#like if he just went around ranting to people in his friend group(s?) about how everglen's security actually sucks
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golden dewdrop
character(s): shinsou hitoshi
summary: shinsou's a bartender and he finds himself unable to keep his eyes off of you.
notes: no pronouns specified for reader! i do describe various little habits that the reader has, though. quirkless au! they're like... in their 20s maybe?? very brief mention of past shinsou & kaminari dating.
word count: 1.8k
Voices meld together, enveloping Hitoshi in a dull buzz. People go in and out, some alone, some in groups, some in pairs. Some are stumbling about, giggling in a drunken stupor.
The sound of the glass in his hand, polished to perfection, gets drowned out by the animated chatter of a group passing by him.
It had taken him a while to get adjusted to how loud the bar could get – he spent most of his life in quiet spaces, after all. He had hated the job at first, but eventually started to enjoy work.
There was less socializing required than he expected. On the occasion that a customer started talking to him, he just had to stand there nodding and humming noncommittally. More often than not, he found that people who came alone just needed someone to listen to their woes.
He could do that. Hitoshi wasn’t particularly great at comforting words, but he was great at standing around quietly.
(Assuming there wasn’t anybody annoying in his immediate vicinity, that is.)
You were like that, sometimes. Quiet, tired murmurs as you ramble about work that day or about how the last date you went on had ended in disaster.
The first time you made your appearance, you were with a rather sizable group of friends. You had hardly spared him a glance – and he barely looked your way, too. One of the girls in your group did try to hit him up. (He had simply raised a brow at the girl, clearly drunk before redirecting her back to her friend group.)
The second time, you stepped into the bar with one other person in tow. Hitoshi hadn’t really been looking for you, but he found his gaze lingering on you nonetheless. He doesn’t really remember what the two of you had been talking about, attention quickly redirecting to a fight that was starting nearby.
It’s during the third visit that he hears your voice clearly. You had plopped down onto the bar stool alone, eye bags rivalling his own.
“You look like you’ve seen better days,” he had said without thinking when you slid into the seat in front of him. He remembers your startled gaze, something flickering in your eyes before a wry smile played at your lips.
“And you always look like you’re on the verge of falling asleep on the job,” was your reply – an indication that you had seen him before just as he had seen you. He struggled to hide the smile on his face.
On that night, you had a tired look to your eyes. He thought you were a bubbly, sunshine-y person initially — what with how much you laugh and make people laugh.
That night was an uncharacteristic one, with Hitoshi feeling chattier than usual. The next few words he uttered had been driven by curiosity. “Care to share your troubles?”
And share your troubles you did. Not immediately, though – it took a few drinks before your idle attempts at small talk had turned into a ranting session.
You were in college. The job you worked wasn’t your first choice; you were working your way up to your dream job. Apparently, every date you went on ended in disaster.
There’s nobody in tow the next few times you come in for a drink. He quickly picks up on some of your habits. A tendency to lean forward when talking. A preference for your left side if you were going to rest your chin in a hand. Tracing the rim of the glass containing your drink whenever words elude you.
Hitoshi doesn’t always stay with you. He has other customers to tend to — though a part of him wishes he didn’t. The way your voice washes over him is dangerously magnetic.
Eventually, you start showing up to the bar with friends again. Or dates. On those days, there are no words exchanged – there are glances that get exchanged instead.
If it’s a date, Hitoshi usually nods and mouths ‘good luck’. If you’re out with friends, Hitoshi just nods. Sometimes, he waves if his hands are free and you return his wave with a cute friendly smile.
(He’s not interested in you, he tells himself. Hitoshi isn’t sure if he could manage dating at the moment. He’s pretty sure you don’t see him in any romantic sort of way, anyways. Not that… not that it matters if you’re attracted to him or not.)
(Hitoshi just thinks that the faint golden glow of the overhead lights paint your form in a rather picturesque way.)
(...Fuck.)
“Woah, 'Toshi? You mean you’re the cute bartender?”
Hitoshi hears the familiar, cheery voice above the dull roar of idle chatter. His head snaps up, violet eyes meeting gold. Kaminari Denki? Wait– Hitoshi’s brows furrow ever-so-slightly as he belatedly registers the last few words Kaminari said. Cute bartender?
“Wait. Denki, you know him?”
You’re standing next to him. From what he can see, the expression you wear is a little surprised, a little flustered. Hitoshi’s too late in stopping the wry smile from forming on his face as he says in a low voice, echoing what he had heard earlier.
“Cute bartender, hm?”
Fist hiding a cough, you shrug in feigned nonchalance. Your voice, in contrast to your casual posture, is meek. “...yeah.”
Kaminari looks between the two of you and Hitoshi swears he can hear the gears turning in his head. Hitoshi recognizes the look Kaminari dons as one of mischief. A look that he, unfortunately, became well-acquainted with during his time dating the blonde back in highschool.
Oh god, what is he planning this time.
Much to Hitoshi’s surprise, Kaminari just plops down in a seat, pulling you down onto the seat next to him. “Small world.”
Hitoshi raises a brow. He’s pretty sure the wiggling of Kaminari’s eyebrows were supposed to mean something. Hitoshi’s not sure he wants to know.
You lean forward a little, chin propped up in the palm of your left hand. You ask your unanswered question from earlier, curiosity shining in your gaze. “You two know each other?”
“We dated for a bit,” Hitoshi answers dryly. Your lips part in an ‘o’ shape. He’s not sure what exactly makes him say the next bit. “It was… a casual thing. For a year or something.”
"Damn. I can't believe you never told me, Denki."
"Actually," Kaminari drawls, glancing to Shinsou with a gleam in his eyes. "I did. Just didn't namedrop. He's the guy from high school."
“Huh. I guess you’re the e-boy that Denki used to know, then.”
Hitoshi hears a cackle from your side after you finish your sentence – Kaminari. Hitoshi heaves a weary sigh, narrowing his eyes towards the blonde who was currently doing a terrible job at muffling his laughter.
“I’m not an e-boy."
Kaminari recovers enough from his laughter to join the conversation. “I dunno, man… if we look back at your social media from highschool–”
“Oh?”
Hitoshi cringes when you look at him with curiosity. He immediately reaches for the phone that Kaminari takes out. He’s too late, though, because Kaminari pulls his arm back before Hitoshi can grab the device.
“No.”
“I want to see, though,” you pout up at Hitoshi and he schools his expression into a carefully neutral one. “Denki, send me pictures.”
“Aye, aye, cap’n!”
“Don’t you dare.”
The look you send him is full of mirth and Hitoshi would normally return your bright smile with a small smile of his own. Except, at the moment, he was currently regretting the fact that he hadn’t deleted the photos off the internet yet. He’d been too lazy to, back then and thought it'd be funny to look back on in the future.
That was Hitoshi before he met you, someone he very much wants to impress and not leave a bad impression on.
He's never felt so much regret since that one time he got himself stuck in a tree with a cat during high school and had to get Midoriya's help in getting down.
Oh god.
"If my dignity is going to get torn to shreds, at least do it when I'm not around," Hitoshi says dryly, watching helplessly as Kaminari taps a few things on his screen.
Your phone — currently on the countertop in front of you — lights up with a text message. Hitoshi's unable to see what Kaminari sent you because you're snatching it up at lightning speeds.
Hitoshi watches your reaction with rapt attention, taking note of the way your eyes widen a little as you look between him and your phone.
"What did he send you?"
"Secret," you grin.
He tries the other person. "Kaminari?"
"Wow, look at the time," the blonde whistles a bit too loudly, looking down at his bare wrist. He even has the gall to tap at his watch-less wrist. "Gotta go. Nice seeing you again, bro!"
As flighty as always, Kaminari is out lost into the sea of patrons when Hitoshi blinks.
"Uh," Hitoshi flounders, looking over to you from his peripheral. "Is that okay? Kaminari leaving, I mean. Didn't you come here with him?"
Your lips purse and you lean back instead of forward as you laugh nervously. "Mm. Well. About that. I did come here with him but, uh, it was to... how do I say this.."
Hitoshi raises a brow, waiting patiently. The buzz of multiple conversations bleeding into one another acts as a filler for the silence that temporarily falls upon the two of you.
He starts to feel more and more awkward as the silence stretches on, so he starts: "You don't have to tell me if you don't—"
"He was going to help me get your number!"
Hitoshi stills and he's thankful for the fact that he doesn't have anything in his hands at the moment. He tries to conjure up some sort of wry response, something to tease you with but—
Number. You wanted his number.
Hitoshi's mind blanks out.
How was someone supposed to respond to being asked for their number, again?
You take his silence as a negative sign and you start to fidget a little. "If that's alright with you."
"Yeah," Hitoshi finally breathes, words coming out in a rush. "Yeah, uh. Sure. I can do that. My number."
When you beam at him, hand outstretched with your phone, he clumsily takes your phone and puts in his number.
"Great," you say airily, trying to appear collected. Hitoshi, unfortunately for you, notices the way you wipe your hands on your pants after dropping your phone into your bag. "I actually have to head out, too; I was supposed to... be in and out. I'll talk to you later..?"
"I'll be waiting."
The giddy smile you wear is contagious and he feels like a hopeless high schooler all over again, lips twitching up into a fond smile.
"Then, I'll text you as soon as I can."
Hitoshi gives you one, firm nod and returns the little wave you send his way before you're skipping out of the bar. Even after the door swings shut, he finds his gaze lingering — up until someone calls for him.
Hitoshi has an uncontrollably big smile on his face for the rest of his shift.
a/n: augh i didn't know where to go with this but i wanted this out of my drafts because its almost been a month since this has been here so,,, i almost deleted this a few times but i was like nooo but i've already written like half of it...... man i should be doing my schoolwork what am i doing
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A Skiing Surprise
Warnings: Top!Jacob Custos, Bottom! Male Reader, praise kink (slight), edging (slight)
“So what are your plans for Christmas Y/n?” Jacob asked me, he shrugged and took a sip of the vodka in his hand. Y/n gave him the bottle and he took a swig before setting it down, he put his arm around his shoulder.
“I might see my family, but their probably out of the country again.” Y/n told Jacob who nodded and kissed his cheek with a smile.
“Why don’t you come and hang out with me? I’m meeting up with some friends for a few days, after that we could just chill all break.” Jacob explained to Y/n who nodded and his head fell onto Jacob’s shoulder.
“Sounds like fun, I’ll call my parents tomorrow to see if I can.” Y/n told Jacob who nodded, while they sat in silence Y/n’s head fell onto Jacob’s chest and fell asleep to the beating of his heart.
“Yeah it’s fine honey, your father and I won’t be back until next summer anyways.” Y/n’s mother told him, he nodded before hearing Jacob outside. “Hang out with your boyfriend, he seems like a nice guy after our FaceTimes with you, love you.”
“Love you too momma, bye.” He told her and hung up, Y/n got his ags and went out of the dorm and went to the street where Jacob was loading up the car.
“There you are n/n! So what did the parents say?”
“They’re fine with it, I’m gonna see them in the summer.” Y/n told Jacob and packed in his bag. Jacob smiled and picked up the man, he gave him a kiss before letting him go.
“Let’s hurry, the car is warmer than out here.” Jacob shuddered and Y/n laughed before nodding and got into the car. Jacob did a small fist pump to the air before closing the trunk and began the drive.
It was a long drive but the two made it work, singing along to Mariah, Selena, and any other songs they would play. They also alternated between who pays for gas and snacks so it would be equal, and they both enjoyed their time together.
“Look there it is!” Jacob jeered and Y/n saw a ski resort sign pass by as Jacob kept driving, after sometime they reached the top where a few cars were already parked. “Come on Y/n! I think they’re already inside!” Jacob said as he got out and got both his and Y/n’s bags.
The two went in and checked into the resort, after getting their room they set down their bags and heard a knock on the door. Jacob answered and screamed with glee.
“Dylan! Oh my god I’m so happy to see you bro!” He yelled and pulled Dylan into a tight hug.
“Jesus, I see the werewolf gave you more strength.” Dylan muttered and walked into the room and saw Y/n on the bed. “Why hello there, the name’s Dylan. You are?”
“Y/n, Jacob’s boyfriend, I see you’re Dj Dylan?” Y/n asked and Dylan gave a smile and nodded.
“Yep, Dj Dylan always had the best beats around the camp no doubt about it!” He said with pride and a laugh came out.
“I could disagree, but he would bully me. I’m Ryan, that knucklehead is my boyfriend.” He said to Y/n and they shook hands.
“Nice to meet you Ryan, Y/n, Jacob’s boyfriend.” Y/n repeated to Ryan who nodded and sat beside him and the two began to talk while Jacob was still greeting more people.
“Now that we are all here, how about we go skiing?” Jacob suggested and the group nodded, Jacob ahead with Kaitlyn, Nick, and Abby while Y/n stayed behind with Dylan, Ryan, and Emma.
“So Y/n how did you pull in that big himbo?” Emma asked Y/n who choked on his spit and Dylan let out a laugh.
“S-Sorry, I met him in college and to be honest for the longest time he was my best friend until one night we confessed our feelings and started dating.” Y/n told Emma who nodded and they kept walking, Emma and Y/n talking with the occasional chip in from Dylan who was holding Ryan’s hand.
“You seem happy Jacob, you finally found the one?” Kaitlyn asked Jacob who nodded with a smile.
“Yes, and I am very sure of it. He always makes my stomach do loops, keeps me happy even on my worst days, stays with me when I need him, and he is just perfect.” Jacob ranted and sighed dreamily as the others chuckled.
“Glad to see you found someone, Jacob.” Abigail spoke up and Nick nodded.
“He’s your mate for life right?” Nick asked and Jacob nodded and they got to the rental and they all split up.
After they finished skiing they all went to their rooms feeling drained from the day, but Y/n and Jacob couldn’t sleep that night so they spent it next to each other watching Christmas movies on the television.
“I love you Y/n.” Jacob muttered against his head and Y/n laughed.
“I love you too, you big himbo.” Y/n spoke and kissed Jacob’s lips, but before he could let go a hand snaked around his waist and Jacob sat him on his lap. Y/n smirked and moved away from his lips, moving down to Jacob’s neck sucking and leaving hickeys around his neck.
While Y/n did that Jacob removed each other’s shirts, and roamed his hands around Y/n’s torso and back. Before Jacob felt Y/n’s mouth move off his neck so Jacob took his time kissing all over Y/n’s body slowly lowering him down onto the bed.
“So perfect, so perfect for me” Jacob muttered as he kissed around and stopped at Y/n’s underwear, he looked up and saw Y/n’s flushed face who gave him a desperate nod and Jacob moved down the cloth and his dick sprung up.
Jacob gave Y/n a sly smile and began to suck, Y/n held in his moans letting out little oh’s and whimpers. When his body felt hot and a knot formed in his stomach Jacob stopped sucking, and Y/n whined before Jacob inserted a finger into Y/n.
“You need to be quiet, do you want everyone to hear you?” Jacob whispered into Y/n’s ear who shook his head and Jacob smiled. “Good, now be a good boy and stay quiet for me.” Jacob told Y/n as he inserted another finger.
As Jacob stretched Y/n out, he let out his moans on Jacob’s shoulder and neck before Jacob pressed against a spot that made Y/n take a sharp breath in before Jacob stopped.
“There, you’re doing great just a little longer.” Jacob said and took out a condom from his wallet after he put it on Jacob put some lube on his dick before slowly putting it inside of Y/n.
After it was inside Jacob let Y/n catch his breath before pumping in and out, Y/n holding in his breath trying to stay quiet but the pleasure was building and Y/n was slowly getting louder until he couldn’t hold it anymore and came with a loud moan.
It wasn’t long before Jacob followed in suit, Y/n’s walls clenching against his dick until he came in the condom. Jacob sighed with pleasure and took off the condom, throwing it off and into the garbage can.
The next day, Y/n was getting embarrassed by Dylan and Emma while Jacob was yelled at by Kaitlyn for how loud they were, she couldn’t sleep.
#the quarry x male reader#bottom male reader#jacob custos x male reader#gay#male reader smut#x male reader#jacob custos
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Alright so, I wouldn't have finished this so soon but some of you showed interest in my silly ramblings sooooo... here are some of my headcanons for Larry's 'aloof' personality.
Asperger Syndrome
-Since he was a small child, there were a few behavioral differences between him and the rest of the children.
He never really knew how to properly communicate. That might be very common in children BUT he literally had struggles trying to explain anything. Sentences like: 'I want that' or 'can I have that?' were never on his tongue and lots of time he'd get upset at himself/ people around him for not being able to read his mind and take care of his demands. This kind of behavior crosses a bit into 'anti-social' tenancies. (Hard time to communicate, preferred playing alone, very poor social skills, etc) Shortly, his 'forever-upset' personality resulted in children excluding/ isolating him from their games and plays.
-Larry didn't know why nobody wanted to play with him, why everybody avoided him like plague and gave him dubious looks. Throughout his kindergarten and early-school years he never made friends, never had any significant relationships except with his parents.
Why did nobody see these signs and act accordingly?
We're in the late 90's. There's no such thing as ‘diagnosing kids with mental illness’ unless they've got some kind of schizophrenia that really makes them act out. Parents had little to no information about mental health, let alone autism and how it manifests in children. Rough times but that's how they were.
-Growing up lonely, Larry found his refuge in drawing and writing silly little cartoon stories. Solo hobbies are extremely common in the autistic spectrum, especially when they come in package with die-hard fixations/ obsessions.
-Sensorial sensibility: he can’t stand bright lights in his basement. That’s why he always keeps a small desk lamp on and nothing else to see around him.
-In school, he did poorly. The motto was: it’s either you’re the only one who gets it and nobody else does OR everybody else gets it and you’re the only one who doesn’t. No way in between these two.
-The internal struggle of 'Why am I like this? Why do they hate me? What's wrong with me?' never left his brain. Now, communication was absolutely required no matter if he liked it or not. That's school, you're supposed to answer stuff, use your brains to solve problems and get through the day.
-Firstly, he did what his autistic mind told him to do.. he went fully fucking honest and blunt. With every occasion when he got asked about something, he innocently pointed out everything that bothered him/ seemed wrong or annoying without any fucking filter whatsoever. Needless to say, his true-nature approach didn’t escape punishment. His mother was called, the teachers complained that he’s ‘too mean and arrogant’ , ‘never focused’ , ‘too lazy and selfish’ etc. Everything while Larry looked like a fucking deer in the highlights telling his mom that he didn't do nothing wrong.
-When he finally understood that ‘being honest’ wasn't the key for normal human-communication, that's when his mind began searching for other ways to go by.
-Masking-
Masking was the second option.
-He watched, heard, studied, learned and taught himself the Fine Arts of mimicking normal human response in social situations. Now, that's how he mostly made it work.
-As a chill but tragically misunderstood child, he had finally learned how to make friends. It started with Ash and Maple (alternative music and general outcasts) and later in middle-school, Ash presented him to Todd. (Now, I'd rant about Rob and their 'brother from another mother' dynamic and friendship but that's for another long post if any of you are interested)
-When his father abruptly disappeared from the family frame, it just.... made everything ten thousand times worse for Larry (This is gonna be another post if you're interested)
-All in all, now with a select group of friends he’s still aloof, weird, too loud or too quiet sometimes BUT at least he’s not alone and miserable anymore.
Normally, he's a laid back dude, a stoner (autism and substance abuse is another headache of a post..) a metalhead and maybe just a little delinquent sometimes after 8 pm because of teenage rebellion and all that stuff.
-His ‘masking act’ falls sometimes when he talks about painting, video games, music and basically everything that interests him. Asperger in boys is a lot different than in girls. Girls tend to keep their ‘masking act’ better than boys as boys often don't realize when they slip and start talking miles and miles about their favorite hobbies/ subjects without noticing if the person they're talking to completely loses their interest or gets angry for being talked over and interrupted all the time.
His friends find him a bit annoying at times cause… fuck, who like being talked over? but they’re so used to him that it’s just common and gets easily forgotten.
-When the sudden chronic-insomnia hit him, the fatigue and lethargy didn't go unnoticed by Lisa. Finally, she managed to drag him to a doctor that surprisingly or not, completely missed to diagnose him with autism. The shrink blamed his insomnia on weed (another rant here) and …. ADHD?. Larry took the classic DSM-4 test (oh boy, gotta love the 90′s..) it came back negative on symptoms, confirming everybody that he didn't have ADHD. (Now, I know that the two behavioral illnesses often came in package but with Larry it wasn't the case) After that, nobody did anything.
-Now, he lives freely his teenage years hanging out with Sal, regularly smoking weed, getting deeply offended by the un-true belief that he might have ADHD, still trying to figure out what's actually wrong with him that no shrink or DSM could tell and ultimately enjoying his hobbies and little shenanigans him and his best amigo do.
-The ‘masking act’ has long become an automatic behavior, an unconscious switch for normal social situations so, now he’s most definitely not aware that he’s doing it.
Sal highly suspects him of being autistic due to the fact that he had far more contacts with doctors and psychiatrists in his entire life that he knows VERY WELL the red flags or autistic behaviors. That and because of their first interaction when Larry was like ‘Sup, you like metal? You GOTTA like metal!’ it screams autism from a fucking mile.
This post is embarrassingly LONG and useless.. and I'll shut the fuck up now for real. BUT If anyone feels like asking questions or going deeper down this rabbit hole, feel free to text me <3 as I love waffling about psychology and pretty much anything lol.
Sorry for my bad English, I did my best in trying to explain all that's written above. These are just some of my little silly headcanons and possibly?? more in-depth explanations for some of the things that go on in my SF fanfic.
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Inuyasha X Priestess! Reader
So in this I'm exaggerating Kagome's behavior in this, I do ship Kagome with Inuyasha. Occasionally with Koga, but mostly because I find Ayame somewhat annoying personally. I could rant about it but for the Ayame fans I'm not going to, like I don't hate her but I did want to see her humbled a bit so that she'd pull back her obsessive behavior just a bit.
(Y/n) sighed as she walked with the group of misfits she called friends, the 18-year-old had been a reincarnation similar to Kagome. Only (Y/n) was a healer, and rather than a well she had fallen through the floor of an old shrine high up in the mountain. The bicolor haired girl had hated her life in her era, her life having been less than ideal. With her hair being 2 colors, (H/C1) on the left and (H/C2) on the right. It often drew unwanted attention, what made it worse was her dual-colored eyes. (E/C1) on the left and (E/C2) on the right. She had always been teased by the younger generation and out casted, the older generation treated he as if she was ill or a demon. So, she had ran away at the age of 16, the dual toned girl going high into the mountains when a storm hit. She took shelter in a shrine but fell through a large hole, even if she wanted to go back through the shrine she couldn't as the one in the feudal era had been destroyed by Naraku.
She has passed through the well before to go get Kagome, and she was able to do so through the sheer power of her soul unlike Kagome who needed at least a shard of the jewel. But she usually preferred staying behind with Inuyasha and the others, she had gotten the garb of a priestess from a priestess in the village at the base of the mountain when she came stumbling down bruised and dirty from the fall and the subsequent wandering around the mountainside the shrine had been on, on day one of being there. Deciding that she wanted to try and at least blend in a little, plus the outfit was rather comfortable. She had spent a lot of time with Inuyasha as of late, he and Kagome had been fighting a lot recently and most of her anger was unreasonable in (Y/n)'s eyes. She and the half demon had grown close, both able to understand each other's pain. (Y/n) also understood how fresh his grief and heart break was, in his mind it had only been at most a few months since he was "betrayed". He had truly loved Kikyo, the pain of their fight worsened by learning the truth behind that day and Kikyo's resurrection. Kagome's pressure only making things worse for Inuyasha, it was as if the girl thought they had an unspoken relationship.
When the group finally made it to Kaede's village, she watched Kagome ride with Sango and Miroku on Kirara's back towards the well. Leaving her to walk with Inuyasha to Kaede's hut. "Hey (Y/n), come with me." Inuyasha began walking towards the woods, the girl quietly following as she figured he wanted to talk about his fight with Kagome. She always had to try and explain things to him, what made it hard was a lot of Kagome's actions could be immature and hard to rationalize to the male. So, after the attempt to explain things is made the two usually said screw it and just had a drink, it being the feudal era no one cared as she was considered plenty old enough.
So, the girl had no problem dipping into the barrel, Inuyasha didn't care one way or the other. They got to their usual spot by the river, Inuyasha moving a rock to reveal a small barrel of sake and 2 cups hidden beneath it in a hole. She could tell by the look on his face that he was in deep thought, so she remained silent and went to her place by the river. It was a large smooth rock, where she would be able to dangle her feet over the edge and her toes would barely touch the water. Not being a true priestess, she was not bound by their rules, really it was just a guise she used. Her abilities were similar to that of a priestess, so it was really the best option to keep people from questioning her.
She lowered her feet into the water, closing her eyes and listening as Inuyasha moved beside her and set the small barrel between them. "So, what did you want to talk about?" She spoke softly and dipped her small sake glass into the barrel, Inuyasha had stayed quiet as he slowly sipped down his glass. "Kagome has just been driving me crazy, I'm starting to think her looking like Kikyo may have been the only thing that truly brought me to her. I was still grieving for Kikyo, and Kagome was someone I had to be around because she broke the sacred jewel, and she could sense it... I think I only loved her out of necessity and heartache, but now that everything's over though..."
He stared deeply at the water, (Y/n) quietly listening to him as she nodded. "It's understandable, somethings aren't meant to be. I mean you two aren't even actually together, you've just done this weird crap since the beginning." She sipped her drink as Inuyasha nodded, sipping at his own before he looked at her. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you take an interest in anyone since you joined us." Now that made her cheeks heat up, she was quick to down her drink and refill. "There was one guy, but he never once looked at me the way I did him... But he has girl troubles of his own even without me." She hadn't been lying, she had always had an interest in him but between Kikyo and Kagome she never felt there would be room for her in his heart. She knew a part of him at least cared deeply for Kagome, after all she had helped him move on from Kikyo and helped to soften his rough personality.
"I see... It must be painful loving someone who doesn't return it... At first when Kikyo was resurrected, she hated me, it tore me up cause I loved her so much. I guess that's why your smile hasn't been the same for a while... Right?" His words took her by surprise, she never realized anyone had noticed. (Y/n) hadn't been herself for a while, she hated watching Inuyasha and Kagome fight only for him to seek her out for comfort and return to Kagome the moment she was willing to let him back in. With a sigh she chugged down her drink, her cheeks now red from alcohol rather than embarrassment. "Yeah... I just... I love him a lot but... I'm not even sure if I'm really his friend or someone he uses to soothe himself when he's hurt... " Her chest tightened as her eyes welled with tears, she could feel his golden orbs locked on her form.
"Is it Koga!? Just say the word and kill that mangey flea bag!" She was shocked by his words, her small hands wiping her tears away as she shook her head. "No but it's fine, it doesn't matter I'l-" Her sentence was cut short as Inuyasha pinned her down, hands on either side of her head. His claws dug into the dirt as he stared down at her in an intense gaze, anger on his features. "Don't you dare say that! It does matter! He's hurting you and I won't let that happen! I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, you hear me!?" His reddened face was inches from hers, the temptation was so overwhelming that before she knew it her lips were attached to his. He was quick to return the kiss, he was harsh and feverish. The kiss deepening as little fingers tangled in snow white hair, when the kiss broke, they were left breathless, and the half demon rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you (Y/n), for so long I tried to learn to love Kagome, but it always felt like I was with her cause I had to be... But then you came a long and I couldn't help but to love you from the start. That's why it matters, because you matter." The girl felt her heart swell as she kissed him once more, neither noticing the schoolgirl quietly walking away from the scene.
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La Belle Dame avec Merci -- Chapter 4: The Cosmos Intervenes
Eddie Munson x Unpopular!AFAB!fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ readers only please - minor children DNI! – No Upsidedown; reader is technically a virgin; mutual pining; Eddie has trust issues; emotional hurt/comfort; female masturbation; male masturbation; emotional manipulation; reader is kinda shitty to Eddie; reader gets better; angst; more angst; Eddie’s mom is dead; small act of accidental physical violence; Uncle Wayne is the best;
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Sadie Hawkins dance was tomorrow. All your friends had either asked other boys or were going as a group. And of course you were included in the group. Hell, you were expected in the group. Sighing, you stared at your reflection in your bedroom mirror. You hated how you left things with Eddie.
A day and a half had come and gone and he hadn’t really spoken to you. But then, you didn’t know what to say to him. When he left biology, he left school. And he hadn’t come back. After your French class, you overheard Jeff telling Gareth that he took today off too. Gareth wasn’t happy with the news. “Fuck! He said we’d go to Cosmo’s tonight for the listening party. It was supposed to be this big deal.”
Jeff shrugged, “He might still come. It’s not school and the Ice Queen won’t be there.”
Well that was a punch in the gut. Eddie clearly wanted to avoid you. You weren’t sure who Cosmo was, but you felt guilty that that last kiss caused Eddie to freak out and, as a consequence, may have ruined the boys’ plans. Maybe this Cosmo could be a good go-between to bring Eddie and you back together? Not to continue your ruse, but just to make sure he didn’t hate you forever. You couldn’t live with that.
You sidled up to the boys in the hall. “Uh. Hey,” you started and they turned to look at you, the interloper. “Who’s Cosmo?”
“What? One more thing you’ve got to know to weasel your way into Ed’s life?” asked Gareth, clearly defensive. “You’ve fucked him up enough, don’t you think?”
“I told him women are trouble,” said Jeff.
“Shit, he’s the one who told us that women were trouble,” said Gareth with a huff and a smirk. To you, he said, “Why don’t you leave him alone? Huh? He never asked for you to be hanging around. Besides, we all know you don’t really mean this shit. You’re just playing along to make all the jock dudes crazy and to make the girls not think you’re a virgin.”
You swallowed hard and tried not to blush. Eddie had obviously told Hellfire all about your plan. “So,” you said, “what you’re telling me is that it’s actually working?” You gave them a cheesy smile, hoping your charm would win you at least a snicker of laughter, but they gazed at you, dull-eyed and stone faced. “Or not.” You backed off. “Listen, he hasn’t spoken to me in almost two days. And I haven’t spoken to him.”
“Yeah,” said Jeff, “he took off because you kissed him in class. I saw you two. Everyone did. Thought your play acting was only reserved for the hallways.”
“Hey. Wait. He kissed me, if you must know. Up until then-“
“Yeah, up until you decided to push things. Next thing you know, you’ll have tricked him into taking you to fuckin’ Sadie Hawkins,” said Gareth, “You are really the fucking limit, you know. Using a guy just so the school won’t think you’re this virgin queen. I mean, are you really that fucking selfish that you’ve got to go around using people to make those party kids and jocks think you’re normal like them? Fucking pathetic loser.” He punctuated his rant with a slamming of his locker.
You went home that day feeling like the pathetic, needy loser Gareth said you were and having gotten no closer to making things up to Eddie than you did two days ago. Maria sat next to you as always. She lived three streets away from you just outside of the Loch Nora neighborhood and you had a car. It was a no-brainer that you two would carpool to school and back every day.
“Trouble in paradise?” asked Maria, knowing full well that you and Eddie had been on the outs for at least a day. If Maria had a middle name, it was “Gossip”. Nothing passed her notice for long. You rolled your eyes at her comment, but decided that she could have her uses after all.
“Who’s Cosmo?” you asked.
“Huh? Cosmo? No one at school is called Cosmo. Oh! Are you talking about the old hippie dude who owns the new record store on the other side of town? I think his name’s Cosmo. Truthfully, your boyfriend might know him better. But yeah, Mirage Records and Music is the name of the place. At Washington and Fair Streets? Where the Kenyon Department Store used to be? Big place. Myra Turnbull said she went there and it was like Sam Goody’s only humongous and a little grubby. I guess they kept the old wooden floors.”
You could have laughed out loud. It was the same place that you got the guitar strings for Eddie. And she was right: the place was massive. Two stories tall, old-fashioned listening booths along one wall. All kinds of music on all kinds of mediums: vinyl, cassette, CDs, and even a few ‘gently used’ 8-tracks. The second story sold musical instruments, sheet music, and musical supplies. Frankly, grubbiness aside, Cosmo’s place was a little too good for the likes of rural Hawkins, Indiana. And you met the man. He’s the one who sold you the damn strings!
Maria went on and on about Myra and you let her. You had tuned her completely out. You knew that after you dropped her off, you were headed straight to Cosmo’s to see if you could fix things between you and Eddie.
~080~
Eddie hadn’t wanted to go to school for the last day and a half and so he didn’t. Wayne was used to him playing hooky and as long as it wasn’t for more than three school days in a row, he was cool with it. So Eddie spent the days working on characters, digging up old figurines and cleaning them off, discovering loose die in his dresser drawers and gathering them all up in a glass mason jar he found in the kitchen, and other distracting things he could do that kept him busy, but didn’t represent actual work. He spent the days doing all of that but it was no use.
What he didn’t want to do was think about your eyes. Or that kiss. Or the feeling of you under his hands. That same feeling that now made his palm itchy to touch you again. He didn’t want to think about the sex. All the late night conversations. All the dreams he had for musical success that you would support while you both made a living doing ordinary shit. He didn’t want to think about your smile when he told you about the record contract. Your wedding. Your dress. Your happy tears. He didn’t want to dwell on the thought of the swell of your tummy as you prepared for your first child together.
“Forget her, goddamn it,” he muttered as he yanked open another dresser drawer and rifled the things around listening for the telltale sound of a plastic die rattling underneath his clothes. Nothing there. Missing, just like you.
He slammed it shut with a grunt and sat heavily on his bed. He almost crushed some school papers with his ass. Irritated, he pulled them from beneath him, tearing the edge of one of the pages. It was the one with Keats’ poem on it that Hutch had given him. He read it again.
La Belle Dame sans Merci
by John Keats
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried — ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapéd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
He had had Hutch tell him what ‘la belle dame sans merci’ meant in English and he had to admit, Hutch had been right. You truly were a beautiful woman without thanks or mercy. That knight was just as hooked as his fictional one had been. As hooked as he was.
“Stupid ass,” he said, stalking to his dresser where Sweetheart hung waiting for his fingers. He tossed the paper on the dresser and looked in the mirror. “Why couldn’t you see what she was?” He had been talking about the knight in the poem, but clearly he was staring at himself as well. And as if to answer, his reflection looked at him helplessly.
Then he got angry. All the hurt he had suffered from all the girls who had ever kissed him and laughed later about it with their friends, all the shoulder shoves he had gotten for being the weird kid, all the fun made over the drawings that accidentally fell from his folder when he was shoved into the lockers, all the pointing and giggles, all the unkindness thrown his way, all the snotty rich kids who saw him as a necessary evil to get weed for their ski party weekend at their parent’s mountain home during winter break or the beach trip they had planned for summer, smiling disgustedly at him when they opened all their folding money and only peeled off a few bills to throw at him when he handed over the baggie. The hateful names, the dirty looks, the punches, the insults, the humiliations…each and every one of those moments billowed up from his past and washed through him causing hot tears to sting his eyes as he thought about how you had fucked him over like all the rest until it resulted in that final exposing humiliation. You used him and then suckered him into a real kiss with real feelings involved in it. You were evil. Pure fucking evil.
He had been an idiot. He should have trusted his instincts about you. And now all he could think about was you. All he wanted was more of you. He saw his reflection and saw his mouth form a hard line. Just like his dad’s had always done. Suddenly, his father was there towering over him as he cowered before him, his mother standing his way, blocking his father from taking out his anger on her little boy. He heard him hit her, heard her fall; he had shut his eyes against it moments before. He heard him shout. He heard her cry then beg. Then he’d hit her again calling her pathetic.
He blinked away the tears, rubbing at his eyes with a rough hand. That was it; he had to stay away from you. The anger he felt was too much. And he refused to become his father. No way was he going to be around you anymore. Not if you made him like that. The last thing he wanted was to become a monster. Not ever. Not ever.
The phone in the kitchen was ringing. There’s only two callers that could be: Wayne or Hellfire. He would be happy with either at the moment. He cleared his throat and tamped down his frustrated tears. Breathing deeply, he picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
“You still coming to Cosmo’s or are you still dealing with your fucking menstrual cramps?”
Gareth.
“Fuck you. I don’t duck an appointment with the Cosmos,” he said, using his nickname for Cosmo the hippie. “I said I’d be there and I’m going to be there. Is your mommy able to take you, or do I need to pick up your sorry ass?”
“I got a ride. The rest of the fellas too,” said Gareth. By the slightly subdued tone of his voice Eddie could tell that Gareth’s mom was indeed going to drop her precious little boy off.
“Cool,” said Eddie, “One less thing for me to worry about. See you there at seven.”
“See ya,” said Gareth, “And oh yeah. One more thing: your girlfriend’s been sniffing around. Asking about you.”
His heart skipped. Fuck. He cleared his throat in an effort to gain control. “Has she?” he asked finally. It almost sounded convincingly nonchalant.
“Don’t wet your panties. Jeff and I told her off. She’s not going to bother you again.”
Eddie’s eyebrows raised. “Is that right?”
“Yeah,” said Gareth. In the background he heard Jeff say something.
“What was that?”
“Jeff says she turned tail. She knows we know what’s been going on between you two and how fake it all is. She’s fucking pathetic. And thanks to us, she’s off your back. You can thank us when we see you tonight. Later, man.”
There was a click and a dial tone in Eddie’s ear. He hung up the receiver and stared at the phone. “Well. Thank God that’s over.”
It was three hours until he had to head out. He supposed he could pick up a few pizzas and some pop and bring it to Cosmo’s along with his weed. The dude was turning out to be his best customer. He would have to make sure he had plenty to bring. Guy went through weed like Eddie went through underwear. And he had to remember the character sheets. He wondered if Gareth would think to pack that last D&D playbook that he had loaned him. He wondered what pizza toppings everyone would like. He wondered if there was extra if he could bring it home to Wayne. Wayne would like that. He wondered what pizza toppings you liked. He wondered where you were and what you were doing and what you must have thought about the boy who kissed you and ran away.
All these thoughts passed through his head in the few scant seconds he stood stock still staring at the phone, willing it to ring again. He wanted it to be Gareth telling him that he was full of shit, that he never spoke to you or told you off, that it was all a joke and haha what an idiot he was! But it didn’t ring. It didn’t ring with you on the other line either. You and your warm voice cooing some dumb nickname at him. You with your mouth so perfect and smeared with that watermelon Chapstick. Your voice asking him where he’s been and why he kissed you and then ran away.
No. No. He needed to never see you again. He couldn’t trust himself. His temper was too much and you were too aggravating. You couldn’t be trusted. No. He would put you away like his dice, safe in a jar somewhere, far from the harm he could cause and far away so you wouldn’t cause him harm either.
Yeah. That was a good plan.
~080~
You wished you had had Eddie’s number. It would have made things so much easier. Or knowing where he lived? You knew it was the trailer park, but you weren’t about to go knocking on doors if you didn’t see his van. That would be weird. Plus, just showing up on his doorstep was borderline creepy, so it was this or nothing.
As you pulled into a free parking space across the street from the main entrance to Mirage Records and Music, you blew out a long breath and stared at the store. It was almost five and the place closed soon. Just like small town Hawkins to have their businesses shut down when the sun hit the horizon.
It took only a moment to cross the street and open the door. A wave of patchouli and sandalwood passed over you, but it suited the place. You saw it with different eyes now. The first time you came in, you wended your way through the rows and rows of vinyl and CDs moving to the lady behind a counter where a glass case held vintage vinyl and rare albums for sale. She had pointed you up the stairs to the second floor. A red neon sign shaped like an arrow with script writing that said “this way” was mounted on the wall as you had ascended and passed into what you had to imagine was every musician’s wet dream.
At the top of the stairs, behind you and to the left, two full drum kits were set up on either side of a defunct freight elevator with caution tape across it and a sign that said: OUT OF ORDER. Surrounding them were all kinds of drums on display as well. Cymbals of various shapes and sizes hung on the walls behind them like gold records. Your eyes moved along from left to right. Keyboards were on display along with an upright piano and a baby grand along the next wall. And on the third and fourth walls? Guitars. Guitars of every description. Rows and rows of them.
The first time, you were too focused on your shopping objective. This time, you marveled at the collection. There were amps set up beside soft-looking chairs scattered about the space, encouraging people to touch and play and try out the instrument once the treasured item was retrieved from the wall by the large bearded gent who was reading a magazine in one cushioned corner near the sheet music.
“Can I help you?” he said, rising from his seat. “Oh! It’s you! Back again?” He was a jolly sort, with wild grey hair matching his unkempt grey beard, a barrel-chested, big-bellied hippie in a distracting yellow Hawaiian shirt, blue jeans, and Birkenstock sandals.
“Hello again, sir,” you said and stopped, stuck. What exactly were you going to ask him? Hey, do you know this kid I go to school with? Can you get him to like me again? Or at least talk to me?
“Are you here for more guitar equipment? We got in some pick-ups just yesterday-“
“No,” you said, wringing your hands, “I have a friend - the same friend I was shopping for before - he and his friends from school are all supposed to come here today to meet with you?”
“Oh! The Corroded Coffin boys! Sure! Are you a fan of theirs?” he asked, peering at you from over his purple-tinted John Lennon glasses. “Or- uh-“ he winked, “are you a groupie?”
The blush that came over you must have turned you crimson because the man just chuckled. “Sorry,” he said, “I had to. It was too good to resist.”
You laughed nervously and cleared your throat. “No. I- uh… Well Eddie and I had a sort of weird thing happen between us a couple of days or so ago and he’s been avoiding school since then and I just want to apologize to him and-“
“Say no more,” he said, holding out his palms toward you in a surrendering gesture. “An affair of the heart is always difficult to navigate.”
“Well, it’s not really that-“
“Nonsense. You like him enough to come here knowing that he’s supposed to be here so you can talk to him and patch things up?” You nodded. He shrugged and smiled “Then it’s an affair of the heart. Don’t you see?”
“Cosmo!” called the lady from downstairs. She was shouting up the stairwell.
Cosmo fairly skipped over to the edge of the railing to shout back down. “Brenda, my love?” He spoke to her like he was Romeo and she was Juliet. Only he was the one on the balcony.
“Gonna lock up,” she said, sounding grouchy, “You still expecting those kids?”
“Yes, my angel.”
“Fine. I’ll leave out the sign to tell them to press the bell.”
“You are an absolute treasure, dearest one.”
“Oh, blow it out your ear. See you tomorrow.”
You had to know. The woman didn’t sound mad at him for calling her those things, she just sounded bored with him. “Is that your wife?”
Cosmo’s laugh was deep and rich. A hippie Santa Claus. “No,” he said, “Brenda just works here. Tolerates me. Sells my wares. And then fucks off home to her lover Cara. Don’t tell the morality police in this town. She and Cara would be run out on a rail.”
He turned from the stairwell and looked you up and down. “You’re a top-40 kid, aren’t you?”
“What?”
“Well, we’ll soon fix that,” he said. “Come with me.” He moved down the stairs with a swiftness that belied his appearance. He wasn’t tall, just under six foot you judged, but nimble as a dancer, despite his belly and gray hair.
He led you downstairs past the listening booths and to the jazz section. “Are you familiar with any of the classics here?”
“My gramps listens to jazz, big band, and swing,” you offered.
“Excellent!” he said. “You come from good stock then. What about grandmama?”
“Mostly folk music,” you shrugged, idly flipping through some vinyl. “But I know these: Ella Fitzgerald, Chet Baker, and Louis Armstrong.”
“And what of the blues?” he asked, waving a hand toward the section in question.
“Mom listens to a little Janis. But I know about the Blues Brothers. Do they count?”
He laughed again, long and loud. “You have a good sense of humor. But yeah, that’s a good start: BB King, Cab Calloway, Aretha, Ray Charles, John Lee Hooker… all of them on the soundtrack and most in the film. And Janis,” here he sighed deeply, “my first rock and roll crush. Died tragically. Senselessly. S’why I only stick to weed. But in case your parents ask: I didn’t tell you that. Like Nancy Reagan says: just say no to drugs.” He winked at you. “But oh it does an old man good to see a youngster appreciate the masters,” he sighed. “What about rock and roll?”
“Billy Joel’s okay,” you said.
Cosmo groaned so loudly, you thought he was having a heart attack. “We were doing so well…” He recovered himself and with a crooked finger he led you to the rock section of the store. “Never mind, there’s always room for education and improvement. Here!” He held up an album with a picture inside of another picture. The smaller inner picture was framed and hung upon a wall with peeling and faded wallpaper. It contained an image of a bearded man slightly bent over on a cane and carrying a pile of sticks on their back in a bundle. There was nothing on the album cover to indicate the band’s name. You shook your head.
“Led Zeppelin?” Cosmo said hopefully.
“I’ve heard of them. Heard them on the radio sometimes, I think? But I’ve never sat down and listened-“
“Perfect!” he said. “This will be part of your musical education this evening.” He rooted around in his collection once more and selected three more albums.
“This evening?” you asked. “I really should be going home after I talk to Eddie. My parents-“
“You can use the store phone to call them now if you want. Tell them you’re here. Tell them you’re safe and with friends. It’s all true- well… almost. Which reminds me,” here he stuck out his hand. You took it dumbly. “Name’s Cosmo Blankenship. Proprietor and owner of The Mirage and purveyor of fine musical wares. And you?” You smiled and gave him your name. “HA! And now it’s true. We are officially friends, well met.” You resisted the urge to curtsey. Barely. He was charming in a very old-fashioned way. It was adorable.
As he went back up the stairs, he told you some of the intimacies of Led Zeppelin’s Fourth Album he had gleaned over the years since its release. “Mind you, I’m not the biggest Led Zep fan. But they are unignorable for their contribution to music as a whole.” He set the record down on a table in one corner where you could see behind him a stereo system setup including a turntable. He carefully unwrapped the album from its resealable plastic covering, slid the record and sleeve out from the cover, slipped off the cover, gave the record a caress with a soft cloth, and then placed it on the turntable. With the tenderness of a lover, he began the machine and lowered the needle onto the disc.
The strains of “Black Dog” came strong out of the speakers. Your eyes lit up. Cosmo beamed at you. “Sit! Sit! Take it in properly!”
You picked a small couch big enough for two and let the music wash over you. Cosmo sat next to you, a surprisingly comforting presence beside you.
I don’t know, but I’ve been told
A big-legged woman ain’t got no soul
The undeniable blues roots of the song just pulled you along. This was music that spoke to you. This had also never happened to you before. It picked you up and passed through you, practically touched your soul. You were breathless. Soon you were nodding your head to the rhythm.
The second song also came at you hard, drums pounding out a rhythm you felt to your bones.
It’s been a long time since the Book of Love
I can’t count the tears of a life with no love
You don’t know when the smile spread across your face, but it was there just the same. “This whole album is magic,” whispered Cosmo, not wishing to disturb your experience as the second song ended and the third began. “They really got a hold of something in that studio. Steeped in Tolkien too.”
“Tolkien?”
“You know? Guy that wrote Lord of the Rings?”
“Oh sure! He wrote The Hobbit as well. Right?”
Cosmo smiled at you. “Just the man!”
“I read The Hobbit and tried to get through Lord of the Rings, but barely made it past the first book. Really complicated and everyone had like, four different names.” Cosmo nodded sympathetically and patted your knee gently.
As the next song played, he said: “You know, Eddie’s favorite book is the Lord of the Rings. And he loved this song when he first heard it. This and “Stairway” are his favorites off this album.”
You could see why. It wove a tale of knights and battles, castles and honor. The disjointed instruments backing vocals that almost wailed in pain. It was a moving piece.
The drums will shake the castle wall
The ringwraiths ride in black
Ride on
When the verse of Stairway to Heaven began, a firebell rang, sharp, loud and jarring. You looked at Cosmo, alarmed. “No worries,” he said, “that’s just the doorbell. The Corroded Coffin boys are here.” He glanced at the clock above the stereo. “Here early too. Huh.” He moved to the stairwell and descended. “Keep listening! I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared down the stairs.
There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know, sometimes words have two meanings
Your gut twisted. If it was anyone other than Eddie, a fight might break out and you might cry. If it was Eddie, a fight might break out and you might cry. And if it was everyone - Eddie and all his friends - a fight would break out and you would definitely cry.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
And there’s still time to change the road you’re on
Voices were at the stairwell. You heard Cosmo’s tone above another male voice, but both were too soft to distinguish past the music. It only sounded like one other person though. You held your breath. You wanted to run but all you could do was sit as still as possible and await whatever fate was climbing the stairs.
“Started a bit early, I’m afraid,” Cosmo was saying. The heavy foot treads were distinct: only two people. Your chest was tight; it was hard to breathe. There was a scent in the air mixing with the patchouli incense. Garlic? Whatever it was, you were getting sick. Or maybe it was just your nerves? The music’s rhythm picked up and the guitar solo came in, a perfect soundtrack to your rising panic.
“You brought the food,” said Cosmo, “and I bring the song… and a pretty lady to gaze upon.” Cosmo came by your chair carrying a brown paper bag in his arms. He was followed by Eddie Munson who carried three large pizza boxes in his outstretched hands. His body moved forward, but his head was turned toward you, eyes growing wider as the realization hit him. The music echoed his shift as it moved into a rock groove.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at-
The needle was pulled off the record.
Eddie had set the boxes down and cut the music off. He stared at you; he was eerily still. Tension filled the air. Even Cosmo was silenced. Eddie’s voice was barely a whisper when he said: “Cosmos? A word?”
Cosmo followed him into a curtained-off back room and you could hear harsh whispering. That had to be Eddie. There was a lower voice in response: Cosmo. Finally, crisply, clearly, commandingly, you heard Cosmo say: “Edward!”
Eddie burst through the curtain. “I want you out of here. You were supposed to be gone. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Because… it’s not —,” you began. But you couldn’t seem to form a cohesive thought. There were too many moving parts to this. “When you kissed me, I thought — But then you took off so suddenly and I — I couldn’t apologize — But then Gareth and Jeff they — And I know I’m pathetic! This whole thing’s pathetic! And I should never have done it — but I did — and you were so understanding about it at first — willing to play along — and you used gum and didn’t smoke. I noticed! And I was completely flattered but then — I don’t know. You don’t like me, I know that. You don’t want me around, okay, but — I don’t know. Just — just don’t hate me, okay?”
It was a small miracle that you hadn’t broken down in a full-on cry. Cosmo was instantly at your side with a protective hand on your shoulder. “As I said, Edward, the lady wanted to apologize. If you are any kind of a gentleman, you will talk to her.” Eddie opened his mouth to object and Cosmo held up a hand to stop him. “So be it. You give me no choice. It’s the shaft for both of you.” To you he said, soothingly, “Come, my dear. It’s for the best.”
He took each of you by a respective elbow and led you over to the defunct freight elevator in the drums section. He took the warning tape off one side and it and the sign attached fell to the floor. He pressed the call button and the elevator doors opened with a soft hum. “In you go,” he said to you. Dumbly, you obeyed.
“Is it safe?” you asked, remembering at the last minute that you were up one story.
“Oh yes. It’s just stuck. No power to the elevator itself, just the doors, and the brakes have it frozen in place. Going to cost me a fortune to fix, so until then…” Cosmo shrugged. He gestured for Eddie to enter.
Eddie was more recalcitrant. His arms were crossed as soon as Cosmo had released his elbow and he stood stock still. “I’m not doing time in the shaft with her. I don’t care what she has to say.”
Cosmo evaluated him soberly over the rim of his glasses. “That’s your fear talking.” Eddie huffed dismissively. “Edward. You will enter this freight elevator if I have to beat you senseless with that crash symbol. Now go.” He pointed inward and Eddie looked from him to you.
He shook his head, his mane of hair waggling along with the motion. “Nope. Not doing it. I have nothing to say to her.”
“Then just listen,” said Cosmo. “For God’s sake, man! Take it from a dude who has loved and lost four times! Get the fuck in the shaft and let the lady apologize.”
“That’s just it: this has nothing to do with love. She doesn’t love me. And I may not know much about love, but this isn’t about love. This is about using people. And Jesus Christ, do I know what that looks like! And she’s used me for a stupid and selfish reason and I’m done! She needs to leave me the hell alone. Starting now.”
Eddie didn’t know where the words were coming from, but they felt right. Like a perfectly balanced sword in his hand made just for him. It felt good to say what was hurting his heart so much. But a small part of him hated the sound of the words, the forming and voicing of them was simple, natural, and free. The hearing of them, the tone they took, and the effect on your face was another matter altogether. You were clearly hurt.
You watched all of this from the farthest corner of the elevator like it was a tennis match: Eddie objecting, Cosmo deflecting and returning the serve. If you weren’t directly involved, you might have found it entertaining. But you were involved. Matter of fact, you were at the crux of the conversation and it made you heartsick. “Please, Eddie,” you begged quietly. “I only want to say sorry.” The metal walls made your voice echo, magnifying your pitiful state.
Something in Eddie’s eyes shifted, softened. But only for a moment. “So say it then. And get out. I’ve got to spend time with my real friends.”
“Edward.”
“Call me Edward one more goddamned time, old man!” he snapped at Cosmo.
You didn’t know why you did it. Call it women's intuition. Call it a primal sense of survival. But you knew that if Cosmo pushed again, Eddie would run. You had to act. You came forward and took Eddie’s hand, holding to it firmly with both of yours when he instinctively jerked. “Please, Eddie. It won’t take long. I only want to understand how I’ve hurt you so I can make things better between us. Please let me.”
Your touch surprised him at first, but when he saw your eyes, he didn’t pull away. He fairly whined at the feeling of you. The warmth of you. Your pleading eyes. The wall he had spent almost two days building around his heart crumbled down and, even though he wasn’t focused on your words, he felt his anger fade.
He hated that you had this power over him.
He loved that you had this power over him.
He let you lead him docile as a lamb into the confines of the freight elevator. Cosmo hit the button. Before the doors closed, he said, “I’m starting the album again. You have until the end of Stairway to Heaven to get this done. Fix this. Good luck, children.” The last sentence was spoken with such reverent kindness, it made you want to cry. The last image Cosmo got was of you holding Eddie’s hand in both of yours in the center of the metal-walled space, both of you the picture of unsure, terrified, tentative trust.
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Freefall Masterlist
Grid, Meet Lynn. Charles, Meet Diana.
f1 shhh, don't tell their trainers, but parts of the grid went on an adventure today to a local bakery, and from what we've heard, it was amazing!
user16 don't gatekeep, tell us what bakery!
user002 it looks like the one that is in my town! it's owned by a really kind woman named diana, her daughter is dating charles_leclerc !! it's called dianamaes_bakery
"Charles, why are we outside a bakery?" Max is the one to question, glancing around the quaint english street that's buzzing with people. "I'd have expected Lando or Lewis to take us site seeing, but you?"
"I have someone who I'd like you to meet," Is all Charles uses as an explanation, Lando and Logan smirking from off to the side, the friendship that had gone primarily unknown surprising some of the group around them, other than Charles and Carlos.
The bell rings from the front of the shop, but I can't even take the moment to glance up with Mrs.Kline talking my ear off about how exciting she finds the car races that have come to town. It's when I finally get her order boxed up and in her hands that I glance up, a bright smile taking over my face upon seeing what is almost the entire Formula One grid, Charles approaching the register as Mrs.Kline leaves.
"Mon amor," He smiles, taking my hands and pulling me around the counter.
Oh, he's really putting on a show.
"Hey Charlie," I smile right back, getting on my toes to peck him on the lips, letting him pull me into his arms.
"Charles, do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" George Russell questions, prompting Charles and I to pull away, his arm staying around my waist.
His eyes meet mine, silently asking if I'm prepared for what he's about to do, but after kissing in front of all of them, we can't just leave it at that, so I nod.
"Boys, this is Lynnleigh Earnhardt, my girlfriend for the last two months," He introduces, the boys eyes getting wide. "Lynn, these are the men from the grid I am closest to. Pierre Gasly, George Russell, Alex Albon, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, and then you know Lando and Logan."
"Finally, took long enough for L3 to be reunited," Logan states, coming up and hugging me tightly, Lan doing the same. "We blame you mate."
"Yes, blame the student, not the F1 drivers that travel the world. If you were both in London more often..."
"Yeah yeah that's enough out of you, where's my favorite Hamlin woman?" Lando questions, looking around dramatically before making his way behind the counter to the kitchen.
"I'm going to assume you three knew each other prior to Lando being Lando?" Alex asks, picking up on the dynamic in front of him.
"Lando and I met during my summers here as a child, and Logan and I met at a race in the states that his parents brought him to when he was considering driving for a living," I explain, the fellow American at my side nodding along.
"Her dad is Dale Earnhardt, a NASCAR driver. Took an hour out of his day to chat with me about the different options for driving professionally and carting differences," Lo adds, messing with my hair.
"AND LOOK WHO I FOUND," Lando's loud voice yells, coming out of the back with his arm wrapped around my mom's shoulder as she blushes wildly.
"I'm sorry about him Diane, you know how he is," Lo apologizes, going up and hugging her.
"Is this your mother?" Charles whispers in my ear, his body having tensed. "She looks like you."
A compliment of the highest nature, I take his hand in mine, pulling him towards Mum and the boys.
"Mum, this is Charles, my boyfriend, and his friends Pierre, Carlos, Max, Alex, and George. "Charles and boys, this is my mum Diana Mae Hamlin."
"Oh I've heard so much about you boys between L3's different rants over the years," Mum acknowledges after shared hellos, "Although my daughter is the one who can just never stop talking about you," She adds, looking at Charles and making me want to shrink inside myself and away from his eyes that I can feel.
"Mum," I can't help the groan that I release, no matter how much it makes me sound like a child. "Would you stop?"
"Fine, fine," She relents, holding her hands in surrender. "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you much more my love. Would you boys like a treat?"
"Oh, ma'am, we have have strict diets as professional -"
"Drivers, yes, yes, I know, I had a child with one, I know the diets you boys go on," Mum reminds, making me shake my head once more. I don't know why meeting everyone here felt like a good idea. "But you can certainly take a treat for after your race tomorrow," is her insistence, and it's only a moment later that all the men are nodding slowly, agreeing freely that yes, I suppose that won't be a problem.
"You're a lot like your mother, stubborn," Charles whispers in my ear, arms wrapped around my waist as we watch his coworkers actively defy their trainers.
"Hey now-"
"Beautiful, kind," He adds, chuckling. "You had to let me finish before you freaked out, mon amour."
I smile now, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "She is, isn't she?"
But he just shakes his head, and all of this makes me feel like I'm living in a dream.
"And the point of my words were, so are you."
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Ronnie Radke x f!reader
my mom, his mom, my sister.....'. "sigh"
I scribble down a list of people to make invitations for. My boyfriend, Ronnie, proposed to me last week and we are rushing to get married before he leaves on tour.
My mind shifts to how our relationship started.
(Two years ago)
I'm sitting on a couch in this crowded club, with a fake smile painted on my face. It's my birthday, I should be happy right? Nope, not when my best friend since forever, Katie, is almost an hour late.
"Hey, Y/N" I turn around, hoping to see Katie, instead I only see her boyfriend, Ronnie. He sits down next to me.
"Katie's not with you" I ask hopefully
" uh, no, she should've been here already. " " speaking of...." He trails off and hands over a gift bag" this is from both of us".
" oh, thanks " I reply, trying to cheer myself up. He smiles lightly, then excuses himself to get a drink.
Ten minutes later, Ronnie returns with two drinks in his hand, passing one over to me." Still on Katie, huh?" I shake my head and down my drink." Maybe she forgot" " no, I'm sure she's just stuck in traffic " he replied." Well why don't you open your gift, I'm sure she won't mind" he says, picking up the bag and dangling it on his finger in front of my face. I smile and take the bag, when I look inside, I couldn't believe my eyes. In the bag, was a state of the art camera, the same one I was looking at just a few days ago.
" that's the one you wanted, right?"
" uh, yeah, but how did yo...." " Ryan saw you with one in the store, he told me that your eyes almost popped out of their sockets" he said while dramatically popping open his hands in front of his face. I couldn't help but bust out laughing at his antics, which only doubled when Jackie and Ryan joined us on the couch.
I fiddled with the camera for a few minutes, figuring out all its functions, then I began taking goofy pictures of my silly group of friends. I had to work the next day, so i decided to head home." One last picture! " Ryan screams, while snatching my camera from me. I roll my eyes and place a large and very real smile on my face. Just as the camera flashes, Ronnie jumps up beside me and plants a kiss on my cheek. He then blushes and disappeared. I was confused and sad so I went to look for him.
I found him outside,looking upset."Ronnie? What happened?" " nothing Y/N, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It's just, I seem to spend more time with you than I do my own girlfriend and.... And I..." He trailed off again, looking away as tears threatened to pour from his eyes. " And what?...Ronnie?" I say grabbing a s shoulder and turning him to look at me." Nothing, just forget it" " I can't, because I'm pretty sure I know what you want to say, at least I hope so, cause I feel the same" I say to him, feeling a huge releif in finally telling him how I feel.
Before I could say another word, his lips were on mine and my back was gently pushed against the wall. The kiss gets heated quickly and we end up in a full on make out session out side the club.
" WHAT THE FUCK" we freeze in place as we both recognize that voice.
Ronnie take a step toward her "Katie, I can explain"
" no Ronnie, don't." I pipe in, walking up to him and taking his hand." We don't have to explain anything to you, this is not the first time you have left me and him alone...you are late all the fucking time. What did you think would happen. I like Ronnie and he likes me and there is nothing you can do or say to change that" I rant out at her, letting out years of frustration toward her.
She crosses her arms and looks toward Ronnie, probably hoping he will deny everything I just said and pull her into his arms.
" don't look at me like that, we are through, she is your best friend and she is amazing, she doesn't deserve to be treated like shit by you or anybody." " whatever asshole" she says stomping away into the club.
Ronnie then looks to me" you are wrong about one thing, I don't like you.... " he notices my smile fade and he takes my face into his tattooed hands" I love you Y/N, always have and always will".
(Present day)
I am suddenly brought out of my memories by the door closing." Babe?" I hear Ronnie call out." Upstairs" I call back. I look down at the list of names in front of me. Ronnie comes in and follows my gaze." Why are you inviting her?" I smile and reply" I'm not"
I then grab an envelope and scribble her name on it. I then find a blank card and write a short message.before I seal the envelope, Ronnie takes it from me and smiles after reading:
'Katie, thanks for being fashionably late'.
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THE DAUGHTER WHOS SOUL YOU SOLD
trickster demon!Kai x reader
Genre(s): smut, fluff, angst, a teeny bit of crack
Warnings: mentions of hell, marriage, fire, consummation, lingerie, both Kai and reader and virgins, they’re kinda awkward but cute, dry humping, penetrative sex, creampie, Kai is rough
Words: 8.5k
You tried to stifle your laughter, covering your mouth with your sweater paws as you watched Kai stalk his way up to your professor. He stood directly in front of him, knowing that he was only able to be seen by you, waving his hands in his face.
You didn't want to be called out by your professor, but it was getting harder and harder to hold on your laugh, especially since the classroom was rather silent. You watched as Kai pushed one of the professor's pens off of the table, the pen rolling a few feet away from him. He stopped talking and went to pick up the pen. With his back turned, Kai threw some other stuff off his his desk.
Your professor furrowed his brows, looking at the fallen papers with obvious anger written on his face. You bit your lip, shutting your eyes tight to try not to laugh.
"Alright, give it up." Your professor said. "I don't know how you're playing this trick here, but someone speak up. Who is it?"
The students looked around at each other, confused.
"They just fell off the desk, that's all." A boy sitting a few rows in front of you said.
"I literally teach physics, there is no way objects just fly feet away at a stand still." He replied, shaking his head. All while he was interrogating the class, Kai was right behind him, his hand going up to the professor's hair. You wondered what he was doing until you saw the professor's hair like gradually go back. You widened your eyes as you noticed he was wearing a wig, and Kai was revealing a bald head to the class.
You subtly shook your head at him, telling him to quit it before the professor would become embarrassed.
"Never in my 20 years of teaching have I taught a rowdy and unhinged class like you lot." The professor said. "All I want to do is teach the wonders of physics, and you guys have played silly little pranks on me since the semester started."
You watched as Kai slowly but surely continued to drag his wig down, and you heard quiet snickers from the class.
"Uh, prof, your hair...?" Someone pointed out, interrupting your professor from his rant. At that moment, the wig completely fell off, plopping down to the floor. Your professor was quick to cover his head, and you were sure this was his breaking point.
"That's it, everybody, get out!" You yelled. "Class is over for today, no one e-mail me for the rest of the week."
Everyone hesitantly got out of their seats, mumbling and chuckling about what had happened.
"...not even our fault..." One said.
"At least we're out of class early." Another one said.
You gathered your things as you made your way out of the door, feeling a bit sorry for your professor.
Once you were out in the courtyard, Kai appeared right next to you, walking alongside you.
"That was funny, wasn't it?" He asked with a proud smile.
"A little bit, but you embarrassed the poor man." You said, looking up at your blonde friend.
"He'll be fine." He shrugged. "At least you got out of class early. We can eat ramen and watch the drama we started yesterday, right?"
"Uh, you mean I can eat ramen." You said, watching as a group of friends looked at you weirdly. You were used to this, though. The way people would look at you as you talked to yourself. It's just what you became known for. You didn't need friends anyway when you had Kai.
"You know what I mean, silly girl." Kai chuckled.
"Even if I wanted to, though, I can't." You said. "I have homework to do."
"You've been doing homework almost everyday of your life, let's take a break." He said, stretching his arms out as you approached your car.
"Hm. I'll think about it." You said, getting in the drivers seat. Kai was already in the passenger seat, ready to always go wherever you go and always be where you wanted him to be. Someone who wasn't imaginary couldn't do that.
"Okay, then I hope you think too hard so you'll get burnt out." He said with a sweet voice.
"This guy is weird..." You mumbled to yourself, starting your car and making your way to your house.
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"(Y/N), we're going out for the night, watch the house for us." Your mom said, slipping on her jacket.
"Where are you going?" You asked, a frown pulling at your face.
"Your dad rented a table at that restaurant I told you about." She said. "Y'know, the five star one?" You could tell she was excited as she checked her makeup in the mirror by the door.
"Ah..." You nodded. "Well, have fun." You said.
"You won't be completely alone, right?" She asked. "You have...Kai." Even through all of the years of you having an imaginary friend, she still seemed awkward to bring it up. Your dad still refuses to believe that your friend is just imaginary, and he insists that you go to a doctor, to your dismay. Your mom, on the other hand, was at least trying to come to terms with the fact that Kai was with you at all times.
"Yeah, you have Kai." Kai said to you, giving you a wink. You rolled your eyes turning your attention back to your mom.
"Ah, he's coming." She said, heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. "We'll be back in a few hours. Bye, sweetie."
Your dad gave you a wave goodbye as he followed her out of the door. You watched them get in the car and drive away, leaving the driveway with only one car. You turned your head in confusion once you heard Kai sigh.
"You wish that was you, huh?" He asked. "Going out on a date with your boyfriend. Oh wait, you don't have one. That sucks."
You sucked your teeth, walking around him on your way to your room. "Go away."
He appeared at the top of the stairs before you even got there. "I don't want to. And besides, you'd be scared to be home alone. How cute."
You ignored him, making your way to your room and plopping yourself down on your bed. "You know what? I think I am going to give myself a break from homework."
"Yes!" Kai cheered. "Get the ramen, let's watch My Name."
"I actually want to have a self care night." You said. "I've been feeling ugly lately."
"You're not even ugly though." He said, squinting his eyes to look at your face. "Okay, maybe just a little bit."
Your jaw dropped and you reached for a pillow to throw at him, but he quickly dodged it with a laugh.
"Die!" You said, getting up and going to the bathroom. You shut and locked the door behind you as a means to keep him out. Yet when you saw him in the reflection of the mirror, you remembered that locked doors didn't stop him. You groaned at him and he held his hands up in surrender.
"What, are you going to actually use the bathroom or something?" He asked. "I've seen you pee before, anyways!"
"Kai, don't say that, that's embarrassing!" You yelled at him.
"I've seen other things, too." He said, and you raised the brow. "My little mouse clicker." He giggled, furiously rubbing your tummy.
"Huh? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You asked in genuine confusion.
"Nothing." He said. "Go on with your self care. You go, girl!"
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Your parents had come back home hours ago, and it was almost the AM times, yet you still weren't asleep. You had stuffed yourself with multiple bowls of ramen and gave into watching the drama with Kai. Now you were alone and in your dark room, trying to sleep.
Since it was hard for you, you figured Kai could help out.
"Kai?" You called out quietly to the air.
"Yes?" He appeared right beside you on the bed, facing you so that you were face to face.
"If you're imaginary...how come I can touch you?" You asked him. He didn't answer for a few seconds.
"I don't know." He said. "You ask that question all the time."
"Yeah, but just in case you get an answer one day, you should tell me." You said. Kai chuckled, his hand coming over to rest on your cheek. "See...you can touch me, but your hands are so cold."
"And your cheeks are so warm." He said. You flicked his hand off of you, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had caught that. "What?" He chuckled.
"Nothing." You said, thinking of ways to change the topic. "I can't sleep."
"Mm." He hummed. "Would you like for me to sing you a song?"
"Yeah..." You said. And with that, he started to sing softly. It was a lullaby that you have never heard anywhere else. It was something that seemed to be his own creation, and he had sung it to you since you were a kid. He had an amazing voice, one that made you feel warm every time you sang. You were on the verge of falling asleep when the song stopped, but you wanted to ask a question. "Are you a ghost?"
"Go to sleep, (Y/N)."
"Okay."
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You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a completely different place than when you fell asleep.
The place you were in was dark, yet you stood in front of a red carpeted isle lined with lit torches. On each side of the isle, there were...things. Things that scared you. They all stared at you, skin red and scaly, hooves for feet, and horns adorning their heads.
We're these...demons?
Then you felt the sensation of your body moving on its own. That's when you noticed the black and red dress you had on, the style being victorian. You had a bouquet of dead roses in your hands, and a black veil covering your face. Your feet moved forward and your eyes were wide, trying to decipher what was going on. You looked forward to see a man in all black at the end of the aisle. Was this a wedding? It had to be some weird type of wedding. How did you come to a wedding? And were you the bride?
You wanted to stop moving and at least try to make sense of what was going on, but you had no control of your body. The only thing that seemed to be misplaced was your brain.
Soon enough, you met up with the man at the end of the isle. Once you got a good look at his face, you noticed that you knew him. He was Kai.
You looked at the person beside you, seeing that they were completely covered in all black, and you were unable to see their face. They then started to speak in a language that you've never heard of before. It didn't sound similar to any other language.
You looked back at Kai, noticing that he shared some of the same features as the audience. Horns on his head, deep black eyes, a sinister aura.
This had to be a dream. You were in some wicked wedding with your imaginary friend, surrounded by demonic beings. This was definitely a dream.
You suddenly opened your mouth, and you spoke in this unknown language. After a short sentence, your mouth shut once more. A few seconds later, Kai said that same sentence.
The whole time, you were just thinking...what the hell? Kai reached to raise your veil, folding it over your head to reveal your face. You noticed how he was getting closer and closer to you, and you suddenly felt as if your body was unlocked, and you dropped to the ground before he could get closer.
You gulped, and you were sure you looked like you were almost frightened to death. This was a weird dream, how could you not be? You got up from the ground, and just like you wanted to do, you ran off to wherever you could go.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" You heard Kai call after you, but you continued to run as fast as you can with the heels that adorned your feet.
"Wake up, (Y/N)." You said to yourself as you ran. "Wake up, (Y/N)! Wake up!"
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You woke up with a flinch, being greeted by the bright sunlight. You squinted your eyes, looking around to see that you were in your room. Kai was nowhere to be found, which was weird, seeing that he was usually the first thing you saw every morning.
"What a weird dream..." You muttered to yourself, getting up to start the day. You were feeling a bit more groggy than usual, your feet dragging across the floor.
When you were going to brush your teeth, your toothbrush somehow slipped out of your hand, dropping onto the floor.
"Ah- ew, oh my gosh." You groaned, picking it up and running it under the water. You didn't mean to be dramatic or anything, but you were sure the day was getting off to a bad start.
After brushing your teeth, you quickly got ready for your class, slipping on your glasses and grabbing your bag. On the way downstairs, you tripped a bit, but you said yourself with your grip on the railing. The one thing that couldn't be saved was your glasses, as they fell off your head and you accidentally stepped on them, cracking the lense.
"Dammit..." You muttered to yourself, checking out the damage. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to get them repaired if you wanted to use them. You guessed that squinting at the board during class wouldn't be too bad.
And...
You were late to class.
You stumbled into your class room, probably looking like you had just run a mile. You couldn't possibly miss the lecture for today, it was important. On your way to class, there was something wrong with your radio, and it kept switching stations randomly. When you weren't paying attention and trying to change it back, you had missed a green light.
And you ended up sitting at a red light for twenty minutes straight, causing you to be late for class. You didn't know what was up with your luck, lately, but today was horrible so far. You thought that maybe it was because Kai hadn't shown up, yet. Kai was with you everyday, and the day that he doesn't show up, everything goes wrong.
You struggled to take notes during class, your mind drifting over to Kai and your dream from last night. Kai was rarely in your dreams, but the one times he shows, it's you getting married to him. You felt a slight pinch of regret, wishing that you had let him kiss you in your dream. But at the same time, it felt so weird. He was imaginary. It's insanely weird to have a crush on your imaginary friend. Your parents already think you need help as it is.
You just wished that Kai was real. He'd be perfect for you. The perfect boy. It's sad how that's only possible in your imagination.
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After a long day of classes, you found yourself back home and in your room. Surprisingly, you were alone. You called out to Kai a few times, wondering why he hasn't immediately shown up like he usually did.
"Maybe...maybe I am too stressed." You spoke to yourself. He was apart of your imagination, right? So, it would make sense that you couldn't bring him up when you were too stressed.
You heard a knock on your door and your mom peeked in.
"Hun, your dad isn't going to be back for a while." She said. "He's getting good business for the week, so he'll be super busy. If this works out for him, we'll have a celebration this weekend." She did a pumping motion with her hand while she smiled big. "Ah, also, could you go grocery shopping for me, tomorrow? I don't have time to do it, but I have a list."
"Sure." You answered, knowing that you were rather busy tomorrow, but you didn't want to make her angry.
"Great, thanks." She said. "I'll leave the list on your dresser." She placed a sheet of paper on your dresser, then she left the room.
You sighed, remembering how badly you wanted to move out. Grocery shopping for the family every now and again wasn't bad, but sometimes, your parents treated you as if you were a sort of maid. They went out and had fun without you a lot, they found slick ways to talk down on Kai and how you were too old to have an imaginary friend, and much more. They say they're not ones for drama, but it seems to just be something they enjoy.
The only way you could even cope with it was by talking to Kai. He's been their your whole life, and even though he was quite bothersome sometimes, he was your bestest friend in the world.
"Kai?" You called out, waiting a few seconds even though you were sure than he wasn't going to show up. You were a little down about it, but you decided some relaxation was going to fix that. So, for the rest of the night, you watched "My Name", hoping that Kai would show up right in the middle of it.
But he didn't.
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A week later, you found yourself walking into your home to the smell of dinner. It was a rare occurance, but you assumed that your dad's business for the week had gone well. You made your way to the kitchen where your parents were playing music and chatting happily while cooking.
"Oh, hey, (Y/N)." You mom said once she saw you. "It's about time you came home."
"Today, we're celebrating 20 years of excellence!" Your dad said, holding up a glass of wine. "And yet another successful week at Kim Tech."
"Cheers to that!" Your mom added on.
"That's great." You smiled. "What are you guys cooking?"
"We're cooking some steak, as our main course, with some mashed potatoes, corn, and a strawberry cake for dessert." Your mom said. "And your dad is inviting some of his coworkers in a bit."
"Ah..." You nodded, leaning on the counter as you watched them cook. You felt a little sour. They celebrated a good week for them, yet you only had stress from one of the worst weeks you've ever had in a while. Accident after accident kept happening, and it was like your luck just wasn't caring about you. You had broken down multiple times this week, and yet you had no choice but to celebrate. Of course you were grateful, though, the whole reason you were able to go to college is because of the money that Kim Tech brought in. It was a blessing. It would've just been more of a blessing if Kai was there.
While your parents were distracted by telling stories of when the company started, you noticed that the grease in the pan was smoking a bit. You weren't sure, but you thought it may have been too hot. You were about to tell them, but you noticed the glass of wine right next to the stove and how it was slowly but surely moving. You squinted your eyes to make sure you weren't seeing things, but you weren't crazy. The glass was moving closer and closer to the hot grease and before you could react, it tilted over the pan, breaking as the wine fell into the grease. The pan suddenly bursted into flames, pieces of glass dropping onto the floor.
Your parents yelled out in surprise, trying to back up from the flames, but your dad was a bit too late, his sleeve catching on fire. In a panic, he accidentally stepped on a sharp piece of glass, and he yelped in pain.
"O-Oh my gosh, (Y/N) call the fire department!" You mom yelled at you as she tried to help your dad. Your mouth was agape and panic set into your veins as you tried to get it together. You ran to your bag, fetching out your phone as you quickly dialed the fire department, the reflection of your dad engulfed in flames in your frightened eyes.
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"...first degree burns on most parts of the exposed body, yet there are some second and third degree burns..."
"...needs to go in for immediate medical care..."
"Will he be alright?"
"He'll be fine..."
"He's just in a lot of pain right now..."
The red lights blinked on and off, shining on your house, the black soot even showing outside of the windows. What was just a grease fire turned into something worse, half of your downstairs home burnt into ashes. You looked at the house, tears filling your eyes. You wouldn't say you were necessarily sad, but you got the feeling that it was your fault. Maybe you've been passing around your bad luck, or maybe it's just been following you wherever you went. This time, your house and your poor father were the victims of it.
After making sure your father was alright, he was driven to the hospital to be taken care of. You guys had to live in one of the vacation homes not far from where you lived until the renovation was complete. Much to your dismay, this house was further away from your school, and you knew it would be costly to go back and forth. You could just not go to class for a bit, given the circumstances, but you knew that it would hurt your grade, and you were not willing to let that happen.
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Pulling up to the vacation home, which was nestled right by the beach, you felt that living here for the time being was wrong. It was a vacation home for goodness sakes, a home where you could go to relax and have fun. Nothing was going to be fun here while your dad was in the hospital. You couldn't even bring all of your essentials due to you not being allowed to go back into your house.
Your mother insisted that you go get settled into the vacation home while she decided to stay overnight at the hospital with your father. You didn't even have a chance to visit.
You sighed, getting out of your car and unlocking the front door to the house. It was dark, as it was still night time, so you turned the light on, looking around.
Your family hadn't used the vacation home in years, everything being left in the same place as it was the last time you came here. It wasn't a huge home, as there were two small rooms attached to one big room which had the kitchen, the living area, and the dining area. There was a balcony that was in view of the large beach behind the house which reflected the moonlight beautifully. You forgot how beautiful it was here. You just wished that you weren't alone.
You made your way to the room that you always occupied. There was a queen sized bed and a dresser, as well as two large windows that faces the beach. You guessed that maybe you did need to be here, so you could finally relax. But right now, your body only craved one thing. And that was to cry.
Now that you were all alone, you really had no other choice but to finally let it all out. You sat on the bedC your back to the head board as you sobbed, your head falling forward on your bent knees. You couldn't believe this week could get any worse, and it felt so relieving to be able to just cry. You weren't sure if crying would help, but in this moment, it just made you feel good.
With your eyes shut tight and tears streaming down your face, you didn't notice the presence of a certain someone until you felt a gentle touch on your back.
You slowly lifted your head, making eye contact with Kai as he tried to comfort you.
"Kai..." You mumbled. "Where have you been?"
"U-uh, imaginary friend world." He smiled.
"Not funny."
"Sorry..." He looked down. "Are...you okay?"
"No." You shook your head. "This whole week has been a disaster. It just had to end with my dad being in the hospital."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds, then he spoke. "I-I'm sorry..."
"What do you have to be sorry for?" You sniffled. "It's just my bad luck. I guess it passed it onto my parents."
"No, that's not it." He said quietly.
"Then what is it?" You looked at him. "Why is it that the minute you're gone, everything goes awry? I must've just been too stressed and then...I don't know."
"Don't blame yourself for this, (Y/N)..."
"Then who else is there to blame?" You asked, getting frustrated. "For almost everything bad, there's at least one person to blame. Who's else fault is it? My mom's? My dad's? My dad had one of the best weeks of his career, while I had the worst. And all of a sudden, when I'm in the picture, the house catches on fire."
"(Y/N)." He said, and you heard a weird undertone in his voice. Almost like he was...ashamed? "Please don't get too angry at me, but...the bad things that happened this week...that was my fault."
"Huh? What do you mean?" You asked. "You weren't even here..."
"It's going to be hard to explain, and I don't know if you'd be able to handle it, but yes." He said. "Everything that's happened was my fault."
"...including the fire?"
"Y-yes...including the fire." He looked at you with wary eyes. You gently but surely pushed his hand off of you, your face going stone cold.
"Explain."
"It's not easy to explain, y-you're going to see me differently-"
"Aren't you a figment of my imagination?" You furrowed your brows and frowned. "What other way could I see you?"
"That's the thing, I'm not a figment of your imagination." He said. "I never was, and I never will be."
"...what?"
"It's possible for me to be seen by only you, but it's also possible for me to be seen by anyone else and not seen at all." He said.
"Then...what are you?" You asked.
He gulped before answering, a shifty look in his eyes. "I'm a d-demon."
"You're lying." You said. "T-that can't be true. It must be a trick."
"Well, that's kind of my specialty. I'm a trickster demon. It's the truth." He looked down. You looked at him, trying to see if he could be lying. Weirdly enough, he seemed genuine.
"So, is that why you tricked me into believing you were just a figment of my imagination?" You asked, a hint of venom in your voice.
"(Y/N), it's not like that." He said. "Stop making it seem as if I'm your enemy."
"Friends don't make other friends days worse, Kai. Friends don't light other friends' houses on fire, Kai." You said. "Those are things that enemies do."
"I admit, I was wrong for doing those things." He said. "I never meant for it to go that far. I was just...I was angry."
"Angry at who? Me? What could I have possibly done?"
"You don't understand, (Y/N)."
"Then help me understand." You said. "If not, then...then you can just go back to hell."
He looked at you in silence, a frown pulling at his face that made you feel a bit guilty for speaking without thinking. Yet, you didn't take it back, as you were still angry at him.
"We're engaged to be wed." He said, and you snapped your head up, almost mishearing him. "We have been since you were born. You see how big your dad's company is? He...he sold your soul in order to get that big. In order to seal the deal, you must be turned into a halfling before you die."
"A halfling?"
"Half demon, half human." He said. "Lucifer's servant. The only way to do that is to be wed to a demon...in hell."
"So...that dream..."
He nodded his head. "That's the only way I could marry you without you coming out to be too corrupted."
You couldn't say anything, remembering how you ran away from him in what you thought was a lucid dream. You could also feel the fuming rage that you had for your father. He sold his own newborn baby's soul to the devil for some stupid company. For money. Maybe he deserved to burn. It was only a hint of what was going to happen to him when he would eventually get to hell.
"(Y/N)?" He rested his hand on your knee, but you brushed it away.
"What if I don't marry you? Then what will happen?" You asked him.
"Lucifer...he'll devour the souls of the rest of your family." Kai said. "And doom all of you to burn in hell for eternity...including me."
You felt a deep sense of doom inside of you. The anger you had for Kai wasn't strong enough to cover how important he was to you, and for him so suffer just because of your father, you couldn't have that happen.
"What did you mean earlier? When you said something about me coming out too corrupted?" You asked.
"When you go to hell as a human, it...it changes you. I'm not sure how to explain this well, but you won't come out the same." He said. "Yet, of you to go hell in your dreams, you will remain unchanged. A wedding in hell is worse. In order to go back home, you have to be ungulfed into flames...something more painful than you've ever experienced in your life."
"Why would I go back home?" You asked.
"You don't have to." He said. "It's a choice. Just like marrying me is. But, not coming back up here just means that you die at an early age. There's a possibility to just get married and then come back with your life unchanged, apart from the fact that you'd be a halfling."
"What would I be if I don't come back home?" You asked.
"Then you'd just be a demon. Like me." He said, then he frowned. "Do you...do you not want to be here?"
"No..." You said. Kai didn't answer, but there was no explanation needed. He's been with you your whole life and he's seen sides of you that you haven't shown anyone else. You weren't even as close with your parents as you were with Kai. So, he knew your troubles and he knew your stressors. He knew that you'd be much better off not being in this world, as horrible as it sounded. "I'll get married to you. And I'm sorry from running away from you in that dream. I just didn't know what was going on."
"That's my fault." He said, hesitantly placing his hand on your knee, afraid that you'll push him off, yet you didn't. "I should've told you earlier. And I shouldn't have made your week bad...I'm a terrible person."
"No. You're just a demon." You said with a quiet chuckle.
"Ah...it appears that I am." He said with a laugh.
"Will the wedding happen tonight?" You asked.
"It'll happen whenever you're ready." He said. "But I must warn you...when you come with me, you'll die up here. And once you die, you can't come back. Yet if you go in your dreams, you won't die."
"I'll go with you." You said quickly. He nodded.
"Oh, and, please don't freak out, but..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.
"What now?" You asked, starting to get worried again.
"Well, it's...in order to uh, complete the marriage..." He gulped. "It's required to have a consummation...after the wedding."
"...a what?!"
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It took a few days for you to be mentally ready for the wedding. You maybe have not been the fondest of your parents, but you had to find a way to say goodbye, or to at least leave your mark.
Meeting your mom after you went out to relax by the beach, you were surprised by your reaction.
"Hey, (Y/N), oh-" She looked over to beside you. "Who's this?"
You furrowed your brows and looked to the side, seeing the one and only Kai. You knew he was there the whole time, but you don't think he's ever showed himself to your parents.
"Oh, uh...this is Kai. My...friend." You said to her.
"Friends don't get married." He mumbled under his breath, but you judged him with your elbow.
"Kai...?" She raised a brow. You then noticed that you told her the name of your imaginary friend, who was essentially the same person, but she didn't know that.
"Yeah, Kai short for Kaipo." Kai lied, saving your ass. "It's an Hawaiian name."
"You're from Hawaii?" Your mom said, taking off her glasses in awe, and Kai nodded. "Ah, how wonderful."
"Uhm, we have homework to do." You said to her. "So, we're just going to go to my room."
"Oh, alright then." Your mom said. "Study hard."
"We will." You said. "...bye."
"Bye?" Your mom raised an eyebrow and chuckled at your awkward and misplaced goodbye. You then tugged Kai with you to your room, shutting the door behind you.
"That was awkward." Kai chuckled.
"What was I supposed to say?" You asked. "It's all I could do..."
"Did you meet up with your dad?" He asked and you nodded.
"I left him a note." You said, not wanting to elaborate.
"Oh, alright..." He said. "So does that mean...you want to get married tonight?"
"Y-yeah." You said, a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew what you had to do in order to get there, and so did Kai. He reached in his back pocket for the orange bottle of pills, hesitatingly giving them to you.
"I'll meet you there then." He said.
"Can't you stay with me?" You asks him.
"No. I can't...I can't watch you die." He shook his head. "That's too much."
"Ah..." You nodded. "Then I'll see you there...I'll be okay, right?"
"You'll be fine." He smiled. "When you wake up, you'll be just fine."
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Opening your eyes, you were greeted with a familiar setting. You were in the same place as you were when you were in your dream. You were at the beginning of the wedding isle in your black and red dress, the dead bouquet of roses in your hand.
This time, though, you were happy to be here. You were still anxious and unsure, but you now understood the importance of the wedding, and you were willing to partake in it. You wouldn't have done it if it wasn't Kai. Now, it wasn't weird to have a romantic liking towards him. That was a relief.
The demons on both sides of the isle watched you, their eyes big and black, with no soul or emotion behind them. At the end of the isle was your soon to be husband, which turned out to be a demon this whole time. Was that good or bad? You wouldn't know.
You began your walk down the isle, this time, you weren't forced to do it against your will. You didn't want to run, and you didn't want to cower away. You wanted to pull through, and that's exactly what you were going to do.
Just like in your dream, you faced Kai at the end, and the demon beside the both of you spoke in the language that you still couldn't understand. It didn't matter, though, as you knew by the end of all this, you'd understand everything.
Kai lifted your veil over your head, revealing your face to him. This was it. This was the part where he would kiss you. He looked at you as if he was asking if you were alright. You weren't sure how you picked that up in his pitch black eyes, but you shave him a small smile to which he returned before leaning in. You shut your eyes right before you felt his soft lips against yours, and then, quicker than you wanted, he parted from the kiss.
All the fleeting thoughts of kissing Kai finally came true, and it was much better than you expected. It was short and sweet, yet he left you wanting more.
Yet both you and him knew that soon, there would be more. That sole thought left you zoning in and out throughout the wedding, just imagining what the hell was going to go down.
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You were in a room alone, stripped out of your dress and left in a revealing yet classy lingerie set. The room only consisted of a king sized bed and a vanity, where you sat to check your appearance.
You felt a little weird about it, yes. You've known Kai your whole life, you shouldn't feel self conscious, but at the same time...you've never done anything remotely close to what you were about to do. Kai was just imaginary, but now, you were about to give yourself to him.
You watched the door, feeling nervous. He was going to enter at any time now, and being alone in such a different place scared you.
You then heard the door creak open, and Kai slowly revealed himself to you. The two of you met eyes and you gulped, suddenly feeling exposed. You could tell that Kai was at least somewhat enamored by the way you looked, and he didn't do the best job of hiding it.
"H-hey." He said.
"Hi." You replied.
"You look really...really nice." He said, walking closer to you. Sitting down, you noticed how he towered over you, and you stood up to not feel too small, but his gaze still did so. You nearly curled in on yourself, becoming even more exposed.
"Thank you." You said, looking up at him.
"Hey, let's not make this awkward." He chuckled. "Let's not think about it too much."
"How can I not?" You asked, looking down.
"Oh...does that mean...you've been thinking about it this whole time?" He asked with courage. You were too shy to answer, but he already knew just by the bashful look on your face. "Because I have, too."
You gulped, looking into his black eyes, seeing no reflection in them.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked.
You shook your head.
"You don't have to lie." He chuckled. "It's okay to be scared. You've never seen me like this. But I'll take care of you. I'll be gentle...if that's what you want." He looked down at your lingerie clad body, his pants becoming tighter. He was needy for you, but he didn't want to make it obvious. But the way you stood in front of him like he's never seen before...it was doing things to him. "C-Can I touch you?" He asked.
"Y-yes." You nodded, watching as his large hands hesitantly settled on your exposed waist, stiff as ever.
"You can touch me other places, too." You said, and he almost choked, his eyes going round. "I-I didn't mean anything too explicit...not yet, at least." You chuckled, relaxing a bit more to see that he was just as nervous as you.
"So...I can touch down...here?" He slowly slid his hands down past your hips, and he gently cupped your ass. You felt your arousal start to grow as you nodded. "Can I kiss you too?"
"You can do anything you want to me." You said.
"Don't say that...I might lose it." He nervously laughed.
"Well...isn't that what we're here for?" You stepped closer to him, close enough that your bodies were pressed together.
"Y-yeah..." He stuttered, lowering down to slot his lips in between yours. You stood on your tip-toes to reach the kiss, your hands on his shoulders to support you. The kiss started out slowly, something that you could get used to so far. Just like he said before, he was gentle, his hands caressing your skin.
After a bit, he slotted his tongue into your mouth, and you were surprised to feel that he had a forked tongue. You were fascinated, to say the least, twirling your tongue around his. Yet, just when it started to get heated, you felt the burn of your claves. You were on your toes for too long, and you went down on your flat feet, breaking the kiss. Kai chuckled at you, knowing what had happened.
"Should we move to the bed?" He asked and you nodded. With his hands on your waist, he guided you backwards from the vanity to the bed, leaning you back so that you were laid down. From this point of view, he could see everything, now, and so could you. His bulge was large against his pants, and that's when you noticed that he was far too clothed for your liking.
"Can you t-take your clothes off?" You asked him. He looked down at himself, almost as if he was surprised he even still had clothes on. He reached to take off his all black suit, which was a sight that you enjoyed seeing. Soon enough, he was bare before you, all except for his boxers.
You knew this before, but without his clothes, Kai seemed even more broad than he already was, especially when he hovered over you. If someone was to look from a birds eye view, you'd be completely covered by him. You felt so small, and it heightened your arousal even more.
Kai attached his lips to yours once more, his tongue immediately meeting yours. At the same time as kissing you, he spread your legs wide enough so that he could fit in between them, and you felt his bulge come right into contact with your clothed pussy. You moaned into the kiss and Kai parted from you, making you feel a bit embarrassed.
"That was really pretty." Kai said. After hearing it once, he wanted to hear it again, prompting him to experimentally push his hips forward, grinding against your clit. You gasped at the pleasurable feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Does that feel good?"
You nodded, too scared that your voice would sound too fucked out already. Kai felt his chest swell up with pride as he took a gentle grab of your hips, grinding into you once more. If just grinding into you made you feel this way, he simply couldn't imagine what you'd be like when you'd be stuffed with his cock.
He leaned over you, keeping a steady pace as he grinded into you. He wanted to savor your lingerie a bit more, but the urge to see your completely naked took over. And he released that urge in a bit of an aggressive way.
You gasped once he ripped your lacy bra off of you, and he looked at the tattered fabric in his hand as if he was surprised as well.
"S-sorry..." He trailed off as he caught sight of your breasts, free and exposed just for him. He forgot about your bra, tossing it to the side as he slid his hands up to your breasts to cup them. "You're so pretty." He mumbled, watching as he folding your breasts.
You were still a bit distracted by the rolling of his hips into yours, but once your felt his mouth suckle around your nipple, you were snapped back into focus. The added sensation made everything more pleasurable, and he closed his eyes, his tongue swirling around your hard bud. You tangled your hands into his blonde hair, your mouth falling agape as your orgasm suddenly hit you by surprise. Your moans got louder against your will, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Kai locked his lips, watching as you calmed down from your high wanting more.
"Fuck, you are so gorgeous." He said, scooting you back on the bed so he could fully hover over you.
"Kai, I want you." You breathed out, already fucked out. "I want you inside me.”
"You sure it won't be too much for you?" He asked, an innocent look on his face, yet you knew him too well, knowing he was teasing you. "You came so easily just now, baby." With the added pet name, he tried to make his words soft, but there was the hard undertone underneath that, making you gush in your useless underwear.
"Please, Kai." You whined, dragging your hand down to his boxers. He chuckled, pulling down his boxers and releasing a long, girthy cock. You knew he had to have something lengthy down there, seeing how big he was, but it was still a surprise to you.
He went to remove your panties, your wetness sticking to it as he pulled it down. His mouth was watering, seeing just how wet you were. He made a mental note that he was going to eat you out next time. As if in a trance, you noticed him staring at your pussy with hungry eyes, and you felt shy once again.
"K-Kai, please." You whined.
"Sorry," He breathed out, hovering over you once more, his tip aligning with your entrance. "Are you ready?"
You nodded. With that, he started to slowly push his cock into you, and you felt delicious yet painful stretch. It wasn't too painful to where you needed to stop, so you felt him keep going until he had his whole cock stuffed inside of you. He sighed in pleasure at your walls wrapped around him.
He started to thrust inside of you, slowly but deeply. He bit his lip in concentration while you held onto his shoulders, savoring the feel of his cock inside of you. He picked up the pace, going steady, but not too fast to where you were overwhelmed.
"Fuck, Kai, your cock feels so good." You moaned out.
"Yeah?"
You nodded. "Please go faster."
"How fast?" He asked. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me." You said, moaning as he continued to go at a steady pace, and you bit your lip. "I like it fast. You can do that for me, right?"
You smiled at Kai's surprised face, his thrusts slowing down. He quickly recollected himself, positioning himself to where he'd be able to pleasure you properly.
"Yeah, I can do that". He said. He started to thrust faster into you, his thrusts gradually becoming faster and harder.
As your moans got louder, he went harder, you spurring him on, and it got to the point where he was pounding you into the mattress.
You cursed, holding onto him as you noticed that every thrust pushed you up the bed. He grabbed onto your hips tightly with his large hands, holding you down as he pistoned into you.
This was exactly what you wanted. For him to lose control. Your wetness was evident, the noise combining with the slaps of skin on skin as well and your moans. He muttered profanities into your ear, using more of his strength to fuck into you to where it was almost painful, but the pleasure always out ruled the pain.
You were borderline screaming at this point, not knowing that Kai was capable of making you feel this way.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He whined into your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You felt his cock throbbing, even with how fast he was pounding inside of you.
"Cum inside me, please, I want it." You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. He nodded against your neck groaning as you felt his cock uncontrollably twitch inside of you.
Then, you felt ropes of his cum pour into you, paired with his high pitched whine. He thrusted into you, milking himself until his cum was spilling out of you in a mess.
After he finished cumming inside of you, he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you. He licked his lips, not forgetting about you. You yelped in surprised once he dipped down, taking your swollen clit in between his slip.
You moaned loudly, your hands going to tug of his hair as he fiercely sucked your clit, quickly bringing you to your second orgasm. You heaved out moans as you shut your eyes, grinding against Kai's face to ride out your high.
After you had calmed down, you felt a bit embarrassed at how desperate you were, but Kai didn't seem to care as he kissed you again, a mix of yours and his cum on your mouth. It was filthy, yes, but after what had just happened, that was nothing.
After the heated act that just took place, Kai rested his head on yours, a lazy smile on his face that you matched.
"So...it's done now?" You asked him. "You're my husband?"
"Yeah...and you're my wife." He chuckled. "Now, all you have to do is meet with Lucifer. Then, we'll...we'll be able to be together here."
"Lucifer..." You muttered under your breath.
"Are you scared?" He asked. "Don't be. I'll be beside you the whole time, okay?"
"Okay..." You smiled, and he kissed you again.
"I can't believe we just did the devil's tango." He giggled, going back to the Kai you've always known.
"It seems like you want to do it again, huh?" You smirked, feeling his hardness against your thigh. He looked down, laughing as he didn't notice before.
"It appears so."
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Your dad woke up from his slumber, his arms wrapped in bandages from the burns. He had once more day until he was able to be discharged, and he was excited to be reunified with you and your mom.
Looking at the table beside his hospital bed, he noticed a folded piece of paper that wasn't there before. He furrowed his brows in confusion, grabbing the piece of paper and un-folding it, revealing a letter.
Dear Father,
I hope you're having a great time with your company booming and all. You know you have to, especially when you know you're doomed to burn in hell. When you get discharged, I'll be dead, but you knew it was going to happen one day, right?
That's all I have to say to you. I hope you love with the guilt that your daughter's dead because of you.
Love, The Daughter Who's Soul you Sold
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The endless beginning
part nine
scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!
find the masterlist for this fic here. one last part after this (and it will finally have the reveal!) enjoy!
Amelie was never one to run. Or do much physical activity that it. She played sports and did dance when she was younger which helped keep her physical but as she got older, she slowed down her engagement with sports. She figured that one day she might regret doing that, and today seemed to truly prove that point to her. If she could go back in time and tell her younger self anything, it would be to never stop any form of physical activity, hell, maybe take up track while you’re at it. Because within the last year of her life, she has had to do more running than before, and she gets winded. Which explains why, currently, Amelie pants as she makes the final stretch down the street where she sees Kirby’s striking blonde hair make its way to the door of the theatre.
“Kirby!” Amelie calls out as she gets closer, she spots the rest of her friends beside Kirby and lets a sigh in relief, at least they were all there and okay. “Sam!”
Kirby turns her head where she hears her name being called and spots Amelie running up to them. The girl finally reaches the group who stopped to let Amelie catch up and she hunches over, hands on her knees as she pants. “Oh, my god.”
“What the hell?” Sam takes notice of the girl’s arm and concern floods her eyes. Chad, from beside Sam, looks behind Amelie and notices the lack of people following her. Panic immediately enters the boy when he can’t seem to spot his sister anywhere near. “Amie, where is Mindy?”
“Ghostface-he-train,” Amelie pants out before taking a few deep breathes. She finally stands up straight and prepares to let the group know what happened back on the subway. “Ghostface was on the train with us-“
“-What?”
“-Is everyone okay?”
“-What the fuck?”
Her three friends cut her off and her eyes widen before raising her hand in the air to pause them from continuing. “They managed to cut my arm and, uh-uh, said something about how I was lucky this time, but everything went so dark and they just left me and then they found Mindy and stabbed her-“
“-And you left her?” Amelie’s rant gets cut off by Chad who pushes to stand in front of the girl and grabs her shoulders. She lets out a wince when a pain shoots through her cut and he drops his hand from that arm. “What the hell? Is-is she okay?”
“Yes, yes, she is okay,” Amelie nods immediately, almost afraid of Chad's urgency. She gets it, though, she is his sister and they already have been through hell together. “We got her off the subway, got help, and Ethan stayed back with her.”
Chad looks at Amelie and his shoulder visibly release some tension, but the concern from his eyes lingers. He nods slowly and pulls her in for a hug, her arms wrap around his torso, and she lays her head on his chest. “I-I’m sorry for scaring you, Amie.”
“She’s okay, Chad. She is going to be okay,” Amelie shakes her head as she speaks. She completely understands the way he acted, if it were any one of them, she would have been the same way.
The two finally separate and they all begin to head into the theatre. Kirby swipes her card to enter through the last door and opens it for all of them to begin pilling in.
“I cleared the whole place before we got here. So, this is the only way in or out,” Kirby points to the door they just entered. “He steps into the first door, both doors lock automatically, trapping him inside. We turn it into a kill-box.”
“Weapons?” Sam questions. Suppose those would be needed if they encounter Ghostface.
“One gun and I hold onto it,” Sam looks like she is about to disagree with the Kirby and Amelie’s eyebrows furrow at her answer. How will they defend themselves if the only weapon is a gun they aren’t allowed to have? “I am the only one with a badge here, and that’s the way it’s going to be. We are safe here.”
The four friends all look at each other, gauging to see if they all trusted Kirby and this idea of hers. When none of them seemed to dispute with Kirby, they began walking to the center of the theatre and began to take their jackets off.
“I’m gonna give Ethan a call, see how Mindy is doing,” Amelie announces once she gets her thin sweater off her body, wincing once more when she pulled the sleeve of her cut arm. Leaving her in a dark blue v-neck tee shirt, she feels the cool, old air of the theatre on her bare arms and is relieved at the feeling. She looks down at the sweater and rips the bottom of it, a stretching noise follows. She carefully wraps the piece of sweater around her bicep where the cut was and ties it in a knot, keeping it in place.
The bandage covering her gash from the attack at the apartment sticks out behind her shirt and she looks down at with disgust, noticing some blood started to seep through. She cannot wait until this shit was over so she can finally enjoy a nice shower and clean clothes, maybe a proper bandaid for her cut. Luckily, the cut wasn’t deep enough to need stitches or for it to keep bleeding, but it did still sting if pressure was applied too close to it. Sam begins to head in the direction of the stage where the cloaks are and Tara and Chad appear to veer off together, in the room with next to the shrine. Amelie pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Ethan’s number, slowly walking towards the middle right of the shrine where her aunt Tatum’s items lay. The call ends up going to voicemail, Amelie sighs and hangs up before redialling. The same thing happens, and she places her phone back in her pocket. “C’mon, Ethan.”
Amelie jumps when she hears Sam call out for Kirby’s name and begins to walk up to the older girl. She notices the knife in her hand and points to it with a questioning look, “What the..?”
Sam meets up to stand beside the younger girl and shakes her head in dismissal. A faint creak is heard in the direction of the front door and the two look towards it in panic. They slowly advance closer to the door and Amelie faintly gives Kirby’s name a call once more, “Kirby?”
Suddenly Sam’s phone begins to ring and the two jump at the noise. Amelie places a hand on her heart. She swears that this will end up giving her a heart attack one day, “Jesus.”
“Hello?” Sam answers her phone. Amelie waits patiently for Sam to finish her call who mouths that it was the detective to her. She can see the rising panic etch its way onto Sam’s face and begins to get concerned herself. The phone call ends, and Sam turns to Amelie, rushing out, “it’s Kirby. We need to leave.”
The two run towards the door and attempt to see if there was a way to open it before the lights suddenly turn off. Jerking around the locked door brings Amelie back to the bodega. Funny how similar the situations are again. Amelie’s breathe quickens at the idea that Ghostface, the one out to kill them, was a member of the FBI. Not only that but a girl who they could trust. The sound of a landline begins to ring throughout the theatre and a film begins playing on the projector. Amelie and Sam turn to look at each other and share a look of fear.
“Fucks sake,” Amelie moans in despair. “We should probably go find Tara and Chad.”
“Yeah,” Sam agrees and the two head off in the direction where the two departed from. They stop when they hear commotion come from the other side of the doors and rush towards them in panic. Tara and Chad jump in fear when the door opens before realizing it was just Sam and Amelie. The girl is quick to notice the close proximity between the two and would be tempted to tease them for it if not for the current circumstances. Amelie looks on the ground to see Ghostface laying on the ground in pain, she figures Chad had a part in that. Chad calls for them all to go and Amelie reaches to grab Chad’s sleeve to pull him into them faster so they can leave the room fast and together.
“It’s Kirby, she’s the killer,” Sam lets them know as they turn to look at what direction they should head in.
“No shit,” Chad replies. If all four of them are there and Kirby isn’t, it makes Kirby look incredibly guilty. While blaming Kirby seems like the easiest choice based off current situations and Sam’s phone call with the detective, it doesn’t feel right to blame her to Amelie. The girl notices Chad head towards the front door and lets him know, “it’s locked.”
“So, we’re trapped!?” Chad calls.
“She made this whole theatre a kill-box,” Sam looks around to spot any possible exits. “For us.”
“Hey, what about that?” Tara looks up towards the balcony and the other three follow her gaze. “There’s an exit door. Maybe it leads to the roof or something.”
“There’s only one way to find out, let’s go,” Chad urges them all to head towards the direction of the ladder that leads up to the exit doors. Before they get the chance, Ghostface runs out and jumps down from the stage where they begin to swipe at the four. Tara manages to dodge the first swipe and slides on the ground. The second swipe is aimed at Sam where she also ducks in time but her knife clatters to the ground as it slips from her hand. The third swipe is aimed at Amelie who stands in front of Chad but he manages to push her out of way towards Sam before he ducks his head himself. The knife ends up slicing the head of the mannequin beside them to which Chad notices with wide eyes and calls out, “beheadings!”
Chad tackles the Ghostface to the ground as the three girls push themselves up onto their feet and run up onto the stage, behind the curtains. Chad follows closely behind with a directing camera clutched in his hand. Amelie looks around to find the closest exit and spots a small hallway towards the side of the stage.
“Come on! This way!” she begins running in the direction of the hall and the other three follow close behind. Amelie pants as she runs as fast as she can down the hall. She turns her head to make sure her friends are close behind and sees Chad throw the camera at Ghostface who trails closely behind. The hall leads back to the room with the old concession stand counter is and the three girls run to stand behind it. Amelie watches once again as Chad stands up to Ghostface who makes it past the fallen popcorn machine and begins swiping with his knife. The killer manages to pin Chad to the wall, which only lasts for a split second before Amelie and Tara grab one arm and Sam grabs the other to pull the person away from Chad. Whoever the killer is, Amelie is suspecting it cannot be Kirby. This person was too strong to be able to fall back with the girls as they held him back before they managed to shove all three girls off his arms at once. Luckily, Chad comes up just in time and swings a punch at the masked face, causing the killer to fall to the ground. Tara and Amelie jump back to make sure they don’t get in the way of the killers fall and Tara takes her chance and kicks the killer in the face while they are still on the ground. Chad calls for the girls to go again before he picks up an empty gumball machine, lifting it up and ready to swing it down onto Ghostface before a scream leaves his mouth.
Amelie turns around when she hears Chad’s yell, and she gasps once she sees Chad got stabbed and is now being surrounded by two Ghostface’s. Amelie and Sam each reach for one of Tara’s arms as she tries to run up to Chad, screaming, “CHAD!”
Screams fall past Tara’s lips as sobs escape Amelie’s as they watch the two Ghostface’s each take turns stabbing into Chad’s body. Blood begins to pour out of his mouth and it looks as if he is trying to tell the girls something but his words barely make it out. Sobs continue to fall out of Amelie’s lips as she watches Chad’s body fall on the ground in front of her and the killers turn at the same time to look at the three and wipe the blood from their knives. Sam rushes to push the two girls out of the door behind them where they run to the middle of the shrine. Sobs can’t seem to stop escaping Tara and Amelie is having a difficult time looking ahead with her blurred vision. The sight of Chad’s lifeless body fall to the ground replays in their minds. The sounds of their knives entering and leaving his body, the squelch of his blood coming into contact with the blade.
Suddenly a Ghostface jumps out from behind the curtains, causing the girls to stagger back and turn around. Their movements are caught short once again when the second Ghostface makes its way around the corner and directly in front of the three, waving their knife in their hand almost mockingly. Amelie’s breathing begins to escalate even more as she comes up short for ideas of where to run to. She feels hand grab onto her wrist and looks to see Sam hand her a brick that she picked up from the ground. Amelie grabs onto the brick and turns to face the Ghostface standing in front of the stage. Tara’s back faces hers as she looks at the Ghostface opposite to her, and Sam stands between Tara and Amelie, looking between the two killers. Amelie can hear Tara cry out Sam’s name from behind her but she can only focus on the killer who is pointing their knife out in her direction as they tilt their masked head.
“Ready?” Amelie can faintly hear Sam ask the girls. From the lack of response from the two girls, she calls to them again, “I need you to be ready. Ready?”
Amelie tries to steady her breathing and she clutches the brick harder in her hand. Sam turns to look at her and then at Tara, “Look at me.”
Amelie looks beside her at Sam and sees the pure determination on her face. She has to be ready, she needs to do this for her, for her dad, for Mindy, Anika, Chad, Gale, for the everlasting list that doesn’t seem to end. So, she nods at Sam. “Let’s fucking do this.”
“Come on motherfuckers!” Tara turns back to the killer in front of her and yells out.
Directly after Tara yells, two gunshots fire throughout the theatre, causing everyone to duck. Amelie stands back up and sees Kirby enter the room with her gun pointed out and the side of her head dripping down in blood. “It’s okay!”
“Stay the fuck back!” Sam calls out to Kirby and places her arms out protectively in front of Tara and Amelie.
“We know it’s you, Kirby,” Tara speaks up. Amelie stays quiet behind the two girls, that same feeling swirling in her stomach telling her that Kirby is not Ghostface.
“One of them knocked me out,” Kirby looks at the girls in disbelief and pants out. She suddenly points her gun behind the girls and Amelie hears detective Bailey call out for Kirby to get away from the girls. The two point their guns towards each other and the three girls push back, out of the way in case the firearms were fired.
“What are you doing?” Kirby asks the detective, her voice shaky.
“Did you kill Quinn?” the detective asks Kirby, a hard look settling onto his face. “Did you kill my daughter?”
“Jesus christ,” Kirby lets out, her hands shakier than ever. She looks over to the girls, almost pleading them with her eyes for them to believe that she didn’t do any of us. “Whatever he has been saying to you, don’t believe him. He’s probably the killer.”
Amelie’s eyes widen as she sees Ghostface make their way behind the detective and as he fires two shots at Kirby, causing her to fall back. Suddenly the killer stops behind Bailey and Amelie can’t seem to close her mouth, too shocked at what was about to be announced.
“Great job,” the detective says proudly, directed to the Ghostface beside him. Suddenly the other Ghostface walks up to the other side of Bailey, and he turns to the second one, “both of you.”
Amelie knew it wasn’t Kirby, knew that it couldn’t be her. What she didn’t suspect was for there to be three Ghostface’s out to get them and for one of them to be the lead detective on their case. Betrayal courses through Amelie’s body as she stares at the man who she was supposed to trust, in shock.
“You?” Tara questions as she also looks at the detective in defeat.
“Yeah, of course me,” Bailey replies sarcastically. “I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us.”
“What do you mean us?” Amelie finally speaks up as she looks between the two who remained masked. The detective chuckles darkly at her and gives her a teasing smile, knowing that the unmasking was going to give her a bigger shock than her finding out that he was a part of the plan. Bailey nudges his arm into the second Ghostface on his left and the person behind the mask appears to hesitate before lifting it up.
Amelie has felt her world stop too many times now than she would like to count. She felt it stop when her first pet hamster passed away when she was seven, when she placed second in her dance competition, when her dad first sat her down to tell her what happened to her aunt Tatum to warn her that it was happening again, when she discovered Wes’ dead body, when she found out her dad died, when Amber revealed herself as the killer, when she realized Ghostface was back at the bodega, when she wasn’t able to save Anika, and now, when the one boy she began to fall for again after losing Wes, appeared from under the mask. Her heart began to crack, all in different places and she heard it as it fell to the ground and shattered. She felt broken and so, so betrayed at the realization that Ethan, sweet boy who has liked her for so long, Ethan Landry, is the one out to kill her and her friends.
But as she feels her eyes begin to release more tears, she is beginning to feel angrier than ever before. She has let so many people into her life who have either turned up dead or betrayed her, and she feels a fool for letting it happen once again. She should have listened to Mindy. Sweet, smart, Mindy who she left all alone with the killer, was right once again. Amelie stares into the brown eyes of Ethan’s, ones she used to find so beautiful and sweet, now evil and dark, and feels sad, of course, but frustration and revenge overpowers any vulnerability she may show. She said it herself; she was going to kill these fucking people and she meant it. Even if that means ending the life of the boy who she was falling for, she was going to fucking do it.
#ethan landry#scream#scream vi#scream six#jack champion#ethan kirsch#dewey riley#ethan landry x reader#scream imagine#scream fanfic#ethan landry imagine#scream vi spoilers#scream vi x reader#scream ethan#ethan landry scream#scream 6#scream x reader
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Minsung’s choice confused me but given that he and Hyungjin didn’t get a little update at the end of the episode I assume they’re not still together (if they are I wish them well). But regardless I hope everyone from the cast is doing well!
i got a lot of my initial thoughts about minseong’s choice out in my rant tags on @portkey-s post that im just gonna screenshot here bc i haven’t really stewed enough on it since to say anything new so here.
and yeah… i mean they could just be more private if they are in a relationship, but the way they were at the end gave me more the impression that they were choosing to get to know each other and see if anything happens more so than deciding to be a couple on the spot… and maybe they tried, maybe they didn’t, maybe it didn’t work out and nothing became of it and all that is fine. if you’re asking me, I don’t think anything did come of it, bc I just didn’t see enough chemistry on the show and they had enough time to develop something maybe not to 2sung levels but at least to become familiar with each other, and it just never felt like they were. and i hate to say this but… a little part of me wonders if hyungjin was just a choice that wasn’t hyungjun yknow, like after all that went down between the two, I don’t know if he just more resolutely wanted to not choose hyungjun, and it’s just more rewarding for the show for him to at least go with the other person. I said it about seonwoo before, it’s not satisfying for the show if the popular person that many people go after ends up with no one, and they’d already had it happen with seonwoo, so minseong had to end up with someone, but I think the pressure of it all might have got to him and made him reluctant to start anything after, or just changed his impression of both of them.
and since this has been sitting in my drafts, all their instagram posts have been published and I can’t help but read into the fact that minseong and hyungjun aren’t present with the group at the same time, which is understandable, it might be awkward, and that hyungjin is like so noticeably missing from all these posts. it’s not even that he hasn’t posted anything with minseong or about him to show whether they’re still together, he just isn’t part of these meet ups and I don’t wanna read into the details of their friendships bc now it’s outside the show it does feel more intrusive and like… this is actually real life and not manufactured for me to watch and so I don’t wanna dissect it, and he did post with yonghee, but there always is one it feels like, it’s the same with the first season, and it’s not bad, maybe you just don’t wanna be friends with people, that’s absolutely fine, but when it comes to minseong, I just think it shows that this whole thing that was built up around him ultimately lead to nothing, the show would just never want to admit that.
#his man 2#im a lot less mad now and I’m glad hyungjun didn’t settle for a relationship that wasn’t meant to be#and it’s bad but I just can’t help but be nosy and wonder what actually went down and what the relationship is like between the three now
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Strong for character bingo
I have a few thoughts on Strong and none of them are in his, or his writers', favor. So here it is.
The Strong Rant.
This was done over a sleepy morning and has no real structure to it, so forgive me for the rambling
This is a Deep Cut but remember back in Fallout 1 and 2 where the mutants were...another people? Another kind of person trying to survive the wastes. They had their own thoughts, dreams, opinions of themselves and others. Remember Marcus? Remember the town that was founded on the site where a Brotherhood soldier and a mutant gave up fighting because they didn't see the point anymore?
Super Mutants were a creation of the Master to try and save humanity but turning it into something stronger. They were a mark of people, one person, thinking that they alone had the right to decide what was best for everyone else. But the Mutants themselves also had their own ideas of what was best. They made friends, had family, tried to move on and just get through life like everyone else.
And in Fucking 3, Bethesda made them orcs. Not even good orcs.
A good orcish people, in my opinion, put family and community above all else. They value being close together and to nature, living simply and not worrying about frivolous shit like politics or money. They are perfectly happy with their village and their farming, and they can slaughter anyone who dares interrupt anyway. Pacifists; they chose peace because they are capable of incredible war.
This is not Bethesda's Fallout orcs.
Stupid, bloodthirsty, almost animal in nature. There is nothing else to describe Bethesda Mutants as but adaptation failures. I have a lot more problems with how Bethesda went with their Fallout, but the Mutants are, like, at the top of that list. They're lazy. They exist because there's nothing else noteworthy to shoot at in 3. It's pathetic.
Now, I didn't finish 3, but I know the Mutants came from one of the Vaults. That is a piss-poor excuse for why you brought over a group localized in the far west to the far, far east, but y'know what? That could work as an excuse for why these Mutants suck. The Vault made them wrong, fucked up the process. I'll bite, there. I still don't like it, but the text smoothes itself out.
BUT THEN THEY DID IT AGAIN IN FUCKING 4.
The Master, one of the BEST VILLAINS in video game history—his master plan, the plot of the first game in this series, is now background information in TWO DIFFERENT UNDERGROUND BUNKERS as filler exposition to justify you being able to kill Mutants in the east.
What the fuck, Todd.
The Institute, the synths, everything about 4's plot is awful writing. It could have been good, but they'd have to actually do something with the, let's be honest, first draft. And that would take work. Bethesda is great at coming up with ideas, and interesting topics, and greater at leaving them to fawn over something irrelevant. Synths, the concept, the themes? Incredible, let's base half the story around finding Kellogg, and the other half finding Shaun. And then things end, like, two hours later.
But the fucking Mutants.
Why can't there just be Mutants from the capital who wandered over? The Brotherhood wandered over. But nope. We have to explain why I can't walk through three blocks in Cambridge without Shrek running at me with a bomb. And again, why are they Orcs? Because the Institute fucked up.
So, Fallout 4 has another issue; and its an obsession with representation. Another rant, again. But it's not interested in the wasteland, the Commonwealth; its interested in the history of America. We have a ghoul named John Hancock. There are Minutemen. There's a newspaper called Publick Occurances. The plot shoehorns in a literal Railroad. It wants to do that, and everything else is a box to tick off. We get 1 ghoul. 1 actual synth. 1 companion for each faction. 1 Super Mutant. One more box ticked off.
Now we're actually to Strong.
Strong is an orc. He's a bad orc, and his personality is so contradictory, he's not even a character.
Here are some things Strong likes.
Building settlements
Helping settlers, saving kidnapped settlers
Being tough to Travis and encouraging him to toughen up
Giving Sheffield soda
The coding fucked up here, because the 'disliked that' pops up, but Strong likes helping Billy the ghoul kid, even says he should be with his people
Helping Preston and being nice to him
Telling Desdemona you're against slavery
Telling Ricky Dalton saving synths is noble
Making Darla turn on Skinny by girlbossing her up
Helping the people during the U.S.S constitution quest
Buying from Erikson
So, looking at this, Strong values helping people,, community, taking care of your own. Like...the good Orc I described. And Strong wants to find the milk of human kindness. Does he know what kindness is? Does he want to learn how to be kind, because he thinks that is what the Super Mutants lack? Humans build cities, have families, advance in their world. The Super Mutants are raiders, cannibals. Does Strong realize that kindness and community are what rebuilds a society?
But here's where Strong gets fucky.
He also likes;
Killing Desdemona??
Being mean to Blake Abernathy??
Choosing violence where he should, really, dislike it, like threatening Madison Li?
Asking for more caps, when he also dislikes it?
KILLING SETTLERS???
Okay, so he changes his mind randomly. He'll be nice to Preston, but mean to Blake. He likes Desdemona and the railroad, but also...killing them. He dislikes it when Sole is rude, or uses Charisma for more money, but...doesn't. What?
Gets weirder with his dislikes.
Stealing and pickpocketing. Okay, that's a moral standing. He thinks it's wrong. But...he likes cannibalism. You can eat people, but don't take their stuff.
Asking for more money??
Being nice to Magnolia. Why?
Healing Dogmeat. Why? He likes helping Danny??
Helping the Vault Tec rep, when really he should like it, because that's building a community...which he likes...because he likes settlement stuff...
Siding with the railroad. Goes against liking Desdemona and helping synths.
Rescuing synths in RR quests. Which is it, buddy?
Talking to Erikson
Killing Phyllis Dally for being a synth...again, what is his opinion here
Giving Moe Cronin baseball stuff. Why? What's the point?
My problem with Strong is that I can't figure out who he's for. Danse has his people, Preston his, Cait hers...who, when picking up Fallout 4 for the first time, finds Strong, sticks with him for the whole game, and is able to max affinity with him naturally?
When I first played, I gravitated to Hancock and maxed him out without a guide, or even quickloading until I got whatever option he liked.
But Strong...if you like synths, you might think he does too. If you help synths, he ends up disliking it. If you help settlers, he likes it. If you kill them, he loves it. If you steal, he dislikes it. If you cannibalize people, he likes it. If you ask for caps, he dislikes it. If you ask for caps, he likes it. He is fucking everywhere.
Is he a immoral companion? I don't know, he likes Preston, and helping settlements, and being kind to kind people. But he also likes killing Virgil, bullying Blake and Wiseman at the slog, and again, eating people.
Look at Strong and his affinity checks and tell me what his values are, what kind of person he is. Does he value community, or every man for himself? Does he hate theft and materialism, or does he like caps? Does he want Sole to treat people accordingly, or does he want them to be mean to everyone, except Preston for some reason? Does he like Preston, or does he like killing settlers? Does he like killing settlers, or building towns for them and saving them? What the fuck does Strong do?
Hancock values community, dislikes authority, is a party-guy, and while he wants Sole to be kind, doesn't want them to stand for someone else being an asshole. Nick wants them to be the bigger man, and not butt heads just to butt, even if he likes them snarking occasionally. Strong apparently flips a coin and goes from there.
I can't stand in-game Strong because he serves no purpose. He has no perspective to share, no ideals or hard stances, no backstory, nothing. He doesn't represent his group, at least, not well. He doesn't develop at all and find that Milk. He doesn't even have a preferred faction to end with, he just wants the Railroad dead for no reason. He voices siding with the Institute, but he also hates the Institute in his voice lines, so what the fuck?
I just...I'm not willing to do the mental gymnastics to like Strong, or even justify him. If I have to do math to figure out a character, that character is not finished or properly realized. Like, X6 got shafted, too, but I don't need to talk myself through what X6 values. He's a more professional mercenary who dislikes anything that isn't the Institute. Done. But there's more there if I wanted to dig deeper and fully psychoanalyze him.
Strong is Strong. He hates and likes everything at once and good like figuring out which is which without a guide. Stick to cannibalism but don't steal. Sure. Thats a moral compass, I guess.
#fo4#fallout 4#i never write strong because there is no way to write him out of character imo#so he doesnt have a character to write#he might call sole weak. he might hug them. he might throw meat at them. maybe he has an epiphany.
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So mostly I try to just let the MCU be -for my own well mind as much as any issues with the MCU. But… im having thoughts tonight.
It’s been ages, and as I said I have mostly just been ignoring the MCU but I’m still not over TFATWS. So many disappointments, so many things could have been executed better. Like it was ok ultimately as a product. But I keep coming back to, who plotted this out and was in charge of characterization? Sam was ok, except for his entire background as a group therapy leader being utterly ignored. Or expanding much upon him as a character other than the bare minimum. Which actually becomes more an issue the more I think about it. And Bucky, I’ll get to Bucky. Then Walker is set up to become a guy I’m supposed to care about? Maybe? As a hero? No fucking way, that will be the day. Karli… geez… fucking a total mess that was. All the little things that they just didn’t care enough about it felt like.
Continue below for my rant about “What the fuck were they doing with Bucky in this series?”
So, Bucky. I know… I do but like he’s been around forever and I just don’t think anyone -well the hired and laid writers- knows what to do with him. He’s like the Castiel of the MCU -ok maybe not quite, that would be Loki. They just kinda throw him into the story in such a way that he’s intriguing! “Here’s the third(?) super soldier ever created. He was the second one’s, and first successful one’s, best friend. Like closest you can imagine. Would die for each other close, sleep with each other close -what do you mean gay?! Anyway, he’s supposed to be dead, but instead he was experimented on and has been cryo-hopping through the last few decades as a brainwashed dissociating assassin for the… Soviets? Hydra? Secret Nazis? All of the above? The baddies. Ok now the hero will have to spend two movies trying to find and free him, the most important person in his life (based on the content of these movies). All while trying to find love but for some reason he can’t…” like, yea it made me a little weird. It’s weird! And also sounds like an epic love story! Steve decided he must free Bucky from the brainwashing and mental chains the baddies have placed him in and through his love friendship he does! Bucky’s mind starts coming back to him, he is able to pull himself out of a state of deep dissociation tbh. It’s.. a choice. And then Steve chooses him over everyone in the world basically. So… that’s the basis of Bucky’s character.
So, now comes this series where the mysterious, dark hero with a troubled past and [gestures to that story above]. Is one of the main characters! Steve? He went back in time to be with his ex who a) died; b) lived a very happy life without him; c) leaves everyone he knows here. (Won’t get into that again).
Anyway, Series starts. Bucky wakes up from a horrific nightmare of the violence he was forced to do sleeping on the floor in a bare, in decorated, mostly furniture-less apartment. He is in therapy tho. Also, probation (which is a bundle of what the fuck). Part of his therapy is “He has to ask people he has wronged to forgive him.” Forgive him… for his actions… uh… his actions that hurt them… while he was brainwashed (with basically mind control technology)… ‘k. Right. So… someone decided “hey the brainwashed guy who, was being tortured into a state of mindless compliance.” Literally. That is what the pain chair did. “Yeah? Is uh… required to ask forgiveness to be absolved of his crimes. For the therapy for his PTSD or whatever. And then he’ll be forgiven by this one guy.? And he’ll be ok. Also he’ll decide to accept violence back into his life and end his therapy.” Right… that counts very healthy /s. (BTW I think whoever wrote this thinks that is perfectly fine).
Like, the guy I saw in Cap 2 seemed partially checked out most of the time. Possibly except to fight. In Cap 3 he could be sent into a mindless battle state with a couple words due to whatever torture he’d been through. There’s video proof! Wakanda did most of the heavy lifting, getting rid of the brainwashing (mostly). The therapy is just… idk, cuz? At minimum it’s bad, a bit negligent. Makes the therapist appear sorta incompetent at times. At worst it seems like a conspiracy and possible maliciousness on behalf of the therapist. But that’s never explored because it’s not what this is about. Which begs the question, why include it?
I understood the narrative, but there were deeper levels then “he feels guilty because he was controlled to do murders”. Like maybe it’s more complex than that? I can’t remember anyone saying “it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t you.” Or something to that effect. Even if that’s not what he wanted to hear I think someone should have said it and had that conversation with him. Idk. Just… just saying. Now he’s gonna be the healthy one in the Thunderbolts or whatever. Is that earned? Really? Idk man.
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something i just Don't Get is why no one ever thought to just levitate over everglen's gates. like, fitz is not the only elf out there who can levitate so high that it's hard to see the ground. and in inner cover art for the barnes and noble edition of flashback, shannon drew average sized trees that were taller than the gates. and while fitz and sophie do look kinda small in comparison to gates, they're not that small. people could totally levitate over.
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honest with me. (I)
pairings: spider-man!miguel diaz x reader
warnings: none!
summary: you've been in love with your best friend, miguel diaz, ever since he moved to queens. after spider-man saves you, you have your suspicions on who the masked hero might be.
note: so funny story, i found this edit on pinterest (i don't know who the original editor of this is im sorryyy) and it just gave me the idea to make this! i will also be writing for jaime reyes/blue beetle. i have an imagine in my drafts!
i will be basing miguel's spider-man on andrew garfield’s but apart from that it’ll be mostly similar to tom holland’s. will also be moving them from california to new york for obvious reasons.
miguel diaz was undoubtedly the most amazing person you ever met. so were your friends hawk and eli. although, there was something that set miguel aside from them.
maybe it was the way he always knew the right thing to say. or maybe that electricity that shocked you whenever you were walking next to each other and accidentally graze your hands together.
you looked up at miguel, his eyes fixed on samantha larusso. you knew he had a crush on her, even openly talking about it in the group during lunch.
it broke you. you weren't as rich as sam, you didn't consider yourself as beautiful as her, and you didn't think you were as smart as she was.
the bell loudly rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. you closed your books and shoved them inside your backpack, walking with miguel to the cafeteria where you both sat down and waited for hawk and demetri.
you took a sip from your chocolate milk, looking up to see miguel staring at you.
"don't tell me i have a milk moustache." you chuckle, raising your fingers to check your upper lip.
miguel chuckled and shook his head, "no, you look fine i was just uhh-" miguel looked past you, "just looking at those pigeons."
you looked back at the pigeons and furrowed your eyebrows, it was definitely strange. he wasn't looking at those pigeons, he was looking right at you.
"yeah, yeah... the pigeons." you nod.
hawk and demetri come at the moment, saving miguel from further embarassment.
hawk rambling about how he got into an argument with the history teacher, mr. arnold, over the assignment.
you weren't paying attention though, and by the looks of it neither was miguel, whose eyes you felt stare at you.
you look back at him and gave him a warm smile, pretending to listen to hawk, who by now was done with his rant. "anyways, i was thinking we could go to moon's party tonight?" hawk added.
"isn't it a school night?" you ask.
"well yeah, but that's how you know it's gonna be the cool people only. all the losers are gonna stay home studying." hawk replied.
demetri, miguel, and you looked at each other and then back at hawk.
"dude... we're all staying home and studying tonight, we have a math test tomorrow." demetri remarked.
"come on guys! we haven't done anything since like a month ago! demetri's always studying, (y/n)'s always working, and miguel is... well i don't know! what is it that you're always so busy with?" hawk asked.
miguel's shoulders went stiff as he looked around and stumbled for the right words, "i uhh- well i'm helping johnny out with his work."
you called bullshit. everytime one of you asked miguel to do something with him after school, he always used johnny as an excuse.
johnny was a nice guy tho. he and carmen had gone out on a disastrous date but by the end of it, she decided to give him another chance. ever since then, they had been absolutely inseparable.
"seriously, i think hawk's right. we need to hang out again! we always see each other in school and text but we should do something awesome together!"
the three boys agreed, "then it's settled, we'll do something this weekend."
miguel was gone before the final bell even rang. demetri, hawk, and you looked everywhere for him but like always he was nowhere to be found.
"screw it. let's just do study group at his house!" demetri exclaimed.
-
miguel's grandmother- or yaya, as he called her- answered the door, allowing the three of you in and offering a huge amount of food for all of you.
you sat down on miguel's bed, smelling strongly of him. you closed your eyes, a memory of the first time you met triggering you.
when miguel had just moved here, you were the first friend he made.
you lived in the building across to his and worked at the small coffee shop near those buildings.
miguel walked into the shop, quickly entranced by your beauty that he didn't notice you asking him what he wanted.
"sorry? oh yeah! i just wanted a donut please." he nervously smiled.
you nodded, "sure. what kind?"
"which do you recommend?" he inquired.
you leaned in closer, "between you and me. these are all stale and sort of disgusting. but the donut holes aren't so bad."
miguel laughed softly, "then i'll take some of those."
you nod, quickly ringing his order up. "alright, that'll be $6.29 please." you gave him a tight lipped smile.
miguel quickly took out a $10 dollar bill. while you handed him his change you looked up at him, "you're new here, aren't you?"
he nodded, his dark curls bouncing along. "yeah, how did you know?"
you shrugged, "it might be a very large city but we all know each other around this community." you retorted, "i'm (y/n), by the way." you offer your hand to shake his.
he looks at it before looking back at you and shaking it, "i'm miguel. nice to meet you, (y/n)."
you wrote down your number on a piece of paper, "i know it can get quite overwhelming around these parts. you know, being new here in such a big place. so if you ever wanna hang with me and my friends, you just give me a call."
a wide smile grew on miguel's lips, "that would be awesome! i'll definitely take you up on that offer. thanks a lot, (y/n)."
you nod, "it's no problem. see you around."
"(Y/N!)" demetri belted, “are you still with us?”
you cleared your throat, “yeah! i was just distracted, thinking about stuff.”
“they’re thinking about how they want to make out with miguel.” hawk butt in. you and demetri just groaned and shook your heads. you gently kicked him and went back to your work.
“oh look! spider-man just stopped a robbery at that convenience store we always go to.” demetri showed us his phone.
you and hawk leaned in, “he’s so cool.” you awed.
“dude, what’s your obsession with spider-man?” hawk asked.
“he saves the city, keeps all of us safe, and he’s got cool superpowers!” demetri replied defensively.
“seriously? anyone can do that. shit, i could do that!” hawk scoffed.
you shrugged, “i don’t know, dude. you’re really underestimating spider-man, he’s pretty cool.” you replied, “plus, i think it’s kind of heroic and hot what he does.”
“oooh, you’ve got it bad for spider-man, don’t you?” demetri teased.
you chuckled and shook your head, “no! well maybe yeah but it’s still super awesome!”
“you both are dorks.” hawk shook his head, going back on his phone to text whatever random person he was texting.
as you finished studying, hawk decided that he’d leave since he’s rather hang out with “hot babes” than two losers. demetri was next, his mom called him over for dinner.
that left you alone in miguel’s room. you stood up and yawned, stretching as you walked over to miguel’s mirror.
there was a picture of him hanging by the mirror. you sighed, “hey miguel. did you know i’m like probably deeply in love with you it’s pathetic? yeah, i know you like sam and you’ll probably never wanna see me again but… i just thought you should know that.”
it really was useless in your opinion. the way you were always pining over him when he was already pining for samantha larusso.
you sighed, packing up your stuff and saying goodbye to miguel’s yaya.
the thoughts of miguel still pestered your brain as you walked across the street, looking for your headphones. no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn’t go away. you didn’t even notice the reckless driver in front of you.
it wasn’t until you heard the horn only a few inches near you that you were absolutely paralyzed.
your thoughts quickly faded, chills ran through your body, and as much as you tried, you just couldn’t move out of the way.
was this really it? were you about to die without telling miguel how you felt? the butterflies he incinerated inside you?
a pair of arms swooped in, your legs left the ground and a small yell escaped your lips.
you landed on the sidewalk in front of your building. “holy shit! oh god, what the hell?” your breathing got faster and you felt like you could faint right here, right now.
your eyes darted in front of spider-man, who had his hamds around your waist. “(y/n)! are you alright? that was really close!”
your eyebrows furrowed and you nodded, feeling something extremely familiar about spider-man. “yeah! i think i’m alright- wait, how do you know my name?”
spider-man froze, “well uhh- oh! i know your friend, miguel! i’ve heard lots of good things about you.”
an idea clicked into your head, “oh, you know miguel? tan skin, dark curly hair, and extremely handsome?” you fought the smirk that threatened to form your lips.
“y-yeah! yeah, that’s him! you think he’s handsome?” he asked.
you nodded, “totally. he’s so handsome, intelligent, and charming. but don’t tell him i told you that!”
spider-man nodded in reply, “of course! your uh, your secret’s totally safe with me.” he chuckled.
you heard a gunshots and sirens coming down from the street. “i gotta go! just stay safe and look both ways before crossing, okay?” spider-man yelled as his hands ripped from your waist.
“bye spidey! thanks for saving me!” you waved, watching as the masked hero swung away.
maybe you were a bit woozy from almost getting splattered across the street but you were 100% sure of this.
miguel diaz was spider-man.
#cobra kai#cobra kai imagine#cobra kai headcanon#cobra kai x reader#miguel diaz#miguel diaz x reader#miguel diaz x you#miguel diaz x y/n#miguel diaz imagine#hawk x reader#eli moskowitz x reader#xolo mariduena x reader
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Home(Dinner Part 2)
Im shortening the exchange students name to S/N AKA student name
Sorry i forgot to answer the person who actually requested this @kurooandkarmaswife thank you sm for requesting! I hope you enjoy 😩
Also lets pretend you cant have more than 1 pact with a human cause yeah. If you havent read Dinner yet go read it since you’ll really only understand this if u read the first part
Fandom: Obey me!
Pairing: not really with anyone but has subtle undertones of solomon & Simeon x reader
Length: sort of long
Genre: Angst with comfort
Gn! Reader and exchange student!
Part three!
Dinner last night, was, well...pretty terrible. I ended up waking up at 2 am to the brothers STILL not home. Apparently even Diavolo had taken a liking to the new exchange student.
A day goes by and finally i get to meet the new exchange student.
Whoah
Is all i can think. I walk into the living room unnoticed as everyone is talking to the new exchange student, i wouldnt blame them.
They look incredible.
I felt a hint of jealousy wash over me. Seeing Mammon, Asmo’s and Beel’s joyful laughs as they talk to them. Their voice was ever so gentle, it’s what i imagine spring to sound like.
I tried forgetting about my distasteful thoughts of jealousy and walked over to them.
“Goodmorning!”
I called out to try and grab their attention
“Oh, MC! I didnt see you there;;”
Asmo said to me as he was taking selfies with the new exchange student
“This is the new exchange student”
Beel smiled
“Hi! My name is MC”
I happily introduced myself
“My name is S/N”
They brought their hand out and i shook it in return. Their eyes were ever so sweet, i felt the sadness come over me as i wore a soft smile.
Something tells me this wont end well.
Weeks go by as i barely get to see the brothers anymore. They’re always around S/N. I find myself longing the brothers touch. The random emergency texts i get from mammon, calls from Asmo asking me if i wanted to go to a club, Belphie always dragging me to his room to take a nap, Beel’s adorable goodnight texts, Lucifer’s complaints about work, Satan’s library dates, And levi’s rants about a certain anime he just watched.. i missed it all.
I guess i missed the warmth and the constant attention i got from them. The attention thats now being directed at S/N.
The new feeling of emptiness leads me to the Purgatory hall, a place i’ve been to quite often after S/N had won over the brothers.
I enter the room praying that i dont see S/N hogging Luke, Solomon, and Simeon’s attention....
What?
Did i just think that?
Am i that jealous?
Have i gotten so used to being in the spotlight that suddenly i become like this when not in the center?
Its an unpleasant feeling and i try to snap myself out of it as i see Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all happily seated on the couch drinking tea and eating pastries Luke made.
“MC! Hey!!”
Luke happily greets me as well as Solomon and Simeon. Im pulled to the couch as im seated next to Luke. I take a bite of the pastry and embrace the comfort of the sugary sweets.
The conversation goes on for a long time as hours go by. Soon enough the entire tray of pastries and tea are long gone.
As the clock hits 8 PM i realize ive been at the Purgatory hall for too long now. Excusing myself i go back to the house of Lamentation to be once again greeted by smiling faces and S/N laying out plates filled with food for the brothers.
The brothers quarrels, Satan’s face of annoyance, Asmo’s whining... The smell of warm food on the dinner table being handed out....
As i hide from the view of the brothers and S/N i look back to when it would to be me that made everyone dinner and calmed them down.
My chair.
My chair had been occupied by S/N,
What?
Did they expect me to sit on the floor for dinner or something?
As i slowly walked to my room i heard the deep voice of Lucifer
“Oh MC,,, sorry S/N is sitting on your spot, we thought you were gonna go to the purgatory hall for dinner tonight. We do apologize”
As i feel my throat closing up i smile and say in a bubbly tone
“Oh it’s fine! I was actually gonna go out with my friends for dinner anyways! I was just getting something from my room, i’ll be out in a sec!”
Lucifer gave me a warm smile and continued conversing with S/N
As i went to my room i started to realize the situation here. I’ve been replaced. I mean who wouldn’t replace me when the actual definition of an angel was right in front of them with their welcoming arms open.
As soon as i got to my room salty tears trailed down my cheeks,
Jealousy?
Sadness?
Anger?
Whatever the emotion was i wasn’t having it. Unlocking my DDD to be greeted by the wallpaper of me and the brothers all dressed up for a ball we went to together once. i tried to hold back my few tears as i called Solomon, a dear friend of mine.
“Hey solomon!!”
“Oh, yes MC? Is there anything you need?”
“I know i just left the purgatory hall but could I possibly stay there for the night?”
“Oh, of course! I dont exactly know why but Luke’s already whining about how you stayed for too little.”
“I’ll be right over”
I hung up the phone, my tears stopping after i heard that comforting voice of his.
That night i stayed at the purgatory hall, happily sleeping next to Luke, lulling him to sleep.
The purgatory hall became my escape. Solomon always made me laugh, Simeon always made sure i felt welcome there and Luke was practically my adopted son after how long i could stay with him.
As i went about the kitchen helping Luke make a pastry i showed him from the human world a strange feeling washed over me. The feeling of something being erased from my my soul, something was fading away. That something felt like it was piercing my soul.
I look around my body to see what it is. As i look around i see it.
My pact marks are starting to fade
I panic as i excuse myself and go back to the house of lamentation.
As i silently enter the room i hear the faint sound of the brothers, they’re discussing something.
“Cmon Satan you’ve gotta be quick! What if they find out?!”
“Removing a pact isnt that easy Mammon.”
As i listen more i realize what it is.
They’re trying to break my pact with me.
And for what exactly?
Because they want one with someone else.
That someone being S/N
It hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? tears flowed from my eyes in record time as i tiredly walk outside.
Devildom was a place the brothers always told me to beware of, but right now i couldnt care less.
While i walked around the town with puffy eyes and the stinging feeling of my pact marks being removed, i hear a certain group of people call my name, i look back to see Luke, Solomon and Simeon’s smiles quickly turn into frowns as they see my tears
“What’s wrong MC?!”
Luke worriedly asks
Unable to hold it in i tell Them.
“The brothers are trying to break my pact with them, they want one with S/N apparently. Im afraid i’ve been replaced by that saint..”
Solomon and Simeon’s face turn into faces of empathy while Luke’s turned quite sour
As Simeon came closer to me and pulled me close into a hugged he mumbles out a comforting phrase
“Whatever happens MC, you’ll always be welcome at the purgatory hall.”
The sentence made my stomach overflow with butterflies. I happily hug back, quickly accepting the purgatory hall as my new and improved home.
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Hello! May I request something for the Bakusquad August (event???) Where the group of friends accidentally and unintentionally keep leaving the reader out?? Like they've been hanging out without the reader, and when they're all having a conversation with each other and the reader tries to say something someone just cuts them off? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Then they start noticing the reader's change of behaviour around them and then when they confront the reader about it, reader suddenly breaks down and explains how they've been leaving them out and stuff- Thenn they apologize and the rest is up to you ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎
That turned out way longer than I thought it would be O-O Sorry if it's too specific btw!! I've just been craving a lot of angst with fluff lately (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) But if you do do it, thank youuu!!!
Forget-Me-Not, Friends! - Bakusquad August Event!
Bakusquad August Masterlist
Pairing: Platonic!Bakusquad x Ex-Bakusquad Member!Reader, Platonic Dekusquad x Dekusquad Member!Reader
Genre: angst, smidge of fluff
a/n: I really like this ask, not done angst for a long time! And I'm deciding that I may keep anonymous asks on forever, because I just never remember to turn them off. Definitely not because I love you guys too much, no no no...
(L/n) sometimes wondered whether [insert pronouns] existed or not, because [insert pronouns] so called ‘friends’ surely didn’t make [insert pronouns] feel that way. It all began on Monday, when the class was talking about what they did over the weekend just before class started. (L/n) had nothing to say, but was excited to see [insert pronouns] friends nonetheless. For some reason, whenever the [insert hair colour]ed [insert gender] try to speak, [insert pronouns] would be ignored, but when Kirishima said the exact same thing, it would erupt in laughter and jokes. It wasn’t fair, but (L/n) was optimistic enough to believe that tomorrow would be a better day. [Insert pronouns] was wrong, so so wrong.
It got worse with every growing day, to the point that Mina would organise hangouts without telling or including [insert pronouns]. To say it hurt was an understatement. (Y/n) drifted away from the group and sat at [insert pronouns] desk, only to see a frowning freckled face, and short-haired brunette above [insert pronouns].
“Are you okay, (L/n)-chan?” (L/n) looked up, it was Ochako speaking. {Insert pronouns] suddenly felt all fuzzy and warm inside, a completely foreign feeling to [insert quirk]-user. None of [insert pronouns] friends had ever added an honorific onto the end of [insert pronouns] name before. In fact, (L/n) couldn’t remember the last time [insert pronouns] and Ochako had had a decent conversation, but she treated the [insert gender] like someone she’d known for years. That’s how friends were supposed to treat each other, right?
“I’m not okay, actually,” (L/n) admitted, sighing sadly, “My quote on quote friends keep ignoring me, it’s really annoying when Kirishima suddenly becomes the funny guy in the room, Mina and Denki plan hangouts without me, and Bakugou, Sero and Jirou don’t even bat an eyelid in my direction.” Deku looked sympathetically at his classmate. He had almost never spoken to [insert pronouns], except at the sports festival when [insert pronouns] had managed to come second place, yet despite this, he knew what it was like to be in (L/n)’s shoes. The freckled boy smiled at his classmates as he proposed they all hung out together. (Y/n) thought about the offer at hand, before quickly accepting. The others didn’t care about [insert pronouns]? Well, [insert pronouns] didn’t care about them either.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Or, in this case, and eye for an eye, a friend for a friend.
Days passed, and only then did the Bakusquad notice (Y/n)’s absence. [Insert pronouns] was hanging out with Ochako, Deku and Iida. What went wrong? Were they not fun anymore? Would (L/n) rather spend [insert pronouns] with a bone-breaking teacher’s pet, a rip-off Kirby and a stuck-up stickler for rules? Eyes widened when the [insert quirk]-user would roll [insert pronouns] eyes at Mina and Denki when they offered to hang out with [insert pronouns], (Y/n) would crack side-splitting jokes unintentionally, and never even breathed in Sero, Bakugou and Jirou’s direction.
Enough was enough.
“Oi, (Y/n)-”
“Don’t call me that, only my friends are eligible to call me that.” (Y/n) had [insert pronouns] head held up high, as if [insert pronouns] was looking down at the people before [insert pronouns]. Bakugou scoffed at the behaviour presented before him.
“Stop being so stuck up (Y/n), it’s fuckin’ annoying and childish.” (L/n) rolled [insert pronouns] eyes at the blonde, and spoke up again.
“You know what’s fuckin’ annoying Katsuki? The fact that none of my own so called ‘friends’ can tell whether or not I’m in the room. The fact that you all don’t notice my presence but can notice my absence. The fact that you all hang out without me in peace, but cause trouble when I don’t hang out with you. There’s a reason for that Katsuki, THERE’S A FUCKING REASON.” (L/n) spat out every word like it was venom, coated in poison. {Insert pronouns] was full on ranting, [insert pronouns] voice getting louder and raised at least two octaves with every new sentence. The bakusquad, and everyone in the room at that point, were trembling with how angry and upset their classmate was getting. But, (Y/n) wasn’t going to stop ranting anytime soon, no. {Insert pronouns] had some people to put in their place. Every word was like a slap in the face. Mina was on the verge of tears, Jirou holding her to her chest. (L/n)’s voice cracked.
“Why?”
It took only one word for the heartbroken, grief stricken hero to break apart the Bakusquad. And it took only one word for (Y/n) (L/n) to break down. Iida rubbed his best friend’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort [insert pronouns].
“We’ll be going now.” Iida, (L/n), Deku and Ochako walked away from the Bakusquad.
And, with that, the Bakusquad was no more.
“We’re sorry.”
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