#❝ Old friend - don't you see me. With my soul on my sleeve & my heart left to beat. ❞ . ( DARCKCARNIVAL )

[knightfeared]

“Thirsty?” He’s amused, amused & looking between everyone like an overly content cat. “Whomst?”

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ DASH COMMENTARY. ❜┊ #MUSE: [ LEON S. KENNEDY. ] #❝ If I don't like what I see & my grip starts loosening ; the edge of the big reveal could be the end of the story. ❞ . ( HEAVENMCDE ) #❝ Old friend - don't you see me. With my soul on my sleeve & my heart left to beat. ❞ . ( DARCKCARNIVAL ) #HE WOKE UP TO SEE THIS SORRY

[adversityfought-a]

Topher.

@darckcarnival​  @muse-menagerie​  @pizza-king-dwight​

#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ CRACK. #❝ Old friend - don't you see me. With my soul on my sleeve & my heart left to beat. ❞ . ( DARCKCARNIVAL ) #❝ Turning the nightlights on in the daytime to scare. If this is the moment now to ask do we dare? ❞ . ( MUSE MENAGERIE ) #❝ Now we have right to be the masters of the tangles of disaster. ❞ . ( PIZZA KING DWIGHT ) #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ HELIAN PLAYS. / OOC GAMING RAMBLES.

[sstarlessstay]

seeing each other after a break up: bang chan

this post has been requested as a continuation to the short concept i wrote, you can find it here, so you will understand the plot. also thank you @iwaplant and others anonyms in askbox for the request. i hope you will love it.

author's note: take napkins and forgive me for such a slow hurt comfort.

before becoming his partner you were his friend. one of those who stayed aside, watching him loosing other friends when they debuted, watching him getting angry and upset and working even harder. that is why even after your break up, it was not the end for you. you didn't even feel that is was a break up. you felt that there were too many things unsaid and you waited him to clear everything up.

coming back to the dorms where you two and others used to spend time turned out to be harder, as it was too quiet. chan greeted you with the smile on his face, though there were no hugs, kisses and headpats.

you simply worked on the tunes that bangchan wanted to show you. among the unususal and rather hurting things, the positive one remained, chan still asked your opinion and advice with tunes and music. however, everything else beside became painfuly awkward.

"chris, can we talk?"you finally asked breaking an awkaward silence.

"yeah, sure." chan answered cheerfully.

"i mean, can we talk about us?" you asked again and he silently nodded, hiding his eyes down, looking at the floor.

"chris, just look me in the eyes and say that you don't love me anymore." you decided to ask him directly. you raised you eyes to look at him.

"i can't do that." he shook his head, avoiding your eye contact.

"okay, then... did you meet someone else and fell in love with them?" you asked again, hiding your hands in your sleeves.

"no-no, baby." he looked at you and froze for a moment, realizing he called you baby. just like in old times. bangchan felt stupid.

"okay, I am just trying to understand, why we broke up? don't tell me that it is company policy, I won't believe it, you've told me the rules." you asked looking at him. betraying feeling of giving up to tears clenched yourt throat as if waiting for you to burts in tears. "did I do something wrong?"

"you were beautiful. everything I ever wanted." bangchan said softly. he was still hiding his eyes. aching feelin inside his chest started to spread to all body.

" then, please, ... tell me why did you break up with me? Because not knowing what did I do wrong breaks my heart." your tears started to break through as your voice cracked when you asked. Bangchan immediately noticed it and leaned close to you, as if wanting to hide you in his embrace, however he didn't even touch you, stopping at the last moment. you felt like crying louder when he stopped.

"love..." his voice was soft, as if trying to comfort you. bangchan finally touched you by cupping your face in his warm hands. he tilted his head to look into your eyes. "my feelings are the same, I don't think I will ever stop loving you and I miss you even more now, but every time I keep thinking what you get back." he said softly. his voice trembled. "you know what I mean - stalking, threads and hate. all of this when I can't protect you properly. i can't even show my love properly. I am just trying to let you go. because, baby, you deserve so much more."

"but what if I don't want more?" you asked him, looking him straight in the eyes. Bangchan closed his eyes as he couldn't bare to look you in the eyes. "Why are you trying to decide it instead of me?"

"baby..."

"i've spent all week thinking I am not enough, chris. i've spent all week thinking that you don't want me because stray kids don't need scandals. and that was one of those things I found really valid. because I would never stand between you and your dream, you and boys." you said and somehow it ached painfully in his soul. bangchan didn't understand why first. he opened his eyes.

"i don't care about scandals, but your safety is important to me." he said softly.

"i can protect myself." you nodded, whispering to him. "do you think that when I first kissed you back I didn't know such scenarios can happen? I knew and still chose you. I don't care about hate and death threads as long as I know you love me." you said and his warm hands started to wipe your tears. he smiled but his smile was rather sad. chan closed his eyes and you saw two barely seen streams of tears rolling down his face. you hugged him around his waist and started to caress his back.

bangchan rested his forehead on yours and you could feel his warm breath on your skin. his eyes remained closed and you wondered what is happening in his thoughts.

"i've been around for a long time and I saw you losing people around, i saw you giving up and now you are trying to sent me away too. it's not fair to yourself for you to keep thinking that you are obliged to give something away. if you love me, let me chose you, chris." you whispered, continuing caressing his back.

your words hit exactly where they were supposed to. bangchan recalled each and every time he felt like nothing of what he did mattered, like friends were leaving for their happy times, every time when his dream came true in somebody elses' life and how you were around all the time. your honestly about your fears made his heart melt, he also realized that you were right about him trying to push you away as sometimes even the purest intentions can cause the greatest losses. he stood silently trying to tame his tears. someone really wanted him in their life.

"thank you for saving me. thank you for loving me for who I am, not for who I have become." he whispered and kissed your forehead. at that moment bangchan felt like surrending to you. he felt guilty for deciding instead of you and he really wanted to make you feel safe, instead you both were hurt. "please, keep chosing me and forgive me."

you raised you head and looked at him. bangchan was looking at you with the look full of love and acceptance, just as it was before. once he told you that you have his heart, looking at you like that and you answered that he has yours.

"still got your heart?" you asked, chuckling softly and looking at his eyes and lips.

"it remains yours, under your protection and it likes it there." he chuckled. his eyes were showing how tired he was. "so do i."

you smiled and leaned closer to him. bangchan hugged you closer and stated showering you with soft kisses. the screen of his computer turned off and you stood there almost in complete darkness. only the decorating lights that you bought for the studio were glowing, slightly lighting you two in the middle of the small studio, kissing each other slowly and not letting go.

#bang chan #bangchan x you #bangchan x reader #bangchan scenarios #bangchan fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #stray kids imagine

[foolish-sparrow]

Butterfly Effect

A/N: A little something because I have severely ruined my sleep schedule

Warnings: Memory loss (?), Alcohol, Swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

She tells you with the softest voice that it was fate that brought you together, that the red strings had your hearts connected no matter the distance. An old flame somehow finds herself in the very town you're staying in, but she's there to catch you from the fall.

The first time her name was mentioned, you had scrunched your nose in confusion.

Kazuha?

“Yeah,” Sakura shrugs, too engrossed with her Switch to take notice of your slowly building turmoil. “She’s the reason why we took cooking classes, because she really wanted to make you chocolates for Valentines.”

Your frown deepens, and you don’t quite understand why there is a deep ache holding strong in your chest.

Make me chocolates? Why?

The echoes of memories long since lost filter past your eyes for the briefest of moments, happiness and contentment blanketing your soul just as the tender feeling of ghostly fingers intertwine with your own.

But you blink once and it’s gone.

“Do you know where she hangs out?” You find yourself asking, forcing away the incessant need to smirk when Sakura drops her Switch onto the table in annoyance; the bright red flashing letters letting you know her game wasn’t going well.

She turns to you, the boredom clouding her eyes heading south as it coils around her words, “she is literally friends with your roommate, why don’t you go ask them?”

Her tone strikes a nerve slightly, but you just manage to keep it from showing on your face, “well I would have asked them if I knew that.”

She doesn’t bat an eye at your sarcasm, simply tilting her head in her palm. “Well, maybe if you were a good roommate you’d know that they hang out at the Throne Library, so perhaps go and check there.”

“Thank you,” you huff out, and you can at least inject some gratitude into your words.

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Apprehension takes siege on your body during the entire drive to the Throne Library, and no matter how hard you dig and search you can’t find the reason why.

And once you do get there, well, then comes the problem of actually finding her.

Thankfully, after getting lost after the 5th row of bookshelves, you do accidentally bump into your roommate. Their soft eyes light up when they notice it's you.

"Hey," you smile, and you don't even bother denying the tenderness caressing your lips; they just had that effect on you.

"Hi," they excitedly reply, the usual caress of their subdued tone being replaced with the genuine happiness of seeing you here.

This was why you told people that they were your baby.

Conversation falls easily between the two of you, and you watch with pure fondness when they end up on an eager rant on something that happened to them today; only stopping to apologize when the timidness they are known for kicks in.

Not that they ever needed to apologize to you, least of all for that, but you were no less quick to encourage out the stored reassurances that were reserved specifically for them.

"That being said though," you begin, unconsciously fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket when the previous trepidation once again begins filtering in, "do you know where Kazuha is?"

You're not sure what to make of the knowing smile that pulls at their lips. "She's by the poetry section, right by the windows."

A thank you is expressed, and after offering them a ride home once they've finished you venture on.

It might just be your imagination being manipulated by your nerves, but you could almost swear that the closer you get to your destination, the fewer people seem to be around.

Which would have been fine, but walking past the threshold of low murmurs, turned pages, and clicking laptops meant the prominent beat of your own heart seemed to envelop the space.

And then one corner later; time stops.

Late evening sun rays filter in through the windows; blanketing everything they touched with an orange glow of warmth and brilliance.

But that wasn't the reason as to why you felt like the oxygen had just been forced from your lungs, nor was it the reason behind the sudden case of tunnel vision.

Because as beautiful as they were, they were no match to the woman sitting comfortably under their embrace.

Her very essence seemed to dare you to look away; teasing and alluring your senses to the point of euphoria.

And then something unexpected happens, like your own body was in on a secret that your mind wasn't privy to.

"Zuha?"

The woman's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, eyes widening as she stares at you with pure unfiltered shock.

"You're... here."

You blink once, finally managing to swallow down the butterflies back into your stomach before forcing your legs to get you closer.

You don't even want to think about how and why the nickname felt right on your tongue; not when everything seems to be short-circuiting under her gaze.

And once you're standing right before her, joining her under the faithful watch of the descending sun, she smiles tenderly at you.

Something clicks in your mind, settles in your chest, and for the first time in a long time you feel like you can breathe.

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Talking to Kazuha comes easily, naturally, and you quickly come to adore how the two of you just seem to... fit.

She brings up your shared past, tells you all the shenanigans you used to get up to before having to move away.

Dates, arguments, kisses under the moonlight.

Each memory comes to you suddenly, abruptly, and you begin to question how you could forget such things in the first place. Especially when little pieces fall from your lips just like the nickname had, because it was once again like your mind had no idea what the fuck you were on about.

You just knew; instinctively, subconsciously.

Each time it happens her eyes light up, the stars hidden within sparkling against the orange hues.

You don't know how long the two of you talk for, but when you turn to the sight of your roommate looking guilty at having to interrupt, you know it's time to leave.

You turn back to Kazuha, and one look at her downturned expression has your jaw moving without your consent.

"Did you need a ride back?"

Your heart stutters when she gratefully accepts.

The three of you can't help but to share gossip on the way back to the campus dorms, laughter pulling air from your lungs when you share the story about the one time you started sprouting Shakespeare when you were caught cutting class.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have sprouted the line "Villain, I have done thy mother." But the hangover meant you gave a total of zero fucks during that moment.

The conversation has filed down into a content buzz by the time you get back, the moon having already been in the sky before you had even left the Library.

Your roommate turns to you with a tired but happy expression, wishing both you and Kazuha a tender goodnight before they sluggishly get out of the car and make their way inside.

She turns to look at you from her position in the passenger seat, and your eyes unconsciously flicker down when her lip gets trapped under a fang for a moment.

"You know... we can continue catching up if you want? I may or may not have tequila in my room."

A single brow curves alongside a surprised smirk, "how the fuck have you managed to hide that?"

Her smile is teasing, mysterious, "I have my ways. Can't be sharing all of my secrets in one night now, can I?"

God it's only been a few hours of being reacquainted and you're already so enraptured.

"Alright," you nod, "we can see if you've gotten any better at holding your alcohol."

Laughter springs from your lips at her feigned gasp, your heart dancing with the butterflies that still haven't left.

You both make you towards her dorm room, curiosity leading you to take in the place she currently calls home. Eyes zeroing in when they catch a framed photo placed on a bookshelf.

Gentle fingers reach out to take it, and you can't stop the wonder from entering your expression when you're met with a slightly younger version of yourself smiling brightly back.

It was taken at the beach, the very day the two of you had shared your first kiss.

A fluttering in your chest brings forth a glossiness in your eyes; the mind replaying that day and all the emotions that came with it.

Putting the photo back where you found it, you turn around just as Kazuha is returning with a whole bottle of tequila and 2 shot glasses.

Actually, maybe this wasn't a good idea, but there was no way you were backing out of it now.

The two of you smile in challenge before downing the first shot, and despite the insistent burn scorching your throat you feel completely fine.

"You know," she begins after a moment, fiddling with her glass, "that situation with Jung-eun? I can talk to Saerom if you want."

You had completely forgot about that.

You had mentioned that your friend needed help during your conversation at the library, but it had completely slipped your mind to ask.

"You would actually be a lifesaver."

Kazuha smiles, but there's a slight hint of wickedness to it, "I only ask for one thing in return."

You tilt your head, intrigued, "and what is that?"

"A date," comes back instantaneously, and your own smile widens at the offered trade.

"A date huh?" You mumble, downing another shot in an attempt to hide the excitement that the idea brings to you. "Alright, deal."

Her eyes soften at your answer, her fingers reaching out until they begin grazing your own. Slightly roughened pads glide over each knuckle, every crease, until they ultimately interlock with your own.

For a brief moment that ghostly feeling returns, the one that had enveloped you when talking to Sakura, and even with the alcohol in your system you understand why.

Taking hold of her fingers, you raise her hand towards your lips, placing a single kiss upon her skin before letting your lips lie there for a moment longer.

And when you flicker your gaze back up to meet her own, you're left stricken by just how in love she looks as watches you.

"I missed you, so much."

Her voice falters, breaks, and there is only a single thought in your mind as you spring forward, meeting her halfway for a kiss that felt like it was years in the making.

Her hands are desperate as the reach out for you, like she's terrified that if she doesn't hold on tight enough she will lose you again.

You try to reassure her in any way you can, attempt to let her know through touch that she had found you again, that you were here with her.

Memories might be fleeting for you, but as you once again admire the sparkle in her eyes, you vow to engrave every second of her into your brain.

#le sserafim imagines #le sserafim scenarios #kazuha imagines #kazuha scenarios #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines

[xxmyhomexx]

KING OF WRATH SPIN OFF IDEA: Daughter of Wrath

I've read King Of Wrath by Ana Huang, and this is a fan idea of a spinoff if Vivian and Dante had a daughter. It is a long one!

Tatum Russo is the only child of the exclusive couple, and while she grew up in wealth and luxury, she was surrounded by true familial love and joy. She has her own band, Halen Moon, after her favorite band Van Halen. They are becoming popular, and they have a chance at a signature record deal.

Tatum works hard for this because the press only know her as the daughter of Vivian and Dante Russo. During a demo recording with their intended label, it turns out that the studio is being handed over to new management, and SURPRISE! Her ex-boyfriend is the new one.

The band is in shock, and Isaac Paxton is the new head figure. He worked his way to the top, and notices Tatum is the lead singer. She hadn't changed her image, but she has blue highlights in her midnight black hair, bangs, and a tattoo sleeve consisting of her favorite singers Rob Zombie, David Lee Roth, and Johnathan Davis on her left arm. On her right is a half-sleeve of her favorite movie director George Romero and horror icons Bub The Zombie and Captain Spaulding. To him, though, she was the same girl years ago.

Tatum doesn't let emotions get to her and they head into the studio to practice, but when Isaac listens to them perform, he can't help but stop them mid-song. He is impressed with Tatum's vocals, but feels they lack the stage performance through the way their songs are: hard, raw, and gritty.

He makes a deal with them: if they can re-write the records they want to perform, he will see about talking with the label to sign them. This pisses Tatum off, and she tells him that their old manager was impressed with the material they have.

"It's not good enough for me," Isaac frowns. "I need a real band, ones who can show me they're real, raw, and true. My executives are coming in two months, and if you can present your song then to me with true emotion, I will consider."

He tells them to head home, and Tatum stomps toward the exit, flaring with anger. She wants to confront Isaac, but knows doing so will cause her only chance to crumble. So, she begrudgingly decides to come up with options.

She meets up with her best friend, drummer Ivory and Kellan, son of Isabella and Kai Young. She feels like she's in deep because Isaac is her ex and she wrote that music from her heart. Kellan suggests that she shove a drumstick up his ass, but Ivory disagrees and compels Tatum to show him how badass she is.

So for two weeks, with the help of her bandmates, they put together a list of songs Isaac might like.

Meanwhile, Isaac has been reeling over meeting Tatum again. Every time they meet at the studio, he tries to communicate with her, but she shuts him down, reminding him that he broke her heart to pursue his dreams, and she could've understood if he'd have just said GOODBYE.

Isaac does everything he can to show Tatum that he cares, and after awhile, they reconcile their relationship. He helps her with her music, and they start to progress.

However, the record executives show up earlier than expected, seeking Halen Moon's music. When they start to perform, they are surprised at the strength of Tatum's voice. After they finish, they are interested in only signing HER, not her band.

Tatum rejects the offer, telling them that she built her band herself and if they don't sign Halen Moon wholely, then she won't accept. Isaac is shocked, and the executives figure they don't have anything to work with and leave.

Isaac confronts Tatum about her decision, to which they argue about their future. Tatum accuses Isaac about not believing in her enough, and he only saw music as a hobby, not that it was her heart and soul. And, in Ana Huang fashion, Tatum breaks up with him, believing they need to re-evaluate their relationship.

Weeks later, Tatum visits her parents, distraught how her work turned out. She asks Vivian how she reconciled with Dante, and she tells her that it took him to realize their marriage wasn't just a business deal, and making him work for it by taking it slow.

It doesn't cheer Tatum up, as music was her whole life and without that record deal, she feels like it was worth nothing. She curls up in Vivian's arms, and Vivian assures her that she'll work something out.

"And when a Russo loves something," she mentions Luca's words. "They fight for it."

After mulling it over, Tatum goes back to the studio with her bandmates, apologizing and telling them they'll show the world that they can make it on their own. And she has a new song to prove it.

Unbeknownst to them, Isaac watches them perform. He hears her strumming her guitar, and the harmony carrying through the room. He finally understands her ways, and is silent the entire time. When they exit the room, they stare at one another.

Isaac apologizes to Tatum, wishing that he could've gone back and told her goodbye, and he finally sees how much she cares about her music. He tells her that he will talk with the executives again, but Tatum refuses his offer, explaining that she doesn't need a label to tell people she is good. She asks Isaac if he really meant everything, and if he is sincere he has to work for it.

They start out slow, and when Halen Moon gets a chance to play at a downtown metal festival, they are on fire. The crowd loves them, and so does Isaac. After they finish, the band celebrates backstage, and before they know it, Isaac brings a woman to them.

She is Rochelle Mann, and she manages an independent label that signs up and coming artists. She expresses delight to have been at the show, and asks Tatum to come by her Manhattan studio to run original material.

Soon after, Tatum is signed, and she and Isaac reconcile their relationship, going on her band's very first tour.

#ana huang #king of wrath #dante russo #vivian lau

[we-dragons]

Chapter 19

"Things have been quiet Y/N, I'm not sure I like what I hear. Your uncle has heard less and less, and we don't even see you anymore. You haven't even heard the gossip Kitty has you have no idea! Oh my god! There is so much to tell you! Where to begin!"

Jubilee huffs monitoring her watch from her seat. I was not expecting a call from anyone much less my friends from home. According to Jubilee, David Alleyne decided to make a device to try and talk to me. He had been working in secret until the rest of my classmates found out. They must not have given him any peace since they found out.

"You know that the professor will give all of you grunt work for the next 3 months for this." I sigh heavily and rub at my temples. I hear someone grumble in the background, Jubilee smacks something that I can't see but the yelp is all too familiar.

"Is that Keller you just hit? I thought he was off-world when did he get back?" Jubilee opens her mouth only for a second before there is advanced movement on the image. When it stills, the blue-eyed black-haired menace of my class seems to be running down a hall—the device in hand.

"Hey Drek, you miss me?"

"Keller, you ether gonna get caught or hurt yourself." I sigh. "But yes, It's good to see you. And your ugly mug." He scoffs and then there is another loss of image with the picture. When it stabilizes, David comes into the image. Upset and red in the face.

"Y/N I'm sorry but we have to cut this short, someone is coming this way." With that the image fades and the Comm makes a beeping sound signaling the end of the call. I slump down in my chair and stare at the device. An old sense of longing fills my soul sinking into my heart. I bring my knees to my chest and start at the floor before me,

'I won't be here for much longer I just have to make it to my birthday. And I can be home again.'

An even heavier realization manifests in me, I would have to say goodbye. It's not like they'll let me live here. Not with my responsibilities and obligations there. Would I even be able to come back?

Nightmare, sensing my distress, curls up at my side and begins to purr. I stroke his fur and stare at the comm again. I sigh taking the Comm, placing it in my box, and shoving it back into the dark corner of my closet with the rest of the stuff I shouldn't worry about. I roll my sleeves up looking over the colorful scars. I think maybe I can pass them off as tattoos. I get ready in my room putting on my clothes for work. Nightmare follows me in and out of my room yowling at me to feed him before I go.

"Nightmare I just fed you," I say looking down at him while I open the door. "and I know for a fact you still have food in there."

I walk out and close the door behind me. When I turn to the hallway I bump into something. All I get is a snicker from above and arms around my middle.

"You really should be more careful about leaving your apartment, you never know who could be blocking your way out." I feel my face flush having been caught off guard and glare up at the green eyes that haven't even left me alone since we've met.

"Boy, I swear to all things good and holy, if you don't let me go to work to help that sweet old couple downstairs. I will end you."

Damian smirks down at me, moving sideways to let me through but not letting me go entirely. His hand seems to grip my wrist as I walk forward.

"Do you intend on leaving me today?"

"No."

"Don't you have anything at all to do?"

"Well, I plan on going to this little mom-and-pop coffee shop where this girl works. I've seen her sneak some of the lemon sugar cubes and snack on them during her shift. Funniest thing I've seen in a while." I purse my lips together and groan. "So I plan to sit on the bar stool on the far side of the counter and watch her like a hawk just in case she does it again and I can get it on Cammera to show you later."

"I would say you're a dick but that would be an insult to your brother." I may not be able to see it but I can feel his grin sear.

"Suppose I get him to join me."

"Then I'll send Nightmare to get your ankles, and groom your hair." I quickly turn around ruffling his already-styled hair and book it down the steps. My ears catch a 'hey!' in the distance behind me. I sign in and get to work. The green-eyed menace trails behind me, fixing his hair and sending me a glare. I purposely get to him last, leaning on the counter to take his order.

"How may I serve you today sir? Would you like a try at our D20 special? Or something else?"

"Tea, if you would be so kind."

"What kind of tea?"

"Black."

"What kind?" I reiterate. He glares at me, I know what he means and what he wants.

"Are you playing a game with me?" I grin at him.

"I'm not sure what you mean sir, I just want to know what order you want. I'm not familiar with our tea products. Perhaps I can recognize a name should it come up." He glares at me.

"Turkish, no sugar, glass cup."

I pull out my notepad and write up the order. I place the pot on the right template and start brewing his tea. I hand him the pot it comes with and the Turkish tea glass. I also handed him some of the tea biscuits we had.

"There you are sir, you'll be expected to pay the bill when you finish." He hums eyeing me above the rim of his cup. He says nothing. I go back to work taking in orders, helping Glen and Martha with the rest of the store, and a D&D game that was nearly too rowdy. Dick came in and nearly left without his coffee, I'm sure his brother shot him a glare that didn't help him remember. When my shift was over, and the shop was locked up, I hardly had enough time to punch in my card before I was pulled out the door.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Out."

"You could have told me you planned something on my break! I would have changed." He pulls me forward, till his arm pulls me close to him, resting on my shoulder. He pulls some shades out and a face mask pulling them up so his face is disguised.

"It doesn't matter to me, I just want to take a walk with you. No interruptions, just you and me." I raise my brow at him but shrug it off.

"You're being weird today, weirder than normal."

He shrugs this time, taking his time leading me to a destination on a rooftop not far from the coffee shop. I snort at the sight before me. A heated blanket, some snacks, and a projector screen sit on the graveled space of the roof.

"It's funny, I don't usually take you for a sap. But this is icing on the cake." I walk forward and look over the setup. "I'm confused at how you managed to keep this popcorn fresh." I look at him through the corner of my eye. "Had some help did you?"

He doesn't say anything and shrugs sitting on the blanket and turning on the projector. "Even if I did you would never get me to admit it."

Rolling my eyes I join him on the warm blanket wrapping some of it around my shoulders. My gaze falls to the sky behind the projector. The remnants of sunlight fade and the satellites just peak through enough in the night sky. The movie starts and its another obscure film in black and white. I feel a sense of unease feel my core. It's been so quiet. Damian's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Is something wrong?"

"No! No...not really. It's just..." I fumble and stuff the feeling down. I lean onto his shoulder and hold his hand my eyes back on the screen. "I'm happy to be here with you that's all. It's thoughtful."

He plays with the ring on my finger, a huh coming out.

"You've been thinking about how nothing with the crow has happened since then right?"

"I mean that can't have been the final fight right? An old god possessed and hell-bent on blood?" He runs a hand through his hair, he's been thinking about it too.

"Let's just take this as a miracle and hope for the best. I promise you will be fine. I've made it my mission to see you back home." He takes my hand to his lips and kisses my ring finger. "I may not know or understand your whole story, what you've seen or what you've been through. But I will see you through this." He pulls me into him and wraps his arms and the blanket around me. "However there is one thing you should be worrying about."

I raise a brow at him and fold my arms across my chest.

"And what would that be?"

He smiles resting his head on mine, his arms laced tighter around me. His hair tickles my face as he stares into me.

"How you plan to escape me when I find you in your dimension and make you mine entirely."

#wayne #scifi #damian #bruce #bats #fanfiction #xreader #characterxreader #jason todd #tim drake #character x reade r #mx f #fxm #batboys #batboys x reader #Damianxreader #X reader #DC #Marvel #MarvelxReader #DCxreader #batfam #mutants #Damian Wayne x reader

[renaultmograine]

A partial list of Lightbringer quotes I'm mildly obsessed with.

It was the kind of beauty that made you shit your pants.

It was one thing to die, it was another to let some giggling morons murder you.

[He] was so mortified, he decided to just die and get it over with.

"Wait, this wasn't the thresher?" "Do you feel THRESHED?"

"I was a bad child. Fortunately, I've come a long way since then. Now I'm a bad man."

"The philosopher said that a man alone is either a god, or a monster. I'm no god." / "Well then, maybe the times call for a monster."

"He will serve the purpose for which he was made, or break in pursuit of it, just like the rest of us."

"Death by cock sounds so romantic, don't you think?"

"Are you a man, or a god?" / "I'm busy."

She turned her eyes on him, and his heart flipped over and convulsed, tried to crawl off the squeaky clean floor to the stairs, its palpitations making it hop like a deranged bunny; the worst escape attempt in history.

[She] was so smart that it was a miracle she could get dressed in the morning.

"Pacifism is a virtue indistinguishable from cowardice."

The man loved language like a wife-beater loves his wife.

"You got potential, and you know potential means? Ain't done nothing yet!"

He knew what to do, but knowing what to do here was like knowing that all you had to do to climb a mountain is to walk.

[He] felt an odd purity, the serenity of saints and ascetics and the batshit insane.

"You thought castrating a man would stop his quest for vengeance?"

She mopped her face with a cloth and then slapped powder on quickly, fought with her hair for half a minute, and decided history belongs to those who show up.

"Your father picked your brother, but [God] picked you, does that tell you nothing?"

"A little madness keeps you from going crazy."

If one is going to be a fraud, one ought to do it well.

It seemed both an impossible achievement and pathetic at the same time.

"[God] walks men through fires every day, I believe that. But before you walk through fire, make certain it's one he's asked you to walk through."

"I think I owe my aunt an apology," the boy said, very much alive. He spread one of the cut gaps in his tunic, showing a coat of the finest mesh steel beneath it. "She gave me this for my birthday. I asked for a race horse. I complained."

Good old Kip, ready to bash down doors that were unlocked.

"Fortune favors the bold, but don't be bold with me again."

As always, he was dressed carefully, looked wrinkled as an old apple, and had a demeanor as pleasant as a night of diarrhea.

"But sailors and a straight told tale have but passing acquaintance."

"You're sixteen!" / "Seventeen in a few months." Ten. Ten months.

"See? I have a gift!" / "A few." / "No, just the one!" / "Pray tell." / "I'm fat!"

"Of course, I don't believe in dice."

He'd die for these ingrates. Not happily, but he would.

If only she had an orator's voice that could be heard over fifty thousand murmuring souls, but most orators couldn't pull off this dress either.

Maybe she was smarter than he thought. What a terrible thing to think about your future wife.

"Dying is a task I can do alone."

"Next time I ask if you're sure, lie."

We are the stories we tell about ourselves, but when those stories are lies, we are the most surprised of all.

This wasn't shit creek. This wasn't no paddle. This was shit ocean. This was "I can't even see land."

Woman, you are the reason some smart ugly guy invented language, simply so he could have some chance against better looking men to woo you.

"You find threats of me tearing [your penis] off arousing?" / "Not when you put it like that."

"War is hell, but hell is where my friends are."

"Shorter sleeves, next time." / "He said, if you asked for shorter sleeves, to look for another tailor, because he will be jumping off each of the seven towers until one of them finally agrees to release him from this hell you've confined him in."

Say this about executing a man, it does rather overshadow one's fear of public speaking.

[She] looked at [him] as if he was a rock trout who had just beached himself and started lecturing her on eudaimonic theology.

Of all the improbable situations [he] had found himself in during his short life: killing a king, killing a god, actually having friends, being able to jog more than a few steps without collapsing and dying of equally lethal doses of heart attack and embarrassment,

Only I would try to do surgery with a battle-axe. Only I would almost succeed.

"You fucking going to help me stow this fucking thing you beaver shite eater?" / "Man can't appreciate a sunrise for two fucking heartbeats? You and your dysentery gums fouling a liminal moment." / "It will be a subliminal moment if you don't start helping, because I'm gonna knock you the fuck out!"

"Are you mocking me, my lord?" / "Actually, I was using this tricky rhetorical device we learned in the hinterlands [...] where I was born. We call it a 'compliment.'"

He examined the ropes behind her back in no apparent hurry to save her fucking life, thank you very much.

"History will judge me for giving birth to a monster, but at least I have the decency to hate him."

"You are not a messenger, you are a hallucination!" / "A hallucination that tells you things you don't know and kicks your ass?" / "Hey, you didn't kick my ass!" / "You just don't want to admit you lost a fight to an eight year old boy!"

"You climbed all this way to confront God himself, and at his doorstep you're just gonna kill yourself? Really?"

"Remind me the next time you louse something up that you aren't half as bad as your brother." / "He's only my half brother, so there you have it."

"Dead winners and dead losers have only one thing in common. Unfortunately, it's the most important thing."

"Huh, where did you pick up that keen understanding of what a super arrogant guy will do?" / "Win, shut it." / "Yes sir, sorry sir. Dying makes me grumpy, sir."

Please, let this not be 'out of the frying pan, into another frying pan closer to the fire.'

"I want you to know something. In all my years of working with spies and murderers, and traitors and scum, I've never met a man who deserved betrayal more."

"You know, for the longest time, I used to think you were an asshole." / "Oh yeah? And now?" / "Oh I still do, I just used to, too.

#not included: 300 billion winsen moments bc those are several paragraphs long #or that one quentin moment in book 5 #lightbringer posting #the black prisim #the blinding knife #the broken eye #the blood mirror #the burning white #lightbringer saga

[roseberkovski]

Interviewing my friend:

1. What's your advice on staying confident for the next generation who sees ridiculous beauty standards on social media?

"I believe that the key to being confident for the next generation is to not focus on what others think about you. You have to follow your heart, because only your own inner being and the guidance of your own heart is the key to one's own beauty, success, and satisfaction. Only one knows for oneself, what is considered beauty for oneself, and that person alone. No one else can be the judge of another one's beauty. So, I think that one should focus on their selves and not pay attention to other's criticism, because the only criticism that should matter, in terms of changing your ways, is your own criticism. Only, listen to your own inner voice, your inner soul, and your heart, this will pull you through, and skyrocket your confidence in portraying the beauty that you deem perfect and ideal for yourself, without having to match to other's expectations."

2. How is rebelling against beauty standards a part of your life?

" Rebelling against beauty standards is a part of my life, because when I was growing up, my family members always emphasized and highlighted that I should be wearing dresses and skirts when I go out in public, so that i would appear more feminine, and show my feminine inner beauty. But i really love the idea of wearing jeans, ripped jeans style-I love to wear crop tops, and shorts. I don't aign with old school fashion, especially those around me, that are pushing me to dress more like "girls are supposed to." But I was not comfortable with dressing exclusively in long sleeves, skirts, and dresses, and I wanted to showcase more of that. I wanted to wear whatever I wanted because the outfits I chose for the day would describe what I am feeling, my emotions, my sentiments, and a little part about myself. I didn't want to hide behind the feminine lens. So ever since I was little girl, about 8 years old, I took everyone's advice with a grain of salt, and only listened to my inner soul and heart, where I chose to wear whatever I desired, and whatever I felt. This not only allowed me to be free, but allowed me to express myself in my free, natural, and very real style."

3. Who is inspiring you these days to love yourself and break free from societal boxes that you may have grown up with or still experience today? 

"To be totally honest. I am my only inspiration. Because you just have to love yourself to really value yourself, and choose yourself over societal values. No one can love yourself more than yourself. And therefore, the only way to boost confidence to the point that no societal opinion matters, ioving yourself, and putting yourself first before anyone and anything. No one can do that for you, and confidence in breaking free works in tandem with how much effort you place in choosing yourself first, and valuing yourself first. You can watch many people that are breaking-free from the boxes of society, but ultimately if you are not able not willing to put yourself first, no matter how many examples you watch, this will not allow you to break free from societal boxes. So, only you, yourself, and you only can give yourself the perfect and ideal pep-talk to achieve all that you need for success in setting yourself loose and loving yourself beyond the parameters of society."

[knightfeared]

Darck is looking in Chris's direction with a smirk. It's ther sibling smirk. "Claire and I have come to a truce for now. You have been warned, Brother Bear."

Chris is in danger.

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. He’s known Darck long enough to know that yes, she was a force to be reckoned with, a being that though she held admirable composure when it was needed, seemed drawn to chaos. Causing or just so happening to be near it when things went south or got too quiet. As such? He’s used to the odd threat, taking it as nothing more than something light, fun, meant in a not so serious way. One of these days that careless ignorance would bite him in the ass, he knows, but as of right now? He’s grown far too comfortable.

Finally, the elder operative drags his eyes over, arching a brow to further sell his unbothered response. With an amused quirk of his lips, he snorts out a laugh.

❝ If you say so. ❞ He doesn’t take it too seriously. What’s the worst they can do?

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED IC. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ INTERACTIONS. ❜┊ #DARCKCARNIVAL. / DARCK EVE. #MUSE: [ CHRIS REDFIELD. ] #❝ Old friend - don't you see me. With my soul on my sleeve & my heart left to beat. ❞ . ( DARCKCARNIVAL ) #╰┈➤ ┊❛ CRACK. ❜┊ #Pfffff

[adversityfought-a]

                                                           𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝                                                      𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞                                                           𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝                                                  𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰

#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ ANSWERED OOC. #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ MY EDITS #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ AESTHETICS. #❝ Old friend - don't you see me. With my soul on my sleeve & my heart left to beat. ❞ . ( DARCKCARNIVAL ) #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ━━ DYNAMIC . ︱ D A R C K

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1010: Long Awaited Match (Sonic)

12:43 a.m. at Spagonia's Hôtel D'amour~........

Vanilla: (Sighs Relaxingly While Standing on the Balcony, Watching the Moonlight with Her Husband By her Side) The moon and night sky looks more lovely each and everyday~

Vector: Tell me about it....Still can't believe this is our final day here. (Turns to His Newly Wedded Wife) You sure we couldn't convince the Hotel Managers to let us stay a little? I love it here!

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) I love being here too, dear~ But we all have to go back to our normal, regularly scheduled lives eventually. But at least we've gotten the souvenirs we wanted to have ourselves and the kids beforehand.

Vector: (Nodded in Agreement) True. That new nughtgown of yours look.....(Clears his Throat While Blushing and Looking Away a Bit) Really....(Caves in Turns Back to his Wife) Really great on you~

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly While Turning Side to Side Wearing a New Lavender, Long Sleeved Nightgown) You like?~ I figured i would wear something more loose and comfortable on occasional nighttimes. (Puts on a Seductive Smirk on her Face as She Uses Two of her Fingers to Slowly Walk Up Onto Vector's Chest) And it's only for the most wonderful and handsomest husband in the whole wide world to see~

Vector: (Smiles Brightly) Me?~

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly at How Adorable Vector is Being) Yes, dear~ You. (Kisses Vector on the Cheek) And I must say, you are looking absolutely stunning this evening with that robe of yours~

Vector: Thanks! (Looks Down at the Fabcy, Burgundy Night Robe He is Wearing) I saw this bad boy hanging at the Men's night section for sale earlier today that me wanna get it instantly. But uh....quick question though: do you think holding an old wood pipe would make me look more sophisticated in this attire?

Vanilla: I do. But you don't have to smoke off of it if you really don't want to.

Vector: ('Sighs in Relief') Good cause I hate smoking. Tried it once in my college years and never touched any ever since.

Vanilla: I remember my first time smoking a cigarette in my freshman year of high school.....

Vector: You were peer pressured into doing it?

Vanilla: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Unfortunately.....My friends at the time kept pestering me to smoke with them in the girls' restroom one morning and I reluctantly caved in....Needless to say, it was the most uncomfortable ten seconds of my life. Didn't help matters when we got caught red handed by the principal afterwards......

Vector: Yeesh....That couldn't been fun.

Vanilla: It wasn't. But it's fine. That was all in the past. (Smiles Lovingly at Vector as She Hugs Him Close to Her) Right now, my mind is fully set on the present and future ahead.

Vector: With me?

Vanilla: Yes. (Happily Boops on Vector's Nose) With you~

The newly wedded couple gaze upon each other's for a few more seconds before slowly moving their faces closer to one another for a romantic kiss. That is until a loud, sudden buzz manage to startled the both of them in the last second.

Therrrre Goes My.....BABYYYYYYY!~

Vector: Huh. Must be my phone going off....

Vanilla: My, is that a new ring tone of yours? It sounds lovely.

Vector: (Simply Nodded) Yep. It's one of my favorite songs actually. I even thought about singing it in our wedding once-

Vanilla: (Gasps Loudly While Her Eyes Widened Open) Whaaaaat!? You were going to sing in our own wedding!? (Pouts While Places her Hands on her Hips) And why on earth didn't you do so at the time?

Vector: (Quickly Put his Hahds up in Defense) I-It didn't cross my mind beforehand! Really! (Looks Away While Pouting a Little) Besides, my singing voice is that great......

Vanilla: Nonsense! You sound like an angel whenever you sing. (Crosses her Arms Together and Turn Away) And I am not just saying that because you are my husband and that I love you with all of my heart and soul~

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly at How Cute Vanilla is Being) I believe you completely, Vanilly~ But seriously though, I'll be sure to sing you a song or two whenever you want, promise.

Vanilla: (Turns Back to Vector With the Same Cute, Pouty Look on her Face) ('Hmph') You better or we're gonna have some problems, mister~

Vector: (Chuckles Some More) Right~ (Takes his Phone Out of his Robe's Pocket and Finally Answers the Call) 'Yello? Vector's speaking.....(Smiles Brightly) Oh hey there, baby carrot! How are you and boys been doing while we wer-....Wait. Woahwoahwoahwoahwoahwoah woah there, kiddo. Just caaaalm down and take a deep breath for me, okay?.....Yeah. There you go.....That's great. I'm proud of you already. Now calmly tell me what's going on......(Starts Nodding) Mmhmm....Uh-Huh....Wait....(Eyes Begins to Widened in Complete Shock) He WHAT!? Why the hell would he do something like that!?........(Raises an Eyebrow) Showdown?......So you're telling me he's gonna fight someone in the middle of a rain?.....(Pinches his Nose Before Sighing and Slowly Walking Around From Side to Side) God.....Okay. Where are you and your brothers at right now?......And do you three have everything you need to protect yourselves from-?......('Sighs in a Bit of Relief') Okay, good. Well, I'll be sure to fill your mother in on the news. But it's gonna take the two of us a while to get back home, so I trust you three to handle this on your own right now?......Good. Be. Careful out there, stay close together and make sure you call us back whenever you get the chance, okay?.......Alright. I'll leave the rest you three then.....I love you too, sweetie. Later. (Ends Call Before Letting Out a Heavy Sigh and Pinching his Nose in Frustration) Of all the......

Vanilla: (Already Worried Immensely) Vector, what is going on with our babies at home?

Vector: ('Sigh') Well.....Our three youngest kids are all out in the rain looking for their brother. Apparently, he scheduled himself to have a fight someone at the Route 99's bridge.

Vanilla: ('Gasps') A fight in the rain? (Places a Hand on her Chest) Our Espio?

Vector: The very same......I swear, I am going to chew his ear off once we get out of there.

Vanilla: Say no more. (Quickly Sprints Back into the Hotel Room) We are going on that plane back home right this instant. (Takes a Few of Her Clothes Out from.her Suitcase) I can't bear to stay in this room any longer knowing they're all out there right now.

Vector: (Walks Back into the Room Before Closing the Balcony Door Behind Him) Couldn't agree more. I just hope they'll be okay out there.

Vanilla: (Looks Up at Vector With Sad, Worried Look in her Eyes) I do too, Vector. I do too....

Meanwhile at Route 99's Bridge......

The battle between both combatants has been raging for a few minutes now, as the rain continues to pour its way down on the empty bridge. As his opponent, the master of all the Zetis, Zik, uses his clever tactics and water manipulation powers to keep the chameleon on his toes, Espio does whatever he can to dodge and counter any attacks that comes his way, as well as showing off the progress of his years of training and development as an up incoming shinobi.

While the fight goes on, many thoughts had occurred into Espio's head ever since he left the house. From wondering what his beloved master is up to as of late to being concerned about his current performance and if he really has what it takes to finally take Zik down or not. He's even starting to think about the kids back home. He knows that leaving them with a clone of his doesn't feel right in a moral standard, but he's certain they wouldn't suspect anything so long as the clone doesn't blown his cover till he gets back.....least he hopes.....

Unfortunately, before he could continue diving into his thoughts, two whiplashes of water suddenly hits across the chameleon's face, giving Zik the perfect opportunity to zip over towards his opponent deliver a flurry of attacks before knocking him across the other side of the bridge with a simple yet firece palm to the chest.

Espio slowly gets up from the ground as he stands on knee while placing his hand onto his shoulder and panting.

Espio: (Damnit! I got distracted.....And it seems that Master Zik's strength and agility has increased immensely since our last encounter. Should've expected as much.....)

???: I gotta say, boy......

Espio looks up to see the old Zeti master appears in front of him while standing on one of his controlled water pillar.

Zik: You've improved quite a lot since our last bout.

Espio: It has been years since we've last seen each other. (Tries Getting Back P on his Feet) Which... gives me all the more time to- (Winces a Bit in Pain Before Laying his Knee Back Down) grow.

Zik: And that's all well and good...(Smirks While Sweeping the Dust off his Shoulders) but let's not pretend that these old bones hasn't gotten enough time to develop as well.

Espio: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) I'm aware.....

Zik: Are you certain? The recent smack to the face seems to be proven otherwise-

Espio: (Glares at Zik I'm a Comical Fashion) I. AM. SURE!

Zik: Alright, alright. Settle down. I'll take your word for it. ('Sigh') I swear, I keep forgetting that you took up after that stubborn master of yours. (Starts Stroking his Beard and Looking Up at the Sky While Thinking) I wonder what's he's been up to as of late......

Espio: I'm not sure myself to be honest with you....('Sigh') But I do hope he's at least doing okay back at the temple.

Zik: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. It would be nice to see him again one of these days...(Smiles Fondly) His freshly made Herbs Tea are simply a taste to behold.

Espio: (Smiles Fondly of the Tea as Well) Yeah.....And let's not forget the batch of cookies he would usually make right beside them. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I believe they were.....maple syrup flavor?

Zik: (Starts Nodding While Pointing at Espio) Yes, yes. I believe that's the one you're referring to. Maple Syrup Cookies. ('Sigh') That man sure knows how make them taste heavenly. It almost makes feel bad for humiliating him all those years ago.

Espio: (Immediately Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) And now the brief moment of fondness is ruined. Thanks for that.

Zik: Oh. I uhh...(Chuckles Awkwardly) Guess I really don't know the right moment to keep my mouth shut, huh? But I'm already having a good enough time as it is. So.....(Suddenly Makes Four Whips Of Water Appear Behind Him Before Giving Espio a Slightly Evil Smirk on his Face) Shall we go another round?

Espio: (Flips his Kunai Up Before Catching in it and Puts on a Battle Stance) Gladly.

A bolt of lightning strikes down in the distance as the two combatants begins to rush over to one another, continuing where they left off. That is until the word 'No' starts to screech out of nowhere from a far. As the scream starts getting closer however, the culprit reveals herself as she slide between two sides of the bridge, spreading both of her hands out in protest.

?????: Stop this fighting at once!!!

Espio: (Eyes Widened at the Very Familiar Face in Front of Him as He Puts his Running at a Screehing Halt) C-Cream?

Zik: (Eyes Widened at the Sudden Change of Events as Well) What in the-

Before the elder Zeti could finish his sentence, a rainbow Cheese quickly flew pass the top of Espio's while angrily winding up his fist.

Cheese: Chao Chao......CHAO CHAO!

Zik quickly uses his cane to guard himself from the sudden attack. The pure force of the punch, however, was strong enough to push Zik a couple of inches back on his feet until he was finally able stop himself from going any further before sitting himself down of exhausted.

Zik: (Starts Panting Before Wiping the Sweat Off his Forehead) ('Whew') If I keep getting myself rusty around these young whipper-snappers, I might as well start an early retirement today.

?????: HEY!

Zik looks up to see an angry young bee glaring at him in the mid distance.

Charmy: Who do you think you are fighting our brother like that, huh!?

Cheese: (Glares at Zik as Well) Chao Chaocaho.....(Pummels his Fists Together) Chao Chao Chao.

Charmy: Yeah, you heard the Chao! You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!....(Places his Finger on his Chin While Thinking) Or is it "Mess with all of us, you get....one of us to hurt you or something?

Cheese: (Facepalms Himself While Sighing)

Espio: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Pretty sure you had it right the first time, Charmy. ('Sigh') And you kids really shouldn't be out he-

Cream: (Gives Espio her Mother's Stern Glare While Wiggling her Finger Up and Down) Nononono. Don't you dare try to scold us after the stunt you pulled earlier.

Charmy: (Glares at Espio as Well) Yeah! Using a shadow clone to watch over us while you go out here fighting this old guy in the rain? Seriously!?

Zik: (Strokes his Beard While Nodding a Bit) Not a bad tactic in concept.

Charmy: (Points at Zik) Quiet, you!!

Espio: I was on a tight schedule, I had to think of something! (Looks Away While Pouting a Little) Besides, I...... thought you wouldn't catch on up until now.....

Cream: Well, we did and we are nothing more than disappointed. (Walks Over to Espio) Now, let us get go home and get you patch up-

Espio: (Raises his Hand Up a Little) Cream, I can't go home just yet. I have to finish this fight.

Cream: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock as She Stops Walking) "Finish this fight"? Espio, have you not look at yourself? You're injured in the middle of a pouring rain! You are going to catch yourself a cold at this rate!

Espio: (Simply Nodded) I'm aware of the limitations of being here, but I've been waiting and anticipating for this moment to arrive, it would be foolish of me to back down now.

Cream: There's no shame in giving in if it keeps you from getting more hurt and sick. I mean, honestly, aren't you at least feeling a little chilly right about now?

Espio: Not......(Crosses his Arms While Looking Away and Shivering a Bit) E-Entirely...

Cream: (Gives Espio a Deadpinned Look on her Face) ........Espio Chameleon Rabbit Crocodile.

Espio: I....don't think that's my full nam-

Cream: (Immediately Raises her Hand Up While Shushing her Newly Older Brother) If you do not let us take you back home this very instant, then i will have no choice but to turn to.....(Gives Eapio a Dark Glare) Drastic Measures.....

'Thunder Rumbling'

Espio: (Eyes Widened and Gasps Before Glaring Back at Cream) You wouldn't......

Cream: Watch me.

Cream turns her head around for a brief second before turning back to Espio with the saddest puppy dog eyes she could muster.

Cream: Espioooooooo!~

Espio: Oh no. Not again.

Cream: Please come back home with us~ You'll make us very sad and worried if you refuse~

Espio: T-This isn't fair, Cream! I-

?????: Yeah, Espio!

Espio looks up to see Charmy flew down to the ground with the sad puppy dog Eyes as Well.

Charmy: You don't wanna make us sad, do you?~

Espio: ('Sighs Heavily') Of course, I don't want to make any if you sad. But I still have a promise to ful-

?????: Chao Chao.

The chameleon then turns to see Cheese floating right behind his shoulder with the puppy dog eyes of his own.

Cheese: Chao Chaochao Chao. Chaochao Chchao Chao Chao.....('Sniff') Chao Chao Chaochao Chao Chao Chaooooo!~ (Burst Out Crying)

Charmy: You see what you did, you jerk!? You're killing our Cheese insiiiiide!~ (Burst Out Crying as Well)

Cream: I don't want my big brother Espio to be siiiiick!~ (Burst Out Crying)

Espio: (Pinches his Nose in Annoyance) Kids, I understandhow you feel from all of this, but would you PLEASE just settle down for five seconds at least!?

???: I must say....

Espio turns to Zik staring at him and the crying kids.

Zik: Making three children cry in the middle of the rain? (Slowly Shakes his Head) Your lack of dignity is a surprising sight to behold really. (Strokes his Beard Once More) I wonder what Hoshi would say if he sees you right now......

Espio: (Groans in Annoyance Before Slaming his Fist on the Puddled Floor) Alright, ENOUGH! (Points at Zik) You! Be quiet! (Turns Back to the Trio Aound Him) Everyone Else, CALM DOWN! I get it, okay? It was foolish of me to come over here in the rain just to fight someone without wearing a coat. Granted, I was wearing a cloak beforehand, but.....(Turns to See His Cloak Laying Down on a Puddle of Water in a Very Far Distance Before Quickly Turning Back to the Gang) I lost it on the way here. But nevertheless, my reckless and thoughtless actions had made you all worried....(Bows his Head Down) and I apologize deeply for that.

Cream: (Finally Starting to Calm Herself Down Along With the Others) ('Sniff') You really mean that?

Espio: ('Sigh') Yes, I do. I was too caught up preparing myself for the showdown that I didn't even consider thinking about your feelings on the matter. (Looks Back Up at the Kids in Front of Him) I'll explain reasons once we head back home, but for now, all I ask in return is your forgiv- (Winces a Bit in Pain Once He Gets Hugged by Cream)

Cream: (Quickly Pulls Away Espio in Worry) Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!

Espio: (Shakes his Habd a Bit at Cream) No no. It's fine, really. You just took me by surprise is all. So....I take that means you-

Cream: Forgive you? (Happily Hugs Espio Softly) I do~

Cheese: (Happily Hugs Espio as Well) Chao Chao Chao.

Charmy: (Crosses his Arms in Uncertainty) Hmmmmmmmmm I don't know......(Raises an Eyebrow at the Chameleon) Will you be making us ramen when we get back.

Espio: (Sighs While Nodding) Of course. It's the least I can do to make up for my troubles.

Charmy: (Starts Nodding) Good, good. Will you....also teach us how to do a Shadow Clone Jutsu like you can?

Espio: It'll take some time to fully master it, but...(Shrugs) sure.

Charmy: (Smiles Brightly) Nice!- (Eyes Widened) I-I mean- (Clears his Throat Before Turning Back to his "Uncertainty" Face) Cool. Cool. So will you buy me a brand new video-

Espio/Cream/Cheese: (Already Has Deadpinned Looks on Each of Their Faces) Charmy!

Charmy: Kidding, kidding. Apology accepted. (Flew Over and Joins in on the Group Hug) Just....don't scare us like again, okay?

Espio: You have my- ahh....Ahhhhh....AHHHHCHO!

Charmy: (Quickly Pulls Away From the Group Hug) Hey! Watch where you spread that thing!

Espio: ('Sigh') Apologies.....

Cream: (Immediately Gets Worried) Oh no. Are you getting sick already!?

Espio: Don't worry, Cream. I'm sure that was only one- ('Achoo') ('Achoo') ('Accchoooo') (Sighs While Using his Arm Wipe Under his Nose) Sneeze.......

Cream: Alright, that tears it. (Helps Espio Get Back Up on his Feet) We are getting you back home and taken care of right this instant.

Cheese: (Holds An Umbrella Up Above Espio and Cream's Heads) Chao.

Charmy: (Starts Looking Around for Someone) Hey, does anyone else knows where that old guy went?

Espio: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Zik!? (Starts Looking Around Only to Realize That There Was No One Else in Sight) He's gone.......

Cream: We can worry about this Zik person later. We need to get going before the rain starts pouring some more.

Espio: (Nodded in Agreement) Right. (Looks Back Once More) Despite our past, I am still thankful for the fight.

Espio gives one final nod before turning back and walking away with the kids right beside him. Meanwhile at the far distance of the bridge however......

Zik: (Standing on Top of the Bridge's High Top Platform While Staring Down at the Gang Below Him) As do I, my boy. You're still as stubborn as your pinheaded master, but it's nice to see that you're improving and doing well for yourself since our first encounter. (Raises an Eyebrow With a Small, Cheeky Smirk on his Face) It's gonna take you more than a hundred more years before you could ever hope to defeat me. (Shrugs) But I'm always welcome to go a few more rounds whenever you are truly up for it. Until then, I will bid you a farewell for now, Espio Chameleon. (Engulfs Himself into a Water Cyclone Before Disappearing Completely)

To Be Continued

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#sonic series #espio the chameleon #cream the rabbit #charmy bee #cheese the chao #vector the crocodile #vanilla the rabbit #master zik #espio's master (mentioned) #the showdown #takes place a few days after vector and vanilla's wedding #sweet family moment #humor #cute romance #honeymoon #vanilla x vector #chaotix family

[futurewriter2000]

La dure necessite maitresse des hommes et des dieux

Imagine that life is bright and colourful, and so there is joy and excitment. People surround you with laughter and loyalty- they distract your mind from the heartbreak that person caused and there is a new person, who makes your stomach twist and turn. Goals, ambitions, dreams - they are all there, staring at you, beaming even and welcoming you with open arms.

Imagine...

...imagine that life turns to grey, to darker colours of blue and dead orange, and there is pain and loneliness. People stab you in the back and theri hurtful words and actions echo throughout your day. Those same people that distracted you, are the same people you now need a distraction from because friends can give you a heartbreak too. The person from the past is back and you gave them a second chance, you opened to the posibilities of a 'maybe'. You opened a door, you dared not to open again but what was that saying about wearing your heart on your sleeve. You thought it would be worth it but they stabbed your heart and ripped open your chest. The scar, once healed, now opened again. The new person is a disappointment... he drinks and lies to you and they are good... but you feel like they hate you now. Goals stare at you, waiting... anticipating, when you will stand up and walk away from your corner but you stay in the shadow and you hide away from the stare. Ambitions try to pull you up but ambitions got you only little and dreams... well, they are so bright but so far away.

Because just like that, the whole world flips and you come to think whether you had chosen the wrong path to the future. Maybe if you stuck to people pleasing and let them walk all over you, you'd still have friends-ish... and maybe you'd be stupid enough to believe that they were really your friends and not people who took advantage of you, talked behind your back and used you like a mop to wipe the floor. And maybe if you chose to be the same person you were a year ago, your family would support you and see that you are doing fine.

Maybe... just maybe if you were stupid enough, naive and still your immature old self- life wouldn't be so hard now. Maybe you wouldn't be melancholic and you wouldn't have to switch friends or put boundaries. Maybe life would still stay bright and colourful if I did nothing to change a thing.

But I chose to change... and now it's hard to live in an enviroment my past self made and new me cannot live in. It's horrible and wrong- it's suffocating and I scream inside because my heart still feels the knives and my mind still echoes the words of the world.

Be like this, do this, you have to have this...

Stupidly enough... the less I want, the more I get... and people are bothered by that. Yet nobody asks me in my face, they make assumptions behind my back and I am no different. Am I? I don't say it to their face anymore... I just walk away because confronting problems is exhausting in a draining enviroment.

I do think of maitresse des hommes et des dieux. I thought about it for a long time and when you put it in words as such, it doesn't even sound terrifying. It sounds like peace and harmony. There is nothing and nobody poking you to feed them your energy but oh, maitresse des hommes et des dieux is like the light at the end of an exhausting and lonely tunnel, tempting for my restless soul. To take me and hold me, to take it away and float like a senseless cloud in the sky. S'il vous plait...

#life #writing #going through it #pain #melacholy #death #mental health #writings #love

[wonijinjin]

Hellooo! Can I be matched with someone from Seventeen please!

So my mbti is INTP so that means I probably took a while to gather courage to send this ask (haha). I don't really have a specific fashion style, but they usually consist of long sleeved button-ups and maybe some dress pants (formal) Casually I don't really care about what I wear. I've been told I'm a mix of minimalist and light academia aesthetics? Not sure how that works but yeah.

Some of my favorite Seventeen songs are _World, Don't Listen in Secret, Light a Flame, Crazy In Love, and Heaven's Cloud. I dunno how to explain it but they really make my soul leave my body (in a positive way)

I love animals really. I'm pretty sure I've befriended most of the strays that loiter around my house, but I really love dogs the most. My Mom's family once had more than 20 dogs, it was wild (even thought I was like,,, 8 yrs old then). Part of the reason why I got into Seventeen (or Kpop in general) was their dancing. Ever since I was young, I occasionally watched performances and they honestly got me interested in music too. Now I know a bit of violin and drums, dancing is a hobby of mine, and I'm a proud carat tbh.

Is this too much im sorry if it is 😔 idk how this works

hi lovely anon! thank you for requesting!:) i hope you will like your match partner, who is none other than…

Dino!

he is the kind of person who can bring the best side out of people, and can be quite social, so you being on the introverted side matches perfectly with him, you two would complete each other in many ways!

although he is a big joker and would make you laugh all day, every day, it has been proved many times that he is a very wise and mature person too, who would support you in whatever you do! if you are not sure in yourself he would be giving you lecture about how you are the most perfect person while showering you in kisses.

if you are into dancing he would love to teach you different dances, you liking what he is passionate about making his heart melt. i can see him dragging you to the practice room where you two would have so much fun! he would love that you play instruments, and would be mesmerised every time you show him something that you have learnt, even trying to learn to play them in secret to surprise you.

as of talking about style he can definitely pull off the style you wear, he would buy you two couple outfits and would love to take pictures and show you off to his friends.

dino can get along with animals so well, so he would be so excited to go on dates to the zoo or the aquarium with you if can’t have a pet together, but if you do have a dog he would adore it so much! you would often see them laying together in the house.

overall, you would be in such harmony with him.

#wonijinjin #anon <3 #matches #seventeen #answered

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Kickstart My Heart Pt.1 (Racer! Yeosang)

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, 80s AU.

Summary: During an era known for its vibrant colors, eccentric fashion styles and rise of new yet unconventional genres of music, the young generation of that time was infamously known for their need to rebel and live their lives rather scandalously and Y/N is no exception. So when a new and attractive man moves into her town, she has her eyes set on making him her next boy toy.

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Dumb attempts at crackhead humor, reader is a cold hearted bitch, guy gets dumped in public, reader's friend is lowkey creepy.

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Throwing on the last article of clothing that had been discarded the night before, the young woman shook out her hair, still damp from the quick shower she just took. Picking up her bag, she looked over at the figure still sleeping soundly, the subtle hint of a smile on his face. With a pitied pout on her lips, she walked over to the edge where his face was. Taking out the lipstick tube from her bag, she applied it all over her lips, painting them in the dark burgundy color that she fancied so much and had practically become her signature hue. Bending over, she pressed her lips against the corners of his mouth, giving him the faintest whisper of a kiss before pulling away. A satisfied smirk was plastered on her pretty features as she stared at the lipstick mark on his face, the only memoir she'd leave him with as she had done with countless others.

Closing the front door behind her, she pulled her denim jacket tighter on her body, shivering slightly from the early dawn's breeze that blew across. It was always like that even though summer had just begun, the early morning hours still feeling obnoxiously cool and then transpiring into slightly uncomfortably warm afternoons that had more than one soul in that quaint town grumbling and fussing about the weather. But oh did the evenings feel absolutely refreshing, and that's when everything would start bustling to life.

Having finally made it out of that small residential area and finding one of the main roads that helped her locate where to go, she started heading south towards the all too familiar diner where she had been working in ever since her school days, first starting part time and eventually transpiring to full time when it came time for her to spread her wings and fly out on her own, a feat she had been most anxious to do to get away from the overly controlling nature of her parents. She knew they cared about her, but she herself cared very little about the morals and principles they had raised her with, a common trait all the young people in that town shared: their rebellious and headstrong nature to not conform and go against everything they had been taught thus far. Live their own lives as freely as they chose to do.

And she definitely lived as she wanted to, even if it ended up with a rather bad reputation and ugly labels that rather than infuriate her, she openly embraced, as others had come to as well.

The light twinkle of the bells above the glass door let the person at the register know someone came in and they immediately plastered on their business smile, which quickly faded when they saw who it was.

"You're late Y/N." The minuscule raven haired waitress informed her, eyes never leaving her coworker's figure that came behind the counter and started punching in her number.

"Only by like 7 minutes." She waved her slip at the nonchalant looking girl before placing it back in its respective slot.

"One day it wouldn't surprise me if you just didn't show up because you got too caught up in.... something else."

Chuckling softly, Y/N walked up behind her coworker, hands coming up to ruffle the cheekbone level bob cut hair framing her unusually small face.

"Awww come on Lynn, you know I'd never leave you hanging here to attend customers by yourself. You're my bestie." Y/N assured her, playfully poking her lips out as she tried to place a kiss on her friend, the poor girl craning her neck away as she tended to dislike physical affection.

"I will squirt ketchup on you." Lynn threatened as she picked up the cherry red bottle as a last resort to get her attacker to back away. A rather noisy struggle ensued between both girls, catching the attention of the owner and cook behind the two doors, prompting her to come out and see what was the cause of such ruckus.

"Well I'll be darned. I don't remember paying you youngsters to simply slack off and behave like the hooligans you are." The middle aged woman spoke up, her thick accent becoming more prominent. Although she had a stern look and hands placed at her hips, the girls knew she was not in reality angry at them.

Looking over at the recently arrived girl, the owner closed her eyes and sighed deeply when she took in the attire she was wearing: low cut white tank, ripped denim shorts that left little to the imagination if she bent down, fishnet tights with a few holes in them, and her beloved denim jacket that was almost always on Y/N's body.

"I swear to god, Y/N , everytime I see you wear them rags you call clothes, I feel like my body is about to collapse. Why must you insist on dressing like a common street worker?"

Y/N wasn't at all offended by her words, having grown used to and becoming fond of her boss's abrupt, direct and honest manner of speaking.

"Gotta start looking the part if I'm going to dedicate my life to the occupation." She giggled at her own joke, resulting in the older woman taking the rag off her apron and smacking her with it.

"This little runt, talking nonsense like that- get your ass back in there and change into your uniform. Can't have you prancing around here in those skimpy clothes and have all these men that come here say disrespectful things about you. Nuh uh, not to my girls." She shook her head.

"Yes Miss Audrey." Complying with the woman's wishes, she pushed open the swing doors leading to the back and quickly made her way to the corner where all the employee's cubicles were located. Grabbing the necessary items, she turned and went inside the bathroom to change into her uniform, consisting of a knee length crimson red dress, which she had actually altered so it would be shorter and display her thighs more, the cap sleeves slightly puffed up and the torso part had a trail of white buttons going all the way up to the modest v-neckline, usually most buttons were left undone so her cleavage would shamelessly peak out. Exchanging her black Doc Martens in favor of her white Nike sneakers, Y/N tied her apron around her waist, making sure it was as tight as possible so it would accentuate her curves and give her body a more flattering appearance. As she made her way out, she quickly piled her hair up before securing it with one of the many elastics she kept around her wrists, leaving out a few tendrils to fall on her temples.

Coming back out to start her daily work, she stood in front of Lynn, who merely spared her an unamused glance.

"How do I look?" Y/N asked.

"Like a total slut." Her friend answered in her usually rude way.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed a spray bottle and a rag. Making her way over to the table that had just finished being used, she quickly picked up the plates and glass, bringing them back over to where Lynn was, who took them so she could wash them in the sink. Spraying the top of the marble piece, she had began her task of wiping down the table when the ringing of the bell signaled new customers had arrived, and rowdy ones at that too.

"Damn! Is today's special fluffy sponge cake? Cause I would sure love a piece of that ass."

Y/N recognized that annoying voice even from miles away, belonging to none other than one of her old classmates, Jung Wooyoung, whom she considered a friend, if he didn't manage to irk her too much. Turning around, she of course wasn't surprised to see him surrounded by his crew of equally idiotic and adrenaline junkie friends, whom she had to admit were pleasant and fun to hang out with.

"Sit your asses down already, I'll be over in a minute to take your order." She told them before resuming her previous task, earning a scoff from the most dramatic of the group.

"Fine customer service! Don't think you'll be getting a tip from me." His words made her nearly burst into a fit of giggles.

"Wooyoung please, you never ever tip whenever you come. None of you, except Yunho." It kinda saddened her that said male unfortunately wasn't there with them at the moment.

"He doesn't tip you, he tips short stack over there." His friend with cat like eyes pointed towards Lynn, who upon overhearing him held up a rather explicit finger in his direction.

"I'll poison your food San." She threatened with a sing song tone.

"Like I wouldn't know that you already spit on it." San spat back, sticking his tongue out in his immature and infantile fashion.

"Can you guys hurry up and order already? I'm starving and we gotta head to the tracks as early as possible." The fiery red haired male known as Song Mingi blurted out, fingers tapping impatiently against the top of the table.

"If little miss g-string would care to hop her luscious ass over here, maybe we could."

Strutting over to where they sat, Y/N harshly threw the dirty rag on Wooyoung's face, causing a faint grunt to come out of his mouth.

"No matter how many times you mention my ass, I'm still not letting you tap it." She firmly stated, making Wooyoung slightly purse his lips outwards in a disappointed grimace.

"So anygays-" Mingi began.

"Umm I think you mean anyways." San corrected him.

Leaning in towards him, Mingi locked eyes on the shorter male and stared him down with an intimidating glare.

"Did I stutter Choi?"

San immediately shook his head rapidly. With a victory smile, Mingi reclined back in his seat.

"I'm just going to get the breakfast platter with some orange juice."

Y/N couldn't stifle her snort when he said his choice of drink, the other two men looking away in embarrassment.

"You've been drinking orange juice since you were in grade school Mingles, don't you think you outta start taking something more grown up? Like coffee?" San suggested and Mingi did not appreciate it.

"Coming from the one who still brings a plushie to sleep with him, your suggestion holds no value or power." He retorted.

"OK SHIBER IS NOT A PLUSHIE, HE'S FAMILY YOU JACKASS!" San sprinted up from his seat, nearly leaning across to grab Mingi by the color, but he was held back by Wooyoung.

Lynn, who had thus far stayed quiet, promptly came up with a spray bottle and consequently doused the untamed boy on his face.

"Bad kitty, bad kitty." She reprimanded him, unable to resist the opportunity to attack her long time frenemy.

"Lynn!" Y/N looked at her with surprise.

"You're welcome." Lynn replied rather monotone before going back to her place behind the counter like she didn't just spray San with disinfecting water.

"There's too many germs going around anyways..." She muttered under her breath.

Without any further interruptions, aside from the rumbling coming out of the boys' stomachs, they finished ordering what they wanted and Y/N sent it over so they could be prepared. Not wanting to be near their loud asses, Y/N went back over to where Lynn was, peeking over to see what she was currently reading in the magazine she held.

"What you reading?" She casually inquired.

"Horoscope section." Y/N wasn't surprised, her friend tended to be into more mystical, eccentric and rather.....extreme with her taste in fashion and music. If Y/N was the one who turned heads for her scandalous attire, Lynn was the one people turned away from in fear when they saw how she dressed. It was a sight that truly made both of them laugh at people's foolishness, well at least made Y/N laugh. Her friend rarely had any other expression plastered on that wasn't utter disdain for society and life.

Unexpectedly, another customer came in. Both girls looked at each other in confusion when neither of them recognized him. Their town was rather small with few people living there, so they deduced that he must be a traveler who probably got lost on his route. He himself looked around nervously, eyes barely lifting up. Y/N couldn't help herself as she took in his perfect face. Big, round eyes with crystal clear orbs, small face with a V-line jaw, perfectly sculpted nose with no sign of defects, skin smooth and blemish free, he looked like a prince out of a fairytale. He was incredibly pretty, yet stood there so awkwardly that it was almost comical.

"Hey Yeosang! You made it! Sit down! I ordered for you in advanced!" Wooyoung surprised both girls when it seemed he knew the stranger and even waved him over to where they sat. The other two boys also seem familiarized with him and welcomed him to sit with them, chatting up a storm already with him.

"Who's that?" Lynn was the one to finally ask out loud.

"Beats me.....but he sure is adorable."

Noticing the way her lips curled upwards, Lynn could already see the wheels inside Y/N's head turning.

"And I bet you're going to go over there and find out- aaand there you go." She ended up answering her own deduction as she watched Y/N happily walked over with a more bright expression on her face, that soon soured when her boss came out of the kitchen and beat her over to the table, laying down several plates of food.

"I knew as soon as I saw the orders that it had to be the lot of you." She scoffed softly as she looked at the boys' grinning faces.

"You know us Miss Audrey, we wouldn't ever think of eating anywhere else but here. You're the best cook in all of town." Wooyoung praised her with a sparkling charm that could have fooled anyone else but not the robust woman in front of him.

"Boy stop trying to tickle my ears, I've known you since you were in your soiled diapers being carried around by your mama, running around and creating chaos anywhere you went. Flattery may work on them poor girls you play with but me? I can see right through ruffians like you."

Turning her head to finally notice the new addition to the group, she looked him up and down.

"Boy who might you be?" She questioned him, earning the ears of the girls nearby to listen in for any valuable information.

"I'm..... Yeosang Kang, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, tilting his head slightly down when he said that.

"He just moved into town this week! He's the new guy who is going to work with us down at the car shop and help on the race track!" San enthusiastically shouted, making the older woman cringe.

"I may be old, but I still haven't gone deaf for you to yell in such a way boy. So...." She crossed her arms and looked at Yeosang again.

"You a racer too?"

Now the girls, particularly Y/N, were more interested in what his response would be.

"I- yes. So it seems." The poor boy looked so flustered, obviously being more of a soft spoken individual, contrasting starkly to the other 3 boys.

Miss Audrey let out a seemingly displeased hum at his answer.

"As if we needed anymore hooligans running wild. We already got enough with the 3 Stooges over here."

The girls couldn't help but snicker at their boss's words, always having a blast whenever she put the boys back in their place. They however looked displeased, glaring at them intensely.

"Shouldn't you both be off somewhere cleaning dishes or making sandwiches?"

Snatching one of the knifes, Lynn held it up and was about to jump over, but Y/N came up in front of her.

"Lynn, no. Just calm down ok? You know they're just being idiots." Y/N reminded her.

Grumbling something in a foreign language no one knew for sure if it was real or not, Lynn put the knife back, squinting her eyes at them before turning around to not look at them again. Y/N giggled softly, finding it absolutely cute whenever her friend lost her cool and collected form cause it reminded her of a chihuahua, barking and yelping at anything larger than itself trying to establish dominance.

Noticing that in her display of aggression, Lynn had inadvertently knocked over a few of the brochures that were on display for people to take, Y/N stooped down and proceeded to pick them up in a casual manner. Standing up, she neatly arranged them properly, making sure they all faced the same direction and the sides weren't poking out anywhere. Feeling as though someone had been watching her all along, she looked at the table of boys, half expecting Wooyoung's smug grin to greet her, but she was completely wrong as it was none other than the new guy who seemed unable to keep his eyes off her figure, staring intently at the length of her skirt. When he realized she noticed, his eyes went wide, cheeks burning up with utter embarrassment. Y/N however seemed unbothered by this. Wanting to test something, she pretended to accidentally drop one of the pamphlets. Bending over, she made sure he could get a perfect glimpse of her cleavage, if he payed enough attention, he'd be able to see that she was in fact, not wearing any bra. Coming back up, Y/N looked over to see the results, smirking when the agape mouth of Yeosang confirmed to her that he had indeed noticed everything.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna be too easy..." She had already made up in her mind that Yeosang would be her next target, and she had to put her plan in action. Placing the brochures down, she was about to go over and start flirting with him, until a familiar voice called for her.

"Y/N! There you are!"

She internally groaned when she heard him, wondering why on earth did he not get the hint of ditching him like that, especially when he very well knew about the reputation she had. She tried ignoring him, but of course, he had had to be the persistent type, no doubt thinking he was going to have a different ending than the rest before him.

"I thought you'd be here. You could have told me you were going to be gone early. I would have made you breakfast."

Knowing she had to say something, Y/N grabbed her pad and gave him the fakest smile she was capable of donning.

"Hi, what can we get started for you today? Waffles? Eggs and bacon? Coffee to start off with?"

The trio of friends, having no choice but to witness the interaction due to it happening right in front of them, snickered amongst themselves.

"Oh shit. He's in for it." San whispered lowly.

The boy obviously looked extremely confused, his smile lightly falling off, but then returning to its hopeful state.

"Why are you acting like this candy bear? Pretending like you don't know me?" When he tried to reach a hand to pull her close, the girl simply pushed him away with one of her fingers.

"Look, clearly you're too stupid to understand so let me spell it out in a language you can understand." Letting out a tired sigh, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a sour look displaying on her pretty face.

"We had a nice time together, and last night was... average to put it nicely."

"Oh man. That was a total burn." Mingi couldn't help but snort, some of the orange juice being spit back into his glass.

"But that was all it was and all it's ever going to be. So why don't you do yourself a favor and just go back home to your Star Trek figurines and watch the latest episode of Thunder Cats?"

The not so discreet snickering coming from the table behind them only made the humiliation for the man multiply significantly. Turning red with utter despair and rage, he quickly brushed past Y/N rather brusquely.

"Fucking bitch." She heard him mutter under his breath, a phrase she had grown accustomed to hearing among many others.

"Oh god. Homegirl struck again." Wooyoung laughed, swirling his milkshake in his hand.

"Ayo why you gotta do Thunder Cats like that? It's actually pretty entertaining." San commented.

Looking over at the time, the guys quickly stood up, dropping their share of bills onto the table.

"You guys get paid today too right? Come meet up with us at the track." Wooyoung suggested.

"Why on earth would we want to go see your greasy, oil smelling ass after dealing for nearly an hour with you already?" Lynn questioned him, eyes never peering up from her magazine.

"Because Yunho would be there?"

Still she didn't respond, the only movement made was her finger turning the page.

"Bro we been knew she don't give two shits about him." Mingi reminded them.

"Because we're going to the drive in theater after work, they're playing a horror movie."

Lifting her gaze, Lynn closed the magazine, although still stone faced, her eyes seemed to brighten up.

"My interest has been greatly piqued." Her lips showed the faintest whisper of a smile that gave a rather eerie and chilling feel down the people's spines.

"Maybe we should rethink inviting Satan's offspring." San leaned in towards Mingi, shivering significantly.

"Great! So we'll catch you gals later."

The boys quickly dispersed themselves, save Yeosang who still sat quietly, keeping mostly to himself. His fingers fidgeted with the half drunk cup he was holding, gaze fixed on the table in front of him. Looking up, he was attempting to work up the courage to talk to Y/N, but before he could even get the chance to gather strength, the owner came out from the back, whispering a few orders to her and gesturing for her to go tend to a situation in the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, he got up to go join the rest of the gang outside who were waiting for him. Slumping his hands in the pockets of his pants, he moved out of the booth with a solemn gaze.

"Hey."

His steps came to a screeching halt when he heard Y/N call out to him. Looking over, she smiled sweetly in his direction.

"Hope I see you later." With a flirtatious wink, she bid him goodbye as she disappeared into the back.

Yeosang stood there stunned momentarily, replaying her words over and over again in his mind, pondering endlessly at their meaning.

"Little pussy cat sure got you brain dead, didn't she?"

Startled by the unexpected voice next to him, he jumped when the face of the kind yet stern old lady studied him carefully. With a disapproving shake of her head, she decided it'd be best to warn him before he started getting ideas in his head.

"Listen, you seem like a sweet and sensible young man, so it's best for you to listen to me and stay away from that darn girl. Don't let them sugar coated lips of hers sweet talk themselves into your heart. You'll just end up heart broken like all the lovers she's had."

Picking up some of the plates, she gave him one last look, pointing an accusatory finger at him to get her point across.

"She's dangerous." Finally saying what she needed to say, Miss Audrey headed back with plates in her arms, slapping away Lynn's hands when they attempted to pry them off her, barking instructions at her to watch the counter and leave her be.

"Dangerous....." Yeosang thought to himself, the warning the good intended woman gave him sinking deep in his mind. Although he took her words to heart, something about the way she glanced at him pulled at the strings in his chest, taking his breath away when he remembered the risque position she was in that purposely allowed him to view more than he should have. That memory tinted his cheeks pink, lips unable to suppress a small smile. He knew that he should heed the old woman's advice.

But he had to admit that he loved danger and the thrill it came with.........

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[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

Nope Nope Nope

Do this quiz they said

It will be fun they said.

They lied. 🙄 This is what I got. WTF...

Lucky you, you got Jax! Don't be fooled by those baby blues and the shaggy blonde 'do. He's easy to swoon over but Jax can be twisted and ruthless in many ways. That just comes with being at the head of the table. He will do whatever it takes to keep you safe but he will most likely be the reason you're in danger. He's loyal almost to a fault, honest, protective, smart as hell and passionate in everything he does. Nothing matters more to him than his family. Just don't expect "family" to end with you and a couple kids. You'll be sharing him with his entire MC as well as his fierce mamma Gemma. (You should really try to get along with her.. Like, seriously.) The role you'll play with Jax: You will be partners in the truest sense of the word. He will trust you and run all his thoughts and ideas past you. You will not be kept in the dark nor will your opinions be brushed aside. You're just as smart as him and you are his equal.

ETA:

Do-over after my second coffee got me Tig. Ufff, that's better. Although, I don't see how those answers could point in that direction...

Alexander 'Tig" Trager

You got Tigger! (As Gemma calls him) Tig is definitely an interesting guy. He might be a little crass and a lot kinky but he's a riot! And surprisingly sweet. Once you get past the perversions (But hey, that's probably your thing too if you got Tig!) you'll find a very gentle and caring man. He has a heart of gold that he has no problem wearing on his sleeve. You've just got to pay attention and you'll see it. It's safe to assume there will never be a dull moment when you're with Tig. Wether it's strange and kinky sex or a wild biker party - the fun will never stop! And how about those piercing blue eyes that see deep into your effing soul?! Yeah... Those. The role you'll play with Tig: Tigy is gonna be your best friend. You'll be drinking buddies and get into all sorts of trouble together but he will always know how to get you out. I'm betting you're just as wild and interesting as him so, you'll just be apart of each others crazy stories.

#I'm worried for my brain #how is this possible #this is not what I signed up for #Send help #sons of anarchy

[dasywritingblog]

ENEMIES TO LOVER

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Words: 1.734

(Y/N) P.O.V.

I raise my head to observe the huge building in front of me: the Stark Tower, Avengers headquarter, my new home. Call it whatever you like, but this is not gonna change what is going on right now. I'm still shocked since when Nick Fury in the flash walked in my lab and offered me to work with the Avengers.

I take courage and enter the building where I'm greeted by the headmaster of S.H.I.E.L.D. himself.

FURY: Miss. (y/l/n) it's good to see you. Please follow me,I'll take you to meet the team.

I nod my head in agreement still incredulous of what is happening to me. I follow the man in the elevator that takes us in an enormous living room which alone is three times the size of my flat in Brooklyn.

I look around the room until I notice the whole team sitting at a table at the side of the room near the windows. Everyone is looking at me with a smile on their face, well everyone except the infamous Black Widow that is glaring at me as if she wants to kill me.

FURY: Avengers, this is (y/n) (y/l/n) the recruit I talked to you about. She is a scientist so shell work with Banner in the lab most of the time, but I want her to be trained just in case.

A tall blond guy with enormous man boobs (thanks Hayley Atwell) and piercing blue eyes comes towards me holding out his hand which I shake promptly.

STEVE: Welcome to the team (y/n).

(Y/N): Thank you Captain it's an honor to be here.

A brunette girl comes to me and starts dragging me out of the room making me trip over my own feet.

WANDA: Come on (y/n/n) I give you a tour of the tower. Oh plus I'm Wanda.

(Y/N): Well it's nice to meet you Wanda, although it would have been more pleasant if you hadn't tried to tear off my arm.

Both of us burst out laughing. Maybe I'll fit in here better than I thought.

TIME SKIP (cause I can)

After the tour with Wanda she was recalled by Vision, aka her boyfriend, to prepare dinner, so I kept wandering around the building looking for my bedroom. When I finally find my room I stop in front of it when I hear voices coming from the door next to mine. I know I shouldn't do this, but curiosity is too strong, so I go to the ajar door and begin to listen.

NATASHA: I don't like her Clint, there is something in her that doesn't convince me.

CLINT: Nat you saw her one time and you haven't even talked to her.

NATASHA: She'll provoke so many problems...

CLINT: How do you know that?

NATASHA: She doesn't know how to fight! She is so weak. I'm telling you Clint if we don't do something now she is gonna get us all killed.

I instinctively walk away from the door. I'm hurt by Natashas words, but i don't understand why. I lock myself in my room and start studying to take my mind off the harsh words of the spy until Tonys AI warns me that dinner is ready.

I walk down to the dining room and finde everyone already seated. There are only two vacancies, one near Wanda. I try to sit next to her but I fall with my ass to the ground. Ignoring the fact that everyone is staring at me and the blush on my cheek I stand up and see Natasha standing with a smirk on her face and the chair in her hands.

NATASHA: This is my place newbeen, go find another spot.

I mumble some apology and go sit near Bruce who places a hand on my shoulder in a reassuring manner.

BRUCE: Don't worry, shell warm up to you.

I smile at his words even if deep inside I know it will never happen.

TIME SKIP

It's been a month since the day I arrived at the tower, and I have to say that I settle down pretty well. Time passing I got closer with everyone, me and Wanda are inseparable now and for what concern Natasha she still hates me.

Yep, she spends every day making smart-ass comments about me, insulting me and during training she offers to spar with me just to remember me how weak I am and beat me till I cant stand. At first I thought it was normal, I was new and she didn't know me, I believed she just wanted to defend her family. But day passing by I realized that she wasn't defending anyone, she just hate me and have fun seeing me suffer.

After another day spent being insulted and beaten by Natasha I realized that I was tired of all this shit. As soon as I'm done with the training I run to my room without caring about Wanda running after me and close the door. All the bad things said by the widow come to my mind "you're weak" "do you really think you're worth working here with us?" "you're no one". Without realizing it I start crying and sob, I'm tired of being pushed down, I wanna go back to my old life with my old friends that respect me not beat me. I take a decision,I'm going away. I take the suitcase and start throwing my things into it while thinking of an escape plan.

By dinner time all my things were packed and I had come out with a good plan, I'll escape tonight while everyone is sleeping leaving behind a note to explain myself.

In order to not arouse suspicion I decide to go to dinner where I'm greeted by an angry and worried Wanda.

WANDA: Look who decided to show up! I was worried, you practically runned out of the gym in tears. What happened (y/n/n)?

(Y/N): The usual Wanda. I'm tired of her treating me like shit. Plus the fact that I have a major crush on her doesn't help.

WANDA: Wait, you have a crush on the girl that wants you death?!

(Y/N): For God sake Wanda don't shout!

WANDA: Sorry.

(Y/N): I've always had a crush on her and at first I believed that she could love me back, but I was a fool for believing that.

WANDA: I'm so sorry (y/n/n).

She hugged me for a while making me feel safe and loved and then we walk to the table and start eating with the other.

The only noise that fills the room right now is the chewing of food, that's so awkward usually during the meal everyone chat and laugh, but today everyone is quiet and busy sharing worried looks.

(Y/N): Is everything ok?

NATASHA: Sure thing love.

I spit the water into the plate.

(Y/N): Sorry, what?

NATASHA: Are you ok (y/n/n/)?- she stand up and walk to me cupping my face with one of her hands- you seem a little bit pale princess.

I feel my face heat up at the nickname and I start to shutter.

(Y/N): No, youre perfect, I I mean I'm perfectly fine.

NATASHA: Did you all hear her? What did you say about me?

She squished my face more.

(Y/N): No-nothing...

NATASHA: That's better you whore. Don't you dare to hope that I can fall in love with a dumb bitch like you!

I start to tear up, those words hurt me, but she is right, how could I believe that a Goddess like her could love a nobody like me.

NATASHA: Cry baby.

WANDA: Natasha enough! You did your job, you broke her, now let her be!

As soon as Natasha left my face I ran in my bedroom and started crying, hoping that the night will come soon.

TIME SKIP

It's 1a.m. and Im walking down the hall of the tower with my suitcase trying not to make a sound and hoping that Jarvis doesn't notify anyone that I'm escaping. I almost made it to the door when I heard the last person I wanted to hear call my name.

NATASHA: Where are you going?

I take a deep breath and turn around to face her for the last time.

(Y/N): Away. But why do you care Natasha, isn't that what you always wanted?

NATASHA: Wow, easy there (y/n). I never wanted you to leave.

(Y/N): Really Natasha? Then why you insulted me and beaten me every fucking day? Admit it you hate me and you enjoy yourself seeing me suffer!

NATASHA: (y/n) I'm

(Y/N): Dont (y/n) me! You broke me Natasha and right now I want you to let me go so the both of us can be happy.

Natasha looked at me shocked so I took this chance to walk away drying my tears with the sleeve of my hoody. I was almost out of the door when Natasha pulled me by my arm and crushed her lips on mine. I froze.

NATASHA: Now is my time to talk. I didn't mean to hurt you (y/n), never. Is just that the day you walked in this tower I fell in love with you cause you were different from everyone else, and when I realized how I felt about you I got scared and I tried to push you away cause I didn't want to hurt you. But I end up hurting you more.

I'm standing in front of Natasha speechless. Part of me wants to believe me and let her love me, but the other part tells me to walk away without looking back.

(Y/N): How do I know you won't hurt me again?

NATASHA: You don't know. You have to trust me and if you do I promise I'll treat you like you deserve and love you with all my body and soul.

I look at her teary eyes, my heart melts and a smile grows on my lips.

(Y/N): You have a chance Romanoff. But if you hurt me you're dead, got it?

NATASHA: Yes ma'am.

Love you all and be safe

Dasy🥰

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