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rottenroyalebooks · 8 months

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It's a bad idea, right?

Series: The Mortal Instruments

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Possibly OOC Jace, slight description of Reader (mainly that Jace is taller than her), use of Y/N. All characters are aged 18+.

Summary:

Y/N has a Warlock ex that seems to have her under his spell, metaphorically speaking, and every time he calls, she answers.

Jace has had enough of watching her go back to him repeatedly. Because they're friends, definitely not because he's in love with her or anything.

A/N: Guys, I have finally caved into my desires and am diving deep into the world of The Mortal Instruments. I watched most of the show a few years ago and saw the movie a few days ago, which led me to buy a box set of the 6 Mortal Instruments books. I am just about halfway through The City of Bones, so I still have a lot of learning to do. Forgive me if I need to correct something.

Also, I love all the show characters, but Movie Jace feels closer to Book Jace than Show Jace, so I am committed to Movie Jace for visual representation and Movie Jace only.

Does that make sense to you? Yes? Cool.

"You were where last night?" Izzy asked her a bit too loudly as she and Y/N walked into the weapons room where Alec and Jace were working on cleaning their weapons used from the previous mission.

Y/N shushed her as the two boys looked over, "Seriously, whatever happened to private girl talk?"

Izzy rolled her eyes, speaking lower than before so the guys wouldn't hear, "What ever happened to cutting him out of your life? Finding a new guy to get in your bed to get over him, that's why we went to Pandemonium last night, remember?"

Y/N huffed in response. Of course, she knew that's why Izzy and Clary dragged her to Pandemonium. It was a plan that she had yet to be very keen on. Izzy had gone to powder her nose, and Clary went to dance when Demetrius Black approached her on the dance floor, convincing her to leave with him.

It never took much convincing. He never went to Pandemonium, so she thought it was safe, but alas, she woke up in his bed again with her favorite tea made just the way she liked it on the nightstand next to her. He was nowhere to be seen.

Izzy rolled her eyes at the lack of response, "I need to put a tracker on you, like an outdoor cat." She turned on her heels and walked away.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair before leaving the weapons room. She needed to punch something, so she soon found her way to the training room, where a punching bag sat calmly in the middle.

Then she beat the shit out of it.

"Stupid Demetrius and his stupidly charming attitude."

One Two.

"Stupid me for falling for it, again."

One Two Three.

"And stupid Mundane girl who couldn't keep her grimy hands to herself!"

With enough force of one last punch, the bag flew backward, hitting the wall as she let out a long groan of anger.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jace's voice appeared behind her making her jump out of her skin.

"Jesus Christ,"

"Not exactly." He smirked, but she ignored his comment.

"Do you feel the need to scare everyone or just me? Am I that special?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips as she began walking over to the punching bag so she could put it back in its usual location.

"Stop dodging my question. Do you want to talk about why you punched the bag across the room?"

She signed, letting the bag stand back up, "Will you try not to make fun of me for at least ten minutes if I tell you."

He chuckled, leaning against a pillar with his signature smug look, "I'll try my very best."

She couldn't look him in the eye, but she told him everything. From Izzy's plan to it failing when she left her alone for not even five minutes to waking up in her ex's bed again.

His expression was stoic throughout the entire time she was speaking; all of Jace's smugness and ego quickly flushed away as envy flooded his veins.

She didn't notice his change in expression because she refused to look at him.

"I know it's stupid, but it's like he put a spell on me."

"You have a permanent ruin to block any Warlock from using that magic on you."

She groaned, "I meant metaphorically." She plopped down on the bench and ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, I don't even know what you see in the Warlock-"

"Alec is with Mangus, and you never have anything to say about that, but when I date a Downworlder who has helped us just as much as Mangus has, you suddenly have an issue?"

He didn't have a chance to think before he spoke, blurting out, "I can't stand to see you hurting yourself with someone who doesn't deserve you."

Her head snaps to finally make eye contact; she lets her emotions talk without knowing what to think, "You don't get to decide who deserves me, Jace. You're not my father, and you're not my brother. Don't act like it."

He stepped closer to where she was sitting, "He cheated on you. Remember that? You cried to Clary and Izzy for days about it, then you cried yourself to sleep after all that," He saw the shocked look on her face, "We share a wall, remember? The same wall both of our beds are up against. I heard it all and witnessed you tear yourself apart from all the insecurities he gave you. So yes, I may not be in a position to say it, but I can say for certain that he doesn't deserve you."

The tension between the two shadow hunters was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Neither of them said anything else, just stared at each other until she stood up and brushed past him.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Jace only watched as she left the room, wanting to walk after her but feeling paralyzed where he stood. He cursed under his breath and looked down at his feet.

It was his turn to send the punching bag flying across the room.

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That night, the group went on a mission to track down a Vampire, killing humans left and right. Clary had poked around through the different nests in the city with Alec and Izzy, but none of them seemed to be acquainted with the rouge Vampire.

Jace and Y/N were tasked with searching Pandemonium for the Vampire or any information retaining it.

Things between them were still tense, and the others could see it, but Jace had been the one to wordlessly follow her to Pandemonium. The music was loud and beating through her head, making the memories from the night prior resurface, but she shook it off as she looked around for any suspicious Downworld behavior.

She and Jace had split up in the crowd, which meant she was alone when she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. She pulled it out seeing a text from Demetrius:

Demetrius: I can tell you're working from how you dress tonight, but meet me at the bar. I might have the information you are searching for. ;)

Tensing up, she looks over at the bar seeing Demetrius leaning against it in all his glory, smirking knowingly at her. She pushed her hurt deep down and walked over to him.

"Well, you look lovely tonight, darling." He said, reaching out to touch her hair when she stopped about two feet away, but she smacked his hand away quickly.

"No time for pleasantries, Demetrius. Do you know anything about a Rouge Vampire, or are you wasting my time?"

"Playing hard to get tonight? Let me buy you a drink." He said as he waved to the bartender to get his attention.

She scoffed, shaking her head, "I knew this was a waste of time--" She stopped speaking when she backed into someone's chest; she didn't even need to look up to know it was Jace. She didn't realize he found them.

Jace didn't move at the contact; he only stared at Demetrius, who noticed he was standing there because she had stopped speaking.

"Oh look," he commented, bored, "It's the guard dog. Don't you have anything better to do than following her around like a lost puppy?"

"We're working, Demetrius." She spoke as Jace opened his mouth, cutting him off before a fight could break out, "Since you don't actually have any information for me, I am going to leave."

She brushed past Jace, leaving the two boys at the bar and disappearing into the crowd.

Jace followed her with his eyes until he knew she was out of earshot. Looking back at Demetrius with a glare that could kill a thousand men, he said, "If you come near her again, I will not hesitate to track you down and kill you myself."

Demetrius smirked, taking a sip from his drink, "And break The Clave's precious rules? From what she told me, you are one of those who respect the Covenant more than anything."

Jace took two steps forward, standing toe to toe with the Warlock, a look of pure hatred in his eyes, "I would break a thousand rules if it made her happy. I would break a thousand rules to make sure she is safe. Don't test me, Warlock."

Demetrius took another sip of his drink, "I always knew, from the moment I had the displeasure of meeting you, that you were in love with her. I watched as you protected her like a lovesick puppy even though she was head over heels in love with me. Now that she is single, why haven't you swept her off her feet to prevent her from falling into my bed?"

He leaned close to his ear, saying just above a whisper, "Maybe it's because you know she will never love you back."

Jace shoved him away, stalking off to get back to work. Only to watch as she left the storage room and in his direction; as she passed him, she said, "Threat has been neutralized, let's get out of here."

She was annoyed. Mostly at herself for thinking he wouldn't come back to her favorite club to antagonize her, but also at the fact that she had to take on a Vampire by herself because Jace decided to have a little chat with her ex.

At the same time, she was proud of herself for finally avoiding Demetrius' charm like the plague. Progress is Progress.

As she exited Pandemonium, she pulled out her phone and started texting Clary to let them know the Vampire was found and taken care of, but Jace pulled her phone out of her hands.

"I'll take that." He said as he went to her contacts lists.

Her jaw dropped, "Jace! Give that back!" She snapped, watching him smirk at her phone as he tapped the screen a few times before giving it back to her.

"First step, blocking your ex's number."

She rolled her eyes and brushed passed him. Raising her hand, a cab drove up to her almost immediately.

"How do you always get cabs so quickly?" He muttered loud enough for her to hear as he stood behind her protectively.

"It's a gift," she said flatly, getting into the cab and scooting over so Jace could get in, even though she wanted him to get his own taxi.

"You cant just avoid me forever." He said into her ear once she got comfortable after telling the driver where to drop them off.

She crossed her arms, staring straight ahead, "Watch me."

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"Jace, let you fight the Vampire by yourself?" Izzy asked her in the kitchen of the Institute, snacking on popcorn with Clary on the opposite side of her as the three girls usually did after a hunt.

"He didn't let me; he was at the bar talking with Demetrius. I thought he followed me into the crowd when I left the bar, but he wasn't behind me when I found the Vampire and pointed it out to him." She ran a hand through her hair and looked down, "I didn't want to lose him, so I followed the Vampire into the storage room, scared off the mundane that was with him, and killed the bloodsucker."

Clary laughed, "And you did it by yourself."

Y/N shrugged, "It was easy because he was a new Vampire who didn't have anyone to guide him."

"What did Jace say when you told him you took care of it?" Izzy tossed another piece of Popcorn into Clary's mouth, and she caught it successfully.

"He didn't react, just followed me out and got rid of Demetrius' contact on my phone."

Clary nearly choked on her popcorn before swallowing it, "He did what?"

Sighing, she nodded, "Yeah, talk about quitting cold turkey."

Izzy giggled, elbowing Clary lightly. "Maybe Jace will finally start courting her."

Y/N raised an eyebrow; Jace was into someone? That was new information, "Courting who? We don't come into contact with many shadow hunters unless he has a secret Mundane lover."

Blinking, Izzy looked from Clary to Y/N and back to Clary, "Is she serious?"

"I think she is."

"Okay, what are you two going on about?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, blinking at the two of them.

"How do we put this nicely-" Clary began speaking, but Izzy cut her off, "Jace has been in love with you since we were thirteen."

Taken aback, all Y/N could do was laugh, "What? No! You guys are crazy. The only person Jace loves is himself." She rolled her eyes, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn.

Clary spoke up, "When I first learned I was a Shadow Hunter and Jace brought me to the institute, I thought he was cute, but then I saw the way he looked at you, and I thought you two were a thing for a whole month until I saw you making out with a mundane near Pandemonium."

"I remember that!" Izzy giggled, turning to Y/N, "Clary freaked out and came running to me saying that you cheated on Jace and that we needed to tell him. It was so funny trying to explain to her that the two of you weren't a thing."

"My point is," Clary interjected, looking at Y/N, "Jace Wayland has been pining over you for so long. He's extra protective of you. When you came home crying a few months ago because the dirtbag cheated on you, Alec had to stop him from hunting him down and killing him without a second thought."

Y/N sank in her chair, blinking, "I had no idea."

"You're just a little oblivious; it's okay," Izzy said, patting her head.

She shook her head, "It's late. I'm going to bed."

She exited the chair and said goodnight to the two girls before leaving the kitchen.

She was going to bed, but then her feet decided to take her to where she knew Jace would be at this time of night.

The garden.

She opened the door quietly, searching for the blond among the flowers and plants, when she spotted him sitting on a bench. He was reading a book that she couldn't read the title of because of how old it was. She walked over to him and placed her hands in her sweater pockets, "You know how to read?"

He looked up at her from his book, "Sneaking up on people is supposed to be my thing."

"You'll have to learn how to share. May I sit?"

He nodded, closing the book with a bookmark between the pages, and moved to one side of the bench to make room for her to sit, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I will be. Thank you for being there for me back at Pandemonium and in the training room earlier today. I needed to hear the truth. Even though my stance on the fact you need to work on your comforting skills stays intact." She teased him lightly, making him chuckle.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with the Vampire alone while I was defending your honor; it won't ever happen again."

"It better not." She chuckled, leaning back and relaxing on the bench, stifling a yawn, "Because I might just have to kill you myself, then."

"As if you would dare lay a mark on my greatest asset." He gestured to his face making Y/N roll her eyes and slapped his hand away.

"That ego of yours is going to be the death of me one day. Do I have to worry about you falling in love with your own reflection and drowning because of it like Narcissus?"

Letting out a laugh, Jace shook his head, looking up at the time on his watch, the very one she had gotten him for his last birthday, "It's getting late. You need rest."

"So do you," she fired back, standing up and glaring at him, "We need you at the top of your game, come on."

He chuckled, standing up and holding the book against his hip as they left the garden together and walked through the Institute.

"Do you need some tea to help you relax?" She asked, tilting her head up at him.

He smiled down at her, "No, I can manage."

They approached their rooms silently, he walked her to her door, and she nodded, "Goodnight, Jace."

He watched as she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her, but he didn't move to his room next door, even though he should have.

No, he thought about how he realized Demetrius' words were true. He loved her and didn't know what to do with this information.

He raised his hand to knock on her door again, wanting to get the rejection over with, but just before his fist could make contact with the wood, the door opened, followed by her voice saying, "Jace, wait." before getting cut off by realizing he was standing there still.

The two stood there wordlessly, staring at each other. No one knew who made the first move that night, but soon Y/N felt his hands cupping her face as their lips touched.

It felt right, kissing Jace; he was gentle yet passionate, as if he were making up for the lost time, which he was. As it turned out, so was she.

When they broke apart for air, nothing could stop their mutual smiles from appearing on their faces as Jace rested his forehead on hers.

"Sleep in my room tonight? We can talk about this in the morning."

He nodded, picking her up over his left shoulder, causing a light squeal to leave her lips as he walked into the room, closing the door with his foot.

#writers of tumblr #fanfiction #rottenwrites #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #jace wayland #jace wayland x reader #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #clary fairchild #shadow hunters fic #x reader #i don't know if i like this but I'm posting it anyway

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tenjiiku · 9 months

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21 : only

The chime of the shop rings with prominence. You already know who it is without lifting your gaze from your newspaper.

“Darling, love of my life, fire of my heart,” The man sings — an annoying, sickly sweet tone — his volume increasing as he glides his way to the front reception desk, “The machine is broken again.”

You cough, adjusting your newspaper. He is so abnormally tall his hair is all you can see from your periphery. Why he presents himself in such a way you never want to know.

“Then go to another laundromat,” you murmur quickly. You have grown accustomed to dismissing his outlandish behaviour. It is a second instinct at this point.

“Nah. I wouldn’t receive such service anywhere else — you are special, you know? One of a kind.”

You choke a little at his hoax of his compliment, “You make me sick.”

A large hand puts your newspaper down. You allow it, only because you wanted this interaction to end. Even seated on a swivel chair, elevated to its highest position, you have to crane your head a little to meet him in the eye. You see yourself in the reflection of the dark glasses he cunningly chooses to wear inside.

When you scowl he returns it with a cheshire grin.

“Thank you. You’re too sweet.”

“What do you want, Satoru?” You do not use his last name or any honorific to address him despite his age. He was older than you by a few years — but certainly did not act the part — so you do not think he deserves your respect. Your host father told you he does — something about his being from a prominent private school as an educator, which you cannot possibly fathom being the truth. But only in front of you is Satoru Gojo an inane, odd man with a need for clean, dry-cleaned clothes that, for some strange reason he has conjectured in his equally baffling mind, only you can provide.

“You.”

The wrinkle that had formed between your brows drops in less than a second. This was the typical routine. You would get annoyed — and he would get a sick kick from that. You refused to be his entertainment, so, for once you decide to be the bigger person.

“My friend is a police officer. He is five minutes away,” you retort, not being the bigger person. Though actions did speak louder than words.

Satoru places his elbow on the desk. He has to bend his back in an uncomfortable manner to do so — and he leans his face on his palm which only makes the position and his stature appear more cretinous and acute.

“You’re pretty when you’re angry, do you know?”

“Go die.” (You are being a bigger person today only through your actions. Not your words, you quickly decide.)

“Can you let me buy you a coffee? Put me out of my misery?”

“Leave me alone. I will scream for A-chan.” (Your dog, sleeping peacefully somewhere in a corner near the dryers.)

“Awh,” he coos, tilting his head only more. You wonder if he has back problems. “That’s vulgar. I thought you were a good girl.”

At this, you flounder. Fisting your hands together, you rub at your forehead. Satoru possessed the putrid ability to irk you like no other. You look down at your textbook — you were on chapter five, studying deadlock before he came — and it was certainly fitting given his arrival.

“I am. For people I can tolerate.” You retort, monotone to not please his sadism.

He smiles anyways and leans forward, gazing towards where you look — a few sheets of loose-leaf paper with your begrimed writing. You can catch a glimpse of his azure coloured eyes through his lashes from this angle. At first they scared you. It was an utter oddity to you — you had seen nothing as strange from all your years tending to this run-down laundromat. People who came and went were not as nearly as fascinating as Satoru Gojo’s eye colour, unfortunately, but that was not to say they were not as interesting. Odd characters entered every now and then considering your laundromat being less than 5 metres away from a graveyard — which only begged the existence of Satoru all together.

Perhaps he was visiting someone every time he came. You liked to make stories of customers who you would encounter. That was Satoru’s because you could not think of anything else.

You never asked, he never said. This was how it went.

“What’s all this?” He questions, his tone softer than usual. You feel his eyes travel to your right shoulder, making you self-conscious.

For a second you think he knows of the pain you have been feeling there.

You shake your head of the plausibility.

“Homework,” you reply, curt and straight, adjusting your posture in your seat as a sudden wave of bashfulness has overcome you.

“For what?”

“My operating systems class.”

Satoru coos — treating you like you are some sort of stray cat when he is the one encroaching on your property. “Sounds hard. You’re real smart, then?”

You look up, mouth falling into a line as you mumble a small, “Yeah.”

You want this conversation to come to an end. But Satoru liked to season his prey and you were not an exception. You remember encountering one of his students once — you think their name was Megumi — who had told you to steer clear of Satoru if you wanted your sanity to remain intact. It was solid advice, the only possibility it did not cover was Satoru forcing himself in front of you no matter what turn you took.

“You have to give me something to work with here,” he moans dramatically.

You take some money from the tip jar and hold it out in front of him as an incentive.

“I’ll pay you ¥800 to leave me alone?”

Satoru takes the money, but he doesn’t leave.

“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” He sneers at you. You crack your shoulders and decide to get started on the problem at hand because at this rate you will never finish your homework.

Walking towards the washers, you start speaking, not looking behind you to see if he is following because you already know he is.

“I don’t have time for this. Which machine isn’t operating?”

For once in his life, maybe out of the glory that overcame him from getting the upper hand on you once again, he complies.

“Third washer on the left, near the door.”

You walk towards it. Satoru stands next to you. His clothes float in a puddle that has formed within the washer — a drainage problem. Taking his clothes out of it, you rinse the soaked water in the sink and place them in another washer. If he chose to use half his brain he could have solved this himself. But after observing his smiles from your periphery and through the reflection of the glass door you come to realize he is enjoying himself.

An hour comes and go. Satoru talks your ear off at the reception even as others come and go. He puts his wet clothes in the dryer and folds them when they are finished, into a duffel bag.

When he stands in front of you, silent for the first time since his arrival, you know he is about to leave. You always give him a nice goodbye.

“Time for your weekly departure? Please do not bring clothes stained with blood to be dry cleaned next time. Mother almost fainted last week and is growing suspicious.”

Satoru smiles at you which lets you know that he understands your joke. He is handsome but he is nothing of your world, you realize. He only ever exists within the four wall of your parent’s laundromat and will only ever smell of floral detergent. It was better this way, you think.

“Awh. You’re worried for me?”

Your lips lay flat and you look down at your textbook.

“Have a nice day as well,” he murmurs, low. It catches you by surprise. When you lift your head up, he is already gone.

The pain on your right shoulder has stopped when the chime of the door opening and closing rings.

You pretend to ignore it — the feeling of his eyes and the growing aches surfacing within you — and go back to studying.

Satoru waits five minutes after he has left you to acknowledge his student following him. He stops near the abandoned phone booth he had found you sulking in two weeks prior — curled up with your legs tucked to your chest — pondering on about nonsensical things.

It was not the worst of the side effects you possessed after leaving your clan years ago and starting a new life with the Kobayashi’s at their laundromat.

“Megumi-chan, care to join me?”

He smiles when he sees his student scowl at him and he only continues to walk as he catches up.

“Why do you insist on pestering her? You know she will never remember. Yaga-san will be mad,” his student asserts after meeting his shoulders

Satoru does not answer right away. He recalls a fragment of a memory from his childhood. He had been doted on since his birth. You were a refreshing rarity, always hoping for a life greater than the one you were subjugated to — the daughter of a lowly maid, a normal girl for all purposes yet never treated as such. He remembers a small conversation you shared for less than a minute when he was only eight years old and you were five — how one day you wanted to be able to go to Hokkaido for the ice sculpture festival during the Winter. It was such a naive thing to aspire for. A cruel irony, really, that you still remained the same after so many years.

A snowflake falls towards Satoru’s shoe, but never quite graces its body.

Slinging an arm around his student, he answers brazenly, “I don’t know. I suppose I’m bored these days. Entertain me.”

#writing #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x female reader #Unfortunately this lunatic still has his grip on me.

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, imprisonment, stalking, unhealthy relationship

Entering their world

So Ramshackle is once more a place people (or rather an individual) live in, right?

Kalim in typical Kalim Al-Asim fashion of course wanted to celebrate this joyous event, especially since the world had been so glum since the Overseer hadn’t graced them with their all-knowing gaze for two entire days

Two entire days, I tell you! Two entire days in which no riches of the world could buy him something to make this time less bleak

So fifty five flamingos and exactly seven elephants later there he is, knocking on the door of Ramshackle to invite you to the festivities

Only for you, his beloved Overseer to open

Mhm, he isnt inviting you

For the first time in the history of “character is always sunshiny”-plot armor Kalim is lost for words, gawking at your figure in the doorframe who is worriedly asking him if he is alright

So, sunny boy over here is at the brink of passing out, probably because his adrenaline levels have breached the realms of possibility, making his heart miss a few heartbeats too much but this is a world with magic so let's not question too many things

Jamil actually had to get the not-so-made-out-of-stone petrified Kalim, nearly getting a heart attack himself by seeing that it was you

Yeah... that planned celebration also didn't happen

This led to fifty four flamingos and exactly seven elephants being sent back home, one of the flamingos seeing that one of their cousins was used to play cricket, deciding to stay after reuniting after five years of separation

But before we get sidetracked by Heartslabyul students tearing up after witnessing the reunion of two pink birds we have to talk about our most favorite future sultan, then we can talk about tearing up Heartslabyul students

So Kalim was a cause of concern for Jamil, and not in the usual way

No, whilst Jamil wanted to bow to you as well Kalim was too silent. So silent in fact that Jamil got so worried that he put his plans of betrayal on the back burner for a while and looked after his childhood... friend? Employer? Friemployer!

Also, whilst it was usually a bit hard to get Kalim into his calm enough self to sleep, Kalm (ok this one is bad, I know), it was creepily easy to get the young man to relax now, almost as if he wanted to be in his room all alone without anyone at his back and call

“Why?” the confused reader said. “Why should this be important to the story?” They continued

Well because soon there also turns up a photo album filled with pictures of you sleeping, eating and much, much more

I think you finally know what our equivalent to a sunflower in the human version has done during the time he wasn't supervised

Give him a week as well and he returns to normal... more or less

I just hope you don't mind company that won't leave you 24/7 because you will spend a lot of time with your new stalker friend

No matter where you go, no matter where you hide, there is no escape

Soon items disappear as well, replaced with a much more expensive version of it

And whilst I have never seen a rubber costing more than a few bucks I am sure that Kalim over there can find and give you one that costs so much that it could cover the renovation of Ramshackle

Jewelry. The Al-Asim heir might not be a Fae but that doesn't mean seeing you wearing something he gifted you won't make him feel good, no, downright euphoric

It's almost like you favor him

And thank goodness for the plot armor of a “sunny side” character because you are only wearing them because that dead look in his eyes scares you whenever he sees you without something of his, him not even noticing that

Kalim has imagined a future with you, of course, he did, we are talking about a yandere setting after all and what would be a yandere setting without the classical trope of the Yandere having imagined their future with the unfortunate soul who is adored by them

He can see you two having a family, adopted or not does not matter, you living in his palace, you being always by his side, smiling...

Oh the outside world? Ha! No

There is no outside world. Only you two and if he has to shackle you to him then so be it!

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jaynahh · 2 years

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I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF MORE OLDER SIBLING XIAO, KAZUHA, AND SCARA CONTENT.

ur writing is literally so good im in love......

anyway UHHH older sibling xiao, kazuha, and scara with a stupid younger (technically adopted) sibling!!! turns out theres a reason for their stupidity

(y/n was basically sheltered and isolated by their 'parents' which is why they're so dumb in anything they do)

Xiao + Kazuha + Scara with a Little Sibling!Reader

Hmhm thank you. Sorry it's late.

Part two here.

Strictly platonic. Slight mention of tics. Spoilers for Scara's real name.

Xiao:

Xiao is not the most knowledgeable of mortal life, and he understands that.

But you, only a child that does not know literally anything about the outside world? It reminds him of an animal that was born sheltered, not knowing of how much potential they could've had outside.

Xiao feels bad he doesn't know how to help. In fact, both of you need help. But still, Xiao has taken on the role of a caring older brother, so he just has to help in some way.

He doesn't lose hope, though. He knows more than you, obviously. Xiao's lived thousands of years.

Your big brother may not be that big of a help in social situations. If you accidentally use the wrong tone towards someone in a conversation, and that person gets angry with you... Xiao will not hesitate to defend you.

He's a little too intimidating. Xiao has learned that a simple glare would get those mortals to shut up, so he does just that.

He tries to comfort you. You're confused with recieving comfort aswell.

At first, Xiao is embarrassed that you get all confused when he tries to make you feel better about yourself. Then, he thinks of how aweful your parents must've been.

At first, he wants to stop embarrassing himself. Yet Xiao thinks, who else will teach you, care for you? Soon, Xiao will completey drop his tsundere act, and openly show love to you as your big brother.

His love language is quality time, preferebly in silence, just knowing that you're alive and next to him.

During this time, Xiao likes to take you on nature walks, away from the harbour and inn. He finds places to sit, watch leaves and bushes sway in the wind, and possibly pet some wild animals.

But he knows that you should learn normal human life. So on some days, your big brother decides to take you around the harbour.

On your little walks around Liyue harbour, you're not the only one learning about mortal life.

Your bond is so strong. Sometimes, you find yourself getting trapped in one of his hugs. Actually, this has happened so many times, you understand completely what Xiao wants to say, to communicate, to let you know.

He might even give you gentle, hesitant, slow headpats.

Everyday, you are reminded how your big brother is trying so hard. Xiao wants you to have a happy life, and he's doing everything he can to achieve it. But, if you being "happy" means staying with him, then he'll gladly take you in his arms.

He loves you, he hopes you know that. He wants to tell you how proud he is of you, of all your progress getting over your isolated past.

Kazuha:

Kazuha thinks you're cute.

He feels scared, maybe paranoid when he has to leave you alone. But he shouldn't worry too much, he always feels a sense of urgency in the wind whenever you're in danger.

When Kazuha finds out about your parents and what they did to you, he feels upset. It almost angers him. You should've been allowed to go outside and explore the world, especially in the early stages of life.

So, he takes it upon himself, as your big brother, to show you all he knows.

Sometimes, when you do something stupid, like actually befriending a hilichurl... Kazuha would cheer you on. He knows what it's like to feel embarrassed, and he definitely does not want to be the cause of your embarrassment. Plus, you're just too cute.

He buys clothes you say look cute, and gift them to you. If you like sweets, Kazuha's going to give you little cat shaped sweets. At first you thought you were supposed to feed them to cats... But Kazuha thought you looked cute, so he took a little picture with his Kamera.

One time you accidentally said something rude to a person. Kazuha apoligized, which led you to apoligize aswell, but the person was still mad.

The next day, you and Kazuha were walking around in the city when you saw that same person, with backup. And they looked furious. One of them even said, "Get them!"

Kazuha reacted quickly before they could catch you. "Now isn't this going too far?" He questioned while grabbing your hand, using his anemo vision to blow a strong gust of wind to stop the group, and running away with you. With an innocent smile.

Kazuha knows since you've been pretty sheltered, you don't know much slang or big confusing words. So, around you Kazuha speaks easy, almost bad English.

But often when you two cuddle or hang out alone, your big brother tells you how much he loves you with poems, haikus, confusing words, old English, all that. It's like your big brother's speaking another language– Yet you somewhat understand after seeing that smile on his face.

Kazuha smiles so much around you, you probably developed a smiling tic, where your eyes close and you smile. Whenever you two greet each other, Kazuha's welcomed with that little close eyed smile of yours.

He thinks it's so adorable, your big brother always cups your face in his hands before giving you a little hug.

Will blow wind towards you, blowing your hair back, to see you smile.

One goal of his is to make you completely forget about your past, and your biological family. Another goal is to hug you everyday, another goal is to see you smile everyday, another goal is to tell you he loves you everyday, another goal—

You don't know a lot of things, and Kazuha helps you with that. But if you know that he is your big brother, and he loves you unconditionally, Kazuha will feel content and happy with you, which he already is.

Scaramouche:

At first, he thought you were so annoying. Did he really have to teach you how to do everything?

Occasionally he has yelled at you. But he always feels a weird sense of guilt he never felt before.

Scaramouche somehow finds out you've been sheltered by your biological family, that's why you acted so stupid.

He doesn't know how to feel about it. The next time Scaramouche sees you, he instantly feels regret. Now he's the one feeling stupid.

His face always softens around you. He's made a secret promise to himself that he'll never yell at you again.

Scara will take your hand to get you close to him, under his huge hat. He says it's so you don't get lost, but it's actually to protect you and for people to not mess with you.

Your big brother buys steals you kimonos, if you like those. Same with dango milk, and everything else.

Scaramouche will drop everything for you. You're way more important than what he was just doing.

"Well, look who it is." Scaramouche had his arms crossed. He was in a domain filled with electro.

He turned around. "Delighted to meet you again, traveler." The blonde switched to a fighting stance. "Hm. You already look like you want me dead."

The traveler sensed another presence enter the room, but had no time to pay attention to it, since the Balladeer could attack when the opponent was not focused.

"You've grown weak." "Big brother?" Scaramouche jolted.

He uncrossed his arms and looked to the side, seeing you approach him. Your big brother was hesitant to turn his attention to you, giving the traveler a side glare. Well, the traveler couldn't be stupid enough to attack him, right infront of his innocent little sibling, right?

Scaramouche kneeled down to your height. "Y/n, I told you not to come here, it's dangerous." His face relaxed, but still confused, asking for an explanation. In the corner of his eye, he could see the traveler's stance ease up and hide their sword.

"But I missed you." Scara tipped his hat backwards to see you better. He sighed after a moment.

"Alright, alright. I'll come visit you when I'm done, okay?" Your big brother gave you a quick hug. "Just go back for now."

You nodded. After giving the traveler a curious look, you came back from where you were.

Scaramouche stood up, crossing his arms again. "Th-The Balladeer? A little sibling!?" A squeaky Paimon voice shouted. The traveler has a ready stance again.

The harbinger scoffed. "Everyone has a family at some point in our lives, whether we like it or not." The traveler has more of an understanding of Scaramouche now.

If you're having trouble speaking for yourself, Scaramouche will gladly help you.

He desperately tries to keep you away from Childe. If you meet that ginger, you'll think he's a better big brother than Scara. He's scared you'll leave him. He doesn't want that happening.

Scaramouche doesn't want you calling him by his fatui name. He doesn't want you to call him someone that has multiple crimes to his name. Instead, he tells you his name is Kunikuzushi.

He's not used to being called by Kunikuzushi anymore, so it always warms his heart whenever you call him that.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin platonic #genshin fluff #kazuha x reader #genshin comfort #kazuha fluff #genshin angst #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #xiao fluff #scaramouche fluff #kunikuzushi fluff #kazuha headcanons #xiao headcanons #scaramouche headcanons

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cutecherrygirl · 2 months

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Sunoo - late night cuddles

I am currently in my Sunoo area and I dont think ill be leaving it anytime soon😘

Summary: Sunoo came home from long day of filming and he is exhausted. Meanwhile, you are at home preparing him a nice romantic bathtub and dinner so he can relax. Lets see what will happen.

Warnings: Fluff, cute, soft, Sunoo ❤️

8:30 P.M

Sunoo is walking home from the studio, he could've took Taxi but he wanted to get some fresh air. The sky was clear and he could see few starts shining miles away from him. The streets were empty and the only sound is the sound of stray cats walking around, Searching for food.

It took him exactly 30 minutes to get home, he stopped by the convenience store to buy himself cherry juice.

He stepped inside the apartment and took off his jacket and put it on the Jacket hanger, he took her shoes off and place them on the shoe placing thing. "Im home" he yelled softly while walking up the stairs and into your shared bedroom.

"Wait a bit! Im in the bathroom!" You yell and he just layed on the bed exhausted.

You filled the bathtub with warm water and dropped pink bath bomb in it to make it pretty, the bath bomb made the water turn pink. Then you lit up some candles and place them on the counter, you dimmed the lights down and put some skin care products on the mini table next to the bathtub along with the fluffiest towel you could find.

After that, You called Sunoo "baby, can you please come help me with something?" Sunoo raised his eyebrow before standing up amd walking to the bathroom "what do you-" he started but stopped when he saw you standing by the bathtub with smile on your face.

"Baby, what's all this?" He asked and you walked towards him "I figured you could relax a bit tonight..." You smile and pecked his lips, he smiled back and wrapped his arms around your waist then pressed his forehead against yours "I love you so much" he whispered before pecking your lips. "I love you too" you say softly and smiled at him.

He took off his clothes abd sat in the bathtub with a relaxed sigh "Oh my god..I needed this so much" he whispered as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes "im glad you like it" you say "can you come in?" He asked which mafe you smile even more "of course baby". Woth that, you slid off your clothes and joined him in the bathtub. You originally sat in front of him so the two of you had more space but he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. You turned around so your back is pressed against his chest and the back of your head against his shoulder.

You both sat in the bathtub, talking, kissing, giggling and laughing. "Oh! I bought us matching face masks" you said exited and he smiled. You both put on your face masks and relaxed more.

Sunoo started telling you about his day and everything he did.

"Ni-ki and I are starting to get close again" he said and it made you smile "aww, thats so nice..I hope the fabs will leave him alone now" you said with a slight pout at the end "me too, He told me he was scared of fans reactions if we start interacting again....but now the fans are mad at Sooha so they want us together again" Sunoo explained and you nodded.

You stayed in the bathtub for few more minutes before you realized, the the water us getting cold so you both stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped yourselves in towels. You yook off your masks and made your way to the bedroom.

You both changed into sleep clothes and slide under the covers "come here" Sunoo said as he pulled you closer and nuzzled his nose into your neck which made you laugh "oh my god that tickles!!" You giggle and caressed his hair.

Sunoo wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you closer, taking in your scent and presence with his whole being. You just layed there and caresses his hair. Eventually, he started leaving soft mini kisses along your neck, jaw and collar bone, you leaned your head back against the pillow enjoying the feeling. Sunoo moved himself on top of you and pressed his body against yours completely laying on you. He slide his arms under your back and hug you tightly while kissing your cheeks, jaw and lips "your skin is so soft baby" he whispered before pressing a kiss on your lips, you just stayed silent and enjoyed every moment. Sunoo kissed your lips fully and you kissed him back, the kiss was very soft and loving but a bit lazy since you both were tired.

Sunoo gave you one last peck on the lips before moving down kiss to your chin, then down to your throat and then your collar bones again. You let out a soft moan and leaned your head back again, your hands find their way into Sunoo's hair as he continues to kiss and bite along your collar bones "baby.." you whisper "you like that?" He whispers back as he kiss his way to your other collar bone amd does the same thing he did to the first one. He left few hickeys and kiss his way to your shoulder then to your neck again, he started sucking and biting your neck softly, you tug on his hair a bit and moan "Sunoo" he moved to the other side of the neck and his hand slide in your hair and held the back of your head. He sucked on the skin of your neck and you could feel his tongue wetting the spot, it felt amazing. Sunoo then buried his nose in crock of your neck and you continue to caress his hair.

And with that, the two of you fell asleep.

The end 😘💅🏻

#sunoo fluff #enhypen sunoo #sunoo #kim sunoo #enhypen #fluff #enhypen fluff

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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PROMPTS FROM RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK * assorted dialogue from the 1981 film

you have no time!

i killed him. he was of no use to us.

they're digging in the wrong place.

i've looked everywhere.

i don't know. i'm making this up as i go.

i always knew some day you'd come walking back through my door.

okay, stand back.

what are you trying to do, scare me?

you sound like my mother.

now, what shall we talk about?

it's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

why don't you sit down? you'll be more comfortable.

she's of no use to us.

you can't do this to me!

it would take only a nudge to make you like me.

you are in no position to ask for anything.

do you still have it?

snakes. why'd it have to be snakes?

i'm so pleased you're not dead!

i never meant to hurt you.

obviously we've come to the right men.

what ever are you doing in such a nasty place?

i grew up on this.

i don't believe in magic.

you could warn them.

i hate snakes! i hate 'em!

i can only say sorry so many times!

now you're getting nasty.

what do you want?

must have slipped my mind.

shoot them. shoot them both.

i was in love.

the poison is still fresh.

stay here.

he said you were a bum.

it was wrong and you knew it.

nobody knows where or when.

we were friends once, but we had a bit of a falling out, i'm afraid.

i've heard a lot about you.

here, take this!

why, are you willing to offer more?

i don't know what kind of people you're used to dealing with, but nobody tells me what to do in my place.

leave me alone. go away.

the bar's closed.

don't look at it. no matter what happens.

you knew what you were doing.

we see there is nothing you can possess which i cannot take away.

you chose the wrong friends.

there's a picture of it right here.

boy, you're something!

your appearance is exactly the way i imagined.

they're following us.

we've heard a lot about you.

i want plenty of protection.

i'm afraid we must be going now.

they don't know what they've got there.

wait, wait! i can be reasonable!

at least you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time.

i'll tell you everything.

these guys don't care if we kill each other.

you like her too much, i think.

you and i are very much alike.

perhaps we'll meet again under better circumstances.

if they knew we were here, they would have killed us already.

this is history. do as you will.

we never seem to get a break, do we?

let me show you what i'm used to.

why don't you come on down here and i'll show you!

don't be such a baby.

there is something that troubles me.

i almost regret it.

not a very private place for a murder.

i made no promises!

i am surprised to find you squeamish.

hey, what happened? you don't look very happy.

where'd you get that?

let us hurry. there is nothing to fear here.

i see your taste in friends remains consistent.

your persistence surprises even me.

you're all the same.

let's go see him together.

i oughta kill you right now.

they're not going to interfere in our business.

surely you don't think you can escape from this island?

what's this here?

i have the perfect man for this kind of work.

we are quite comfortable up here.

come on. i'll buy you a drink.

i've got nothing better to do.

a friend of yours?

please sit down before you fall down.

i don't need a nurse. i just want to sleep.

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vynmin · 1 year

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╰┈➤ Don't Fall in Love

CH2 - Blades and Band-aids

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ˏˋ°•\*⁀➷ Summary: A bright young girl witnesses her lover being killed by her very own brother. Nothing out of the ordinary for a family with too many connections with the wrong people. Now she locks herself away in her room refusing to talk to anyone in the family. Or she walks out to visit the corner store owned by the same old man to buy the only things she’ll eat nowadays when one day she has a fateful encounter with the old man’s grandson.

ꕥ Pairing - jungkook x fem.reader

ꕥ Genre - allegedly unrequited love, sloowww burn, lowkey enemies to lovers?,

ꕥ Warnings CH2! - bloody murder! (flashbacks/nightmares), blood, profanity, fighting, brief mention of drugs, graphic nightmares, panic attacks, self-harm, scars, (some interesting decision making I do not recommend)

ꕥ Word Count - 6.5k

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The bright lights illuminated the city streets as you made your way back longing to feel the comfort of the sanctuary. As you neared the house you saw how the amount of cars in the driveway were less than usual and how silent the house seemed even from the outside. Hoping no one would be home upon your entry back you hit the code entering the house. As you walked through the dark hall the light of a lamp flickered as a voice began to question,

“Where have you been all day?” Yoongi said, arching his eyebrow, still surprised you had left even your room let alone the house gates. Barely acknowledging the elder you shoved your hands in your pocket making your way upstairs when you were stopped again.

“I want to know for your safety you shouldn’t be out all day and coming back at this hour. You know it’s not safe for people like us.” He tried to reason as you scoffed, chuckling a bit at the claims he had just made.

“Yes I’m so scared for my safety when my brother killed my boyfriend. Or the fact that anyone close to me receives bribes to stay away from me. Yes, I am shaking in my boots at the thought of leaving this shit hole.” you taunted as he watched, taking the time to find his words wisely this time.

“That has nothing to do with this and you know it doesn't,” he said sternly clearing his throat to begin again,

“You won’t be leaving this house without guards whenever you feel like it because if you get your ass scoped I’ll be the one getting all the shit cause you wanted to take a trip to hell and not come back.” He said in a louder tone staring at you with those dark eyes you hated seeing paint his face. Knowing he was serious about his words you were just as determined to make sure his rules weren’t obeyed. Hoping you’d get under his skin just as much, you looked back at him just as sternly and gave your response,

“I’d love to see what could possibly stop me from leaving this shitshow you and him love calling a home.” you said turning to leave before stopping in your tracks once more,

“Oh and believe me I know the big guy won’t let me go down there till he decides to drag you down to hell too.” you said scrunching your face up in disgust while Yoongi only scoffed as you finally made your way up the stairs.

Watching a maid scurry out of one of the rooms on the second floor adjusting her apron and wiping her smudged lipstick you simply nodded before opening the sanctuary door leaving her frozen on the other side of the corridor.

As you closed the door behind you the nostalgic scent filled your nose as your mind drifted to all the memories the same room held. All the times he’d sneak through the now patched window and greet you with a passionate kiss all to stop you from scolding him over him sneaking in again as well as show his love for you. Or the times he’d bring something new for you two to “try” together knowing very well he was quite the expert and just wanted to teach you which was his way of showing his love. Helping you through things even if they were as silly as making crocheted bunnies.

What you loved most was the chemistry you two shared, the togetherness between you two even when not together, how you would always have him in mind and he would you too. When together whether in silence or in chaos there was always comfort and a loving aura that beamed when you two were together and the satisfaction that always came when everyone else around you both would notice it. Blinking out of your trance the blooming peace lily that you kept next to the shiny necklace with a blade that was the center of the design caught your eye and had you remembering you needed to water the plant. Although your drowsiness threatened to take over you reluctantly found a spray bottle and spritzed the plant as mist fell onto it. You couldn’t afford to let this plant die or any of them for that matter knowing that the guilt of letting him die already weighed down on your everyday life. The least you could do was keep him in your thoughts even though you couldn’t help but think even that was shameless and selfish of you. Knowing you didn’t deserve him after everything that had happened but the fact that you knew you’d always be too selfish to let him go always fed into your guilt.

Flopping onto the cold bed you let out a sigh rolling over to watch the moonlight that seeped through the sanctuary from the patched window. Drifting off to sleep you curled up becoming slightly overwhelmed at the thought of him being right next to you. Imagining the way you’d lay your head on his chest listening to the calming beat of his heart and how his soft hand that laid on your lower back would slowly pull you closer and closer to his warm body.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Laughter erupting from the 1st level caused you to groan as you suddenly woke up sprawled out lazily on your bed. Rubbing your eyes, your mood had already turned slightly sour knowing that everyone you despised was downstairs going on with their daily “business”. Feeling around the nightstand for your phone you ultimately gave up almost falling out of the bed.

“Look at you waking up at a decent time in the morning.” Yoongi teased once again leaning on the door of the sanctuary. Eyes still more shut than open, you stood up to rush over to the door almost falling down as the room started to spin and seeing too many colors of the rainbow. Yoongi, watching you almost fall knitted his eyebrows seeing you barely catch yourself.

“You're not taking your pills again are you? They can’t be that hard to swallow.” Yoongi said, watching you sharply. Grabbing a hold of your head you tried pacing yourself as you walked slowly over to the elder.

“I’m not taking those shit filled pills.” You barked low still trying to take in your surroundings.

“Those shit filled pills are what keep you from walking like a drunkard. You barely eat either which just makes things worse.” He said mostly to himself, straightening his stance at the door. Finally facing the elder you watched the concern plastered on his face that made your blood boil.

“Does taking a pill really affect anything going on down there?”

“Y/N-”

“You could probably sell those pills if you're looking for consumers so much.” You taunted turning on your heel. Clearing his throat the boy begin to speak again,

“Anyways I came here to revisit what we talked about yesterday. If you wanna leave the house, fine by me but with guards.” He spoke in that soft but stern voice most common with you nowadays. To that you chuckled, shaking your head as his eyebrows furrowed again.

“Y/N I’m serious it's not saf-”

“And I seriously don’t care.” You said roughly cutting off the elder who huffed loudly showing his frustration.

“God what would you do anyways lock me up in this chicken coop?” You continued laughing at your own scenarios. Walking up to the boy he stepped back now outside of the sanctuary as you gripped the door.

“Oh and don't forget the windows wouldn’t want me to get out now would we?” Letting your laughter settle as you let the door shut in Yoongi’s face. Leaving the boy in shock he crossed his arms now lost in deep thought until he was interrupted by calls from the 1st level.

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You had never regretted bullshitting the way you did this morning more than ever. In your defense you didn’t think he’d actually follow through with your jokes, you were just teasing. But here you were now staring at the wooden planks that were nailed to the windows on the 1st level and the door that was locked from the outside with a different pin.

“Damn windows.” You murmured as one of the two guards sitting on the couches walked up to you.

“Ms. Y/N is there anywhere you would like to go, we would be glad to accompany you.” He offered a little too enthusiastic for your liking yet you felt slight guilt for insulting him the day prior.

“No that would be quite all right thank you, Yoongi does have some interesting ways of showing lessons. I'll just have to find some interesting solutions.” You said smiling widely up at the guard who laughed nervously scratching his nape as he looked back to the other guard. Letting his nervousness be your queue to leave you turned, letting that fake smile of yours drop as you headed up to the sanctuary.

Finding a way to leave the house wouldn’t be easy knowing how stubborn and calculated the elder was but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle. Walking back down you begged for the two guards to buy you some made up feminine product from the stores and as they left you cursed in frustration not seeing the pin. Huffing you now walked back and forth amongst the windows that were nailed shut. Knowing there wouldn’t be anything you could do, you again walked up to the sanctuary slamming the door. Your eyes landed on the patched window as your thoughts began to run. Examining the window and looking down at the low and freshly cut grass you smiled,

“You fucking lunatic.” You said to yourself as you opened the rusty window resting your foot on the bottom. Wanting to chicken out judging by the fact you’d be jumping from the second floor you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

You were now right outside the sanctuary standing on the ledge as you stared in closing the patched window. Staring at the green grass knowing those two idiots would come up any second you closed your eyes and jumped. Your body hitting the grass with a thud you rolled straight into the green bushes as you repeatedly cursed. Spitting the grass out of your mouth you groaned getting up and out of the bushes. Walking against the house you watched the two men bicker as they walked towards the house.

“How was I supposed to know what a coochie controller was? I even asked around and just got weird looks that one lady slapped me with her bag!” The guard whined as you stifled your laughter nearing the front of the house.

Waiting for them to enter the house you jumped the black gates and rested your head against the gates breathing heavily. Looking around you just to be safe seeing the road seemed pretty empty you shoved your hands in your loose pockets and skipped along the streets disappearing into the busy city.

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The old man hummed an old korean trot as he dusted down the tables and benches outside the corner store. Not many customers on the sunny sunday as school students were the most popular but some would still come and go. Walking around the streets in a haze you almost flinched when you saw the old man as you walked with your head down not wanting to converse yet again.

Of course he just had to use his old instincts because once you tried walking away he called from behind.

“Y/N-ie is that you?” He said, watching your figure from behind with wide eyes. Thinking that you could keep walking was quite the tempting option but you sighed turning to face the old man with a smile.

“Yes it’s me Mr. Li, I didn't see you there.” You said politely grinning as you took in the old man’s features. How his old age somehow enhanced the softness that was always on his face even from when you were younger. He smiled back, setting the rag on the bench as you walked closer to the shop.

“It better have been that, thought you were ignoring me.” He said smirking lightly as the guilt settled in your smile thinned as you questioned,

“Mr. Li why would you think that?” eyebrows knitted as he chuckled softly.

“You know I haven’t seen you in awhile Y/N-ie and stop calling me Mr.Li before I call you Bubbles again.” He said pouting as you almost choked hearing that ridiculous nickname that you just couldn’t escape.

“Yah Lili let’s be mature you know it was a one time thing.” You said biting your cheek refusing to look at the old man as he erupted with laughter.

“The puddle of soaps you slipped in cause you wanted to perfect your science volcano caused me a lot of money brat. Poor Yoongi got a head full of glittery soap too.”

Looking back at your youngerself’s desire to be good at everything you shook your head trying not to cringe too much.

“How is Yoongi? I don't see too much of him these days either, especially after you forced him to stop walking you down here. “ He smiled at the fond memories he had of your loving older brother who was just a little too overprotective. You replied dryly with a simple “He’s good” half lying your way through the question.

“Ah and Minho how is he you two still together you know that boy was always my favorite he was so modest and kin-”

“He moved away last year; he wasn't well and had to move to the States.” you cut Mr.Li off not wanting to stay on the topic of him too long before you cried in front of the old man. His gaze softened seeing how your whole demeanor had changed. Meeting his gaze you saw his expression, the pity in his eyes and how silent he was and you immediately regretted even coming here.

“I'm sorry I hope he’s doing better I know how much you loved that boy-”

“Halbeoji, the suppliers aren’t here. It's past 12 and we can always reschedule.” The familiar raven haired boy said coming out of the store facing the old man.

“Jungkook-ah you're not going to that race, if that's your plan you’ll be waiting right here until they come. Yah and what did I tell you about interrupting conversations.” The old man scolded as the boy pouted looking over to find you standing watching him with bored eyes. He huffed, bowing as he muttered an apology to you that the old man slapped the back of his head for.

“Aish whenever you come here your manners always leave now don’t they. Y/N-ie this is my grandson Jungkook.” He said, pushing the boy's head down making him bow lightly while you nodded.

“Old man Li-”

“Ah ok sorry Jungkook this is Y/N a friend you could say, better Y/N-ie?” He said facing you with a cheeky smile as you bit your cheek, arms crossed as you burned with embarrassment.

Jungkook raised his head now facing you observing the contrast from the first time you two had met as he greeted you,

“Y/N it's nice to meet you even if it is the second time.” He said trying to ease your embarrassment to which he was met with a slight nod from you. The old man watched you both as he spoke now facing his grandson,

“Yah what are you still doing here go wait for those suppliers before I ship you back to your mother.” He threatened lightly as the boy groaned at his grandfather who shook his head. Before going back inside the boy gave you a small bow that you returned with a nod before walking back inside.

“That delinquent.” Old man Li muttered and smiled as he looked back at you before breaking into a coughing fit. Your faint smile dropped again as you watched with your eyebrows furrowed offering to get him water.

“No no ah it's just my age I’d probably choke on the water if I did take it.” He tried to joke as you grew more concerned.

“Y/N-ie don’t look at me like that I'm fine.” He smiled brightly, his heart melting knowing you were concerned even if you tried not to show it.

“Go to the doctor I’ll take if you don’t go. I'm warning you, you're old but you're so careless. Who’ll run the corner store if you don't hm?” You let out surprised you talked so informally while the elder walked up embracing you as you stood frozen.

“Y/N I'm fine, don't stress over an old man like me, I’ll go to the doctor if it’ll make you happy, ok?” he said, still smiling so brightly and you only wondered how he did it all the time.

Releasing you from the warm hug he walked in the store only to quickly come out with a bag of snacks that made you want to deny but he shoved the bag in your hands. Finally on your way back to the house you felt lighter, a way you hadn’t felt in a while. Not too surprised the old man always had a way with people from his smile to his way with words you were always jealous of.

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“How did she even leave the house with you two still here?” Yoongi barked from the first level as the two guards hung their heads down.

“Sir she wanted a product from the store and so we went ahead to buy the product.” One of the guards explained tripping on his words as he went on.

“What product?” Yoongi questioned looking over at the other guard who raised his head only to put it back down shaking it.

“Well- it was a feminine product that Ms. Y/N wanted-”

“What product was all I asked for?” Yoongi cut off the guard, growing impatient as the man sighed, bracing himself for Yoongi’s response.

“It was a um a well a co-”

“Coochie controller?” Your voice rang through the 1st level as you skipped downstairs. The man nodded and placed his head back down as Yoongi gritted his teeth. Watching as you grinned widely he dismissed the two guards with a “we’ll figure you two out later.”

“These are very sturdy aren’t they who put them up.” You questioned playing with one of the planks that covered the windows.

“So I try to compromise with you for your safety and you go ahead and trick other people and leave the house without telling anyone?!” He roared and you could feel his narrowed eyes burning in the back of your head. You turned slowly looking back at the elder who was running his hand through his black locks.

“The compromise didn’t fit my interest so why would I abide, and it's not trickery if they don’t have the mental capacity to think on their own.” You said calmly but your nonchalant persona only made Yoongi more angry with you.

“How did you leave?” Yoongi asked, seeming a little calmer than before.

“A magician never reveals their secrets but I’ll be willing to negotiate if it sparks my interest.” You pushed watching the elder rubbing his eyebrows in frustration.

“What exactly would that compromise be Y/N.”

“Well Yoongi, maybe we could start small like planks on the windows!” You suggested sarcastically as the boy only shook his head.

“Fine they aren’t so hard to take down anyways so how’d you get out?” He questioned listening carefully waiting for your response. Walking up to the boy and passing him as you made your way up the stairs you replied,

“A magician never reveals their secrets Yoongi,” you paused as Yoongi called your name in frustration.

“But, you might as well change the pin back to the first one; those guards are quite gullible.” you lied making your way up to the sanctuary.

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You sat on the fresh green grass gazing at the summer sky humming to the tune of the song you and Minho had just learned on guitar. Blushing simply thinking of the silly boy you dusted your white flowery dress making your way back into the house. As you made your way back up to your room you heard a faint crash come from the basement. Puzzled, you walked down, going closer and closer to the noise.

“HELP! HELP.” The awfully familiar voice yelled from one of the rooms on the farther side of the basement. You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you slowly made your way towards the door. You sighed, taking a deep breath before opening the door knowing it wouldn’t be anything good on the other side. Tied against a chair in a dull green room you could barely make out who was struggling to get out. Though they suddenly stopped looking up to see who it was that opened the door. In shock yourself all you wanted to do was vomit seeing him in this state. A bloody red nose, busted lip and swollen eyes but you’d recognize him in any state.

“M-Minho!” You practically screeched running over to him cupping his face in your hands.

“What happened what’s going on who did this to you how did this happ-”

“Y/N you need to leave now it’s not safe I’m fine.” Minho said cutting you off from all the frantic questions you were asking.

“No you need medical attention, we can leave, I can get you out of here.” You suggested as the worry started to overtake you, you worked on untying his hands as he struggled trying to reason the situation out with you.

“Minho tell me who did this even if I can’t help, I'll have Yoongi take care of it.” You pleaded as Minho rapidly shook his head, not even making eye-contact with you.

“If you don’t want to tell me then let’s leave your injuries, you need treatment and-“ You decided to grab his arm to lead him out of the dark room.

“Y/n, stop.” You cut you off once again now looking you directly in the eyes and you just knew something had gone terribly wrong. As he pulled his hand away you held onto him tightly as he struggled to get away from your grip.

“Y/n get away from him.” Yoongi called from the door leaving you to sigh in relief as Minho frantically pulled his arm away from you. Looking back at Minho you saw the way he gulped at Yoongi who stared him down with his dark narrowed orbs.

“Yoon help his injuries are getting worse and worse and I don’t know who locked him up in this room but we need to get out.” You said out of breath letting your thoughts just come out.

“Well this makes getting rid of him ten times easier.” Yoongi muttered getting closer to you and Minho keeping his eyes on Minho. Watching Yoongi pull the firearm out of his pocket you watched in confusion not knowing what your brother’s next move would be and that scared you.

“Y-Yoon what are you doing?”

“My job Y/n-ie now you need to go upstairs okay it’s much safer up there for you then here.” Yoongi said calmly, nearing you patting your head softly as you shook your head disobeying his request.

“No, no no Y-Y/n please you need to go upstairs it-“

“No I’m not leaving you unless you come up with me and I’m going to find out what happened.” You said grabbing a hold of Minho’s arm trying to pull him along towards the door when Yoongi stopped your motion shoving Minho to the ground. Near the boy you watched Yoongi pull the firearm aiming it at the boy when you pounced in front of the fire-arm as Yoongi yelled at your recklessness.

“You're not going to kill him, you can't, he's the only one Yoon stop this he didn’t do anything!” You tried pleading with the elder who only scoffed yelling for you to move out of the way while you only held onto Minho tighter trying to shield him with your whole body.

“Y/N MOVE AWAY FROM HIM NOW!” Yoongi barked, grabbing the side pistol he had tucked under his shirt leaving you and Minho to gasp as he pointed the gun straight at Minho.

“YOONGI PUT IT DOWN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You screeched as he stepped closer to you both keeping his gaze specifically on Minho.

“Y/n I’m only going to repeat myself one more time, go upstairs you don’t have any business in this.” Yoongi said, still glaring at Minho who laid there as well in complete silence.

“No I’m no-“

Your words were cut off by Yoongi who shoved you off of the boy now standing right above him and in front of you. You watched in complete silence as he cocked the gun back aiming it down at the boy. Hearing the gunshot you sat frozen as you let the first shot ring through your ear ignoring the other two that came after. Letting the third shot free you from the shock you pathetically crawled over to Minho who laid limp in a sea of blood.

“Mi-Min hey it’s me I - I got you the hospital I-isn’t far we still have time l-let’s go ok?” You babbled on as the shock of it all really started kicking as you saw your hands, his waist, the floor, and your white dress all covered in his blood.

“Y/n stop-

“N-no it’s fine really I can drive or we can get one of the better drivers as long as we ask nicely we should be fi-“

“Y/N stop it.” Minho cut you off going into a sudden coughing fit as you watched him cough up heaps of blood you swallowed still not wanting to accept the situation.

“What went wrong things were g-going to be so nice today for me and you it was going to be lovely don’t you think?” He said in almost a whisper as you nodded slowly as you were thinking about just the same thing and how guilty you felt now. Your thoughts were interrupted by the boy’s chuckling, your eyebrows knitted as you watched him run his hand down his waist passing his hand up and down the pool of blood.

“Do you see all of this Y/n?” The boy questioned keeping his gaze on his bloody hand to which you nodded slowly yet confused.

“Maybe if I hadn’t come today this wouldn’t have happened, don't you wonder about that?” He asked again and you only responded with a nod not quite following his thinking he then grabbed your face running his red hand over your cheek with a look you couldn’t (didn’t want to) described.

“If I hadn’t come here for you none of this would have happened you understand that too don’t you Y/n?” You gulped hearing the way he called your name with such disgust in it.

“B-but Min it wasn’t like you knew it was going to happen.” You tried to reason as he shook his head the more you went on.

“I’m bleeding here in this cold, dull room because of you, I’m on my death bed because of you, I can’t go home to my sister and the rest of my family because of you.” He spoke fast, getting louder and louder while you only shook your head trying to get your wrist out of his grip.

“Min it wasn’t me I didn’t know anything about this, I-I would never hurt you I love you.” You let out sounding so small and weak as he only held on tighter dragging you closer to him.

“You don’t kill the people you love Y/n-“

“No, no I didn’t do this Min I didn’t know I would never!” You screamed, shaking your head violently as he chanted the word murderer repeatedly.

“NO!” You screamed as you almost jumped out of the bed, hyperventilating you locked eyes with the necklace that laid near the peace lily you had watered earlier. Still breathing hard you got up from the bed, grabbed the necklace and rushed into the bathroom.

Staring at the necklace your thoughts, those thoughts started to fight and you knew you would lose but it wasn’t that you didn’t try to fight back. You always did but your fighting was never good enough, you were pathetically weak. Scrunching up the necklace so that only the accented part stuck out you rolled up your sleeves running your fingers across the warm flesh. Letting out a deep sigh you lined the small blade up as you thought back to what you just dreamed about, think about Minho gripping your wrist and holding it up. Running your hand up and down you bit down on your lip as you now let the blade run along your wrist. Letting the blood drip it soothed you in a way hoping even maybe that you reprimanding yourself would free you of your guilt and the anger of the past. Except, it never did, it wasn’t like you didn’t know things would end up like this every time but ignorance was so much sweeter than believing the truth.

Looking at yourself in the mirror those tired and dark eye bags that painted your face or your puffy nose and the pool of tears that accompanied them you saw how pathetic and helpless you looked. How it disgusted you and made you despise yourself even more than you thought to originally be possible. For some reason you laughed watching your face seeing how weak you look but as you looked down at the blood flowing out of your arms the laughter stopped and the pain started to take over. It was always like this. It's only fun for a minute, sometimes that minutes is longer but rarely is that the case and then the minute is over and you're left looking at the blood covering you and your sanctuary. The regret sinking in as you started breathing too fast running out of the room rushing over to your drawers. Throwing the contents on the shelves and in the drawers out frantically you looked for the ointments that were nowhere to be found until you looked over to the garbage can near your desk. Emptied and buried under white sheets of paper. Your breathing only got quicker and heavier as you rushed into the bathroom and just as quickly out being met with the blood in there as well.

Rushing down the stairs as quietly as possible you hurried over to the front door not even taking the thought of guards being near as you punched in the old pin praying Yoongi had fallen for your lies. A red error sign appeared on the tiny screen as you cursed your luck rushing back up the stairs.

“Think, think, think.” You said pacing around the sanctuary when you looked out of the patched window. Sighing you opened the window looking down at the same old low grass and the tall bushes you cringed jumping down. Rolling into the bushes you harshly shaked and groaned at the impact that felt a hundred times worse because of your current bleeding. Limping towards the front of the house you scanned for any guards before making your way over to the black gate.

Today of all days might have been the worst day for you to have that nightmare, for you to let your thoughts swallow you and to be impulsive at 11 o’clock at night. Thinking about all of Yoongi’s ways to scare you and make you stay at home, you thought about the stories he told you about him having business after 12. Jogging as fast as you could, you made your way to the corner store even though you probably shouldn’t have because all of your energy was drained and it made the bleeding worse. Feeling the blood hug your baggy clothes you cringed before limping into the corner store.

“Sorry were closin-“ The raven haired boy stopped in his tracks looking up to see you limping into the store. Getting up from his chair and throwing the car magazine he was reading to the side he walked around looking at you with knitted eyebrows.

“Y/n are you okay, is there anything I can get you?” He questioned as you tried to avoid speaking to him as you made your way over to an aisle. Looking around you were getting more agitated as your drowsiness and low energy fought to take over.

“You look a little out of it, it’s fine I can get you what you need and-“

“Jungkook I don’t need your hel-'' Curse your low iron because once you turned to face the boy the room just had to start spinning causing you to fall backwards. Awaiting your impact with the floor Jungkook had moved swiftly and caught you holding your back and wrist firmly.

“Easy, you're okay.” He said as he brought you up to stand watching you take in your surroundings again. Looking now at your wrist he frowned as he watched the blood trickle through the fabric and down to your hand.

“Y/n you're bleeding?” He stated yet confused of course of the how when you pulled your wrist away beginning to limp again down the aisle.

“It’s in your other arm too I can treat them for you-“

“I already told you, I don’t need your help Jungkook-“

“I don’t care about how or why you're bleeding because it’s none of my business and I can respect your privacy but you are bleeding in my store after hours which is something my grandpa would definitely kill me for. He seems to take a liking to so let’s do each other a solid?” The boy said as he walked up to you staring down at you with a faint smile. You scoffed walking out of the store only to stop and sit at one of the tables leaving Jungkook to only watch.

“Are you going to stop my bleeding or what?” You asked, growing impatient as the boy nodded, disappearing into one of the aisles to get what he would need. Quickly walking out with the needed materials he sat down across you laying them on the table. Gesturing for you to bring your arm you held on to your sleeve looking down before rolling up your sleeve and extending it to him. HIs gaze softened taking in the different scars that painted your arm in silence as you only looked away, taking away your arm rolling down the sleeve.

“Hey it’s ok don’t worry about it.” Jungkook said, holding out his hand waiting for your arm as you rolled your sleeve back up, extending your arm to him once again. Dipping the cloth into the ointment you looked at the brands that were foreign to you and wondered if they would hurt as much as the ones you normally used.

“Grandpa always used this ointment when I was little. He says it’s the best of the best.” Jungkook smiled, beginning to imitate his grandpa’s raspy voice. As he applied the ointment you winced in pain feeling the cold cloth hit your skin. Jungkook uttered soft “im sorrys” as he continued to dab the ointment over your cuts. With not much to do in the unwanted situation you paid attention to how focused and cautious he was applying the ointments. Thinking back to the first time you met the boy and how strange it is whenever you two run into each other, how you’re somehow always in need of help.

“Aaand done.” He said after passing the cloth against the last bloody cut which also stopped your thinking.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, turning over to his left rummaging through the box stifling his laughter before showing a selection of band-aids to you. You rolled your eyes looking at the different kiddy-like designs the boy laid out for you to pick from.

“I personally would take the Hello kitty one. She's quite popular nowadays.” The boy teased as you glared at him getting ready to leave when he took a hold of the tips of your fingers causing you to stop.

“They aren’t necessary, it's a waste of time and money.” You muttered pulling your fingers back when he moved to the end of the seat and closer to where you were standing.

“Just this once they’ll heal twice as fast. Please?” He almost begged looking up into your eyes as his dark orbs twinkled with some sort of innocence or in the way he held onto the tiny packs. Sighing you skimmed at the options and tapped on the spider man covered band-aids taking a seat once again.

“Quiet the fitting choice for a tough cookie huh?” He teased again, smiling brightly to counter the narrowing of your eyes towards him.

“Ok champ your all set.” The boy grinned letting go of your arm again now leaving you to roll your sleeves down as he walked back into the store. Nodding and shoving your hands into your pockets you turned facing the dark road. Before you had the chance to leave you were again stopped by the boy who called out your name while hurrying out of the shop causing you to sigh again as your drowsiness was at its peak.

Holding a small black bag to you, you looked down and back up letting your eyebrows show your confusion.

“Uh ointments just in case you need any.” He said scratching his nape with his free hand as you stood there feeling your pockets for any money when you were interrupted by the boy who took your hand softly and placed the black bag in your hand. Looking up at him to meet his dark orbs silence rung through the area leaving you both to just look back at each other.

“Right it’s pretty late, you should get home soon and safely.” He said letting go of your hand only to find the back of his neck again. Nodding your head slowly you shoved your hand back into your pocket turning to leave when you turned back to the boy giving him a small bow. Shaking his head slowly the boy waved walking back into the store after collecting the contents left on the table.

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After sneaking through the black gates and practically rock climbing the side of the house to land back into the sanctuary you let out a heavy sigh. Changing out of the stained sweater and into a fresh hoodie and shorts you noticed that the spider-man band-aid had peeled off probably when you took the sweater off. Grabbing the black bag you walked into the bathroom looking over to the mirror. Finding much more than ointments in the bag you bit your cheek looking at the hello kitty band-aids Jungkook threw in the bag. Opening the package you peeled the band-aid covering off and laid it where the Spider-Man band-aid previously was.

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Chapter 3

Author's Note➹: Hope chapter 2 is feeling much more lengthy and carries the volume I intended but here she is! I want to thank you guys for all the love and support you guys have been giving the series when it’s just gotten started. There was a slight delay with releasing chapter 2, so I ended up having to move the release day to Friday, but I hope the chapter was worth the wait. As always, any suggestions or ideas you guys have for the series or any future fics you want to read my asks are always open as well as comments! Let me know your hot takes on chapter 2 in the comments and I’ll see you guys in chapter 3! - ♡ Vynnie

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fandomizer · 1 year

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I'm OK

Avengers x teen! reader

Captain America x adopted! Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x teen! Reader

Male oc! x teen! Reader

TW: Death, Blood, Killing, Neglection, Swear words, Drug use, Underage drinking, Not proof read, A bit of insult? And someone making fun of anorexia?

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𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: Broken

[Cross-Drug pt:2]

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"... Aaand this is your room. You like it?" the woman with pink flowers on her blue dress asked to the teen girl who was dressed in all black. When the woman saw the misarable look in her face she continued "The dinner will be served in an hour, so why don't you unpack your things?"

"Whatever." [Y/N] murmured after looking around one last time.

"If you need anything I'll be downstairs." without saying anything she went to her new bed which had purple blankets on and put her brown holdall on it. Then she turned around to see if that woman was still with her and to her liking, she wasn't.

[Y/N] was laying on her side when she heard someone knocking on the door right before that someone came in her room uninvited. "Ms. Eloise asked me to say the dinner is ready." a girl a lot younger than [Y/N] said with a cheerful voice.

"I'm not hungry."

"I don't think she will buy that." she said giggling. "My name is Daisy, by the way." when the older girl didn't respond, the little one's smile dropped. [Y/N], who had seen this said. "[Y/N]."

"Nooow, you are coming with me!" Daisy's excited shout made [Y/N] look at her with wide eyes. "Come ooon!" Daisy whined after trying and failing miserably at draging her out of the bed.

"Umm, no." [Y/N]'s voice came out more stark than she meant it to, but this would work too. "And please, just leave me alone." and with that Daisy was no longer seeing her face.

Did only [Y/N] straighten up when she heard the door close. [Y/N] could hear Ms. Eloise's voice. She was climbing the stairs.

Are you scared of what's to come?

"[Y/N]." Speaking of the devil.

"Yes, Ms. Eloise." annoyed [Y/N] said.

Ms. Eloise stood at the door with her back against the doorframe. "Why don't you come down to eat with us?"

"Like I've said to your little minion before I'm not hungry."

"Firstly you can't be mean like that just because you're sad. And secondly if you really aren't hungry you don't have to eat. But here we have some rules and one of them is to attend the dinner table for all meals."

"What if we're sick?" [Y/N] asked sassily. "'Cause if it's all it takes I don't feel so good."

"Everyone's sick here [Y/N], that's why we have this rule." Ms. Eloise said copying her sassy tone. "Now, get up."

If you leave then who will the next one be?

[Y/N] was an observer as the thing she did had required it. There were eight people at the table with her. "Another anorexic, huh?" a black long wavy haired girl said.

[Y/N] cut in as Ms. Eloise was about to say something. "Wow, that was a low blow even for– Sorry what was your name again? Oh, wait you didn't say it as you were too busy assuming things."

"So you've got anger issues too. Ohh~ What a combo."

"Sandra that's enough!" the boy who was sitting next to the guesser told sharply. His black hair was covering his eyes, especially his left eye, but not enough for [Y/N] to not see what color they were. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown, not too light nor too dark. A perfect tone that fit his looks well.

"Please let Sandra finish."

"You think you are cool?" a smirked formed on [Y/N]'s lips to that.

"I hella am."

"You little–"

"Kids that's enough!" Ms. Eloise's shout made everyone shut up and look at their plates. Everyone except for the boy whose eyes drifted to [Y/N] from time to time.

Will he do the same or will he let you see?

"Lights out in five!" again, Ms. Eloise's voice reached to every corner of the building. [Y/N] got changed into her brown pj's with bunny ears on the hood of it. She looked at her reflection which no longer looked like her with black circles under her [E/C] eyes. She took the part of the blanket in her right hand and began to pull at it till it was enough for her to slip under it. She laid her eyes on the white ceiling.

It was comforting. The blankets, the bed, the darkness and the silence. Then the calming moment was ruined by four knocks on the door. "I jinxed it as always." she mumbled to herself then added "Come in." it was much louder than her mumble for obvious reasons.

"Hewwo! I just wanted say good night! Sooooo, good night [Y/N]!" Daisy came and go within seconds. [Y/N] for a second thought that the little girl sounded so cute saying 'Hewwo!' reminding her her old self. Those innocent, pure and easy times. Shaking her head, she returned to her staring competition with the ceiling.

"Twank you so much for choosing me. I won't let you down, sir captain." a little girl with [H/C] hair said, sounding so polite whilst doing so.

"Yeah sure, uhh it's nothing kid." his voice came out so stern which made the little one a bit scared.

...

"This is her?"

"Yes." [Y/N] was standing there looking around with her big curious [E/C] eyes.

...

"Dusk, come with us."

"Dusk?" [Y/N]'s little voice was so pure and full with curiosity as she asked so. The red head could feel the emotional weight taking it's place in her. Guilt. That's what she felt. Guilt.

...

"Dusk, we need you to hack them. Can you do that?" the bow man said after he put a file of people who they needed hacked in front of [Y/N], who was twelve years old.

"Sure can do."

...

"I don't think I'm suitable for field missions tho'" [Y/N] who was going to be sixteen years old in a week.

"I don't remember asking your opinion!"

"I'm just saying that my powers have no use in battle field. In the end I can only control technology." she was getting more annoyed with the Avengers every passing day.

"Why can't you just do as you are told?!" with that her adoptive father got out of the room.

You don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore

From there it was just bits and pieces. First smithereens of glass were flying to [Y/N].

Then a man with a gas mask approached her.

A rope. A gun.

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

A knife with a bloody edge

Hands covered in red

Doesn't feel okay

Feeling like everything is fake

No one is around

So the drugs are the only way.

Drugs are the on–

With a loud shaky breath [Y/N]'s eyes snapped open. She put her hand on her so fast pounding heart. She looked around in paranoia checking every corner of the room, after the sixth time did she then stopped looking and closed her eyes to try and take control of herself.

She got out of the bed then her room and made a beeline to kitchen to get a cup of water. She was about to get back upstairs when she heard singing coming from the porch.

"You are broken on the floor

And you're crying, crying"

She slowly made her way to living room's window, peeking from the window to see who this mysterious singer was. She was shocked to say any least when she saw the boy with pretty eyes.

"He has done this all before

But you're lying, lying"

She went to door and froze in place, left hand holding onto the door knob when heard the next lines.

"To yourself, that he'll find help

That he will change to someone else"

These lyrics sounded familiar. Too familiar for her liking. Without her knowledge she had opened the door as quite and slow as a turtle would.

"Standing by the door

Looking fasci-fascinated

Didn't meet before

Nice to, nice to see 'ya

Maybe you

Should come out off the dark

Wondering if I'm OK

Changing the lyrics for myself

And watching me for more

Waiting for more"

"You can come here, you know?" the boy's voice was as pretty as his eyes if not better. [Y/N] didn't expect to get caught this early but not everything could go as she wanted. "Hi." the boy added after she moved out of the darkness of the house.

"Hi." [Y/N] said shyly and to that a smile formed on the boy's face.

"Why are you up this early?" the boy asked teasingly.

"Could ask the same." [Y/N] answered without losing a beat.

"Touché." his sweet smile turned into a bigger one as he stood up from his sitting-point. "Name's Ean." stretching out his hand for a shake said 'Ean'.

"[Y/N]." she returned his handshake having no idea what this was the start of.

But you're broken on the floor

Still asking him for more

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I hope you liked it.

I know this part didn't have avengers in it but this had to be done if I am gonna write a part 3.

Sooooo, Pt3?

Oh, and sorry 'Cuz I don't know how this note things work.

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Every Other Weekend, Part 8

Summary: You have an unexpected visitor

Pairings: Captain Syverson X Reader, TJ Hammond X Jack O’Malley X Callum Drive

Rating: mild

Warnings: mild language, mentions of stalking and harassment, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.8K

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“Hey?” You hear TJ’s voice, but you continue mindlessly loading the dishwasher. The events of that day hadn’t left your mind. They were so fresh, and still so real.

“Hello?” It wasn’t just the chase which had scared you into deleting that fucking app, but it was afterwards. You had tried to push aside the feelings you had for Jack. Didn’t want to give him that kind of power over you yet. But seeing him be openly supportive of you, never questioning your motives, never making you feel guilty, and even standing up to his mother; it was something you didn’t think you would ever see.

TJ says your full name, and you stop your motions, staring at him, but he was all blurry. It was like looking at him through a filter, so you blink your eyes a few times, and fully focus on him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. I am fine. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“That sounded like someone that was fine,” TJ answers sarcastically, curling his nose up, looking at you. “Hey, what’s going on through your pretty little head?”

You shrug, going back into that weird halfway awake world. A world you can go through the motions, but you aren't fully alert. “What are we doing today?” TJ hisses through his teeth and you whine a moment, “What?”

“We aren’t doing anything?”

“Why?”

“You know why. This is the annual men’s shopping day.”

You roll your eyes starting to walk back into your bedroom, “It’s fucking October. Do it another day.”

“Can’t. Your baby daddy and Cal suck at buying gifts. So Teej is there to help them.”

You know it’s wrong to do, but you pout up at him, trying to get tears to fill your eyes, and he actually laughs, “But you’re my best friend.”

“We’ve been doing this since you were pregnant with Finn. They suck at gifts. I had to help them. Besides, Finn looks forward to this, too. And We’re taking Brody.”

“You guys are mean. I wanted to drink beer and watch movies with you.”

“Come with us then,” you shake your head no. Not that you didn’t want to go, but because TJ helped them with gifts every year, and it had became their thing. Even when Finn couldn’t talk, those three always went shopping with a baby. Taking turns carrying him on the chest while he giggled, squealed, and sometimes cried. Even if you had to get him because he needed his mama. They never missed this. They tried to get it done earlier, in case they had to go again at a later date. Plus, seeing Jack in that familiar setting again was going to make the feelings swirling around you that much worse, and you were already struggling to set that boundary. “You don’t have to fight it.”

“Ugh,” you start to protest, but thankfully the doorbell has you going back to the front door, with TJ right on your tail. Since that day, he hadn’t let you do anything alone anymore. Ready to say something else to you, but you sling the door open, and look the large man up and down. “Silas? Sylvester?”

“Syverson,” he says, putting his hand out for you to shake, “Sy is fine, too.”

“Why are you here, and how did you know where I lived?” He pulls out your tiny little card wallet that you had on you. Your ID and debit card still stuck in there, it must have fallen out in his backseat when he drove you and Jack to the station. Reaching out to grab it, you thank him quickly. “I should seriously thank you for what you did. Buy you a coffee or something,” TJ clears his throat, and you elbow him in the stomach. “I mean, you did save my life.”

“Uh,” he looks between you and TJ and nods his head, “Okay. We’ll go get some coffee. What about him?”

“He’s going shopping with my son, ex, and his best friend. Teej,” he gives you two solid blinks, and you look back at Sy, “You want to drive or me? Or meet?”

“How about we just meet there? It’ll give you more sense of control.”

“I’m going to grab my coat,” you say walking back towards your room. Leaving Sy out of the porch when TJ corners you.

“What are you doing?”

“Coffee.”

“You’re going on a date with the big man,” You laugh, shaking your head even more. “Keep your locations on. Head to the coffee shop by the mall, we’ll be there just in case. Do not leave with him. And for Christ sake keep it in your pants.”

“I didn’t sleep with Jax.”

“When did you have time?”

“I don’t want to have sex,” TJ smirks at you, and you nudge his arm. “Stop that.”

“You don’t want to have sex, because you’re waiting on Jack’s thick cock to rail into you,” you give him another nudge on his arm, and start to walk away. “It’s okay. Make him jealous. Do what you need to do, but that man is in it now. If you want his cock that bad, you could have it. You’ve got him simping for you now. I’ll lock up. Enjoy your coffee with that giant man.”

This is not a date, you send to TJ. Smiling over at Sy. He was a precious man, but this was no date.

What? How is it not a date? Details woman! DETAILS!!!!!!

Thanking him had given Sy the ability to be open and honest with you. It was like his words were pouring out of his mouth before he realized what he was even saying. He wasn’t sure why he felt comfortable with you, possibly the whole saving your life, but he did.

“I don’t know who that man was, but there was something there. And it made me think of my relationship,” someone was always bringing up that there was something there between you and Jack. Like you didn’t know there was. Like you couldn’t feel it. But they didn’t know how you felt during those dark days. They didn’t know how you felt like just a common whore for him to use.

“So you got a fiance? Girlfriend?” You give him a kind smile, sipping your coffee, anything to move the direction away from Jack.

“Girlfriend. A few years actually. She…She’s been amazing during my tours. Waited for me until I got back, and I only give her part of me. Never all that she deserves.”

“Why?”

He rolls his fingers on the table before scratching at his beard. Leaning back more into the seat as he looks up at you, “Army man. I always leave.”

“I feel if she’s been with you for a few years she knows this about you. She wants something more serious, and you’re holding back?”

“Yeah. She started talking about babies, and marriage, and I want that. But she deserves more than me. Our kids would deserve more than me. I love her. But when is love enough? What if she finds someone else, while I’m on tour. Or if I get killed. I left her and a kid behind.”

“Hmm, you’ve thought about kids with her?” He nods his head. He was precious. He was asking the right questions, and clearly wanted a woman’s perspective without talking to his girlfriend, even though it involved her. “I think, if she didn’t understand those risks, she wouldn’t have hung around. I think her mentioning kids and marriage is because she wants the long run with you, come what may. I’m not going to pretend to understand the ins and outs of dating someone military, but if a woman has stayed with you through that while dating, she’s made her decision. Can you see her having that with someone else?”

His eyes darken, and he lets out a bit of a grunting no, “Then why are you punishing her and yourself?”

Jack stops in his tracks, looking over the parking lot. He had studied you enough to know that it was you sitting with that man. He gives his head a scratch, looking back at Finn and Brody as they take an arcade break. The two boys were playing some racing game, “How the hell did she find him?”

“Who? What? Is that?” Cal squints his eyes looking over to the two of you, and Sy grabs your cup, standing up with it, while the both of you walk back inside. “He’s a giant. He’s bigger than me. She comes up to right here on me,” he taps his arm below his shoulder, making sure that Jack saw him. Noting how you were even shorter compared to Sy.

“It’s not a date.”

“That’s not even her type. Clearly my wife has a type. We all look the same.”

Cal’s eyes roam up and down Jack’s body. Laughing because he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. Trying to see if you were touching him, you were not. See if you were laughing, no, but you were smiling. Seeing if you did that thing where you leaned into his body, no you weren’t.

“Yeah, basic white man that wears a bunch of clothes. A bit scruffy, and a bit of messy hair.”

“It’s not a date,” TJ groans again, only looking at the two boys. Getting annoyed at Jack’s constant need to punish himself by watching you anytime he saw you with another man. “She deleted the app.”

“I can’t compete with that. He also has an accent.”

“He probably thinks you have an accent,” Cal reminds him. The two of you emerge from the coffee shop with more coffee in tow, and even an extra cup, and pastries. “He likes coffee.”

“It’s because it’s not a date. His girlfriend is about to join them.”

“What?” Jack finally says looking towards TJ, “What do you know?”

“I know that he returned her ID and debit card. She offered coffee. She texted and said this wasn’t a date, that the man was having a crisis with his girlfriend. Oop,” he looks down at his phone, but chooses not to divulge that information. Anyone around you and Jack knew that you two were completely and madly in love. And the conversations with Sy had made you feel that even more.

“What?”

“Nope. Best friend confidentiality. Jack. Your phone is going off again,” Jack looks down at his phone, but shoves it back in his pocket. His eyes dart around the arcade, spotting his son before he lets out a dramatic sigh. “Jack?”

“We can’t let Finn and Brody out of our sight.”

“I haven't’ looked away from them. We’ve been told we’ll be castrated if anything happens to Finn. Who is texting you?” TJ tries to grab at Jack’s phone, but he swats his hand away. “Jack?”

“Robyn. She won’t fucking leave me alone. I block her number only for her to get a new one. I told her we were through. She didn’t take it well. And since she saw Sharkie at the precinct and left with me, and saw that I didn’t leave our house, it’s gotten worse.”

“She saw you. At your house. That you and your wife share. And she knows you didn’t leave. Give me the phone,” Jack shakes his head no, and TJ holds out his hand, “Give it to me.”

“Why?”

“Harassment and stalking are illegal. And why are you saying that we need to watch the boys? Is she threatening our son? I’m using the word our, because if you mess with Finn, you get more than just you, but you get TJ and Cal. Give me the damn phone,” Jack hands him his phone, and TJ flips through the back to back messages. Checking to see how many numbers Jack had blocked. “She works at the DA’s office?”

“Yep.”

“Hmm, maybe it’s time for good ole Judge Hammond to make an appearance. Mom was talking the other day of how she misses her only grandson since me and Dougie won’t give her any,” Jack shakes his head no, mentioning something about losing her job. “She’s here and she’s watching Finn. Oh lookie there, another message about how she sees your ‘cunt wife with another man because she’s a psycho whore’. She doesn’t deserve that job. She’s standing around watching us. My mom can allude to charges, if she doesn’t go away quietly. This bitch could ruin your marriage for good.”

“You can’t use your mom and dad to do your evil deeds,” Cal smiles, nodding his head because he knew that Elaine Hammond would do anything to protect Finn.

“But having a prolific family that has claimed Finn as their own grandchild has its perks. He’s right Jack,” Cal looks over their surroundings. Seeing if he could spot the bitch herself, “This woman is crazy. She’s escalating because you’re ignoring her. Let Elaine make an appearance at the office with you and Finn. Robyn will understand how protected you guys are. I would assume she knows that Bud is a senator, too. Everyone knows Judge Hammond.”

“Yeah, fine,” Jack says as he walks over to the boys. Telling them that time was up, and they needed to continue on their shopping trip. Looking back quickly to your table, and can’t help, but smile. There you were standing up hugging some woman before she sits down beside Sy. Her hand resting on his thigh, while the other rubs on his back. This wasn’t a date. And now he could leave without the doom that covered his head with each date.

“And he just pulled you off that motorcycle?” The second you nod your head, Chelsea was turning to look up at her boyfriend with her eyes glowing. “Babe, I knew it was good to have you around,” there was something that was so precious about watching her and him constantly have their hands on each other.

She completely ignores her coffee and pastry as she rubs over his thigh and back. His own mitt sized hand on the thigh that was furthest away from him, pulling her body closer to his. Even with his fears of leaving her behind, he didn’t want her far away from him. Leaning into her body to kiss right behind her ear, and you look down at the table to give them privacy.

“So what’s your story?” She asks excitedly after having to push him away. “You knew the cops that were chasing the motorcycle?”

“Yeah, he’s my…estranged husband. Divorce hasn’t been finalized yet.”

“Oh,” Chelsea looks up at Sy confused. “I thought…I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

“We’re on good terms,” you feel your mood start to change, but there was something cathartic about talking to strangers about your relationship, or lack there of. “I’ve been dating around, but…I keep searching for him. They have one quality of him. The look, the passion, but they’re never him. We’re just…not good. We’ve been better since the split. He’s a great father.”

“Oh! A kid! How old?” Chelsea looks up at Sy, her eyes grow a bit distant, and leans over on his shoulder. “I love kids. Kindergarten teacher. I can’t help it,” her caressing of his thigh slows down, before completely stopping, “I want kids,” Sy clears his throat, whispering something in her ear.

“What was that?” Not that they owed you an explanation on what was being said, but you were of course curious. The more children issue was always one of yours and Jack’s biggest.

“We’re talking about you. How old is your kid?”

“He’s seven,” you loved your son. Would have loved to have more just like him. Your sweetest baby was not much of a baby anymore. Growing up too fast. “Almost eight. He’s the reason we got married. Jack — he didn’t want to tell his mom we were expecting, and not married. So we had a shotgun wedding.”

She pulls a hand off Sy, extending it over the table, “You still love him though,” there was no question to it. She was making a clear statement. “I see it in your eyes. So you’re dating around, why?”

“Chels.”

“No, I feel like when someone saves your life, you’re bound together forever. And seeing how we are bound together, too, well, we’re all connected. Why are you refusing to date your husband?”

You take a slow sip of your coffee, trying to find the best way to articulate your feelings. It definitely wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with Jack. Hell, each day that passed you wanted to be with him more than ever. “You’re afraid he’s going to hurt you again?”

“Yeah, and I need to know that is who I want. In a moment of vulnerability we’re great. He’s great, but there are times I remember the ugly. Times that I remember how low I felt. I would rather things be like this between me and him, and my child not having to hear us argue. The only thing he wishes is that Jack was there in the mornings, or that I was at his dad’s in the morning. It’s not just me I’m looking out for. Even in dating. I did the stupid dates that I knew wouldn’t work. They couldn’t be what I needed and Finn needed. Now, if I date, they’re going to have to be genuine, and I need them to want me and my son. And deal with an ex-husband. But back to you guys. How did you two meet?”

“Miss Stone,” Elaine emphasizes ‘miss’ as she walks up to Robyn’s desk. “I asked you to gather some files for me. Did you happen to get them,” Robyn puts on her sickeningly sweet smile as she hands over the files to Elaine. She never liked Robyn. After a phone call from her son, she liked her even less. She knew there was something off and cloying about her.

Elaine’s perfectly manicured hands tap on the counter, looking at her annoyed with how slow she was going, “TJ!” She squeals as her son walks into the office. “Finny!” The little boy runs up to her, hugging her around her waist. Robyn looks up from her desk at Jack, before she nervously looks back down.

“Jack, how’s your little problem going? You need me to point you in the right direction of a lawyer? Stalking and harassment are serious charges,” Robyn clears her throat, before standing and walking towards the break room, “Is everything okay Miss Stone?”

“Yeah,” she squeaks out. “Everything is fine, Judge Hammond. I”m just going to take an early break.”

“You do that, dear. Finny, how about your handsome dad and beautiful uncle TJ take your Yiyi to work?”

“I can say your name now, Yiyi.”

“Please don’t. When you make yourself older, I feel older,” she winks up at Jack, pulling the man closer to her as TJ chases Finn out to the car. “If she makes one more call or text to your phone, or you see her near my grandson and your wife again, I’ll get Andy to slap every charge on her that I can. You got yourself into a mess with a crazy one. But I applaud you for blocking her. It’s never easy to get rid of the crazy ones. She saw you coming, Jack. She played you a fool, and it’s costing you your marriage. But you can fix it. There is still time for my favorite love birds, plus, you kinda make these beautiful kids, and I’m not getting any younger, and my boys aren’t giving me any kids, and neither is Cal, so make this work. And give us all a baby.”

Jack smiles sheepishly, stuttering as they walk out of the building, “Jackson O’Malley, don’t you want to fully be able to enjoy a pregnancy? See her swollen with your child, and you get to enjoy every minute of it? Have her cutting men’s hair with you growing inside of her? You can deny it, but as much as you love your son, you telling me you haven’t ever thought about another one?”

“I’ve always been afraid I’d screw them up,” Elaine scoffs, looking at Jack. Rolling her eyes, and then she looks back at Finn laughing as TJ tries to tickle him.

“You and her made a happy baby. One that has remained pretty happy despite everything that was going on. That kid — he’s a product of the two of you. And your village, and I am so happy to be a part of that village. Jack, we all screw our kids up in some way. But that’s life. We just help them learn how to navigate those difficult times, and somehow you two have managed to do that with Finn. You have made this separation as smooth as possible for him. But there’s still hope for you two. I’m not saying my adopted daughter is finished with dating. I’m saying she’s going to date until she finds someone that she thinks could replace you. That’s why they’ve failed. Head high. Keep reminding her of why she fell in love. And let’s go eat.”

“Thanks, Elaine,” Jack was sincere in his words. Elaine was a mother to all of them, and always had the most sound advice. She never let her emotions get too involved. She spoke diplomatically, and if she believed that it could work out. It could. “And besides, Santa Cal will be coming in a few months. Finn is convinced that Cal actually knows Santa.”

“Hmm,” Elaine shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe. How about, you tell Cal to meet us for lunch. And just feed me. I’m getting hungry and have a meeting in an hour. If I’m hungry, I’m angry. I’d really hate to see your mistake when I’m angry. I won’t wait for her to text or call.”

Jack shoots a quick text to Cal before yelling to Finn and TJ. He opens the door for Elaine, before walking to the other side. He wasn’t sure why, possibly the finality of Robyn’s harassment, or the fact he did believe that the two of you had a chance, but he had a calm surrounding him. Had thoughts of renewing your vows, maybe even getting a real wedding this time. Thoughts of bringing up the subject of kids to you — if you were both aware you were back together.

He looks back at Finn in the mirror quickly, he really was an awesome kid. He had to take some credit in that, even if you were the one that deserved most the credit. Knowing that you had deleted the dating app, made him feel more comfortable with your safety, but also in knowing you were just about over the dating, or so he hoped.

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peaxhxhair · 2 years

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Hostage || Berlin

Pairing: Berlin x Male (Teacher) Reader

Warnings: Guns, mentions of death(+Murder), spit, etc. (Please tell me if there's anything else)

Summary: M/n isn't very happy with being kept captive

Word Count: 1.6k

Authors Note: Here's part two for whoever's interested

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“Alright kids, in we go!” I called as I led the group of teenagers into the Mint. Originally, I hadn’t intended on being a chaperone for our school’s field trip, however I had been convinced at the last minute by one of my co-workers, so here I am. Luckily, I didn’t have to bother teaching them anything, since the school had booked some kind of tour.

I was currently standing behind the group, making sure that no one wandered off before the tour ended. I wasn’t at all interested in the tour, but their actual teacher seemed to be, so I wasn’t that bothered about paying attention. Sometimes I wonder whether tours like this are educational if no one’s really listening.

~~~

“Anne, don’t wander off please” I called as I spotted our newest student walking away from the group, in a completely different direction.

“Just going to the bathroom” She answered when she actually turned to look at me. She looked a little embarrassed that she got caught, and I almost laughed at the look on her face. I had a feeling that she didn’t really need to go, but I wasn’t about to stop her. As long as we know where she is, then there isn’t really a problem.

“Alright. We’ll all be in the main area, meet us there when you’re ready” I said, and she nodded in agreement before finally walking off to find the nearest bathroom. I felt a little unsure of letting her go alone, but it would be weird if I offered to go with her. Hopefully she’ll find us easy enough…

~~~

Our group was now looking at old photos of money, and what the mint used to look like. The kids seemed a lot more interested in taking photos than paying attention to whatever was being said, and I had to agree with them. At least I’m being paid to be here.

Though, as everyone gathered around the boards full of photos, the sound of gunshots interrupted our peace. Now, I’m not saying that any amount of gunshots is normal, but this was too many. Way too many. The lights flickered as we all began to panic about what was going on, and some of the students began to run. Those of us who didn’t ended up getting cornered by some guys in white masks that were holding guns. Now, this could be a reason why I didn’t want to come on this field trip, but who was I to know our lives would be at risk.

~~~

Soon enough, we were all gathered up and blindfolded, which I didn’t like at all. Do what you want with me, but I wanna be able to see.

We were all put into lines, and in the moments of panic, I felt one of the students beside me grab my hand. I wasn’t about to tell them off, since I kind of needed a hand to hold right now too. So, I kept their hand in mine as we waited for something to happen.

I don’t know how long we stood there for, but it felt like an eternity. At some point we heard a lot of shuffling, or I suppose you could call it struggling. They must have found Anne…At least she’s safe, and alive.

“Hello everyone, I’m the one in charge here” Someone eventually spoke up, and the room seemed even more tense at the sound of the guy's voice. “I apologise for the inconvenience, but you’re now our hostages” He continued, and everyone seemed to cower at the idea of being kept captive by these people. I didn’t. If they wanted to kill us, they could have already done so. There’s no real reason to be scared, at least…Not yet. Who knows what they’ll come up with while we’re trapped in here.

The guy started speaking about obeying rules, which I had no problem with. Though, the idea that they couldn’t hurt us for whatever reason made me want to mess with them. Sure, I might get shot, but I wanna have some fun before I die.

They then made us give up all of our stuff, which I wasn’t too pleased with, but I complied nonetheless. I didn’t really have much, just my phone and a bunch of pens in case some of the kids needed one. I don’t know what they’re gonna do with our stuff, so if anything I’m glad that I hadn’t brought anything else. Though, as we all dumped our stuff into the bins that were presented to us, a phone rang from across the room, which made everyone jump. We were then all made to wait while some woman was forced to answer the phone.

~~~

We were eventually allowed to take off our blindfolds, and I basically ripped that thing off of my face, finally getting to see properly again.

“We’re all trapped inside the same building here, which means we have to work together” That guy started up again, and I scoffed at his words, earning a nudge in the rubs from a guy I had never met. He was wearing a suit, so I assumed he was a worker in the Mint, and not a visitor like my group was. I winced as his elbow connected to my ribs, and I nudged him back a bit harder as some form of a warning.

“Problem?” I heard from in front of me as I attempted to argue with the guy beside me, who had now stiffened up at the voice that had addressed us. Sure, it probably wasn’t the best time to argue, but I needed to do something rather than just standing and doing absolutely nothing. When I finally turned to look at the guy in red, I almost laughed.

“Yeah, obviously” I answered, my eyebrows furrowing as I glared at him. There was no point lying to the guy, since he knew that he was part of the main problem. We were pretty much the same height, which made him seem a little less intimidating than what he probably hoped.

“We would appreciate it if you listened when we’re talking” He looked a little surprised at my answer at first, but he didn’t actually do much about my brewing attitude.

“Is your ego damaged ‘cuz I won’t listen?” I asked, choosing to mock him instead of doing what he wanted me to. I knew he couldn’t hurt me, even if he wanted to, and that knowledge made it a lot easier for me to stand up for myself.

“You’re going to listen or one of us is gonna shoot you” He said after a brief moment of contemplation, pointing the gun he was holding against my side. I could feel the cool metal through the fabric of my shirt, and it would’ve made me shiver if I wasn’t so focused on his face. I didn’t really believe his words, and when he finally stopped talking, I spit in his face.

The way he flinched when my spit hit his face made my lips curl into a smirk, and I had to stop myself from laughing as he finally walked away. The rest of his little team all pointed their guns at me, although we were all surprised when he waved them off.

~~~

They’re making us print money. They’re making us all do the work for them, like we’re in a prison. We kind of are, but I still don’t like it. I had to work through the night, and when I finally got to relax, it was short lived. They then made us help dig an escape route. Dunno why I have to help though, since I’m not gonna be the one using it. Though, I suppose it was nice to see our ‘team leaders’ fighting with the director of the Mint.

When they finally let us take a break, they presented us with food. I didn’t think that I could continue working without it, so I was grateful that now was the time they had given it to us.

Everyone was gathered around the main area, lined up beside some tables where our current sheds were standing. They handed us trays of food, and I honestly wondered why I’m eating better in a hostage situation than I do at home. Eating instant noodles everyday was normal for me, so being handed a tray full of food was actually quite nice.

“Sir? Do you think we’ll get out of here alive?” One of my students asked as I sat down near our group. I had to take a second to swallow the rice that I had already shoved into my mouth, before answering.

“Yeah, Definitely” I answered, and it was obvious that they didn’t believe my words. “It seems like they’re not allowed to kill anyone.” I continued, and they all began whispering amongst themselves as I glanced over at where most of the robbers were sitting on the main stairs. Though, I stiffened when I locked eyes with one of them, only really noticing that it was Berlin after a few seconds.

He ended up raising his hand to wave at me, and I scoffed at the smug action, before showing him my middle finger in response, then looking back towards my group in an attempt to ignore him. The feeling of his eyes on the back of my head was unsettling, though.

“I reckon he likes you” Anne joked from a bit away from me, and I chuckled at her words, not really believing it at first.

“And I reckon you’re going insane.” I answered, which made her laugh. Though, her words did make me question the criminal for a moment, glancing back towards the stairs, only to find that he was still looking at me.

I chose to ignore what Anne said, although I will admit that the guy has a nice face…It's a shame that he's a dick.

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ayoharuko · 2 years

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~Genshin Impact bf headcanons~

Hello hello this is my first ever post that is about uhm something? And yea about the boys now this will be in parts this one is part 1 about the Monstadt guys and the second one might be posted tomorrow? idk depends...i have school and homework to do soo it really depends.

Now this will contain headcanons, nicknames, voice line about you(when traveler asks about you) and an voice line about them talking to you. ALSO what tpye of bf I think they would be!

There might be spelling and grammar errors so beware and sorry. and this is from my notes and I wanna share it! of course might be cringe or occ sorry about that...

Anyways I hope you enjoy this!

(Mondstadt Boys)

Diluc Of Mondstadt (Diluc Ragnvindr)

~Overprotective Boyfriend~

Yea that's right...he's overprotective REALLY overprotective like he doesn't let you go home alone at night... We all know there's a reason behind this behavior of he's so he has ptsd about it.... If he's too overbearing and protective sometimes it leads to fights between you both...which is quickly solved the next day.

I believe in the saying that he sings or hums to you when you guys are taking a nap/sleep.

Let's you style he's hair...even If it's...too much..he will wear it with pride when he goes somewhere or the tavern, he just doesn't have the heart to ruin it..because YOU did it. Feel bad for someone who comments about he's hair-. Now I think he's used to it tho...since when he's baby sitting Klee she also likes to style he's hair.

Buys you flowers. Red roses to be specific with

He likes holding your hand or you holding he's arm in public that's probably the only pda I imagine him doing in public.

Definitely gives you he's coat when your cold and it's sooo warm~

When he goes to he's nightly duties. He sometimes comes hom with wounds/injuries of course when you catch him returning it results in you treating him and scolding him.

He knows he's sometimes hard to love...so he appreciates how patient you are with him :)

That's why to him even if he's a Pyro user your the fire who lights up he's world💕

Nicknames:Darling, love, sweetheart and my world

Voice lines about you: "Huh? What about y/n? Are they alright? Are they ok? Are they-. Oh...don't scare me like that traveler...what? Can I not worry about my lover?"

When he talks to you: "My love...my world...please understand...i..im sorry if I'm too overbearing and protective sometimes... I just....dont wanna lose you..."

Calvary Captain "No horses" (Kaeya Alberich)

~Flirty Boyfriend~

This boy has NO SLAME like whenever yall are out on a date he kisses you in public, flirts with you and the thing he loves the most is.... teasing you. He thinks your cute when your red🤦‍♀️

He flirts back with other people for fun because he likes to see you jealous thinks your cute when your mad (jerk)

You guys have makeouts in alleyways....

He's the only one who can tease you and see your cute reactions....if someone else does...well...pray for them-

Definitely flirts with you when he's drunk, Like the cheesey pick up lines too😂

Also sometimes forgets about you too being a couple when he's drunk so he just flirts with you as if you guys met for the first time

Flirts with you infront of Diluc to piss him off hahaha-

Boy is a SLUT and SIMP for you. FIGHT ME👿

But over-all he really loves you alot...it takes time for him to actually trust you. And he prefers not to tell he's dark secret...since he's afraid of losing you...

He has nightmares about he's homeland and about you.... When you don't wake up he holds you close to him praying you'll not leave him...

He's very open on pda

Imagine a accidental confession because he was drunk...it would either be cute or hot-

To him your the fire that breaks he's icey walls.

Nicknames:Babe, baby and hottie

Voice line about you: "Hm..what? I seen distracted? haha...so you noticed...im thinking about a...certain someone. You think it's y/n? why why...your right~ I am thinking about them...."

When he talks to you: "Heyyy there hottie~ what? I'm not drunk~! Anyways are you single? Ehhh your not?? Wait what I'm your boyfriend?? Ohohoh..lucky me~

"Barsabatoes" (Venti)

~Sunshine Boyfriend~

Our favorite tone deaf bard always smiles when he's around you, Like a sun smiling down at you

He definitely takes you on rides on davalin and he has told davalin that if something happens to him...davalin would be the one protecting you.

He sometimes let's the wind blow to you or plays with you with the wind

When your upset/sad he will do ANYTHING to make you smile again... He cherishes your beautiful smile so please smile for him...

Writes songs and poems about you and then sings it infront of everyone infront of he's statue, soo sweet💕

When your gone he asks the traveler where you are or just looks for you

begs you to buy him wine since he's broke-

He sometimes has nightmares about he's friend and when he does... He wakes up with tears falling down he's face... Please comfort him that you won't leave him too...

He makes you promise him you won't leave him early....

He plays he's lyre when you lay your head in he's lap while humming or singing a song to you

I believe that he can still turn into he's old form which is a wind spirit and when he's does(rarely) He flies around you and cuddles into your face, neck or head!. Man in the form seals your money-

You complete he's life because without you he feels as if he's world is windless despite being the anemo archon

Nicknames: My windblume, My muse and my love

Voice line about you: "Hey traveler! Have you seen y/n? No? Aww..i miss them... their only been gone for 2 hours? That's too long!"

When he talks to you: "My dear windblume...my muse...promise me you'll never leave me early....ok? why? Well...who will buy me wine!? ow ow ow...im only half joking...maybe..ehe"

Unlucky Precious Boi (Bennet)

~Insecure Boyfriend~

Sadly I think of him as the inscure tpye... why? well because he knows he's unlucky and he knows it WILL affect you...

So please reasure this poor boy....he needs it

On a normal day you both go on adventures together! Like going on mountains or just doing tasks and commissions

Takes you on campsite in dragonspine and look at the sunset while cuddling in a thick blanket. (MY HEART💘

You help him patch wounds up when he's injured

I can imagine him asking he's dad's for advice (Kaeya and Dliuc)

He's just a cute insecure boy who needs kisses, cuddles and reasurence :)

Nicknames: My goodlucky charm

Voice line about you: "H-How are they Barbara? There doing fine? Oh... thank Barbados...i shouldn't have fed them my soup...my bad luck again..."

When he talks to you: "You really are my Goodluck charm! I-I'm lucky your with me...thanks for sticking with me"

Cute Wolf Boy (Razor)

~Clueless Boyfriend~

By clueless I mean your he's first EVER ONLY love...so he's VERY new to this weird feeling we call love

He takes you haunting with him and cooks you food!

Introduces you to he's wolf family and they love you~ Like imagine you guys and them cuddling all that fluff...omg heaven💕

He probably tells Lisa about you and tells what he's feeling...she giggles at this and tells him he just loves you alot~

He always goes to Lisa to talk about you since he thinks she's very smart and she just gives him advice and teaches him about dates and such things about love.

even if he's technically not a wolf he acts like one...like he likes headpats and when he sees you he's imaginary tail starts wagging.

Since he's vocabulary isn't that good he likes when you guys do things that are quiet. Such as napping under a tree and reading a book while he's laying on your lap.

When you kiss him on the lips he's very confused about it...like he likes it and it makes he's tummy rumble but what is it!?

You explain that it's a "kiss" and now he asks for kisses alot. He definitely has liked you before lol

Protects you alot like he's your feral bodyguard

Likes smelling your scent says that you smell really good

Marks you with he's scent.

Even if he's clueless about love and still learning...he knows that this feeling you make him feel good things as he words it...your he's Lupical he's family that's for sure

Nicknames: Lupical(Nothing else he doesn't understand it)

Voice line about you: "Lisa...whenever Razor talks to y/n...razor feels...weird...is razor sick?"

When he talks to you: "Lisa saids that I razor loves you...huh..why you red? are you ok? huh? you love me too?

Chalk Prince (Albedo)

~Curious Boyfriend~

Albedo is definitely the type to be very curious about this thing humans call love....

He unintentionally makes you blush or flustered but sometimes he does it on purpose😐

When you asked him if he wanted to cuddle he just gave you a confused face. So you explained it to him and when you guys did cuddle he.could.not.get.enough

You guys will be trying different cuddle positions and he notes in he's notepad which one he likes which one he doesn't like

Omg when it was your first kiss it was honestly a accident....you were drunk and he was helping and then your dumbass accidentally kissed him and confessed your feelings🙂👍

He likes kissing you he thinks your lips are soft and perfect like you guys can't go a day without kissing either a peck or making out.

Klee LOVES you alot...more then albedo

You both are CHAOS you guys go fish blasting and albedo just paints the scene while smiling just happy your getting along with he's sister. (even if Jean kills him later)

Your he's muse he will draw you he just can't help it...when you ask him why he just saids that your Beauty has to be painted~

Always tells you how beautiful and perfect you are🥺

You help him in he's lab like pass him things or being he's test subject jkjk-

Makeup and dress time with klee~! May lord Barbados help albedo-

Even if everyday life is chaotic with you and Klee he's happy that he's no longer alone... For him you make him feel human

Nicknames: Love and my muse

Voice line about you: "Hm? Where's y/n? their with Klee fish blasting again.. What? Jeans gonna be mad again? it's alright...I'll handle jean"

When he talks to you: "Just do a simple pose my muse...there...love..your beautiful...love your beauy doesn't rival anything"

That's all everyone!

I'll be posting next part maybe tomorrow depends if I start to feel better and not busy thank you for reading this far and I'm sorry again for any grammar or spelling errors!

Byee see you next time~

#genshin headcanons #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #See you next time!

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taytrashmouth · 1 year

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Shut up.

Robin Buckley x female reader

I had known Robin for about a decade and we’d always been really close but lately it felt like she was pulling away, like she was keeping something from me.

Robin had left work early in the pouring rain after I had asked her to sleepover at my new apartment and watch shitty movies. Normally she loved doing that.

I sighed. “God, do you know what’s wrong with her?” I asked Steve as he handed me videos to pack away onto the top shelf while I stood on the small green stepladder.

He thought for a moment, he knew something I didn’t and I could tell.

“Maybe she’s stressed about finals or something.” He shrugged.

“No way, she’s one of the smartest people I know, and she’s been studying for forever.” I shook my head.

Steve shrugged, fixing his hair.

“Harrington?” I asked.

“Mmm?”

“We’re close right?”

“Yeah, of course, you know that.” He answered.

“Then why won’t you tell me?” I exclaimed, waving a copy of pretty in pink around before putting in its place.

“Because….I just can’t okay?” He sighed.

I groaned, stepping down from the steps and marching out of family video into the rain, leaving Steve to finish up.

I was so sick of the last few months, days on end of feeling left out and like she was hiding something.

I walked into the radio shack grabbing Blondies new record and used the little money I had after buying my first apartment and a few of its furnishings to purchase it.

I rapped the plastic bag around it tightly and held it to my chest, as the rain came down harder and I was soaked.

I eventually reached robins familiar deep green door and knocked on it repeatedly until she opened it, she was in long knee high socks, and an oversized t-shirt that I assumed to be either Steve’s or Eddie’s, we had all somehow acquired each others clothes.

She looked me up and down as water dripped down every inch of me.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

She just nodded.

I stepped inside and she shut the door, I placed the bag down on the floor and began to talk.

“Did I do something to you?” I asked. She just stared at me.

“You’ve been avoiding me for months, Rob you’re my best friend and I love you so much and I miss watching bad movies and mocking the plot and I miss doing karaoke to the grease soundtrack, and listening to French music and dancing in our underwear in my room, and staying up telling each other stories which make us laugh so hard we can’t breath.” I was struggling not to cry, it felt like my throat was burning.

“I miss my best friend….and the worst part is I don’t even know why I’m losing her, why I’m losing the best thing that has ever happened to me.” I chocked, she was tearing up too.

“It’s not you n/n.” She shook her head.

“Then who is it!?” I asked my tears blending into the water dripping down my skin.

“It’s- it’s not you okay, just I’ll be there more, I miss those things too, god I’ve been wanting to spend time with you too!” She explained, clearly frustrated.

“Then why don’t you?!?” I yelled, angry at the situation.

“Because I like you!” She screamed, she was crying hard now.

“Robin I like you too.” I shook my head, confused.

“No.” She shook her head slightly laughing. “I like you y/n.” She emphasized.

“Oh.” I let out, taken a back.

“Oh.” She copied.

I thought about all the things she had said over the years, how she talked about Tammy Thompson, everything started to make sense.

“Look I understand if you don’t even want to look at me anymore let alone hang out or whatever but I just want you to know that I like you. I mean I really like you, I just I couldn’t be in the same room as you and not become a rambling mess- more so than I already am! And you’re really really pretty And I just I didn’t want to scare you off because I love you, I think I love you, no I do love you, and I just loved spending time with you so so much and I couldn’t-“ Robin rambled though choked sobs, looking everywhere but at me.

“Robin.” I stated staring at her but she kept going. “Robin!” I called and she stopped and stared at me, a look of fear and curiosity on her face.

“Just shut up for a second.” I stated just above a whisper. I grabbed her cheeks and slowly pulled her in, placing my lips on hers, soft and gentle. She froze for a few seconds but quickly melted into the kiss and soon I pulled away.

“What was that?” She let out in a breathy, surprised voice.

I shrugged. “Well I had to see if I was interested, I mean I’d never really thought about girls like that before-“ I explained.

“And?” She asked her eyes wide.

“And what?”

“Are you? Interested I mean.” She looked from my eyes to my lips completely flustered.

I smiled. “Definitely.” I nodded.

Her lips curved upwards and she let out a breath like she was relieved.

“You’re not bullshitting me?” She asked quickly.

“No.” I shook my head laughing.

She made a little excited sound almost like a squeal.

“Can I kiss you again? I’m gonna kiss you again.” She announced.

I laughed as she pressed her lips to mine once more. We both pulled away breathless, after a minute or two.

“What’s that?” She pointed to the bag.

“I thought you were mad at me so I bought you the new Blondie album, because I know it’s your favorite and I was gonna use it as a peace offering.” I explained.

“God Your perfect!” She squealed and hugged me, moving some wet hair behind my ear, I just giggled and held her tightly. She felt right, this felt right. I loved Robin Buckley and she loved me too.

#stranger things #robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin x fem!reader #st4 fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #fanfic #y/n #female reader #lgbtq

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rianafying · 3 months

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i’m starving and i’m hungover and i’m in trouble. my sd card got corrupted and i might lose all the work i’ve done in january, which is a LOT of work. i just need to talk to my friends. the timing is bad because they’re either at work or asleep rn. i’m about to throw up.

it’s fine i reached them, after they woke up. spoke to friends, i feel better emotionally. but worse physically because it’s been so long since i’ve had some food. any food. there’s so much shit i need to buy but no money to buy them. i’m scared that one of these days i’ll have to resort to ebegging. i don’t want to do that. because im not even doing that bad but i feel terrible. and im prone to heavily catastrophizing every situation im faced with. somehow i have linked this sd card failure to the downfall of my career that i have worked so hard to build. if you dont have catastrophizing anxiety, you dont know what it feels like to imagine every single worst possible outcome and believe it to be true. but somehow throughout my life, it has been. what i feared kept coming true. but fearing it and being paralysed by it, didn’t help my case. apparently it’s in my brain chemistry to do this and also to have chronic pain. apparently there’s something wrong in my hypothalamus, pituitary gland, amygdala, hippocampus, and prefrontal cortex. they’re are all fucked up and feel wayyy more pain than is ever necessitated. i feel like im spiralling out of control at a faster rate than i can reel it back in. for most of my life ive been getting wounded more than i could heal. and now im limping my way through life, and hating almost every second of it despite trying so hard not to.

i had a full breakdown today, worse than other breakdowns. i feel super defeated. people are being nice to me. somehow that is making me feel even worse. things keep going wrong. there is no escaping tragedy.

day 3 of this same journal entry. i’m officially out of money. even my coins. i have a little bit of usd in my absolute emergency fund, but i really don’t want to have to touch that. i have a week to go before i get paid a bit of money. which will still not be enough because i had to use afterpay to buy some necessary stuff at kmart, and now i have to pay it back. things rlly are tough out here. thinking i should not fix my laptop and instead spend that money like normal. like use it to get by nicely for a while. then what? at what point will i be able to get a real regular job? i found out for sure this month that i can’t make it to work on 25% of days due to my illness. so what work could i do. rlly upset about losing the images on my sd card. i haven’t permanently lost them yet, but, it’s far too expensive to recover. i was considering recovering the data when im in bangladesh but i dont think id trust the data recovery service in dhaka anyway. they’ll probably fail at the task and also ruin my card. things are so wrong rn. my microwave, my pan, my passport, my myki, my financial situation, the burnt skin on my face, my psoriasis and arthritis, my hair situation, my multiple severe nutritional deficiencies and chronic pain, my various mental illnesses, my awful dirty room, my inability to work on any, let alone every, one of these problems. i just get paralysed and bed rot for days. this is officially too much for me. it’s too many things to deal with. i’m not built for even half of this. how can i give up without like kms, like what’s another way to give up? because bed rotting isn’t cutting it. i could really use some help. when i asked for help, my uncle said to visit my friend in sydney, or to visit bangladesh, neither of which is going to actually help my situation, because ill be miserable regardless of where i am, until my problems have been resolved. and both of these things are expensive as fuck, like, what’s a girl supposed to do. i don’t wanna go on a $200 trip to sydney when my sd card requires a $400 data recovery. that’s just the tip of the iceberg that is my situation.

no amount of talking to people, or going on trips is going to solve my problems. which is painful for me to say because i’ve been dying to do something fun for once. not that i don’t have fun in melbourne i do, but that’s cause i try to enjoy work, and romanticise the life i already have. and because im not yet a local local, i can still experience melbourne like a tourist. with fresh eyes. anyway, yeah, im deleting bumble because its stupid, let’s be real im never gonna go on a date w a strangers plus i dont even respond to people because im obviously not ready to actually give this a chance. not yet at least. costar says i let my need for stability stunt relationship growth. but i’m okay with that, or at least i would be if i had any stability. right now i feel like i have the short end of every stick. no it feels like i have no stick at all. the universe or god or whatever is out there is giving me a huge middle finger and laughing at my suffering.

they say that i’m overthinking or that even if there is a problem there’s a solution. what’s the solution to not having enough money to solve my problems? by the time i might have money, these problems will have caused critical damage. what’s the solution to the weight i carry around from never feeling safe or loved my whole entire life. what’s the solution to the mother shaped void in my heart. what’s the solution to the fear of losing my sibling and friends. i cope, and i deal, but it never really goes away. even now as i’ve hit my weekly rock bottom, i’m trying to list things to be grateful for, to see the glass as half full. but i can’t lie, the glass is not half full. i’ve been running on a nearly empty tank for as long as i can remember. even if i somehow manage to get my tank full, there’s like holes in it that can never be permanently patched. i destroy everything i touch, i let down everyone i know, and i keep getting chances. i don’t need another chance. i need a break. i don’t want to prove myself, unless it is to prove that i fail.

i’m told that the broader focus of my life during this time is to clear away built-up structures that have been holding me back. excess is not always abundance. i’m supposed to decide what's worth keeping and what to pass up. apparently my sense of well-being relies on my willingness to seize new opportunities, which is a commendable move for someone who will only settle for all or nothing. “use this moment to streamline your aesthetic by getting rid of excess that no longer gives you pleasure.” this could not be more on the nose. fine i’ll pack some stuff up and head drop it in a donation bin. it will clear up some space in my room too. this might be good. give me some literal and also mental space to work with. also on the nose is “make sure you're not doing that thing where you over-intellectualize your experience, and then convince yourself that you know all the laws of the universe.” okay i get it. thank you for spelling it out for me. maybe now i will finally listen. i’m certainly being spied on. most of life is out of my control but i choose joy.

i couldn’t attend the invasion day protest today because i was on the phone talking a loved one out of killing herself. i shouldn’t feel guilty, it’s not like i had a choice in that scenario. i’m told that in most scenarios, there is no such thing as “fault”. if my goal was to shift blame, i could use all the words in the world to make myself innocent, but that’s not what i want, that’s not what i’m familiar with.

i think that maybe i would like to have a fresh start. i dont know what a fresh start would even look like. to go back in time a couple of years? how many years? at what point was it fresh? go back to when i was born? be born to different people? be a different person? a fresh start to me would be one in which so much is different from how my life is right now, that i don’t know how it would even be mine. this is who i am, all the terrible things that make up, well, me. and a fresh start wouldn’t be me, or it wouldn’t be fresh. i’m stale and im crusty, to the core of my being.

maybe i just need to go on a walk.

#personal #journal entry

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 7 months

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Vassal of the King (part 7)

Frerin x OFC

Author's annotations are here!

*****

Frerin is one hundred and eighteen when he becomes a father.

"Fjalar?"

"Hmm..."

"Fjalar! Wake up!"

He yawns as he turns towards his wife, lying on the other side of the bed even though the dark of the room forbids him from seeing her; they are still living in the tiny house they moved in after their wedding, but now they can almost afford to buy it, which is comforting. "What is it?" he inquires, rubbing his eyes with an hand as he attempts to remember where he is and what day today is; he has always been an heavy sleeper, and a consequence, a slow riser "Are you hungry?"

Verdandi has never been a glutton, but a few months ago she has started experiencing bouts of hunger in the most unexpected moments, and for foods she had never appreciated before. It is a common, even natural behaviour for a woman in her condition, according to Skai (the healer who has assisted Verdandi ever since they realized she was expecting... and who for the last two years has also been their brother-in-law, after his and Skuld's long-anticipated wedding) because now the Dwarf woman is eating for two. And since for a while his poor wife has also been suffering from nausea bouts every time she raises from the bed, Frerin has gotten used to get up and fix her something to eat; he does not mind, even though leaving his bed in the middle of the night is far from pleasant... not much, at least, and the simple sight of Verdandi, ill at ease with hunger and queasiness, her belly heavy with the child they have waited for so long, is enough to repay him ten times over.

But tonight is different; tonight, his inquiry is answered with a grimace, Verdandi's azure eyes already filled with panic. "No, my love; I am not hungry. It is time."

"... what?"

"I need to give birth. Your child is ready to be born."

Frerin goes from half-asleep to clear-headed, and panicky, in less than a blink. "Now?" he asks, for a moment convinced their child could have really chosen a more suitable moment to announce their arrival "But... but it is too early! I thought you were not supposed to give birth before..."

Verdandi sighs; she is more scared than she lets on, and uncomfortably sticky, but she is also determined not to give in to panic - not yet, at least. "I am sorry, my darling; but your child wants to be born, and they want to be born now."

Frerin lives the next minutes like a dream, only vaguely aware of what he is doing as he realizes the moment he has waited for months has finally come, and he could not be less ready. He dresses himself, brings Verdandi a blanket, tells her he loves her as he kisses her temple, and runs out of the door as if he had every Orc in Middle-earth on his heels. It is the middle of the night, and the streets are empty; Frerin runs faster than he thought possible for a Dwarf, heart pounding in his chest, the thump of his boots reverberating on the cobblestone. He is scared, and excited, and happy, and concerned, and never, he realizes, has he missed his family more than now. Does Thorin has children? Does Dís? Would they be able to reassure and comfort him? They would undoubtedly try, and that for Frerin would be enough...

But he cannot count on his siblings' support; he is alone now, and by Mahal, he will not disappoint his family once more!

Thank the Maker, Verdandi's old house, where Skai has moved with his wife and her mother, is not far; Frerin gets his siblings-in-law out of bed, and in a few minutes they are both ready to follow him. Mistress Sigyn promises she will be there soon as well; age has slowed her down, but she would not miss the birth of her first grandchild for the world.

Frerin knows next to nothing about childbirth, but when he reaches Verdandi, it takes him a moment to realize she is close: his poor wife, usually brave as a warrior and with an almost preternatural ability to remain hevel-headed even in time of danger, is crying, and screaming, her azure eyes full of fear. "It hurts." she moans, blindly reaching for Frerin, as if thinking he could deliver her from the pain, and protect her as he would from a sword-wielding enemy "Fjalar, it hurts so much... I fear I am dying..."

The blanket he had brought her has fallen on the floor, and there is a wet patch on the mattress between her legs. She looks so helpless, so young and fragile, and when Frerin takes her hands, she shakes her head, as if being stubborn could help her... or stop what she is going through. "I cannot do it."

"Verdandi..."

"You were right; this is not the time. I do not want this, not now, I am not ready... I do not know what to do!"

Frerin softly tells her that Skai and her sister are here to help her, and that actually she does not have to do anything, but let a natural process happen and her body's instincts take over, but his wife is not listening, and when she grabs his arm, he can feel her nails clawing his skin. "What if they are not ready?" Verdandi says, her eyes wide open with fear "Skai said I would not give birth before a fortnight! What if they are not strong enough? What if they are not... fully formed?"

Even if Frerin had the words to reassure her (and he does not, Mahal deliver him!) he could not utter them, because Skai, with Skuld not for the first time in her role of midwife assistant, immediately takes command, and Frerin finds himself banished from his own bedroom, with the order to light a fire, heat water, prepare clean rags, and keep out of the way.

These are the longest minues of his life. The terror seizing his heart and mind is nothing compared to what Verdandi is going through, but Frerin would rather face Azog and his whole army alone than being there, as he listens to his wife's screams of pain and fear and knows there is nothing he can do to help. Even the arrival of mistress Sigyn, who sits by his side and holds his hand, puts his mind at rest; Frerin is fond of his mother-in-law, and believes her when she tells him she also screamed loud enough to wake the dead and then gave birth to two healthy daughters, but still, he is scared, as much as he was on the day Smaug arrived, and on the day of the battle at the gates of Khazad-dûm. It is an horrible sensation, that makes him restless and fills his mind with grim thoughts.

What if something went wrong? After all, the baby is early; what if they are still too small and weak to survive? Even worse, what if they are born dead? It would destroy them both, after all the love and the hope they have poured on the tiny creature growing in Verdandi's womb, after they have already bought a cradle and tiny blankets and clothes. Losing their child would mean losing themselves, a bereavement they could survive, but never heal from.

Also, the danger does not only concern the baby. Verdandi is young and strong, but Frerin could name at least two Dwarf women who were roughly her age and died on the birthing bed, and she has already lost so much blood! He cannot lose her; Frerin cannot even imagine a future without Verdandi, he needs her, his very existance is now indissolubly linked to her smile, her voice, her soothing presence and steadfast support. If he loses his wife, he reflects as he paces restlessly on the corridor outside his bedroom, there will be no reason left for him to...

"Fjalar?"

He blinks, feeling as if he were waking up from a deep slumber. "Yes?"

Skuld's (pale, stressed, scared) face peeks out of the door. "We need your help."

The fact itself is terrifying, even more than the potential motives for that request; Frerin feels his blood freeze in his veins. "What is happening? Is... is something wrong?"

"No, no. But Verdandi is scared to death; would you come in to keep her company?"

"I can go instead, if you wish." mistress Sigyn offers, but Frerin has already slipped past the threshold, and past Skuld, and beyond his fears.

The air in the room is heavy with sweat, and the even less pleasant stench of blood; Frerin runs to his wife's side, immediately overwhelmed but determined to be strong, for both of them - or at least to try.

Verdandi (brave, calm, soft-spoken Verdandi) is sobbing, completely beside herself with pain and the terrifying sensation her body is no longer her own, that the sparkle of life she has cared for and protected for six months, is now threatening to destroy her from the inside. "It hurts... Fjalar, it hurts so bad..."

If Frerin felt powerless as he contemplated his duty of protecting the people of Erebor after the loss of their home, that is nothing compared to what he is feeling now, the torment he sees reflected on the face of the woman he loves and that he cannot share and take on himself. He knows Verdandi would never blame him, because having a child is something they both dearly desired, and she knew, being a woman, what awaited her, but still, she is in so much pain, and there is nothing he would not do to ease her suffering, but he cannot...

... or can I?

"Would it help, if I sang for you?" he suddenly inquires; Verdandi stops mid-scream to look at him, baffled. "What?"

"It is something my father used to do for my mother, to divert her mind from fear and pain; he sang her favourite song for her as she gave birth to me and my siblings. Apparently, it made her feel better. Safe."

Verdandi smiles; if that is the most absurd idea she has ever heard, it is a thought she does not betray, and later, when everything is over and she is happily looking at their child avidly sucking on her chest, she will reflect on how, in the hour of fear and powerlessness, her husband thought of the family he had lost. "Yes. I would enjoy -hnnnn- hearing you sing."

Frerin smiles. "Would that be all right for you, Skai?"

"You can start juggling balls over your head for all I care, brother." the healer answers, perfectly unperturbed; he is kneeling at the foot of the bed, looking at Verdandi's body from an highly unusual perspective for a brother-in-law "As long as Verdandi keeps pushing."

Among the tears, Verdandi smiles, clutching his hands like a castaway fighting the tide as he holds on a rock. "If you are with me I can do it." she promises; it goes for that night as well as any other moment of their life and they both know. And so, sitting on the side of the bed with her hands in his own, Frerin starts singing, the words and the melody still clear in his mind after so long, and suddenly he is not afraid anymore.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day

To seek our pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep

In hollow halls beneath the fells...

He has never considered himself a good singer, not to mention he has not performed in more than half a century, but somehow it works, and focusing on the song, on those verses his mother had taught him and his siblings when they were children, actually diverts both his and Verdandi's attention from the fear and the tension that fill the room. Verdandi has her kinswomen there with her, to comfort and give her strenght, but for a precious, almost magical moment, it is as if Frerin's family is present as well...

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars on crowns they hung

The dragon-fire in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun...

A new cry pierces the air, but it is not Verdandi's.

Skuld, by now an expert midwife assistant, tends to the baby, washing the blood and the dirt away and then swaddling him. "Congratulations." she says with a smile as she offers the tiny bundle to her sister, the hands of both shaking slightly; she has to raise her voice to make herself heard "You have an healthy baby boy."

"A boy." Verdandi whispers, as if she had never uttered those words before; she is crying as well, but Frerin has never seen a smile bigger or happier than the one on his wife's lips; she rocks their son for a while, whispering sweet nothings to him until his screaming subsides to a quite babbling, and then, wordlessly, she offers him to Frerin.

"Your son, husband."

He is light as a feather, so light it feels as if he might disappear, as Frerin holds his son against his chest; the baby has beautiful, familiar azure eyes, but the shape of his little face is unmistakably that so common in the Line of Durin, and a surge of emotion fills him, unlike anything Frerin has ever felt: it is pride, and jealousy, and humbleness, because how could someone as small and flawed as him, create something so perfect and beautiful?

He is crying, for all to see and he is not ashamed of it; he looks at his wife, and Verdandi smiles back, radiant and still in pain and even more beautiful because of it. He sits next to her, and together they contemplate the creature in Frerin's arms, and it may be the most natural and ordinary event in the world, but that tiny, perfect baby is also a miracle, and a blessing he could never hope to receive.

"Sindri." he whispers; there are no words in any language in Middle-earth to express the joyous turmoil inside him "Sindri. My little gem."

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