you have to do that,” I say, looking up at Austin, “Just remember you’re a great person and a talented actor. You don’t need to be bullied to be good at being Elvis.”

Without a word, Austin kisses my head before moving down into the bed to get ready to sleep. I roll over and turn off the light before wrapping my arms around Austin. I tuck my head into his neck and hold him tightly. This already challenging role has just gotten more difficult for him. But I know he can get through it.

In the weeks following, Austin would come home utterly exhausted. Thankfully he had a break in filming the earlier parts of Elvis’ life, so the belittling stopped for a while. Today he will be doing the funeral scene, which is painful in all aspects. Austin lost his mother just like Elvis and was also the same age as Elvis when his mother died. It is hard to channel those mutual emotions when in character, but Austin knows how to handle it. I don’t have any scenes to do today, and neither does Dacre. So, both of us are standing to the side and watching as they prepare the set. Tom has powder applied to his face while Austin is stewing and making himself emotional. One thing about being an actor is that you have to know how to cry on demand. However, for this scene, it wouldn’t be hard to. It’s probably borderline torturous for Austin. Baz calls for positions, and everyone takes their place. Austin is sitting on the floor, clutching onto one of the dresses as he stares blankly at the floor as tears stream down his face, waiting for Baz’s word.

“Action!”

Immediately, Austin begins to sob, and it’s a little unnerving to watch. His tears and raw emotion are so obviously genuine. But it’s not genuine enough. There are several takes, and as each one is attempted and failed, I can tell it’s taking a toll on him. Dacre shifts uncomfortably next to me as Austin’s face becomes redder or puffier.

“I hope he’s okay,” Dacre whispers.

I sigh, “The things he does for this role worry me sometimes.”

Finally, Baz is content with the footage he’s gotten, and Austin is able to get up off the floor and gather himself. He quickly makes his way to the dressing room, and I follow him, leaving Dacre behind. When I enter the room, Austin is sitting in the vanity chair with his face in his hands, taking deep breaths. I shut the door and hurry over to him.

“You did so good, baby. I know you’re probably tired after that, and I’m sorry,” I say, pulling his head into my chest.

“I’m okay. It’s over for now,” Austin says weakly, wiping tears off his face.

“Yeah,” I sigh, knowing more struggle and pain was to come for being Elvis, “It’s over for now.”

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Don't Underestimate Him

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 4.5k

Includes- physical fight, injuries, Hongjoong is an extremely protective boyfriend, soft love making

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J POV

I smile, watching my super hot and sexy boyfriend pose for the camera

He is the epitome of sexy

And the epitome of cuteness and adorablness

How he switches between adorable to sexy gives me whiplash sometimes

Just like how he switches between subby and dominate during sex

I've learned to go with the flow and switch easily just like him

I love him and I'll do anything he wants

And I know he loves me just as much and will do anything for me

He pulls the bandanna over his face and goddamn he looks so badass

He carries the bad boy look so well

Honestly, he's turning me on

His eyes flit to mine for a second, staring holes into me, making me squirm and press my legs together

I know he's smirking under that stupid bandanna and God do I want to see it

Jerk

He pulls the bandanna down, then raises his arm, his hand by his head, showing off his new inner arm tattoo that I did and giving an intense glare

Fuck him, seriously

"Great. Done for now", the director tells him, "Don't go too far, group shots are soon"

He smiles, nodding, then turns to me

He walks over casually, like he didn't just get me all hot and bothered

"Hi jagi", he says, sitting next to me, his arm immediately around my shoulders

"Hi", I pout

I know him

He's going to play it off like nothing happened, torturing me

Like I said, jerk

"You ok jagi? Why are you pouting?"

"Fuck you Joongie", I mutter

He knows what he did

"That's not nice baby", he coos in my ear, pressing a kiss to my neck, his hand moving around my stomach and up, "If you're not nice to me, I won't fuck you hard and fast tonight"

His hand moves around my boob, squeezing gently

When I got with Hongjoong, I had no idea he was into PDA

He has no problem kissing me, groping my boobs, slapping my ass in front of people

He won't touch between my legs in front of people but anything else is fair game

But he will touch my pussy with people around if we can hide it

Like if were sitting at a table or watching a movie with the guys and we're under the blanket

Then he has no problem

"Come to think of it, I may fuck you but I won't let you cum", he continues, arousing me more, pressing kisses to my cheek

"I'll watch my pretty baby get so close, then I'll pull out of your cunt at the last second and watch you cry and beg for me", he whispers, "But you know I won't give in"

I shudder from his hot dirty words, wanting nothing more than to fuck him right now

I know he wouldn't give in

He's done it to me before

When he says something, he fucking well means it

"So what do you say now? Hmm my bad girl?"

He turns my head to face him, looking directly in my eyes with his smoldering ones

"I'm sorry Joongie. I'll be a good girl", I whimper

God the way he can melt me or get me to do what he wants is insane

He has such an effect on me that no other boyfriend ever had

I wouldn't change it for the world

"Good", he answer, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue already against mine as he kisses me deeply

Wrapping my arm around his neck, I hold him closer, kissing him, letting him take over me

"Ok can you cut it the fuck out?", San gripes

"Yeah seriously. We're right here", Seonghwa complains

Hongjoong ignores him, still kissing me

Even though they complain, the guys know Hongjoong will stop when he's good and ready

He kisses me for awhile longer, making them pay for complaining, one part of why he's dragging it out

The other part is because he loves to kiss me

He's told me enough times for me to know by now

If I didn't know any better, I'd say he likes kissing almost more than sex

Almost

When he pulls away, I want his lips back but I know the guys are probably uncomfortable and I don't want them to feel that way

Hongjoong touches my cheek softly, smiling his gorgeous smile at me

"I love you", he says

"I love you Joongie"

He smiles wider, then presses a kiss to my forehead

Sitting back, he puts his arm around my waist

Laying my head on his shoulder, I take his free hand in mine, watching him lace our fingers together

We're both silent, just enjoying being close to each other

I close my eyes, cuddling into him

"Tired jagi?", he chuckles

I nod

"Aww my baby had to get up early huh"

"Mmmhmm"

I did have to get up early to make it to the photo shoot

I haven't been to one in awhile

Work is getting busy and I'm getting appointments earlier than before

Probably because I'm damn good at my job as a tattoo artist

I've done both of Hongjoong's tattoos

That how I met him

When I tattooed his ankle and it just went from there

I tattooed Wooyoung as well as lots of other idols too

I have regular clients who recommended me and I'm kinda popular in the tattoo world, especially with idols

It's good because my name is out there but it almost means more work and earlier appointments

I took the morning off today because Hongjoong asked me to come

I wanted too and I can't ever say no to him

"It's ok jagi, you can sleep", he says, his hold on me getting tighter

"But the photo shoot"

"It's ok. I got time. I'll hold you until I have to go for group pictures"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah jagi. You have some appointments after this right?"

I nod

I had two that I couldn't reschedule, so he's going to his studio to work while I work

He's gonna meet me at the tattoo shop later, then we're going home to my apartment tonight

"Ok baby, sleep for a little so you're rested for the appointments"

I don't want to but I'm so tired and my eyes are heavy

He moves his hand, running his fingers in my hair

The sure fire way to get me to sleep

"No fair baby", I whisper

"I know how to put my baby to sleep", he says softly

I feel him press a kiss to my hair and I give in, cuddling into him and closing my eyes

----------------------------------------------------

My phone rings and I pick it up from my desk in my tattoo room

It's a text from Hongjoong

"I'll be there in five minutes jagi"

"I'll be waiting outside", I answer

He has good timing

I just finished cleaning up all my equipment, closing up my room for the night

Grabbing my stuff, I say bye to Han, the owner, as I leave the shop

I walk outside and wait for my boyfriend

"Jo?", I hear behind me

Fuck why?

I know that voice

Turning around I scowl at Jae, my ex

What the fuck is he doing here?

I haven't seen him in two years, since I dumped him

"What do you want?", I snap

"I came to see you. Hoping you still worked here"

He needs to fuck off

"Well as you can see I still work here but I don't want to talk to you. Kindly fuck off"

"C'mon Jo, don't be like that. I just want to talk to you"

He never took no for an answer

It's a quality I despise

"No"

"C'mon. I came to ask you to come back to me"

I stare at him in complete shock

He has got to be kidding me

There is no way on earth, in heaven or hell I would ever get back with him

Not even if I was single

Not even if he was the last man on this planet

I'd rather die

"First off. Hell no. Second, I have a boyfriend"

He raises his eyebrow in surprise

What, did he think I was waiting for him for two years?

That I was pining over him?

Please

"A boyfriend? Who?"

"None of your business", I snap

Hongjoong asked me to keep us a secret for now because of his idol status

I love him so I agreed and I won't break that promise to him

"You don't have a boyfriend", he smirks, "You're just saying that to play hard to get"

My god he's a fucking moron

"No you idiot. I have a boyfriend. And he's amazing. He's a bad ass rapper and hot as fuck. He sweet and I love him with all my heart. I won't leave him for anyone, least of all you", I snarl

"He's a rapper? He does music?"

"Yes. That's what a rapper does. Make music", I roll my eyes

"So what? I'm still better than him. And I want you back. You belong with me"

I scoff at his idiocy, "I will never be with you again even if you were the last guy on earth. Fuck off"

"C'mon baby, don't be like that", he smirks, moving close to me

Ok I'm done

"Yeah bye", I snap, starting to walk away

I'll just wait for Hongjoong in my car

Away from this idiot

I feel a hand wrap around my arm, stopping me and turning me around

"Get off Jae!", I yell

"No. You're going to talk to me and you're going to come back to me"

"You-", I start but stop when I hear

"Get the fuck off her"

Turning my head, I see Hongjoong behind me, pure rage in his eyes as he stares at Jae

Fuck

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Hongjoong POV

"Get the fuck off her", I growl, my rage barely controllable

When I got out of the car that dropped me off, I saw her trying to leave and this asshole grabbed her arm turning her to him

I heard him tell her she's going to talk to him and be with him like she doesn't have a choice

And he's touching my girl

Mine

"Get the fuck off her", I repeat, fury growing

He looks at me, his eyebrow raising

"Who the fuck are you?"

Walking in front of her, I push her behind me, him letting her go and keeping her away from him

"Joongie", she whimpers, holding on to the back of my shirt

"Joanne, who the fuck is this?", the guy asks angrily

"I'm her boyfriend", I snap

His eyes widen as he looks at me, then he looks at her in disbelief

"This is your boyfriend? This is the bad ass rapper?", he gapes, "This shrimp?"

Anger boils my blood

Yeah I'm short and small but I can still protect her

"Shut the fuck up Jae", she snaps

"No seriously him?"

What the fuck?

What's wrong with me?

Height isn't everything

"Yes him", she answers

"He's tiny! You trust this wimp to protect you?"

I feel my hands form into fists the angrier I get

Because yeah I'm not tall or particularly buff and a lot of people underestimate me

And normally I'm not a fighter

I'd rather talk problems out or just leave but this motherfucker touched my baby against her will and is still harassing her

I'm not standing down

"Hongjoong is strong and he'll kick your ass"

The guy bursts out laughing, "This puny punk will never be able to kick my ass. One hit and he's down"

That very well may be true

I've never been in a fight before

But she believes in me and I can fuck him up for her

"You have a better chance of fucking me up than this sissy excuse for a man", he laughs, "But thanks for the laugh"

His gaze turns to me, "Get lost. She needs a man not a skinny shrimp loser"

I am so close to just hitting him but I can't just start fights

But if he tries anything, I will fight him and it'll be self defense

"He is a real man! He's ten times better than you will ever be!", she snarls

"Now you know that's not true", he answers, coming towards us, "Now stop being difficult, drop this weak excuse for a man and I'll take you out"

Is he fucking deaf or something?

How many times does she have to say no, in how many ways?

"Back off", I growl

He just rolls his eyes, reaching around me and grabbing her arm, yanking her

And I fucking lose it

All I see is red as I punch him in the face as hard as I can

And yes it hurts my hand but the rage is masking the full pain

His head snaps to the side as he yells, "Fuck"

"I said don't fucking touch her!", I roar, my whole body shaking in pure anger

"You fucking little shit!", he yells, swinging at me and punching my jaw

"Joongie!", she cries

Now my head snaps to the side but I don't even feel the pain

It has to be the fury masking it

I know it'll hurt later

Facing him immediately, I pull my arm back and punch his stomach with all my force

I don't know where this strength is coming from

Most likely the anger

He cries out, leaning forward and I have clear access to his face

I take it, punching his eye at full strength, watching him topple down on his side

I quickly kneel down, shoving him on his back

Grabbing his shirt, I hold on to it and start punching him over and over again

"Don't you ever touch my baby again!", I roar in his face, then land another punch, "Don't ever fucking come to her job again. Don't ever fucking talk to her again. Don't fucking think of her or you'll be fucking sorry!"

I've never felt this angry, this out of control before

I feel like I could kill him

"Joongie stop", she sobs, her arms around me from behind, "Please baby stop. You're going to kill him"

"He fucking deserves it!", I yell

"Please baby, I don't want you to be taken from me. Please stop"

Her soft words and her arms around me, slow me down, calming me

And I realize she's right

If I kill him, I'll go to prison and I'll be away from her

Somewhere I never want to be

I lower my fist, glaring at his fucked up face

"If you ever come near her again, I will fucking kill you. She's mine"

He nods, groaning in pain

She pulls on my arm, asking me to leave with her

I give him one final warning look, then stand up, letting her take my hand and drag me away

----------------------------------------------------

Holding the ice pack to my jaw, I open my mouth, pain shocking my body again

Now I feel the hit

It hurts but it's not as bad as I thought it would be

A bruise is forming and it's swelling a little

As soon as we got to her apartment, she filled a ziplock bag with ice, wrapped it with a paper towel and gave it to me to put on my face

She's next to me, holding my hand tightly, a look of worry on her face

"Are you sure you're ok?"

I nod, "Yeah jagi. It doesn't hurt that much"

"You didn't have to do that baby", she says softly

"Yes I did jagi. He knows now, you're mine and I'm not going to let him fuck with you"

I can't believe I actually kicked someone's ass

I just got so fucking angry

He was touching her

He was trying to take her from me

Not fucking happening

"But now you're hurt baby. You're gonna get a bruise and you're in pain and it's my fault", she says, tears in her eyes

"It's not your fault Jo. Don't think that, ok? It's not"

"I just... I've never seen you like that. That angry"

I've never been that angry before

It's just her

Anything or anyone that threatens her or tries to hurt her sends me into that rage

I love her so much and I'll always protect her

"I was...scared", she whispers, "You got that angry because of me"

Hold on

She's not scared of me right?

I mean I know I've never acted like that before but she has to know I'd never hurt her

"Jagi.....are you....afraid of me", I ask worriedly

She shakes her head, "No Joongie. I'm not afraid of you. I know you wouldn't hurt me"

I slump in relief

Thank god she knows

"Then what do you mean?", I ask

"It was just a scary situation. I was afraid for you. You just lost it. If I didn't stop you, you could of killed him"

I know

I never felt that out of control before but I don't think I'd be like that for just any situation

Just when it involves her

"I know jagi. It just...he got me so fucking angry, trying to touch you. Trying to take you from me. I don't even care what he was saying about me"

I feel her hand touch my cheek softly, her eyes on mine

"He could never take me from you Joongie. No one can"

I don't know

If all her ex's are like that guy, tall, buff, strong then how can I compare?

I'm not like that

I'm short, I'm stronger than her but not compared to other guys, I don't have bulging muscles

I'm not a manly man

Today was a fluke, a one time thing that will probably never happen again unless I'm that angry again

What if she realizes I'm not what she wants

I love her more than anything, I can't be without her

I never fell in love before but it was so easy to fall for her

I need her

"Are you...are you sure?", I ask softly, "I...I'm not like him. I'm not tall or muscular or anything like the way he looked. I don't know if that's your type of guy but if it is I don't fit it. I...I just don't.... can't lose you"

"Joongie", she says, "You will never lose me. I love you so much. You are perfect. Everything about you, I love. You're height, your beautiful face, your gorgeous smile, you're beautiful eyes, you're adorable laugh, you're sexy body. You're sweet, loving, funny personality. You are my type baby"

Some of my fear of losing her lessens and I hope she's telling me the truth

"Are you sure?"

She moves closer to me, in my lap, her arms around my neck, looking in my eyes

God her brown eyes are gorgeous and I fall into them

I drop the ice pack, moving my arms around her

"Joongie, I need you. Everything I say to you is true. I never wanted anyone like I want you. I never loved anyone the way I love you. Or love anyone as much as I love you. Everything I say, it's not just words Hongjoong", she explains, "You are my everything. You are the one I want. You are the one I want for the rest of my life. You, Kim Hongjoong. I love you more than words can ever describe."

I'm in complete awe and pure joy hearing her words

"So you will never lose me unless you decide to leave. That's the only way you will ever be without me. If it's your choice"

"That will never be my choice", I answer, cupping her cheek, "Never Jo. I love you so much. You're the one I want too. I want you for the rest of my life. You're the one I see my whole future with. You're the only one I ever want by my side for my whole life. Just you"

She smiles her beautiful smile, taking my breath away

"I can never be without you", I whisper

"Then it's good you don't ever have to be"

I nod, "Yeah jagi. That's good"

Pulling her to me, I kiss her deeply, feeling her soft lips on mine as she kisses me back

My god, I love her

Sliding my hands to her hips, I stand up, holding her and carry her to her room

Laying her on her bed, her arms pull me on top of her, our kiss turning more heated

Her hands move under my shirt, touching my skin and sending chills down my back

She pulls my shirt up and I stop kissing her to let her take it off me

Once it's off, she wraps her arms around me, lifting her head and pressing kisses to the side of my neck

In the spots she knows I love

I groan from how good it feels, loving every second her lips are on me

One of her hands moves into the back of my hair, pulling my head to the side as she continues to lick, bite and suck on my skin

"Jo, fuck", I moan

"Mmm I love you Joongie. So much"

"I love you", I tell her, turning my head and pressing my lips against hers, my tongue in her mouth

She moves her tongue against mine, kissing me hard as I slip my hands in her pants, pushing them and her panties down

We both frantically take the rest of each other's clothes off, then I lay in between her legs, feeling her skin against mine

I can't take my lips off hers, I need to keep kissing her

She reaches in between us, moving my hard cock right to her

I move forward, sinking into her slowly

"Oh god", she moans softly, her hands on my back, holding onto me tightly

I move into her slowly, feeling her stretch around me, feeling her get wetter

"Hongjoong", she whimpers when I get all inside her

"Jo", I moan, feeling her tight pussy throbbing on me already

I love being inside her

She's small but we fit with each other perfectly

I look down at her, watching the pleasure on her face, her eyes closed

I gently take her hand off my back and lay her arm on the bed by her head

Then I slowly slide my hand up her arm, holding her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together

She grips my hand tightly, her beautiful eyes opening and looking at me

Leaning down, I press my lips against hers

As we kiss each other, I pull back, then slowly slip back inside her

We both moan and I start moving more but slowly, just feeling every inch of her

I don't want to just fuck her

Not today

Today I want to show her how much I love her

Want to make love to her

We haven't done that yet but after today and everything we said, I want to

It feels right

As I move, I drag kisses from her lips to her cheek and down her neck

"Joongie", she moans, her legs moving around me more

Licking a spot on her neck, I suck on it for a few seconds, then kiss the spot

I move my free hand around her boob, rubbing her nipple with my thumb

"Oh god Joongie", she moans, drenching my cock with more of her juice

"Mmm jagi, you feel so good", I praise, the pleasure from her is insanely amazing, "My baby is so perfect for me"

She whimpers and I smile into her skin as I press kisses all over her collarbone

The next soft thrust in, I shift a little, my head going right into her spot

Her body shudders against mine as a loud moan escapes her mouth

"Right there jagi?", I ask

She nods

"Ok baby. Anything you want", I tell her, moving right into her spot, wanting to make her feel amazing

The more I move into her spot the tighter she gets

"Mm jagi", I whisper, kissing her cheek, holding her hand tightly, "Cum for me baby. Please"

I move into her again, watching pleasure all over her face as her pussy clenches me hard, coming around my cock

"Fuck", I whisper, watching the beautiful sight of her coming and feeling the absolute pleasure her orgasm is giving me

And I can't hold it

"Baby, please...I...I can't", I mutter

"Cum Joongie", she whines and I let go

"Fuck Joanne", I moan, ecstacy running through me, coming deep inside her

She holds my hand hard, her other hand on my back, hugging me, keeping me against her

I feel her kisses all over my neck as I orgasm making everything feel better

"My Joongie", she says between kisses, "I love you baby. My baby. My love. My everything"

God I love her

She makes me feel so wanted, so loved with everything she does

With words, with her affection, with sex

And I want her to feel the same way

Catching her lips in a kiss, I pour all my love into it and I'm so happy when she responds the same way

I move to lay next to her with her turning to face me, keeping her lips on mine

I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her against me, our legs tangling together as she moves her arms around my neck

I keep kissing her, not being able to get enough of her

After a few minutes, we pull away, both of us looking at each other

I see love in her eyes for me and it takes my breath away

Running my fingers in her hair, I blurt, "Marry me"

Her eyes widen in surprise

I mean I'm pretty surprised too

It just came out but I find I don't want to take it back

I already know I want her for the rest of my life

Why should we wait?

"Are you serious?", she asks

I nod, "I am. I Iove you. I'm never going to love anyone else. I want to be with you always and I want to spend my whole life with you"

A smile starts forming on her face and I hope she says yes

I know it came out of nowhere but I know she feels just like I do and I hope she's ready like I am

"I know I don't have a ring yet jagi, but I'll get you one soon. I just...after today, I know you're my one and I can't live without you", I tell her, "So will you marry me Jo?"

She nods, smiling widely, "Yes Joongie"

A huge smile bursts on my face as pure joy fills me

She said yes

She pushes me on my back, climbing on top of me, pressing kiss after kiss all over my face

I laugh, loving all the kisses and holding her tightly

"I love you Joongie", she says between kisses, "You're everything I want for the rest of my life. Of course I want to marry you"

"Good jagi. I'm so happy"

She kisses my cheek again, "Good Joongie. I want to make you happy"

"You do jagi. Always"

She looks down lovingly at me, her fingers running in my hair

"I love you so much", she whispers

"I love you Jo. More than anything", I tell her

Lifting my head, I kiss her, so happy and excited for our future

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msookyspooky · 1 year

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Imagine a reader x severen on new years and they have a kiss at midnight I've always wanted that

Srry this is late I literally just took a mental vacay for a few days but I'm back 😁 I truly don't care if it's January 5 lol

One shot • no word count • not proofread • Severen x GN!Reader • Ending to Near Dark never happened/Caleb's Dad never found him; Caleb stayed with them and let's fast forward just a few years bc I found this gif 🎉

When the Clock Strikes Midnight

You all had just woken up a few hours prior and already had your meals for the night. Drunken people loitering the streets of the bigger town you all stopped into. A few bodies lay bone dry in multiple dark alleys that no one would be the wiser to thinking they ran into human trouble or passed out and died of hypothermia in the cold...Well, the marks might give that away but you'd all be long gone by then.

"Man, what's with all the drunkards out here tonight for?" Homer mumbled with his hands in his pockets. "I told ya we shouldn't be in big towns like this...Look at all these freaks. "

Jesse sighed while walking hand in hand with Diamondback up ahead of the group. "Normally I'd agree with you, old man, but we needed to feed. And a bunch of people out of their wits are perfect targets for an early and quick meal." He slowly drew out; leisurely surveying the surroundings.

Caleb was walking between Mae and Homer (Much to Homer's disdain) as he mumbled. "Uh...It's New Years Eve? Right?"

Diamondback scrunched her brows a moment in thought. "Is it?"

You finally spoke up as well, "Yep."

"Huh." She hummed as she sighed and leaned into Jesse. "...I beileve they're right, Jess. Another year done went by."

"...You guys didn't notice?" You muttered walking side by side with Severen behind everyone. Severen made a habit of guarding the clan from the back while out and about and since you wanted to be near him; you decided to walk a bit slower to ease back towards where he was.

Jesse smiled with a scoff of a chuckle. "Years go by real fast for us, YN. After the first 100; why keep countin' 'em? "

Homer scoffed. "After the first 50 more like it."

Caleb huffed with a disbelieving smirk. "God, yall act like humans don't celebrate at least 50 New Years Eve's in their lifetime."

Diamondback chimed in. "Ain't the same. Humans age, they change, their lives change with each year." She turned her head, exchanging a look between you and Mae and Caleb as the youngest members of the group. A coy smirk on her lips as she softly said. "Ours don't."

Severen huffed. "Ain't that the fuckin' truth. Only thing that changes is how much dumber the people get." He grinned wryly to himself as a young guy hanging out with his friends practically stumbled into your path before correcting himself and staggering back to his group hanging out on the sidewalk near the bar. "All you can eat and the food serves itself." He gave that signature chuckle of his that you could recognize anywhere.

Severen raised his brows down at you playfully and you just smiled with an eye roll and looked towards a couple dancing with party hats on in the bar window. Oblivious to the world around them.

"...Want seconds? They'd be real easy." Severen bent down and whispered to you. You blinked in surprise, not realizing you were staring at them before shaking your head. "No, just watching."

The longer you were in the group and saw Jesse and DB so devoted after so many decades and Mae and Caleb being absolutely nauseating teens even after a few years of being together; you could understand Homer's bitterness a little. It had only been a little while of you being turned compared to your once fragile human lifespan and even you felt that aching in your chest when you saw that aging couple in their 50's dancing; let alone the two couples in your group so enraptured with their mates. Whatever level of loneliness you might have felt as a human felt magnified by the impending doom of Eternity... Alone. Decades if not Centuries of not having that person that made you feel loved. It was no wonder this group stayed together with not a single one of you able to have friends or family; you were all eachother had in the long immortal void of being what you were. But even friends and family could only cure the overwhelming urge to find your mate for so long; they couldn't fill that ache of wanting someone. Your person. The one person that felt like a missing puzzle piece in your life. Humans spent their entire lives obsessing over finding 'the one' so you felt stupid thinking that feeling wouldn't be 10x worse being turned. Especially seeing two pairs of other turned people that found their forever match.

You knew how Homer felt for obvious reasons. But you also wanted to just look at Severen and ask 'How can you stand it?' Especially since he was in this group first other than your Patriarch. He was the second to be in this group the longest as Jesse's prodigy. How did he manage going from it just being him and Jesse for decades to being the third wheel? All these decades later of seeing his creator/father/older brother/friend/mentor or whatever he viewed Jesse Hooker as become Mates with DB and just existing alongside them until Homer came along. How can he be so okay being alone like he is night after night for over a century at least?

But then you looked up at him once more and that question instantly died in your mind...Because maybe...This feeling wasn't universal? It was you and only you. Maybe this loneliness wouldn't be there if it wasn't for your budding feelings towards him? Your heart sank as you realized maybe he didn't think of it because he didn't feel the same way about anyone; including you. Having a crush made this feeling worse the last few months and the disheartening realization you'd never be like that couple in the window or Jesse and DB or even Mae and Caleb made your frown to yourself.

Homer seemed grumpier than usual and tired. He ended up tripping and almost falling over as he cursed to himself. A few people looked over at this child cursing like a sailor as he glared at them.

Severen laughed and told him. "Be careful there, ya old lush!"

"Shut it, Severen." Homer grumbled. "I HATE drunk blood." He mumbled and didn't seem to care if anyone heard.

Jesse gave him a look to stop talking as you all moved away from the people talking around the outside of the bar. Your eyes never left that couple dancing as you saw the clock inside said 11:54 pm. Your heightened hearing picked up talking on a nearby radio that talked about the ball dropping soon.

Severen chuckled. "Yeah, feeling a little buzzed myself. Hey Jess, remember back when we got a hold of those one fellas high on opium?" He laughed to himself before Jesse could even answer. Looking down at you with a toothy grin. "I slept like a worn out dog after that." He lost the grin as he saw you weren't paying attention.

A bit more chattering you paid no mind to happened. Jesse and Diamondback led the group walking forward but to your surprise you felt someone tug you back by your jacket. You looked up to see Severen tilting his head, scrunching his brows ever so slightly and staring down at you.

"Hey, what's eatin' you?"

"Nothing." He raised a brow at you and you couldn't help the nervous smile. "No really, nothings wrong. I mean, not really."

"Then why are ya spacing out for?" His eyes traveled to the small bar booming with people as the clock said 11:56 pm inside. "Ya want to go in there?"

"No, we don't have to. It's loud, wall to wall people, probably just asking for trouble with all the drunks in there."

He slowly smirked down at you before slinging an arm over your shoulder. You were used to him being touchy but it still made your stomach jump with nerves as he pulled you close and led you by the shoulder. The cologne he used whenever he went out to disguise himself as just a regular human wafted under your nose. It came in handy when you all had no idea when your next showers would be or to disguise any scent of blood that might linger on your clothes from the night prior. It was clean, spicy scent you definitely didn't mind.

"Sounds like my kind of place."

He walked you in and looked around with a grin at how crowded it was. Most of the time these small town bars just had a handful of people that gave you all wary or dirty looks but you both were completely ignored in here. It was almost over whelming having so much noise from the radio broadcasting the ball dropping to the jukebox to the people excitedly chattering to clanking of glasses and pool balls.

You almost turned to leave but Severen steered you back with a hand on your shoulder. "Come on, just till that ball drops then we'll head out. Alright?"

You thought a moment before smiling and nodding. "Alright."

Leave it to Severen to draw you both right in the middle of the bar where most people would be content on the sidelines. You talked to him over the music and people. "God, it's loud!"

He snorted. "Shit, you ain't heard loud till midnight! Only quiet ones are the ones sucking face."

You gave a nervous laugh and shook your head seeing 11:58 pm. "I actually have never done that."

He gave you a surprised look and bent down slightly to make sure he heard you. "Kissin'??"

"At midnight on New Years Eve. Never done it."

"Never?!" He exclaimed, seeming shocked by that for whatever reason. You gave a slight shrug with a smirk, trying to look around at things. "Nope!" Never."

He gazed at you from the side with a strange expression you couldn't place. Huffing slightly before he looked down and smirked to himself and mumbled something you couldn't quite hear.

"What was that??" You asked louder than you intended before people started quieting each other down as the radio blared that it was 11:59 pm New Years Eve and the last year of 1989.

He bent down and said to you so no one else could hear. "I actually remember 1889's New Year, beileve it or not. Course, we didn't go all out like this. Not even close. In fact, this whole ball droppin', throwing confetti everywhere, drinking yourself under the table shit didn't start till 30 years later or so." He stood back up fully and shook his head to himself. "Damn...100 years."

You smiled at him. "Severen Van Sickle, are you getting sentimental? "

He smirked and nudged you. "I ain't gettin' soft and sentimental about the passage time like some old man."

You shrugged up at him with a smile. "Well, even if you are...100 years is a long time. I mean, regular people celebrate every year because it passes them by faster than they think so maybe yours is just realizing you've lived over a century?"

"Maybe." He mumbled in thought before the countdown started.

You both got shhed by a stranger as you saw the excitement among everyone, a couple already kissing when the count down was at 5.

"5...4...3...2-"

"1." Severen finished for you. You blinked in surprise when you felt his arm wrap around the small of your back and his other hand cradled the back of your head as he bent down and leaned you back to kiss you.

Time slowed down as you felt his lips on yours. A little overzealous for a first try but hey that's just Severen and everything he does. You grabbed at his leather jacket to steady yourself as you barely heard the cheering, the happy new years, people blowning kazoos or whirrling clackers around while others hugged or clapped...All while you felt his strong arms wrapped around you, practically holding you up with his inhuman strength while only one of your feet touched the floor under you. You finally kissed him back after the shock of it all wore off as your lips moved against his. He continued kissing you as he raised you back up to stand on your feet but even when he pulled away from the kiss you wobbled, gripping against him as he grinned down at you and wrapped both of his arms around your back. Your chest rose and fell as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

"W-Wow uh..." You gave a slight smile, unsure what to say. Confetti on his shoulders and dark hair and you were sure it was on you too.

"Wow, huh?" He teased, his hands still holding onto you. He dropped the cocky grin as it turned into a slight smirk instead. "I uh...Damn, I think that drink we had earlier was fuckin' 90 proof." He chuckled out as only you two understood what the drink was. "At least ya can mark that off yer list."

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can." You gave him a warm smile and allowed both of yourselves to hug onto each other longer than anticipated. You wanted to kiss him again. Wanted to tell him you couldn't hide these feelings you had anymore and the burning question opened up after this kiss 'Did he feel the same? Was this just him being arrogant and making sure he's the first at something or because he genuinely likes you too?'

You didn't get to do either when Mae cleared her throat. You both looked over to see her and Caleb grinning at you both inside the bar a few feet away. "...Are we...Interrupting?" Mae murmured with a giggle as you and Severen almost instantly let each other go. More you than him, you did NOT feel like hearing the teasing THE WHOLE RIDE to your next destination.

"Um, yeah- no. We were just-" You looked at Severen, thankful blood circulation didn't allow your face to heat up anymore.

Severen gave you a smirk and confidently answered. "Celebrating the New Year. Don't tell me ya didn't kiss yer girl when that clock struck." As he ruffled his hair to get the confetti off of him.

Caleb huffed. "Course I did! But that was almost 2 minutes ago."

"Huh, time flys then." Severen winked at you.

Mae gave you a knowing smirk and Caleb chuckled to himself as Severen wrapped his arm around you again and led you out as the drinking and loud music continued in the bar.

You both walked out and to your surprise, Severen whispered to you. "Are you alright with all that we did back there? I swear it the alcohol that guy had in his blood has me a lil tipsy so if I got a lil carried away..."

It genuinely took you aback but shook your head. "No! No, I'm glad you did that...It was...Nice."

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah. In fact...Maybe we can walk around town a bit together? If you want to, that is. It doesn't get light out till 7 in the morning now."

He gave you a satisfied smile. "It'd be my pleasure. Where to first, darlin'?"

#severen imagine #severen x reader #near dark severen #severen near dark #near dark 1987

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itzynabi · 2 years

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i’m getting tired

summary: in which eve isn’t okay

set: 29 october 2018

word count: 2.0k

warnings: allusions to shinee’s jonghyun, vomiting, swearing, self harm in a way (let me know if i've missed something)

an: hi! this one is significantly sadder than all the other scenarios written so far. please don't read if any of the warnings are a no-go for you

eve’s masterlist

Eve woke up feeling miserable.

There was an ache in her chest that wasn’t there yesterday. One that made it hard to breathe. And she didn’t know why. She reached over to her left for her phone, turning it on and seeing texts from Eunbi.

silver kwon [04:32] nabi-yah!!

silver kwon [04:32] we made our debut 🥳🥳

silver kwon [04:32] i feel so excited right now

silver kwon [04:33] i know you're probably asleep, but i just wanted to tell you

silver kwon [04:33] bye~~

Well, now she knows why she feels so bad. She could’ve debuted today. If she was good enough. If she was liked enough.

butterfly kim [08:12] unnie!! i'm so happy for you 💖

Eve tried to be happy for Eunbi. shS really did. But even typing that sentence felt like a shot to her heart.

“Let’s not be sad today,” she told herself when she got to the bathroom, forcing a smile in the mirror. “Let’s be happy.”

It didn’t take long to get upset again.

It didn’t take long at all.

Eve walked to the kitchen, where Kibum was already fussing around with breakfast, and sat down on the kitchen counter.

“Can you pass me the salt?” Kibum asked, not looking up from the pan that had egg in it. Next to it, there was a pot with rice and another with meat and soup.

“Sure.” Eve jumped off the counter and went to fetch the salt from a cabinet. She passed it to Kibum and put her head in the crook between his shoulder and neck.

Despite being hungry, looking at the food in their respective pots, Eve felt her stomach churn. She pulled away from Kibum and went to sit on the couch, looking out the window, trying not to think too much about Eunbi living out her dream.

“Breakfast is ready!” Kibum announced a while later. He had put their plates on the kitchen counter and was fetching two pairs of chopsticks and spoons when she came to the counter.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling her plate closer to her. Kibum sat down next to her and passed a pair of chopsticks and a spoon to her.

“IZ*ONE made their debut today,” Eve said after a few bites of her food. She scooped up a spoon of rice, dipping it in the soup.

Kibum didn't know what to say in response. He knew how upset she had been when she didn’t make it to the lineup. She was so upset that any mention of the group or its members would make her frown. So he was very surprised at her bringing them up.

“Did you listen to it?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Not yet. Eunbi unnie seems very excited about it so I plan on listening to it.”

He nodded slowly, taking a bite of his food. They continued to eat in silence, Eve taking longer than usual.

“I’ll do the dishes,” she volunteered once they were both done. Kibum nodded and stood up to go to his bedroom, stopping just before leaving the kitchen.

“Nabi-yah,” he called to her. “You’ll make your debut soon. Don’t worry,” he comforted.

Eve's face instantly turned to stone, a serious expression falling upon her. “You don’t know that.”

She gathered all the dishes and took them little by little to the kitchen sink, Kibum watching her for a short while before leaving to go wash up.

Eve busied herself with the dishes. Soon after she started them, he emerged from his room in a change of clothes, telling her that he was going out to do something. she nodded and tried to ignore the look he gave her — the one filled with sadness and pity.

Eve went back to the guest room that she was staying in shortly after finishing the dishes and made her bed. Or at least tried to. She had pulled the duvet off and then lied on the bed.

She had no desire to move. The only reason she did was because her phone started buzzing from its position on the bedside table. She reached over and picked it up, seeing a new message from Kibum.

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:08] i'm sorry if i upset you, nabi

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:08] it wasn't my intention

princess nabi [09:09] you don't have to apologise

princess nabi [09:09] you were just trying to cheer me up

princess nabi [09:09] i'm the one being annoying

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:09] you've earned the right to

The conversation stalled there, the two not knowing what to say.

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:13] i'll be back after lunch time. you can make something or order in

princess nabi [09:13] okay

princess nabi [09:13] enjoy

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [09:13] ❤️

Eve put her phone down and sat up. she finished making her bed and went to go shower.

It was just past lunchtime and Eve had decided that she was going to watch the music video to support Eunbi. Not to punish herself.

She was in the sitting room and had her phone in her lap, the music video loaded and was ready to play. She took a few steadying breaths to calm her nerves and pressed play. She made it fifty-eight seconds in, before she felt something coming up her throat. She ran to the kitchen sink, making it just in time before her lunch came out. At that moment, Kibum walked into the house. He saw Eve bent over the sink and rushed to her side, pulling her hair out of the way as she continued to vomit.

“What’s wrong? Did you eat something bad?” He asked when she was done, fetching her a glass of water to rinse out her mouth.

“No,” Eve said, shaking her head. “I was watching the IZ*ONE video and then I vomited. I don’t know why.”

Kibum just nodded and rubbed her back soothingly. She dry heaved a few more times before standing upright. He passed her the glass of water, which she accepted.

“Are you okay?” He asked when she was done.

“Yeah,” Eve said, walking back to the couch. She sat down and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He asked again, following her to the living room.

“Yes!” Eve groaned, annoyance coating her tone.

“Nabi, I just want to ma–”

“I know, but it’s just–” Eve cut herself off and exhaled deeply. “I’m going on a walk.” With that she grabbed her sneakers and phone, leaving the apartment.

Dinner was full of tension. Kibum was frustrated with Eve for blocking him out and Eve was frustrated with Kibum for being overbearing. They didn’t speak to each other the entire meal. Once they were done eating and the dishes were cleaned, they retreated to their respective rooms.

Eve lied down on her bed, thinking about nothing and everything. Her phone rang and she checked who the caller was, answering it when she saw it was Eunbi.

“Hi, unnie,” she greeted once she answered.

“Nabi-yah! I got some time to myself so I’m calling you,” Eunbi said excitedly over the phone.

“How’s your day been?” Eve asked, shifting on the bed.

“Amazing! We had our debut showcase and our first music show performance.” Eunbi sighed. “I can’t wait for you to experience this.”

Logically, Eve knew Eunbi didn't mean anything malicious by saying that, but it didn’t stop the wave of anger from rolling over her. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“We might have to wait for a while,” Eve said with a bitter chuckle.

“I don’t think so,” Eunbi started, “you’re way too talented to not make your debut soon.”

“I wasn’t talented enough to debut with you.” Eve squeezed her eyes shut, knocking her hand against her head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re ups–”

“It doesn’t matter. You made your debut! The least I could do is be happy for you. and I am. Honestly.”

“Thanks, Nabi,” Eunbi said. Eve heard her talk with someone quickly. “I need to go now.”

“Okay. Enjoy whatever it is that you’re going to do,” Eve said.

“I will. Bye, Nabi.”

“Bye, unnie.” Eve hung up and put her phone down next to her. “Fuck!” She screamed. She started thrashing her body around until she fell off the bed. She continued to flail around despite how painful the floor was, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Nabi?” Kibum called from outside her room. He opened the door and saw her, immediately rushing to her side. He tried to grab a hold of her arms, but she was moving around too fast. He eventually grabbed onto one of her legs, soon holding the other.

“Leave me alone!” she screamed, fighting against Kibum’s hold.

“Nabi, stop,” he pleaded, struggling to reach for her arms. She continued to jerk around, causing him to let go of her legs. She started hitting her head against the floor, still flailing everywhere. Kibum managed to get a hold of both her arms and wrapped his arms around her torso so that her back was against his chest.

“Leave me alone.” Eve didn't know when her screams turned into tears, but she knew she was crying. She eventually went limp in Kibum's arms, allowing him to loosen his hold on her. He moved them back until he was leaning against the wall, stroking her head as she continued to cry. After a few minutes, her cries started to quiet down. Kibum didn’t ask her any questions, giving her time to speak when she was ready.

“I’m sorry,” she started. “I’ve been mean and bitchy and… I'm sorry.”

“It’s fine, Nabi-yah.”

Eve shook her head and let out a sigh. “I’m not okay. I know I said I was, but I’m not,” Eve looked back at Kibum. His heart broke. “I think,” Eve started slowly, “I think I’ve been not okay for a while. And… I’m tired.”

“How long have you been feeling this way?”

“I… tried to find out when exactly i started feeling like shit. and i think it started in march,” she confessed softly.

“March?” He asked.

“That’s when it hit me, I think… that he’s gone.”

Eve knew she didn’t have to specify who she was talking about; there’s only one person she could be talking about. A silence enveloped the siblings. Neither of them making an effort to end it.

“I still text him,” Eve admitted after some time. “I know it’s useless, but it… it makes me feel like I’m talking to him.” Kibum stayed silent, not knowing what to say, so she continued, "I really miss him, oppa. And I’m glad he’s in a better place — I really am — but… I don’t know. It sucks that he’s not here.”

“So this isn’t about not making your debut?” He asked.

She shook her head, “I don't know. Maybe I’m just carrying over sadness from him or… or maybe I’m actually upset about not debuting, but… it’s too much for me.”

Eve felt tears well up in her eyes as her voice tapered at the end. Kibum pushed her away from him, turning her around so they were facing each other.

“Listen to me.” He gently took hold of her hands. “What you feel is valid — and I’m so sorry that you feel this way — but princess, you can’t live like this.”

Eve refused to look up, knowing that if she did, she would break down again.

“I think you need to see someone. Like a therapist,” Kibum said. Eve lifted her head and was about to object, but he held his hand up, silencing her. “I know you don’t like talking about your emotions, but I don’t want you to live like this. I don’t want you to feel like this.”

Eve nodded her head. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Kibum asked, squeezing her hand.

Eve opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, hesitating to say something, “Can you hold me? For a little bit?”

Kibum opened his arms and let her crawl into them. She rested her head against his chest, letting the sound of his heart beat soothe her as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you, oppa,” she whispered into the room.

“I love you too, Nabi.”

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Who Helps the Helpers? (Adrian Chase)

Summary: When you come down with a nasty cold, help comes to you in the most unlikely of forms. Though it's not who you were expecting, you certainly can't say it's unwelcome.

Word Count: 2.1k

Just a short lil sick fic bc I've had this idea for a bit and thought it would be cute.

“You look like shit.”

You don’t even bother to lift your head up from your desk to greet Peacemaker, late as always. Instead, you flip him off weakly before letting your arm fall back to your lap. In fairness to Chris, you probably do look like shit. A few days after a tumble into a cold river while fighting a metahuman-trading senator’s goon on a cold night will do that to you.

Harcourt stands in front of you, the all-black wardrobe you’re seeing out of the corner of your eye serving as your only clue. “I hate to agree with Smith, but he’s right. Here,” she awkwardly lays the back of her hand on your forehead before tilting your head so she can feel your cheek next.

You grumble halfheartedly. If you were feeling better, you’d make some comment about how you have a mom, thank you very much, and you don’t need Harcourt to fill in that role. But you’re not feeling better, and you’re actually pretty emotional when you’re sick, so this simple action just makes you miss your own mom right now.

Even though you’re a full-grown adult (you can buy alcohol! You can rent a car!) that is only a couple years younger than the rest of the team, said team doesn’t actually see that. They only heard that you were younger, and then decided that you were now the baby of the group and were to be protected at all costs. It’s sweet of them to do that, but it can get kind of annoying.

“You’ve got a fever, kid. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“Since Tuesday.”

Harcourt’s ever-present frown deepens at this. “Four days, and you’re just now letting anybody know?”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been shot at plenty of times before, I didn’t think falling in water was going to be my downfall.” You know that your voice sounds whiny, but you can’t help it. All of your energy was spent just getting to work today.

“Go home, Y/l/n, you need to rest.”

You lift yourself up off your desk before remembering how you got here. “I took the bus, I’ve gotta wait for the next one at the bus stop outside.”

“No, you’re not gonna do that. Go lay down upstairs, I can take you home after I’m done with some more work.”

Huffing, you roll your eyes and begin to work up an argument that you don’t want her to rearrange her whole day just for you when Adrian pokes his head out from the back room that’s been converted into a training facility. “If you’ve got stuff to do, Harcourt, I can take Y/n home.”

Economos laughs from behind his computer before realizing that Adrian’s completely serious. “Oh shit, you mean that?”

Adrian looks at him blankly. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dude,” Peacemaker says, “you gotta admit you’re not exactly the caring type. It’s kinda funny to imagine you trying to take care of a sick person.”

Adrian scoffs, even though he knows Chris is right. You all know that Chris is right. Still, you’re not asking for him to wait on your sickbed like this is some Victorian novel. You just need a ride home, and then you can fall into bed and sleep until you feel better.

“It’s just a ride home,” you voice your thoughts. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m capable of taking care of myself just fine.”

“Yeah, she can take care of herself just fine!” Adrian backs you up, making you bite your lip so as not to laugh. You’d rather not fall into another painful coughing fit because you just had to laugh.

“Okay, so are you gonna take her home or what?” Harcourt asks. “We’re not getting anything accomplished by just standing here.”

“Yeah,” Adrian nods emphatically before looking at you. “I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

“That works for me.” At this point, you don’t care who takes you home. Judomaster himself could offer you a ride and you’d take it, so long as it meant you could get home.

Your movements are sluggish as you gather your belongings and follow Adrian out the back door of Henenlotter’s. Your teammates call out goodbyes and wishes for you to get better, but they hardly register with you. Right now, you’re too focused on gathering enough energy to put one foot in front of the other to make it to the Sebring.

The passenger seat is not what you would normally consider comfortable, but any seat is a relief to your weary legs at this point, so you gladly sit back against the fabric and fumble with the seatbelt. You lean your head against the window, dealing with the minor inconvenience of not having an actual pillow for the concession of being able to rest your head. From the other side of the car, you hear Adrian starting the ignition. Instead of driving though, he waits, and you can feel his eyes on you.

“Hey, really though, are you okay?” he asks.

To anybody else, the softness that Adrian is exhibiting towards you would be uncharacteristic. ‘Adrian doesn’t have feelings!’ they’d argue. He’s never been that way with you though. Sure, he can be awkward and unaware of how to act in social situations, but that’s just Adrian. The Adrian that you know is an open book of emotions, ones that he feels so strongly it leaves him no choice but to try and lock them up.

You know that Adrian has a bit of a crush on you, and vice versa, hence why he actually tries to show feelings around you. If you weren’t sick right now, you’d be thrilled at being alone with Adrian.

The window feels so cool on your heated skin that you can’t bring yourself to move away from it. Instead, you settle for shrugging. “I’m just really tired.”

“You can take a nap, I don’t mind.”

You smirk. “It’s like a fifteen minute drive.” Still, you can almost feel your body beginning to give in to the tantalizing call of sleep, your senses all developing that delightful fuzziness that builds when you’re teetering right on the edge of being awake and asleep.

“Still a fifteen minute nap, which is better than no nap.”

“You have a point there.”

You swear you can feel the ghost of his hand on yours. “Sleep, Y/n, I’ve got you.”

You almost immediately fall asleep, the car barely being put into ‘drive’ before you’re out. It’s the type of sleep that comes on so suddenly that you don’t even realize that you’ve fallen asleep until you’re being woken up. The same proves true for you when you awkwardly jerk awake at the feeling of Adrian’s hand on your shoulder. The car is parked in front of your apartment, and has been for who knows how long.

Shifting in the seat, you whine when you stretch your arms, feeling grumpy at being woken up. Your eyes flutter open, and your sick heart stutters at the way that Adrian’s looking at you–the literal definition of heart eyes.

“Hi,” you whisper, feeling in your bones just how tired and sick you are.

“Hey. We’re here.” You’re just about to thank Adrian for driving you home when he turns the car off and gets out, jogging around to your side of the car and opening the door for you.

You look at him in confusion, but don’t stop him even when he unbuckles your seatbelt for you. “What are you doing?”

“You’re sick, I’m not going to just leave you to fend for yourself.”

“You don’t have to do that, Adrian. I’m sure you have more important things to do, like patrol or…shoot shit with Peacemaker.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna do those important things. I wanna do this important thing instead.” He pauses before grimacing. “That came out wrong, sorry.”

Despite your general terrible feeling, you still laugh. That’s something that you love about being with Adrian; he can always make you laugh.

“Look, will you just let me help you? If you get settled and you still don’t want me around, I’ll be gone quicker than you can say ‘Eagly.’”

You’re too tired to fight him, considering you’ve already spent all of what little energy you have fighting everybody else. Sighing, you nod. “Fine.”

Adrian’s smile brightens. “Yeah?” When you nod again (which certainly doesn’t help the dizziness you’ve been feeling), he stands up and holds out a hand for you to take.

He walks slowly with you to your front door, waiting patiently for your shaking hands to find your house key and open the front door. Your apartment’s messy, which is normal considering you’ve been sick for the past few days. Still, you’re a bit embarrassed at the state of it. Adrian, for his part, doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are laser-focused on you, ready to catch you if you fall or help you the moment that you falter.

You toe your shoes off and land rather ungracefully on your bed, breathing heavily from the exertion of it all. Adrian grabs your blankets from where they’re bunched up at the bottom of the bed, gently covering you with them and making sure that you’re comfortable. Once he sees that your eyes are already starting to drift shut again, he moves towards the door.

“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” He laughs at his own joke on his way out the door, and you mentally roll your eyes.

You must drift off in the minutes it takes Adrian to return, jolting awake when you hear the front door open again. You look over at him, raising your eyebrows when you notice the Walgreens bag in his hand. “How long was I asleep for?” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

“Oh, I got this when I was driving you home. Figured it would save me another drive, and you were passed out anyway so I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

“What’d you get?”

He looks inside the bag. “Cold medicine, Tylenol, Gatorade because I figured you’re not really getting much hydration. And the candy that you always sneak from the snack drawer in your desk.”

Although you didn’t think it possible, your cheeks heat up even more. “Obviously I’m not doing a good-enough job being sneaky about it, then.”

You watch as Adrian sets up what he got for you on your bedside table, telling you how and when you’re supposed to use each one. You want to tell him that you’ve used cold medicine and Nyquil before, but he seems so happy to be helping that you leave him be. Once he’s finished telling you that you need to eat actual food and not just candy, he looks at you. “Okay, do you need anything else?”

“You’ve already done so much for me, Adrian.”

He shrugs. “Duh, why wouldn’t I?”

“Do you think you could…stay here with me?” You sniffle. “Just until I fall asleep.”

You’re tired and cold and hot and dizzy, but most of all, you don’t want this person who cares about you so much that he would put aside his plans to get you home safely to leave. Maybe, if you can delay sleep, you can delay him leaving. Just for a bit.

Adrian nods earnestly. “Yeah, of course.”

He says he’ll stay, but makes no move from where he’s standing next to you. You quickly realize that he plans on just standing there until he leaves, and you laugh breathlessly. “You can sit on my bed, you know.”

“Oh! I, uh, knew that.” He didn’t, but you’re not going to say that.

Adrian sits next to you on the bed, though ‘next to you’ means that he sits half a foot away from you and keeps his body as still as possible. Feeling yourself slipping back towards sleep, you roll over on your side to face him. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s what we do, right?”

You shake your head. “It’s what you do.”

“It’s also what you do.” Without saying it, you both know that you’re not talking about what you do for others. Rather, it’s what the two of you do for each other. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Adrian’s hand reaches out towards you. “You should really get some rest, Y/n.”

“But you’ll be gone when I wake up,” you mumble, too sleepy now to care about hiding what you think.

“Not if you don’t want me to be, I won’t.”

“Good.” Just as slowly, your hand moves to his and slips into his grasp. He barely even stiffens when you do that, a fact that makes you extremely proud.

Just as Adrian has always done when it comes to you, and just as he’ll continue to do, he keeps his promise, sitting with you and holding your hand until you wake up again.

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