#sorry for being incredibly cursed on main. it will happen again.

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i need someone older ~ william afton;five nights at freddy's

word count: 3794

request?: no

description: after a bad breakup, she finds herself becoming more and more attracted to her much older boss

pairing: william afton x female!reader

warnings: swearing, age gap (reader is mid 20s, afton is 50s), power imbalance technically (but it's fine), bit of an au (so he doesn't unalive anyone in this one)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I stormed into work, really pushing it for time. I had slept past my alarm and was incredibly reluctant to get out of bed. After the night I had, the last thing I wanted was to work eight hours in a children's restaurant, with screaming kids and the animatronics playing the same three songs all day. But I needed the money, and hopefully a distraction.

"Whoa, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" my coworker, Adam, asked.

"Fuck off," I muttered. "I gotta go change into my uniform. Can you punch me in so I'm not late?"

"Yeah. Be quick, though. Afton's here."

I rolled my eyes. "He doesn't even know our names. He's not going to know I'm supposed to be on the clock."

I changed as quickly as I could while having limited space in a tiny bathroom stall. I stuffed my clothes into my backpack and did a quick double check in the mirror to make sure I was work appropriate. I wasn't paying enough attention as I stepped out of the bathroom and managed to literally run into someone who was walking past. I cursed under my breath as I looked up and came face to face with the fucking owner of Freddy Fazbear's.

As if this day couldn't get any worse.

"|'m so sorry, Mr. Afton," I said.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "Where's the fire, though? You seem like you're in a hurry."

How do I answer this without getting in shit? "I'm just, uh...trying not to be late. I had to change, and bring my bag to my locker."

William looked down at his watch. I felt my heart starting to pound.

"Cutting it a little close there," he commented.

"I know."

My grip on my bag had tightened as I braced for the worst. I had never met William before. Despite owning the restaurant, he was rarely ever around. Whenever he was, he was usually tucked away in his office for most of the day and only ever spoke with our manager. Due to this, I didn't know if he would be a hard ass who was about to write me up for running late. After the events of the previous night, I didn't think I'd be able to take getting reprimanded today.

He took me by surprise when he smiled and said, "Just don't let it happen again, okay?"

I nodded, unable to form any words, and scurried around him to the lockers.

Adam looked at me when I finally returned to the floor. "What took you so long?"

"I ran into Afton," I responded.

His eyes widened. "Did he give you shit?"

"Luckily no. Just told me not to let it happen again."

"I warned you that he was here."

I flipped Adam off when I was sure none of the kids could see me.

As if my day couldn't get any worse, my manager came to tell me that I was stationed on the prize counter for the day. The prize counter was probably the worst part of the restaurant. There was never any downtime at the counter. Either there was rowdy children hopped up on candy and pizza screaming about wanting toys they didn't have enough tickets for, or there were tired parents wanting to buy tokens for the arcade games while their rowdy kids were nearby screaming. Not to mention it was right next to the main stage, so the sound of screaming children was only matched by the sound of pre-recorded music coming from the animatronics' speakers. And to top it all off, the closing duties for the prize counter took longer than any other section of the restaurant.

It was the worst section to work, and I already wanted to leave just knowing that was my station for the day.

The only plus side was that being kept busy made the day fly by. But the usual craziness of Freddy Fazbear's was extra unbearable to a point where I felt myself on the edge of tears numerous times. I knew it was going to be a bad idea for me to be at work, and I was really regretting coming in.

I let out a sigh of relief as the last family finally left and the animatronics finally powered down. Adam laughed at me as I put my head down on the cool glass that held the prizes. "You're giving yourself more work to do."

I looked at the smudge I had left on the glass before glaring up at him. "I don't think my one smudge is making things any worse."

"Okay seriously, what is up with you? You've been grumpy all day."

I sighed and shook my head. "I had a bad night."

"Do you want me to help you close up so you can get out of here sooner?"

I gave him a look. "We both know you don't actually want that."

"But I'd do it to help you."

"I appreciate it, but I'll be fine. My annoyance and desire to leave will make me work faster."

Adam didn't fight me on it anymore. He said goodnight and clocked out. Once I heard the front door close and lock, I immediately got to work with cleaning. That was the easiest part as all I had to do was clean the glass of the prize case and pick up the discarded tickets from the floor. When I finished that, I started counting the cash in order to close it off. That was supposed to be another easy task, but my mind being anywhere but the task at hand made it so much harder.

Restocking the prizes was the hardest part. I had been on my own for nearly an hour, and I was both mentally and physically exhausted, so I was trying to rush out of there but found myself fumbling a little extra. I was trying to dump a box of tiny soldier toys into their respective bin when the box slipped from my hands and landed on its side, the toys scattering all over the floor.

It was my breaking point. Everything finally came crashing down around me and the flood gates finally opened. I lowered myself to the floor, sitting with my back against the counter. I buried my head into my hands and began to sob.

"Seems like a bit of a strong reaction to dropping some toys."

I jumped and looked towards where the voice had come from. I was sure I was the only one left in the restaurant, everyone else having left while I was doing my closing duties. Even my manager had left, giving me the keys and the code to the security system. But, turns out, I was wrong, because there was William Afton leaning over the counter to look down at me.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, wiping the tears from my face. "S-Sorry Mr. Afton. I-I didn't realize - "

"Hey, it's okay," he said, cutting me off and speaking in a soft voice. "What's going on? You seem stressed."

"It's...personal things. I shouldn't have let it interfere with my work."

"Fuck the professional shit for a second here. Forget I'm your boss, forget we're on the clock. If there's anything going on that you want to talk about, I'm all ears."

I leaned against the counter across from him. "It's stupid."

"You're crying, so I don't think it's that stupid."

I sighed. "My boyfriend broke up with me last night, after admitting he's been cheating on me for the last three months."

William whistled in response. "That's tough."

I nodded. "It just...came out of nowhere. We've been together for three years, moved in together last year. There was no signs that anything was wrong. I didn't even suspect that he was cheating. He came home last night and suddenly told me everything. Packed a bag and went to his...I guess...girlfriend's house. Told me he'd be back at some point this week to get his stuff."

Tears were stinging my eyes again. I looked away so William wouldn't see me cry anymore. Upon looking down, I realized my bare arms were on the glass of the prize counter, leaving smudges again. I cursed under my breath and turned to grab the cleaner again.

"Here, let me," William said, reaching for the cleaner. "You pick up the toy soldiers and I'll help restock the prizes once I finish this."

I was a little shocked, but definitely was not about to argue over getting help. We worked much quicker as a team and, finally, I was able to clock out to leave. I stood by as William set the security system and locked the gates.

"Thank you for helping me," I said.

"You don't have to thank me," he said. "It seemed you needed help, and I wasn't about to let one of my employees struggle while I was on the property." I smiled at him and started for my car. "For what it's worth - " I paused and turned back to him. " - your ex-boyfriend is a fucking idiot. You seem like a great woman. Don't beat yourself up over him."

He smiled and turned to walk towards his own car. I watched him go, surprised by what he said. Even through the cold night air, I could feel my face burning.

~~~~~~

William was around more after that. Not just in his office, but he was actually out on the floor. Everyone was noticing his increased presence, but I found myself noticing it in a different way. Whenever William was near, my eyes were practically glued to him. I found it difficult to concentrate whenever he was around. Luckily, everyone else was so distracted by his presence that they didn't notice how useless I had become.

It was wrong. I knew that. Having a crush on a coworker was bad enough, but a crush on your boss was a whole other level of bad. Especially when your boss is so much older. I had no idea whether or not he was even married or had kids for God's sake!

But every time I saw him, I couldn't stop my heart from racing. I wanted him in a way I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't stop myself.

During one of my shifts, I was put on the serving section. Serving was easy enough - take orders, bring food, check on tables. The hardest part was trying not to trip over a child running past while carrying a whole pizza on a hot tray. Most of us had learned the art of scanning the area before we walked, but sometimes you just don't notice quick enough and end up surprised by one of those little fuckers.

One of the cooks passed a pizza through the pass to me and told me the table number. I took the tray and balanced it against my shoulder, something I found was the easiest way to balance the bigger trays. The restaurant wasn't too busy, but there were still enough kids running around that I took in my surroundings before I started to walk. I was making a mental note about two kids who were stood by the stage, dancing to the song that Freddy was "singing", and didn't notice another kid who was racing from one of the playrooms in front of me. I stopped suddenly, just short of running into him, but found myself losing my balance after he ran past.

I felt two hands grab hold of my waist, holding me upright and saving me from a very embarrassing scene. When I turned to thank my savior, I came to face the blue eyes I had been trying to desperately to avoid today.

"That could've been a disaster," William said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Th-thank you," I managed to stutter out. I could still feel the heat of his hands against my waist, like they were burning through the clothes and searing my skin. I almost forgot the heavy tray of pizza I was carrying in that moment.

When he let me go, his eyes still trained on me, I quickly turned and hurried to my table. I tried not to seem so flustered, but I knew I had failed. I stuttered through every sentence before finally dismissing myself to the prize counter where one of my other coworkers, Beth, was snickering to herself.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"Don't ask," I responded.

"Oh, I'm asking. Are you all hot and bothered for Afton?!"

"Shh!" I snapped, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one had heard. Not like anyone would over the usual noise of the restaurant.

"Oh, you so are!" she said. "Holy shit, (Y/N), you know that's bad news right? He's literally our boss."

"I know he is. I'm not stupid. But...I can't help it!"

"At least he would be more of a gentleman than that small dick asshole you call your ex." She looked over her shoulder as the front door to the pizzeria opened. When she looked back, her eyes were wide. "Speak of the devil."

I looked over to see none other than the small dick asshole himself, Josh, walking in. I wished I could disappear into the floor and never be seen again. I tried to turn and walk away before he spotted me, but no luck.

"(Y/N)!"

I groaned and turned back to him. "What do you want, Josh?"

"I was just over getting the last of my stuff - "

"Awesome, I do not care. If you've come to give me your key back, you could've just left it on the dining room table."

"No, I came to say that I couldn't find my Springsteen album."

I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms. "So you came all this way to...what? Ask me what I did with it? I have no idea, Josh, I threw everything that was yours into boxes and garbage bags. If it's not in there, you might've left it in your car or at your new girlfriend's house."

"It's not any of those places." I wasn't sure if I should've been hurt about the fact that he wasn't addressing my last comment directly, but I definitely was a little bit.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I wanted to see when you were going to be off work and maybe I could come by to look for it with you."

I scoffed. "Are you serious right now? Josh, I don't know what the fuck happened to your album, but you're sure as hell not coming over to the house. That is not your place anymore, and you're very much not welcome there."

"Why can't we be adults about this?"

"You lost the right to being adult about this the second you decided to cheat on me! And how dare you say that shit, but then come down to my place of work to try and, what, harass me into letting you back into my home? We're over, Josh. I don't ever want to see you again. If I find any of your shit left at the house, I'll drop it in the trash."

"What seems to be the problem here?"

I suppressed the urge to groan again. As if things couldn't get any more complicated.

"No problem, Mr. Afton," I said, turning to face William with the best, innocent smile I could muster. "Just an...unwelcome guest."

William looked at me for a moment before letting his eyes wander to Josh. I didn't have to say much else for him to recognize who the "unwelcome guest" was and I could see anger in his eyes.

"Well, time to get back to work, (Y/N)," he said to me. "Your customers are waiting."

I nodded and ducked away from the situation. As I walked away, Josh called after me, "That's fine, I'll be waiting for you to get off! We can talk more then!"

"Like hell you will."

A collective gasp from the parents and Beth cause me to spin around to see William had grabbed hold of the collar of Josh's shirt. William was easily a head taller than Josh, so even if the act wasn't meant to be intimidating, he definitely looked intimidating. I don't think I've ever seen such fear on Josh's face. William turned Josh around and basically dragged him towards the front door.

"If I see you back here, I will have your ass arrested," he said as he threw Josh out of the restaurant. "Are we clear, punk?"

He didn't wait for a response as he pulled the door shut. I could see Josh standing there, a mixture of fear and confusion on his face. William re-entered the main area, still looking angry, but tried to put on his best customer service smile as he addressed his new crowd. "Sorry everyone. Just an unruly customer. Sorry for any trouble."

To me he added, "Come see me in my office, please."

Beth and I exchanged a look before I followed William towards his office. I was so sure he was going to get upset with me. Not only had I brought my personal shit to the restaurant (even though that wasn't my fault), but it had also resulted in a not so great scene in front of the customers. People get to talking, and I was sure that this story was going to be spread through town before the night was out.

The moment I stepped into his office, I set in on the apologies. "Mr. Afton, I'm so sorry about that. I had no idea he was coming. I've been trying to avoid him while he's moving his stuff out and I guess he was getting tired of that or wanted to poke me one last time or something - "

"Did he hurt you?"

I paused my rambling to look up at him. All anger was gone from his face and had instead been replaced by concern.

"What?" I asked.

"Did he do anything to you just then?"

I shrugged. "Not physically. He was definitely still trying to mess with me mentally, though."

William nodded. "Well, he's not welcome on the property anymore. If you see him, you have my full permission to contact the police immediately."

"I...I don't think that's entirely necessary."

"I don't mean to sound like an old man or anything, but I've met plenty of assholes like your ex, (Y/N). You give them an inch and they take a mile. If you don't deal with this now, he will continue to come back and harass you. I don't want that for you. You don't deserve that."

I opened my mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. I was realizing how close we were now. We were mere inches away from one another. If I wanted to, I could just reach out and touch him right now; grab him. I could've kissed him right then and there if I really wanted to. Who would've known?

As if reading my mind, William suddenly reached out and cupped my face. Before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on mine. It was kind of ironic, the fact that I had just been thinking about doing this exact thing, but now that it was happening it was like my brain wasn't sure how to comprehend the situation.

William pulled away just as quickly as he had initiated the kiss. He backed away from me, suddenly worried. "I'm so sorry. I...I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that."

In response, I pretty well threw myself at him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with such force that it pushed him back into his desk. He positioned himself so that he was sat on his desk and basically pulled me into his lap. It was risky, anyone could've come by and caught us, but something about that just made the experience so much better; so much hotter.

William pulled away first again. I tried to chase his lips with mine, but he pushed me back, chuckling at my eagerness.

"Hold on," he said. "There's some things we have to discuss before this goes any further."

"Please don't tell me you're married," I said.

He laughed. "No, I'm not married. Divorced with a 10 year old daughter. That was the first thing I wanted to discuss, in case single dad is a dealbreaker."

"Very much not a dealbreaker."

"So...the age thing is also not a dealbreaker then?"

I shook my head. "If anything, I think that makes it kinda hotter."

A grin spread on his face. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. But there is the big issue of the fact that I'm your boss."

It felt like I had been shoved off of cloud nine and come crashing down to earth. For a moment, I had forgotten that part. He was right, that was the biggest issue here. Kind of hard to get around it unless I ended up quitting, which I really did not want to do. It was nearly impossible to find a good paying job these days, and I needed this now more than ever since Josh wasn't going to be splitting rent with me anymore.

I climbed off of William's lap and stood across from him. "I guess...that is a big issue, huh?"

"I just don't want you to feel pressured into anything, and I don't want anyone to look at you any different because you're dating the boss."

I raised a playful eyebrow at him. "You jumped to dating pretty quickly there."

His smile was a little more bashful. "What can I say? I'm old school. I don't believe in hooking up or anything like that. If there's anything going on here, I want you to be able to classify it as a relationship."

In that moment, I found myself wondering why I hadn't always dated older men. I had wasted so much of my time on guys my age when I could've been dating someone who was actually a gentleman and cared about me and my feelings.

"Why don't we see where things go with this, and then we can tackle that big elephant in the room?" I asked.

"I think I can agree to that."

I took a step closer and said, "I really want to kiss you again, though."

He laughed and met me halfway, standing from his desk and taking my face in his hands again. When he kissed me, I felt like I was flying right back on to cloud nine.

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Aziraphale and Crowley's unhinged character analyzis (pt2. Crowley)

Controversial opinion:

Aziraphale and Crowley at the end of Season2 managed to accomplish the main goal they each had since the beginning of time. Only to realize that what they wanted no longer made them happy.

Disclaimer: I have no idea about what is going to happen in Good Omens. This analysis could clearly be considered a theory since I'm not Neil Gaiman, but as someone who knows about narrative and character structure, I'm going to elaborate. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry in advance.

I've already talked about Aziraphale's possible transformation arc in the Good Omens story. In here I've also written important definitions such as what's a transformation arc. I highly recommend it to read it first.

Now it's time to talk about Crowley.

Crowley, the co-protagonist and love interest.

In our role as audience, Crowley is the character with whom one tends to empathize the quickest. By the end of the second season, most would be tempted to think Crowley was right. However, this is a lie. Not only is Crowley not right, but he rejected Aziraphale just the same, choosing his principles over love.

Now, why in the first instance do we not see it that way? Well, because we have Aziraphale's point of view. We always get the angel's reaction first, we always see the way Crowley shows up again and again and again to rescue him unconditionally.

Very rarely do we have a moment where Crowley is alone in crisis because his beliefs are challenged. No, everything he does is in function of Aziraphale and we see the story from his perspective, that is, from the perspective of someone who is in love with Crowley. Because of this, Crowley is equally liked and attractive to everyone equally: we are inside Aziraphale's in love POV.

By the time Crowley proposes Aziraphale to run away together, we as the audience are seeing a proposal that is incredibly tempting to us: we want Aziraphale to accept it because it's what Aziraphale really wants. That's why the fight hurts so much, because we know internally that the two of them had the chance to be together but didn't because they're not ready yet.

Crowley's Objective

Crowley, unlike Aziraphale, was happy in Season 2 with his current situation. Having cut ties with both Heaven and Hell pleased him, because Crowley always sought only one goal throughout his entire life: freedom.

The one thing Crowley has always desired is to be himself with no excuses and no strings attached.

Since before the beginning of time, Crowley came to the conclusion that he didn't fit in Heaven. He thought he would fit in Hell, but soon realized that it was like a deteriorated version of Heaven, so he didn't fit in there either. On Earth he doesn't quite fit in either. Sure, he likes humans, has a certain admiration and curiosity for them, but he still considers them a species far different from his own. He is not human and never will be, so he can't really identify with them at all. He enjoys the advantages of humanity, but he is not one of them.

The Job episode is an indicator of this, he himself says so "I am a demon who goes along with Hell as far as I can".

In this same episode, however, the major problem he has with this is also expressed. Azira tells him "that sounds lonely". The counterpart of freedom is loneliness. To be truly free, you need to have nothing and nothing to bind you. That's why Crowley is someone who is unsympathetic and even disinterested in dealing with third parties. He does not remember faces or names, he does not get significantly close to anyone because that would compromise his desire for genuine independence.

This characteristic is the only one that is present in absolutely all versions of Crowley: the book, radio drama and even in the cursed script of the movie that never was. That's why whenever he sees danger, his first reaction is to run away.

Being free he has nothing to lose… or does he?

Crowley's dilemma

Well, Crowley never fit in by being different and so he always felt somewhat an outcast. However, it wasn't long before he noticed that Aziraphale was also different.

Clearly the angel was not like the other angels in Heaven: he enjoyed Earth, he fell into temptations, he lied to other angels. Also, it is obvious that he would not fit in Hell, and while he is more empathetic to humans, he is still innocently aloof. Aziraphale has a pure goodness that Crowley admires, the goodness that made him be kind to the demon in the first place.

Moreover, no matter the time, no matter how little they knew each other, Aziraphale could always see through Crowley's evil masquerade. The demon could burn goats and murder people, and yet Aziraphale has always held a blind faith towards him. Crowley, the Serpent of Eden, who had been his entire existence told that he's doomed to be a crawling tempter, finds in the angel an unexpected possible friend who's never been afraid or bothered by him.

Crowley eventually feels they are both the same: two supernatural entities left on Earth who learned to enjoy life on their own terms. Crowley sees in Aziraphale the companionship he never thought he'd find, the friend he thought at the moment he fell he'd never have. And that feeling of companionship and admiration slowly morphed into something more until it became love.

The season finale isn't the first time Crowley has considered leaving Earth. Probably not even his fight in Season 1 was the first time he considered it. Yet he never did. He never could because, without Aziraphale, running away would doom him to a life of solitude. Free, sure, but completely alone since no one except his angelic friend could understand him.

However, I think Crowley is not aware of what he feels. Or at least, he hasn't been for a long time. I'm sure his moment of introspection about his feelings was when Nina confronted him about it. Up to this point, Crowley considered Aziraphale his best and only friend, obviously. Crowley is loyal to a fault and always thought his relationship with Aziraphale was perfect just the way it was, but suddenly someone put it into words and he realized that yes, that's what he really wants with Aziraphale.

Crowley's decision

Crowley wants his freedom. That's why he never asked Aziraphale for explanations (because at the end of the day they were just friends), that's why he never told him that he was living in his car (because he would end up depending on him), that's why he never talked about his fall (because that would be opening up too much).

The most ironic thing about the whole ending, is that just like Crowley did with Aziraphale… Aziraphale proposed to Crowley the one thing he wants more than anything: to be together, for good, but sacrificing his freedom.

Crowley is capable of doing anything for his angel, even without acknowledging that what they had was love. He's capable of driving on fire, capable of killing Gabriel, capable of walking inside a church. Of everything except one thing.

It's the one step Crowley didn't dare take. He is not a martyr like the angel, no, he is not willing to sacrifice himself to be together. So, the obvious happened: Crowley chose his freedom over Aziraphale just as Aziraphale chose Heaven over Crowley.

The end of his arc and Aziraphale.

As I said before, I don't think Crowley will have a significant change comparable to Aziraphale's. His personality and beliefs will not be changed in a momentous way, as Crowley no longer has ties to Heaven or Hell by pulling the tab on both sides.

His side is already picked: Humanity.

His biggest change is likely to be one of purpose. Crowley is no longer going to be satisfied with his freedom. And the latter is a fact: Crowley is officially free. Without Aziraphale in the equation, he no longer has anything or anyone tying him to do anything or be any other than who he truly is. Crowley can go to Alpha Centauri and never come back; he can sleep for 3,000 years; he can go around the world in the Bentley. He can do whatever he wants. This might seem ideal to the Crowley of 300 years ago, but today's Crowley is completely consumed by loneliness.

Crowley never cared about building a home or having material things because he never wanted to be tied to anything earthly for the sake of doubt. He was always aware of the destruction of the Earth.

Love is not something that can be prevented though, and in the absence of having a home, he found it in Aziraphale.

Aziraphale: trustworthy, sweet, warm, funny, a bit of bastard but always irrevocably good. Everything Crowley lost when he fell he almost automatically found back.

To this day I wonder what Crowley is going to do now that his angel is gone and the possibility of him fleeing to the stars is becoming more and more possible. It's going to depend a lot on how much time passes between seasons, but I don't think it will be much. For not only he was his anchor, no, without Aziraphale, he doesn't have someone to cause him to want to do better, he doesn't have someone to be vulnerable with, he doesn't have a goal anymore, nobody else to impress.

He isn't evil. He isn't good. And now, he is alone.

First Crowley lost the love of God and now the love of Aziraphale. And it is then that Crowley will realize that what he really wants is not to be free, but to be loved. And this desire can only be fulfilled by the love of his life, Aziraphale.

The thing is... Crowley has always wondered why.

Why falling? Why becoming the cursed Serpent? Why could he never be truly free?

At the end of his arc, he must come to the conclusion that the answer was always in front of him:

Love is the only answer he needs.

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || seven

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

sorry for the late chpt. I was really sick so i tried my best on this chpt.

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating & sex & liquid products of sex, death, mental health, horrible sister, entitled sister

she was careless. 1 day of happiness was enough for her to forget the problem at hand. work had been enjoyable and there were discussions of displaying her art. she had time between her shifts to work on he last of her commissions. of course it would be ruined by her stalker.

the moment he had read her tweet, he was out the door and going to find her.

he saw e/n lurking around. bastard.

when he did, she was cowering in the dressing room. wordlessly, he wrapped his jacket around her before handing her his cap and a mask.

"wear this." - wonwoo

"thanks, wonwoo... i owe you one." - yn

they made it out with no issues. e/n was gone but who knew when he'd be back?

no matter how much she tried to enjoy her dinner with wonwoo, she couldn't help but feel eyes on her. but wherever she looked, there was no one.

wonwoo watched as yn's typing got even more agitated.

what the hell is going on... is she playing speed tetris or something...

when she finally slammed her phone face down onto the table, he finally asked her what happened.

"family argument. Now I have to bring a very attractive guy to my family reunion next sunday. and I also have to close my art deal by next wednesday and have an auction by thursday. great." - yn

"but why?" - wonwoo

"my parents found out about e/n and blamed me. my younger sister played a victim angel again so i snapped and called her out for being a brat. so now i have to one-up her in fame and a partner." - yn

"any ideas of who you're going to ask?" - wonwoo, crossing his fingers. wait why am i crossing his fingers?

"if any of your friends can help me, that would be great. i'll probably ask mingyu or dino since they're single and famous." - yn

"i'm single and famous" - wonwoo, whispers under his breath

"sorry what did you say?" - yn, leaning in to hear him from across the table

"i said, i'm single and famous. i'll go with you." - wonwoo

a pause. subtle panic. a smile.

"really? oh my days, wonwoo. you're my saviour. i LOVE you. you have the fame AND the face card. chaeyoung is going to quake and crumble!" - yn

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

well. he doesn't know she's with me now. be it make-believe.

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synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[butterflieswhisper]

hiiii ^^ beastlife fishie analysis. spoilers ahead. etc etc

okay so. the main point of this is simple. I don't think the salmon head cursed c!fishie. Explaining that is the harder part I think. also i'm going to refer to the salmon head thing in e5 as "the incident" from here on out because frankly i think it's funny

Let's start with the incident. The big day. etc. What happened? Why did it happen? Obligatory third questioning statement? Well. She was gifted the salmon head for her birthday by kiwi(or like. someone in the kiwibird system. -bird system. the birds). Immediately upon receiving it she relives parts of season one and fishie herself doesn't really acknowledge it. The other players definitely notice but im not caught up enough in any other pov yet to like have thoughts on that I'll come back to that point someday. Fishie seems shaken, sure, but she moves on so quickly, especially considering what happened just there. 37 seconds of standing frozen, unresponsive. she recovers in 5 seconds. And seeing how she reacts later on to realizing the memory situation--if she was aware that happened, she would probably be concerned by it. She puts it on for a brief second at the end of the party and takes it off immediately. She's otherwise normal -- well. as normal as she is otherwise up to that point. Because that is also how she acts with pretty much any salmon head, even just kiwi herself.

I raise: Episode one, about 8:20 in. The slow zoom on kiwi as the static overtakes every other noise. This is the *exact* same behavior displayed when fishie receives the salmon head, albeit without actual concrete old video footage style flashbacks. In episode two (28:55ish) the same thing happens when she looks at the salmon head in moch's house, but this time there is technically a flashback -- kiwis grave. Fishie moves on immediately and doesn't acknowledge her behavior at all, and, seeing as it is fishie, im inclined to believe that means she does not know she is doing it. Fishie (when alone) will discuss all of her problems in immense, and usually misguided detail (bestie i promise kiwi doesn't hate you???) to the audience and/or herself. I mean she's not alone in episode one, and it is technically presession, and i guess getting struck by lightning is a decent distraction from your problems, but in episode two? She is completely alone. There is nobody with her. She went looking for moch and moch is not there. She still doesn't acknowledge the fiveish seconds she is completely frozen. This happens again and again with kiwi and salmon heads.

And then that leads you to e5. The incident. She's. well. she's doing worse. 0:50. "This will distract me if i leave it up." This is the first mention from fishie herself about how fucking weird she's being, and even then she doesn't seem concerned. I think she does not realize she's being so so incredibly weird about it. If the static and freezing is what's referred to as "distraction" then keeping it in her inventory makes it worse actually so it wouldn't really make sense unless the way it is distracting her is NOT the. well. whatever the fuck is wrong with her (affectionate). After she puts the head on there's the static all the time but for a short brief amount of time she's like significantly more normal and i don't really know if that means anything i just think it's really funny.

And then we all know what goes on during the incident i'm not analyzing this video frame by frame. um. i could. but i am not going to right now. And then she has the conversation on the table with kiwi where she like is normal for 5 minutes. Like genuinely the most. i guess stable? fishie's thought process is is like in the moments directly after the incident. She is immediately understanding with the antikiwi situation, they come to an agreement that they're like. okay now. "thank you for everything and im so sorry i couldnt do more" / "it was short, but it was nice" "i knew what i was getting into when i married you" etc etc and then they kind of rush it at the end because people won't stop dying. But then fishie is fishie and takes it in the complete opposite extreme (from. um. whatever was wrong up until now. to "oh kiwibird must secretly hate me because" and then there's no real good reason she's just like that) and it's also an issue. And i think the season two memory thing is also a part of that but this is so long already and so i'm not going to get into it rn. So bringing all of this back to my original point: the salmon head was not the cause of the curse(?) because she's been so weird all the time forever and the salmon head thing was just like. an effect. of whatever went Wrong(tm) in the season transition. like the head was a vessel to Be Worse about it but i feel like it would have worked with any salmon head she got her hands on and that it happened to be kiwico was a coincidence and also that the head wasn't cursed at all there's just something deeply wrong with fishie s3 in general and uh yeah 👍

I'm so sorry this is so disjointed i had a thesis statement and everything. alas

[lakesparkles]

LiS True Colors fanfic (prologue)

Terrible title, I know lmao, but it doesn't have an actual title yet. I'm finally ready to start sharing my fanfics, this being the first one here.

The main idea was "what if Alex had Max's powers too?" because I wanted to write a time travel story, basically. It starts after the ending of the game, but not an official one, I guess? I kinda mixed two of them. The beggining of the fic will be more Alex/Steph but there are a lot of mentions of Alex/Ryan in this prologue too.

Last thing is that English is not my main language so sorry for any mistake! Here's something I drew for it:

You can read it on this google doc or under the cut: (1424 words)

Prologue

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Alex doesn't understand how doing exactly what she wanted can be so scary

Or

What if Alex had Max's powers?

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  The bus gave a sudden lurch, and Alex had to catch herself from falling off the seat. For that measly second, her mind returned to the real world, looking around. Beside her, Steph was going through the same thing, cursing under her breath as she returned to her previous position.

  Then it ended.

  Her attention immediately returned to the window, her cheek resting on her hand. Outside, the trees and mountains were farther apart. Different. Quite different from Haven Springs. The realization of that knocked her over again, making Alex swallow hard as she began to think about how her own decision hadn't made her as satisfied as she'd hoped.

  Maybe it was because she didn't think it would happen so soon. I mean, Alex was never an optimistic person. Far from that. Because optimism never made her life easier. However, part of her had found small hopes just a few weeks ago, when she'd been on a bus much like this one: seeing Gabe again could be weird, but could also be good. She could find connections, comfort, and everything else she'd lacked before. She could make Haven Springs her home.

  She would be lying if she said that things didn't turn out the way her more unrealistic self imagined.

  And again, even that hadn't gotten her anywhere. For there she was, heading towards the opposite side of the country, just as she had started.

  Alex sighed, burying her face in her hand.

  "Look," Steph's voice made her reluctantly focus on something that was not her thoughts, "you might be the one among us who reads minds... Buuuuut something tells me you'd have a blue stain around you right now ... It's blue, right?

  A second sigh came out of Alex's throat, but this time, she too turned her head and smiled slightly. A sad smile:

  "I am really sorry. I think I'm kind of tired."

  "But already?" Steph didn't seem convinced, "It's the first hours of our incredible journey! When we're in Pennsylvania you won't even be able to stand up then!"

  There was a certain good humor in her voice, which Alex appreciated. She was already tired of all the disguised judgments she had received in the last few days in that city.

  "You're really used to traveling, huh!?"

  "I prefer to believe that I wasn't born for only one city!" Steph closed her eyes in a dramatic pose, pointing at herself.

  It was lovely. Alex's smile rose a few inches, until she noticed the blue stain start to appear around the other one. It was small and lasted a few seconds. Alex even tried to avoid reading Steph's thoughts, but it was almost involuntary: as none so far made me feel like I should.

  "I'm with you on this one!" Alex laughed awkwardly.

  She knew her thoughts would take over again. So she didn't even turn her face to the window. Instead, she slowly laid down on Steph's shoulder, giving the other woman enough time to stop her if she wanted to. But of course Steph didn't move a muscle, just resting her head on Alex's.

  The contact was still awkward. Something she knew she would need more time to get used to. It was just one of the many consequences of growing up with little affection. She now avoided and begged for it in equal measure. It was like that when she hugged Gabe for the first time after meeting him again: awkward, out of place and strangely nice.

  She felt her brother's affection in unusual ways, being when she discovered that he had bought a guitar as a gift, days before she arrived; or when everyone in town spoke to her with a certain familiarity during her first week there. "Gabe couldn't stop talking about you!", Ryan confessed one afternoon that he spent at her apartment, "He guaranteed that everyone would love you! He said that you could form a band with Steph. That you wouldn't even complain about watching the boring documentaries I liked. Scary how right he was... And now I understand why he thought that...".

  Every time she talked about Gabe with Ryan, she felt a warm feeling in her chest, in a way she knew she wouldn't feel with anyone else. The two understood each other and expressed their love for Gabe through each other as well. It made that anything but real, as if they were just two old friends reminiscing about stories and would soon see Gabe again.

  Affection for Alex often took that form: being able to pretend everything was fine with someone else.

  At that very moment, Alex had her legs on top of Ryan's. He gently placed his hand on her knee, lightly caressing the area. Something so small and ordinary and…weird. She didn't know if she liked it, and it made her uneasy.

  She wanted something real and different from the feelings she'd stolen from someone else. And she knew reality was always a little scary, so she seemed to be on the right path.

  It intensified when she handed him the rose at the festival, her heart beating a mile a second. Even worse when she kissed him for the first time, the gold and purple mingled in him as well as her. She was close enough to feel everything that went through his mind. It was always a mixed bag, just like it was with Alex. Confused. Scary. New. Comfortable.

  Maybe all that fear wasn't so bad after all.

  Purple certainly followed her through the rest of that short relationship.

  She saw how Ryan was paralyzed as she confronted his father. Or when he himself yelled at her, telling her to stop it.

  Ryan didn't believe her.

  It wasn't the anger she was so used to that washed over him as he refused her touch, almost as if he was disgusted with her. Or when he started avoiding her for the next few days, his guilt prevented him from even getting close.

  No. It wasn't anger. Or sadness.

  It was fear.

  Now Alex couldn't help but think of everything from the start. At all the other times that emotion was present.

  Maybe it wasn't as normal as she wanted to believe it was.

  "It's like this in the beginning!" Steph's voice again brought her back to the real world.

  Alex needed a few seconds to even understand what was said:

  "Huh?"

  "This weird bus adrenaline! It's always kind of sad, at least it was like that for me too" She said while practically rubbing her face against Alex's, "But let me tell you a secret: Salem will never be the best part! We have many places to visit even before there!"

  "Is that talk about 'the true treasure are the friends you made along the way?"

  Steph lightly punched her arm, even though she was laughing:

  "I'm serious, okay? The good part is that we'll never know if Salem will really be our final stop. Maybe we'll walk into a hotel in the middle of nowhere in Ohio and decide that's where we belong."

  "Is that what happened when you stopped in Haven Springs?"

  "No..." She admitted, "But that hope always wanted to get me out of there."

  Alex still appreciated how much the other tried to cheer her up, so she decided to shrug her shoulders, giving up:

  "Who knows, right? We might not even stop anywhere! Let's just keep traveling. We just need to get temporary jobs to buy a van."

  "Then we can make a short list: ‘places to visit before death'! We will travel the country!"

  "And then we'll go down to Latin America. Somewhere has to be our place."

  "Or no place will ever be our place!"

  "You make it look like a good thing." She chuckled.

  "You understand me, Alex."

  That simple sentence cut the conversation short. Alex lifted her head from her shoulder, then made eye contact with Steph. She had said the last sentence simply, as if she was joking. However, the way she was looking at Alex now, it was as if she had confessed to something much bigger, which she had been keeping inside for a long time.

  The color purple washed over Steph.

  Alex smiled.

  Maybe she wasn't so wrong about affection and love.

[daydreamingfuel]

Freak Like Me

Chapter 5

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

AO3 // previous // next

Y/N has just moved to Hawkins from England with her parents and is starting at the high school in the final term of her senior year. Eddie immediately takes a liking to her and they become fast friends, deciding to take her under his wing and falling to her charms. This is Hawkins however and things are never quite as they seem...

WHOLE FIC TAGS & WARNINGS: gratuitous use of Y/N (I'm not sorry), friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, eventual smut, semi-fix-it-fic, angst, injury, canon dialogue and events used, canon graphic violence, no main character death :)

Chapter Tags & Warnings: lying to the Police, Y/N has Eddie brainrot (same babe, same), important conversations, use of the word 'slut' in the form of intrusive thoughts, panic attack, Eddie trying his darndest, smoking, a lot of swearing, canon-compliant events and dialogue used, heavy flirting and moves being attempted again (these fuckers just can't catch a break)

Chapter Word Count - 6.4k

A/N - so, apparently I can't write anything in a time period shorter than two months. to make up for it this chapter is incredibly eddie-heavy after the last update, so you're welcome for that.

They didn’t try to stay in the fishing shed for much longer as fatigue set in quickly, though Y/N doubted she would get any rest at all. Eddie, desperately trying to make things right, tried to convince Y/N to stay with him, so they could talk about everything, to no avail.

“Don’t, Eddie.” Y/N pulled away from him. “We have a lot to talk about, but not right now.”

“But Y/N-” Eddie pleaded but Y/N cut him off.

“I’m exhausted, I haven’t slept. And the news about alternate dimensions and monsters being real? I need to be alone for a while.” Y/N’s voice cracked as she spoke, and Eddie’s face fell, “Plus, the police are probably going to want a statement from me so I should probably be at home for when that happens.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head, “Why would they want to question you?”

“If Max saw us both go into the trailer with Chrissy, and only you leaving, chances are others did too.” Y/N reasoned, and he sat back against the wall. Y/N started to walk away, to where Steve was holding the door open for her – trying to not eavesdrop, but paused. She bit her lip in thought for a second before turning back and crouching down in front of him. Lifting up his chin, she forced him to make eye contact, “Hey, I’ll be back as soon as I can. There’s a conversation we need to finish.”

With those final words, she left the shed and found her way back to the car. Somehow, the journey back into central Hawkins felt quicker than it had last night, though that may have been just because she was in and out of consciousness; awake enough to let Steve know where to drop her off and pick her up in the morning, but not enough to remember getting there. As Steve pulled up to her resting tree, she could see her mother in a dressing gown on the front porch with an absurdly large mug of what she assumed was tea. They bid her goodbye, Dustin giving her a big hug and Steve squeezing her hand gently, and let her know that they’d be there around 8am to pick her up for a supply run.

Y/N stumbled up to the house and into her room, collapsing on her bed and passing out fully dressed. She was abruptly woken up by harsh knocks on the front door and a shout that it was the police when they didn’t get an answer. Groggily, Y/N pulled herself up, glancing at the clock reading 7am and cursing to herself before wandering to the door.

“Miss Y/L/N? Can we come in? We have a few questions.” A man asked the second she opened the door. Giving him a quick scan, she noted the chief's badge and nodded, allowing him and his fellow officer to enter without a word. At the sound of people, Mrs Y/L/N soon entered the kitchen and took a silent place next to her daughter at the dining table when she read the situation she had just walked into. “I’m Chief Powell, this is Officer Callaghan. I just have a few questions, answer with honesty and there won’t be any trouble. Are you aware of the events that have taken place at the trailer park two nights ago?”

“I have heard that there was a body found in the Munson trailer, yes,” Y/N answered as calmly as she could, though her heart was beating out of her chest.

“Can you tell us where you were on Friday night?” The chief asked, and Y/N nodded before telling her story.

“Well, after school finished, I played a long game of Dungeons and Dragons with my friends, like we do every Friday,” I thought for a second then said, “Afterwards I went to the trailer park with Eddie and Chrissy, to pick up a notepad that I had left there whilst studying on Thursday and then I came home and had dinner with my mother. Usually, I’d stay at the trailer with Eddie on a Friday - but my dad left for a business trip that morning, so I came home to spend the night with my mum.”

Mrs Y/L/N, smiled at the story though she knew it wasn’t the truth, and placed a hand on top of Y/N’s on the table. Powell and Callaghan exchanged a glance before proceeding with their next question, “Can you tell us why Chrissy was at the trailer park?”

“I assumed it was to pick up some stuff for the championship party, she’s head cheerleader and her boyfriend is on the winning team, I didn’t question it.” Y/N answered, leaning back in her chair, a quizzical raise of an eyebrow accompanied her fidgeting hands, “Why? What’s Chrissy got to do with any of this?”

Y/N allowed the world to go numb around her as Chief Powell gave her the earth-shattering news that Chrissy was dead, the memories of her murder haunting her again like they had been since it happened, more tears falling. She hadn’t been certain that she could cry any more over this, but she was proved wrong. “Do you know where Eddie Munson is?”

“What?” Y/N was pulled out of her stupor at the question, blinking tears away as she looked between the Chief and the Officer in front of her, “You think Eddie, my Eddie, did it?”

“The boy’s van was gone when we got there. There are multiple witnesses seeing the three of you entering the trailer, but not a single one saw you leave.” Officer Callaghan spoke, and his voice immediately made Y/N’s skin crawl. It seemed to Y/N like he wanted Eddie to have done this; like it would be so easy for him to lock him away without another thought. At least nobody had seen her leave. “All the evidence points to-”

“Evidence? What evidence?” Y/N questioned before she could stop herself.

Well done, this isn’t going to end well for you.

Chief Powell was taken aback by the abrupt questioning, “Miss Y/L/N, we cannot disclose case detail during an ongoing investigation, it’s-”

“Have you found a murder weapon?” she cut him off, pushing further, knowing they had nothing on him.

It was Callaghan who answered, to the shock of his Chief, “Well, no but-”

“A motive then? Or signs of a struggle in the trailer?” The pair stared back at her unsure of what to say, she had put them on the spot unexpectedly. “No? So, all you have is circumstantial ‘evidence’.” Y/N knew that would be enough to turn the town against them, but she stood her ground anyway. They were innocent. “He didn’t do this. He couldn’t have, he’s completely harmless. Yeah, he’s a bit much for most people but he would never actually hurt someone maliciously. And he definitely doesn’t have it in him to, to kill.”

Callaghan, having grown increasingly agitated, stood up and towered over her, “Do you know what I think? I think you’re covering for him. I think you know he did it and are hiding him somewhere.”

“What’s your proof?” Y/N bit back, rage consuming her at the, not-completely, false accusation.

“Tell us where he is!”

“That’s enough!” Chief Powell stood up as well slamming his hands on the table. “Callaghan, take a walk.” Callaghan huffed and stormed out of the room, Chief Powell sat back down and spoke more calmly, “Miss Y/L/N, I get the feeling you’re not telling me something. Any small detail could help us solve this.”

“I- There’s nothing to say, I don’t know what happened after I left.” The lies were bitter on her tongue but there was no other way around this. Feeling her mother's hand on her’s gripping it slightly, she took a deep breath and continued. “I told Chrissy to have fun at the party as I left and hugged Eddie goodbye, saying that I’d make it up to him for ditching our movie night tradition and that’s it.” Chief Powell sighed in defeat. Y/N couldn’t help a small scoff from escaping her, as she added with a little more bite, hoping that it stuck, “Do an autopsy, figure it out. Cause I can’t explain this any more than you can.” They stared at each other for a second before Y/N collapsed back in her seat, “I just know that he’s innocent. I just do.” Y/N pleaded with the chief, hoping to any God that would listen that she sounded like a distraught friend in shock and disbelief, instead of a lying suspect, “Why would he kill my best friend?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

By the time Steve arrived with the others, the paranoia had started to creep up on Y/N – re-running the conversation again and again until she had the whole thing memorised, dissecting every last detail in an effort to convince herself that they had believed her and weren’t going to be back with a warrant for her arrest. Having restocked her own backpack with everything she thought she could possibly need for the day, she headed out to the car where the others waited. Mrs Y/L/N had whispered a small ‘be safe’ in her ear as she kissed her cheek goodbye, but Y/N had the feeling she couldn’t make that promise, not knowing when she’d be back. Sliding into the backseat again, the group settled into an uneasy chatter, trying to embrace the brevity of the morning before the inevitable manhunt for Eddie began throughout town. Robin fiddled with the radio until a news station reporting on the incident made her turn it off altogether.

“They have no fucking clue,” Y/N muttered under her breath, covered slightly by a deep sigh, but they all heard it.

“Who doesn’t?” Dustin immediately piped in, Robin turning in her seat to look at Y/N quizzically and Steve eyeing her in the rearview mirror to let her know he was also listening. Even Max moved a headphone off one ear so she could listen.

Groaning and massaging her temples, Y/N closed her eyes for a second to collect her thoughts, before ultimately saying, “The police. I had a visit from them this morning before you guys arrived.”

“What?!” Steve exclaimed from the driver's seat, sounding vaguely parental in his scolding, “Why did you not tell us as soon as you saw us?”

“I’m sorry!” Y/N, befuddled by his concern, apologised to Steve, who gave her a look that said, ‘you’d better be’. She continued, “Look, they have nothing on me or Eddie, nothing tangible that would hold up in a trial anyway, but it was still fucking scary to have to lie to them, about where he is and what’s going on, at 7am after a horrible nights’ sleep.”

“They really have no idea?” Robin asked for confirmation and Y/N shook her head, “Well that’s something at least, I mean when we were messing with Dustin’s Cerebro and listening in to the scanners they’re certain he’s still a suspect and they’re absolutely going to pin this on him either way but-”

“If it goes to trial somehow, it’s unlikely he’ll be charged.” Y/N finished the sentence and Robin nodded. “If we survive whatever this is anyway.”

“We’ve survived before, we can do it again,” Robin reassured her, though it sounded more like she was convincing herself. The rest of the drive to the store was mostly silent, barre Dustin going over details under his breath and occasionally asking Y/N for clarification on what happened again. As she wandered through the aisles, absentmindedly picking up Eddie's favourite snacks and drinks, her mind drifted to the what if’s.

If only you didn’t suggest that Chrissy buy something for her nightmares.

If only you’d asked earlier about what was going on with her.

If only you’d kissed Eddie in the drama room after Hellfire like you wanted to.

Maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

Maybe Chrissy would be alive.

Maybe Eddie would be with you right now.

She was still mystified that he’d abandoned her, and she was going to make him work for her forgiveness for that, but the more and more she thought about him, the more she just missed him and wanted to make it right. And the more she desperately missed Chrissy, weighed down by how she contributed to her demise.

You’re not innocent.

“Y/N? You okay?” Steve’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears, and snapped her out of her thought-spiral, shaking it off and smiling at him.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He wasn’t convinced. “Is this too much?” Y/N referenced the growing pile of snacks in her arms.

He cocked his head looking at it then smiled back at her, “Whatever he doesn’t want, we’ll split between us.”

She laughed lightly, “Deal.”

Another hour passed in the car and they were back at Ricks’ fishing shed. In the daylight, Y/N could really see just how dilapidated the building was - dented, marked up and covered in a weird moss or algae growing from the lake brine, the few windows in desperate need of a clean, and worst of all the smell was a lot more pungent under the sun.

“Jesus!” Eddie exclaimed, panicked as they too loudly kicked open the heavy metal door, bags in hand, five of them huddled together in the doorway.

Dustin grinned cheekily, “Delivery service!”

Eddie sighed, looking at them all in exasperation, seeing them all grinning back at him, Y/N feeling Steve lift up an arm to give him a little wave. Carrying over the bags, Eddie immediately took them from Y/N with a small thanks before digging through them like a racoon in the night, smiling to himself somewhat at the plethora of things she had obviously picked out. He collapsed into a half-exposed boat and pulled a box of honeycomb cereal to his chest, diving in with handfuls, interspersed with chocolate milk. The rest of the group had dispersed themselves around the room, finding their own places to perch or lean on, but Y/N moved to sit next to him, giving him a small smile before he shifted up to give her enough space. Despite this, she elected to sit as close to him as possible, craving his presence and leaning her head on his tense shoulder as he continued to eat.

“So, we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” Dustin broke the silence, “How do you prefer it?”

Eddie didn’t stop eating to respond, “Bad news first, always.”

“All right. Bad news.” The teen searched for the correct phrasing for a second before breaking the news to Eddie, “We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max added, looking from Eddie to Y/N, urging her to speak.

Eddie looked down at Y/N, eyes wide and accusatory, where she rested her head on him and she pulled herself up to sit straighter, “Yeah…They came for me this morning, tried to get me to rat you out and throw you under the bus- I just mixed my metaphors, anyway-” Y/N rambled, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, and flicking her eyes between all of them between looking down at her shoes, “-Obviously I didn’t say a thing…Actually no, that’s not true, I basically told them to do their jobs better, probably really reckless of me but maybe now they’ll actually do a full autopsy and realise there’s no way you could have done it-”

“You lied to the police? For me?” Eddie cut her off, cutting off her ramble with a long blink to process it all in complete disbelief, which turned quickly to awe as she gazed up at him – not needing to say a word to let him know it was the truth. “And the good news?”

Y/N gave him a weak smile, “Your name hasn't gone public yet.”

“But if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do.” Robin, then added gravely,  “And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.”

Y/N could see him deflate slightly as he took in her words, “Hunt the freak, right?”

Robin could only confirm, and Eddie cursed to himself before Dustin tried his hand at reassurance, “So, before that happens, find Vecna, kill him,1 and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin?” The dry sarcasm dripped off Eddie’s tongue, exhausted just at the sound of the ‘plan’, “That's all?”

Dustin just grinned sarcastically back at him, “Yeah, no, that's pretty much it.”

Before Eddie could bite back another retort, Robin jumped in, “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this before.” The pair in the boat gave her a look of confused disbelief, so she continued, “I mean, they have a… a few times, and… and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

At this point, Steve, who had been listening in decided to pipe up with further explanation, as though it was the most normal thing to discuss, “Yeah, see, usually we rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

Robin volleyed, “So we're technically in more of the-”

“Kinda…” Steve searched for the right words when Max found them for him.

“Brainstorming phase.”

Steve clicked a point at her, “Brainstorming.”

“There…” Dustin splutters as he tries again to give Eddie peace of mind, “There's nothing to worry about.”

Steve scoffs lightly in agreement, and gives Eddie a calm and confident smile, but it quickly fell as the wail of sirens sounded. Steve cursed, “Shit.” As the sirens grew louder and closer, Robin urged to cover the boat with Eddie and Y/N were sat in with tarp for them to hide, and Eddie immediately complied by grabbing the bright blue tarp with one hand and pulling Y/N closer with the other as he covered them.

Y/N then found herself pinned to Eddie’s chest, laying uncomfortably on the bottom of the boat, the cereal he’d dropped surrounding them as it spilled from the box. Face to face, mere centimetres apart, they got to finally look at each other properly for the first time in days. Eddie was paler than usual, eyes tired and lips reds, presumably from nervous biting, hair a tangled mess a top his head. She was sure he could see that she wasn’t doing much better, if the bags forming under her eyes from restless nights weren’t evidence enough, the way she clung to him in fear like she had before would be solid reminder. The tight grip around her waist loosened slightly as the sound of sirens died down but still the tarp remained until Steve called the all-clear.

Lacing their fingers together, Y/N pulled Eddie back up to sitting with her, pushing the tarp of with her other hand. Steve was pacing, hair dishevelled from running his hands through it but it still managed to look perfect somehow, which annoyed Y/N greatly. After a few more seconds of pacing as the sirens fully died off, Steve stopped and pulled his car keys back out of his pocket.

“I think we should follow them.” He finally spoke, “Just to make sure they’re definitely not on Eddie’s trail.”

Robin shrugged and started collecting her things, followed quickly my Max and Dustin, who added, “We should probably also loop Nancy and Lucas in on what’s happening, if it is the Upside Down again, we’re gonna need all the help we can get- Y/N? You, okay?”

Y/N hadn’t moved an inch as the other made their moves to leave, “I think I should stay here with Eddie.”

“Absolutely not. Nope. Not happening.” Eddie protested, squeezing her laced hand as he turned to her. “You can’t stay here, your mom-”

“My mum told me to come look for you.” His eyes widened and mouth gaped as she stopped his rant with a hand to his chest. “She believes in you, and more importantly she believes in me. She told me to bring you home. If I don’t come back she’ll assume I’m still looking, at least for a little longer, before she starts to panic. Besides, weren’t you the one begging me to stay here with you just last night?”

Eddie lets out a sigh that turns into a frustrated groan, “Harrington, just- just go, do what you need to do.”

The man didn’t need to be told twice, shepherding Dustin, Max, and Robin back out to his car. As he reached the door he paused and turned back to the pair in the boat, locking eyes with Y/N, “Stay safe.”

The door slammed shut, leaving Eddie and Y/N alone. Silence, tension palpable in the air the longer they sat, fidgeting, hip to hip. Eventually, Eddie broke the uneasy quiet, with a hushed whisper of, “Are you still mad at me?”

Y/N sighed, “Yes.” But then squeezed his hand, “And, no.” Eddie closed his eyes in slight relief, “I’m a little confused about how I’m feeling right now.”

“Do…do you wanna talk about it?” The question posed, though heavy, was asked so awkwardly but with such sincerity that Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that he was always ready to lend her his ears if ever she needed it, he had told her as much on Friday before all the chaos started but she didn’t quite believe him, part of her thinking he just said it out of courtesy, until now. “We’ve nothing else to do whilst we wait to be hunted down by townies.”

Unable to speak as her mind raced, trying figure out how best to phrase everything she needed to say, debating how much to say and devising ways to get around the whole thing, she just nodded. He unlaced their hand momentarily as he made himself a little more comfortable in the boat, straddling the bench to face her, before reaching for her hand again. Taking a few shaky breaths, she folded one leg under herself to face him and let her hands fall into his. His thumbs rubbed circles into the backs of her hands to soothe her as she collected her thoughts, opening her mouth to speak before thinking better of it and closing it again a few times over.

“Eddie…” Y/N sighed his name softly, “Look...on Friday night, before all this happened, I had this plan, I guess, to tell you everything that was going on with me – secrets from my past, plans for the future and where you fit in to it, and I had a surprise for you that I was – am! – still really excited about but it all feels…not meaningless, just…not as important anymore, not when your livelihood is at stake.” He didn’t interrupt. Though he was fidgeting, it was the quietest she’d ever seen him. Eddie was trying desperately to pay attention and hang on to every word she was saying. “All cards on the table - when you ran, it all just fell apart and I’ve been spiralling ever since. Furious that you ran. Confused about what I did wrong. Hopeless in the thought I wouldn’t find you. Mind-numbing fear that what killed Chrissy was coming back. But mostly, I’ve just been sick to my stomach thinking that you weren’t okay, that I’d find you dead, mutilated like Chrissy and I- What happened?”

Eddie licked his lips, blinking few times as he thought back to Friday night, “Y/N, no amount of explanation is going to justify me just leaving you there, believe me I know that, but please believe me when I say you did nothing wrong, I fucked up. Big time. And I’m so, so unimaginably sorry,” His big brown eyes pleaded with her to understand that he was truly remorseful, as he gripped her hands tighter, “I wanted to stay, every bone in my body willed me to stay there with you and as soon as I left, I wanted to come back, but my stupid fucking brain was screaming at me to just get the fuck outta there at all costs. Survival instincts I guess, to flee. Run away.”

Y/N looked away, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back indignant tears, taking a few breaths. Still, her hands never let his go, clinging on to him for dear life. She urged away the thoughts to snap at him again for she knew it would be of no help, no matter how badly she wanted to. Being mad at him caused an ache in her chest that made her nauseous, but full forgiveness wasn’t quite on the table yet but wasn’t far off. Her concern for him far outweighed the spite brewing in her anyway.

After a small sniffle, she finally looked back at him. Eddie was tense, chewing on his lip as his eyes racked over her again and again for any sign of her pushing him away, but found none. “I can’t stop thinking about why ‘Vecna’-” She scoffed sightly at the name Dustin had given the killer as she said it, thinking back to his notebook where she had caught the word ‘Demogorgon’ and realising that it was probably how they referred to the monsters they had previously fought and not notes from a D&D campaign like she’d initially thought, “-came for Chrissy in the first place.”

“I’ve got no idea…” He looked haunted by the memory for a second before he spoke again, “Well, she was your best friend, apart from me - though I’m not sure I deserve the title anymore,” Eddie looked down at their entwined hands in shame, before meeting her eyes again, “did you notice anything weird going on before Friday? You know, like signs that we missed?”

The nightmares and late-night phone calls came to mind. “I mean, she was having horrific nightmares, had to call me to calm her down on Thursday night. She said that they felt too real. Like they were actually happening to her. It was driving her crazy. I thought it was down to stress, she doesn’t- didn’t have the happiest home life…her mum’s a colossal bitch, trying to keep her ‘perfect’”.

“Her life seemed pretty damn perfect from the outside. And she was actually nice, unlike the preppie dickheads in that school. Where do the nightmares fit into that picture?” Eddie questioned, perplexed. He hated most of the preppies because they despised him, but Chrissy never had a bad word to say about him, so he grew fond over the limited time they spent together. But he never truly considered to be a friend, until she died, and he realised just how much he liked having her around - the girly bubble-gum blur that she was. Regret had consumed his every waking moment, for many reasons since that night, but not talking to her more niggled at the back of his mind like an itch he would never be able to scratch.

Y/N sighed before gently explaining Chrissy’s issues with food and her mother’s pressure to look and act perfect, the rage and regret bubbling up inside her again. “I should have recognised it sooner. She was always skittish whenever we ate together, and her mum always gave me the stink eye whenever we were at her house, bringing home snacks for movie nights. I assumed she just didn’t like me and didn’t pay any mind to it. But obviously there were some other reasons she didn’t want me and my cookies around.”

Eddie was simmering with the same rage that Y/N was, “And I’ll bet anything that she’s going to act like they were as thick as thieves to the press, knowing that she made her own daughter sick.”

“Chris deserved better,” Y/N muttered to herself, “Eds, I’m such a bad friend, I should’ve-”

“Sweetheart, you did everything you could.” Eddie cut her off, the familiar nickname spawning a flurry of butterflies in her stomach despite the gnawing guilt in her mind, “The fact that she even told you any of that, trusted you enough to call you in the middle of the fucking night, says how much of an effect you had on her.”

She couldn’t look at him, anxiety still crawling all over her, “…I think, apart from the guidance counsellor, I was the only one she told about any of it.” He hummed in acknowledgement.

“And,” His voice dropped, slightly hushed, testing the waters, “speaking from experience, you are not a bad friend.” Making a bold move in their reconciliation, he reached out and tilted her head up with two fingers under her chin to make her meet his gaze. She didn’t push him away, but leaned into his hold on her instinctually, “Alright, enough of the heavy for now. I need a smoke, you want one?”

An olive branch, a gesture of normalcy. She nodded as much as she could with his grip still on her jaw. Lightly dragging his thumb down her neck slightly and watching as her eyes fluttered closed for a split second, an easy smile graced his lips as he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He lit up his own before placing a second between her slightly parted lips and lighting it, receiving a face full of smoke as a thank you. “D’ya wanna know why I came up here? Rick’s 'outta town' for a while, told me I could use the house whenever I wanted, ‘needed an escape’ or some shit like that.” Eddie scoffed at his friends’ words, making wild gestures with his hands as he spoke. It felt almost…normal, to sit and talk and smoke. Easy. Familiar. Comfortable. As though they weren’t in hiding, “I was actually planning on kidnapping you for a few days, bring you up here…just us, to hang in peace, uninterrupted…” he let the implication hang in the air - Y/N getting more and more flustered by the second as ideas flooded her mind as the memory of their previous private unfinished moments ghosted over her - before he continued “well, it doesn’t really matter anymore, anyway my point is, when I ran, it was still in my head – the idea of us here - and I guess my body kinda drove me here on autopilot.”

“You know that doesn’t absolve you, right?” Y/N said, half teasing but the underlying seriousness didn’t go unnoticed.

Eddie snickered, “Yeah, I know.” He flicked off the ash of his cigarette onto the floor beside the boat before taking a long drag and blowing it into the air. The sight of his exposed neck on display made her cheeks heat unexpectedly, not quite believe how attractive she found the simple action. Leaning into her personal space he murmured, “M’gonna do everything I can to earn your forgiveness, sweetheart, just tell me what you want.”

You.

Just you.

“Just don’t run from me again, you sure do know how to bruise a girl’s ego.” She whispered back, slightly breathless from the proximity.

The smirk he was holding back was thinly covered by the furrowed brows of a serious façade as he nodded, “You got it, no running. As for your ego…well, being stuck in this shithole whilst on the run from the police is a hell of a lot better with your sweet company.”

“Why thank you darling, that’s what I’m here for.” Letting out a sharp laugh, she lightly pushed him away, prodding her cheek with her tongue in exasperation.

Eddie laughed a little too loudly before remembering where they were and looked back at Y/N sheepishly, “You know what I meant, you just…things are easier when you’re around, is all.”

She did know exactly what he had meant. Since that first day, when he had made her feel so welcome, when they had instantly clicked, the air had felt lighter whenever he was around. Every menial, monotonous task became a game with Eddie there that ended in fits of laughter. Every study session felt less like reading a drill manual when he read the textbooks aloud like he was presenting a campaign. Seemingly simple movie nights in held some of her favourite memories, his head thrown back in carefree laughter, the sound reverberating in her ears like a symphony for her soul. Whenever he was around, the stress and anxiety simply washed away in calming, happy waves with every condescending smirk; every mischievous glint in his eye; every squeeze of his hand on her thigh; every soft breath that fanned over her lips when he crowded her space.

Her gaze softened as she gently brushed his cheek with one hand, cigarette held limply between her fingers, as the other reached for his hand to lace their fingers again, “Yeah, I know what you meant.” As he leaned in slightly, eyes scanning her face, Y/N pulled away slightly, “Eddie…I want to, I do,”

���Good, ‘cause I do too,” Eddie muttered, free hand sliding up onto her waist, before he sighed and dropped his forehead against hers, “But not right now, right?”

Y/N silently nodded against him, fingers still laced as the other hand on his face slid down to hold the nape of his neck beneath the tangled mess of curls, “Somehow it feels inappropriate, couldn’t possibly guess why…” voice low, resisting the urge to groan as he let his hand rub along her side.

“Yeah, it’s not like I’m a fugitive or anything, that’d ruin the mood,” He snickered, wrapping his arm around her back, and sliding closer to her on the bench, “One day, one glorious day, there won’t be any stupid fucking thing in the way.”

“No interdimensional monsters framing you for murder, no running from the police…” He hummed in approval, nose bumping against hers, “just me, telling you how much of a dumbass you are for waiting so long.”

“Well excuse me for trying to be a gentleman,” The statement completely undermined by the sharp squeeze to her hip, pulling a choked gasp from Y/N.

He smirked as Y/N tangled her hand in the curls at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, cause you giving me the ‘fuck me’ eyes ten times a day and almost defiling the Hellfire room on Friday, was completely gentlemanly, I feel sufficiently courted.”

“If I recall correctly, sweetheart,” condescension oozing with every word, staring her down, “you have been just as eager, dare I say needy, for me as I’ve been for you,” Y/N gulped at the phrasing, hating the immediate effect it had on her, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every chance you get and giving me the ‘fuck me’ eyes, as you so succinctly called it, whenever I’m DMing or playing guitar or driving - so cut the bullshit, princess.”

Make me. The phrase itched on her tongue.

Fuck, I want him.

Slut.

Your best friend dies, and Eddie is on the run and you’re horny?

You completely insensitive bitch.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Suddenly everything became too much - his hands on her, the proximity, her spiralling thoughts – and she couldn’t breathe. “I uh- I’m sorry, I just…” Y/N completely pulled away, standing up and walking away to lean on a nearby work bench, trying to calm her ragged breathing. Her hands shook slightly against the hard wood of the table, eyes clenched shut as she attempted to focus on her breathing, counting to ten over and over again inaudibly.

“Y/N? What- are you okay? Sweetheart?” the metalhead scrambled up and out of the little boat, rushing over to where she was stood, trembling. “Oh god, was it me? I went too far I’m sorry.”

“Eddie…” Y/N’s voice, soft and weak made him pause, calling out for him as the panic consumed her, “Can’t- I can’t breathe.”

He buffered, arms frozen mid-air, half reaching for her and half wanting to give her space, “Uh…try, try taking some deep breaths. I’ll do it with you. In and out, in and out.” She tried to follow his lead but the voices in her head were getting louder and louder. Overpowering her. Collapsing under the pressure, Eddie immediately crouched down beside where she was curled into a ball on the grimy floor. “Jesus, fuck, Y/N talk to me, what’s going on?” The boy’s voice shook as he cradled her to his chest, her hands balling up his shirt in her fists, holding on for dear life.  

Disgusting little slut, you deserve to feel like this.

Did you really think that this would be okay?

You’re pathetic.

He’s just playing you, feels bad for you.

Chrissy is better off dead than being your friend.

“Shut up, shut up! It’s not true…It’s not true, get out of my head.” Y/N held her hands to her head, as if to squeeze the horrific thoughts free from her mind, sobbing whilst being rocked back and forth by Eddie as his strong arms circled her protectively.

His head dropped down, to rest his cheek atop her head, “C’mon darlin’, breathe with me, don’t listen to it.” Though his voice was shaking with intense concern, Eddie tried his best to calm her down. After another fifteen minutes, Y/N breathing finally started to regulate and she was able to lift her head to lock eyes with him, following his breathing. Once she was stable, he asked softly, still holding her tightly, “There you are, where’d you go, huh?”

“Panic attack…that one was a bitch,” she sniffled through a small laugh, “My head can be pretty damn cruel sometimes.”

“What was it saying?” The question hung in the air for a couple of seconds, “Sweetheart, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Playing with the fabric of his Hellfire shirt to distract herself, she took another breath to soothe herself before talking again. Though she had planned on telling him everything on Friday and had already done the mental gymnastics of how to say it all, actually having to say it all out loud made her stomach twist horribly.

He already has too much to deal with, he doesn’t need my baggage on top.

Before she could get another thought run wild, his hand on her face brushing away a few stray tears brought her back to reality.

“Okay, so…”

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[doctorguilty]

Cartoons rant

Wondering when we'll find out who the main writers are for f&c s2 because I desperately want that one person off responsible for all the worst episodes including the fuckshit with degenerating betty into like a meek subjugated woman and being like simon is a bad person because of autism also here's half of the climax screen time wasted on simon being guilt tripped and then apologizing for being autistic. I still can't tolerate looking in the tags for that show because the fans who did not watch any og AT or at least past s5 have no concept of how bad all that was and never stop posting think pieces about how "petrigrof shippers" are in denial when like. That isn't a "ship" that is literally an enormous plot point in the entire body of AT lore you CAN'T separate it without taking away meaningful things about almost like every other beloved character, why is it considered cringe to like, think a story about tragic romance is meaningful, how is "their relationship had problems all along" a better conclusion to the entire thing that like, almost destroyed the entire world in the AT finale, and then saved it, and betty did all that btw ??? Sorry I'm not over it like what's next, in s2 pb and marceline break up because they realize they're not gay after all and never were, like that's the level of stupid the whole way simon and betty were handled

AND on a personal level it just sucks so bad to have this whole incredible story that revolves around a suicidally depressed man grappling with the responsibility of other lives being connected to him and goes on this like journey showing that every alternate world where he doesn't exist is significantly worse off and his like difficult acceptance of his own worth grows alongside his new friend's acceptance of the worth of her own world and how selfish it was of her to not only want to take it from her loved ones but allow a new friend she quickly came to love throw himself away for her, witnessing how magic is a destructive force across universes and even when she had it, it came at the cost of someone else's destruction (and that someone else being the same person trying to destroy himself again!!), cause it was so like wow this is such a powerful story about the value of the life you're give and no matter how worthless you think your life is the impact you have is greater than you could ever imagine, and that's why you need to live and cherish what you have. Only for it to climax at like. A weird drag about selfishness in rationships like wha????????? And like blaming Simon for being cursed like as though it was a choice he made like if he was just less selfish (autistic) none of that would have happened but that's literally nowhere in the lore like huh??????? I never bring myself to rewatch any of the episodes after Jerry cause it's just too frustrating and that's where it takes a nosedive

[necromycologist]

rating 'fantasies' songs by their tlt vibes

recently i got really into this album and ive been listening to it nonstop and i got the urge to make this post so behold.

Help I'm Alive

we open with a BANGER. the whole heart motif beauty of existence thing is very tlt in general but "if we're still alive my regrets are few/if my life is mine what shouldnt i do" feels like it could be ntn cam+pal perhaps. 6/10 for general vibes not really going anywhere specific tho.

Sick Muse

i could see this as a convo between gideon and harrow. "pull your little arrows out an let me live my life" she WOULD say that about love... ily harrowhark necro'mancer nonagesimus lyctorway keep sticking your middle finger up at preps. but the main event is "all the blondes are fantasies/we looked at them eleven ways/you said look at me then looked away" like i dont even need to explain this one. YOU SAID LOOK AT ME THEN LOOKED AWAY the orpheus and eurydice the betrayal the hurt why wont you eat me please please consume me why are you saving me sorry one sec. ill shut up about greek myths now. 7.5/10 that one lyric saved it for me

Satellite Mind

this song is so strange and offputting it has to be about our favourite little bone nun <3 its givin htn harrow "i can feel you most when im alone" um the body the body the body "flashback of a feeling/sixth sense of a calling" its the love! that they couldnt take away!! 6/10 because i think that the dreamy freaky what the fuck is happening are suuuuper htn however the actual lyrics arent super close

Gold Guns Girls

i want this song to be about ianthe tridentarius soooooo bad... i want it to be about our favourite perpetually thirdweeling failgirl so much... like ive never wanted anything else ever oh my GOD... "i remember when you were gambling to win/everybody else said better luck next time" underestimated at canaan house anyone? anyone at all? no takers?? no??? 3/10 because despite my deepest wishes this is just a good song thats not about gay catholic homestuck 😔

Gimme Sympathy

slightly ironic gtn griddlehawk at its finest. "get hot/get too close to the flames" oops! now ur her cavalier "wild open space" gideon-gettin-shocked-by-days-on-earth-emotional.png "talk like an open book" not with that vow of silence. idiot. "sign me up!" shes not signed up haha "ill remember someday all the chances we took" not after the lobotomy u wont lol "we're so close to something better left unknown" cough cough LYCTORHOOD. 9/10 manifesting kiriona giving harrow sympathy after all of this is gone in alecto

Collect Call

hiii ntn fans i prommy i didn’t forget abt u! this one goes out to the psychosexual mess of role playing and bad meals enjoyers <3 "i know it's a lie i want it to be true/the rest of the rot is riding on you" oh boy like i said psychosexual mess... pyrra dve my beloved "wishing you could KEEP! ME! CLOSER! IM A LAZY! DANCER! WHEN YOU MOVE! I! MOVE WITH YOUOOOOOOOOO" oh lord nona placing her hand on cam's shoulder like palamedes would. oh lord being so close in one body and yet a second apart. 8/10 should be higher but i started Having Feelings about nona's death again and couldnt finish listening to the song

Front Row

this is a john song if I’ve ever heard one. “burnt out stars they shine so bright… all of us” is def. giving lyctor vibes. (just children playing with reflections thinking they were stars grauauauagh etc etc) plus plus “he’s not perfect/he’s a victim/of his occupation/social insulation/secret intervention” like fuck dude he really is!!! pilot that president around ordinary dude fuck the world up with your good intentions!!! 10/10 this song is the brainrot undying the kindly prince of my lyctor brainrot

Blindness

besties ngl i am INCREDIBLY torn on this one,,, on one hand “what it is and where it stops nobody knows/you gave me a life i never chose/i wanna leave but the world wont let me go” goes crazy hard. like harrowhark ‘cursed to keep living’ nonagesimus? hello is that u? on the other hand the whole opening sequence of this is very blood of eden coded… 5/10 this song has a very Character Energy about it but i think i must accept that that character is probably not a tlt one

Stadium Love

ohohohoo! here she comes!! this song IS about canaan house like the whole thing n nothing will convince me otherwise. "wanna make a deal/angel versus eel" hm im getting gideighth betrayal vibes from this "rabbit versus dove" WHAT DID I SAY colum get back here your government assigned fursona is in the song "owl versus dove" uuuuuh this can be about the sixth being cool basically whenever because sixth -> wisdom -> athena -> owl. idc that they live on mercury fuck off. the blorbos may be smart but i dont have to be. btw camilla hect if you read this im free on thursday night and would like to hang out plz respond and then hang out with me on thursday night when im free. u can bring your necromancer too if yw. "every living thing pushed into the ring" duel time every (necro)man(cer) for himself "guess you thought you could just watch" go on enforce that cohort order judith! it wont backfire at all haha! "NO. ONES. GETTING. OUT" well. uh. none of them are. plus cant you just see the Character Portrait Flashes AMV Moments to the wooowooos?? cant you??? "without STADIUM LOVE" the last time they say this w the beat drop it should be gidedeath cytherea duel epic timez and then the echoing "love love" at the end is harrow waking up and mouthing The Three Syllables TM. 11/10 somebody lend me their animation skills please i would be sooo epic and responsible with them i have a Vison...

in conclusion thx for listening to my deranged ramblings (if anyone actually does.) please go listen to fantasies its so so good... message me and we can brainrot thru it together xoxo

[raisethe-velvet]

LUMI YOU SHOULD TALK ABOUT YOUR OCS AGAIN SO I CAN REBLOG AND SHOW PEOPLE BECAUSE YOUR OCS ARE BASED!!!!!!!

OK UHH I THINK I'LL JUST TALK ABOUT THE MAIN 5 UM. YEAH. THERES A LOT

a bit of important lore context if u wanna understand any of this: uhh long story short there's this other world which was cursed by an evil sorceress and only the 3 princesses of that world were able to escape to "our world" in time. and one of them is our protag. and the whole story is about magical girls (and boys!) also the whole thing is a work in progress so i cant explain every piece of lore ever and there may be some plot holes but. im working on it

also i. do not have any visual references or drawings for any of them yet that arent extremely outdated so uh. no images sorry </3

ok now for the OCs:

Firstly, our protagonist Zoe! A bit of lore first though. She's one of the three lost princesses. However, she has no memories of being a princess or from another world, due to being very young when she came here. After being stuck in a boarding school for most of her life, she gets bored and decides to run away one night. So she runs into the forest, and finds herself at a strange, seemingly abandoned mansion. However, this mansion contains a gateway to her home world. Upon finding it, she reconnects with the magic of her home world and her powers awaken, transforming Zoe and the mansion. But the gateway does not open.

As for Zoe's character, after being stuck in that boarding school for most of her life, she'd get very bored. Rules mean little to Zoe, and she'd often break them in an attempt to get expelled, which never actually worked. Zoe is quite free-spirited, and typically does whatever she thinks is right. Despite having quite a strong personality, she usually internalizes it, appearing "blank" to others. She will almost always voice whatever she's thinking, however. Zoe isn't too good socially either, as she only had one friend who was a part of the reason she ran away to begin with

As for Zoe's powers as a magical girl, she has a magic wand that can transform into a sword, and uses a combination of ranged magic and physical attacks.

some other Zoe trivia includes: she modified her own school uniform beyond recognition, and wears that casually. Zoe likes a combination of pastel and gothic fashion styles.

and it just so happens that there were three others in the mansion at the time, who were affected by the magic and gained powers of their own, and became magical girls/boys! These OCs include:

Eli! That one pretty boy all the girls at school obsess over. He seems like a nice guy, and he very much is, but what most people don't realize is that he's actually a complete disaster of a human being. in the best way possible.

you see, Eli looks normal. At school, people only see him in uniform. he's attractive. He doesn't talk to people other than his friends much, so he's kind of mysterious. But what most people don't know, is that the reason people dont see him outside of school much is because he's usually sitting in his bedroom playing otome games and writing fanfic. Eli acts as though he's a character in an otome game. He's also incredibly dramatic, and a little bit flirty? or he tries to be. He's complete cringe but thats what makes him endearing <3

As for Eli's powers, Eli's magic mainly focuses on healing. He does however, have a massive sword almost as tall as he is. He has no difficulty using this weapon because. magical boy logic.

as for some smaller details about Eli, he likes visual kei, and has a part-time job at a clothes store!!

Now, moving on.. next OC, Melody!! Melody is Eli's little sister. She is extremely hyperactive, and despite only being 14, is very good at writing and playing music, and DJ-ing. However, she's not a very good singer, despite what she seems to think.. Melody is very upbeat, but also doesn't really uh. think. Her main goal in life is to just have fun <3

Melody's powers are a combination of attack and defence. She uses lazer guns as weapons, and can create magic barriers.

Melody does however suffer from a little bit of a bullying problem, and Eli can be quite protective of her for this reason. However, Melody isn't really aware that people don't really like her and find her annoying, since people mainly talk about her behind her back.

Some Melody trivia: She has been known to sneak out and DJ at house parties. Mostly the house parties of rich kids in the next neighbourhood, since they pay her a lot of money to DJ. Their parents do not like her. She's always advised not to, but never listens.

Now, Towa!! Towa is Eli's best friend. often described as ghost-like by other students at his school, due to his habit of appearing out of seemingly nowhere. Towa is prone to calling people out on their bullshit if he overhears someone say something stupid, which causes people to often have mixed opinions on him. Towa works at the same part-time job as Eli, which is where they met. Towa plays guitar, and melody often asks him to record guitar stuff for her songs. Other than that, he's kind of a loner.

As for his magic, Towa has. well. Ghost magic. In the sense that he can phase through objects, become invisible to others, and even possess others (however, he can only possess non-magic users). Towa mainly uses ranged magic attacks.

As for some Towa lore.. He's transgender, and an international transfer student from Japan!!

Now, all three of these characters gained magic at the same time as Zoe. But there is another magic-user in my main OCs. You know how i mentioned Eli and Towa have a part time job? They work in a clothes store, owned by my next OC, Camilla!!

Camilla believed her days of being a magical girl were long over, and started a career as a fashion designer, and opened her own store. What she was not prepared for, was for. well. Eli and Towa to become magical boys. And for Melody to become a magical girl.

That aside, Camilla is very sweet, and wants the best for everyone. She also tasked herself with looking after Eli and Melody after their mother ended up in a coma due to a magic-related incident when Eli and Melody were younger. Camilla and Eli/Melody's mum have been friends since they were teenagers. Due to all this, it is very much in Camilla's nature to often worry about others, and tries her best to help them out when she can.

Camilla's powers are mainly attack-based, and quite powerful at that. She uses a magic bow and arrow as a weapon.

aaand that's all, i think. its taken me over an hour to write all this. i have probably forgotten stuff. these are just brief summaries of the characters, so i didn't go into too much detail about the lore... I do have a lot more OCs, btw!! these are just our main characters!! so uh. If you have any questions let me know <3

[getosscorpio]

Forever Mine

Part 3: “He will be back.” 

CW: none just Nanami being a gentleman again

Wc: 1,3k

We were going to have a meeting today and they were finally going to tell me about Suguru. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know anything about him. After all I knew his evil plans. I knew that he wanted to leave the Jujutsu Tech and start a new life on his own. Back then, all he was talking about was idealizing everything about the sorcerers. As I refused to follow him, things ended between us and 3 months later I was already gone.  

I wore one of my black miniskirts and a white blouse. After doing my routine makeup, I headed to the main building where we were supposed to meet in Gojo’s office. As predicted, I was the last one and they were already talking.  

“Good morning, everyone!” I said as I walked toward the empty chair next to Shoko. Gojo was sitting in front of us and Nanami was standing by the window with his back facing us. I could realize that he was angry as he had his hands in his pockets and his jaw clenched. 

“Good morning, Y/N.” Gojo said. “I already explained some stuff for Nanami. Well, as you know, Geto offered us his plans as he offered them to you. He asked us to join him and build our own facilities. He believed that we were enough to fight all these curses and to overcome everything.” he stood up and walked towards the window and stood next to Nanami facing us. 

“I suppose you already know these things. What’s new is the fact that his plans go far beyond these. Geto wants to eliminate everyone without our powers. He wants humanity to evolve, he wants us to face a disaster and to bear children with Jujutsu power.” 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing at that moment. The Geto I used to know would do anything to save people and not to kill them on purpose. Gojo seemed to have realized my reaction because he walked to my chair and kneeled in front of me. He held my hands in his hands. “Don’t worry, we are strong enough to stop him. And he hasn’t been around for years so there’s no reason to freak out. But we still have to be careful and of course be ready!” 

“He will be back.” Nanami said. He turned around and looked at the three of us. “Sooner or later, he will come back and get what he wants.” 

“And what is it that he wants?” Shoko asked him with her bored eyes looking at him. 

“Y/N. He wants her. We all know that he hasn’t been around because she wasn’t here. Now that Y/N is back, we gotta be careful. Geto would use each chance to get her.” 

What Nanami said wasn’t new to my ears. But it was hard to believe that Geto was still in love with me. Unless there will be no love and he would want me to bear his children... 

After the meeting, I decided to go for a walk and do some shopping in the city. I went back to my room and changed into some casual clothes. Since I had been back, I didn’t have a car yet, so I decided to take a taxi instead of asking Gojo’s driver. I was leaving the main gate that I heard a car slowing down from behind. I turned around and I saw a black Mercedes stopping right next to me. It was a c-class and it looked brand-new. The window pulled down and I saw Nanami in there. 

“You wanna go somewhere?” he asked me as he pulled down his sunglasses. 

“Yeah, heading to the city center.” 

“Come on get in. I’ll give you a drive.” 

“No thanks, I'm fine. There will be a taxi on the road.” 

“Don’t worry, I'll be faster than the taxi!” he chuckled softly. 

I got in the car, and it was immediately clear that it was his own car. It was neat and full of the scent of his own perfume.  

“I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. “ 

I turned to him and gave him a smile although his eyes were on the road. 

“It’s fine Nanami. You told me the truth and it can get bitter sometimes...” 

“It’s not about that. I wanted you to know everything before you make any decisions about staying here. I don’t want you to change your mind because of him. We will support you no matter what happens.”  

His words were incredibly kind in contrast to his stoic looks. It was funny as I was getting the same feelings as the night before. Seemed like he already had too much influence on me. 

We were getting near to the shopping malls when Nanami’s phone rang suddenly. He put it on the speaker so I could hear it too. 

“Nanami, there’s an urgent mission. I'm busy on another one right now. Could you please get it?” It was Gojo. 

“Alright, where is it then?” he asked with a worried face. 

“I’ll send you the address but you gotta be there in less than 10 minutes. Tell me if anything happens.” He hung up the phone and I was feeling dumb for doing nothing. 

“Would it be okay if would get this done and drive to your destination afterwards?” Nanami asked me in his normal polite tone. I mean, could I even say no to him? 

“Sure. I hope I can help you after 8 years of no exercises.” 

He went to the address that Gojo sent him, and it was in a ruined building on the outskirts of the city. He told me to stay in the car and wait for him but there was no way I would sit around and leave him fighting the curse on his own. So, I followed him and tried to take his back. It took us a few minutes to find the curse. It was a first-grade curse and I realized that without Nanami, there would be no way for me to fight it. The curse was able to fight the both of us at the same time and as Nanami was busy catching it from behind, it hurt me in my stomach. I got thrown on the ground and somehow, I managed to hide myself in one of the corners. Nanami didn’t see me and finished his job with his own technique. The curse exploded and as Nanami turned around to look for me, he found me on the ground.  

“Y/N! Are you okay? Show me where did it hurt you?” He ran towards me and held me in his arms. He carefully touched the wound and frowned his eyebrows as he saw the depth of the wound. I didn’t have enough power to talk to him, so I just moved my lips to show him I was still okay. 

“Alright. Calm down. I will take you to the car. Just hold me tight and if it hurts, squeeze on my shirt.” I put my arms around his neck and tried not to scream when he held me up. I was losing blood and my vision was getting blurry. He brought me back to his car and put me on the back seat. Then he took his jacket and tore it apart. With one of its parts, he covered my wound and got in the front seat. Last thing I saw before passing out was him closing the front door and giving me a final glance... 

rbs are appreciated <3

[dreamingofaizawa]

Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

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It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ruined, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD

@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD

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“WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”

You died.

Not literally, but also literally.

“Fuck!”

Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.

“Noona, um–”

That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.

Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.

The second time was your fault.

You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.

Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.

Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.

You were, in short, a nerd about it.

“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.

But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.

There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”

Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.

Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.

Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.

Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.

“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”

“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”

“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”

“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.

“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.

Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.

“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”

“Do you wanna join us, noona?”

“I can’t sing.”

“Neither can we.”

“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”

“I’m not that good.”

You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.

“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”

Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.

“R… really?”

“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.

Heat.

You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.

Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?

“Wow, you’re so good at League.”

“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”

“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.

To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.

“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”

“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”

“I’d listen to you, noona.”

Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.

His violet hair brushed your shoulder.

Soft, delicate strands against your skin.

“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”

Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.

You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.

You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.

Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.

“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.

Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.

Mostly shirtless hot guy.

Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.

“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the kill score.

“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”

Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.

“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.

“So, about your problem–”

You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.

“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”

“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”

Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.

UMMMMMMM.

Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.

Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.

His shirt was very open.

Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.

He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”

His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.

Your legs.

Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.

Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.

Your face.

Guarding his expression, testing the waters.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”

You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.

In short.

Brat.

“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.

Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.

All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.

Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.

Yet.

“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”

You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.

“Oh. Okay.”

He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.

The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.

You slapped his hand down.

Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.

Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.

“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.

Shit.

Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.

Shit.

What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?

“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”

Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”

“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.

Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.

“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”

You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.

“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.

Yet.

You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.

Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.

Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.

“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”

You ticked your head.

“I know.”

Because you did.

Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.

He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.

“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”

Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.

You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.

“Hm.”

Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.

Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?

You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.

“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”

Alright.

You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.

“Lock the door.”

Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.

And.

Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.

He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.

Well then.

He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.

You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”

You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”

“You kind of did.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.

“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.

Jungkook put his knee in between them.

His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.

“I can’t help myself around you.”

You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.

At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.

Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.

You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.

“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?

There was no difference.

Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.

“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.

“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.

You shrugged casually.

“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”

Jungkook chuckled.

“I can tell you’re not.”

You had to smirk.

Of course, you weren’t.

You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.

“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.

“The truth.”

His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.

You didn’t make a sound.

Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.

“I tripped and fell into your lap.”

Your lips curved into a smirk.

He kissed you.

His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.

Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.

Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”

You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.

“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.

“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”

Hm, that sounded familiar.

“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”

He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.

Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.

You’ll take this trade.

You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.

“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”

“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”

Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.

“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”

Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”

You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.

Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.

“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”

He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.

You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”

He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.

“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.

Hm, he really loved it, huh.

“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.

“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”

“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”

You removed your hand.

Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.

But you had a job to do.

He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.

“Please don’t–”

You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.

He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.

It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.

“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”

“Jungkook?”

You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”

You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.

“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”

You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.

“Go ask for a shirt.”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.

“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.

“Maybe you wanted them to know.”

You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.

“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”

You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.

“Jungkook.”

You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.

In control, not to be questioned.

“Get on your knees.”

Dead silence outside your bedroom.

“B… but…”

His cheeks flushed pink.

You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”

His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.

You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.

He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.

Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.

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“I don’t wanna.”

“We both know you do.”

“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.

And you knew it.

“Noona, please…”

He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.

You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.

His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.

“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”

You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.

“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”

You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.

“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”

His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.

“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”

“Noona,” you prompted.

Just because you could.

His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.

“Noona.”

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.

You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.

Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.

You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.

Your right hand started choking him.

Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.

Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Say please, Jungkook.”

A sharp, distinct order.

“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.

Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.

You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.

“This pussy worth it, brat?”

The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.

“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”

You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.

His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.

The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.

“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”

You knew that couldn’t be true.

Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.

His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.

“I can’t cum without you anymore.”

You removed your hand.

Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.

“No!”

His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.

Just perfect.

Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.

Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.

Jungkook bit you.

Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.

Insane.

You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.

Please.

Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.

Please.

Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.

Please.

He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.

“P… Please…”

You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.

“Jungkook.”

No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.

“Noona…”

His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.

You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.

“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”

He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.

You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.

Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.

Eyes that you looked into now.

Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.

His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.

And fuck.

Jungkook had a cute face.

You genuinely smiled.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.

That did it.

His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.

Your fingers tangled into his hair.

His hand fitted around your head.

Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.

“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.

His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.

-

In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.

You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.

You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.

Then you went back to playing League of Legends.

Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.

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drabble morning-after hungover breakfast

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[idy-ll-ique]

A Good Look.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: major angst, lil bit of fluff

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, domestic violence (no graphic descriptions). hella curse words in one paragraph. one infinity war reference ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Requested: nope

Summary: reader works at a bar owned by the notorious mob boss. he immediately takes a liking to her; unfortunately, she's taken. but is she happy in her relationship? hm, not quite...

Author's Note: hiya peeps! enjoy!

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For her, it started small. It was her first day working. When Y/N had seen him walk into the bar, flanked by two of his closest friends, sure— for a moment, she was stunned, as were the other women working with her, but then as soon as he was out of sight, she returned to her work, ignoring her friends as they talked about the man.

Y/N knew better. She knew the kind of man he was, the way he was with a different woman almost every day and she knew better than to develop any kind of feelings for him. Plus, she was a taken woman herself, thinking about another man while being in a relationship with someone had to be wrong, right?

That's why she wanted an out— to break up with her current boyfriend. And he even made it easier for her by being the worst fucking boyfriend on the planet earth. She had hundreds of reasons as to why she was breaking up with him, the only question was when she could do it. Anyway, back to James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes...

Y/N couldn't help it. She went from ignoring him, to stealing small glances at him, to dreaming about him to thinking about him 24/7 in a matter of months.

Y/N worked as a bartender at one of the bars that the mobster owned. Heck, Bucky Barnes owned half the city, but that bar was one of his favorite places to visit. He went there everyday, most days not having a drink, but keeping a watchful gaze on the events that took place around the bar. There would be fights sometimes, and sometimes, the older men would hit on the young bartenders.

He didn't care, of course he didn't. That is, until he saw her. The moment he laid his eyes on her, her name still unknown to him, he was enamored. He kept looking over at her as she worked, sometimes giggling along with the other bartenders, sometimes cracking jokes that made all of them keel over in laughter.

Every time he saw her laughing, his heart fluttered in his chest and a warmth settled over him. He felt light-headed and giddy, even though he didn't drink. Within a few months, he was sure, he wanted her to be his indefinitely. Y/N, however, was shocked at his behavior, not knowing that she was the one who stole his heart.

His promiscuity stopped within the first week of him noticing Y/N. He no longer had one-night stands, no more dames by his side as he attended lavish parties, and the news had caught on. Who is the woman who won the mobster's affections? Y/N had read in a paper one morning. She felt… kind of relieved that he wasn't a playboy anymore.

It wasn't a good look on him.

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Y/N was cleaning the counter with a rag when she heard the door opening and closing. Ugh, another customer. She looked up and grimaced as she saw one of the old, pervy bastards sitting in front of her, a smile on his face. "Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" She kept the annoyance from seeping into her voice.

He gave her his order and leaned forward, which caused Y/N to unconsciously lean back. "Change your mind today?" he smirked, picking up the glass just as Y/N set it down in front of him, causing their fingers to brush. She shuddered. "No," she replied politely, glancing around the room, hoping someone would come save her. As if. That's when their eyes met.

Y/N found herself staring at the man of her dreams, who was sitting in the corner of the bar with his friends. And he was staring straight back at her. Y/N gulped and turned away from him, instead focusing on the man in front of her who was shamelessly flirting with the woman who had to be at least 20 years younger than him.

"Stop flirting with my employee and let her do her job."

The entire bar froze the moment James Buchanan Barnes got up from his seat, heading towards Y/N. Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his cool but threatening tone as he stared at the pervert, his eyebrows raised. The bar was silent as the man gulped and backed away from the counter, running out of the door like a chicken. Y/N stared at the floor.

"Hey."

She looked up and audibly gulped again, wincing in embarrassment when she realized that he had to know how scared she was. "Mr Barnes," she greeted, though it came out more like a squeak as her voice cracked. Please, go away, don't stand so close to me, I can't take it, go away, she kept muttering in her head.

"You okay?" he asked gently, not wanting the poor woman to collapse from anxiety. Some sadistic part of him liked it that she was so afraid of him, but mostly, he just wanted to make her feel comfortable. "Yeah." Y/N relaxed a bit at his question when she realized he wasn't going to hurt or fire her.

"Good." Then he walked away like he hadn't just set Y/N's entire body on fire by talking to her. As he sat back down on his seat, he inwardly cursed himself for not asking her her name. I don't even know the name of the woman I have fallen head over heels for, nice going Barnes! Gah! He ran a hand through his hair, glaring at nothing in particular.

He stayed until it was closing time, and found out something so incredible that his heart soared at the information. Y/N was the only employee who stayed until closing time. Y/N groaned loudly in the seemingly empty bar as she swept the place, not noticing the mobster boss sitting in the dark corner, watching her.

"Fuck you, Y/N. Fuck. You. Literally. What was the fucking reason?!" Y/N grumbled to herself, her voice reverberating off the walls in the empty place. "He was just checking up on you. Why the fuck did you treat him like he was the monster?! You dumbass. Ugh, I'm gonna have to make it up to him; what if he fires me?!" Y/N couldn't help the tears.

"He checked up on you and no thank you. What an ungrateful little bitch you are, you… you fucking idiot," Y/N continued speaking through the tears. "Maybe a free drink when he comes back tomorrow? Hah, as if, he owns the fucking bar. What should I do? Sleep with him? As if. Fuck. Shit."

"How about we start by washing your mouth with a soapbar, doll?"

Y/N froze when she heard him. Oh God, he was still here. "M-Mr Barnes?" she stammered, turning towards the voice. Bucky got up from his seat and strode towards her, making sure to keep some distance between them as he stopped in front of her. "Do you always ramble to yourself while you work?" he questioned amusedly.

When she had started rambling, he was confused. Who was she talking about? Then, he connected the dots. At first he was a bit amused but as her speech continued, he couldn't take it. How can someone degrade themselves so much? Y/N couldn't answer him, her vocal cords tied in a knot in her throat.

"I asked you something, and I'm waiting for an answer." At the authoritative tone she looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I— uh, yeah, it's— it's, um, become a habit," she muttered, breathing heavily. What was he going to do to her? "You shouldn't cuss yourself out so much, doll," he frowned, crossing his arms. And without thinking, she replied, "Sorry."

"That man was clearly bothering you, I did what I had to do. I didn't expect anything in return. Sure, a thank you would've been nice," he teased lightly, "But please, never talk to yourself like that ever again, okay?" His gentleness turned something inside of Y/N and suddenly, she felt relaxed. Like she had known him for years.

"Okay. Oh, and, thank you." She gave him a smile so winsome that all he wanted to do was hold her against him and never let go. "Hold on, maybe there is something you can do." The smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "What is it?" she asked him, blinking. "Can we talk? Maybe you can tell me about yourself, and I can get to know you better."

So she did. Both of them sat at the bar with Bucky's favorite beer poured in mugs, talking. Y/N told him about how she was a university student, and that she had taken the job because she was in need of money. "You aren't scared? A lot of shit happens here, doll," Bucky commented, sipping his beer. "I don't know… it doesn't faze me as much as it should."

"And me! I'm the most dangerous man in the city and yet, you agreed to sit here with me, alone." At that, a smile bloomed on Y/N's face, the beer getting to her head, loosening her up. She looked away from him, almost shyly. "You saved me today, Mr Barnes. How can I not trust the guy who saved me?" Bucky's heart started hammering in his chest.

"Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot," he spoke sincerely. "You're welcome! So, uh, I actually have to go to uni early tomorrow, so… I'd like to go home, please?" He immediately nodded at her words, helping her off the stool. He even helped her finish her chores before she locked the main door and turned around, smiling at Bucky.

"Well, this is it, I guess. Goodbye, Mr Barnes."

"Let me drop you home, please." And he did, pestering her until she agreed to get in his car. She insisted her apartment building was only a 15-minute walk away from the bar, but he wouldn't listen. "A lot can happen in 15 minutes, doll." And Y/N couldn't help but snort. "That's what she said." Her joke made him laugh so hard that he almost swerved the car into the sidewalk.

As Y/N stared at the laughing man, she felt tingly inside. Her feelings rushed to her; butterflies in her stomach. When they reached home, again, he insisted on dropping her off at her apartment, but Y/N declined. And this time, he didn't fight it. "Goodnight, Mr Barnes," she told him with a sweet smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

He had been such a gentleman that day, he deserved it. "Bucky will do, my love. Be safe, okay? We'll meet tomorrow." With that, he drove off.

And for the first time in months, Y/N went to sleep happy, giddy and absolutely satisfied.

So did Bucky.

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After that one incident in the bar, Y/N and Bucky became close. When he was at the bar, Y/N was the center of his attention. He was the one who now sat in front of her, talking to her about his day and asking her about hers. "Tell me about your uni, doll," or, "Do you know what they did to me today? Ugh! Maniacs!"

Soon, everyone in the bar started giving them space. They knew the two were not sleeping together, but Barnes had, at last, found a female friend. How did they know the two were not sleeping together, you ask? Simple. Y/N still had a boyfriend. An abusive one, so she didn't tell Barnes.

After finding out about the events that had taken place at the bar that day between Y/N and Bucky, her boyfriend had reached new heights of jealousy and insecurity, not hesitating to raise a hand on his own girlfriend as he blatantly accused her of cheating on him with the mobster. It wasn't true by a long shot, and it hurt.

Y/N hadn't told Bucky about her boyfriend, because she knew that if she told him, he'd kill her boyfriend. She was about to break up with him anyway, so getting Bucky involved would only create more problems. A peaceful break up, and it was over. Unfortunately, peace was not involved on the day of the inevitable break up...

Bucky was already at the bar, but was grumpy since Y/N wasn't there. He was so desperate that he had asked one of her friends if she knew where the woman was. But the other woman could only shake her head, indicating that she didn't know. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, his eyes trailing to the door the moment he heard it opening. He froze.

Everybody did.

Y/N was standing there, a very noticeable dark red patch on her white t-shirt. When she noticed that everyone was staring at her, especially Bucky, it made her nervous. Should've stayed at home. For a moment, she actually did consider going back out through the door but Bucky spoke up first. "Y/N, come here. Everyone out, bar's closed."

His tone was something she had never heard before. A mixture of annoyance, hurt, worry, but mostly anger. In another scenario, the scene of all the people scrambling out of the tiny door would've been extremely hilarious. But here, no one was laughing. Y/N stood frozen until the door closed behind her.

"I asked you to come here, doll."

Instinctively, she strode towards him, stopping just a few inches away. He stared down at her, jaw clenched. Being a mobster, he was used to seeing blood and could identify it easily. And it was definitely blood that was covering almost a sixth of Y/N's t-shirt. "Lift your shirt. Take it off, right now," he snarled.

Y/N, not wanting him to take his anger out on her, immediately ripped the t-shirt off of her, standing in front of him in her sports bra, a deep gash just under her left breast. Y/N flinched when his fingers came in contact with her wound and Bucky immediately retracted his arm. "What happened?" His tone changed. Now, it was simply full of hurt.

"He stabbed me." Bucky's hands balled into fists at his side. One name, all he needed her to do was give him a name and the bastard was dead, whether she liked it or not. "Who did?" "My boyfriend." Bucky went rigid at her words. All this time, she was taken? "You have a…?" She shook her head, letting her tears fall free. "Not anymore." That reassured him.

"I decided to break up with him today. Decided to do it before my shift here, so my job could distract me. He… he didn't like it. And he…" Y/N choked out through the tears. Bucky's body was boiling with anger. "Tell me his name right now." Y/N started feeling light-headed. "Bucky…" she whispered feebly, swaying on her spot. And he cursed loudly when she fell forward, unconscious.

He carried her out of the bar, put her in his car and drove above the speed limit to his place. He had a private infirmary at his mansion, where he knew Y/N would be the safest. Once he was home, not caring that his expensive suit was getting ruined by blood, he ran to the infirmary, Y/N in his arms. The doctors took her in for an operation and they had to admit—

They had never seen the mobster look so scared.

After he was sure Y/N was in good hands, Bucky went to the sitting room, where his friend, Sam, sat. "Pull out everything you can get on Y/N. Check everything. Social media— I need the name of her ex boyfriend." Sam got to work instantly, not wanting to aggravate the man. Turns out, he didn't have to search for long. "[Name]."

Sam told Bucky everything he could about the man. By the end, Bucky was seething. "Send some men over. Finish him." Again, Sam agreed without argument, rushing out of the room. And so, Bucky waited. He sat in the spacious sitting room all alone, holding his head in his hands, trying his best not to tear up.

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"Bucky?"

It had been 6 hours since he brought her to his place. He startled and turned around to see Y/N standing at the door, leaning against it for support. This time, he did tear up and not caring about his dignity, he ran forward and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck, sobbing like a little child. "Bucky, I'm fine, I really am," Y/N insisted in vain.

"I almost lost you today," Bucky sniffled, pulling away from her. She wiped his tears off, giving him a small smile. After spending a lot of time with the man, she had come to realize that he was nothing but a big softie, who put on a façade 24/7. He cared about her like no one else. He was so good to her.

And finally, her feelings were justified.

"You didn't lose me, though. I'm right here," she grinned. Her grin made him smile and he took her face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Come here." Both of them walked into the room and he pulled her onto his lap, holding her close, thinking if he let go, she would turn to dust right in front of him.

"How bad is the wound?"

"Not that bad, actually, it was a kitchen knife." He moved to trace the wound through her t-shirt when he noticed it. She wasn't in her t-shirt, she was wearing one of his. This time, he didn't fight the urge. "God, I fucking love you so much, doll." Bucky grabbed her chin, pressing his lips to hers. She didn't fight it either.

"I… I love you too, Bucky."

She buried her face in his neck and he held her close, pressing tiny kisses to her cheek and forehead. "You're finally mine, baby girl. Ever since I saw you at the bar, I was smitten. Do you know what a torture it was for me?" he mumbled against her cheek. "Same. I, um…" He chuckled when he felt her skin warming against him.

"I'm going to treat you like the queen you are, baby."

"Aw, so cheesy. But flattering."

"Also, you're fired."

"Great, you ruined it."

"What? I'm the owner, I hire people. And you don't need the job anymore, you have me. I'll pay the university fees. You don't have to work at that horrible bar anymore."

"Bucky, you own the place."

"Still horrible."

"And also what are you, my sugar daddy?"

"Literally fuck off—"

"You know you love me."

"Fortunately, I do."

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Leave a like if you enjoyed.

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Possession 1-2

Museum security man talking to a statue: put up all your hands lord Garmadon! Thats right, ninjago wont be seeing the likes of you anymore. Good riddance.

This is the worst way to start a season right when I just saw Garmadon die.

Security man: is anyone there?!?! I know spinjitzu! Im legally required to say ive unlocked my true potential!!!

HFNSIFNDJNRNS

The ninja are so happy and calm and found family-like i think im gonna cry

THERES TOO MUCH FUN BANTER FOR ME TO TYPE DOWN 😭

Ik this is weird and maybe a bit mean but now that Garmadons gone Kai and Lloyd seem a lot closer. I feel like now someone needs to step in as a parental/sibling figure for him and I think thats sweet

Kai: Luckily I had my sister to watch over me. Don’t worry big shot, ill watch over you from now on

Love them.

Ooooooo Wus tea shop. Doesnt that have a few mini episodes?

It was so funny how Wu kept dodging Nya as she tried to help him carry the stuff

Zane: that appears to be work attire. Not ninja suits.

Wu: very observent Zane 😌

Wu's genuinely very sweet at times

Istg if they call for the green ninja and then arrest him immediately im gonna be so pissed

BFNDJFNSN WHY DID THE SECURITYS MANS VOICE CHANGE SO DRASTICALLY

wait.

Morro, Come on. give the boy a break.

Lloyd as hes being surrounded by morro and the security guard is a safe distance away with the armor: QUICK! GIVE ME THE ARMOR.

Not your best thought process Lloyd.

Guards 1: if you could choose to be any ninja, who would you be?

Guard 2: Kai! Hes the main one right?

Guard 1: no thats Lloyd, hes-

Thats actually so funny

Jay: take, take the flyer. WHY WONT YOU TAKE THE FLYER.

Bdisnfjdjsntne

Kai: no ones listening to us

Jay: it's like they think im carrying a communicable disease!

Maybe because your screaming in their faces.

Jay and Kai: our powers arent working!

Cole (holding a car): what do you mean your powers arent working- oh no.

ZANES ROBOTIC SCREAMING IS SO FUNNY 😭

Zane (crashes through the floor)

Kai: I think he broke the sound barrier 😀

Guys ik hes made of titanium but you didnt even TRY to catch him

Wu: You used your powers!?!?!

Jay: yeah- I know, we’re horrible students. BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR POWERS

Morro speaking through Lloyd: I want to speak with your master…

Jay: whoa, Lloyds gone through puberty

Bfjsnfjsnr yes Jay thats exactly what happened

Morros elemental power is actually incredibly strong

Kai (gets absolutely bodied and slammed against the ground)

Little girl: get up! You have to! Ninja never quit 😠

Real sweet, but you have to understand that throw would have killed and broken the bones of so many other ppl

Its nice that they showed Misako saving the costumers i liked that

The ninja: (failing and failing again to defeat morro and getting brutally beat)

Nya: (topples a shelf onto him)

shes so great

Kai: im not leaving Lloyd! I promised to look after him.

(promptly gets punched in the gut by the same ‘lloyd’)

Goddammit

This is making me sad

Can you imagine your little brother have this completely other person possess him and attack you

Lloyd: Kai.. help me…

Dont do this to me 🥲

Its hilarious how the subtitles butcher Morros name any opportunity it gets

Jay: let me get this straight. Your just telling us now that you had a pupil before us, and now his cursed spirit has possessed Lloyd, all so that he can get your staff!?!?!?

See, Jay gets it.

Wu doesn’t tell them shit

Cole and Jay: why do you get to choose and pick the easy task!

Zane: because im the intelligent one :)

Its canon that autopilot on the bounty is just an inflatable darreth

Im sorry, when did Morro control electricity?

I mean i guess its fair since the first season Jay was able to use wind.

Okay but that move nya did was so cool

Zane. you fell through concrete. how is it that a box is the thing that knocks you unconscious.

Okay but WHY is the first spinjitzu masters tomb so important. What is morro gonna do? Bring his grandfather back from the dead?

Oooo even Zanes falcon is titanium

Wu storytime! Its been a while

Oh yeaaaah, i remember morro was adopted and ate out of trashcans when he was a kid

Morro was so sweet

He literally did nothing wrong

Why did wu tell him he might be the green ninja that was just straight up getting his hopes up

He couldnt have waited to try the golden weapons first before opening his mouth

Ok what wtf did Morro do to get cursed to the forbidden realm

Like who did he cross and WHY

Wu: you have to find the tomb. Or else….

Jay: or else what???

Wu: unspeakable curses will fall upon us

Unspeakable? Unspeakable as in terrible or as in you dont fucking know 🤨

The way Kai doesnt even care about the curse and just wants to get Lloyd back

Ok but istg if Morro drank alcohol at the bar in Lloyds body im gonna kill him

Bar guy: youre a little young to be at a place like this. Especially if you dont have friends.

Why are all these adult men surrounding this child they supposedly don’t recognize like what are you gonna do? Beat him up?

Kai had a nightmare about not saving Lloyd :(

I know ronin but I DONT know that the ninja knew him beforehand. When did they meet him before?

Okay so background characters DO recognize Lloyd

I guess it makes sense honestly, for some ppl to recognize him and for some not to. To some, Lloyds probably just looks a little sickly and dyed his hair black. To others theyre probably like ‘is that the green ninja???’ ‘Nah the green ninja has blonde hair thats just some dude.’

The Cole, Jay, And Zane dynamic has been strong these past two seasons. Love them.

Okay i get it guys it makes sense for Zane to lead bc of, ya know, everything. But cut Kai some slack hes trying his best 😭

What do you mean shes not ready Wu, Nya is perfectly capable.

Nya: (faints)

nvm…

So excited for her water ninja arc tho

Cole: i wonder why the tombs so important

Me too cole. Me too.

Also it took you this long to ask that.

Wait why are they riding yaks again, cant they summon their dragons….

The excuse before was that they couldnt control their fear but now theyre having the time of their lives so what gives 🤨

OH BECAUSE THEY DONT HAVE THEIR POWERS

I'm stupid

Cole: He turned my yak into a ghost! NO ONE turns my yak into a ghost!

Dont worry Cole youll be twinning soon :D

Ok if water kills ghosts then whatever tf Morro drank at the bar was not water

[guqin-and-flute]

there is a curse on the family of Lan

it’s a secret, and it affects the sons, mostly the first born

they are cursed two fold 

1) those they love in any way will suffer horribly

2) they will have loving hearts

the second sons sometimes fall victim to the first, but it isn’t a surety

brothers cannot be fatal victims of each others curses, for you must still have loved ones in order to curse them

(a terrible trick)

there is no story as to where this curse came from, who or what has done this because neither xichen nor wangji can find it anywhere in the library--but perhaps that’s because it is a secret of the main bloodline 

and xichen is certain of its truth. its potency

he knows his mother had suffered because of his father’s curse

qingheng-jun had locked himself away so that it wouldn’t be so, so it wouldn’t take his children, his wife

it didn’t work

their uncle knows the nature of this curse, has raised them apart from family, the clan

they have titles, formidable reputations as a barrier to familiarity

xichen cultivates detachment, a smile as a shield, propriety as a table to sit across, decorum and elegance a fence 

(it hurts too much to be cruel, though he knows this is crueler. how selfish he is being)

wangji cultivates a chilly glare, a coldness. it comes across as haughty. he does nothing to mitigate this

no one reaches out to him, and so there is not danger, if he indeed harbors this curse. it is what he wants

(so he says. xichen knows how lonely he is)

xichen is polite and filial but distant. his smile is a veil. there are no cracks in him for anything to seep in or out

the perfect son. the perfect brother. the perfect nephew. he never demands time or attention. he studies hard. he speaks only when spoken to

it works

until he meets mingjue

the boy is bright and sharp and dazzling and xichen feels his heart throb

(do not, do not, do not. he is kind but he is not yours, he cannot be)

xichen will be polite and careful

minjue is curious and friendly, inviting him for company again and again

(it is so tempting. he should not. he cannot)

again and again, xichen politely refuses. he knows the blight that he is.

(until...until...)

xichen begs him to forget it--a night lying under the stars, a swim in the back woods

he begs mingjue to leave him alone because he can feel his heart warming and blooming like an aching flower

(no no no no no)

‘i can't love you,’ he begs, ‘not as a friend or brother or companion or lover, it’s forbidden, i can’t i can’t’

mingjue sees his fear, his tears

holds him

kisses his hair

xichen cries harder for his curse will accept that love and care and reflect it back horribly distorted

mingjue assures him he doesn’t believe in such curses when the confession is gasped into his chest

(he does not love him, he does not love him, he does not love him)

mingjue’s mothers both die the next week. a night hunting accident

xichen cannot leave bed when he hears the news

two more mothers gone, killed by his treacherous heart

he still remembers his own with such aching fondness (he’s allowed, now, she is beyond the reach of his stain. he cannot hurt her anymore. he can love the dead)

(if only he had stayed away, if only he hadn’t snuck into the jingshi, just to see her, just to see...if only she hadn’t invited him in so warmly, loved him so fiercely. she knew, she knew why would she....)

voice rough with grief, mingjue insists that it is not his fault

mingjue has no idea 

xichen will not see him again. will not let him kiss him again

mingjue accepts and stays by his side after he returns to the cloud recesses for education after the funeral

xichen is weak. he can’t send him away. he warms him too much

(it can’t be love)

xichen visits his father for advice

his father is distant and polite--another adult. not a parent. a man in a room he has never visited.

xichen does not love him and he has never been so relieved

they speak, calmly, about being a first son

they do nothing to endear themselves to one another. it is safe and smooth and cool as a porcelain wall. frictionless. perfect nothingness

‘it will only hurt them,’ his father says, evenly. distantly. ‘it is your duty and your burden. i am sorry it has come to you. i wish you had been a daughter.’

‘that is very kind,’ xichen answers, patient and mild, because it is

his father’s mouth tugs the smallest smile

(how lonely he must be here. how cold.)

that frightful ember lights in the depths of xichen’s heart at the thought

horrified, he rises and leaves without a bow

fleeing

(you cannot run from what’s inside you)

he is in control

(he does not love him, he does not love him, he does not love him)

a month later has his father fading away, a withering illness

xichen has been so incredibly selfish

when he dies, uncle is so dispassionate and distant that xichen could hug him--he holds himself apart. let’s xichen save him

because xichen does not love him. uncle makes it easy for him

(he cannot think about this for too long, he cannot do this again)

(but suffering doesn’t just mean dying. uncle has lost his brother. did his father love his brother, xichen has to wonder? did his love hurt him first?)

(did his father love him?)

mingjue holds him as he shakes, and feels and misses the father that he never could have because he’s allowed, now

his father is beyond pain

mingjue strokes his hair and kisses his temple

and xichen wishes he was strong enough to send him away, wishes he could hate him for being so easy to love because he’s trying, he’s trying so hard

2 months later mingjue’s father dies

what must happen happens

mingjue must leave immediately to assume the mantle of clan leader 

xichen is so relieved that he cries and cries and wangji sits with him and xichen loves and loves and loves him because he is allowed to, because his care won’t hurt him

(this is the one relief of the curse, that he is allowed a little brother)

wangji doesn’t say anything, but lets him hold his hand as he sobs himself sick

‘thank you, wangji. thank you, thank you’

and they both know what he means

but neither have ever been able to bring themselves to say such dangerous words aloud, even to the other