#anyway that doesn't sound like much but I felt all the detail. The smell of the musty motel room and the prickly worn carpet

[atropxs]

Spill your Guts; Eddie Munson

summary: eddie gets you high for the first time.

warnings: drugs (weed), vomiting but not described in detail, innocent!cheerleader!fem!reader, mutual pining, nonsexual nudity, no y/n.

word count: 5.2k

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Ten minutes had passed since the fifth period bell rang and you were starting to think Eddie Munson had stood you up. Maybe he just decided that the straight-laced cheerleader wasn't worth his weed or his time. Hell, if you were in his position you might have just done the same. He was probably hiding out somewhere, just to see how long you'd stand alone in the dank basement hallway waiting for him.

Just as you were about to tuck your tail and head into fourth period English, mind racing to come up with various excuses to explain your whereabouts, Eddie's tall frame turned the corner. He smiled as he saw you waiting then wordlessly called you over, nodding his head to a door at the end of the hall.

"You're late." You huffed under your breath as you walked his way.

He held up his lunch box, dangling it in front of you; taunting you with it. "Actually, I'm right on time."

"Hold still," He ordered as you stopped beside of him. You barely had time to process what he was asking before he was plucking the hair pin out of your ponytail.

"Hey," You reached your hand up to stop him but he swatted you away. You jutted your bottom lip out in frustration, the act of which caught Eddie's attention in his peripheral vision.

He looked down at you, tilting his head in a doglike manner as he tried to level with you. "The door's locked, do you have any better ideas?"

You shook your head, causing a stray piece of hair—the same one you were holding in place with the bobby pin—to fall onto your forehead.

"That's what I thought. Now, put the pout away." The words were almost rendered unintelligible thanks to the bobby pin being bent between his teeth.

"But my hair—"

"Looks fine. Always does." He paused between sentences, as if he were unsure if he should add the last part or not, but then decided to go for it anyway.

"You really think so?" You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. He smiled at you cheekily, the bobby pin still dangling from between his front teeth.

If you weren't mistaken you saw a faint blush coat Eddie's cheeks before his got on his knees to pick the lock. You flinched at the clinging sound his rings made as they came into contact with the door knob, already he was being too heedless for your liking. However, much to your dismay, the noise was quickly dwarfed by Eddie's metal lunchbox hitting the ground and echoing down the hallway.

"Eddie," you hissed a warning, looking up and down the hallway for any signs of life, despite the hall going unused for nearly a decade. "You're being too loud, someone is going to hear you."

"They're going to hear us. We're in this together now, princess."

Before you could make any rebuttal Eddie had the door opened and was up from his knees with his hand on the small of your back, ushering you inside. You blew the stray piece of hair out of your face—and really wished you had your now mangled bobby pin back—before you walked in, Eddie on your heels.

The room was bigger than you thought it would be, however most of the space was taken up by what looked to be an old water heater. The robust smell of mildew and mothballs tickled your nose. Mops, brooms, buckets, and various cleaners were scattered on shelves. As Eddie closed the door behind you everything around you went dark, all for the sliver of florescent light under the door cast from the hall. You felt around for the cord hanging from the light on the ceiling.

Eddie put his hand on yours, halting your actions. "It doesn't work. Hasn't since the sixties." He said it like it was obvious information.

"Eddie," you almost whimpered, uneasy from the dark. "How are we supposed to see?"

"Aww, is the little cheerleader scared of the dark?" Eddie playfully nudged you in the ribs. "Or maybe she's scared of the things that could be hiding in the dark." He walked his fingers up your spine in a spiderlike manner.

"I am not." You scowled as squirmed away from his touch.

"Liar." You heard him chuckle, followed by the sound of his backpack unzipping. You watched his figure in the dark as he pulled a flashlight from his bag and set it in the middle of the floor. The light cast strange shadows around the walls of the room.

"I need your jacket," He spoke, taking off his own jean jacket and stuffing it in the crack between the door and the floor.

"But it's cold in here," You complained.

"We have to seal the door so the smoke doesn't get out, otherwise we're sure to get caught. So, unless you have any other clothes you want to take off, I need your jacket."

"Why don't you take your clothes off?" You retaliated before you could think through what you were saying. You could feel your cheeks turning a bright crimson as the gravity of your words set in. Suddenly, you were less afraid of the darkness and infinitely more thankful for it. Eddie opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly cocky, but you held your hand up and cut him off.

"Never mind, just take it." You slid the kelly green letterman jacket from your shoulders and threw it to him. You purposely made a show of wrapping your arms around yourself as you watched the last of the hall light be snuffed out.

"Come over here," Eddie paid no attention to your dramatics as he led you the corner farthest from the door. He plopped himself next to the water heater and patted the spot next to him. There was just enough room for the both of you, had either of you been any bigger neither of you would've fit.

Your right side pressed harshly against Eddie's left. You could feel his bicep flush against your arm. The room was suddenly a whole lot warmer—from the water heater or from your collective body heat, you didn't know. You let out a small awkward giggle as your elbows knocked together while you soothed down the skirt of your cheer uniform.

"You don't have to do this, y'know. I won't say anything if you back out." You were sure Eddie meant the words to be comforting, but to you they just confirmed that Eddie thought the same thing everyone else did about you: you were too much of a good girl to actually go through with something like skipping class and doing drugs.

"If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't've came." The words came out a bit harsher than you had intended them to. You felt Eddie's arms shift against yours as he put his hands up in mock surrender. He said nothing but his breathing picked up a little, you only noticed it because it was now the same labored intensity as your own.

His chest brushed your legs as he reached for the lunchbox and handed you the flashlight. You shined the light on the rust red pail as he clicked it open. Your eyes rested on the contraband sitting in front of you; various amounts of cannabis sat precariously organized in tiny plastic Ziplocks. Eddie began to dig through them before plucking out a small cigarette-like roll. He held it up for you to see.

"This is a joint," He explained, going slow so that he could be sure you were comprehending.

"Obviously," you rolled your eyes at him, you may not have smoked one but you had at least seen a joint before.

"Okay, miss know-it-all," he laughed away your attitude as he reached between you and grabbed your hand, you tensed as his skin made contact with your own to gently place the joint in your palm. You held it between your pointer and middle finger, the same way you'd seen people hold cigarettes in the movies. Eddie really laughed this time as he plucked the roll from your fingers and replaced it between your thumb and forefinger then molded your hand so that you were holding onto it tightly with your remanding three fingers in the air. "I guess just knowing what a joint is is the extent of your knowledge?"

"Fuck off," You mumbled cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

"You don't have to know everything all of the time. I don't expect you to know anything about this." He pilfered through his lunchbox, presumably looking for a lighter.

"Why?" You hoped you didn't sound too much like you were interrogating him.

"Oh, c'mon. You're such a good girl." Those words from his mouth had more of an affect on you that you would have liked to admit. You clenched your thighs together and scooted closer to the wall, hoping to God Eddie didn't notice.

"I am not," You huffed hoping that the darkness concealed your smile. "If I was a good girl I wouldn't have even considered coming here."

"Why did you then?"

"Because you invited me." Playing dumb when the conversation turned to something you didn't like was a skill you'd mastered all too well. Besides, you were not about to spill your guts to Eddie Munson.

"But why did you come?" You were convinced Eddie could see right through you.

Because you invited me.

"Because I wanted to. Now, please hand me the lighter so we can get on with it."

Eddie dropped a silver Zippo lighter into your palm, the words Edward Munson engraved just below the lid.

"Thank you, Edward." You tried not to smile as you placed the joint between glossed lips and flipped the top of the lighter. With a manicured thumb you struck the wheel and waited for a spark but it remained unlit. You struck it again to no avail before shaking it closed.

"Munson," You said with the joint still between your lips. "Your lighter is dead."

Eddie took it from you and in one fluid motion he popped the lid open and produced a flame.

"Looks to me like she's still kickin'," He watched as you scrunched your brows in the dark, noting duly the way the flashlight tucked between your knees cast shadows in the contours of your face. With gentle hands he plucked the roll from your mouth and placed it in his own. "I want you to watch me first," Eddie spoke through pursed lips as he lit up the drug.

"Suck...Inhale...Hold...Release..." He narrated each step as he went, a small cloud of smoke escaped his lips each time he spoke. "Sound easy enough?"

You nodded as Eddie brought the joint to your lips, his hand millimetres away from your face. You sucked in the scent of him in along with the smoke, giving your first taste of the drug a peculiar Eddie-like quality. You were halfway convinced that you could feel the heat where his lips had been on the joint a moment before. You blew the smoke out quickly.

"If you want to get high you actually have to inhale," Eddie teased as he passed the joint to you. "Ah, ah, ah," he tsked, "Hold it how I taught you to." You readjusted your grip around the tight bundle, being careful to keep your fingers away from the burning end.

"Good girl," He praised then waited for you to refute him again. You didn't this time, instead you looked up at him and shyly fluttered your lashes.

Eddie smiled down at you and for the first time you allowed your gaze to linger on his face, mapping out the crinkles that surrounded the exterior of his dark eyes and the dimple sunk into his cheek.

The pounding in your chest increased as you placed the now lit bundle back between your lips. Suck. You did as Eddie had said said drawing in the smoke and letting it sit in your mouth.

"Inhale, now." Eddie reminded you. You did your best to try to swallow the smoke down but instead you put yourself into a coughing fit.

"Easy does it," Eddie gently pushed your head into his chest to muffle the sound. He rubbed your back consolingly as he shushed you, reminding you that you had to stay quiet before giving you the instruction to try again.

You repeated the first two steps again, this time succeeding in engulfing the smoke into your lungs. You held it there for a beat, noticing that Eddie had yet to take his hand off of you and that he was still rubbing small circles on your shoulder blade with his thumb. For a moment the sensation was all you could think about but Eddie's voice broke through the brain fog and reminded you to breathe. He took the joint from your hand as you exhaled.

"How long does it take?" You asked nervously, your knee bouncing in waiting.

"How long does it take to do what?" He was smiling like he knew exactly what, but still wanted to hear you say it.

"To kick in," You had to focus to keep your eyes on him especially when his hand was snaking down your side. You didn't even think that he realized that he was doing it. If he did, you hoped he didn't realize the affect it was having on you.

"Relax, hot stuff." He brought his hand over your thigh and rested it on your knee, applying the slightest bit of pressure to keep you from shaking, the cool metal of his rings caused you to shiver anyway. "Don't focus on what is going to happen, focus on letting it happen."

"Eddie," you tried not to whine, now was not the time to beat around the bush. "Please, just tell me."

"You'll feel it soon enough, doll. Until then you're just going to have to wait it out." He passed the joint back to you and watched in awe as you took another hit, when you tried to pass it back to him he held up his hand motioning for you to hit it again.

"Hitting it only once before passing is like wearing a neon sign saying you've never smoked before—"

"Well I haven't smoked before."

"—Hitting it twice is optimal, it's just enough to get a buzz without causing the person with you to loose theirs. Three times is babysitting, and you don't want to do that." Eddie explained as you exhaled for the second time.

Eddie could taste the remnants of sweet artificial strawberry lip gloss around the edge of the joint as he took his turn to hit. You watched him, trying to make note of everything that he did. His Adam's apple dipped down as he inhaled the smoke, stayed stagnant as he held it for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, seconds, then bobbed back up as he exhaled through puckered lips. You wondered if you looked as nice as he did when you smoked.

"How will I know when it kicks in?" You asked in between your first and second hit.

"You'll know." His forefinger began to tap rhythmically on your knee, you were not in band but you could recognize 4/8 time.

"But how?" You passed it back to him barely able to focus on counting your hits because of the drumming of his guitar calloused fingers.

"You just will." He took the joint away from you. "Maybe you should wait a few minutes before you smoke anymore of this, we don't know how high your tolerance is."

"Eddieeee," You whined, making grabby-hands and causing him to hold it farther out of your reach.

"Just wait five minutes, then you can have it back." He said like it pained him to tell you no.

"But you're not taking a break."

"Because I know how much I can take, you on the other hand, princess, might over exert yourself." Eddie took a fourth hit and then a fifth, you watched him as you waited in anticipation for the drugs effects to kick in, jealous that you couldn't keep up with him.

"Babysitter," you mumbled, a tad bit more out loud than you'd meant to.

Eddie choked on the smoke as he playfully slapped your knee and broke out in laughter, you did too. You couldn't help yourself, the sound of his jubilation was just that contagious.

"I am not," Eddie laughed as he released a puff of smoke.

"You are so," You almost couldn't choke the words out for the way you were giggling, it seemed as though everything was way funnier now that the drug was in your system. "You're like the President of the Babysitters Club."

"I'm already the President of the Hellfire Club, and I can't be the President of two clubs, no one has time for that."

"Oh, how could I forget about the cult of virgins," you rolled your eyes as you released a guttural laugh.

Eddie slapped your arm playfully as he tried to force himself to stop laughing and feign sincerity. "We are not virgins."

You gave him a you-have-to-be-shitting-me look and he spoke again. "Fine, I'm not a virgin, the rest of the club's virginity is... undisclosed." You were both laughing so hard now either of you could barely speak.

"The leader of the cult of virgins isn't even a virgin. My life is a lie."

As Eddie took another hit you could tell just by looking at him he had some sort of burning question, but when he handed the joint back to you, you were so grateful to have the drug back in your possession that any thought of prying whatever he had to say out of him completely slipped your mind.

This time you didn't even have to think of each step that Eddie had told you as you smoked, you preformed the actions almost instinctively.

"How old were you when you first started smoking?" you asked innocently.

"Around fourteen if we're talking weed. Twelve if we're talking cigarettes. What about you?"

"This is my first time smoking anything."

"Not even cigs?" Eddie looked astounded.

"Not even cigs. My parents would flip their shit if they caught me smoking.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Eddie was chewing on his bottom lip. You couldn't stop staring, and you were beginning to think he was starting to notice. You handed the joint back to him.

"yea, because having strict parents is everyone's dream."

"I think it'd be nice to have someone care for you so much that they want to protect you like that. My parents didn't give a shit, and my uncle gave a few shits but maybe if he'd given a few more I wouldn't be here right now."

"My parents give entirely too many shits, and I'm here too."

"Because of me."

"Because I want to be."

Eddie took a deeper inhale this time, holding the smoke in his lungs for a longer time than you'd seen him yet. When he spoke his tone was different. Huskier. "You're a little spitfire, you know that?"

You gazed at him through the smokescreen, watching to see if he expected a response. "Only sometimes." You said finally.

"Do you think i'm a bad influence on you?"

"Yes." You said simply. Eddie smirked at you, bringing the joint up to your lips himself. "I have too many good influences, I'm in need of a bad one." You said softly as you exhaled.

The room was slowly beginning to spin. Maybe it was spinning this entire time and you just noticed it. You couldn't tell. The shadows on the wall became animated; the noises outside amplified. You were cold and too hot all at once. The lines separating Eddie's figure from the wall began to blur and you had the sudden thought that Eddie was going to fall through the wall at any moment. You grabbed hold his shirt collar and pulled him toward you.

"I'm having so much fun." He was so close now that you had no choice but to look into his eyes. Then you had another thought, "I want to kiss you."

You hadn't meant to say that aloud.

"I think you've smoked too much."

"I think so too." You laughed hard and loud. Eddie could get used to hearing that sound. "I still want to kiss you though."

"Shh," Eddie's hand clasped over your mouth suddenly, cutting off your laughter. The metal of his rings sinking into the plush flesh of your lips. You fell silent at once, as you did you could hear the faint sound of jingling keys crossing the door.

"I thought you said no one used this hallway." Fear was evident in your voice.

"They don't...usually." Eddie smiled at you cheekily as he pressed his hand further into your lips, as if that would stop you from asking anymore questions.

"What if someone comes in here?" You whispered through Eddie's hand.

"They won't," Eddie answered, somehow deciphering your mumbles.

"But what if they do?"

"Then you'll let me do the talking."

"But—"

"Shh, you're making yourself paranoid, dear. I've brought people in here loads of times and we haven't been caught yet."

"Oh." The admission hurt worse than you thought it should've. Your stomach turned and suddenly you weren't worried about whoever was outside anymore, instead your mind reeled with the images of him knocking knees in the janitors closet with another girl.

Eddie must have realized his mistake as he quickly blurted, "No, no, not like that—I mean..." But you didn't hear the rest of his explanation because you felt something lurch in your throat, and knew with a sudden sureness that you were about to spill your guts. This time, you meant it literally.

"Eddie..." You pushed his hand away from your mouth and tried to warn him of what was to come, but he just kept talking. You leaned over his lanky legs and felt around in the dark, just having time to grip onto what you hoped was a mop bucket and retched right in front of him

"Oh shit. Are you okay?" As soon as Eddie realized what was happening he gently grabbed the end of your ponytail, keeping it out of your face. Your answer came in the form of another wave of nausea.

"I'm sorry." Tears of discomfiture rolled down your face and you didn't know how to stop them. You tasted the drug in your mouth and throat and your stomach churned once more, this time it was out of substance to surge up.

"Hey, hey, it's alright." Eddie helped you sit up against the wall and handed you a bottle of water from his bag.

The water mingled with the tears that trickled down your chin as you drank. Your mind, still gone from the marijuana, barely registered Eddie softly grabbing your jaw and wiping your mouth with his thumb before disposing of the sick residue on a set of green and white microfiber towels you thought you recognized from the annual cheerleader car wash fundraiser. "It's my fault. I knew I should've made you stop earlier, you just looked so... Never mind."

You were too woozy to pry, but when you looked up at him with woozy eyes—You couldn't tell if your vision was blurry from tears or from the drug—He seemed sincere.

"It's not your fault," You murmured, embarrassment heating your cheeks as you became hyperaware of Eddie's hand still holding your chin and the way he seemed to be studying you with red-rimmed eyes. Your eyes darted to his lips, then to his lunchbox where the mostly smoked joint lay snuffed out on the lid. when had he done that? When you turned you attention back to him, his eyes were on your chest. Instinctively, your hand shot up covering your breast.

"I-I wasn't...It's just..You've, uh, got a little something," Eddie pointed to your chest, and as you dropped your hand you saw where a spot of sick stained your uniform.

"Shit," You huffed, holding back another wave of tears, "Great, now I've got to go around for three more periods with vomit on my top."

"I have an extra shirt in my bag if you want to borrow it." Eddie offered, already hopping up to dig around in his backpack for it. When his hand emerged he was holding a crumpled baseball tee, the picture of a smiling demon printed onto the fabric. "It's, um...," He smelled it and tried to hold back his reaction. "At least it doesn't have puke on it." He offered you his hand to help you up off the floor.

"Thanks." You smiled as he pulled you up, you couldn't help but to notice the way the veins in his arm tensed as he took on your weight. "Thanks for this too," You took the shirt from him eagerly, though it really did reek.

"It's no problem, really." Eddie's words were followed by an awkward silence, neither of you sure how to best approach the situation next.

"Are you going to just stand there and watch me change?" You asked him playfully, hoping the sarcasm masked the giddy nerves at the thought of him seeing your indecent exposure.

"Did you want me to?" Eddie responded with just as much sarcasm. He put his hands in his pockets and lightly whistled as he turned to face the opposite wall.

"Perv, you won't even kiss me and you think I'm going to let you see me naked."

"I don't fancy kissing the same lips I watched your lunch spill from five minutes ago." You could hear the smile in his voice. "What was it that they were serving today? Cheeseburgers?"

"Sloppy joe, actually." You retorted.

"Even worse."

"Whatever happened to 'In sickness and in health?'"

"I didn't know we we married."

"As if I would marry you."

"You'd kiss me though?"

"On second thought, you said you'd had countless girls in here, get one of them to kiss you."

"I said I had brought countless people here. Not girls."

"Touche." In the dark you fumbled around to find the zipper of your uniform, patting around with blind eyes attempting to yank it down. After three failed attempts you sighed, "Eddie, can you help me?" You heard him hum in the dark. "I think my zipper is stuck."

You heard his boots— Doc martens, he must have had to save up for a while to afford those—squeak on the floor as he turned to face you again. Wordlessly you held your hair away from your neck and lowered your head, giving him permission to partially unclothe you.

His left hand sat on your waist, the other at the base of your neck, slowly slipping the zipper down. You heard his breath hitch as the garment fell from your shoulders, the back of your torso now completely visible to him. He watched with eager eyes the movement of your shoulder blades in the dark as you let the top fall from your arms before throwing it on top of your backpack. The outline of your breasts cast in shadow from the flashlight which lay abandon on the floor. "I need you to help me put my—your—shirt on."

"Why can't you do it?" He asked, but he didn't sound like he minded fulfilling the request one bit.

"Because m'too dizzy."

As Eddie took a slow step toward you, you allowed yourself to fall into him, cheek pressed against his shoulder, bare breasts against his chest. If you listened closely you could swear you could hear the heavy beating of his heart. "M'tired and you're warm."

"You're a hot wreck," He shook his head full of frizzy hair. Slowly, he held your loose limbs skyward, slipping the shirt on over your head.

"Don't mess up my hair," you warned, not sounding nearly as tough as you meant to.

"Impossible." Eddie smoothed his shirt over your green skirt, the fabric loose and long on your frame, a stark change from your tight cheerleading uniform. He pretended to adjust the shirt in the back, but it was just an excuse to have his arms around you.

"I like this. I like you." The words came tumbling out, the drug alleviating all apprehension.

"You're high. You don't mean that." Eddie looked like those words hurt him to say. "Tell it to me when you're sober."

"I will."

With slow blinks you came to the realization that Eddie was waiting on you to move away first. with unsure movements you stretched your shoulders, reminding him of a baby bird just coming to the shocking realization that it has wings.

"Does it look okay?" you stepped back from him, motioning to your outfit.

Eddie's reply came out in a thousand stumbles and stutters, in awe at the sight of you, but eventually he managed to choke out a yes.

The taller man stepped toward you once more, putting a delicate hand on your cheek and shifting your gaze to him as he pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. He dropped the liquid into his own eyes first, and then angled the bottle over yours. "Don't blink."

"What do we need that for?" You squinted as the droplets made contact with your lenses.

"Takes away the red." Eddie replied simply before giving himself a few more drops. You gave him a look of confusion. "Weed widens the blood vessels in your eyes."

"Will they ever go back to normal?" Your voice was full of concern.

"Of course, honey. Y'know, I think this might be the only subject that I know more than you in," Eddie laughed as he knelt down and began to pack his things back into his backpack.

"I could tutor you sometime, y'know, in exchange for this," You leaned against the wall to keep yourself from falling.

"You want to hang out with me?" He acted more shocked at this admission than the one before it.

"Hey, I said tutor not hangout." You laughed, "But, you're not too bad, so I guess if you wanted to hang out, I'll allow it. plus, I get this cool t-shirt, which so totally doesn't smell like weed and the bottom of a gym bag."

Eddie threw his head back, laughing like a loon. "Hey, that's my signature scent. And, only members of the Hellfire Club get those. So, that means you're in."

"I want to hang out with you, not every nerd in Hawkins High."

"They're my friends."

"Well, your friends are nerds."

"Listen here, hot stuff, you've got my shirt, you're in my club."

"Ed's," you groaned, taking time to roll the nickname around on your tongue. It sounded good. Eddie thought so too.

[ftm-megamind]

a little late in my timezone but. happy javid thursday . i haven't written anything newsies in so long

david can't sleep tonight.

not exactly because he can't fall asleep, or has trouble doing so, but more because of the fact that he's waiting on something. and he hates when someone's late. his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier by the minute, and he's had a very stressful day, both at school and after it, and really, why is jack always late even though he's the one who picks the meeting time?

before david can dwell on it too long, he hears two knocks on his window, a pause between them. he sits up, slowly, so as not to make the bed boards creak and wake his siblings. he slips out of bed, checks just in case if les hasn't decided to follow him again, and then slowly approaches the window.

he's greeted by jack, though they don't exchange a single word, only nodding to one another. not the time for pleasantries. jack steps aside, offering david a hand, and helps him up. david closes the window, shoving a little wooden block inbetween it and the windowsill, so as not to lock himself out.

the two boys quickly make their way up to the rooftop, and david looks around the entire time, admiring how lively new york is, livelier than other cities at night, certainly.

when they settle on the rooftop, on one of david's old, rugged blankets, jack takes out a little glass bottle out of his pant pocket. he unscrews it and offers a swig to david, who contemplates taking the offer. after some thought, though, he decides that it's better not to. after all, what if his parents decide to check in on him later and smell alcohol on him? that would not be good. jack decides against it, too--drinking alone isn't any fun. he does light a cigarette, though.

after a while of sitting in silence, both looking at the stars, jack finally speaks.

"say, dave," he begins, taking a long drag of his cigarette, "if you could go to any place on earth, where would you go?"

david ponders for a moment. "home, i think," he mutters, smiling to himself. "old home, i mean. poland. warsaw."

jack hums, his gaze fixed on david.

"well, what was it like? i'm tryna start a conversation here."

david is quiet for another second. "i don't remember much. i was still little when we left. warsaw was big, and i thought that no city could really get any bigger, so when i came to new york, i was a little overwhelmed," he shrugs. "other than that... it felt nice to use polish outside of home. i really miss visiting my grandparents. they had a little cottage at a small town nearby. we would go at least once a month and go foraging. grandma taught me and sarah a lot."

jack listens, not daring to interrupt. he is in awe of how there's so much wonder and sadness simultaneously in david's eyes and voice.

"that's about it, i guess. it's not like it was perfect," david admits, omitting details so as not to ruin the mood. "that's why we left, after all. papa figured it was safer here."

jack doesn't pry. judging from david's facial expression, it's better not to. maybe he'll tell him one day.

"anyway," david carries on, looking to his side, at jack, relaxing once again. "what about you?"

jack snorts. "c'mon, you know what i'm gonna say. it's far too obvious."

david snickers too, and shoves jack gently with his shoulder. "yeah, obviously it's santa fe, but say some more. like, what exactly you would wanna do there."

"y'know, typical cowboy stuff... i guess i'd find myself a gang and we'd find a nice hideout for ourselves, we'd shoot and rob the bad guys, run from the law... oh, i'd have a trusty horsey as well, 'course," jack lists off the top of his head, as if he's gone over the scenario a thousand times. which he most likely has.

david smiles at jack's boyish descriptions, and then takes a wager. "kinda sounds like you have all that. except for shooting and a horse, but that's still not that far off."

jack huffs loudly, nodding, a solemn smile on his face. "yeah." truth be told, he's been aware of this for a while now. he's kind of grown out of santa fe since the strike has ended, and he doesn't really mind it. not that he doesn't love fantasizing about it still, it's just more like a go-to daydream whenever he has trouble falling asleep. it's funny how long it took him to understand he doesn't need to run away to feel like he has a home. "yeah, i know. partly thanks to you, dave," he admits, shoving david back, far too embarrassed to actually look at him. seldom does he say such cheesy things.

"d'aww," david mocks, in reality his heart skipping a beat and sudden warmth spreading over his chest. "c'mere, you sappy cowboy," he ushers, wrapping his arms around jack and bringing him closer, holding him too tight to consider the embrace a friendly hug. thankfully, jack hugs back, enjoying the warmth and security of the embrace. yeah, this probably beats having a horse of your own and shooting people.

[artofhazbinhotel]

A staticmoth story in which Valentino feels neglected and Vox makes it worse by accident but they solve their issues the only way they know how.. sex. (I was not detailed but if that makes you uncomfortable skip) my AO3 will have the more detailed version soon

Vox had been staying out at night to work on a new project pulling all nighters for at least a week now and he was exhausted, he thought he knew a way to cheer himself up and finally get some sleep: Valentino. He actually came home tonight and Valentino was watching his latest work on TV as he often does, he's very proud of his work despite Velvette and Vox not wanting to see it in the living room. When he heard the door he peeked over the couch with an antenna twitch to see who, hoping it was finally Vox, it was.

His Voxy flopped onto the couch beside him, laying on his back across his legs, "You would not believe the day I had" small talk seemed to be a good way to go about this Vox figured, he would never just straight out ask 'want to have sex?' that's Val's job.

Valentino cupped his face with a hand while another laid across his chest "My poor baby" he let go, "It's a shame you do it to yourself."

Vox rolled his eyes ignoring the comment, "I missed you" He smiled.

Valentino couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at this, of course he missed Vox, but he was pissed off at him for neglecting him so long, past the point of trying to seduce him for attention, that's how pissed she was. "Yeah?" So he doesn't deserve to hear it in return he decides.

Vox didn't expect to hear it back anyway but it still kind of stung, finally he sits up despite how comfy that position was, he always found Valentino's lap a nice pillow after a long day. "You deserve attention even if you didn't miss me, is there anything I can do for you baby?" Vox was really hoping sweet talk would get his 'business partner' out of this mood he seemed to have right now, sometimes it does, it's 50/50.

"You mean what I can do for you?" Val glared.

Vox shook his head trying to clarify what he meant, "No, you can just lay back, I'll take care of you, you deserve it" he whispered seductively tracing a hand along the other's thigh.

Valentino could almost laugh at that sad attempt even if he was into it, instead he pretends to ponder it "Hm.. No."

Of course the TV demon figured Valentino was just rejecting him wanting to be a top so he sighs in defeat, "Fine, okay, you can use me to feel good instead then, how's that sound?" He was almost certain the phrasing would make Valentino extremely interested, he's into that shit. But for whatever reason that shocked him, Valentino rejected it all together "I don't want to have sex."

Vox's eyes widened a little, his partner has never said that to him, or ever that he knows of. "Oh- that's fine- ..Are you not feeling good or? You don't smell like alcohol so I didn't think it was an issue to offer, you don't seem high either, or at least not past the normal amount" Rambling.

Valentino glared daggers, much more intimidating than any actual blade, "You have such an ego you think I have to be sick not to want to fuck you?"

Usually in their arguments they've both done something, but Val hasn't done anything wrong for once, Vox doesn't think he has either, right? He's starting to question it finally. "What?? No, I was just checking on you-" he cringed at himself for the nervous tone.

His moth scooted away and sat up properly , the moth's fluff puffing up with his words and tone of distain "You leave me alone for an entire week and the first thing you do when you're back is offer sex. What? You only want me when it's convenient? I bet this is just a stress relief, I'm not your fucking stress ball, or sex toy, fuck off."

Wait, Valentino feels that way..? Vox was now panicking about how royally he fucked up, it did cross his mind Val might be guilt tripping him so he won't do this again, but it felt real and he felt guilty just for thinking that. "Val, no, I only offered because you like sex, I was busy, I didn't leave you alone on purpose, and you weren't alone, you had your workers. I didn't even think you would notice.." He mumbled that last bit.

Valentino huffed and crossed his multiple arms, "Of course I noticed, I noticed you didn't want me." they lowered. A hand was on his cheek and a bright screen was close, he squinted.

"I *never* don't want you, get that in your head, I said I missed you and I meant it."

The hand rubs softly and Valentino switches up so fast, his antennas lowered "Really?" It was so soft.

Vox nodded quickly and Val leaned into his touch, he missed it so much. "Then show me how much you want me" It was more of a demand than a request, and Vox felt a little awkward about this considering his heart rate went up with all that guilt but Val could fix that.

He leaned in more, hovering over Valentino slightly on the couch to kiss him when they leaned back. 4 sets of arms roamed over his body and exploded, getting reacquainted. He could shiver, sure Valentino had those workers but Vox had a week without anything, which was really odd for him. He was desperate.

Their tongues collided in a sloppy way with need to feel it again. Val moaned into the kiss, by now he had perfected the sounds Vox likes best. Vox WAS told to show Val he wants him so he was also getting handsy. One hand slipped up the other's shirt to fidget with those piercings that it personally thought would be extremely painful to get if you aren't a hardcore masochist. Sharp fingers dug into his skin and now he was the one moaning against the makeup makeout session, it felt a little better than usual after being deprived.

Vox's other hand sunk to push up Val's dress, no longer surprised by the fact there's nothing under it, he pulled back from the kiss catching air, salvia was at his mouth and he was breathy, "You said you didn't want it but you were waiting for the opportunity, weren't you?" The tone dropped as well to be more pleasing.

Valentino's breath hitched and he nodded with a squeak moving his hips against Vox's hand to make the contact better. "C-Call me a slut for it, don't be scared, admit it"

He had mentioned in the past his kink for being degraded but slut always felt weird to Vox considering Val's occasional acting. He decides to let it slide just this once since they're focused on making the other feel better. "What a needy slut, you were probably picturing how much I'd need you if you played hard to get"

Valentino twitched in approval at the twist of the other demon's hand, his own slipped to the pants palming "Like you don't feel the same, I can't imagine how much you need me right now"

A non intentional groan escaped "Fuck, I do, I thought about you so much"

Valentino leaned in to whisper, "Did you touch yourself watching those cameras when I was with those whores?"

Vox averted eye contact, it wasn't like he was into it- he thinks. It was just.. a way to cope with jealousy, yeah. "Maybe."

Valentino kissed along his neck "I thought of you when I was with them, no one is better than you"

Those words were something Vox has been dying to hear for so long, he moved against the touch "Touch me directly, please, keep saying I'm better"

"Who's the needy slut now?"

(the cut off)

They proceeded to do what they do for several hours, Vox was so exhausted though he passed out after a few rounds. He was laying on Valentino's chest using his neck fluff as a pillow, thank God Valentino's wings cover or velvette would be more traumatized than usual. As much as she wanted to bitch about the couch she also was glad Vox was finally sleeping so she left it be and didn't wake them.

When they woke up Vox lazily asked "are you feeling better? Not mad?"

Valentino reached around for his glasses because of the blinding windows but mumbled a "Better"

The other demon was quiet for a moment, maybe Valentino would be too sleepy to process: "I'm sorry" it was a mumble, normally he'd just buy him something but it felt needed after that conversation yesterday.

Valentino blinked a little, shocked. But he just pushed Vox off of him to get up, "Don't do it again."

[thatpodcastkid]

Magnus Archives Relisten, MAG 4 Page Turner

Analysis of MAG 4, Page Turner. Spooky book time! Spoilers ahead.

Jurgen Leitner? Stupid idiot motherfucking Jurgen-

Sorry about that got possessed for a second. Anyway, first Leitner statement! Let's get into it while I try to control my rage.

Facts: Statement of Dominic Swain, regarding a book briefly in his possession in the winter of 2012.

Statement Notes: So much in this episode! First Gerry and Mary citing, first Leitner and Mike Crew mention. Crazy how relevant this episode was and we all had no way of knowing.

Starting simple, I would just like to say that as a theatre tech, Swain is so accurate and so real. "Doing a little bit of everything?" Real. Trying to see friends work but you also work at the same time? Real. Work place romance? Real. Not being able to relax when you see a play because you know all the tech stuff that can go wrong? Really real.

What I really loved about Dominic's statement though is the highlight of the ozone smell. He walks all around London with that book, shows it to Mary and Gerard, shows it to friends, and no one else mentions the smell. Yet, when he shows it to his ex Katherine Mendes, she said it "triggered her vertigo." This happens with a lot of the cursed items in the show: they don't have one general effect, but target the specific sources of fear and anxiety in the owner. Katherine apparently gets vertigo often, so The Vast would naturally trigger than height-based stressor. But Swain has a specific fear of lightning and the ozone smell because of what happened to Mike, so torturing him with that smell is the most effective way to cause fear in him.

There's also some really classic cursed object horror going on here that I love. Swain tries to sell the book the whole episode, but calls it "his book" fleeing Mary. Additionally, he says that he thought about giving it away, but felt that "wouldn't count." Very similar to Do Not Open here and a lot of cursed object horror in that there needs to be some kind of debt or reciprocity established rid one of the object.

I also just love the line "walking felt as natural as falling." It really conjures the idea that he can't control himself, that he's stumbling to Mary's shop uncontrollable just as he would fall through the sky: completely unable to stop.

Entity Alignment: Dominic translates "Ex Altiora" as "From Higher" or "Out of the Heights." That's just such insane Vast energy, the idea that whatever the book does to you will spawn from the open empty sky and you won't be able to stop it, just as you'd never be able to stop falling.

Obviously this episode is generally Vast aligned, but that painting of the Eye really freaked me out. "Grant us the sight that we may not know. Grant us the scent that we may not catch. Grant us the sound that we may not call.” This engraving very much encapsulates the point of the Eye and the Archive, and weirdly foreshadows what Jon goes through later. It is essentially saying, "Let me witness the fear and pain of others so that I don't have to experience it myself." Why would Gerry paint this? Especially given that a giant eye gives Elias direct view into his home. What is the goal?

Character Notes: Jurgen Leitner? Stupid idiot motherfucking Jurgen Leitner god damn fool book collecting dust eating-

Sorry what happened I blacked out.

Seriously though, my biggest takeaway about Leitner in this ep is that he doesn't spell his name with an umlaut like others. Why did Jonny include that detail. What does that do for me.

I do love that the only information Swain could find on him was that he lost a bidding war over a book to "GRbookworm1818" who is so obviously Gertrude it's hilarious.

I think it's so weird that Swain couldn't find anything online about him, though. Leitners are clearly around, so wouldn't there be some kind of chat room or reddit post about one? Builds my theory that the Entities or at least the Web has some influence over internet content in this universe that it doesn't have in The Magnus Protocol universe. In TMAGP, the OIAR sorts through things found in databases and the internet, but in TMA the Archive seems to be the only source of real supernatural info, proving that Elias or someone else was controlling the stream of information in a way that the entities aren't able to (yet) in TMAGP.

Let's turn away from the most hated character on the internet to talk about the most loved: Gerard Keay.

Our first intro to Gerry is death metal music blasting from his bedroom at two am which is just, so on brand.

(Also want to point out that Dominic Swain didn't realize it was 2 am until he heard the music. Missing time is another motif that keeps coming up in this show.)

I also forgot that Gerry painted in this universe, so it's nice to see they kept that connection in Protocol.

The thing that's truly key (no pun intended) about this episode though is the ritual Mary performs, blaming Gerry for her fake murder. I believe this is the episode she binds herself to the Skin Book, but I can't figure out when/how she would attach Gerry. Also, the case against him was thrown out because a "key piece of evidence was deemed inadmissible." Was this Gertrude pulling strings, Mary using magic influence, or some other powerful eldritch bureaucrat pulling for our boy? Who's to say.

Mike Crew is really only mentioned in this episode, but it did get me thinking about the relevance of scars in the show. His Lichtenberg scar influences who he is and what he becomes as an Avatar. Very similar to Daisy naming herself after her scar and pursuing law--which would lead to her becoming an Avatar--because of the event and injury. Also, Jon's "markings" are what allow him to start the Eyepocalypse. Physical manifestations and reminders of trauma shaping who we become really is a theme in this show.

And of course, Jon. He is such a terrible liar yet him believing in the supernatural was still somehow a plot twist. Proves how good a writer Jonny is, honestly. He doesn't believe in the supernatural, but is absolutely terrified of Leitners and is working on an "institute project" to eradicate them? I would love to know how this project worked. Was it just research? Was there a team dedicated to finding and collecting Leitners? He also mentions "the incident in 1994," is that when the library was destroyed? Or is just another terrible Leitner incident.

Crazy ep, one of my favorites. Let me know what you think!

[universallychaoticpan]

Little white lies

Dazai x reader

If there was one thing to be said about Doppo Kunikida, it was that he was predictable. Whether that was a positive trait or not depended on the day, the hour, whether in rained the night before- you get the point. But as Dazai sipped his coffee, lazily sitting back at his small table in the quiet of his apartment, he watched the clock.

Five minutes.

Two.

Thirty seconds.

Bingo.

Like clockwork, the sound of keys in the door announced a very (as always) disgruntled blonde man, glasses perched dangerously close to the tip of his nose. Kunikida talked himself in a circle as Dazai yawned, catching only bits and pieces in between.

"Her last job..president needs the details...international peace agreements...potential war criminal- Anyway, have you seen y/n or not? I need to speak with her right away and she isn't answering the door at her place."

"Can't say I have, my very loud friend. And anyway, a lady needs her rest; she just got back last night." Dazai's little grin was already getting on Kunikida's nerves.

"We don't have the time," Kunikida growled, as Dazai got up and began ushering him towards the door. "I really do need-"

"Yes yes,"Dazai interrupted, "I'll send her your way if I see her, but otherwise it is my day off and your day free of worry of me causing shenanigans."

"That doesn't exist when it comes to you," Kunikida muttered.

"Well anyway, that's all I've got, but if I see her I'll send her your way. And don't stress so much, Kunikida, you'll get worry lines!" Dazai snapped the door closed with a cheerful smile, leaning against it until he was sure Kunikida had gone before padding back to his bedroom. Sliding the door open, he leaned against the door frame, contentedly and quietly sighing, a warm breeze sneaking in through the open window...

and letting in a steak of sun, stretching across the floor on silent kitten paws, warming your sleeping form, wrapped in his shirt from the night before. Your breath came and went in it's gentle pattern, slow and even and perfect. The sun lay gently on you, your warm skin smelling sweetly of sleep. You deserved rest; he was amazed by how hard you worked, how far you pushed, but right now, he felt proud to give you a chance to rest. (And maybe he liked seeing a little piece of him so close to you, even now, your mind so blissfully at peace.)

"Sleep well, my love; you already know I will be here when you wake up."

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: BioShock (Infinite)

Character: Sander Cohen

Pairing: romantic

Type of Fic: a short! Sander requests that the Darling, who's been invited to his fancy shindig in his club in the frolic (from the game, idk if you know but you can look up clips to see what I mean) dances on the stage and gets angry when They disrupt his muse and BOOM! SHOCK TIME! Rest is up to you :D

I'm apologize because this may be a bit short but here's what I got! I made it open ended as I felt it may be creepier but it's a vague yandere here.

Luckily I did not lose my draft like I thought ^^;

The title is inspired by this Bioshock rap by JT Music, you can find it here! I personally like it :)

Masquerade

Yandere! Sander Cohen Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Implications of stalking, Manipulation, Violence, Anger issues, Murder, Kidnapping, Forced relationship implied, Open ended, Dark content, Grotesque descriptions, Vague on darling's fate, Possible OOC Cohen???

Chills ran down your back as you walk through the event. Sander Cohen is a known artist, and psycho, in Rapture. It's a big deal to be invited to one of his clubs and events.

Especially his artistic Masquerade parties.

Everyone knows only certain organizations are given a rabbit mask to go. However, you aren't part of any big organization. Despite such a detail... a mask was delivered to your room.

You thought it was a mistake, in fact you hoped it was. Unfortunately when you check the hand written note... you see your name. There's no mistaking it, you were meant to come.

You didn't know why but was Cohen ever a predictable individual?

As much as you dreaded to go you gave it a shot. You wore the mask with a matching outfit and left. Part of you only went because you wanted to know why you were picked.

Even if you may dread the answer anyway.

Before you even entered the club you got a weird feeling. Giving your name they let you enter without much fuss. Now you're left to wander corridors filled with men and women dressed as rabbits.

You didn't even realize your mask was slightly different than the rest until you saw them.

Looking into their eyes gave you a feeling of fear. Despite looking almost like the rest you felt you were the only prey. Ignoring such feelings you walk deeper in hopes of seeing what you need to see before leaving.

Hopefully this would all be done quick.

You hoped no one would pick you out of the crowd. Even when you walked down some stairs and found the "main event", you hoped you could blend in. This whole event activated your anxiety.

It only worsened when you saw Cohen.

You watch silently as the psychotic artist paints on a canvas. Dancers twirl in front of him with praise. Hesitancy makes your movements stilted as you take your place beside the other guests.

Is this it? Just some painting and praise? Seems... less scary than you thought it would be.

Then there's the sound of hissing electricity and the screams of the dancers.

Your mind nearly doesn't process it at first. You don't realize what happened until the smell of burning flesh meets your nose. Then there's the frustrated yell of Cohen.

"IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! You've ruined my muse..." Cohen snarls, the corpses of the dancers now being lifted in the air to be around of the way. The artist tries to soothe his anger before combing the crowd with his eyes. You go to hide behind another guest...

Only for Cohen to make eye contact with you.

You start to have a feeling the slightly different mask was on purpose. His glare of anger turns to excitement when he sees you and he beckons you closer. Your anxieties quickly make you feel ill.

"You! I'm so happy you came, my most important guest.... You will be my muse! Come come!" Cohen encourages, stepping closer to you.

You bite your lip before slowly glancing up at the hanging corpses. Like an actual rabbit you find yourself shaking before being dragged to Cohen. You were going to die....

"Now now... no need to be so worried! My little moth, you'll do wonderful on that stage. I'll paint every moment of your beauty!" Cohen coos before changing his tone. "Don't disappoint. Now dance! Dance for me!"

You're roughly shoved onto the stage, stumbling pathetically as a result. Not wanting to die and succumb to a similar fate of the dancers, you sway yourself into a rhythm to appease the artist. For now... he seems pleased.

"Beautiful..." He breathes. "Your beauty is splendid! Every movement is divine.... You and I are going to be something great!"

You try not to spend too much time on his words, you need to survive.

"I knew I picked out the right one when I saw you... took forever to find you, my muse! But now you're here...."

He swipes a brush against the canvas, observing your moves to the music. You try to keep your movements correct. Yet you can't help but come to a twisted realization...

Have you been stalked?

"Now that I have you... our art will be wonderful! You'll forever be my muse... forever depicted in my art..."

Was he inching near a lever?

"I think there's only one thing that can accentuate your beauty, my little moth..."

Wait, no, please- You did everything right!

"Pain makes the best art, don't you agree?"

With a flick of the lever electricity courses through you. Your mind draws a blank as your seize, each muscle and fiber of your body being burned. Once he flicks it off you collapse onto the floor.

Your senses burn, everything burns. Are you alive or dying? You can't tell... you can barely even see Cohen walking towards you.

"You'll be my greatest masterpiece..." Cohen grins, touching your overstimlulated skin.

"Just you wait and see, MY muse."

[don-dake]

『勇者ダン』 (1962，手塚治虫)

After exhausting all (reasonable) options available to me for securing a hardcopy of this title (surprised and dismayed to discover that even Japanese editions are out of print now! — guess even Tezuka's ‘God/Godfather/Father of Manga’ status doesn't protect his works from going out of print even in Japan…:( ), forced to go the E-book/online route.

The good news is, I've discovered that at least for manga, I don't get as big a headache or have as much a problem concentrating on them than other E-reads longer than a Reader's Digest (anyone still remember RD? Heh!) article. Guess it helps manga is mostly pictures with minimal reading required? Heh!

Anyway, tried my hand at E-reading Brave Dan recently and I managed to complete and enjoyed it.

Though objectively speaking, don't think it's Tezuka's best work (I can see why it wasn't too popular when it first got published), and the ending was unsatisfactory to me.

[SPOILER]

Not that I minded a tragic ending, but the build-up to that was not done well and Dan's exit could have been avoided and felt unnecessary. Also wished for more backstory with Dan and Kotan.

Still, after saying all that, if one understands that it was a product of its time, that Tezuka was in a slump during the period of writing/drawing this and isn't being too nitpicky over sometimes illogical details, then this tale is thoroughly enjoyable for what it is: an interesting adventure story aimed at children (mostly boys) at the tween age and above and one is not expected to ponder too much over it.

And I'd still like to get my hands on a hardcopy in the future if I can. I'd even settle for a Japanese edition if all else fails. It just needs to get a reprint! Which seems about due for a round soon…unless the E-way has really sounded the death knell on good old-fashioned paperbacks? :( I sure hope not!

Call me old-fashioned, but I'm old school and (not to mention the difficulty I have with E-reading) I find E-books can never quite replace the joy of the feel and smell of physical books and of flipping through said books. It will be a sad day indeed if/when most, if not all, books go the E-route only…😿

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw: brief talk of physically abusive and neglectful environment, dehumanization, someone else's delusion(s), maybe ableism?

Looking for: advice, information, resources, input(?)

Hi, this is probably one of the weirder asks you'll get, but I was wondering if you have any information about not feeling human? I don't mean this in a "I don't believe I deserve to be considered human" sort of way, I mean that I just.. I don't know how to human, it doesn't come naturally to me, and what does come naturally to me is not acting like a person if that makes sense?

For some background information: until I was around 4 I was being raised as an animal. I wasn't taught language or how to play or whatever kids typically learn in that time period. I was kept with a cat or two, not given clothes, punished if I made too much noise, etc etc. Feeding was either whatever they threw on the ground or they'd pin/tie me down to force feed me.

I won't go into any more detail because there's a LOT but after that I was raised in a household that at least expected me to act human (though they... the woman who ended up raising me post-original household believes I'm an alien and does what she can to limit my experiences with other humans and typical life experiences because she believes it will help keep me "pure"). Growing up I spent majority of my time in a forest alone because I couldn't hang out with other kids (not that they wanted to be friends with me).

Anyways even though I know better, the only way I really feel comfortable in my body is when I don't act like a proper human. I have to force myself to walk and move properly and even to this day talking hurts my throat. I have dreams about just being some creature in a vast forest and (something I don't like to share because it's not good) dreams of killing things with my hands and teeth and eating that.

Moving around on all fours (not hands and knees though) and climbing and all that is how I my body naturally wants to exist. My ears move according to sound, my sense of smell and hearing are stronger than average, and I've gotten comments of people asking me if I've done parkour (though I have never done so) when I feel safe enough to climb around and stuff.

I've never felt human and the idea of living the rest of my life as such just makes me feel so.. empty. I've always felt like humans are a different species to me, and I know that's probably due to a lot of my oddly specific trauma and how I was raised. I also have brain damage (it wasn't checked up on though so I don't have much info about it) and C-PTSD and I sometimes wonder if I'm autistic.

Do you have any resources or tips for this? I want to feel more like a real person but my dreams and wants in life is barely more than having a safe place to stay and food to eat (<- I've eaten... more raw meat than I should. I don't do it on purpose though! I've been buying dried meats to help curve the whole raw meat thing) and things like that. If I could be someone's house pet I'd be satisfied with that life, though I wish I was joking.

It's got nothing to do with kinks or whatever (though I am not judging people for that), I'm aroace and have never felt any sexual in my life. I just feel more comfortable when treated like an animal and being around animals than I ever have around humans. Thought I've spent years trying to fix myself, my brain still does humans==danger -_-

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through.

Your ask is quite similar to this one I answered.

I admit I was trying to help find resources but wasn't sure what to look for. I was searching for dehumanization but none of the resources that popped up seemed fitting. And then of course there's the whole feral child discussion, but it doesn't feel like such a term is respectful.

Take my thoughts with a generous grain of salt because I am not a professional and have little experience with situations like this. But based on the way that I am processing this, I would say that it's worth exploring whether or not these behaviors are something you should continue doing. Because I think to a degree, society is very rigid and ignorant to situations like these where it makes sense why you behave the way you do, and will instead cast judgment and discrimination on you without consideration or closer examination. So to a degree, perhaps it's partly society's problem that they fail to understand or respect the way you were simply raised to live. Besides eating raw meat, it sounds like behaving naturally for you may not be that harmful. I think it's okay if your dreams and wants in life are really just to have a safe place to live and eat. I think it's okay to want to be a kind of house pet. There are ways in which that could work functionally and healthily.

But at the same time I'm not sure if these are healthy to engage in, and whether embracing more human expectations is possible given what you have learned on a fundamental level. I'm not sure if "acting human" would benefit you or not. Mainly, I just am trying to think of why you should not engage in these animalistic behaviors that come naturally to you, what harm it's doing, and the only thing I can really think of is that society expects you to be something different, which as an autistic person I don't see as a legitimate reason. But I could be entirely missing other factors.

I think that ultimately this is something to talk about with a mental health professional such as a therapist. There is really only so much that I as a non-professional volunteer can say or do, and especially with things that have shaped you in your formative years, that can take a more expert approach. I believe that you deserve the best care available, and so if therapy is accessible or affordable for you, and if you don't have it already, it may be a helpful way to process these experiences and learn whether you should embrace these animalistic tendencies or conform to human expectations.

If anyone else has any comments or suggestions, please feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

the echo (or the answer) - a werewolf au (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Ronnie lures the Red Sky Alpha to the beach in order to talk - it doesn't exactly go as she planned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jake Seresin x Human!OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 2843

Warnings: language, werewolf mating stuff, yearning, gun mention

ONE | TWO | THREE

-> likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

-> thanks again to @blue-aconite for being my werewolf love and reading this over for me!

They weren’t silver bullets, but they would hurt a hell of a lot more than anything she could do with her own body. She checked the cylinder one last time before she clicked it shut and put it away in her holster — hidden by her jacket. She didn’t know what to expect, but she wanted to be ready. 

The salted air off the Pacific Ocean whipped into her face and hair that she tried desperately to keep in a ponytail. It was a cold day, heightened by the strong breeze off the water. But the beach was empty, abandoned. Trees towered behind and a large rock outcropping reached out like a distant lover towards the dark grey waters that matched the greying morning sky. Ronne knew this beach well. 

She had been going there all her life it seemed. She knew where the best footholds were for climbing on the rocks that clung to the shore. Knew there was a cave a ways down for hiding in from sudden rainstorms. Knew that no one ever came down there, the path was too difficult and treacherous, save for a few old fishermen that never paid her any mind. It was her place to escape, to be alone — or in this case, to draw out the Red Sky Alpha. 

It only took ten minutes of her standing alone on the shore, looking out at the water with her hands shoved in her jacket pockets, for him to show up.

She could smell him instantly — citrus and bonfires. Heard his feet crunch in the dark sand.

“I finally got you alone, little one.”

The sound of his voice sent a chill down her spine. There was a slight southern drawl, like it was almost trained out of him since coming to Washington from wherever he was from. And as much as she wanted to hate that pet name, she couldn’t bring herself to. She had to fight down the urge to preen and blush and melt into his arms right then and there. Her jaw ticked to one side as she bounced her knee. 

Ronnie barely looked over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of long jean clad legs and his carhartt, before she said, “What makes you think I didn’t come here alone to draw you out?”

She heard him chuckle and she couldn’t help the pride that swelled in her chest. She got him to laugh. Then he said, “Do you always have Blue River wolves glued to your side?”

Ronnie turned her attention back to the water as she spoke, “My brother has one with me at all times since you showed up. He thinks you’ll try to use me to get to him — the pack’s weakest link.”

Ronnie rolled her eyes at the term. The exact words that Bradley used when he explained the security detail to her. Red Sky may try to get to us by using our weakest link, we gotta keep you safe. She knew he meant well. She knew he was only doing what he thought was right. But his words still stung and clung to her like sweat and grime. Unshakable and filthy.

“Where’s your guard dog now?” he asked. 

“It’s hard to track anything once it gets close to the water.” She nodded her head at the ocean, with the near deafening sound of the waves against the rocks and the salt lingering in the air. “It’s a werewolf blind spot.”

“I found you.”

She swallowed thickly. “That’s different.” 

“Anyway, you don’t seem weak to me,” he sighed, he was closer now, standing just behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. “You threw an Alpha and his pack out of your bar when your brother couldn’t.”

“You only left because…” Ronnie trailed off, her eyes screwing shut at the feeling of him pressing his chest against her back. 

She knew she should push him away. Walk away. Run away. But it felt like a reprieve. Like warmth after a house spent in the cold. Like water after going without. Like sunshine after days of rain. The feel of him made the ache in her soul abate and the fog his dizzying scent made in her mind dissipate. She couldn’t help but be rooted to the spot as her mate, her Alpha, pressed up against her. Ronnie shook that thought from her head. No. He wasn’t her Alpha. Not yet, not if…

“Because why, little one?” he whispered against the shell of her ear. 

A shiver ran through her at the feeling — shaking her very bones as she punched out through gritted teeth, trying to keep some semblance of control, “Because we’re mated.” 

Something between a growl and a groan rumbled in his chest as he leant into her further. She felt his hands, still hidden in his own jacket pockets, pressed against her back.

“So you know what it means then?”

“I’m a Bradshaw, of course I know what it means,” she scoffed.

“Then you should know I’ll have you one way or another,” the Alpha said, breath hot and heavy against the side of her throat. “Not even your brother can stand in the way of this.” 

Then she noticed his hands slip out of his pockets — the tips of his fingers as they glided over her hips tentatively. She felt drunk as she leant into it for only a moment. Her head clear for the first time in days but so hazed by the feeling of him he could do anything to her. Then she thought about Bradley, about Blue River, and her mind snapped. 

“No! No, no!” she exclaimed as she jumped away from him. 

She turned to face him with one accusatory finger up, she moved her jacket aside to flash the revolver she carried at him. He raised his hands in surrender, but that smirk he was sporting at the tavern still quirked his lips. He somehow looked even better in daylight. His hair more golden, his jaw sharp and scruffed with a light beard, he wore a green jacket that made the color of his eyes stand out. It wasn’t the true color of his eyes, though. Not really. 

“Easy, easy. I would never do anything you wouldn’t want me to,” he said, large hands still in the air.

“Even if I don’t want you to touch me at all?” she asked. 

His expression faltered as he dropped his hands back down to his sides. She knew how difficult that would be for him. Werewolves were creatures of touch and intimacy with their mates — it was an instinct that couldn’t be ignored, that would drive him nearly insane if he didn’t. But Ronnie just couldn’t allow it, no matter how much she felt that same instinct. Not when she was trying to fight this. Not when it felt so wrong. His hands balled into fists as he stared at her, green eyes intense and lips pressed into a thin line. 

Then he gritted out, “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

It wasn’t. But that didn’t matter. She didn’t want to hurt him. And that didn’t matter either. She was hurting him already. His face looked grieved, stricken with something. His hands fidgeted at his sides before he finally shoved them back into his pockets. He longed to touch her — to even be nearer to her than he was now. That innate pull between an Alpha and their mate driving him to yearn for it.

“What now?” he asked with a shrug as he glanced around the beach. 

She honestly didn’t know. This wasn’t going like she planned. She thought she would meet him, guage out who he was — but so far she was somehow more confused than she was before. He seemed more considerate than that night in the tavern. Less cocky and arrogant. He told her she wasn’t weak and respected her boundaries. It really wasn’t what she expected at all. She thought this interaction would seal the deal on her rejecting the mating. But now she wasn’t so sure. 

“Do you have a name?” she questioned back with a vague gesture at his person. 

“I do,” he chuckled and her heart soared again. “Jake Seresin.” 

She started to raise her hand in a wave, but decided against it, grimacing at the awkwardness of it all. “Ronnie Bradshaw.” 

“That short for something?” he asked, taking a step closer. 

“Veronica. No one calls me that though.”

He tested her name out on his tongue and her knees practically turned to jello. But she held herself upright by sheer power of will, her teeth coming down on her lip hard to force control. In all her studies about her family’s history, werewolf traditions, and biological processes — she found very little about how a human is affected by a mating. Her great-grandmother wrote about it some in her diaries that were kept in the attic. She never wrote about anything like Ronnie was experiencing. The draw wasn’t as strong, the affect of his words and scent, it all seemed amplified for Ronnie. More akin to what her mother experienced when she first met her father. Ronnie wondered if it was the werewolf inside, dormant as it was, that was making everything more than it should for being human. 

“Dont — you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Jake took another step forward, but stopped, trying to respect her wishes and keep his distance. 

She let go of her lip, the flesh feeling hot and near to bursting. He looked genuinely concerned, and he probably was. She was his mate. Her safety, her happiness, her everything was his number one priority. Instinctual and uncontrollable. He would do anything for her. 

But they just couldn’t. 

“Listen, we can’t — we can’t do this.” She gestured between the two of them. 

“What d’you mean?” Jake asked, his brow furrowed. 

Ronnie sighed. “You’re the Alpha of the Red Sky Pack…I can’t…I can’t be mated to you. I’m a Bradshaw, my brother would lose his goddamn mind.” 

“So let him lose his mind. It’d probably loosen the stick up his ass.”

“The packs have been feuding for generations.”

“Not my fight. That was all Bellmoral’s problem.” 

Something dark flashed in his eyes at the mention of his previous pack leader. And Ronnie was just too curious for her own good.

“Did you really kill him? Jeremiah Bellmoral?” she asked quietly, her boot digging a hole in the sand. 

“Yep.” Jake said it so casually, like he was agreeing to go see a movie.

“Why?”

“He was a shit Alpha,” he said with a roll of his shoulders, “Only cared about himself.” 

“What — and you don’t?” she chuckled dryly. 

Jake’s face hardened to stone, gaze intense as he took a few steps closer to her. Her shoulder’s bunched, prepared to reach inside her jacket and pull out the revolver, but she stood her ground as he came to stand nearly toe to toe with her. Chest puffed up and brows furrowed as he glared down at her. 

“Like you said, you don’t know me. Red Sky is my pack — I care about them more than he ever did.”

“Then why the hell did you lead them into a bar you knew was a Blue River hangout spot? Why did you purposefully lead them into a fight when you were already on losing ground — outside your home turf?” she questioned harshly, “And you sent a damn messenger to my father to announce yourself to the rival pack? I mean…All of that just seems like you wanting to boast about being an Alpha rather than protecting your pack.” 

He huffed and puffed as he stared her down, then he admitted with a roll of his eyes, “Okay — I’ll admit the messenger wasn’t my brightest idea.”

“See — “ she started, but Jake cut her off. 

“But I lead my pack into the bar because I wanted to control our first encounter with Blue River.” This made her pause, her mouth clamping shut with an audible clack of her teeth. “I knew we’d run into them eventually, forced into their territority, and I didn’t want to run into them by chance. So…I did what I thought was right and did it on my terms.” 

Ronnie couldn’t really fault him for that. She gazed up at him for a moment. But she couldn’t for long, fearing that she would get lost and succumb to the ever growing longing at the pit of her stomach. So she turned and began walking down the beach towards the rocks. Jake followed after a moment of hesitation, coming up to walk at her side with a respectable distance between them. She appreciated and loathed it all at once. 

“Well, all you really did is make Bradley angry and set Blue River on edge,” Ronnie said, “Things are…Tense inside the pack. If they even catch a wiff of you they’re gonna retaliate.” 

Jake was quiet for a moment. She could see, out of the corner of her eye, he bobbed his head up and down slowly as he thought. Why did he have to be so fucking pretty? With the hair and the beard and the thick neck she had the sudden urge to bite. Ronnie’s eyes widened as she focused on the rock formations ahead. Maybe getting alone with him wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“What do you think I should do?”

He didn’t ask that question like Bradley did. Bradley asked when he had already made up his mind. When he wanted her to feel included. When he was pitying her. And Ronnie could always tell. He was trying to make her feel better, feel like she was really a part of the pack, but it never felt like that. It just felt like pity, it just felt like her opinion didn’t really matter. But Jake was looking over at her with furrowed brows and pursed lips, genuinely asking for her advice. With such sincerity in his tone and expression. It made her heart stutter inside her chest and her resolve crack just the slightest.

“Lay low until you all can go back home. Stick to the north side of the territory — Brad likes to patrol the south during this time of year,” she said, and when he nodded his head in agreement she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth. “And stay away from me.” 

Jake looked over at her with raised brows. “You know that’s like impossible, right?”

“I know.” Even the thought of leaving him now left her stomach twisting in anxious knots. “But…I don’t wanna see you get hurt because of me. Or worse.”

Jake stopped walking and she turned to look at him. She shouldn’t have looked at him. It was like gazing directly into the sun. 

“So you’re not gonna reject it?” he asked, hope coating his tongue. 

Ronnie rubbed at her forehead and laughed lightly. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do anymore. You’re not…You’re not what I thought you’d be. I thought this would be easy.”

“Oh, I see.” Jake nodded his head with a grin. “You thought I was gonna be a huge dick.”

“What? No!” she scoffed, blowing a raspberry.

“Okay, I can clearly tell you’re lying.”

“Fine, maybe I thought you were gonna be a huge dick.” Ronnie lifted her hands with a shrug and a smile, her first in what felt like days. “But there’s still the fact that your pack hates my family’s.”

“We can take it one day at a time,” he suggested as he came closer to her. “If you want.” 

Everything around her was telling her not to do it. To just reject him and move on. The Goddess could select another mate for him eventually. If She wanted. Bradley would lose it if he ever found out — challenge Jake to a fight or worse, kill him. The two packs were feuding, on the brink of war with tensions rising at the forced proximity. It would go against her allegiance, her family history, her pride, her everything to actually accept being his mate. But Ronnie was chosen, set aside especially for him, as soon as he was bitten for a reason. His first mate. His only mate if it was what they chose. The Moon Goddess was tricky, full of blessings and curses, but She was never wrong about who She mated together. Not her parents, not Pete and Penny. So could it really be so wrong to accept him? When it felt so good to be near him, to touch him?

Gently, reverently, slowly, she reached out to him. She caught the near imperceptible hitch in Jake’s breathing as she pulled his hand from his jacket pocket. Ronnie wrapped her fingers around his palm and squeezed. He shuddered, his eyes falling shut at the contact. 

“One day at a time.”

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[leastlikelytoachieve]

To Love and to Be Loved (Chapter Two)

A/N: I'm so nervous to put the second chapter out. I've been reading other fics and I feel like mine doesn't match up. I hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I feel like it's moving super slow!! Anyways, what song do you think y/n should perform for Brucie???

Warnings: mild language, bad grammar/writing

Chapter One

“You thought you could run? You thought I wouldn’t find you?!” His screams sounded almost like an echo as they rang through my ears. It felt like I was running in place as I tried to navigate through the streets of Gotham. I tried to scream but no sound escaped my lips. “Oh come on baby..i just missed you..please come back to me…we can work this out…” I tried to steady my breathing as I ducked behind a dumpster, the putrid smell of garbage and god knows what else filling my lungs with each labored breath. “Come ON STUPID BITCH! SHOW YOURSELF!” I placed my hand over my chest and pulled the air through my nose and pushed it out through my lips, listening for his footsteps but hearing silence, and then “gotcha”

My eyes shot open, sitting up, pushing and kicking at the fabric holding me down. Scanning my surroundings, I found myself safe in my bedroom, covered in a layer of fresh sweat. I sighed and fell back down onto my pillows. Accepting that I probably wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, I reached over to the side of my bed and grabbed my cell phone. I scrolled mindlessly for a few minutes before getting out of bed, the ache in my head a reminder of last night. I met him. All of those daydreams and I finally met him. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it felt to be in his arms, the safest place in the city.

“y/n! Wake your ass up! It’s almost noon and we have soundcheck in an hour!” The fists on the door were enough to make me jump out of my skin.

“Yeah I’m up! Dickhead.”

“ Heard that!”

“You were supposed to!” I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself as I gathered clothes for the day. A cropped Nirvana T-shirt with ripped black skinny jeans, deciding to slip some fishnets under the ripped jeans and grabbed my knock off Doc Martens. One day I’ll be able to afford real ones, I mused to myself as I gathered it all in my arms and padded down the hallway into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and reached under the sink to grab some towels and a washcloth. As I pulled the cabinet open, the hinges broke and the cabinet door came off in my hand. Lovely. I set it down on the floor, got undressed and stepped into the shower. Cold. The water is always cold.

“I submitted an application to audition for the event that Bruce Wayne is hosting.” Alex said, mouth full of bacon as I poured a cup of milk. “They said we should hear back within a week with details about the audition. Have you gotten any more of the song finished?” the question caused me to sigh and set my glass down. “No, I had writers block for hours last night. I called it quits. I’ll work on it more tonight after the show.” he nodded as Georgia and Trevor came out of their room. “Alright! Let’s go! Onward!” Alex shouted as he pointed towards the door. I stopped in the doorway, turning around to look at the apartment. The half-ass walls, covered in posters and song lyrics. One day, I’ll be out of this shitty apartment.

“I’ll get another one. On the rocks, please” I sat down on the stool at the bar, placing my chin in my hand. Another show, another bar, minimal money. Johnny, the bartender handed me my drink as a man dressed in a baggy jacket and baseball cap sat down beside me. Johnny took his drink order before turning back to me. “Great job tonight, Y/N. As always.” i chuckled dryly. If only he knew how painful this mundane routine was to me. “Yeah. I don’t know Johnny. Maybe it’s time to hang it up. Find a boring 9-5. I’m not getting any younger.” he laughed and handed the man next to me his drink. “You are way too talented to work behind a desk, Y/N. Great things are coming for you. I feel it. I have to handle the other side of the bar. Keep that pretty head up, kid!” he waved as he walked away. I twirled the drink around in my hand, staring at the glass mindlessly when a voice from beside me caught my attention. “If it’s any consolation, I agree with him.” I looked over at the man, he had his head down but from what I could tell by his complexion he was young, close to my age. He had a strong jaw and slight stubble. I couldn’t see much but from what I could see, he seemed…familiar. He hadn’t even touched his drink. “A lot of people do, but when I look at my future, all I see is the same shitty dive bars, and the same shitty apartment.” He tilted his head towards me slightly but I still couldn’t see his eyes. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.” Normally, I’m quick with responses. But I narrowed my eyes, leaning towards the stranger, trying to decipher where I had seen this man before and why his presence was so familiar.

“What happened?” I sat back, confused at his sudden question. “You have a scar. What happened?” The question was intrusive, borderline offensive. “Oh, uh, this old thing?” I lifted my finger to my face touching the raised skin that started just above my eyebrow and tore straight down over my eye and ended at the middle of my cheek. “It’s nothing. Just a constant reminder.”

“Of what?”

“Of why I am here…plus…it makes me look kinda badass.” I chuckled, bawling my fists up and holding them in front of my face.

“y/n! Let’s go! I wanna get home before the crazies wake up!” Alex interrupted the conversation, grabbing my arm.

“Well, I guess that’s my que.” I smiled and waved at the man, even though he hasn’t looked up to me from his drink since we started talking. I walked behind Alex, my brows furrowed together as I racked my brain, searching for a moment or a memory that I could connect with the man from the bar. Only turning around when we reached the door, he was gone. His glass, still full. Not a single sip taken.

I was woken up the next morning by a pillow to the head. I wrenched open my eyes to find Alex with a crazed look in his eyes, smiling wildly, pillow in hand. “y/nohmygoshourapplicationwasreviewedandsomemanwithanaccentsaidwegettoauditio-”

“Stop stop!” I yelled, my brain still fuzzy from being viciously yanked out of my dreamstate and looked at the clock. 4:02AM. holy shit, its early

“Just breathe, slow down, and start again”

“Okay,” he breathed “ our application was reviewed and some man with a fancy accent who said his name was allen or fred or something called last night and said they want us to audition! I’ve been waiting all night to tell you but I couldn’t hold it in any longer” I don’t get excited. It’s not in my nature. I hate getting my hopes up just to be disappointed. But I couldn’t help the smile spreading on my face and the scream emitting from my lips as i grabbed alex’s forearms and jumped with joy around my room. Alex reached over to the stereo and turned it on and soon, the apartment was filled with music and dancing and celebrating. I smiled and swayed my body around the room, dancing around alex, georgia and trevor. Stopping to look out the window, my smile couldn’t get any wider as I could just barely see the Wayne tower off in the distance. For the first time in months, I looked over Gotham with fresh eyes. Eyes full of hope. Eyes that settled on something a lot closer. A figure, standing on a building. Him. I could see the cape, blowing in the wind. I would almost think he was looking at me. But that would be foolish thinking. Surely, he’d forgotten about me. Just another girl to add to the list of people he’s saved.

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1:13AM.

I’d spent the rest of that day mostly writing the song. Now that it was real, now that we were actually getting to audition. Every now and then I would look up from the scribbled lyrics, into the shitty apartment and smile. This could really be it. After hours and hours of crumpled papers into the trash can, I finally perfected it. The song we would play for Bruce Wayne.

I made sure when we got this apartment, that the room I was in would have a perfect view of the signal. The giant bat in the air. I could see it shining from my window. I was staring at it for hours. Fuck it. I stood up out of bed and slipped on some leggings and my converse. I need to see him again. Tiptoeing through the apartment is almost pointless, the floors creak and moan with every step and it seems almost worse at night. I finally got out without alerting any of my roommates and began my descent down the many stairs of the apartment building. My plan was to figure out where the signal was shining from and work my way out into the city from there.

TWO HOURS, I spent searching for the signal, and right when I was ready to give up, I saw it. Shining from the top of an old building. I walked around the structure, trying to see if he was close by. Nothing. Nothing but a stupid unmarked police car presenting itself in the form of a ford focus in an alley next to the building. I huffed and tried to decide what direction I would go from there. This was stupid. Why did I of all people think I could track down The Batman?? My thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations of a car engine. I ducked behind a dumpster and pressed my hand over my heart.

Peering around the dumpster, my hand touched something slimy and my soul all but left my body as I kept myself from immediately screaming. I watched as the sleek car came to a stop right behind the unmarked police car and turned off. My breath hitched as he emerged from the drivers side door. I was certain my heart was bruising my ribcage as it pounded against it relentlessly. I pulled my body back behind the dumpster and placed my back against it as I smiled. I want to be closer. I decided the best gameplan would be to walk out inconspicuously from behind the dumpster in the alleyway and follow him at a far distance. I inhaled quickly and pressed my palms to the side of my head to calm myself down and stepped out from behind the dumpster with purpose. Only, I was halted to a stop by a brick wall. No. A chest. His chest.

“What are you doing here?” He looked down on me with none of the gentleness he had held in his eyes during our first encounter. It was the first time I had ever truly known the intimidation of Vengeance. Despite my fear, I looked around the alleyway like I was lost. “That is a good question actually! What am I doing here? Must’ve been sleep walking, haha…well, I’ll just be goi-” I tried to step around him, but he grabbed my wrist. “It’s dangerous out here. What are you doing here?” He doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who enjoys repeating himself so I decided my best bet was to answer his question. “I…I was looking for you…I wanted to see you..”

The hold on my wrist faltered as soon as the words left my mouth. “It’s just that, since you saved me. I’ve been thinking about how I completely overstepped with that kiss..” Lie. I loved the fact that I kissed him…I’d do it again. “...and I feel like maybe I was going through a lot of emotions and I maybe shouldn’t have do-” My sentence was cut short when the hand that was on my wrist suddenly came up to cup the side of my face. It was gentle and he looked me straight in the eyes, His eyes, while mesmerizing, looked as if he was having some unspoken, internal war with himself. As if he couldn’t even believe his own actions. His thumb, rough with the texture of the glove, traced over the bottom part of my scar, and I could swear I saw him lean towards me. But just as quickly as his hand was on my face, it was taken away. I let go of the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Come on..” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me behind him. His eyes were scanning the roads, as if he was searching for a threat.

“Wh-Where are we- go-oing??” my words stumbled as my feet struggled to keep up with his long strides. He walked up to passenger side of the sleek car I watched him pull up in.

“I’m taking you back home.” he said as he swung open the door. I slipped into the car, trying to conceal the grin that was creeping onto my face.

The drive back to my apartment was reckless, invigorating. To say that I wasn’t slightly aroused by him at this moment would be a complete and utter lie. The excitement in my chest burnt into disappointment as he pulled up to my apartment building, his oceanic, blue eyes scanning the area again.

“So, I guess..this is goodbye..” I said sadly as I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at him to see if he was as disappointed as I was. But he had both hands on the wheel and his eyes were pointed straight ahead. Stupid. This isn’t a fairytale, y/n. Get out of his car. I sighed as I opened the door swinging one leg out and getting ready to stand when I felt a pressure on my wrist again.

“Wait..” I spun around in the seat to listen to what he would say when his other hand found purchase on the side of my neck and jaw, he got intoxicatingly close to me and stopped himself, like he was fighting the same unspoken war, i reached up and placed my hand onto his wrist. Slowly, he closed the small gap in between our lips. Letting out a sharp exhale through his nose, he kissed me like he won the war. His gloved hand sliding further back, into the nape of my neck, our kiss was full of desperation…and then it was over..

He pulled away quickly and reached into the back of the car…

Oh my god, he’s going to zap my memory away, men in black style.

But instead, he pulled out something small and shoved it into my hands.

“Keep this...use it, if you ever need me.” I glanced down at it. It was sleek, black and resembled a smart watch. I immediately secured it to my wrist and held it up. “Does wanting another kiss like that count as needing you?” The corner of his mouth quirked up a little in what was almost a smile…almost…

“Goodnight, y/n”

I smiled and stepped out of the car, I walked through the gate and only turned around when I reached the door. He was still there. Waiting for me to enter the safety of my building. I gave a small wave as I stepped in. As I closed the door, I put my back to it and smiled. I listened to the roar of his car as he drove away. Oh my god. I kissed Batman.

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[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[purityoflust]

The Smile [Jeff The Killer X Victim!Reader] [PART 2]

Jeff the killer X Victim!

WARNING: Yandere. That's it. Yandere.

I finally decided how I would write part 2 to The Smile, which is my first and most popular post on my account so far. Anyone new who has come to read this, check out my other posts as well if you'd like. I'll post more like this. I also have a Quotev account with more fanfictions.

9/12/20, 3/4 days after the top part: God, AFTER SO LONG, I FINALLY DID IT! Took me days! I'm so sorry if this is a bit lazy, it is a tiny bit rushed by the end but how would you guys feel about a detailed part 3? I'll probably go as far as a part 3 or part 4 for the final part.

The vibrations in your brain felt warm and numbing - almost like when you have a horrible migraine and you can finally feel it subsiding with your eyes closed and your fingers gently holding down onto your eyelids as if you're holding your eyes into place to prevent them from bursting out of your skull. Upon waking up you can feel cold air settling into your skin. You haven't been awake 3 minutes and you already know what you're resting on; an extremely uncomfortable metal table. You've only seen them in movies but this was real.

The sound of a singsong voice just slightly echoing through what seemed like a moderately empty room. You groaned softly as you turned your head to your right, very slowly opening your eyes. Your vision blurred in and out, which, you wanted to rub to clear it out but as you went to lift your wrists, you felt pressure around them.

Something was holding your arms down. This catches your attention, blinking multiple times while turning your head back up straight and attempting to sit up. You were hardly successful with that, struggling while grunting under your breath to pull your hands from under what seemed to be a thick rope. As you pulled harder, you sucked in your stomach out of habit before immediately coming to a halt and choking up in pain.

This whole time you were ignoring the voice that was singing eerily nearby, "You and me, always forever~"

The voice was of a male. Scratchy, shaky. Familiar.

Familiar.

You could feel a string of your heart pop out of place as your breath stopped. That's when you knew something was wrong, but it just doesn't add up. You gulp while your eyeballs vigorously glance around to see where the source was coming from, only to see a figure in a corner. It was doubled over and it was sitting down on a simple wooden chair. Doubling over a...table? An average male figure, nothing unique. Although, the clothing style was unusual. At least what was on the clothes. He wore a fluffy white hoodie and what seemed to be black pants and black-and-white converse. The problem wasn't the outfit, no. His hoodie was spotted and had patterns upon patterns of darkened and more fresh-looking blood splatter. He had long black hair down to his shoulders. And luckily, his back was facing you.

You were dumbfounded. How did you get here, why are you restrained, and why is there a blood covered man near you? Is that even blood? Maybe it's paint or a design? Some people do wear clothes that have different kinds of blood splatter designs on them. Hm. Or he's an actual murderer about to gut you like a fish.

You wanted to speak. You wanted to speak so badly but you just couldn't. As you parted your lips, your throat went dry while your gaze stayed locked onto the bloody male that sat before you. The singing made you shiver as you tried so hard to remember where you could have heard or seen him. Why can't you remember?

The male then turned around to look at you. His singing had come to a gentle halt. Your mouth closed as he did so, your throat going completely dry and your whole body feeling like an ice cube. You were greeted with cold blue eyes. They looked hungry and bloodthirsty, yet they held a warm affection as they looked into your traumatized eyes. It was almost comforting until you saw the rest of his face. His skin was snow white and his lips looked dry. That's when more attention is drawn to his lower jaw. He's smiling. Too big for a normal person.

That's when you realize. He has a large smile carved into his cheeks going from ear to ear while his own lips were curled within a smile as well. And that's when it hits you.

And it hits you hard.

The memories of hours prior start brutally crashing into you, flooding back into your numb brain. All of the realization replaced itself with agonizing anxiety, your heart starting to race at speeds that felt impossible. You could pass out, but something inside you kept you awake. Something about him and about this whole situation was making you dizzy. The male slowly stands and turns his body all the way to face you. He seemed deranged, yet, he had a very relaxed stance and body language.

Uncomfortable silence loomed in the air.

He kept staring at you before slowly taking steps forward. You watch him carefully as your head feels like it's spinning, which you could notice your vision blurring a little bit here and there. The silence is suddenly disturbed with the male speaking up again, choking up in giggles. "Oh my sweet Y/N, you're awake~" He cooed, now standing over you. He leaned himself down and reached his hand to your cheek, gently brushing your skin with his surprisingly soft thumb. He leaned his face closer to yours. The smell of booze, blood, & smoke overwhelmed your nostrils. Yet it didn't seem to bother you that much.

His touch almost kind of made you feel...at ease. Your heart slowed itself and your breathing went back to pace. You felt fine, somewhat, but something in your stomach was still sore. The more you stare at him, the more memories come flooding back. The more memories flooding back, the easier you fit the puzzles together.

"M-my...stomach..--" You stutter out painfully.

In response to this, the male turned his head over to your abdomen and gently rested his other hand onto your bandaged stomach, applying very gentle pressure on it as to not hurt you. It was still slightly painful, causing you to groan under your breath.

"Oh, this...I'm sorry, my sweet butterfly. I had to make sure you wouldn't get away, and you didn't! Don't worry, Jack patched you up, so you'll be just fine!"

You remember now. You remember it all. The chase, your friend, the salty kiss before what you thought was your demise.

You naturally wondered as well; who's Jack?

"Wh-.." You weakly force air out of your throat again to speak, "why am I..tied-?"

"Oh, so you wouldn't be able to get away. I knew you would run away, or struggles, so I had to make sure you wouldn't do that!"

He was right. You would run away and struggle to get out of whatever the hell kind of place you're in. Well, knowing what he looks like. He DID stab you, after all. Who knows what this sicko wants.

He lifts his hand from your stomach and turns back to you, gently placing both of his hands at each side of your face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So sweet and so innocent. I couldn't keep letting the others eat you up like candy. You're mine and only mine. I need to protect you."

"Wh-who- are you?" You weren't really all too scared for some strange reason now. You were pretty calm. Probably from all of the energy this is draining.

"His name is Jeff." A deep and gruff voice cuts in.

The both of you turn your heads to the door of the room where a tall figure in all black stood. He was about 6"4 wearing heavy boots, black jeans, and a black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown though while he wore a mask. The mask was a dark blue with black goo oozing from the eyesockets. He was pretty intimidating even just by standing idly like a character waiting to be loaded in.

"And I'm Jack." He continued, "I'm the one who took care of your wound."

Jack stepped closer, soon standing at the other side of the table. He stood at the left as Jeff stood at the right.

"He wouldn't stop insisting I help."

You just blink, unknowing of what to respond with. He pursed his lips under his dark mask, in his own thought for a moment while staring down at you. You seemed calm enough, and your still pretty fresh injury was gonna hold you back anyway.

"[P]-[Pronoun]'s gonna-!" He attempts to blurt out, only to be stopped by you.

"I won't."

You were untied at your wrists and ankles, allowing yourself to pull your legs up and rest your feet at the top of the table, propping your knees up. It made your stomach feel weird, but it felt kind of nose and felt like it was easing the pain. You wrapped your arms around your knees, looking around the room more. "What is this place?" You ask.

"It's a medical room."

"Huh.." You shrug it off. Your anxiety levels had died down and the more you actually think about it, this isn't the worst thing that's happened. Your life has been pretty fucked up and you have damaged relationships everywhere. Honestly, being around new people and being far away from others sounds not too bad right now. Not like anyone would care anyway.

The next few hours, you're introduced to everyone else at the Mansion. They've been so...unique and honestly, you're surprised some people and beings like them even exist. They were all equally surprised with how little fear you showed.

You actually got along with most of them.

The others have taken a liking to you and hope you hang around longer. Alone in the living room, you, Jeff, Jack, and others sit at the couches and chairs in the living room, chatting away and getting to know them as they get to know you.

You feel Jeff wrap his arms around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart skip a beat.

You found out Jeff has been stalking you for months at a time. Watching your every move, eliminating anyone in the way. Huh, no wonder so many people in your life kept disappearing. You...couldn't bring yourself to be upset or scared, let alone even sad. You felt kind of at ease.

And far from uncomfortable. Someone loved you. Maybe more than they should, but they love you.

You didn't even feel upset at the fact Jeff had murdered that friend earlier. I mean, you just met the guy, so he wasn't even a 'friend'? So you paid no mind to it.

If anything, you really liked the thrill of someone being obsessed with you. A serial killer being so infatuated with you. He could be so protective of you and get rid of anyone you asked him to! There's is an advantage here. You knew he could snap and probably kill you intentionally or unintentionally, but you didn't mind. You really had no one else, technically speaking. No one that really cared. Not as much as he did.

Maybe he isn't so bad.

[waithyuck]

PUPPY

pairing: werewolf!lee jeno x reader (f) *halloweenie special*

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 4k

warnings: mature content, excessive explicit language, sexy times (meaning sexual content), I used the word ‘penis’ ONCE and only ONCE, mentions of a knot, knotting (I’m sorry), slight impreg kink, cumming inside, unprotected sex, blood, aggressive behavior, other stupid cliche werewolf things that are most definitely prob in hundreds of fics, jeno does NOT like being called a puppy even tho he’s called it oNCe

a/n: the first release of the dreamie halloweenie series! I hope this one sets the tone for what’s to come 👀 sorry to anyone who hates werewolf cliches and for the extreme lack of any substance or plot lmaoooo anyway I hope y’all enjoy reading

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~10/10/2020~

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“are you cool with jeno staying the night?” your brother shot out, startling you as he spoke, not even looking at you as he spread too much peanut butter on a slice of bread nestled in his hand.

you looked up from where you were sitting at the kitchen table to face your brother, not saying anything in reply as you got lost in your thoughts.

jeno was an oddball. he was nice and he wasn’t creepy or even that weird, he just had his moments that were just well, odd. he was your brother’s friend of about six years; they met in their second year of high school and have been inseparable ever since. because of that, you have also been surrounded by jeno in all that time as well.

in the first couple years, you didn’t notice anything strange about him. he seemed like a normal and healthy young teenage boy. he was incredibly handsome, so of course your poor soul developed a small crush on him that only grew as the years progressed.

since you paid such close attention to him, you could pick out the oddities in his behavior occasionally pretty well. just from that, you’ve deducted that his sense of smell was almost god-like, like he could smell things that a normal person couldn’t.

now, you supposed that it wasn’t that weird that he had a good sniffer; there were probably tons of other people in the world with the same ability...but it wasn't just his sense of smell that had you curious.

sometimes he would act strangely at night; not often, but enough to have you questioning it. he would either disappear completely without a word or come up with a half-assed excuse to leave and then run away like a frightened animal.

it was just plain odd...and you couldn't get over it, no matter how much you tried to will yourself not to think about it.

snapping out of your stupor, you felt your heart jump at the thought of jeno coming over, even though he’s been here countless times, but you didn’t let it show and you shrugged your shoulders.

“it’s not like I have a choice in the matter,” you stated truthfully, looking down to pick at your nails. “you would have just said he was coming over anyway if I said no.”

your brother smiled at you, beaming as he placed the bread down and patted your head.

“you know me so well, y/n.”

you rolled your eyes, shoving him away. “yeah,” you retorted, slightly annoyed. “It’s not like you’re my brother, or anything.”

he didn't say anything further and you left him alone with his sandwich, getting up and making your way to your room where you could successfully hide for the rest of the night. before your cold make it far, you heard your brother yell something about jeno coming around 8, but you didn't say anything back and just minded your own business all the way upstairs to your room.

you pathetically holed yourself up in your dark room for about four hours, only coming out to quietly sneak to the bathroom and then you would go back into hiding once again.

even when you got word that there was pizza downstairs, you ignored it and continued to watch horror story narrations on youtube.

you just couldn't deal with being in the presence of your long time crush today. it took everything in your power to stop yourself from going downstairs and being potentially spotted, but you managed to pull through successfully and be a pathetic hermit in your room.

it was around 3 a.m. when you were finally finished with watching youtube videos, and you felt gross. you supposed that the two boys would be sound asleep by now, considering your brother never ever sacrificed his beauty sleep for anyone. you grabbed some clean clothes and gathered them in your arms before trudging tiredly to the bathroom, swinging open the door without a second thought, not realizing that the light was already on when you got there.

your heart almost jumped out of your chest as your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“holy fuck!” you screeched as you took in the sight of jeno, in the middle of the bathroom completely naked, stroking his painfully hard cock right before your eyes. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the show and you accidentally discovered that there was something not right about the way it looked...

your mouth fell agape and you barely heard him gasp loudly before trying to cover himself with the closest towel.

“jesus christ, y/n!” he yelled back, both of you not even considering your sleeping brother that was just three rooms over.

your eyes stayed glued to where he was covering himself with the towel, still thinking about the oddity of his dick. it seemed to be swelling at the base, which was definitely not normal for a human penis to do.

“what the fuck is wrong with your dick?” you blurted out unapologetically, causing a blush to cover his entire face and neck. you tore your eyes from his covered crotch to look at his eyes, which were now a shocking shade of bright yellow. you jumped back, dropping your clothes on the floor as you watched him breath heavily, most likely trying to calm himself down the same as you.

“oh my god, what the actual fuck is happening?” you murmured out loud, your eyes wide and never leaving his own as he stood silently in front of you. “am i dreaming? am i fucking high?” you tried to reason out as to why you were seeing what you're seeing, but jeno didn't give you much time to think before he spoke.

“you’re not dreaming,” his voice came out low, almost like a growl, and you felt your heart freeze up. “I dunno if you’re high...but what you're seeing is as real as it gets.”

your mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping out of water, trying to formulate the words to say next. your brain literally couldn't think of anything except his abnormally large and weird dick.

“okay…” you trailed off, your hands coming up to rest over your racing heart. “so then I’ll ask again: what the fuck is up with your dick??” and then you quickly added, “and your eyes??? I'm so confused right now, jeno.”

he sighed heavily and turned around, giving you a full view of his ass before he gathered his clothes to get dressed and cover himself. you really should have looked away, but your eyes wouldn’t listen to your internal screaming no matter how hard you physically tried to stop staring.

when he pulled his shorts on he finally turned to face you once more, forgoing a shirt much to your dismay (but really, you were dying on the inside at the sight of his abs). he stared at you for a second, his eyes back to their natural deep brown color.

“...there's a lot we need to talk about.” was all he said before grabbing your wrist in his scorchingly warm hand and dragging you out of the bathroom and down to your room. you didn’t protest and you let him practically drag you all the way there, closing the door behind him and guiding you to plop down on your bed. jeno walked to the opposite side of the room, distancing himself from you as much as possible.

“um..so,” he started hesitantly, trying to form his words correctly. “I’m uh, I'm a werewolf.”

your eyes bulged out of your head in disbelief, but you didn't say anything in reply. you both stared at each other across the space of your bedroom, not uttering a single word.

at first you were ready to call him crazy; there was absolutely no way that it was true. but then you thought about his eyes, his sense of smell...and then thought about his cock...holy shit wait, was that a fucking knot??

“um, yeah, it was…” you heard him say suddenly. you jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to reply. did you say that out loud by accident?

“you did.”

okay fuck, you needed to stop thinking and pull yourself together. what were you supposed to say to that? ‘oh cool, your cock has a knot and you’re a fucking werewolf, that’s super, jeno!’

jeno went on to explain the ins and outs of being a werewolf to you over the next twenty minutes, the small pink blush on his cheeks never truly leaving as he went into detail about everything. he even corrected certain cliches that were not true, a scowl making its way to his features with each inaccuracy you brought up.

“so...my brother doesn’t know?” you questioned quietly, looking down at your lap.

“no one knows besides you and my family.” he confirmed, and you looked up again to see him lean against the wall behind his back, eyes gazing sharply at you.

you panicked slightly, thinking that holy crap, now that you know, he's gonna have to kill you so the secret doesn't get out.

“oh my god,” you whimpered out, “are you going to kill me now?”

you watched his eyes widen before he choked, coughing violently before composing himself. he straightened his posture, but still didn't make any move toward you, still keeping his distance.

“what?!” he practically shouted, startling you. “of course not! why would I do that??”

you felt your face grow hot and you looked away once again, wringing your hands together on your lap. you shrugged, murmuring quietly, “i dunno...I thought you'd kill me to keep the secret, well, you know, a secret…”

you heard him sigh exasperatedly before hearing his soft voice grace your ears from across the room.

“I don't kill people, y/n.” he sounded slightly sad, and you then felt bad about assuming something so terrible of him. “the only time I kill is when my instincts become too much to control, and I snap.” his head hung low, but he quickly added. “but I’ve never actually killed a person, even if my instincts were screaming at me to.”

you tried to wrap your mind around what his wolf instincts were like; he only briefly touched on that topic earlier, seeming like he didn't want to talk about it too much. you being yourself, of course you had to pry.

“so like, what you’re saying is,” you started, your hand cupping your chin in thought as you pondered over your thoughts. “that if you were to like, hypothetically, snap right now and go all feral, you would want to kill me?” the question came out inflected as a statement, but you nonetheless awaited his answer patiently as you took in the sight of his face going through about five different emotions in the short span of a couple seconds.

“I don’t think…” he trailed off, looking down at the floor while clenching his fists. “I don’t think killing you would be my first instinct,” he looked up at you, his eyes blazing a slight yellow again as he seemingly stared into your soul. “...if you catch my drift.”

at first you were completely confused, not sure what other instincts he could express while being feral, but then it all clicked and it had your body heating up at the thought.

“oh.” you simply retorted, your eyes glazing over at the implication of him pinning you down and taking you as he pleased. “oh, fuck. you’re fuckin’ serious?”

his eyes were dark as he drank you in, his nostrils flaring slightly as he subtly sniffed the air between the both of you. dear god, you hoped that he couldn’t smell the sudden arousal that consumed you. you watched his eyes glow into a bright yellow and you felt your instincts screaming at you to run, but you held his gaze as he let a low growl escape his mouth.

“y/n,” he said, low and strained as he tried to fight his animal instincts. “you need to leave if you don’t want this, right now.” his words were final, no room for questioning.

you briefly tried to think it over; what would actually happen if you stayed and let him have you? you could probably die, first and foremost, but you shook that thought away even though it was a very real and serious possibility. you couldn’t deny your arousal at the whole thing, being taken like a bitch in heat by a guy you’ve been thirsting over for a while now. you may not get the chance to fuck a werewolf again, so you quickly made your decision.

“I’m…” you trailed off, dragging your gaze down to his neck and collarbones where you could make out the sweat forming on his perfect skin. “I’m staying, jeno.” you spoke softly to him, watching his brow furrow in confusion before smoothing out again.

you made your way to him and he stiffened up, watching your every move like a predator as you tentatively stopped in front of his panting form. reaching a hand up, you caressed his face, your breathing shaky as you leaned in closer.

“you can have me, puppy.” you threw in the last little jab with that sudden nickname just for fun, your heart soaring at the sound of the deep growl he let out upon hearing it. you fought the smile off your face as he practically pounced on you, pushing you over to the bed and pinning your body underneath his in one swift movement.

“I’m a puppy, huh?” he questioned darkly, his glowing eyes roaming over your face before his head dipped down to nose at your throat. you whimpered softly as his teeth nibbled on your sensitive skin, earning a satisfied growl from him.

you felt your shorts stick to your core from how insanely soaked you had become, and you grew hot at the idea of him pulling them down to find that you were, in fact, pantieless. he had your wrists pinned down against the mattress, not allowing you to touch him much to your annoyance. you tried to struggle against his supernaturally strong hold, but was met with a deep snarl in response. you immediately grew pliant underneath him out of pure instinct.

he pulled back, sharp canines prominent in his mouth as he fixed you with his glowing stare, red swirling with yellow in his bright irises.

“don’t fucking move,” he spat, his voice coming out low and gutteral, causing a flood of your own arousal to escape you down below. his nostrils flared for the second time that night, and he breathed in deeply at the scent of your wet and begging cunt. “be a good girl and take what I give you.”

the statement was final, and you barely had time to nod before he was tearing your t-shirt in two, biting the skin of your shoulder. his sharper teeth did not sink deep into your flesh, but when he drug the canines across your skin, you felt them rip you open. you let out what could be considered a poorly concealed scream, but it came forth as more of a moan as you felt hot blood trickle down your arm.

your shirt was in ribbons, and he looked extremely pleased as he took in the beautiful sight of your naked breasts, no bra in his way. he watched as your chest heaved up and down in anticipation, and he released your wrist to gently trail both of his hand over your body.

“your tits are so pretty,” he murmured, diving down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. he worked your other boob with one of his hands, kneading it and flicking your sensitive nipple.

your back arched into his touch, and you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible in fear of your brother hearing you.

he suckled hard; nibbling your nipple and dragging his teeth along it, causing shivers to run up your spine and your core to clench around nothing. your shorts were without a doubt ruined at this point.

your nails scratched down his back and he continued to ravage your chest, alternating between both of your breasts and teasing your sensitive buds with no remorse. it felt like hours of play, but eventually he pulled back to roughly grip the fabric of your shorts and tear them down your legs, exposing your dripping core to his hungry eyes.

you whined as he stared at you, reaching your arms out towards his own pants, wanting to see his cock again now that you were laying there, desperate and pouting for it.

his eyes shot to your face, smirking as he watched your brow furrow and your lips purse, your hands trying to grab at him from your place on the bed.

he didn’t allow you to pull his shorts down for him; instead he hooked his own thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down slowly, exposing his cock inch by inch before it finally sprung out, slapping against his stomach proudly.

your mouth watered at the sight of him once again and you moved to try to sit up, but didn’t get very far. he grasped your non-bleeding shoulder and roughly shoved you against the mattress once again, not saying anything. the stare he gave you oozed enough dominance for you to clearly get the message that he was trying to send.

jeno didn’t waste any time spreading your thighs open, two of his fingers immediately swiping through your embarrassingly wet slit before easing inside your tight hole. the stretch burned at first, considering he was starting you off with two fingers instead of one, but you welcomed the slight pain that mixed with the pleasure of him reaching up with his thumb to graze over your throbbing clit.

jeno thrusted his fingers into you gently at first, gradually picking up the pace as he went along. before you knew it he was adding a third finger, stretching your more than you’ve been stretched before.

you gasped at the feeling, your back arching off the bed as you cried out while he started finger fucking you with earnest.

“shhh, baby,” he said quietly, his movements never ceasing. “just gotta open you up for me, make sure you can take my knot.”

you held back another moan at that, thinking of how his cock would stretch you open, and how full you would feel with his knot nestled inside you.

he abruptly pulled his fingers from you, causing your back to arch again as you protested the loss of stimulation. his strength amazed you, and with one hand on your belly he pinned you down completely, sucking on the fingers of his other lewdly while stating you in the eyes.

after licking his fingers clean, (which caused heat to crawl it’s way down your belly), he kissed you sloppily on the mouth once again before gripping your waist and roughly flipping you over onto your knees.

your chest was flush against the mattress as well as your face, and your hips were lifted high in the air and you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he positioned himself behind you.

his nails drug down your sides and he gripped one of your hips with his hand, using his other to position himself at your leaking entrance. you wiggled your hips in anticipation, whining as he drug the head through your folds before slowly sinking inside you.

your fingers gripped the pillows as he bottomed out, his knot already slowly forming at the base of his shaft. it stretched you ever so slightly at the entrance of your core, and you whimpered out in pleasure as he started thrusting in and out.

the small form of his knot caught on your entrance with each precise thrust, and you were finding it very difficult to stay quiet. jeno’s breaths were heavy and every so often he would let out a soft growl as he felt his tip pound gently into your cervix.

your small whimpers were short and staggered, escaping your mouth with each thrust, which spurred him on to create a faster and harsher pace. he leaned over your back and didn’t relent as his cock punished you pussy, and when you let out a cry that was just a little bit too loud, he shoved your face right into your pillow to silence you.

“shut up,” he panted, a rumble low in his chest following his words. “just fucking take it.”

you nodded your head in response to the best of your ability, biting your lip to keep quiet as the presence of his hand left the back of your head.

he seemed to be getting close now, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge as well. it was uncommon for you to cum without any clitoral stimulation, and you were amazed at his ability to reach all of the most pleasurable spots inside you.

you felt your stomach tightening up and you gasped sharply when you felt his cock press right against your sweet spot, making you reach your high almost instantly.

you clamped around him, barely registering that he buried himself completely inside you and was now stretching you to the max with his fully developed knot. the pain of the stretch only intensified your orgasm, which had you screaming into your pillow to muffle your cries of ecstasy.

jeno growled loudly as he came shortly after, biting the back of your neck aggressively and painting your walls with his cum, emptying completely inside of you while his knot kept a single drop from escaping.

he withdrew his teeth from you, surprised that it didn’t break your skin, and gently moved the two of you to lay on your sides as you basked in the afterglow of what just occurred.

your chest heaved as you fought to catch you breath, you pussy still stretched to its limit as you laid with him. you reached an arm around to caress his face, a small show of affection as you smiled in bliss.

after catching your breath, you sat in silence for a bit, just bathing in each other’s warmth, before you had to go and open your big mouth again.

“so your knot is supposed to like, plug me up?” you questioned, your voice still sounding slightly out of breath as you panted. “to make sure I get like, hypothetically, pregnant or whatever?”

he groaned in response and gripped your hips tightly, his hips bucking and causing his still painfully hard cock to sharply jab against your sensitive insides, making you yelp.

“dear god, y/n,” he whined, his nails digging into your skin. “don’t say things like that, fuck.”

“oh, so you like that idea?” you teased, turning your head to try to look at him to the best of your ability considering your current position. “fucking me full of babies?”

his eyes stared down at you intensely, the color of his irises brightening up as he growled lowly at you. he suddenly gripped your hips and turned you both over, his body completely laying on your own as you were pressed against the mattress on your stomach.

“keep talking, y/n,” he growled out lowly, his hips pressing tightly against your ass, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. “I’ll fuck you again right now, and give you my fucking babies.”

he couldn’t see you, but you smiled contently, preparing yourself for another intense round with this beast of a man. there was a small chance that you would actually get pregnant, considering the IUD you had…but the thought of it had you ready to go at it again.

in some fucked up way, you were content with this, and you threw your hips up to grind back against him, grinning even wider as he pinned your body down even harder.

jeno fucked you like an animal until the sun came up, and your brother was none the wiser.

[bluecookies02]

Alpha!Overhaul x Reader-give you pups

/NSFW/

summary: he has hands shush. We gonna pretend that scene never happened. Anyways...been sick for a few days and had the urge to have my insides misplaced...but ~gently~

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, breeding, heat, and all that stuff.

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Kai always thought of Omegas as something so unsanitary and messy, his nose scrunching up each time they would be mentioned in any conversation or included in missions.

Yet eventually he wounded up with an Omega on his sleeve and in his bed at night.

They've been dating for a while, previously being close friends until Kai picked up on the way his breath would hitch when she would walk past him, his heart rate picking up only slightly and a low instinctive rumble coiling in his throat.

It took him a while to court you, inviting you to his office more times than necessary, his gloved hand "accidentally" brushing against yours as he pointed at some details on the building plan. Sometimes, too many times for it to be an accident, he would offer you his coffee, insisting that you look exhausted and tired. The thought of you putting your lips somewhere his mouth has been made him grip the table for a split second before continuing his pointless meeting.

One day he would bring you on a mission with him, pretending to not have an organized place to stay for his negotiations with the league.

He wouldn't believe his actions at first, feeling weirded out by the fact that nothing repulsed him that much as long as you were with him.

You would end up hidden in the woods in a relatively secluded cave, the cold air biting at your skin as the wind blew from the outside.

You would keep your distance, giving him his space until you found yourself snuggled inside of his coat, his warm gloved hand draped over your shoulder.

You knew him for a long time and it was obvious to you what he's been doing, yet you still yearned for more confirmation.

"Kai..." your voice would be calm and gentle, looking up at him as your breath ghosted over his mask.

He would slowly reach his arm up, tugging at the elastic and finally placing the mask in his lap.

Your breath would hitch in your throat as you leaned in slowly, looking for any sign of disgust on his face.

When none came you placed your lips softly against his, his eyes closing as he let out a long sigh of relief.

"It doesn't feel bad." he would mumble, his gloved hand cupping your chin as he deepened the kiss.

So by default, it took him a while to get used to being touched. Experiencing hugs and hand holding for the first time in his life.

You always paid close attention to being hygienic more than necessary, brushing your teeth and taking constant showers in extreme quantities, afraid of him being disgusted by you in the slightest.

While Kai did appreciate that, he began craving your natural smell and taste, your clothes dry cleaned almost every week, making it extremely hard for him to go through his ruts with your clothes against his nose.

And finally, it happened, your heat taking over you while you were locked in your own room, small whimpers leaving your throat as you struggled to not scream for your Alpha.

He would smell you from miles away, your scent piling up and luring him into your room. His cock instantly straining against his boxers.

He would lock the door behind him, drinking in your body sprawled on the bed, your hand kneading at your panties as you rubbed your thighs together.

You would immediately snap your eyes to his form, jumping to your feet and trying to rush to your bathroom to clean up, tears of embarrassment pricking at your eyes almost instantly.

He towered over you, locking you in place after throwing you back on your bed.

"I think I made it pretty clear that you're the only thing I find absolutely, wholeheartedly pure...therefore everything about you is perfect, the way you smell the way you look and the way you...taste" his mask was long forgotten and his gloves off as soon as he opened your door seconds ago.

His tongue swiped over your neck, your trembling form making him frown.

"What's the matter? Am I not doing something right?" you would whine against him, your hips bucking up to meet his and your neck pressing against his teeth.

"Oh...Are you sure about that 'mega?" he would question, leaving a chaste kiss at your neck before gliding down your body, the question not really reaching your need driven mind. You took off your own clothes hours before, the warmth on your skin being almost unbearable that you even considered getting some ice from your fridge and laying on it.

Kai's hand would grip at your hips, his tongue lolling out to lick a long stripe over the cotton material of your panties, the cloth already soaked from your slick. His lips wrapped around the material, sucking on the tasty fabric as a few drops of liquid coated his tongue. He'll definitely make use of them in the future, stuffing your pretty mouth with your own sweat and cum, because you've definitely came in them a few times already.

He would then slip them off of your legs before returning to your cunt. As soon as he slid his tongue between your folds, your hips bucked up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his head as you tried to push him closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, racking your nails in his scalp as he slurped at your hole.

He would let you ride his face, slick coating his chin as you gushed over his mouth. He craved it, his brain barely functioning properly from the lack of oxygen. He would lap at your cunt , his nails digging into your thighs as he tried to squeeze them tighter around his head, eyes closed and mind focused on engraving your taste and scent into his brain.

You throbbed against his lips, glancing down to look at him, his hips gliding against the mattress in time with your thrusts, his bulge threatening to spill over his pants, a particular wet spot prominent at the place his tip would be.

"Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate" seemed to be the only word you managed to choke out before throwing your head back and cumming on your boyfriend's tongue, tears pricking at your eyes as your cunt still ached in need.

He made quick work of his pants and the coat, pressing his forehead against yours as he took a deep breath.

"I don't think I'll be able to stop myself once I fill you up, so please say something now before I sink my teeth into that soft skin of yours." His cock twitched against your entrance, patiently waiting for your reply as he dipped his head in the crook of your neck, breath ghosting over the mating spot.

You nodded eagerly, baring your neck even further and gripping at his shoulders with great force.

"Mate~" you would breathlessly mumble as he pushed into you, stretching your walls and bottoming out in one deep thrust.

Soon enough you would struggle to hold onto him, his hips ruthlessly slamming against yours as he pushed your legs further and further apart.

He fit so perfectly into you, every ridge and vein prodding at exactly the right places as he sunk into your sloppy cunt. Bending you to his will as he plowed in and out of your tight hole, the sinful sound of your pussy gripping around him each time he stuffed you full sending into a frenzy.

His thrusts were frantic and desperate, his wolf finally getting what it craved for so long.

He was so close to cumming, so close to marking you inside and out, the thought of making you full with his pups clouding his mind, thinking about the way your tummy would bulge up as he filled you up with his seed over and over and ove-

You cried out when you felt his teeth sink into your neck, his hips stilling as he pulled your frame on his cock, holding you tight as warm spurts of cum filled your insides, his knot painfully stretching you out as it inflated and locked itself in its place.

His eyes were hooded as he watched you with adoration, your jaw slack and your tongue poking out of your mouth as you struggled to catch your breath.

His hand would reach for your mouth, swiping away the drool that pooled at the corner of it.

He would collapse on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows just slightly so he wouldn't squish you with his weight. He would then take note of the way every curve of your body looked when relaxed, grasping the chance to kiss and lick at any spot his mouth could reach, the salty flavor melting on his tongue before he swiped it over your bloody neck.

Soothing the bite, he licked over the new mating mark on your flesh, a swell of pride dancing in his chest.

As the both of you relaxed agains each other, your chuckle pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Do you really want to try for pups?"

He did not say that outloud. Did he? He didn't...He did...

He looked at your belly, imagining it round with his children, bearing small versions of you. He wanted another chance, ready to try and make up for everything he's done, although he knew that maybe he'll never do enough for that to come true.

"I think so...Do you?" you nodded, cupping his face with your hands.

"Well then mister we'll have to do this over and over again since I'm currently on the pill"

A grin broke on his face, giving a teasing thrust, making you whine.

"I'm good to go 'mega"

I felt really soft, so I had to make this cute lil thing, much love, tell me whatya think

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[racheloveyunho]

Till death do us part - 4

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful   and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after   the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her  father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids   were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a  sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess,   bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his   beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze   locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 1883

TW series:  Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain  a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug,  kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Obsessive behavior (from Y/N’s and San’s side), threats, swearing and a hint of jealousy.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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Chapter 4

I woke up in the same room I felt asleep on. The unusual walls made my heart ache at the thought of what had happened between my father and I. I knew deep inside me that there will be no turning back with my relationship with him but strangely enough, i didn't feel bad about it, I was more concerned about my brother than anything.

"Did you sleep well?"

I looked up and was greeted by this angelical face of his. San was laying on the same bed as me, one of his muscular arm holding my frame tightly. I smiled back and hide my face on his chest, smelling his addictive scent at the same time.

"I did."

It was a weird feeling. I knew almost nothing of San, I met him three times and still... I felt as if I could give him my whole body and soul. I couldn't help but think about what my mom told me when I was still a child.

"Someday you will find someone you can rely on, someone who doesn't need words to know how you feel, someone who understand and cherish you as the most precious thing in the world. You will find this person one day Y/N, I'm sure of it."

My lips came upward in a smile as I remembered my mom's word, they had a new meaning to me since I met San.

His grip tightened a little around me while his other hand was busy, gently petting my hair.

"You are acting like a boyfriend"

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" I smiled, looking fondly at him and before I knew it, San leaned on and kissed me slightly.

His lips felt like feather, there was nothing but sweetness and love in this kiss, his right hand cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb against the soft skin.

When our lips finally moved apart, I looked up to meet his - oh so lovely - gaze.

"You are so beautiful"

"Say the man whom is beauty itself" I giggled softly.

This moment was almost perfect - almost.

My mind was quick to remember about the bitterness of the situation I was in. I looked down sadly, avoiding San's intrigued eyes.

A lot of questions were running on my mind. What will happen from now on? I was still minor and my dad was stubborn, he would never let me escape from his grasp so easily. How will I survive? I didn't even had enough money to stay on this hotel for more than a week.

Unconsciously, I sighed heavily. San took my chin between his thumb and his index and lift my face towards his.

"What is it?" San asked me in a whisper.

"Did you bring your phone with you? I have to call Hana, she must be worried."

After a few seconds, he nodded and gave me his phone. I entered the familiar number and quickly enough, Hana's voice was heard through the phone.

"Y/N!! Is everything okay? I was worried sick! I thought you were coming early in the morning?" Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. I frowned my eyebrows. She was whispering yelling and it was odd since she was always a loud girl.

"Sorry, I didn't wake up. Why are you this quiet?" I suspiciously asked.

"Y/N, I don't think you should come here, your father was there one hour ago and he was beyond furious! He threatened me and my family, saying that he will ruin our lives if he find out we are hiding you from him!" She cried out.

This sentence came before a long and heavy silence where no one dared to talk. My mind was processing this new information while my heart was scolding me for bringing my best friend and her family into a delicate situation.

San was quietly listening to our conversation, his right hand on top of mine while his thumb was gently rubbing the back of my hand.. 

"I'm so sorry Hana... I didn't mean to bring you into this mess..." I lowered my voice, guilt eating me alive.

"Hey sweety... It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong but... I don't think this is a good idea to go against your father will. He is really scary."

"Are you telling me to came back home and let my father do everything he wants with me?" My throat felt suddenly dry and my heart heavy in my chest.

No answer.

I knew she was just afraid of what could possibly happen to her and her family, she just wanted to protect her loved ones. However, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. She knew how my father was and how hard it was for me to handle this situation.

"I see. Don't worry for me, I'm gonna find a way." I finally stated with the coldest voice I could muster. I didn't let her the time to give an answer and hung up right away.

I stayed silent for a while and so did San.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally looked up at him and sighed with a small smile "Thank you for what you did to me. I owe you one"

"Why are you talking as if you are going somewhere?" he arched his eyebrows before leaning close to me with his signature smirk of his "I'm not planning to let you go away from me, love."

I gasped in surprise "L-love?" I asked stuttering, embarrassed by this sudden pet name.

"Why are you embarrassed about? We just kissed a few minutes ago"

I avoided his gaze and coughed slightly to get rid of the awkwardness "I can't stay here San... You will be in trouble if my dad find out you helped me and I don't want it to happen."

This time, it was San's turn to sight.

"Y/N. Listen to me. I will let you two choices" I frowned but stayed silent to let him continue "You don't know who I am but I can help you. However I won't take you with me if you don't want to. It's up to you. Do you want to stay with me, where I'll promise to keep you safe by my side, or do you want to go back and be toyed your entire life by your father against your own will?"

Silence again.

His face was serious and his voice demanding, It actually made me think I couldn't choose the latter choice - not that I wanted to choose this option anyway.

"Why are you doing this.. I mean, we don't know much about each other and-"

"Kim Y/N, born in Seoul the 25th September 1999 at 3:48. You like horror movies and all kind of sweets, your mother passed away the 4th June and since then, your father had changed completely, leaving you and your brother behind" San said, never breaking visual contact with me "You are the student with the best grades on your class and you are the teacher's favorite and even though you want to attend the prestigious Seoul national college, you don't know what to do in your life yet"

I was astonished, how did he get all his information?

As if on cue, he slipped a hand in my hair "It's been two years now Y/N, no one know you as much as I do. I know every single details about you but now, I don't want to look at your life from far away, I want to be apart of it" He smiled but frowned as I slowly stepped away from him "were you stalking me all this time?" I asked, heart beating fast.

"Come on, I know you are as obsessed over me as I am over you" He laughed before standing up and quickly doing his hair while looking his own reflect on the mirror “I was there every time you talked to your friend about me”

I watched his every move and couldn’t find anything to say. No matter how crazy it sounded, I knew he was right.

"And how are you gonna help me?"

"Your dad isn't all white, quite the contrary" He said "I know enough to tell him to let you be" He added.

"Are you going to... threaten him?" I looked at him through the mirror.

"Why? You don't want me to?" He smiled at me, his back still facing me.

I took a deep breathe.

"No... He deserves it"

He turned around and came closer to me with the widest smirk.

"So... Are you coming with me?"

I watched as the landscape kept changing from outside the window. The spacious car was moving in slow pace in a part of Seoul I never went in.

I knew it was the beginning of something new but everything seemed so unreal, the only thing that kept me back to reality was the warmth of San's hand intertwining with mine.

I quickly take a glance at the driver, his sharp nose and strong eyes made him look cold, a perfect contrast with his tanned skin. I was surprised by how young he was, probably not much older than San and I and obviously both of them were getting along with each other.

I was so focus on looking at the man and wondering who he was to San that I didn't took notice of my staring until I felt San squeezing my hand.

"Y/N...I'm not sure of how I feel about you looking at another man" He pouted cutely to grab my attention back to him. I laughed lowly and gave him a apologetic look "I'm not sure how I feel about you being jaleous while we are not in an official relationship yet" I smirked at him.

"The kiss wasn't official enough for you?" He smirked back "should I give you an other one then? " He asked, his face coming closer to mine.

His lips ghosted over mine but we were interrupted by a loud cough before we could properly touch each other.

"Please San, can you keep your hands for yourself until you both are alone? I don't especially want to see you guys kiss in the back seat of my car" The driver said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Look who is talking" San scoffed "Should I remind you how many times you made out with your girlfriend in front of me?"

The older man let out a dry laugh, his eyes still on the road.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silencex the driver looked at me from the front mirror.

"Your name is Y/N, right?"

"Yes... And you are..?"

"I'm Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa" He said "I'm glad to meet you, San wouldn't shut up and talk about you every fucking day" He laughed, earning another loud scoff from San.

"Watch your mouth, you are older but I'm still the boss here" San growled.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly.

"We safely came back to your home sir~" Seonghwa politely stated, not without a hint of teasing in his voice.

San pulled me out of the car, hand still holding mine firmly. I followed him and looked up at the huge mansion in front of us.

My mouth fell agape, this place was way bigger than mine.

"Welcome to your new house" San smiled.

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We are finally starting to introduce the others members!

Also this chapter is a bit shorter, I didn’t even noticed until I checked the number of words but I thought it was better this way, there was nothing to add since the next chapter was already done lol.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

See you next time~

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[isleofancients]

Somehow aware, if nothing like lucid. Should they be? Maybe not. Too much passing through a shifting shadow of an unconscious mind...

Breath has never been anything but facade and sound, it's lacking a discomfort at best- so when they find themself breathing hard? Bells' first instinct is to just stop altogether, to grit their teeth, and clench their hands into fists, and wait for the sudden compulsion to pass.

Except it doesn't, and with only a moment more they're gasping for an air they've never needed before- but it does nothing to sooth the sudden, desperate need for air. The world around them seems to wobble, and become hazy, dark...

Panic tries to rise within them, fear and desperation quickly threatening to take hold- only to be met by something with teeth that waits within the darkness behind their eyes. And it suddenly feels, so small, that fear.

It's not only their wings that drip shadows anymore, darkness seems to roll from every inch of the lich now. This darkness though? It's different. Not pseudo shadows and projection, but the very voidstuff that's taken deeper root within them as their magic has grown. This doesn't fall away, swirl and fade, but rises, and begins winding around them... until the darkness is absolute, and Bells seems to vanish.

Somewhere, without light, coarse scales are felt to lift and fall, rasp and scrape. There are claws and smells and tastes, and so, so many sounds. How could they have ever thought the void silent? It sang...

Somewhere, where void held sway, something begin to grow, as it seeking to fill it. Reaching down for earth that wasn't there, and reaching up for sky that didn't exist, it found neither, and that was fine. The void could never be filled, and that was fine too. It made sense. It was right.

Again, the darkness begins to drip, to fall away. As it does though? It reveals no form left behind. Where Bells had been, now nothing remains... and the void stuff pools upon the floor, but doesn't quite go still.

Wispy rivulets reach out, briefly sampling the air, before returning to its greater mass. Hesitant at first, and then slowly, with greater certainty- and then the whole of the darkness extends upwards, winding around itself again, and finally, begins to settle into something more person-shaped-

No sooner do they start to reform, than there's a sudden loud crack! A sound like winter branches, grown too heavy with ice, of splintering boughs, and shattering ice shards... and a crack in the darkness reveals a gleam of a golden something, followed by another, then another. Jagged 'wounds' of amber, scarring the still emerging shape as it continues to form...

Much of them is still lost to sight, but soon, a few features become more distinct. Bones, for one. Rib cage, clavicle... radials and ulnas... first bared, before all these are swept with a layer of manifested magic, reminiscent of ecto, and echoing that of their necromancy... it would be utterly clear, save for what almost seems to be a fine suspension of dust and ash within, rending it a translucent light gray instead... for what can be seen anyway.

Once the shape becomes more visible, more details become visible as well. A soul, seeming to manifest into existence behind their ribs, is left a shifting green and pearlescent marbling, no longer hanging at its usual awkward angle, but fully inverted behind their sternum. And finally, swaths of shadow, and what might be a half seen outline of hidden wings, while wispy strands settle to frame their face.

They've become more literally a creature of darkness than they have ever been, seming literally shaped from the stuff- and yet their outline is one of soft light, and their amber shines with it.

Lastly, though still no other part of their face can be seen, gold/green pools of hazy light become visible as their gaze finally begins to focus again...

"...i... feel funny..."

"I'm not surprised, that was quite the transformation." Rasse says from beside their bed in the recovery room. "Everything went very well though. Can you give me some details on how you're feeling?"