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Can I ask you to write about spencer being in a relationship with y/n and jj confess her feelings to him as they're being held hostage and they're on speaker the whole time and the whole team and spencer's girlfriend hears it and after spencer and jj are safe and days passes by spencer just be confused and distended but his girlfriend didn't say anything about it even though she wasn't feeling okay about it at all until they have an argument about it.
Miscommunication
Spencer Reid x Gen!Reader
Spencer’s been avoiding talking to you since JJ confessed her love for him. You have had enough.
Warnings/Content: Angst, angry reader, sad reader, sad Spencer, Spencer can’t talk about feelings so great. Ends with fluff.
You couldn’t sleep.
It had been two weeks since the hostage situation, since you feared for your boyfriend’s life and the life of JJ—one of your closest friends. But the fear had morphed into confusion, then the horrible crushing feeling of betrayal. JJ had confessed her love for your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. She was a married woman, it had been ten years since Spencer had a brief infatuation for her but she couldn’t let go.
And now you couldn’t sleep.
Things had been awkward. Spencer didn’t really want to talk about what happened, and a part of you understood that. But a much louder, much angrier part of you wanted to grab him and shake him and tell him to for fucks sake just talk to you.
You sighed as you sat up in bed, hands rubbing tiredly down your face. You looked over, Spencer was asleep curled on his side, facing away from you. It was seemingly an innocuous position, but it didn’t ease the anxiety that maybe Spencer didn’t love you anymore—or worse, never loved you at all. Maybe he’d been pretending, maybe you’d been his second choice when JJ slipped out of his grasp.
Slowly, you climbed out of bed, careful not to wake him. The anxiety was growing, crushing, your stomach twisting into double knots then triple knots as your mind spiralled.
Breathe. You needed to breathe.
You shuffled to the living room, bare feet gently padding across the hardwood floors as you approached the window overlooking the street, cracking it open to let air in and bracing your hands on the windowsill, letting your head hang low.
Your heart beat so hard it ached, and the tears you couldn’t fight blurred your vision into watercolours.
“Hey.”
Spencer’s voice nearly jumped you out of your skin. His sock-clad feet had allowed him to accidentally creep up on you. You didn’t know, but he’d woken up the moment he couldn’t feel you next to him, his hand blindly reaching out to find still-warm sheets but no you, and he immediately worried.
“Oh. Hey.” You force a smile as you turn around, hastily wiping your eyes and trying to make it look like you’re simply tired. But you’re both profilers, and Spencer isn’t an idiot, even without his glasses or contacts on in the late hours of the night he can see your red-rimmed eyes. His face falls.
“What’s wrong?” He immediately takes long strides towards you. One step, two, three, then he reaches you. He reaches out to you, but you step back.
“I can’t…I can’t be kept in the dark anymore, Spencer.” You don’t want to do this, you really don’t. You just want to go back to bed with Spencer in your arms or you in his but you know you can’t. You need to talk about this. You need an answer.
He seems to know what you’re talking about before you can even continue, as his gaze falls to the floor. He doesn’t want to talk about it.
“Can we just talk about this in the morning?” The exhaustion in his voice almost makes you crack, but you stand firm.
“No, Spencer. We can’t just talk about this in the morning.” The words come out sharper than intended, and you grimace, but you keep going. “You’ve been avoiding it—me, for two weeks!”
Spencer doesn’t say anything, but his hands clench into fists by his sides. He can’t bring himself to look up at you, the shame gnaws at his insides because he knows you’re right and it hasn’t been fair to you. He tried to ignore the way your crestfallen expression tugged at his heart whenever you tried to talk about it and he turned you away.
You finally ask the dreaded question, pulling it from beneath the lump in your throat and through your teeth. “Do you love her?”
Spencer’s eyes widen and his gaze snaps up to you in disbelief. He wanted to say no, he did, because he didn’t love JJ. Not like that, anyway. But seeing how angry you were, how tired you were, he found the air trapped in his lungs and all that escaped was a small sound that left him mentally kicking himself and calling himself the worlds biggest idiot.
And because of this, you thought you had your answer. He did. He loved JJ. Not you.
You force back the next wave of tears, your eyes and throat burning with the effort of keeping them unshed. You feel your heart shatter in your chest.
“I see.” You manage to say, trying to hide your heartbreak behind a cold mask. You were never good at that, not with him. With him you were an open book. “Well. I’ll get out of your way, then. I’ll take my stuff in the morning.”
You try to walk past him, but he stops you, his hand grasping your wrist. Not hard enough to hurt or bruise, simply a silent plea for you to stop and listen. You want so badly to wrench out of his grip, to scream and cry and hate him for hurting you but you don’t. You can’t. You love him too much. So you stop, and you wait.
“I don’t love her.” Spencer finally says, his voice so earnest you have a hard time not believing him but a part of you still doubts. “She’s my friend, and I’ll always love her as a friend. But that’s it, I promise. I love you.”
His hand slides down from your wrist to your hand, fingers curling around yours as his thumb lightly rubs across your palm. His eyes are wide and wet, pleading with you to believe him, not to push him away.
You don’t trust yourself to talk without crying, so you take a shaky breath to try and steady yourself without speaking. It doesn’t work, you can feel the tears falling as you open your mouth.
“Why didn’t you talk to me?” Your voice comes out more broken than you wanted it to as your face crumples. “I was scared you didn’t love me anymore, and when you didn’t talk about it…I thought I’d been right.”
Spencer frowns before bringing your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, voice muffled against your skin. “I was scared. And an idiot. I was scared that no matter what I said, you wouldn’t believe me. It was stupid, and I’m sorry.”
You nod, and even though you’re still crying, the knot in your stomach begins to unwind. “I’m sorry, too.”
Spencer visibly deflates with relief and gently tugs you into his arms, face dropping to your shoulder as one of his hands cradles the back of your head. Your fingers dig into the soft fabric of his worn sleep shirt, feeling the muscles in his back begin to relax beneath your hands.
“I love you so much. Please don’t forget that, even when I’m being an idiot.” He kisses your shoulder to punctuate the statement, his arms gently squeezing your waist.
“I love you too.” Your arms wrap tighter around him, and you feel the smile growing on your lips as you finally feel at peace for the first time in two weeks.
The two of you stand there for quite some time, simply holding each other, before Spencer yawns into your shoulder.
“Can we go to bed now?” He mumbles, pulling back but not letting go of you, a sleepy smile on his face that makes your chest feel fuzzy she warm.
“Yeah, as long as you hold my hand.” You’re half-joking, and you see Spencer’s smile grow as he begins to tug you along to your shared bedroom.
Once you get there, he all but flops onto the bed, but he takes you with him, laughing at your surprised yelp as you land on top of him. Once you gather your bearings, you adjust slightly, resting your head on his chest and curling your arms around him like a koala. You could hear his heartbeat beneath your ear and the sound of sheets crinkling as he pulls the blankets up over the two of you.
“I love you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head when your eyes slip closed, the scratchy five o’clock shadow on his skin lightly brushing your forehead. “Always will.”
You try to say it back, but it comes out a borderline incomprehensible mumble, and you can feel him smile.
He knows what you wanted to say.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid angst#x reader#part two?#request
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In Death's Embrace
Jason x Death!Reader
His head is in your lap, the sun peeking through the black locks of his hair. He grumbles at the light interrupting his nap, and turns and presses his face into your thigh. You chuckle, carting a hand through his hair just like he loves you to.
He’s at peace. The world is at peace. He’s safe here, in your unending embrace, and he knows he’ll never have to leave it. He knows that’s the way it should be.
“You’re so clingy today,” you tease him, and he chooses to ignore your words. The quiet is peaceful, and he longs for more of it, even as he wants your words too. Of course, as always, you understand. Instead, you whisper sweet nothings to him, gazing out at the wheat fields surrounding the two of you.
There’s a book in your hand, the one that doesn’t pet him. It’s in a language he doesn’t know, doesn’t recognise. It’s probably as old as you are.
He didn’t know much about you. He didn’t need to. He understood who you were, what you were. He wasn’t stupid. He understood that you comforted billions of others, held them like you held him. Maybe once he would’ve been jealous, but he knew that feeling was pointless too.
Here, you wouldn’t let him feel anything but peace. Here, he needn’t want for anything but you, and you’d always give yourself over to him freely.
Your hand pauses in his hair. It tightens. Jason likes the feeling, likes anything you do to him, but he senses your tension, and opens his eyes. You’re not looking at him, instead staring up at the blue sky. Mouth pursed, you tilt your head.
You look back down at him, smiling softly. It’s the same as every other smile you give him, but he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t trust it. Something’s wrong, and he’s filled immediately with a sense of panic he hasn’t known in years.
“Fascinating,” you say, and Jason pulls himself up from your lap, grabbing your hands in his. You let him move you, let him pull you to your feet, don’t resist as he follows his instincts, running into the strands of wheat like hell is on his heels.
It might be.
“Jason,” you call his name, your voice calm despite his hurried breathing, “Jason, dear.”
He pauses just long enough to look back at you, to look at the blue sky cracking open in jagged edges, to see the reeds pulling backward into a gaping void. He can feel the sucking gravity, and he plants his feet against the wind. You’re unaffected by the tear in the sky, your hair calm, your clothes still.
“Jason, it’s a good thing. Not many get a second chance,” you cajole him, pulling on hand from his grasp to cup his chin. He leans into your touch, savouring it, needing it.
“It’s not. I won’t leave you, I can’t,” he whispers, his words almost lost in the roar of the wind.
“You have no choice,” and your eyes are almost… sad. He doesn’t think that’s right. He doesn’t think someone like you should feel sad. You’ve seen so much, know so much.
What does it say for his future? What does it mean, when Death looks at you with pity?
“Save me, please,” he begs you, and you shake your head.
“I have no choice, either. You must make the most of it, Jason. You must do your best. And I’ll be here when you come home, waiting for you,” you promise him, and he has to choke down a sob. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
He was supposed to have you forever.
“How can I when you’re not there with me?”
You peer into his eyes, and the void rips wider behind you.
“You won’t remember me, darling.”
The last thought, before it takes him, before it swallows him whole, is that that’s the worst part.
Part two!
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason tod x y/n#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd headcanon#red hood x you#red hood x y/n#batfam x reader#part two?#ive also got an idea for persephone!jason x hades!reader#where hes hopelessly in love with you and very grumpy everytime has has to go bring spring in or whatever#and youre “like the fate of the world rests on this go do your job” and he's like “but babe :(”
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Menace; Coriolanus Snow
pairing - young!coriolanus snow x darker!reader
summary - you may not be with coriolanus, but that won’t stop you from hurting anyone who tries to get with him
words - 1.32k
warning - reader is somehow WORSE than coriolanus. both reader and coriolanus get jealous easily. enemies to lovers type deal??
note - if you guys want a part 2 lmk!! requests are open so don't be afraid to request something! This is based off the song Menace by Mazie!!
“Everything I want you know I’m gonna get it,” you warned Coriolanus as he taunted you about the plinth prize.
Dean Highbottom had just announced the last assignment that determines who will be awarded the prize: becoming a mentor for one of the twenty-four tributes. You both had been assigned to District 12, with you being given Jessup Diggs while Coriolanus got Lucy Gray Baird.
Ever since you were children, you and Coriolanus have been rivals; it started the day you had to fight him for food during the war. Every little thing leading up to this day has been a competition. Being as rich as your family is, you technically don’t need the money, but knowing poor Coryo does makes you want it anyway. You are going to win this prize, even if it is the last thing you do.
Making your way to a group of your classmates, you were right by Coriolanus, every stride matching his. For how much you two hate each other, you both are rather close; there is not a day you go without speaking to him.
As you reached them, you heard one of them calling your name, only to be faced with Arachne.
“So, you still coming to the party?” she asked. When you didn’t answer, she continued, “C’mon, don’t let this little setback stop you from partying.”
The group had planned to celebrate the winner of the Plinth Prize, whoever it was. Certain you were going to win the award, you agreed to attend the celebration. Who wouldn’t want to go to a celebration for them? Now, this was before the latest announcement regarding the award, but being the ‘party animal’, as everyone calls you, you were still going.
“Of course she is going, Arachne.” Coryo answered for you, smirking and staring down at you, “Ms. ‘life of the party’ would never pass up a chance to loosen up.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.
He knew damn well; he’s just as wild as you are at these gatherings, but no one ever calls him out on it. He’s too famous at this school for anyone to call him out on anything.
“I can answer for myself, Coriolanus,” you muttered. “And yes, I am going; you can count on it”
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Arriving at the party, you noticed your classmates were already drunk and high off their minds on morphling, this was expected. Most students take whatever chance they can get to stray away from all the stress caused by the Academy. However, you didn’t expect to see two girls hanging onto Coriolanus, who was enjoying it. You caught his eye as you walked into the room. All he did was smirk at you, knowing what you were thinking.
You wouldn’t say you are a jealous person- that is a lie. You are one hundred percent a jealous person. You and Coriolanus weren’t together and never will be, but there is still the silent communication that you two belong together. Everyone in the Capital knows it: Coriolanus Snow and the sweetheart of the Capital- a power couple. Knowing you couldn’t do anything about it at the moment, you let him do his thing and walked to grab a drink.
Throughout the night, Coriolanus stuck by one girl in particular, Persephone Price- the one girl who was not scared of you. Though she might after tonight, you’ll just have to teach her not to mess with what’s yours.
From your spot on the couch, you watched as Coriolanus and Persephone chatted. How she would giggle at everything he said like he was the funniest man in the universe. You could tell he was trying to irritate you as he watched you closely with the blonde girl on his lap. Persephone leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips, his eyes still on you as the kiss turned into something more.
Standing up, you rolled your eyes and made your way to the nearest available man, before dragging him to the dance floor. With your body pressed against the man - whose name you did not know, you couldn’t help but maintain eye contact with Coriolanus, wishing it was he who you were dancing with.
Once you took your eyes away from the lounge area, you allowed yourself to focus on the man behind you. After all your hard work at the academy and the rivalry with Coryo, you deserved to have fun; this man will help with that.
You were quite enjoying yourself before you heard a whisper in your ear, “Your little boyfriend and his girl just walked up the stairs.” Turning your head just in time, you were able to catch a glimpse of Coriolanus being led into a room with Persephone in front of him. “Go ahead, go follow them.” You felt awful knowing he was aware you were just using him, but you thanked him nonetheless before escaping his grasp.
Walking into the room, anger filled your system, seeing clothes scattered around and Persephone on top of Coryo on the bed. The moment he saw you, she was pushed off of him immediately.
“Get out,” You motioned with your head towards the door, your eyes still locked with Coriolanus, only turning your head to face her once she stayed where she stood, “Now.”
Realizing she wasn’t going to leave, you ran up to her and pushed her till her small body hit the wall. “You just don’t know how to listen, do you?” You kept hitting her head on the wall; if she wasn’t going to take her chance to leave, you made sure she wasn’t going to leave at all.
You heard Coriolanus call out for you to stop once you felt her body go limp in your hands. She wasn’t dead- at least you thought she wasn’t, but all you could feel was a sense of pride. You’ve seen Coriolanus do it before, many times, whether it was to someone who tried to get with you or just pissed him off.
“That certainly was exhilarating,” He couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for the girl laying on the floor; she knew what was coming, “and oddly familiar.” Coriolanus suddenly remembered the time he did the same thing to a guy at a previous party.
“Oh Coryo, you may have done it first, but you know I do it better,” you smirked while stepping over the girl’s body. You made your way to the pile of clothes on the side of the bed where he sat.
“Put on your clothes and meet me downstairs,” you told him, throwing him his white undershirt before putting on the sweater he had been wearing at the party. “You’re walking me home.”
“But everyone will see us walking out together.” Was he really worried about being seen walking out of the party with you?
You nodded your head before explaining how that is exactly what you want them to see. They need to know that no matter how hard they try, you have him wrapped around your finger. “As I told you before, Coryo. Everything I want, I’m going to get.” Whether it is his fame or his sweaters, you are going to own him.
“You’re a menace” he uttered, afraid of what you had just done. He wondered how you could do that to Persephone and proceed to simply take the cable knit sweater he was previously wearing.
Smiling, you turned him and made sure he heard your reply, “Don’t you forget it.” He watched you intently as you winked at him and walked out the door, leaving him to sit in the dark room.
He did walk you home that night, and everyone at that party watched as you exited hand in hand. Your peers now know not to mess with you when you want something.
#coriolanus snow#tbosas#the hunger games#coriolanus snow x reader#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tom blyth#coriolanus x you#coriolanus snow x fem!reader#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#reader is crazy#power couple#enemies to lovers#part two?
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CAN U PLEASEEEEE DO ONE WHERE THE READER GETS PREGNANT BY CATNAP AND DOGDAY PLEASEEEEEE‼️🥺
A/N: didn’t know if you wanted smut or not but this will be smut, fluff, and a little angst.
“..Are you serious?”
Relationship(s): Catnap x pregnant!bunny!reader x Dogday 🔞
Warning(s): nsfw , angst , fluff (in that order)
You all were on your fifth round for the night and you were so tired, you came six times in total while Dogday and Catnap were on their third. but how could you resist your handsome puppy? who asked so nicely could he cum inside one more time? you groaned as you positioned yourself, your pretty pussy pushing out cum. Catnap was quick to wipe it and push it back into you. “gotta make sure none falls out, Midnight.” “you don’t wanna waste our cum, now do you, Angel?”
Dogday pushed his swollen, pre-cum pushing tip into you. He groaned at the warmth as he settled his hands on your waist. he set a ruthless pace, making sure his cock hit that spot to make your head reel. you gripped the sheets as you arched yourself for him. “oh fuck, good girl..” Dogday growled out as he grabbed your cotton tail and made you meet his thrusts each time he pulled your tail back. he couldn’t help but whimper as your gummy walls closed around his sensitive cock. Catnap had been watching for the most part until he snuck beside you two and put his fingers on your clit. fuck, they were playing dirty. before long, Dogday was fucking you into the mattress as you squirted on his cock. Dogday bit into your shoulder, causing blood, to quiet his own devastatingly loud moan as he poured his hot liquid into you.
It’s been a few weeks since then. you had been feeling very weird. weird mood swings, weird food cravings, and alot of throwing up. your lovers were very worried but you couldn’t ease their nerves as you didn’t even know what was wrong with you. finally, after a very violent fight with your stomach, you seeked help. you were sat in the doctors office as he examined you. he finally made it to your stomach with his x-ray and his mouth went wide. before long, there was so many doctors in the room, crowding you to look at the x-ray. you wondered what was so special before one of them yelled out.
“SHES PREGNANT?”
your heart dropped out your ass. pregnant? what the fuck where they talking about? your a stuffed animal for gods sake! but.. that would explain everything. and it’s not that weird compared to you guys having actual organs, emotions, dicks and pussys and your own mind. you walked out the office with a special ring around your finger so the higher ups could monitor you, closely. One doctor telling you “no more sex while pregnant, you hear me, hun?”
you walked around the playcare, watching the kids play and talk with one another. you couldn’t help but imagine your own litter running around here. you wondered how they’d look or who’s sperm you took? more then likely, it was Dogdays. he came inside you the most, hell, that was his favorite place to dump his seed into. you hadn’t been paying much attention and bumped into Hoppy. she turned and smiled at you, waving. “oh. hi, Y/N! what’s up? wanna see if you can jump higher then me?” “I would prefer not to, I’m kinda tired.” Hoppy was gonna push harder but one of the many children, Toby, you believe began to pull her away. he looked back at you as the two walked and waved at you, smiling. he had helped you. sweet kid.
you had felt eyes watching you as you continued walking. you shook it off as pregnancy jitters and headed to your home. before you could make it inside, Catnap came from behind you and grabbed your hand. He looked at your finger and then back at you. “..why do you have a ring?” he asked as he watched your face. you chuckled as you thought up something quick. “oh, one of the kids gave me this!” he looked at you questioningly before going inside the home. you sighed, one of relief that he didn’t question you more. you went inside and seen Dogday already sitting and looking straight at you. his eyes fondled over the ring to but he didn’t say anything.
you all were laying in your bed. it was cramped and you didn’t want them to squeeze you or your babies so you asked could they leave. Dogday was abit taken back but he respected your wishes nonetheless. “Anything for you, Angel..” he muttered as he kissed against your cheek. he got up and waited for Catnap. Catnap wasn’t as easy though. “hah? the fuck are we leaving for?” “kitty, just leave it alone and let’s go.” Catnap looked at Dogday and looked back at you. “you know what? fine. whore yourself out to whoever gave you a ring.” Dogday looked at Catnap as he walked out. Dogday looked back at you and his gaze softened. “He didn’t mean that, Angel. but..” pause. “you have been acting weird and distant, lately. I won’t push but..” Dogday paused again and sighed as he turned to walk out. “please talk to us about it sooner than later.”
you laid in your empty bed, cold. it was quiet and dark. usually Catnap and Dogday would be cuddled into your side, licking your neck and shoulders while you laughed and begged them to stop, saying how tickled you were. you cuddled into yourself and began to cry, the salty tears dropping onto your sheets rather than the fuzzy orange fur you were used to crying in. you missed them, so much.
the next couple days, they steered clear from you. you had tried to look for them but everytime you got close enough, they would walk away or another critter would softly steer you away, thinking you guys had a fight and needed space from one another. you waited until Dogday and Catnaps day to clean the aftermath of the arts and crafts and snuck into the building with them. Once, they had begun to clean, that’s when you appeared.
they both looked at you. Dogday didn’t have much of an expression but you could tell he was happy from the way his tail wagged, aggressively. you always smiles when his tail would do that. Catnap frowned as he saw you, dropping the broom and planning to walk away. you quickly reacted and started to talk, fast. “w—wait, please!” Catnap looked at you, giving you the ‘five seconds’ glare. you took a breath as you began to get scared. your hands playing with the hem of your fur as they watched you. Dogday watched you, patiently while Catnap had gotten tired of waiting and was beginning to walk away again.
“I—I’M PREGNANT!”
Everything went silent. Both their eyes were on you. you had their full attention. “..Are you serious?” “oh, Angel..” Dogday was the second to break the silence as he hurried towards you, embracing you in his warm fur. you quietly sobbed into him as he held you. you didn’t even notice Catnaps steps as he came behind you and softly patted you, his tail squeezing your thigh, reassuringly.
when you had finished, Dogday and Catnap stared at you, smiles illuminating their faces. Dogdays tears falling just as quick as yours while Catnaps eyes were just glazed with tears. “I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” Catnap said as his tail squeezed harder on your thigh. you gently caressed his cheek and smiled. “it’s okay.. you couldn’t have known, kitty.”
From then on, you were treated as fragile glass. hungry? they’ll make you something. Thirsty? catnaps already got you a glass of milk. Need help bathing? they got you for sure. doing your duties with kids? uh- no unless it’s just coloring. They had got you a bigger bed so you all could fit and you could have a little space to your belly. Dogday laid his hands on your stomach as well as Catnap as he chuckled, tears threatening to spill again.
“we’re gonna be dads..”
you laughed as they both talked to your stomach like the babies could hear them. you stopped laughing as you felt a kick against Catnaps finger. Catnap and Dogday looked at eachother as they both freaked out, knowing their baby could hear them! oh, they were gonna be pawesome dads.
A/N: def making a part 2! can someone draw the baby, please? if not, I’m gonna have to use a picture I found on google 😭. but this was great, thanks for requesting, anon! also I think this is the longest story I’ve wrote.
TAGS : @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol
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A Night to Remember | Moon Knight System x Reader
Word Count | 4.5k
Summary | A nice night with your boyfriend Marc quickly unveils into chaos. A third altar? A horrifying demon? Your half-assed Egyptian God of Wind and Air, Shu? What could possibly go wrong.
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“Here you go.”
You smile sweetly at your boyfriend as you set the cup down on the coffee table, taking care not to spill the hot contents inside.
“Thanks, baby,” Marc says as he sinks further into the couch, the NFL playing on the television becoming a background buzz. You watch him with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before snapping open again. His breathing is heavier than normal and it’s almost as if he’s curling in on himself as he sits there, eyes blank.
“You alright, Marc?” You murmur, reaching over to lay a hand on his shoulder softly. At the contact, his gaze shoots to you. He mumbles something incoherent before speaking up.
“Mm, i’m alright, hon. Jus’ a little dizzy. That’s all…”
You hum noncommittally, not sitting down yet as you observe him carefully.
“Stevey’s not trying to front, is he?” you ask calmly, head tilting in question. A few dark locks of hair fall over his forehead as he blinks blearily over at you. His strong jaw is accentuated by the gentle glow of the lamp, his features seeming to darken with exhaustion. “Marc?”
He shakes his head.
Your lips thin as you keep watching him, a part of you suspecting that Steven was, in fact, trying to take the body. He continues to sit there in a haze, and you think for a moment before cupping his face gingerly. He blinks up at you, though it's as if he's not really seeing you.
“I’m gonna get you some water, alright? I don’t think coffee is gonna do you any good right now.”
Marc doesn’t respond. Turning on your heel, you quickly make your way back into the kitchen, hands wringing together in worry. Marc can handle it, you remind yourself. He’s a big boy. Nevertheless, you can’t help but put an extra hop in your step, hoping to get the glass of water and return to his side pronto. The glass is cold in your hands, the filtered water that had been sitting in the fridge making it even more so. Though you can’t see into the lounge from where you are, you can't help but keep glancing towards the doorway in concern for your lover.
The water quickly rises to the top of the cup. You hurry back into the room.
Except now, Marc isn’t there. You stop in place, lips pursing. Where had he…? Before your mind could come up with anything crazy, you heard the soft thud of footsteps approaching you from behind.
“Marc, lovely? How are you…feeling?”
As you spun around to face him, your words slowly trailed off. Marc was standing there, but immediately you could tell there was something off. His eyes seemed to have gotten somehow darker, his back straighter than usual. Any signs of his previous delirious state had practically vanished into thin air. You cocked your head to the side, assessing him. Silently, he stared back, his empty stare now a piercing glare.
“Marc?” you cleared your throat, “You alright?”
Slowly, like a creeping vine, a smile made its way across his lips.
“Fine, darling.” He replied, though there was something off about that too. His voice was rasping just a little too much, a strange accent lacing his voice. He narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?”
You blinked a couple of times while you processed his words.
“Fine,” you stammered. “Um, I suppose you’re feeling better then.” You amended, not fully believing that he was just suddenly okay. Just to make sure, you shot him a sheepish grin, beckoning him over. Wordlessly, he answered your call, coming closer. When he was within reaching distance, you raised the back of your hand to his forehead, feeling the skin there for any signs of a fever. At the unexpected action, he looked down at you with confusion, body tensing. Before he could ask, you were already retracting your hand to your side. “You’re not coming down with something, right? I mean, you don’t feel warm but your voice…”
His dark chocolate eyes met yours with a sudden intensity, making you bring your bottom lip between your teeth. Nervous. Why were you nervous all of a sudden?
“Maybe I am getting sick,” he said slowly, eyes tracking the length of your face carefully. “I feel a little…faint.”
Knew it. You gave him a reprimanding look, bringing your hands up to push him back down onto the couch next to you. He went down with ease, not putting up a fight. Remembering the glass of water you had discarded onto the table, you quickly found it, situating it in his hands.
“Drink,” you ordered.
He did so, eyes still not leaving you even as his throat bobbed with each swallow. You mirrored him, eyes a little tight around the edge as you regarded his actions. A dreadful feeling crept up your spine but you shrugged it off for the time being, leaning onto the arm of the sofa casually.
“Can’t believe Konshu would let his avatar get sick,” you murmured, loud enough for Marc to hear. “I’d say the old geezer’s not exactly doing his job right, is he?” The silence that met you was eerie. Marc lowered the glass from his lips, reaching over to place it on the oak table. He didn’t say anything, didn’t laugh. Normally, Marc would be the first to laugh at any remark or joke made at Konshu’s expense, so this quiet response had you concerned. He must have realised his silence unsettled you, as the next moment he was cracking a small grin.
“Yes, well…” he didn’t finish his sentence. Just sat there, something heavy going on behind those almond eyes of his. You wanted to do something, hold his hand, but that daunting feeling was back. When he glanced at you, you swore that, even for a second, you were looking at a stranger. But if it wasn’t Marc, then who was it? At the thought, you blinked repetitively, mentally scolding yourself. You were just paranoid. All the worry for his well being was turning your head into mush. But the idea was incessant, haunting. Maybe something funny was going on up in his deep and complex mind; perhaps Steven was causing a ruckus. You nearly laughed at the thought of your sweet British man doing anything remotely annoying or ‘causing a ruckus.’
“Hey, Marc?” you spoke, conscientious about what you were saying. “Are you sure you’re the only one driving the car, right now? I mean, Steven’s not shotgunning, right?” He looked at you with bewilderment, as if the analogy wasn’t one the two of you had used a thousand times before. Quickly though, you watched as he dispersed of the shock and instead, shook his head calmly.
“No.”
“Oh,” you whispered. “Oh, okay.”
Just then, a dark shadow flew past the corner of your eye. When you tilted your head slightly to the left, you were met with the sight of your very own god, Shu, standing by the bookcase in the corner of the room. Very minutely, you raised your eyebrows; a silent query.
His response was instantaneous.
That is not Marc Spector, little mortal.
Your eyes widened a tad but you schooled your features, urging him to continue with a slight wave of your hand. In front of you, Marc had his eyes trained to the tv, lips curled into a displeased frown. Though you wanted to inquire more from your god directly, it didn’t seem like the right thing to do given the situation at hand.
There is a darkness radiating off him. Like a plague. But I'm not quite sure what it is…
A plague? Curious, you peeked over at where Shu was standing, but was met with the barren walls of the apartment instead. You couldn’t help but mutter a soft curse. That annoying old prick. Hearing your profanity, Marc peered back at you again, a salacious grin curving his lips.
“Filthy mouth, mi amor.”
What were meant to be supposedly cute words had you holding back a flinch. Marc never spoke Spanish to you; and he certainly never called you his ‘amor’. You couldn’t show him that though, so instead of gaping in shock like you wanted to, you returned his teasing with a cheeky little smile.
“¿Sí? Mala mía, nena.” Something twinkled in his eyes as he leaned towards you. He clicked his tongue tauntingly. Though there was something strange going on, and there was a large possibility that this wasn’t Marc - it was still his body, and you were still just as attracted to it as you were twenty minutes ago, which didn’t help much at all.
“No bueno, not good at all.” he admonished, dark eyes looking you up and down like prey. Beside you, your hand clenched into a fist. Spanglish banter with Marc? Something was definitely up.
You hesitantly stood up, nodding towards the kitchen.
“I’ll be right back, need some water.” Marc waved at his nearly empty glass.
“You can have some of mine, hermosa.” He eyed you quizzically as you shook your head.
“You’re sick, remember?” you huffed out a quiet laugh over your shoulder, already walking away. Back turned, you missed the way his lips straightened seriously, eyelids falling into a bored expression.
This time as you crossed the threshold, you were in a rush for a whole other reason.
Be careful, little mortal. That is definitely not one of your boy-toys in that meatsuit.
You jumped at the booming voice in your head, whipping around to the kitchen counter where Shu had returned, sitting nonchalantly on a stool. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“Yeah, thanks, I got that part.” you hissed quietly, walking towards your knife block. “But if it’s not Marc, and it’s not Steven - who the hell is it?” The ancient Egyptian made a shrugging gesture at you, ostrich feather flopping around on his head while he looked around the room.
Something dark. Something ominous.
“Okay, would you stop it with the mysterious, vague crap? What is - “ you paused suddenly, ears faintly picking up on movement from beyond the door. The hand that had been reaching for your chef's knife instantly stopped and redirected to the cupboard above your head, in an attempt to appear like you were searching for a glass.
Uh-oh.
You shot a last minute glare at the wind god, grabbing hold of a glass as you heard footsteps hit the tiled floor of the kitchen. Briefly, you closed your eyes and took a calming breath. Whatever this was - you would deal with it. A cold draft made its way up your spine.
Don’t turn around, little one.
Shu warned you, his usual booming cadence levelling out as he watched over you. As you observed him from the corner of your eye, you watched as he mimicked a gun with two dark fingers, your lips downturning at the action.
“Oh, hey Marc?” you asked in an attempt of casual indifference, one hand grasping at the door to the fridge. He took a moment to answer.
“Yes?”
It was almost like he wasn’t even trying to hide the New York accent anymore.
“Steven forgot to feed Gus and Frankie this morning. Could you…?” he anticipated your question and you heard the hefty sigh that escaped his lips behind you. There was a slight tapping sound against the floor before you heard him walking off to supposedly feed the goldfish. You let out a breath of relief, go you.
It was a lie, of course. Steven could never forget to feed the fish. However, Marc had been fronting all day, and well, Marc didn’t really care for, in his words, ‘the stupid pets’. Naturally then, it was your job to feed the fish when Steven wasn’t present; though, you had returned home from a mission early this morning and had fallen right into bed with Marc, your fatigued mind not even remembering till now that you owned Gus and Frankie. Still, the excuse to get this Marc imposter away from you and unsuspecting was as good as any.
Make haste, little mortal. He will kill you if you don’t do it first.
You directed an angry snarl at your god.
“I’m not killing my boyfriend.”
Though as you said this, the silver of the knife sheened as it slipped from the block.
Why don’t you just wear the suit?
“Because I’m trying not to let on that I know he’s not Marc!” You whispered angrily, stalking around the counter and stopping at the hallway door.
The suit will keep you safe.
“If I need the suit, then give me the damn suit. But for now, shut up and watch my back.” The god huffed dramatically in your head but you ignored it, creeping along the wall till Marc, or Marc’s body you guess you should say, came into view. He was standing at the fish tank, large hands fiddling with a packet of feed.
You nearly started cursing at him - that was the wrong stuff! He was holding the special treat pellets Steven liked to give them when they behaved. The bloody bags cost double the amount of normal feed. Steven wouldn’t be happy if it was wasted, neither would you.
Delicately, you snuck up behind him, air stuck in your lungs. The knife you brandished was tucked closely to the small of your back, your eyes never leaving the enigmatic figure in front of you. Appearing stoic and collected on the outside, you were freaking the hell out on the inside. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. Would you threaten him? Demand him to reveal himself? You weren’t going to actually hurt this dude, right? Afterall, it was still your boyfriend's body and just the idea of bringing him harm caused a gnawing pit to grow in your stomach. You’d known Marc for well over a year now, and although your first meeting had technically been a fight between the two of you (a petty god vs a pettier god kind of thing) it had been the last time you had laid hands on eachother so violently and with so much ill intent.
It’d bring you a lot of pain to hurt Marc, but him hurting you? It would kill him. So, the fact that this guy was seemingly trying to outright murder you…Yeah, it stung a little. Imagining Marc or Steven finding you dead on the floor made you feel sick to the stomach.
With that in mind, you crept closer, only a step away from grabbing him and putting the knife to his throat like you intended. You weren’t going to cut him - no way, you were just gonna scare him a little and hopefully get some answers.
Well, that was the plan at least.
Until he whipped around and pointed a beretta M9 straight at your chest.
Your eyes widened.
“Hold on -”
He did not.
You saw the squeezing of his finger, heard the click of the gun and then your ears began to ring with the sound of a gunshot. Straight into the heart.
Gasping for breath, you stumbled back, eyes frantically darting to the golden chestplate now wrapping around your torso.
Told you, you needed the suit.
Your panicked expression quickly morphed into one of fury, hands shaking by your side. The chef's knife that you had intended to use was quickly chucked behind you as you snatched your spear from your back, your armour now encasing your whole body.
“You asshole!” You yelled at the man, stunned at how easily he had tried to murder you. He blinked at you innocently, gun lowered to his side.
“Nothin’ personal, sweetheart.” he said, this time the fake voice he had kept up shattered completely. “Orders are orders, you’d understand.”
Your jaw clenched. No, no you would not understand.
“Konshu is making you do this?” He rolled his eyes at you.
“Who else?”
“Who else? I - why the hell,” you didn’t know what to say to that. Konshu wanted you dead? Since when? “Who even are you?” you managed to get out, trying to gain some semblance of control back. A smug smirk came over his face.
“¿Que? I’m Marc Spector,” he taunted you, knowing full well that you knew he was not Marc Spector. Not in the slightest.
You ground your teeth, shooting a glance at the Egyptian god over near the bed. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes trained on the window.
“Shu?” you hissed, no longer bothering to hide the fact you were talking to him. Not Marc Spector raised a brow. “What is it?” The god looked over at you quickly, his eyes darting between you and not Marc. His eyes flared with golden light.
Shaytan.
A cold wave flowed through you at the word. The scrunched up, concerned look on your face did not go unnoticed by the imposter opposite you.
“Wow, you’re loco. I’m probably doing the boys a favour gettin’ rid of you.”
You tried to ignore his words, but the sheer malice of what he was saying caused an involuntary reaction. You whipped your head back to him, an accusatory finger pointed in his direction.
“Shut your mouth, dimwit. You must think this is a real joke, huh? Shaytan - it’s a demon! You need to back off, now, because something really, really bad is going on.”
All you received was a flat, deadpan look.
“Okay, I’ve entertained this long enough. No hard feelings, loca.” As he spoke, he tucked his gun into the sweatpants Marc had been wearing, head tilting back a little. You watched as he closed his eyes and then…nothing happened. The silence was prominent when he peeked one eye open, lips pulling down. His fists clenched by his side but still, everything stayed the same. You could’ve laughed.
“Having a problem there, estúpido?” you mocked. He glared at you, mumbling something under his breath. Then too, he looked towards the window, completely disregarding you.
“Aye, where’s the suit?” he said. You looked at the blank space that he was talking to, glancing at Shu who had come up next to you. He rested a glowing palm on your head.
Look.
You had to stop yourself from screaming as the light flooded your mind, opening up your conscience to the world beyond. By the window, ghoulish form trembling and heaving, you witnessed the creature Shu claimed was the ‘Shaytan’. Long pale limbs, glowing silver orbs for eyes and a body that resembled a starved, withering corpse. It was definitely not Konshu. Your stare wavered to where not Marc was speaking to him, confusion washing over you.
He only sees Konshu standing there.
Shu’s words made you frown.
That’s what those Shaytan do. They hide their true form, encapture gods and feed on the vulnerable souls of well…avatars.
“Are you saying that thing wants to eat my soul?” The horror on your face doubled. “Wait, are you saying that it’s also gonna eat Marc and Steven’s soul?”
Shu grimaced.
It looks hungry, little one. You should probably run.
“What!?” You almost screamed. Just then, the haunting eyes of the creature locked onto you. Your heart dropped to your feet. “Do something!” you hissed at your god, “get rid of it!” The awkward laugh booming in your head was not reassuring. At the same time, not Marc met eyes with you, determination ever-present on his face. Great, just what you needed. One horrifying monster and one murderous psycho. Amazing.
See, that’s not really my area of expertise. We need the moon god, he has more experience with those things.
Slowly, you began to back away, spear clutched in a death grip. “Are you kidding me? Where is he then?”
Like I said, they encapture gods. Konshu is probably fighting his way back from the underworld right now. Don’t fret though, I’m sure you will be alright. If you…if you leave. Right now. Um.
You were already running, floorboards thudding beneath you as you skidded down the hall towards the front door. When you glanced back, you noticed that your god had completely vanished, probably not wanting to be the next one on this demon's hit-list.
“You’re the lousiest god I know, Shu! I swear to - OOF!”
As you reached for the silver knob, something heavy came barraging into you from behind. Your back throbbed at the harsh contact. As soon as you hit the ground, you twisted your body - expecting to come face to face with the psycho occupying Marc's body. You wanted to cry when you realised that it was not the psycho, but rather the soul-hungry boogeyman that was trying to rip you to shreds. Its paper skin rippled as it leant towards you, mouth opening into a deep, black hole. As soon as you saw the pink tendrils that slithered out from that darkness, you knew you’d be having nightmares for at least a year after this.
Beyond him, the moon gods' avatar came screeching to a halt, his eyebrow drawing together at what he was watching.
“Konshu?” he asked in that thick american accent of his. If it weren’t for the fact you were about to get your soul sucked from your body, you would have shouted at the man for being so stupid. The creature huffed above you, a low howling sound echoing from its skinless lips. “Right…” not Marc responded. You could barely believe what you were seeing and hearing. He really believed this was Konshu, didn’t he? You almost felt bad for the man for being tricked by this demon. Almost.
Those tendrils got closer and closer. It was only when they were a hair's breadth away from your face did they stop. You inhaled noisily, trying to escape the grip of this thing. But even when you managed to pull a hand free and swing your spear haphazardly, it simply passed through it like a cloud, having zero effect. The Shaytan didn’t like that, growling and snarling in your face. You turned white as a ghost.
Holy hell. You were going to die.
A dark shadow fell over your head and you were barely able to make out Shu above the demon's head. The tendrils tickled your nose and you had to contain a shout.
“Do something,” you whispered through clenched teeth. “Shu, don’t you dare let me die to this thing.” Your eyes fluttered in uncontained fear as you felt it latch onto you with those tentacle things. It’s heaving, rough breaths amplifying as it tugged at your skin. “Shu!”
To your utter relief, the Egyptian God actually did do something. His hand, decorated in sapphire jewels and dark beads, reached out in front of him, some sort of ancient Egyptian chant leaving his lips. You could just make out the ankh held firmly in his other hand. As the words spilled out, the Shaytan began to thrash, angry howls filling your ears. Even so, it didn’t disconnect from you. You were beginning to feel dizzy, a tiredness taking over your body. It was like the feeling of running nonstop for hours and finally passing out from dehydration. Except you weren’t just passing out, your very mind and being was being pulled from you.
“Shu,” you rasped desperately. His chanting stopped.
Nothing’s working, little mortal. I’m sorry but there’s not much else I can think to do.
You’re giving up on me? You wanted to yell. After everything you’d done for him, how loyally you had served him all these years, he was just going to let you die? You had never felt so angry in your life. Not to mention this whole thing with not Marc; how long had he been hiding from Steven and Marc? How long had he watched the three of you living a content life and decided ‘right, I’ll just kill her and it’ll be no big deal’? You wanted to punch him in his stupidly handsome face, not just to quell your own anger but for the other two men who had to share a body with him. You couldn’t imagine how he could try to hurt you so nonchalantly. He really was a psychopath.
Dark spots clouded your vision, the anger swelling inside of you becoming mute as you could no longer keep fighting back. It was done. You were done. What a miserable fucking way to go out.
Through the dark haze, you heard a distant voice, a familiar yet unfamiliar one, a loud yet quiet one. Booming. Reprimanding. Godly?
- you are certainly reaching old age, you dumb little man. What god doesn’t know how to deal with a Shaytan in this day and age?
Pressure seemed to suddenly vanish from your chest, the growing exhaustion in your body coming to a still. That voice…that voice.
Konshu?
Jake Lockley, you must be under the influence of the other two’s stupidity. By what order would I be sending you to kill her? Astonishing. Truly.
Slowly, the world came back into focus, your eyes straining to look up at the wooden ceiling above you. The Shaytan was gone.
Thank fucking lord.
The towering figure of your god presided over you instead, a grim set to his lips. You shot him the nastiest look you could manage in your half-conscious state.
Forgive me, little mortal. Konshu arrived and he saved you from your imminent end. No need to be bitter.
You coughed, throat dry, before turning over onto your hands and knees, whole body aching painfully.
“No need to be bitter?” you sputtered, leaning on the wall as you tried to stand. “You were going to let me die,” you hissed.
I tried!
“You didn’t try hard enough, you big, dumb god!”
That’s not very nice.
You growled, turning back towards the apartment where a certain Moon God now stood with his avatar. Your furious gaze settled on ‘Jake Lockley’.
“You gonna apologise now, you fool?”
Jake’s dark eyes settled on you, his shoulders lifting in a half-shrug. Now that you were looking at the real him, you could make out every little thing that made him distinctively different from Marc and Steven. From the posture to the look in his eyes.
“You can’t really blame me for all that,” he said. Konshu made an annoyed noise at his side. When you looked at the Moon God, he made another frustrated sound.
It’s not my fault that I chose a dumb avatar, little girl.
Your lips pursed.
Meet Jake Lockley, the third and last one inside your partner's head. My real Moon Knight.
You looked back at Jake, hands settling on your hips as you regained your bearings. Everything that just went down flashed through your mind, a crease forming on your forehead. Tonight was supposed to have been a nice night-in with Marc, but this…this?
“You and I have a lot to talk about, Jake Lockley,” you scowled.
#moon knight#moon boys#jake lockley#marc spector#steven grant#moon knight x reader#moon knight system#konshu#Shu#x reader#marc spector x reader#Jake Lockley is loco poco#part two?
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Remember me?
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Eddie is a metal star living in New York and needed a bite to eat. It doesn’t get awkward until he runs into his past
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The streets of New York City were busy. Even at night. Of course the thousands of people taking pictures weren’t helping.
Eddie had just gotten done with his gig at Webster hall and decided to take a late night walk to get fresh air after being stuck, sweaty and gross on a stage for three hours. He was still wearing his outfit from the show, a pair of baggy cargo pants with his bandana tucked into his back pocket and his cuffs hanging off one of his belt loops, a cropped re designed version of the hellfire logo, a fishnet shirt under that and his hair up in a bun to get the sweat off his neck.
Even if the streets were busy he didn’t mind. Walking past shop after shop he’d look through the windows to see what kind of stuff they were selling. A sports memorabilia store selling sport cards and merch like hats and jerseys. A little yarn shop filled with different textures and colors. A subway shop that he desperately wanted to stop into and he would if he hadn’t forgotten his wallet.
Staring through the subway window he saw the cashier making their customer the desired sandwich. He watched as he, somewhat, skillfully put the cheese and meat onto the bread, taking some bacon and putting it in their weird microwave. Eddie’s stomach growled and as it did he remembered about Apple Pay. He had about $73 dollars left on there so he walked in and hoped they took tap.
Waiting in line he heard the door ring signaling someone had entered. Hearing their footsteps stomp behind him and a sharp breath was taken. As the line slowly moved forward, Eddie could hear the aforementioned guy behind him put his phone up to his ear as the ringing became muffled.
He heard the guy start to whisper to the recipient on the phone, curious but not enough to eavesdrop on their conversation. The few people in front of him had came and left and it was soon his turn. He wrapped up his order with a foot long, a cookie, chips and a drink. The took his phone out and got Apple Pay ready when the man that was behind him, now next to him, spoke.
“I’ll pay for it man” a deep voice had spoken up beside him.
The sound of gravelly morning voice made Eddie jolt. Taking him back to Hawkins. Laying in bed with…
“Steve” he said softly, his heart beating ten times faster than it was.
He turned his head to meet Steve’s eyes. Still brown like firewood after the flames have been put out. His hair had changed. What was once tall and fluffy, helped by Farrah fawcet spray, was now laying beside his cheeks with the tips dyed blue. He had gotten more freckles since the last time he saw him.
The last time Eddie had seen anyone really. He had left in the middle of the night to go with his band mates to start his dream job. No one knew he was gonna leave, he knew they’d make a big fuss about it and a part of him couldn’t stand the look that would have been on Steve’s face when he said he’d be leaving.
The cashier broke the long silence between them “so, which one of you is going to pay? There’s a line forming”
Steve walked up to the register and handed the man his card, not taking his eyes off Eddie.
“Been a bit hasn’t it” Steve said. Finally tearing his eyes away from Eddie to look literally anywhere else.
“Yeah. A bit” Eddie replied, a wave of guilt washing over him
“Seven years is a long time” Steve whispered, taking his card back from the cashier “and you never called” he said before walking out.
Eddie chased after him and caught his arm. Pulling him back
“I wanted to call! I really did but I knew you’d be mad at me. Just like you are now! I’m so so sorry Stevie.” He said feeling tears well in his eyes.
“Don’t call me that” Steve snapped “you lost that privilege when you left and didn’t say anything. Not even a note Eddie! You have no clue how hurt and worried I was about you. It wasn’t until rob had said she saw you on television that I knew you had left us. That you had left me” tears had started to slip from Steve’s eyes and Eddie desperately wanted to place his hand on steves cheek like he used to and kiss them away.
“I know stevi- Steve. I know. And I’m so incredibly sorry. I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.” Eddie had sighed and let go of Steve’s arm “but unless you let me, there’s no way I can fix what I did”
There was a silence. The sound of cars rushing by was the only thing that was heard between the two.
Steve broke the silence and said “you can start by coming home with me”
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WELL that took such a long time. I want to start making longer stories and maybe continuous parts. Should I make a second part
And please any advice on writing or tips are appreciated as I’m still new to this.
Hope you liked it!
#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#steddie#stranger things#eddie#steve harrington#steve stranger things#stevexeddie#modern stranger things#rockstar eddie munson#rockstar Eddie#remember me?#Steve#part two?
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Some angst for you all because I like despair. Fanfic style.
"I just don't understand!" Keith yelled, the very air shook with the weight of the tension, "You keep telling me that you "Just need time to figure yourself out." And then you pull something like this!" He could see the conflicting look on Lance's face illuminated by the moon's light that seeped through the curtains.
"Is it so wrong for me to question and experiment?!" He half-yelled back, he had his fingers to his temple as if he were trying to rid himself of a headache, or sooth a burn in his eyes.
"It is when you know that I love you, Lance!" Tears began to roll down the sides of his face, landing on the carpet with angry whispers. "I can't do friends with benefits. If you're going to kiss me, at least have the decency to be my fucking boyfriend."
"Keith, you know it isn't that simple-"
"But it is, Lance! Is it! You either like me, or you don't! You need to pick a side, because I just can't keep doing this."
"I do like you, Keith." Lance said, his breathing had begun to shake, he could hear the way his heart pounded in his chest, beating in unison with the rhythm of Keith's words.
"Then why!?" Keith clenched his fists at his sides, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "Why won't you go through with this?"
"Well, you know what, you don't exactly have the best history of staying, either."
"That isn't even related! I had to leave Voltron for you! So that you had a place on the team! So that YOU were happy!! Did you really think I wanted to leave you, Lance?"
"Yeah, Keith, I kinda did! Do you even know how long I have wanted to be with you!? How long I have waited for the day when you maybe, actually want me too?! And now that I'm here, I'm realizing how scared I am to be with you, because I don't know if you're going to fucking stay with me!"
"Why wouldn't I stay with you?! Lance, you know what I feel, you know what I want, why would you ever think that I'd leave?"
"Because I'm not good enough, Keith!"
"What?"
"I'm. Not. Fucking. Good enough for you. You're strong, you're kind, you're smart, you're important, you actually have a thing! And I'm just... Me. I only ever move forward when you do something first. At the Garrison, I only got into the fighter pilot program because you were expelled. In Voltron, I only stayed on the team because you left to be in the Blade. I live in your shadow, I only ever see the back of your head. I'll never live up to that, I'll never be on your level."
He paused for a moment, letting droplets drip from his eyes.
"All I want is to walk beside you for once. To be able to look over and see you looking back."
"Why didn't you just tell me that? We could have avoided all of this if you had just talked to me, Lance." Keith tried to move closer, but Lance only took a step back. "You didn't have to lie to me if you wanted my affection-"
"I wasn't lying. I do need to figure myself out. I need to figure out if I could ever measure up, I need to figure out if I could ever be strong enough to actually do my job, I need to figure out if I'm okay, if I can let myself love someone after Allura... I need to figure out how to let myself be loved by someone. To be loved by you."
Keith reached out, pulling Lance into a hug before he could protest. He held him tightly and whispered, "I'll wait for you."
There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again, "But please, for the sake of my sanity, don't kiss me anymore. Not until you're ready to love me. Until you're ready to let me love you."
Lance nodded, "Promise."
Okay, I know this was long but it was actually so much fun to write. I feel like writing a part two and make it extra fluffy because writing angst for these two breaks my heart. Let me know if that's something you guys want.
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I can’t live without you
Marc Spector x gender-neutral reader
note: I'm debating if I should leave this one as it is or make a second part to it- I don't know yet lol. Thank you for the support so far!!! also I think I'm going to have my stories in a first person point of view. LMK if ya'll want it to stay like that or if I should change it.
Marc and I were in Cairo, in the Pyramid of Giza after Marc tried to talk to the other avatars and gods about Harrow’s plan. I followed them and I witnessed the whole process of it. Marc stormed off and was angry. I followed Marc and I tried to calm him down.
“Marc, calm down. We can figure out another way to defeat Harrow and prevent him from releasing Ammit, okay? Just calm dow-”
“Don’t tell me to calm down y/n! You have no idea about the things that will happen if Ammit is released! Why are you even here?! You don’t belong here, go home.”
I look at Marc shocked and start to get angry at him. I grab his arm and I force him to turn to me.
“Don’t you dare tell me that I don’t belong here! You dragged Steven into it and I’m going to be part of it now too. Whether you like it or not Marc.”
I say angrily and I stare at Marc. Marc looks at me and he looks even more angry. He pulls away from my grasp and he runs his hands through his hair.
“You shouldn’t be here y/n, it’s dangerous. Steven doesn’t want you here anyways-”
“I don’t give a fuck about what you or Steven think! I am not leaving his side nor your side, so deal with-”
“NO! You need to go home is what you need to be doing! I don’t want you here! It’s dangerous, you can get yourself killed!”
I stare at Marc angrily and I let out a sarcastic laugh.
“You don’t think I know this is dangerous? I’m aware, Marc! And I quite frankly don’t care! I need to be by his side, by your side! So, let’s go and see what we-”
“THERE IS NO ‘WE’, Y/N! YOU CAN’T BE HERE! GO HOME-”
“NO! WHY CAN’T I BE HERE?!”
Marc lets out a loud laugh and he stares at him, angrily and fuming. I stare back at him, angry and fuming as well.
“YOU CAN GET KILLED- WHAT PART OF YOU GETTING KILLED DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!”
“I UNDERSTAND MARC AND I’M NOT AFRAID OF DYING! I’M NOT AFRAID OF DYING, NOT IF IT MEANS PROTECTING YOU AND STEVEN!”
Marc grabs my arms and he shakes his head.
“NO! You can’t risk your life for this! This is my problem, not yours and not Steven’s!”
“You dragged him into this, so it is my problem now! I’m okay with dying Marc! As long as I can protect you and Steven, then it doesn’t matter-”
“IT MATTERS TO ME Y/N! IF YOU DIE, I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!”
I look at Marc shocked and stunned by his words. Marc stares at me and his grip on my arms loosens. He looks down and closes his eyes. I just stare at him and am stunned about his sudden confession. The real reason why he doesn’t want me to be involved with all of this.
“Marc…”
“If- if you die…I don’t know how I will be able to live without you, y/n…I don’t know how Steven will live without you…I- I can’t risk it. Please…”
Marc pleads with me and I just stare at him. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. We just stare at each other: Marc with his pleading eyes and me with my stunned expression.
“Marc…I-”
And that’s the last thing I say before I feel myself start to get sleepy. I feel my body get tired and feel heavy. Marc notices this and he grabs my arms again.
“y/n?- hey, hey!”
That’s the last thing I hear before my vision blurs and there’s a high pitch ringing in my ears.
#moon knight fanfic#moon knight x reader#marc spector x reader#moon knight#tbd ending#lowkey this one kinda ehh#part two?
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Want You (Butcher!Wally x Reader)
Welcome Home ~ Butcher Wally Darling AU Oneshot
This fic was requested by ZillyKittyXD on Wattpad.
((let's just pretend it didn't take me 3 months to actually start writing this...))
TW: A bit of yandere behaviour from Wally. Mentions of blood, knives, and the implied murder of another character. Character uses they/them pronouns (some people are triggered by this?).
Wally hadn't known what the strange feeling was. It was almost like that feeling he got when he killed, only... It was different. It was... Warmer. He only felt it when you were with him, or when you were on his mind. And with this feeling came want. And he'd never wanted like he wanted with you.
He wasn't supposed to want you. He knew that. But that knowledge didn't stop the feeling he always got around you. It didn't stop the wanting. In fact, knowing that only fueled the feeling. Especially now that you seemed to be in the habit of visiting his shop every day. The more Wally saw of you, the more he experienced that feeling. The more intense the want became.
Each glimpse of you sent him through a rush. Sometimes it was a good feeling, and sometimes it made him sick. But either way, it always left him wanting to experience it again. To see you and feel that lightness in the head. He liked to tell himself that his desire to be with was only to identify this... odd, feeling he felt. Or maybe even to make you his next victim. He liked to ignore the little you-shaped hole you'd dug out in his heart and made yourself at home in.
It wasn't until that day you walked in with Howdy's scent on you and a basket of suspiciously discounted apples that he finally acknowledged it.
You were supposed to belong to Wally, but that grub couldn't seem to keep his nose in his own business...
Y/n walks into Wally's shop, the air tainted with the coppery smell of blood. They place a basket of apples on the counter (half of them Howdy had given them for free) and tap the rusty little service bell. They wonder why Wally even put it there in the first place. He seems to always know the moment someone enters, and the dainty little bell looks rather out of place in a butchers shop.
Wally walks into view, wiping a dirty knife off on his equally dirty apron. He must have just finished cutting up some meat to sell. Y/n smiles at him as he looks up. His expression darkens ever so slightly when he sees the basket of discounted apples Howdy had given you.
Y/n smiles. "Hey, Wally! I brought you apples!"
Wally stares at the basket, part of him wondering if they were doing this to purposefully mess with him. But they couldn't possibly know how they affected him... Could they? "Thank you.. Neighbour." He says slowly, his gaze shifting from the apples to them. "You... Smell like Howdy."
He didn't like the way Y/n blushed when he said that.
"Oh! Well, we hugged before I left to come here..."
"I see..." Wally mumbles before resuming a casual attitude, giving no hint to the macabre plan already forming in his mind.
Y/n gave Wally half the apples, and after receiving their thanks, were on their way back home, humming a jovial tune to themselves.
-- Time Skip --
A few days later Y/n visits his shop again, seeming to be lost in thought when they come in. They went to visit Howdy the other day, but he was nowhere to be found. They tried again today, but no one had even seen him.
"What's the matter, Neighbour?" Wally asks, false innocence lining his tone.
"I just... Haven't seen Howdy around lately. I'm starting to get worried."
Wally's smile tightens. "Oh, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. He'll turn up." He pauses, tilting his head. "Is that the only reason you came to visit today?"
Y/n smiles. "Oh, no. I enjoy visiting you simply for the company, but I thought I'd ask you just in case you saw him."
Wally hums in response, busying himself with a bloody knife.
Y/n stares at the knife in his hands, noting the fresh blood covering it. "What kind of meat did you get in today?"
Wally chuckles. "Oh, I have a very special stock today... I cannot give you the details though."
"At least tell me what kind of meat it is?" Y/n asks, pouting.
"Oh... One you're quite familiar with." Wally replies with a smirk.
"Pork?"
"Hah... Close enough."
The fact that Howdy had ever dared to steal his little Y/n was enough for Wally to consider him swine. Not that he thought much of him before that.
A/N: Yay! Finally finished. What do y'all think? Part two?
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Confrontation - 1/2
wednesday addams x reader
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summary: Wednesday has started to neglect your relationship to solve the mystery. You finally confront her about the relationship going from dreamy to doomed because of it.
You had been dating Wednesday Addams for slightly under a year, and you knew that dating Wednesday would come with its challenges, she wasn’t as experienced with relationships as the rest of her peers, and its not like that bothered her, but she understood, as you did, that there would be struggles.
The push and pull effect she had on her relationships, the hot and cold – in her case, it being the lukewarm and the burning frost.
But it also came with its highs, the psychic doesn’t seem like it, but she could be soft, and sweet when she wanted to be.
There was the time in the quad where you were only in your school shirt with no blazer. How you kept thinking you could fight off the cold with your abnormal body temperature, Wednesday would never know, you were shivering in your spot every time. Teeth chattering and everything. She would offer you her coat, albeit not making eye contact as she held it out to you, a silent demand that you take the piece of clothing more than an actual offer. Of course, Wednesday would say you were distracting her from whatever book she was pouring over, her already deathly cold skin practically being immune to the cold weather.
She would walk into the classes you shared together, and stare at whoever had tried to sit next to you in the class with a murderous look in her eye until they related and moved. The top record for the student being able to hold out is 4 seconds. If she let you sit close enough for you thighs to be touching, she would deny it, or blame it on the extremely spacious table being too small to have a comfortable amount of distance, ignoring the fact that there was multiple open seats she could have taken instead.
And, of course, she would deny it if she ordered her coffee too sweet for her likings and push it in your direction. She would never traipse all the way to Jericho before classes just to get you a drink. No way. Never.
Except on Mondays, and Fridays.
And the occasional Wednesday afternoon trip after fencing.
But otherwise, no never.
Yet, there were still challenges. For example, you were currently sitting on Wednesday’s bed, as you had been doing for the past 45 minutes, wearing the black sweater she loved seeing you in, waiting for her to get back from wherever the fuck she had disappeared to this time.
No, you hadn’t just walked in uninvited and expected to find her waiting at your beck and call.
Because you had been. Invited that is.
She had stopped you in the corridor a day or so before when you were on your way to your next class demanding you be at her room at 10pm on the dot, as Enid was going to be with her “disappointment of a gorgon boyfriend,” doing whatever “mindless adolescent activities” the couple filled their time with.
Wednesday had flashed you a small, barely there smile, before threatening to “skin your wolf and keep its fur” in her dorm if you were late.
Ironic.
As you watched the digital clock on Enid’s side of the dorm finally mark the fact that you had been patiently waiting for an hour, you thought fuck it, if Wednesday wanted to spend time with you that badly, which apparently she did not, she would have to come and find you for it.
Clenching and unclenching your jaw as you laced up your shoes, you fought to not let your wolf form rip out if its inner cage. It’s not entirely shocking your usually impeccable self-control always came under question with Wednesday, no matter the emotion: happy, sad, disappointed, anxious, angry.
And right now? You were homicidal, the urge to tear at something fuelling the fire in your veins. This was the third time this week alone – you had lost count of how many times it had been over the last few weeks, to be honest - that Wednesday had left you alone and waiting like a dumbass, to not even show.
Did you get an apology? No.
Did she try to make it up to you in some way? No.
An explanation? You practically scoffed at the idea.
Walking – definitely not stomping, you were a werewolf, not a sulking child – towards the door, you had barely been able to move more than a couple of steps until the oh so great Wednesday Addams herself walked in.
“Y/n? Is everything alright?”
She sounded confused. Confused. The absolute fucking audacity.
“Where have you been?” you gritted out between your clenched teeth, watching as her perfectly shaped brow quirked up slightly. “I’ve been sat around waiting for you for an hour, Wednesday. an hour.”
Tracking her every movement with your eyes, as she placed her bag on the floor and slid her jacket over the back of her desk chair. You literally saw the cogs turning in her brain, watching the moment of realisation dawn on her from the way her eyes awkwardly flicked to yours for a split second, going to the door, and then back to yours. There was a quick flash of worry that flashed across her features, her mouth opening slightly and her gaze softening slightly, it would have wiped away your anger if the flash of emotion hadn’t disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.
“I had forgotten about our meeting, there is a storm tonight, and I didn’t want any possible clues at the monsters activities to be washed away,” usually, you adored Wednesday’s voice, but tonight the monotone way she drawled out her words made you want to gauge your eyes out with a rusty spoon. She’d probably like that actually. “It will not happen again,” she held eye contact with you, expecting you to follow on with the script that you had both unofficially constructed for yourselves over the past few weeks.
It usually went like this:
Wednesday walking in on you lounging on her bed, prepared to wait until the early hours of the morning before you gave up on the girl showing up.
Her muttering a quick and meaningless “it won’t happen again,” you both knew it would.
You’d swallow up her obvious lie with an easy “oh, yeah no. totally. I understand,” following up with your questions about the investigation, getting one worded response. Until you turned to talking about your day, you’d get the usual ‘hmm’ every few sentences. Leading to the “so, do you want to hang out, still? Watch a horror movie, read together?”
And then the awaited dismissal, “Y/n, I appreciate you waiting for me, but it is late, and I have to review some events that occurred today. I shall see you for class tomorrow.”
And that was that. You’d walk out and wait until she stopped you again in a few days.
It wasn’t always like this, no, this was a recent development. You knew at times her obsessions may interfere with your relationship, that was okay, you didn’t need to be her number one priority all the time, you knew the raven was best at compartmentalising.
You just didn’t expect having to begrudgingly take the bare minimum for so long. You had hoped that eventually Wednesday would start acting like she wanted you again.
At this point you think you’d forgive her if she agreed to go on a walk around campus with you.
“No, we are not doing this again, Addams,” you saw the slight flinch at the use of her surname, instead of the plethora of loving nicknames you usually showered her with. “Listen, I understand that this is important to you, I do, more than anyone. I have dragged my ass into whatever decrepit house you asked me to, running from the literal monster that has killed umpteenth people in the woods because you can’t let this go. And that’s all fine and dandy. But I refuse, Wednesday,” you match her intense gaze with your own, you ignore the way you feel your claws digging into your clenched fists, actually relishing in the distraction the warm red liquid was seeping through your fingers gives you from the sweltering pain in your heart, “I refuse to be pushed aside time and time again until you finally deem me worthy of your time. Because this isn’t the first time, and we both know it won’t be the last until you solve the mystery. But are you really willing to lose everyone who loves and cares for you because of your god damn fucking obsession? I love you, and it feels like you barely acknowledge me anymore.”
You had a million things you wanted to say, but instead you just sighed dejectedly as she stared at you in silence, being the perfect image of indifference. Well, she would have been if it wasn’t for the thick layer of tears that covered her eyes, but no, like you had said, you weren’t going to push it all under the rug before it was unfixable simply because the Addams was emotionally constipated.
“If you truly understood, you would understand that there are sacrifices to be made,” her voice low, speaking slowly as if you were a dog who didn’t know how to ‘roll over’, “there are bigger things at play, I can’t lose an opportunity to know what is happening, it could bring me closer to finding out who the killer is.” She said this as if that solved everything, as if you were also meant to be focusing as heavily on the mystery as she was, as if, like her, you were meant to live and breathe it without thinking about anything else for a second.
Yeah, God forbid she thought of her girlfriend for longer than the two minutes it took to invite you over, only for her mind to be clouded over again when she left you stranded in the room, hoping Enid wouldn’t walk in and see your miserable figure in the room.
“There are more important things other than the monster, you know? There are trained professionals who can catch it, normie and outcast.” you wished you had left the room earlier.
“I am the one who is destined to solve the murders, I am the one who was in the drawing, I am the key to whatever is happening. I do not need you to be burdening me with this constant clinginess and desperation for my attention, this is what is important to me,” she had forced each and every word out of her throat, wishing she could ignore ethe way she saw your face contort as you fought of the tears at her words, as if every word cut you like a blazing dagger.
If Wednesday was being honest with herself, she was scared of the emotions that were waging a war within herself, the desire to know what monster has been leaving the masterfully carved bodies building in the morgue at an increasing rate, against the way she felt as if her very soul called out to you. To be held, and to be loved by you, to have your arms wrapped around her, to give herself a moments peace from the consistent inner monologue.
Wednesday had warned you that she would stomp all over your heart and leave you a bloody mess on the floor as she ripped your heart out from your body with a smile on her face at hearing your pained cries. She knew what she was, she wasn’t soft or sweet, she was cold and jagged, she was sour and cruel. Oh. how desperately Wednesday wishes she wasn’t, she wish she wants as she saw you hastily walk towards the door, barely holding back your sobs as you cried for the girl you loved.
The Addams has to force herself to stay where she was, her grip on her chair so tight her knuckles turned white, and the chair creaked.
Wednesday screwed her eyes shut as she fought her own wave of tears, her organs feeling s if they were tearing themselves apart repeatedly, the thumping in her ears overwhelming her, leaving her with an ache in her head. It was nothing compared to the hollowness in her own heart.
Once, she had told Bianca she cared more. But she wished she cared less at this very moment, she didn’t want to care that she had fucked up again, she didn’t want to care that she had reduced you to tears.
But she did.
And now she didn’t know what to do.
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a part two will be coming shortly! if you want to throw any ideas my way for a Wednesday x fem/GN reader, or maybe a wenclair fic, id be more than happen to listen!
ao3: Im_Just_Gay
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would you guys want a part two of me recommending some other Lockwood and Co fics???? Because i’ve been going crazy on ao3 recently because i’ve been sick this weekend.
#part two?#lockwood and co#lockwood and co fic recs#locklyle#anthony lockwood#lucy carlyle#save lockwood and co#lockwood and lucy#ao3#locklyle fics
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The Navi way.
Sorry for the bad writing guys (more Jake coming quickly because I cant get enough of him).
He was sent to pandora by the sky people it was his mission to collect information and to feed it back to his commander. He was not meant to start any romantic relations or anything emotional towards the Navi people.
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Your pov:
I have to kill for a Navi that acts as if he is a child, he acts like killing isnt the last resort for Navi. I grab the source of light and throw it into the stream of water diminishing its flames, I climb up the branches and speed up. I hear his loud stomps and tripping trailing behind me and his gasps of air from the pace, “Hold on…. Wait up”. He grabs my arm while speaking, “I just wanted to say thanks for killing those things”. I swing my bow back to hit him, his grip on my arm immediately realising, “damn” he mutters astonished. “Dont thank. You dont thank for this. This is sad, very sad only”, I say leaning down and glaring at him. Hes still on the floor but now with one hand up asking for forgiveness through body language, “Ok im sorry. For whatever I did im sorry”. I stand up straight shaking my head at him still upset, “This is your fault. They did not need to die” those animals didn't deserve such a sad death at all. The outsider smirks still on the floor disagreeing with what I believed, “My fault? They acted me how is this my faul-”. I interrupt him swiftly shoving my bow in his directions, “YOUR fault, your fault. Your like a baby..making noises not knowing what to do”. The man puts his hands up while standing up leaning in closer while speaking,“If you love your little forest friends why didn't you let them kill me? Huh?”. The question throws me off guard immensely yet I know my reasonings, “...you have a strong heart, no fear”. I walk up closer to him squinting at him with anger, “but stupid you are ignorant like child” I turn away from him walking away quickly. Yet he keeps coming asking me to teach him though sky people do not learn easily, his rant continues on until he nearly falls from the large branch. I catch him by the arm glaring as I steady him, “you are like a baby, you do not belong here go back. “No” he says quickly and continues to fight me on whether he should go with me or not. They float down and surround him showing me it is a sign, he attempts to swat them away and I smack his hand telling him not to in Navi tongue. After the sign I made the decision to allow him to come along with me but as he follows along with me he is tied up by my people. I tell them to back down and to not kill him. We make it to the home tree where my father the emperor is waiting. The executive decision has been made, I am to teach Jake Sully the navi way and he will prove himself to be one of us. Lots of training has been put into Jake for the past few days, this consists of teaching him the navi language which he struggles to grasps. It feels the only way for him to learn is a smack to the head after the third time repeating a phrase. He is truly a moron, his form at shooting bow and arrow needs constant corrections but he is increasingly improving everyday. Yet we bond of his failures and improvements such as now. Jake pulls back the arrow with almost perfect form but it is not quite correct and to my standard, I lift his arm up slightly and stand next to him our cheeks almost touching from the proximity. I teach him the way to kill properly and how to embrace the way of the forest before deciding he is ready to take on the final task of the Navi ways. After watching Jake wrestle and struggling with taming his animal we fly together watching one another in asument, Im proud of my student, i've taking a liking to Jake which is surprising. Maybe more than a liking, its a feeling like no other, when I see him I feel consumed by his presence and love. Jake is expected by the people and my father, I take him to a scared place, we share our love for eachother. We stare into eachother eyes with more love than we’ve ever felt before. I knew that the moment his hand grazed my cheek I wanted to be his forever. He leans in hands holding the sides of my face sensually. Our lips find each other, I feel his hand move to the back of my neck pushing me closer to him. We don’t separate for what seems like hours the emotions too intense to pull back from. But our lungs can only go so long without air, Jane pulls back give a large smile plastered on his face hands still resting in place. “I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?”, he says with nothing but hope and adoration. “I’m yours Jake” I huff out still short of breath. Jake slams his lips to mine pushing us backwards, I moan and kiss back with the same intensity. Jake sinks down to the ground where I follow suit seeing how the beauty around us illuminates his features. He pulls me into his lap, his hands rubbing down my back as he lays open mouthed kisses along my neck. We are breathless in the most beautiful way possible, that night I declare him as my mate for life.
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I wake up on the floor Jakes arms wrapped around my body securely I smile embracing the moment for as long as possible. Then the cracking starts the sound of the forest where I live being broken and cut down, I shake Jake trying to get him to wake up before he is crushed by a falling tree. I have to drag him out of harms way, he wakes up and we get to safety as quick as possible, my heart breaks for my home. I stand and watch the place where I grew up and spent my life, get broken apart by aliens, people with no remorse for my home, I cry watching my only comfort is Jake's hand on my shoulder.
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#batfam#gotham text posts#twitter au#steph brown#im sorry but in my soul she's a nutcase#batfam sticks together no matter what#part two?
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Imagine standing up for Cassian’s character on Aldhani.
he’s a good boy and we all know it.
requested by: this one’s specifically for you, @angstyvirgin001! thank you for your support <3
warnings: m-mind control? idk
requests for andor’s first six episodes are open! no spoilers for anything after that, please!
written by: archie
He’d known his presence would cause a stir, but he hated the way they looked at him. So many eyes, all of them sceptical, willing to tear him to shreds: all but one.
He met your gaze. You seemed so at home in the Aldhani clothes that made his own body uncomfortable. Wild hair travelled with the wind around you, a dash of earthy freckles, and there was a faraway focus to your eyes.
An Aldhani mystic.
He would’ve become hostile under your lingering gaze, if only it wasn’t for the uncommon serenity that laid over him. There was no negativity there. But it felt too strange to be watched in such a way, to be affected this strongly by simple eyes, so pushed away the magnetic pull and turned his gaze elsewhere.
It took only moments before he found his way back to you. That deep gaze that somehow reached deep inside him, leaving a warm touch against the cold air of the Highlands.
You took a step towards him.
His eyes widened, a shake in his chest despite the gentle smile fixed on your face that tried to manipulate him to being at ease- but he fought it. He’d not be tricked.
“Clem, hm?” The voice was just as airy as he’d imagined. Your eyes… He just couldn’t look away. He’d never been caught in such a stare before, one that felt so ethereal, yet so deadly.
“You’re a mystic?”
A friendly breezy nod. “Of the Raae clan. The last outside of the Enterprize Zone.”
He was aware of the others watching them, listening in even as you spoke, but something didn’t allow him to look away. He had to dispute your clear power over him, whatever it was you were doing. He was never one to be taken in like this. “I don’t believe in that stuff.”
“You don’t have to. But they,” you tipped your head to the others, “They do. They look to me for reassurance, and you… You’ve come into our company from out of the blue.” With that, the cramp on his attention tripled.
He was entirely compelled to place all his attention on you, as if some kind of doorway had opened between the two of you. A strong current drew him to the door, pulling, pulling, letting you see whatever was going on inside. It was too unnatural, too raw. His voice strained with the fight. “W-what are you doing to me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Relax.” You shone a sheepish smile, and he felt the weight lessen immediately. The doorway was still there, but the current had eased. He rolled his shoulders and took a step back, the frayed nerves of his mind far more comfortable without you commanding them. “I didn’t mean to be so intense. You’re just so…”
He blinked, waiting. “Yes?”
You were too lost in a thought. Not a word came. He shifted between his feet, not sure if he should run. A glance to Taramyn and his blaster told him he wouldn’t get far.
Your head tilted aside and eyes slipped down from his face, honing on the centre of his chest. Your brows furrowed. “Hm. What is…?”
He was suddenly hyper aware of the kyber crystal’s weight on his chest. Could you see it? Was it peeking through his Aldhani clothes? He couldn’t hazard a glance for fear of giving it away. Instead, he trained his face to stone.
Your hand reached out undeterred, as if following the waves of energy from the item on his chest. You stepped in, drew nearer and nearer until he could hear the gentle tremble of your breath, though you never once touched him. Your fingers remained an inch from his wool, brow creased as if reading, reading…
Your gaze snapped up to him. Panic squeezed his chest. A knowing smirk lifted one corner of your lips, a single word fell out in a low murmur.
“Kyber.”
He jolted.
He’d been found out. Barely two minutes here, and he’d been caught. The look in your eye told him everything he needed to know, that you’d seen everything you needed to. “H-How?”
You pushed his question aside, voice staying low. The others couldn’t hear. “The crystal will go back to its owner. You will stay with us, you will save this mission. Then, I’ll follow you.”
He couldn’t tell if they were predictions or commands, and he didn’t have time to ask as you trekked back to the others without so much as a glance in his direction. Once again, he felt free enough to hear the winds, smell the herds. He hadn’t realised you’d dulled his senses until they came back.
“He’s safe,” you announced, words ringing certain and true. “He carries destiny with him.”
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“A new me.”
synopsis — they were worried that you would never be the same after... that, especially since you were so close to offing yourself. but you manage to come back, as bold as ever. they miss your old self though. [platonic! five eccentrics x amab! reader] PART ONE (?) -> part two
content warnings — sfw, pinch of fluff? angst, mentions of suicide. SPOILERS FOR THE WAR (pre-anime plot), oc inserts
author’s note — did i base MC off of a twst character? yes, yes i did. *bangs head against wall in procrastinating the requests and kinktober*
word count — 2640
THE SIXTH ECCENTRIC WAS DEEMED TO BE A ‘PLACEHOLDER’.
Even Eichi questioned Tsumugi’s choice. You were so secluded, barely anybody saw you, let alone watch you perform your talents. And for the people who have conversed with you, they were pretty sure of themselves:
You were just a shy, talentless waste of space.
You even planted seeds of doubt in the other Eccentric’s minds. Were you cunning like Rei? A perfectionist like Shu? Lax like Kanata, magical like Wataru, or creative like Natsume? What were you?
What did Tsumugi Aoba see in you?
You would ask that question to yourself so many times. Even if you made a unit and went against fine, you would have been annihilated. Did Wataru also know that? Was that why he took you into his own unit? You barely did anything, though... like a substitute. There for the practices, forgotten for the stage.
The only person who could actually see your potential was Rei Sakuma. The one time he talked to you, before you cowered away, he realized it.
Of course, he didn’t say anything. He wanted you to figure it out yourself. Realistically, he was the bridge between you and the other Eccentrics. It wasn’t until the fall of their units that they finally ‘accepted’ you. They saw you as a familiar.
They wanted to save your innocence from the evil of the world.
Was it because they couldn’t save themselves? They thought that they would use you as a sense of comfort? Or did they actually care for you?
You felt indebted to them, you felt guilty. Here they were, fighting fine head-on while you were hiding in the shadows. Heck, even Natsume who did something similar, wasn’t afraid to go against the Student Council too.
You never felt more useless.
Self-doubt ate at you, deteriorating your last shreds of confidence. It was your fault that you dragged them into your problems. There they were, protecting you from the eyes of the public, losing their own selves. Breaking into pieces when Shu locked himself away, smashing those pieces when Rei changed permanently, and grinding them into scattering dust when Wataru had accepted his fate.
Was this your fault?
Nobody realized that you were slowly secluding yourself from them. They simply thought that this was your normal behavior. They didn’t think any farther than that.
They didn’t know that you’ve been visiting the roof, especially after a ‘friend’ of yours already committed.
It was your fault, it finally was confirmed. You dragged somebody innocent, somebody with such a kind heart, to leave the world. You couldn’t even stop them, help them, save them.
You really were useless.
You really were pathetic.
You remembered that one night quite clearly. It was cold, your least favorite type of ‘weather’. The wind was low, but even the slight breeze brought goosebumps to your arms. You were in total darkness- the moon was nowhere to be found. How comical, even the moonshine didn’t bother to see you off.
The ground was rather far off. Thanks to the lack of light, you couldn’t even see the path that looped around the school. Did that comfort you, that you couldn’t see the end? It was almost like falling down to hell itself, not seeing the bottom of the pit...
Your knuckles turned white as you gripped your arm even tighter, sitting on the edge of the wall. Both of your feet were dangling off the roof, and you were slouching so much to the point that if you leaned in further... off you went.
It really didn’t sound so bad.
You didn’t have a role in the world. Would anybody miss you? Why would they?
Nobody in their right mind would be at the school at this time... unless of course another stupid DreFes was going on. The god-damned performances orchestrated by Eichi himself, the President.
But in case anybody was in the building, you better hurry this up.
What would happen after this? Encased in an endless sleep? Reincarnated? Hopefully not... to save the people you would interact with in case.
“...”
“Am I interrupting something?”
You didn’t bother to turn around at the familiar voice. “Sakuma.”
In the corner of your eye you saw the second-year walk next to you. His raven hair was disheveled, bags under his blood-red eyes, and his school uniform quite a mess. He managed a smile towards you, but you could tell it was strained.
“It’s quite a cold night,” He mused, his voice now forever carrying a tired tone. “I suggest you come in before you get a cold.”
“It doesn’t matter,” You muttered, bringing your legs close to your chest and glaring forlornly at the ground under you. Great, now you had to explain.
“But indeed it does,” Rei said. “I wouldn’t like for you to get sick, my dear [name].”
“Can you leave?” You halfheartedly snapped, not noticing the hurt gaze on the upperclassmen. “I’m... busy.”
“I don’t see it that way. I believe you were just stargazing.”
You sighed harshly, getting more irritated by the second. “I don’t need your opinion, Sakuma. Leave me alone.”
“[name], don’t.”
“What do you mean, don’t?” You hissed, finally facing him with an aggravated expression. “What do you think you can do to stop me?”
Slight panic swirled in Rei’s eyes as you stood up shamelessly on the wall, his hands flying up to you. But when you took a step back from him, his arms drifted back down to his side. “[name]...”
“Why don’t you go back to your friends?” You spat, hugging yourself. “You don’t need to look after me- you never had to. I didn’t ask. Besides, I was just holding you behind.”
“You never were,” He almost rushed, his eyes flitting from your feet back to your face. “Just- step down, please.”
“Why should I listen-”
“[name]...?!”
You bit your tongue in annoyance as the roof door opened, revealing Natsume and the other three behind him. Great.
“What- what are you doing?!” He snapped, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Get off!”
“I have a question for you,” You turned back to Rei. “But I guess the others can indulge themselves. How the hell did you know I would be here?”
“Are you kidding me? Even the stupidest could realize that you weren’t acting yourself,” Shu snapped. Wow, so he finally left his abode.
“Talk to yourself, Itsuki,” You hissed back. “You didn’t even think about the others after you were humiliated. I wonder how Mika or Nazuna are doing, huh?”
“Now now, my flower,” Wataru reasoned, putting his hands up in surrender. “Just step down and we can talk this out.”
“Or just convince me of false facts?” You muttered under your breath, dipping your head shamefully.
“[name], is ‘this’ because of what ‘happened’?” Kanata said softly, and you felt your shoulders unintentionally relax. “Don’t ‘worry’, we can ‘fix’ it.”
“I’d rather you not interact with me nor throw yourselves in my problems,” You said. “But it seems that you lot don’t know when to quit.”
“[name], you’re our friend,” Natsume snapped. “Stop saying foolish things and step down.”
“Oh, so you think you can boss me around now?!” You nearly yelled, your throat becoming dry as you felt your eyes misting. “Is this it’s really about? Afraid to lose your precious artifact? I know I remind you of your past selves, and you don’t want to lose it. The upsetting fact that I had to say it instead of one of you.”
“You think we feel that way...?” Rei’s voice quieted.
Only him and Natsume looked bewildered. The other three broke your gaze, guilt seeping in them.
You cursed under your breath, wiping at your eyes harshly as you failed to stop the waterworks. “Whatever. You don’t want me to do it, I won’t.” You jumped back down onto the roof, but you beelined straight for the exit, shoving past the group and ignoring their almost pleading gazes. “To really think I could go calmly...”
You didn’t bother to look behind you as you descended the stairs for the last time, not bothering to wonder why they weren’t following you. The other five, on the other hand, uselessly stared at each other.
“I think we messed up big time,” Rei whispered, looking more tired than ever.
---
They weren’t sure to feel guilty or glad that you didn’t show up to school the next day, or the day after... which turned to weeks, months, an entire semester. They never saw you after that incident.
Devastation was over-weighed by their cowardliness to confront you again. How were they sure that they were going to get you back after a single, simple conversation? It may be simple to do that in order to break it up, but repairing that permanent scar... if it ever happens, it won’t anytime soon.
The most affected was Natsume. If he didn’t hate Tsumugi now, he sure did, forbidding him to enter the secret library. He dragged you into this mess, after all. Plus, he didn’t need anybody seeing him drowning in guilt, some of his flasks and tubes littering the ground as broken glass.
Rei could only contemplate as he laid in his coffin, away from the prying eyes of the students. What if he did help you out along the way? Would you have been better?
Wataru seemed to be the least affected, but if you could look closely, when he would pull out his usual bouquet, missing a single flower. And that flower was locked away in a box out of shame.
Shu burned all the costumes, patterns, and accessories he made for you as soon as he did, frustrated tears staining his cheeks. He doesn’t need to dwell on past memories. He needs to focus on his broken fame and how to fix it.
Kanata gave away the fish he had planned to give to you. Just staring at it made him feel all... broken inside. He didn’t like it.
As for you- you weren’t any different.
You locked yourself in your house for a month, only going out to get the necessities to be alive. Otherwise, you weren’t living. Almost like an empty shell that is taking up space, all the joy and ignorance sucked right out.
You couldn’t even feel rage, anger towards the five students that basically used you as their plaything. The only reason they accepted you was because you were just an escape from reality. They never acknowledged you as you... right?
It doesn’t matter. You never want to see them again.
Another month wasted. You didn’t even know what was happening out in public. You didn’t need to. All you needed to know was how long you could keep this up until you timer finally slowed to a stop, letting you run away from the cruel, cruel world.
Running away. You really were pathetic.
Three months passed.
Four months.
Five.
But before the sixth month, you heard a sound. And it was that simple sound that got you going once again.
A knock on your door.
It was two people, both males. Why were they there?
“I’m sorry to bother you, sir. My friend and I had recently been... ah, kicked out. We’ve been going around in hopes to find shelter for the cold winter coming. Do you mind?”
Why would you? Nothing really mattered anymore.
Without another word you stepped away from the doorway, silently inviting them in. Relieved looks melted their polite faces, immediately stepping in and letting out a sigh.
“I don’t have much to offer,” you muttered. “But please, make yourselves at home.”
Looking back, this was probably the best decision you’ve ever made.
These two people changed your life forever.
Their names were Hisui and Furoido, and they were the two people who would never leave your side again. The sixth month was slightly brighter with them around, one being extremely polite yet cunning, and the other an unruly mess. They brought joy to your shadow-encased house, your dark life. When the winter season ended, much to their surprise you offered them a permanent home for them.
They were both aware of the things they have done to you. You were first a silent shell, who barely interacted with them, but your cold facade melted and soon the glimmer returned to your eyes. A smile creased your lips, and words flowed out of your mouth more frequently. Offering them a place to stay was almost a silent ‘thank you’. And so they accepted it.
In the stretch of the seventh month, they came across your old Yumenosaki uniform.
“[name], did you... want to become an idol?”
Mentioning that made you stiffen your shoulders, your lips becoming taut. But you couldn’t deny the curious gaze, and so you confessed: “...Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“What happened?” One asked.
You surprised yourself when you told them your entire story. Did you really trust them that much? You guessed you did.
When you were done, your throat felt dry, and the two males stared at you in dead silence. Finally, Hisui spoke up.
“That is indeed... saddening,” He whispered, a ghost of a pitying expression crossing his face. “I’m truly sorry.”
“Those bunch sound like assholes,” Furoido muttered. “You were right to not listen to them.”
You strained a smile. “Thanks... I guess. A little part of me wants to keep going, but that seems to be the sole factor that holds me back.”
The calculating look on Hisui’s face unsettled you. But when he finally opened his mouth, you were intrigued.
“We can help you back onto that path.”
“We can?” His friend blinked.
The former smiled. “Of course we can. We really are forever indebted to you, [name]. I would be honored to help you achieve your dreams.”
“How so?” You questioned. “Even if you figure it out, there’s no way at this point that I’ll be able to jump back to where everybody else is now.”
“Well,” Furoido interrupted. “There are a number of ways that I can think of, possibly even more than Hisui is thinking of.”
“And judging from your story, I can deduce that you, [name] are an extremely intellectual person,” The other continued. “If we work together to help you... I can almost promise you would be as good, no, even better than if you would if nothing ever happened. Plus, we would be getting a bit of fame ourselves. A bit of a win-win, isn’t it?”
He... he has a point.
“Plus, you would want some... revenge against them, right?”
True.
Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and processed everything. After a short second you opened them again, and much to the other two’s delight they were filled with determination.
“Well then,” You mused. “Shall we get started?”
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Another decision you would always cherish. You finally witnessed the true talent of the two friends, and thanks to them your own began to grow. Practicing from day to night, analyzing the state of Yumenosaki and even further, Ensemble Square, the popularity of the current idols, the managers and producers behind them, and everything in between.
“You want some revenge, right?”
The sole sentence that motivated you, and changed you. No more cowardly, useless [name]. You needed to show them that you weren’t just a plaything... you were somebody that could be successful and gain the eye of everybody with just a snap of your finger.
A new you.
You liked the new you. You felt almost... powerful. Fueled by the raw idea of vengeance, with two solid units right behind you, you felt unstoppable. You didn’t care if people fell from your stampede. They never would feel the pain you went through. It didn’t matter to you.
Ten months gone, but it created a new danger.
#ensemble stars#enstars#five eccentrics#rei sakuma#shu itsuki#kanata shinkai#natsume sakasaki#wataru hibiki#OOOOOO I LIKED THIS#no i didnt base if off of azul and jade and floyd#what???? nooooo#part two?
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