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[knightofameris]

hot chai tea — kita shinsuke

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: neutral 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: reader has a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1.3𝚔 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: okay I was trying to not include any notes for these but I had to for this! After writing (well, partially into writing it) this I found that I enjoyed it enough that I wanted to submit it for @agaassi​‘s 4k celebration 🥺 It’s not a cafe AU, but I call it the “cafe au but make it boba” I’ll include a bit more of some notes at the end so uhmmm catch ya in a bit! 

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍: hot chai tea 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 ChaTime  𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔!

⇽ 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 ◜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞◞ 

Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. 

First you woke up late, you didn’t even have time to eat, the campus bus left you as you were running towards it which made you late to your last 8AM (with an attendance policy) class of the semester. Then, you realized you brought the wrong notebook for your 8AM class for the review session since finals was next week and you forgot your laptop so you resorted to taking notes on your goddamn phone. Ah, but then your phone died and you forgot to bring a charger and a portable. Because of that, you lost track of time while studying that you were late to work. 

You only made it into work 10 minutes late but it was in the midst of a rush and you messed up the first three orders terribly. So badly that your coworkers and manager just put you in the back to sort some things instead. 

That’s how you found yourself scowling as you carried boxes back and forth, organizing cups and food items in the fridge. This is it, this was your villain origin story. Forced to the back after a shitty day and—

A strict, yet soft, voice called out to you. 

You felt a shiver run down your spine, stopping you in your tracks, and slowly turned towards the voice of your manager. 

Kita Shinsuke.

Honestly, you weren’t usually scared of him. He’s a nice guy, kinda robotic at times, but he has an aura that commandeers respect. He says it like it is, but he cares a lot. Always on time, always working efficiently, always able to handle the Miya twins when needed. 

It’s just that... He’s never had a reason to use that voice on you. 

“Ah, Kita-san, what’s up?” You asked, trying to put on a smile. 

His intense eyes stared straight into yours and you immediately looked away, feeling a bit too vulnerable under his gaze. 

“Is there some reason why you’re not performing like you usually do?” 

Right, Kita was always someone who could do his job no matter what happens. Performing anxiety was nonexistent to him. Or any anxiety for that matter. 

“I, uh,” you debated between telling him a lie but you had a feeling he’d read right through you. Maybe being honest was the better choice here. “Just had a bad day.” 

Kita doesn’t say anything. Instead, choosing to wait. So you set down the box with a sigh and began explaining everything that happened. And he listens, fully and wholeheartedly. He doesn’t say anything, nor is he thinking of what to say until you finish. By the time you’re done going over the events that transpired that eventful day you find that you’re choking back tears. 

“I want you to take a deep breath,” he instructed. He walked up to you as you did so and set his hands on your shoulders. “With finals next week, you should go home and rest so it doesn’t impact your exams. Your immune system is weakest when you’re stressed and you should take care of your body-”

“Wait, Kita-san—” It’s already too late, he had you turned around and began pushing you towards the exit in the back. 

“-Eat some dinner and sleep early tonight. Then make sure to get plenty of breaks as you study.” 

“Wait, but Kita, I need to work,” you pleaded, dropping the honorific. Although, that caused you more of a fright than himself as you scampered to try to fix your mistake but Kita just holds up a hand. He didn’t really mind the fact that you dropped it. 

“Do you need the money?” 

You blinked then stare down at your feet with a soft murmur of ‘yes’ and begin to explain, “I work the exact hour of shifts needed to pay for rent before the end of the month. Financial aid only covers tuition and just enough for groceries so...” 

Kita’s quiet for a few moments before he lets out a sigh, “You should still go home.” 

“Wha-? But-!”

“If you need to work an extra shift, I can work one in for you. After finals which is before the end of the month and before your next paycheck.” You frown, weighing your options and as you do so, Kita leaves to go towards the front. Which was confusing as you’re left standing there in the back. You were surprised that none of your coworkers came by but you suppose it’s because they didn’t want to fall under Kita’s wrath with poor word choices. 

It wasn’t until a few moments later that his figure comes into view and in his hand was the standard ChaTime cup that always held warm drinks. Kita holds out the drink towards you and you hesitantly grabbed it. 

“It’s chai tea, not too caffeinated so you’ll be able to rest easy tonight but just enough energy to get you back home,” he told you. You can’t help the few tears that escape your eyes but Kita’s face doesn’t change, no pity and no anger. Just a softness you couldn’t place. It makes your cheeks heat up. You hope you can blame it on you crying, even if it wasn’t much.

“Thank you, Kita-san,” you hesitantly take the cup out of his hands after wiping away the stray tears. “I’ll be sure to rest up tonight.” 

He gives you a curt nod and you’re already on your way to clock out and on the train back to your apartment. You finish the drink by the time you get back to your apartment and do everything that would make Kita proud. Eat dinner, drink water, and rest for the rest of the night. Maybe do a little face mask and watch a bit of Sailor Moon. 

For the first time that day, you were content. 

***

The next time you walk into work is long after finals week finished. There was a bit of a dance in each step you had as you strolled through the boba shop for the morning shift. But that soon came to a halt when you heard someone clear their voice. 

“Oh, Kita-san,” you laughed sheepishly. You could’ve sworn there was a slight smile on his face but that was the least of your worries once you noticed he had two cups in his hand. 

“Here, I hope your finals went well,” he handed you the warm drink and you immediately knew it was chai tea. 

You stared at Kita as he drank his own drink, maneuvering through the shop. You noticed that for this shift, it was just the two of you working. You also noticed that Kita must have been here for a while, the floors were mopped, the teas and toppings were all prepped and ready, monitors had all the drinks, and he prepped both of you a drink. 

He must have gone out of his way to make your shift a little easier. As you drank your tea, the corners of your lips turned upwards ever so slightly. Kita may definitely seem cold at times, blunt even, but he truly looked out for others. 

“Hey, Kita-san,” you called out, walking towards the front where he was standing. He looked up, staring at you as he waited. “You wouldn’t happen to know why my landlord said I could pay my rent late with no fees, would you?” 

Kita hummed, returning his gaze out the window where people were walking and took a sip of his drink. 

“No,” he replied. An uncharastic smirk made its way onto his face that you barely noticed as he took another sip. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. Staring down at the cup in your hands, your fingers playing with the cup sleeve, you struggled to find the right words only to resort for something simple. 

“Thank you.” 

Kita’s brown eyes glanced towards your figure, happy that you seem more well rested. He takes another sip from his cup before speaking up.

“You’re welcome.”

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!

𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: okay hi again lmao. I guess this kinda exposes which anon i am and which college i go to WHOOPS LOL and iykyk lol (to anyone else reading that’s not ae ra). I was going to submit my atsumu one for the 4k writing challenge but I’ve gotta admit, I do not have a plot for his fic yet (as of the moment I’m writing this). And like I said before, I really enjoyed writing Kita’s sm that I wanted to use this one to submit for the writing challenge plus as i started i already had begun to write this in mind for the challenge. (i was also debating submitting Akaashi’s but then I realized I had posted that one already askdhkjf) 🥺🥺 though, this was definitely me being a bit more “risky” (?) since this is the first i’ve written for kita so I’m still trying to understand his character hnng. but i hope you enjoyed reading it! 👉👈 

I haven’t been able to write many things that are over like 3k lately so hopefully this short little fic suffices 🥺🥺 And I’ve only recently been motivated/inspired to write these boba fics, otherwise I would’ve done something else entirely! But it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done a writing challenge and I wanted to celebrate yours and i love love love writing challenges. 

Anywyayyayay, I’ve always enjoyed your writing but I really hope you’re taking your time to take care of yourself! Remember to write for you, get your sleep, eat and drink water (please don’t drink just milk tea omg), study hard, and uhhhhhhhhh make sure to relax!!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety (Virgil x Roman)

Word Count: 9841 Words

Summary: Roman goes into the Imagination after the events of POF but he runs too far. Can the others find him before it's too late?

Warnings: Eye Trauma, Injury,  Blood, Permanent Injury, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: I might make a part 2 but I don’t know.

Shatter Me

Roman loved going into the Imagination and roaming around, the freedom to do whatever he wants and go wherever he wants. It also let him do things he couldn't do around the other sides like spar with his katana and visit Remus and Janus.

So he set out to his part of the Imagination first, cheering himself up with the beautiful meadows and he helped a small snake across the road and a short lecture to stay safe and not get hurt.

He then continued along his way through the Imagination with a small friend following him. Roman eventually stopped and picked up the small snakeling and it curled happily around his shoulders and he continued walking while talking to the small animal.

"So Virgil's been really nice lately. I think we're finally getting along and I really like him. I hope he likes me too." The snake flicked its tongue against his face like a cat grooming its owner. "I suppose you need a name? How about Romy?" The snake blepped at him and he smiled, pet over its side, feeling over the smooth, beautiful scales. "Romy it is."

They continued travelling, Roman telling Romy of his woes with the other sides right now until Roman stopped, noticing the sky had gone grey. Was it about to rain? Oh well, he wasn't going home just yet. He kept walking into the darkness until he found himself in the middle of a forest and realized what happened.

He had walked right into the dark side of the mind. He walked right into the dark side of the Imagination without so much as his sword for protection and he couldn't summon it here, inside of the Monster's Forest and he could hear the monsters that resides here, some howling, others growling, a few rattles and scrapes and screeches. And he was alone with Romy and no weapon.

He slowly, quietly, tried to find the path he'd come on but there was no indication of which way he'd come from or where he could escape. He stuck his head from the brush to look for a way out and got a slash across his eyes for his efforts. He stumbled back, hands over his eyes and holding them as he felt blood? tears? something warm and liquidy in his hands.

And he swore he was opening his eyes even though it hurt but nothing came through them. Romy hissed softly, cuddling to him, comforting him or at least trying to. Roman pet him, his only indication this was real right now and started crying. It would be too long before anyone found him, he'd die here.

"Wait, wait, wait. My baby brother is what?" Remus asked Janus again.

"I need to go into the Monster's Forest. I've been scouring the Imagination but there's only so many places he could be and the last place I need to search still is the Monster's Forest." Janus explained.

"I'm sure he's probably at his castle right now, moping because his ego was hurt." Remus told his boyfriend.

"Virgil checked there first, he's not there." Janus told him.

"Wha-"

"He has to be in the Forest, Remus, but I need your help to get him. It's been a month, Remus. I'm scared. What if something happened to him?" Remus' somber grimace greeted him when Janus finally managed to look up at him.

"Then we'll get him. Bring extra weapons, those things are vicious." Remus warned him.

Not a half hour later, they were at the entrance to the Monster's forest, Virgil, Logan, and Patton alongside so they had more people to search more area, weapons drawn and ready to fight whatever was in there.

"If we talk inside, it'll lead us to the center on the path where they can't hurt us. Don't step off the path, don't stop talking." Remus warned them.

They went about talking, Janus and Remus of their upcoming quest plans, Logan and Patton of their ideas to help Thomas focus, Virgil talking to himself quietly about his feelings about Roman. They eventually emerged into the circle of the forest, the dead center, which had a small grassy field surrounded by a tangled line of trees and foliage.

They didn't quite expect to see a bone-thin version of their friend mumbling to himself, or, rather, to the snake on his shoulders. Said snake slithered from his companion and to the closest side, Remus, to pull him closer, biting at the fabric of his pants and trying its hardest to drag him over.

"Romy?" Roman whispered. Romy let go to care for Roman, rubbing against him affectionately and seeming to tell him it was safe right now.

"Roman?" Remus asked, kneeling before him and ghosting his hands around his shoulders.

"Remus?" Roman asked back, reaching out for him, hands hitting Remus' chest and grasped on. "Remus, you came." Roman began sobbing.

"We all did, Roman." Remus alerted him.

"Everyone's here?" Roman asked.

"Yes, Ro, can't you see us?" Patton asked.

"I can't. One of the monsters. It...It scratched my eyes when I tried to leave." Remus hugged him close, protectively so, and Romy slithered onto Roman's shoulders, keeping him company again, protecting him.

"How did you survive here for a month?" Logan asked.

"You won't like it." Roman warned.

"Roman, are you okay?" Janus asked softly.

"I think so?" Roman answered unsurely.

"Remus, we need to leave, it's going to start getting dark soon." Virgil warned him, gently taking Roman, letting Romy crawl from Roman's shoulders to his own in the process of getting Roman settled in his arms. Virgil was concerned by how little his friend felt like he weighed.

"Okay. It's harder getting out so everyone tire this rope around you." Reus alerted everyone tying everyone to the rope. "We all guard Virgil no matter what. He can't fight. Virgil called bullshit. Virgil let his cloud-like aura manifest itself like a shield around him and Roman, impenetrable. "Nevermind, that works too. Again, keep talking, it should let us out if we all keep talking. Jan, talk to the new snake friend, keep him communicating." Remus reminded the snake-like side.

"Hey Ro, I'm really glad to have you back, everything's been so boding without you. I've missed you a lot." Virgil prompted Roman to talk.

"I thought I would die out here."

"I wouldn't let that happen. I made everyone search."

"But why do you care? I'm just a good-for-nothing price that can't even do his job."

"You're not. You're amazing and I'm sorry I've never said anything before but Roman, you matter and I'm sorry if I ever make you feel like you don't because you matter so much to me and I can't stand to see you hurt or unhappy."

"I matter to you?"

"Matter? Roman, I'm in love with you. Roman, I love you, of course you matter to me." Virgil sighed as they stepped from the forest and Remus counted all six of them and Romy, all seven, perfect.

"You love me?" Roman asked.

"So much." Virgil whispered, letting down his aura to calm himself and he had to hand Roman quickly off to Logan and took a few deep breaths to regain his strength and composure.

"Vee? Ae you okay?" Patton asked.

"I'm fine, I just... I had to protect Roman." Janus then noticed the blood spot forming on Virgil's right leg, his jeans ripped with three claw marks down the side from his hip to his knee all the way down his thigh.

"Virgil?" Roman asked as Virgil sat on the ground, breathing deeply.

"I'm okay. Nothing deadly. Just a little scratch." Patton would have scolded him if he wasn't downplaying it for Roman's sake.

"Remus, Roman, why don't you two go with Romy and clean up, I'm sure Roman needs a bath after a month in that dirty place." Patton told the twins.

"Sure, Pops." Remus began carrying Roman to the dark side house, Romy wrapped around Remus' neck now.

Virgil gritted his teeth as Janus had to bite anti-venom into him, nearly screamed actually, at the teeth impaled in his already venom-inflicted skin. But this was good, he could still feel it so no nerve damage had been done.

"I'm sorry." Janus told him, spitting out his blood onto the ground, nearly throwing up at the bitter, sour, burned sugar taste in his mouth of the venom that wouldn't affect him.

Actually, now that it was all he could focus on, he did throw up into the grass, Patton rubbing his back just as much as he was holding Vigil's had as Logan came running back with a first aid kit apologizing as he wriggled Virgil from his ripped jeans and began tending to the finally stemmed wounds.

Virgil would have been freaking out if he hadn't lost so much blood, but a few needles and some stitches meant basically nothing to him in his lightheaded, dizzy, dazing state of blood loss. So, even after nearly a hundred stitches, he was virtually unfazed.

Logan helped him into clean, not ripped jeans and helped him back to the dark side home as well where they found Roman and Remus in the living room with Romy, who was getting right along with Remus' pet possum, Pumpkin. Roman was telling Remus what he and Romy did to survive a month stranded in there with no way out.

"Romy brought me food. Well, his kind of food. But it was enough." Patton grimaced at the idea and Janus was already busy trying to quietly find something in the kitchen that would get rid of the taste still in his mouth from the venom.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Remus asked.

"If it's not any trouble." Roman whispered.

"Of cours, it isn't any trouble. I wanna feed my hungry baby brother! I won't even put anything weird in this time!" Remus told him.

"Thank you, Remus." Roman hugged him. Logan set Virgil next to Roman.

"Virge? Is that you?" Roman asked.

"It's me, my prince." Virgil told him, hugging to him.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Roman asked.

"I'll be fine. Janus gave me some anti-venom and Logan stitched me up good so I'll be better in no time. It's you I'm worried about. You haven't even opened your eyes."

"It's ugly. They're scarred now. They shouldn't be open."

"I'm sure they're not ugly. They're a part of you. No part of you can be ugly, you're too gorgeous to be even remotely ugly." Virgil assured him. Slowly, Roman opened his clouded milky white eyes and Virgil held his face gently.

"Beautiful." Virgil alerted him

"They're ugly and they didn't heal right." Roman told him.

"Well, you won't see, I can't fix that. But I can make them look normal again if it bothers you so much." Logan told him.

"Please?" Roman requested. Logan put his hand over Roman's eyes and a healing blue light flashed before Roman's eyes were their old bright green, though with clouded milky pupils but they looked normal, no scar at all.

"Do I look okay?" Roman asked.

"As handsome as ever. Not that you weren't before." Virgil told him.

"I'm really tired." Roman alerted the other sides.

"Drink this and you can rest." Remus told him, handing him a warm bowl of soup, Virgil supporting his wrists and helping him hold the heavy bowl.

Once Roman drank the chicken based broth, he fell asleep against Virgil and Janus, who had settled next to him to check him over for any bites or scratches from the monsters.

Roman felt safe. He was home.

Taglist: @yeet-ceit​ @sneaky-slytherin​ @punk-academian-witch​

[nalgenewhore]

in the stars

“Oh, my gods, Ellie,” gushed Aelin as she did the zipper of Elide’s dress, “you look so beautiful, my love.” Elide grinned at her maid of honour through the mirror and smiled at the tears that brimmed in Aelin’s eyes. The golden-haired woman shook her head, “I’m not crying, I’m not.”

“I know you’re not,” replied Elide, passing her sister a tissue, “it’s allergy season anyway, all the flowers and pollen.”

Nodding, Aelin carefully dried her tears, not wanting to mess up her makeup, “Yeah, who even gets married in the spring?”

“Heathens,” Elide said, looking at Lysandra when she approached, Elide’s phone in her hand. “What is it, Lys?”

Her plump lips curled into a smile, “Your betrothed called and left a message.” Butterflies swarmed in Elide’s stomach, ones with great big wings; she didn’t know how, with just the thought of him, he managed to make her feel like it was their first date. “Go on, we can work around you,” Lysandra said, indicating Elide’s veil and hair.

Elide smiled and took the phone, holding the device to her ear after clicking on the voicemail. She bit her cheek to calm the smile that threatened to overtake everything. After the automated message played, his voice filled her ear, “Hey, baby, it’s me. I want you to know that I will be at the altar, I’m-“ he cut himself off with a chuckle and Elide could nearly see him running his hand through his hair, “I’m just running a bit behind, but I’ll be there, I promise. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon and I love you more than words can say.”

There was a knock at the door and Aelin nodded reassuringly at Elide, “I’ll get it, just stay here with Lys.” Aelin waltzed to the door and cracked it open, poking her head out and then opening it further, revealing to everyone else Rowan and Gavriel, looking somber where they stood.

The three of them began to talk and Elide couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t look good. Maybe it was about Lorcan being late so she turned to Lysandra, “Darling, can you tell them there’s nothing to worry about? In the voicemail, he-“ her throat tightened and something oily coiled in her gut, “he said he was running late, but he’ll be here, can you tell them that?”

Lysandra nodded, “Of course, Ellie Belly, it’s ok, he’s coming.” She patted the veil in place and walked over to the door, adopting the hushed tone of the others.

It didn’t feel right and Elide stared at herself in the mirror, running her hands over the lace details of her bodice that crept onto her skirt. Her eyes fell to her shoes, resting in the box they came in, not ever worn. She’d worn the sample size in the store and they’d ordered in a pair for her. A sound from the door had her looking over at Aelin, who was staring at her with the most heartbroken expression she’d ever seen on her sister’s face.

Elide huffed a laugh and gathered her gossamer skirts in her hands, stepping off the mini catwalk-like set up and walked over to them, “Guys, it’s ok, Lorcan told me he was running late, he’ll be here…” she trailed off when Rowan slowly shook his head, anguish clear in his eyes. “What?”

“Ellie Belly, it might be best if you’re sitting down for this… we need to tell you something,” Gavriel began, his tawny eyes warm and kind.

She shook her head and shied away from the hand he reached out to her, “It’s really fine, I don’t know why you are all being so weird, he told me, he left a voicemail.” When their faces only grew more devastated, she turned to Aelin, tears threatening to spill from her electric eyes. Elide felt her throat close up again, “Ae, wh-what is it? Can somebody tell me what happened?”

Despite, maybe, her better judgement, Aelin glanced at Lysandra and back to Elide, the two girls taking one of Elide’s hands in theirs, “Baby girl, there was-“

“Fireheart,” said Rowan, shaking his head but Aelin cut him a hard look and he backed down, not meeting Elide’s eyes. Nobody did, except for Aelin. Why wasn’t anyone looking at her?

Aelin turned back to Elide, “He isn’t coming, baby.”

“No, I know he’s not here yet, but he will be, remember the message?” She looked to her phone, “He left a message, he said he was running late but he’d be here, he promised.” Aelin just slowly shook her head. “But he promised.” 

“There was an accident, Lor, he was driving and—” Elide felt her heart drop and didn’t bother listening to the rest. Wrenching her hands from her sisters’, she shoved through Rowan and Gavriel, the two men falling out of her path easily as she tore through the hallway to the nearest door.

This couldn’t be happening, it had to be some stupid, really really stupid, elaborate joke Lorcan had planned, one that she would yell at him for before hugging him really tightly and telling him the next time he did that, she’d kick his ass for scaring her like that.

Outside was overcast and the clouds threatened rain. All her life, she had wanted a warm, breezy spring day, but as long as they were getting married, she didn’t care. The asphalt was cold and rough against her bare feet and she nearly tripped over her skirts. She gathered them in her arms and sprinted as fast as she could to the front of the manor, coming close to running over a few guests that milled about and stared in shock at the apparent runaway bride.

An ambulance sped past her and she knew, without a doubt, where it was going. Elide realized she had started crying at some point and ran faster, feeling a twinge in her ankle, something from an old injury, but the discomfort was secondary. She chased after the ambulance, its sirens on and lights blazing as it drove down the road, getting closer and closer to the lovely little house she and Lorcan owned.

She saw it, a block or two down, a collection of ambulances and fire engines all parked together, blocking the road.

It could’ve been an eternity or a single second, Elide couldn’t tell, before she was there, her eyes falling on the sight of their truck crushed into a building, pinned to the brick wall by another car that had crashed right into the driver’s side. She felt her heart crack and shatter, so painfully that she stumbled back a step and pressed a hand to her chest, her hand digging into the lace and bead details of her sweetheart neckline. Shaking her head, Elide was frozen in place, watching as the firefighters pried a door open and carried out a frail-looking woman, blood streaming down from her head.

Tears were streaming down her face and finally someone noticed her, jogging over and stepping in her way, blocking her from seeing what had happened. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step away-“

“That’s my truck, he’s, we’re getting married today,” she whispered and the man looked down at her white dress and veil. Her dress was ripped and the hems dragged over the dirty ground, wrecking her pristine skirts. It didn’t matter, this day was already wrecked and ruined. Her heart thundered painfully and she wanted it to stop, it hurt too much. “We’re getting married today.” 

The sounds of feet on pavement caught up with her and she turned, looking at her family sprinting down the road to her, expertly avoiding anything that came in their way. 

“Ma’am, I think it might be best if you go with someone, is there anyone we can call for you?” 

Lorcan. They could call Lorcan. But Elide couldn’t say that and so she shook her head. No, there was nobody anymore.

His eyes were full of pity and they flicked above her head just as someone wrapped their arms around her waist, hugging her to a broad chest. Elide turned, it felt so much like his but that head of shocking silver hair wasn’t Lorcan and she pushed Rowan back, pushed him away away away, wrapping her arms around herself as she sunk to the ground, screaming. 

Her throat was on fire, burning as violent sobs ripped from her. There came a loud sound, explosive, and when she looked up, she saw flames engulfing the cars, hungry fire burning and burning, forcing the firefighters to back away, but they dragged a body, one she knew better than she knew herself. 

Managing to stand up, Elide stumbled forward a step and then another, taking another and another, shoving away the hands that grabbed at her. When they started CPR, she let out a sob, the sound of his ribs cracking under the force of chest compressions somehow the loudest of them all. In her heart of hearts, she knew it wouldn’t work because he was gone and it was all for naught. Absolutely nothing would bring him back. “Stop, don’t- don’t do that, you’re hurting him,” she screamed, fighting when Rowan grabbed her and pulled her to him, restraining her movements. “Ro, he’s gone, they’re hurting him, make them stop!” 

It seemed like they had come to the same conclusion and sat back on their heels, a defeated slump to their shoulders. They covered him with a sheet, a finality to the movement. Lorcan was gone gone gone. Never to come back again. Never to be a husband, never to call her wife, never to hold their child in his arms, never kiss her one last time before they gently faded - together, always together - surrounded by family. 

But instead, he’d been alone. Trapped as he waited for his dark god to take him away from her. Scared, terrified as it settled in that this wasn’t something he’d escape. If only he’d been on time… maybe then this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe he’d be alive and maybe she wouldn’t feel like this, like someone had ripped her heart clean out her chest and squeezed it until it finally stopped beating. 

The man that had approached her was talking to one of the firefighters that had taken him from the truck and he pointed to her. Slowly, Elide managed to stand, not bothering to push Aelin and Lysandra away when they stepped up next to her and sandwiched her between them, unwavering as she leaned against them. 

The firefighter walked up to her, sorrow in his face, “Miss, are you Elide Lochan?” 

Elide nodded, not trusting herself to speak as the man let out a strained breath. 

“Before, um, before we got him out, he asked us to pass you a message, would you mind if I told you what he said?” 

“Please.” 

He nodded, more to himself than anyone else and found somewhere else to look as he said, “He asked us to tell you that he has always and will always love you and that,” he cleared his throat, sniffing and finally looking at her, “and that he was going to be fine and that one day, he’d see you again in the stars. I’m sorry we couldn’t save him, Ms. Lochan.” 

Elide smiled a sad and tired smile, “Thank you anyways.” The man smiled back at her and then walked away, his shoulders curving inwards. Her hands fell to her stomach, where a new life had begun, the secret she’d been carrying for just two short weeks. Even Lorcan hadn’t known. Elide wanted it to be a surprise, a little wedding gift just for him. 

Someone gently roused her from her slumber and Elide lifted her hand to her cheek, feeling her tears. She turned to whoever it had been, finding the doctor standing by her side. “Is something wrong?” Elide asked, turning to look at the little bundle sleeping in the bassinet beside her hospital bed. She was so so little, her skin a warm brown, just a few shades lighter than her father’s, and so soft. 

Yrene smiled reassuringly, “Oh, Stella is just fine, a very strong baby. We just need a last name for her.” The door to Elide’s hospital room opened and in walked Aelin, looking tired after the birth. “You didn’t tell the nurse.” 

At the sight of Elide’s doctor, her brow furrowed and she walked to Elide’s side, holding her hand. If nine months ago Aelin had been protective of Elide, there were no words for what she was like now. Everything had changed that grey and cold day, in so many different ways. “Is something wrong, Dr. Towers?” 

Yrene laughed that tinkling laugh of hers, “Everything is ok, we just need a last name for the babe.” 

As if on cue, Stella Luna squirmed and began to cry. Elide sat up, still sore from the birth after the epidural wore off, and gently picked her baby, cradling her in close and softly shushing her. She ran a finger over the curve of Stella Luna’s pink cheek, marvelling at how soft and smooth the skin was. 

“Elide?” Aelin prompted, indicating Yrene where she was waiting patiently with a fond smile and a clipboard. 

She didn’t have to think, leaning down and pressed her lips to her daughter’s forehead, inhaling that intoxicating scent all babies had. “Salvaterre. Stella Luna Salvaterre.” Stella Luna let out a soft cooing noise and nestled closer to her mother. 

Yrene nodded and smiled, if a bit sadly, writing it down on a slip of paper, one of the many forms she’d had to fill out during her stay. “Ok, well, I’ll register this and you rest, alright? You deserve it.” With a little wave, Yrene was gone and then it was just Aelin and Elide, both of them unable to take their eyes off of Stella Luna. 

The bed dipped as Aelin sat, pulling a McDonald’s bag out from her hoodie that she’d snuck in for Elide and putting down on her bedside table. Elide bounced the bundle, whispering to Aelin, “I just can’t stop looking at her.”

Aelin grinned warmly and gently booped her finger over Stella Luna’s button nose. She saw the tear tracks on Elide’s face and sucked in a sharp breath, “What happened?” 

Elide shook her head, nodding down to the sleeping baby she was rocking, “Just a dream, hon. Nothing to worry about, I promise.” 

“Ok,” said Aelin, worry still coating her voice. “Are you alright, El?” 

Huffing a laugh, Elide looked up at her sister, “Not in the slightest, but… I will be.” She dropped her eyes to Stella Luna once more, unable to tear her gaze away, “We’ll be just fine. I’ll see him again.” 

The stars outside her window were calling to her and she looked to them, smiling up at the twinkling lights. I’ll see you again one day, in the stars. 

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Intoxicated — Eddie Kaspbrak

A/N: This isn’t my first time writing something this long and it certainly isn’t my first smut. I hope you enjoy it. The reader is female. This is an 18+ fic. I won’t specify the readers ae, as it seems unnecessary to do so.

Anonymous asked: Hello! I was wondering if you could possibly write a smut for Eddie Kaspbrak please? Maybe it could involve the reader and Eddie having forgotten each other for those 27 years but when they meet up again, all of their feelings return and it’s too much to handle? Thank you so so much in advance! ☺️

Warnings: Smut, descriptive sexual content, a teenage Eddie x reader at the beginning. NSFW! I’m not your mom, so I can’t tell you what to do, but I would prefer 17+. Enjoy!

Eddie ran his slender fingers through your hair and you felt a hot tear drop into your shoulder, soakinb into your skin. At this point, you had already cried all of the tears you could.

As your senior year had come to a conclusion, it was time for you to leave Derry behind. A few of your friends had already left, but you couldn’t imagine leaving until after graduating. Eddie was taking it the hardest, next to Richie who cried his eyes out at home after hearing the news; he would never tell you that though.

“Hey, now. It’s okay. We can still call each other every day and write each other letters.” you said, stroking the freckled skin on Eddie’s soft face.

“I just wish I could go with you. Leave this shithole town. There’s nothing here for me.” he muttered, sniffling and wiping his tears with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. You smiled softly at him. It hurt your heart to see him so upset. But he had a point. There was nothing here for him. There was nothing in Derry for you either. All you had was the bad aftertaste of all the bad memories. Most of your friends were gone, anyway.

“It’s okay, Eds. I love you. I promise I’ll stay in touch. We’ll see each other again, I promise.” you whispered, tears threating to spill over again. You pulled Eddie’s face to yours and kissed him softly, the taste of his lips and the tears that spilled down his face overpowering you.

“I love you too.”

And so when the day came for you to leave, Mike, Richie, and Eddie were there to send you off. Richie’s eyes were clearly swollen from the amount of tears he had cried earlier that day, but he promised to be strong, for your sake.

Mike leaned in and gave you a tight hug. And you both sat there, taking each other in for a moment, before you pulled away. He gave you a weak smile to which you returned.

“I’m going to miss you, Mike.” you said, reaching up to touch his face. “Stay in touch, will you?” He nodded.

“Of course.”

Richie looked down at his feet as you turned to him. He told himself to be strong, but look at him now. He can’t even look his best friend in the face and he was a blubbering mess.

“Listen, Trashmouth. You’re not going to get all soft on me now, are you?” you smiled and giggled, trying to lighten the mood. He looked up at you and removed his glasses. You pulled him into a long embrace, stroking the back of his head, running your fingers through the curls. “I love you, Richie.” your voice cracked as you spoke. “It’s going to be okay.” smiling at him, you nodded.

“I love you too, Y/N. Please, just call me every now and then. I don’t know if I can put up with Kaspbrak over here for very long without you.” he laughed through a sob. You smiled and then turned to Eddie.

“Eddie, sweetheart, please—” you couldn’t even finish the sentence that was in your mouth before he grabbed you tightly.

“I love you so, so much.” he said, pressing his lips to yours in a long kiss. “I need you to promise me you’ll stay in touch, please.”

“Of course.” you said, wiping some of his tears away with your thumb. Those bug brown eyes looked into yours, pleading. “I love you so much more.”

And so, you finished placing your items in your car, and began to drive away. With every mile you drove, the memories began to fade. You were off to make a future for yourself. The only future for Eddie now was his present. He sat on his bed, sobs wracking his body, until he fell asleep. And everytime he woke up, he forgot more and more.

»

You didn’t even give it a second thought. You threw your clothes into a bag along with other essential items you would need.

“Yes, yes. Thank you for calling, Mike. I’m leaving right now.” you spoke frantically, zipping that bag closed, and stumbling down the stairs and into your car. “I’ll see you soon.”

The drive was the worst part. You couldn’t remember anything, but you were scared. Of what, though? You slammed on your breaks, your tires squealing, as you arrived at the meeting point. Your own, shaky hands ran through your hair and you took a deap breathe, before making your way into the restaurant.

“Y/N, you came.” Mike said, relieved. He pulled you into a hug.

“Of course.”

“Y/L/N? I haven’t seen you in forever. Oh my God.” Bill gawked, hugging you so tight that you could barely breathe. You returned the embrace and the three of you took your seats.

You took this time to scan over the menu in front of you, ignoring the figure that sat next to you, chatting with Mike and Bill.

Bill nudged you a bit. “Y/N, it’s Eddie. He came.” you could hear him smile when he spoke to you. You froze. Eddie.

“Eds?” you spoke softly, looking up at him. He was so grown. He smiled, still looking just as worried as he was last time you saw him. Oh, how that boy was always worrying.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” he said. His left ring finger caught your eye, and your heart dropped. He noticed. “I got married, haha. Shocking, right?” You swallowed and nodded. “I think we should catch up, by ourselves, after this.” You agreed.

After a few drinks, laughs, catching up, and some weird fortune cookies, you found yourself following Eddie up to his room. You collapsed onto the bed, your muscles all relaxing as you did so.

“I’ve missed you.” you blurted out to him. He just smiled and quietly laughed.

“For the past 27 years. I have waited for you, I missed you, and then I forgot.” He looked down, playing with his wedding ring. “Myra, my wife, she’s—” he paused. “She’s become a problem for me. She’s more of a mother than a wife. My plan was to leave her soon. She just cares, but too much.” He looked up at you. “Plus, it’s almost like, tonight, I finally found this missing piece of me. A piece that I couldn’t find for years.”

You swallowed. It was you. “It’s me, isn’t it?” To that question, he nodded. He slipped his finger out of the ring and set it on the nightstand.

“I’ve waited too long.” You sat up at his words. He was quick to catch your lips in a kiss. He was swift to lay you back down onto this bed. “And I’ve waited far too long to wait any longer to see you, Y/N. Please, let me love you like I used to.” His breathe fanned over your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“Please.” you spoke quietly. He pressed his lips to yours again, running his tongue gently across yours. You let out a sigh as he reached down to pull you clothes off of you body, leaving you in your panties and a silk bra. Eddie removed you bra, running his shaky hands over your breasts, earning a long moan to escape your lips. His other hand reached down to touch on that sensitive bundle on your womanhood.

“Oh, Eddie—” you moaned, back arching, and you ground your pussy on his hand harder.

“I’m going to save the foreplay for another time, angel.” Eddie said, already removing his own clothes. You slipped your panties down to your ankles, kicking them somewhere onto the floor.

His manhood layed on your stomach, heavy and hot, waiting for you.

“I hope you know how much I love you. How much I still love you.” He spoke lowly against your skin.

“I love you too, so much.”

He pressed the tip of his cock into you, slowly at first. He sunk further until he couldn’t anymore, resting his forehead against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, groaning as he did so.

“You’re so tight—oh my God.” He whimpered against your lips. You captured his hips by wrapping your legs around his, pushing him into you even further. Your back arched and you let out a sigh with his name.

“Eddie—please, I can’t—” You whined, bringing one hand up to his hair and the other to rest on his lower back. He understood what you needed. He wanted to give you what you needed. Because he needed you too.

He began to grind against your hips at an even faster pace, the sounds of skin softly smacking filling up the room. You let out another cry, the friction if his throbbing member in your cunt, sending you over the edge.

Your back arched and you let out a string of moans and whimpers, as you came around Eddie’s member. He wasn’t too far after you, releasing himself inside of you, holding you tight, and continued to grind into you, milking your orgasms for what they were worth.

He sat for a minute, staring at your beautiful face, with tired eyes. He pressed a kiss to your temple then kissed on your ear.

“Marry me?” He whispered.

And so you did.

[whatever-the-fucky-i-writes]

Caught Somewhere in Time - Part 3

Word Count: 1,896

Pairing: None (Maybe a very slight OFC x OMC)

Main Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC - Andi, OMC - Max

Warnings: Mentions of injury, Mentions of death, Swearing 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9 (Final)

Series Masterlist

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Supernatural, only my OFC and OMC. Also, the plot line is basically a mash-up of a couple different episodes so I don’t own those either.

Previously:  In the moonlight streaming through the window, I read the time of midnight. I silently get up, somehow managing to make it all the way downstairs to my bag. I pull out my iPod and my earbuds and miraculously make it back upstairs and down onto my temporary bed without waking either Winchester. I insert the earbuds into my ears and scroll through my playlists. I select one with more calming melodies. I relax and focus on my breathing. Slowly feeling like I’m being dragged under into unconsciousness, I begin to feel myself drift into sleep. Sleep finally welcomes me into its warm embrace as “Stairway to Heaven” plays quietly in the background of my mind.

         Around twelve hundred hours the next day, after getting no particularly useful information from the police or the two victims families, we’re once again sitting around the table, this time eating lunch. I’m dining on some exquisite chinese food from the “modest” place down the street. I finish it rather quickly, throwing the empty container and chopsticks into our makeshift trash can, the plastic bag from last night’s gas station dinner.

         “I’m going to get started on some research,” I announce, taking my Raging Bull .44 Magnum out of its holster and placing it on the table. Sam nods, setting down his salad, saying,

         “That’s probably a good idea. Want the case files?”

         “No. ‘Cause it’s totally possible to know what we’re dealing with without even knowing how the victims died,” I reply sarcastically, “Yes. Of course I want them.”

         “Here you go,” he says, retrieving a few manilla folders with pictures and news clippings taped onto them from their place on the floor a little ways from the table where they were unceremoniously dropped when dinner arrived. I set them next to me and pull out my laptop. I turn on my WiFi hotspot, plug in my headphones, crank my music, and get down to business. I rummage through the folders until I find the ME’s reports. Both victims were mummified, that much was obvious, although the how had escaped the ME. The police reports were of no further help. Aside from their COD, the vics had no connection to each other. After today’s many interviews, that much was certain. To further my growing level of frustration with this case, none of the signs were pointing to a ghost or any of the usual suspects. I opened up a new tab on my browser and started rummaging through the surprisingly extensive archive of information on monsters that can suck the life out of a person. It couldn’t be a Shtriga, those fed on children and all our vics were well past adolescence. I found a few sources that spoke of a time god, but all the old gods had long ago lost their powers along with their worshipers and there wasn’t a whole lot to suggest that this god could do this to people. Mainly, it seemed he just had people sacrificed to him and, if you summoned him correctly, he would tell your future so I skim over him. I’d heard of witches being able to give and take years of a person’s lives.

         Maybe that’s what we’re dealing with here, I think. I run a search for other deaths across the country with similar MO’s. Sure enough, the map lights up like a christmas tree. Dozens of deaths across the country in different towns in different states. The victims are always mummified inexplicably and they always pop up in sets of three. There was another string of these deaths in Chicago in the 1980’s... and the 50’s going back and back and back. I’m looking over an old version of the Chicago Defender from the 1910’s when I spot him. In the picture, the man is wearing a suit, trenchcoat, and a fedora. He appears to be in his 30’s. He looks very familiar. It hits me like a bulldozer. I’d seen this man before. I look at the article from the 80’s. Just as I thought, in the background is the man from the picture, looking exactly the same.

         “Hey guys,” I say, spinning my laptop around so they can compare the picture on my screen to the clipping picture, “I think I might’ve found our culprit. You ran into a warlock that could give and take years before, right? Well, what if that’s what this man’s doing?”

         “Could be our guy,” Sam says, “Says here that the person who found the body was a young girl, Lisa Carstairs, on her way home. Maybe she knows who he is.”

         “Yeah,” Dean chimes in, “How ‘bout you track her down and Andi and I will start asking around that area to see if anyone remembers him?”

         “Sounds like a plan to me,” I say, getting up, “Let’s go.” I put my Raging Bull back into its holster and walk out to Baby, sliding into the shotgun seat. Dean hops in, turns on the ignition, and she purrs to life.

         About two hours later, we get a call from Sam letting us know that he tracked the lady down. Turns out, the guy's name was Ed Snider and he used to live down the street from her. After thanking him and hanging up, Dean and I pull up to yet another bar.

         “I hope this goes better than the last twenty bars we’ve gone to,” I say to Dean.

         “Me too,” Dean agrees as he pushes the door open and walks inside. We walk up to the bar and signal the bartender over; she nods to let us know she’s coming. She walks over after about a minute after finishing serving the person she was with.

         “What’ll ya take?” she asks, pulling out a glass.

         “Actually, we won’t be taking anything,” Dean says politely, pulling out his FBI badge. I do the same. “I’m Agent Bonham and this is Agent Jett. We’d like to ask you a few questions.”

         “What d’ya wanna know?” she says sounding slightly skeptical.

         “We’re wondering if you know this man,” I say, holding up the photo of the warlock, “He may go by the name of Ed Snider. Have you seen him around at all?”

         “Why should I tell you?” she retorts.

        “Because we can have you arrested for impeding a federal investigation,” Dean states matter-of-factly.

        “Well… When ya put it like that,” she says, “Ed’s a regular here. Usually comes in around seven for a drink or two. Plays a round or two of pool or darts. Takes a few shots and leaves. Is he in trouble?”

        “I’m sorry, ma’am. But it’s part of an ongoing investigation and we’re not at liberty to discuss. My apologies,” I say sincerely. It’s always heartwarming to see people get concerned about their friends. “That’ll be all for now. Thank you for your cooperation.”

        “Sure thing,” she says, walking over to another customer.

        “So,” I say to Dean as we walk out of the bar, “I’ll call Sam and we can rendezvous back at the house.”

        “Let’s do this thing!” Dean says excitedly.

        After calling Sam, who sounded very relieved that we had finally found a way to track the guy down, we met back up at the house.

        The boys let me have the room upstairs to change in so I grab my duffel and walk up to the room. I make short work of getting my fed suit off.

        God, how I hate that thing, I think to myself. My hunting clothes are much more my pace. I pull on one of my Metallica tank tops. Over this goes a black men’s long sleeve Henley that I found at Goodwill (best purchase of my life, ever!). Next on is one of my looser pairs of blue jeans, and my black combat boots. Next up are my holsters. First, I put on my two thigh holsters. Each holds one gun to the outside of my leg with one band of leather going around my thigh and two straps that hook into the belt loops of my pants, one in front and one in back. A chance meeting with a gamer who’d seen me wearing my full hunting get-up had told me that they looked like the ones in the video game Rise of the Tomb Raider. Secondly, I put on the one that goes around the lower part of my abdomen with pockets for two guns in the back. Next comes my shoulder holster, which holds two guns on the outsides of my abdomen. Finally, I put on my custom one. It holds one around the center of my back by attaching to the shoulder holster. It’s a bitch to get on, but the gun is easy enough to retrieve. After putting all the holsters on, now it’s time to load up. I put the Smith & Wesson Model 29 .44 Magnum in the one on the center of my back. The Taurus Raging Bull Model 500 .5 Magnum and 6” Desert Eagle .50 AE Mark XIX Pistol go in the thigh holsters. The two guns that go in the holster on my lower back are the 7” Mateba Model 6 Unica .44 Magnum and the Smith & Wesson Model 629 .44 Magnum Stealth Hunter. Finally, my Taurus Raging Bull Model 444 .44 Magnum and 8” Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum go in my shoulder holster. Over all this, I throw on my leather trench coat. It keeps me from looking like a walking armory if we have to be out in the open at all. I had also sown some pockets onto the inside so it carried my extra amo.

        I make my way back downstairs and find the boys ready to go.

        “So how are we going to do this?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, “We going to try and jump him outside the bar before he goes in? After he leaves? What’s our plan?”

        “Me and Sammy here were thinking that we’d wait for him to show up at the bar. We’ll wait at the exits and let the others know when he leaves. From there we’ll trail him until we can figure whether or not he’s actually our guy,” Dean says, “We don’t want to take any chances that this is all just some wacked up coincidence and accidentally kill an innocent person. How’s that sound?”

        “Sounds like plan,” I say enthusiastically, “Let’s gank this he-witch and go home!”

        He’d shown up right on time. Nineteen hundred hours sharp. Shortly after that, we split up. Dean stayed with the Impala in the front, Sam took the side exit, and I took the service exit in the back. I’d been standing there for what felt like hours, but my watch told me it had only been one. Time always seemed to slow down when I had to wait for a monster to show itself. Finally, he appeared from within the bar. He came out my exit and began down the street.

        I text Dean and Sam,

He came out through the back. I’ll start tailing him. You guys tail me. See you soon. 

        I follow at a safe distance. Far enough back that he won’t notice me and I’ll have time to hide quickly if he decides to turn around, but close enough that if he makes a move, I’m within killing range. I’ve been following him for about half a mile when he stops, looking behind. I quickly dart behind a building.

        Shit! I think, I hope he’s not on to me. That’d make things awkward. I peer around the corner.

        “Son of a bitch!” I say under my breath. He’s gone. I walk up to where he was and look around. He’s nowhere to be seen. Just as I’m about to give up hope, I hear a sickening scream. It’s coming from within the alley, I run towards the sound. I can hear Sam and Dean running not too far behind me. I turn the corner of the alley. That’s when I see the poor homeless man lying there.

To Be Continued...