#They belong together and nobody can tell me otherwise :D | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

aleksa-sims · 10 months

Text

RL Simself-Story (18+)

CW: addiction

Previous / Next

Start

Transcript ⬇️

Pic 1:

Since my failed surprise to him, Daniel hasn’t been well. Maybe I overreacted a bit that night when he came home late? Idk?… After all, he apologized to me and regretted it. I shouldn’t have rejected him and compared him to Mr B. What I didn’t do, but I think D. got me wrong.

Pic 2:

Even Lucky was sad. I cried in the bedroom and worried about Daniel, who had been lying on the couch for almost two days. He just didn’t want to talk to me? I wasn’t sure? I felt like he didn’t want me around him, so I just played Sims all day yesterday. And you know, I’ve been writing with Nico, but I still didn’t know it was him!!! I thought Nico was a woman who was chatting with me about Sims. His Origin ID was “EllaSheSims…” But since yesterday I knew that Nico is a 22 year old guy and not a woman/girl, who’s playing sims. That username he used, belonged to his current girlfriend/fiancé.

I asked him why he plays Sims? I thought it was…. weird? He told me that his ex gf loved Sims. They broke up, he said. But he still missed her sm. He bought her the base game and some packs ,so she could play Sims on his pc and bla bla bla… He told me OUR story, you know? But I didn’t get it!!! Instead, I felt sorry for him because he missed his ex. (me)

Pic 3:

I told Nico what’s going on with Daniel and that I was really sad & worried about him. I know I told a stranger my probs. But…. he also told me about his ex, so I felt like I could talk to him about Daniel. Nico advised me to talk to Daniel, he said Daniel needed me now. Actually, that was totally sweet of Nico in retrospect. He wanted to help me make it work between Daniel and me, even though….. he missed me.

Back to Daniel… I think that’s when D. thought about leaving. He felt he had lost control of his addiction and wanted to prevent me from relapsing. But it was all my fault! I wanted us to do it again a few days ago because of this shit with Mr B. and now Daniel may have relapsed. I HAD TO do something!! I somehow misjudged the whole situation with D. He has been constantly helping me and he seemed so determined to do everything right. I had the feeling he was fine. But… Daniel is kind of sensitive, like me. Being constantly rejected by me, because of my panic attacks made him totally insecure, especially our last dispute. Anyway, it was time for me to get out of hiding and help him!!

Pic 4:

Me: I’m so sorry D. for what I said yesterday to you. But I didn’t mean it bad. I was disappointed, you know? Ily sm and wanted to make up for what we missed. However, tell me, what’s up with you? I’m here for you and you don’t have to feel bad about anything or blame yourself. You helped me sm, D.! Now I’m gonna help you. Daniel: You can’t help me, you’re only gonna hurt yourself if you try. Me: I don’t care!I will always love you and stay with you whether you stay clean or not. I’ll be strong for you and I’ll help you! Honestly. I’m not like I was in the summer, you changed me and you showed me that I can live without that fucking drug. I just need you. And…… you me. Daniel: Everything goes wrong, I failed….. You have to learn to cope without me & I, without you. Otherwise, we’ll never really make it.

Pic 5:

Me: It doesn’t matter, we’re married! Why would you or I….. leave? I’ll stay with you forever. I can’t live without you! Is that what you want Daniel: No…….. Still, I’m not good for you. I screwed up and without me, you would never have been in danger three months ago. All this shit would have been spared you….

Pic 6:

Me: I was so happy when you asked me to marry you. It doesn’t matter what happened to us. Without you, I wouldn’t have survived last summer or last year in general. I was totally out of control!! I was busy destroying myself completely! Nothing and nobody could stop me, except you. And when you moved with me here, to start a new chapter together, I was really happy, like never before. Finding this place for the two of us was…. the best surprise ever!! I love it here with you and I don’t give a shit about anything else. But now you have to get up D.! I’m gonna help you. Or tell me what to do for you?

Pic 7:

I went to buy Daniel something to eat, but getting groceries wasn’t the only thing on my to do list. I had to get a pregnancy test. I still haven’t told D. I was overdue. On our honeymoon I only had my period for 2 days, but I didn’t think anything of it. And this month…. maybe my period was just late? After all, my cycle in recent months has been constantly irregular because of what happened in the summer. We didn’t really use contraception. I gave up on this topic tbh and since summer I kept feeling that I could not have kids.

Though I was terrified to have a baby, I wished it deep in my heart.

Pic 8:

I thought sex was the one thing he wanted or demanded most from me because we couldn’t do it for weeks. But I guess, I was wrong again. He just needed me.

Pic 9:

Um… how am I supposed to sleep now? I don’t know what’s so great about falling asleep on another person? A pillow is much more comfortable. But well , maybe that’s just me. However, as long as he got better, that’s all I wanted.

I just looked at him and wished he never had to be sad about me or anything….. And yet in 3 weeks this chapter of my life ends here for me. Not really and not forever, but still. Whether that was good or not, I can answer today, 9 years later. I would say, NO! But then I would never have had my son and met him, so it must have happened!!!

Previous / Next

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #rl simself story #myrlgameplay #simself #18+ content

25 notes · View notes

aballadforbarbatos · 9 months

Text

scawy mc :3 (SATAN)

satan encounters a (tokyo) ghoul. the ghoul is YOU! the post is in the form of bullet points below the cut :) more details in the main post.

main post

masterlist (coming soon!)

mammon’s birthday.

yeah, that’s how he finds out.

well, not SPECIFICALLY like that-

you’d slipped away from mammon in order to go and get the gift you’d planned for him

satan had caught you alone and was ready to go and reprimand you

because unfortunately, whenever you’re around, an avatar of sin is not far away

until he catches you in an argument with a couple of demons

they were shit talking mammon

(btw not liking mammon is a red flag and if that’s you then u should unfollow tbh)

obviously your argument escalates. out come the teeth and claws

satan starts SPRINTING towards you

do not fear, satan! for you see, you have a weapon of your own

nobody there expects you to whip out a shiny red tail of your own- one that’s as flexible as water but as hard as a rock

staring down at their dead bodies like “yeah, that’s what you get for talking bad about MY first”

dusting yourself off, you turn around and see satan staring at you in disbelief

“haha wow did you see that? they just died in front of me! it was like a gust of wind…”

how could you not TELL him D:

absolutely fascinated

gets you to bring it out when you’re totally alone

notes upon notes. books FILLED with details about you(r kagune)

he ends up stroking it a lot like it belongs to a cat

“i feel like i should get to stroke yours, too, satan”

just a demon and a human, treating each other like cats. every once in a while you meow at each other and it brings such a big smile to your faces

ABSOLUTELY lords it over lucifer

if it looks like he’s having a good day, satan is here to ruin it

“hey lucifer. how does it feel to know that i know mc’s most intimate secrets?”

he’s exaggerating here but who will say otherwise?

“does it look like i care?”

he does care. everyone can tell he cares.

lucifer pulls you two into his office later and asks you about this

“yes, it’s true. why, did you think he was lying?”

“sometimes they sleep in my bed too.”

“that’s true as well.”

doesn't matter if it's not, the anti-lucifer league sticks together <3

satan buys mammon an extra special gift that year because of this event

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #ghoul mc #tokyo ghoul x obey me #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan x mc #obey me satan x you

24 notes · View notes

thegreatobsesso · 9 months

Note

HELLO I MISS YOU!! Tell me what Callie and Riley and everyone have been up to lately. I need my fix.

I... fffffcuking adore you. ☺️☺️☺️ I miss you too, I think about you and your OCs all the time and I mean to catch up on what you have been up to soon. I've been all over the place lately. 👻

Right now as of where I am in draft two, Callie is at Delaney, helping defeat magical racism and learning how nice it feels to be a part of a group and do good things. She's getting really close to figuring out how to actually belong somewhere and be authentic instead of playing a role she thinks people will find impressive.

Riley is somewhere else, helping the magical racists do terrible science experiments on magicians in the hopes that she can use the results to rid herself of her own magic. Meanwhile, she's also courting their enemies, the magic supremacists, to discover the key to longer life because the fucked up experiments she's doing might just kill her before she manages to discover the secrets she's looking for.

During this phase of the books they only interact twice, both times via the telephone. I'll share the first one because it's a personal favorite. :D

Adding my tag list because I never use it anymore and quite frankly, I don't know why.

@avrablake @adie-dee @dontjudgemeimawriter @ryorine @thelaughingstag @winterandwords @afoolandathief @asomeoneperson @cedar-west @diphthongsfordays @lowslore @poetinprose @cilly-the-writer @harps-for-days

Callie POV

It wasn’t a big deal. It really, honestly wasn’t.

She dialed, and waited. One ring. Two rings. She wasn’t going to answer and hell, that was probably for the best.

Three rings, four rings. And actually, this was fine, it was-

“Hello?”

Fuck, shit, fuck.

She sounded the same. Riley was on the other end of the line sounding the same, the same way she sounded in Callie’s head.

“Hi,” she managed. “It’s... Callie.”

A pause. “Oh.”

This was a mistake, a terrible mistake, what was she supposed to-

“It’s been awhile. Why are you calling?”

She swallowed the growl in the back of her throat. No need for niceties anyway, she didn’t call to chit-chat and she didn’t need to pretend otherwise, didn’t want to prolong this, so, fine. “I’m calling because I need your help,” she said.

Silence on the other end of the line except for some distant clicking, metal on glass. “Do you?”

Two syllables - how could someone inject so much infuriating presumption into two syllables? She could hear one of Riley's eyebrows go up, a perfect inverted V.

"We do," she modified quickly. “The world's going to shit, and we're trying to..."

Subvert the government? Fuck the police? How could she convey this without saying it outright?

“Is this about SISA?”

“Maybe,” she decided on. She couldn’t tell everything, not over the phone and not to a heartless, manipulative bitch who’d feed her own babies to the wolves. “We're trying to help, and we could use you." She bit her tongue. "Please,” she managed begrudgingly.

"Why me?" Riley asked evenly. “You call me out of the blue when I’m sure Simon Bennett could have a hundred scientists by his side in a second if he asked for them. You’re asking me. Why?”

Ooh, she hadn’t figured it out - what a wonderful surprise. "Because it's about me," she said, a flutter of pleasure in her stomach at being out ahead for once. "And nobody knows more about how I work than you do."

Silence, again - pornographically satisfying silence, and she wished so dearly she could see Riley's face, watch her try not to look interested. How strange, that they spent so little time together and still, Riley's micro-expressions were burned into her memory in merciless detail. Even now when she tried to picture Bennett, he came to her like a cartoon. Two-dimensional; heavy lines and exaggerated features. Riley was a living photograph. Why was that?

“I’m actually intrigued,” she admitted, with an edge to her voice that almost made Callie believe it. “But I can’t.”

"Why not?"

"Because I've got a life of my own," Riley said simply. "And as helpful as you were to me in a single point in time, it doesn't revolve around you."

Her cheeks caught fire. Tears welled up out of nowhere and she blinked furiously, gripping the phone hard enough to snap it in two.

"Fine," she gulped. "Eat shit and die then, we’ll do it without you.”

"Callie," Riley said, just as she was about to hang up and possibly throw the phone across the room. "How are you?"

She misheard - must've. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

Nothing could've pinned her to the spot quite like that simple question, with seemingly no ulterior motive to fuel it. Was she okay?

“Y-yeah," she stammered, like a fucking idiot. "I guess so. Um. How are you?"

A pause. "I'm alright,” Riley said. The sides of her face tingled. "Take care of yourself, Callie."

The line went dead, but she sat there holding the phone anyway.

One time at Bible camp, she jumped into a lake from twenty feet up without plugging her nose and she swore water shot straight up into her brain. She surfaced gagging and crying, water and snot streaming down her chin. It burned all the way through her skull, just like this.

Yikes, Bennett sent across the bridge, even though he wouldn't have really said that word, it was just that sort of feeling, sympathetic surprise. That bad?

She hung up the phone numbly. Fire-water, all the way up in her brain.

what is wrong with me, she sent. She felt fucked up. She refused to qualify it any further.

Bennett, on the other end of the bridge, was busy measuring his words with extraordinary caution. You wouldn’t be the first, he said carefully.

She wiped at her eyes furiously. first to what.

To... you know. Fall for somebody that’s bad for you.

Screeching brakes. Spinning wheels. Her brain flipped off the side of the road. I HAVEN’T I DIDN’T I DON’T I’M NOT-

Okay, okay. Bennet backed away. We’ll figure this out without her, don’t worry.

She wasn’t worried, not about that. For a hot second she wasn’t even worried about Grace anymore. She was really only worried about how utterly fucked she was and didn’t even know it until just now.

#the insuppressible callie ray #my WIP #oc: callie #oc: riley #oc: simon #writing #writeblr #writing snippet #tw: language

10 notes · View notes

healpeony · 3 years

Text

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭. 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈. 𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; After having that little talk with Armin in the party, Y/n just have to remind Eren who he belongs to.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 + 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; mature, 18+, series, fanfiction.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; Profane, reader gets called mistress, slapping, degradation, vaginal penetrative sex, hand job, edging, pet names, alcohol, sub Eren, dom reader.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3.5k

Notes; this took longer to write than I expected, I wanted to try and use new words and not the same ones each time so it was a little difficult xd. I hope you guys enjoy reading it. sorry for any mistakes.

THE RESTING BITCH FACE THAT YOU HAD wasn't caused by the loud music that was going on in the party busting loud through the speakers, it was the fact that Armin was speaking to Eren making those lovely (and lust) filled eyes that the brunette failed to notice. You hated how the blonde looked at Eren, couldn't Armin understand that Eren was yours?

"Y/n, are you listening?"

The sudden sound of your name coming out of Eren's mouth took your attention away from Armin — who you realize was making eye contact with you returning the same look you were giving him — Eren of course not noticing. Turning towards the teal eyed boy, you stared at him with an apologetic look for not having heard him.

"Sorry, what was that, love? I didn't quite catch it"

"Armin was asking if you would like a refill of wine?" Eren asked putting an arm around your smaller frame

"Sure, Armin!"

You smiled, a little too sweet. Armin returned the same smile before looking at Eren "What would you like?" his voice as soft as a feather

imbecile.

"I want a glass of whis-"

"I think that is enough Eren, you have drunk way too much already"

Eren was about to protest, but when you gave him a stern look it made him shut up immediately. Armin didn't fail to notice this, softly humming at the realization — Eren was submissive towards you despite his stubborn and dom energy infront of others.

"I'll get the drinks for us then" Armin said before leaving the you both alone

"Y/n...." Eren whined "Why can't I drink?!"

"Because I said so, don't get started with that bratty attitude"

"But I just had two glasses of whiskey! That is not even a lot.." he continued "You can't always tell me what to d—"

You didn't bother to look around to make sure nobody was watching — before you grabbed both side of Eren's cheeks squeezing them with one hand. You were already angry enough and here Eren was making that emotion grow with that attitude of his.

"If you don't stop right this instant, you're going to be punished right here" you told him through gritted teeth

Eren immediately shut up, only opening his mouth to let out a submissive "Sorry mistress" hanging his head low when you let go of his face

"Good boy" you murmured, taking his face in both of your hands more gently than before and kissing him sweetly on the lips

"I'm going to check if Armin needs any help"

You were absolutely not going to let that happen. The thought of Eren alone with that man made you feel something so pathetic and childish, Jealousy why would you feel that, when the blonde can't never take Eren away from you.

Eren did not feel the same for Armin. That was what you kept telling yourself.

"I'll check, you stay here"

You stood up walking towards the kitchen passing by a lot of the drunk young adults. The smell was disgusting, you obviously expected that since the party have been going on since the afternoon and it was already night outside. Sasha sure loved planning long lasting parties, it has happened two times this month.

As you neared the kitchen you caught a glimpse of the unmistakable blonde man, he was pushing people out of his way with just a glare to get to the cabinet where the wines were located, the sleeves of his button up shirt were pushed up to his elbows.

Armin Arlert was an attractive man, anyone was lying if they said he wasn't, including you. Most of the time half of his blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, some strands falling on his face making his beautiful — yet intimidating to some — ocean eyes stand out, his signature colors being black and dark blue, those colors did made him more handsome then he already was, always making even the smallest of his features stand out.

"Are you going to stand there and glare at me forever or what?"

You rolled your eyes at the man, walking around to the other side of the kitchen counter where he was pouring some whiskey for himself while your already filled glass of wine seated in the counter. You took it bringing the blood red drink towards your lips while looking right into Armin's eyes.

You loved drinking wine, you had always liked the bittersweet taste it had and no matter how much glasses of wine you drank, it never made you that drunk. You were used to it by now.

"So what are you doing here?" he rested his hip against the counter, one arm crossed around his chest with his whiskey in the other hand

"To help, well Eren wanted to come. We both know you didn't need help bringing Whiskey and wine"

You knew exactly what Eren really wanted, you know your brunette lover like the back of your hand. For you he was an open book, It was stupid on his part to assume you didn't know why he wanted to go into the kitchen.

When the boy wanted something he was way too stubborn to let anyone tell him no, including you. He wanted to come and drink the whiskey in the kitchen while you waited for them to return in the living room couch.

Armin studied you while you were lost in the sea of thoughts, you were so easy to read even when you thought otherwise, he knew how much you disliked him and how you wanted him far away from Eren — that obviously wasn't going to happen, he knew Eren first, if anybody had to leave it was you — sometimes he would notice how you would get scare of his intimidating aura, and then cover it up with a comment.

That couldn't make him more satisfied, knowing how he can easily get a reaction from you.

"Yeah, pretty smart guy huh?" Armin said sarcastically, a chuckle coming out of his throat before drinking from his whiskey and continuing with a taunting look while gazing at you "tonight he looks really handsome, don't you think?"

He had done this many times before, he would wait until you both were alone and would tell you what he thought of Eren's looks. It was irritating and made your jealousy grow, but you always kept yourself as calm as you could just like in this situation.

"Yeah, he really is. I'm pretty sure a lot of people are jealous that I have him. Don't you think?" you smirked at him, mocking his tone

"Yeah, I'm sure. But Eren isn't an object, you don't own him and you don't have him. He's a human being" this time his voice had gone back that innocent one that made your blood boil and the intimidation seem to have disappear from his eyes

"Please tell me you two aren't fighting again"

You felt stupid. of course that was the reason of his sudden change of demeanor, Eren was there. Armin did this frequently, be talking to you in his “true self” then put up the timid and good boy facade whenever the brunette walked into the room.

"I thought I told you to stay in the living room"

Your voice was low and Eren could clearly hear the anger behind it, you didn't do this often, you would always keep your cool and never let him know about your negative feelings. It was like you wanted him to hear the anger in the tone you used, and that did nothing but scared him.

"Yeah, but you took too long..."

Eren was beginning to regret coming to the kitchen, the glare he was receiving making his knees weak, he wanted to drop down on the floor and humilate himself by apologizing to you over and over like you were his god, but his pride was too big. You mentally smirked in satisfaction when you noticed this, but your eyes remained in a glare, you loved the effect you had on him.

"I think it's getting late, we should go back home right, baby?" you had walked closer to you poor baby, playing with his key necklace

"Y—yeah, I think we should" he anxiously said, Eren knew he couldn't say no to you anyways

"Armin, it was a pleasure to talk to you" you said turning to the blonde and hugging him, whispering in his ear "Don't worry about Eren, he's going to have an incredible time for the rest of the night" you pulled away giving him a smile

You grabbed Eren's arm not giving him a chance to properly say goodbye to Armin, walking him out the kitchen and living room, making sure to avoid any of your friends on the way.

Armin stood in the kitchen holding the glass of whiskey tightly, his lips pressed hard together. Words couldn't describe how much he disliked you, from the moment he met you — since Eren had already told him, he had a crush on you before you two met — to this moment now. But there was something about you that was intoxicating, he found himself doing things that annoyed you on purpose, innocently flirting with the oblivious Eren for example.

The blonde couldn't deny the fact that he felt an attraction towards you, he wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of you, to see you falling apart on his arms — moaning, screaming, crying his name while he fucked submissiveness into you —he wanted to see you begging for him. But he also wanted Eren, the boy looking at him with his teal eyes full of tears, needing his cock, just imagining the boy following his every command made him go hard.

But again, Armin could only imagine what you were going to do with Eren tonight.

Meanwhile you and Eren were already in his car, you in the passenger seat while the latter was in the drivers seat. The ride as been filled with a silence in it, so far only the soft music coming from the radio — which Eren was too nervous to change — made the car ride comfortable, but the tension was still there.

That was until you started humming, which you only did when you needed to calm yourself down.

The two hands Eren had in the steering wheel tightened their grip on it.

"Do you know why I'm mad Eren?"

Your voice was firm, no emotion detected in it. That trait of yours never failed to make him feel small, but he loved the sound of you voice, he found it soo graceful, he felt so lucky to have you as his girlfriend. The fact that he knew what was about to come after they have this conversation, where he explains what he did wrong — made his cock stand up for attention in his pants, he was so ready for you.

"Armin."

"What about Armin?"

He had no idea on how to answer that correctly, you would always complain about the blonde accusing him of acting differently when Eren wasn't there even to the point of saying Armin wanted to fuck him. Of course he didn't believe that, Eren was aware that Armin was an adult, but the blonde would never think of doing that with him — his best friend — he was sure that it was only your overpossesiveness and jealousy.

"He made you mad" the brunette said truly hoping you would like his answer

"How did he made me mad?" you kept pushing, leaning back on your seat vicious eyes looking right at him ready to jump at him at any second while his knuckles became white

"He made you feel jealous, mistress" he elaborated, although he didn't quite understand how him speaking to Armin made you jealous

"Yes he did, what else did you do?"

"I disobeyed a direct order"

"That's right. Now tell me Eren, what happens when you break my rules or make your mistress mad?"

"I get punished."

"You have been such a bad boy, Eren."

"I thought I told you that when I came back from the bathroom that I wanted to see you naked"

You had your hands on your now unclothed hips, a lingerie being the only thing you had on. Eren was laying back on the bed with his underwear still on before he heard your voice and rapidly sitting up.

"I'm so sorry, mistress!"

You tisked shaking your head "What's wrong with you today? You're being soo disobedient..."

Eren stood up from the bed, walking towards you and dropping to his knees, tears in his eyes, he didn't want you to not let him cum tonight.

"I promise to be good for you, I'll do better!"

You bend over grabbing his chin softly stroking it with a sadistic smile, "I'll be soo happy the day I see you being a good boy"

Your teeth made contact with his bottom lip pulling it, Eren moaning at the feeling and smiling up at you when you let go.

"You're so pretty. I love having such a pretty looking thing all to myself.."

"All yours, Eren"

That was the end of the little moment, because of the slap sound coming from your hand making contact with the brunette's cheek.

Eren felt tears already forming in his eyes, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of crying too fast. Hiding his teary eyes from you was useless though, since you took a hold of his hair squatting down behind him.

"Don't think the that would've gotten you a way out of your punishment. You're pathetic" you whispered in his ear, your hot breath fanned over his skin making shivers go down his spine "Take those off for me, kitten" you told him motioning to his underwear while getting back up

Eren stood up taking off his underwear as fast a he could, his cock slapping his pelvis, excitement shooting through his veins for what was about to come.

You looked at him up and down making his cheeks go red, even though you have already seem him like this many times.

"Aww, is my baby blushing?" you pouted taking a hold of his cock making him let out a surprised gasp

"Y—Y/n" he moaned when you started moving your hand up and down, from his tip to his balls

"What was that? What did you called me?" you asked, the pace of your hand being painfully slow, glaring daggers at him while pushing him towards the bed making him sit down

"Mistress, I'm sorry..."

He wished your pace would be faster, you of course continued to torment him keeping the same pace for a while.

"Why are you being like this, Eren?"

"I don't — ahh — understand, mistress."

"Breaking rules, letting Armin flirt with you, everything that you have done today..."

With each said word the pace increased, your hand moving faster making Eren let out loud groans that echoed on the walls of your bedroom.

"Quiet! I have heard your stupid voice more than enough today."

Eren nodded, if you wanted him to shut up you obviously didn't want him to answer verbally.

You were the love of his life, the one person who knew how submissive he actually was. Someone who could give him the relief he needed, but also the one who could add more pressure to him. Someone who showered him with kissed, but also punished him for his bad actions.

You were his balance. The reason behind his now stable life. No matter what happened or how much you two argue, you were always there for each other.

Just like he was there for you to take out your frustrations, by obeying you and comforting you.

Your hand were still on his cock, and your lips were now rather occupied. Biting, sucking and kissing the soft skin of his neck, making sure to leave the marks on places that were noticeable.

Eren was a whimpering mess, gripping your left arm trying to pull you closer, but you ended up freeing your arm and pulling his hair to make him stop from doing it again.

Even though he was a sub, he never submitted completely, always tried to have some control over you thinking that he can just do whatever he wants whenever you're punishing him. He knew it was a lost battle, you never let him feel any power over you. You had the control of his entire body — you decide when he cums, you decide what he calls you, you decide when he should or shouldn't masturbate, you decided what he was going to be looking at, you decided what he should wear.

You were his mistress and he was there to obey you.

"I'm close.." he moaned, his head thrown back

You immediately pulled away, standing up with your tongue licking your fingers taking the remaining of pre cum into your mouth. Eren led out a whine, looking up at you, now he had let the tears fall down freely.

You chuckled shaking your head.

"You seriously didn't think it was going to be that easy, kitten"

"please" he begged "I'll do anything... I will be good, I promise!"

"sure, sure. I don't believe that words speak better than actions crap, Eren. You have to show me that you are going to do better"

You smirked before saying "In the mean time, you should face the consequences of your own actions, don't you think?"

Eren let out a sob as you edged him for the fourth time of the night, his hands and legs were shaking. Tears were running down his faces, some were dry, and some were being kissed away by your lips.

You were now sitting on his cock your hips moving at a agonizingly slow pace, one of your hands was on his cheek caressing the soft skin under his eye with your thumb.

"It's ok now, baby. You can cum” you smiled down at him while the pace of your hips kept getting quicker

“Thank you, mistress... thank you...” he breathlessly keep murmuring the two words while his cum painted the walls deep inside of you

You threw your head back moaning getting off at the feeling of his cum in you. slowly you came down from your high letting out little pants, while Eren did the same trying to catch his breath.

“Are you ok?” you asked pulling yourself off of him, missing the fullness of his cock in you as you did

“Yeah, thank you.” he lazily smiled, his voice husky and eyes fighting to stay open

“Eren, you won't sleep with all that sweat and cum on you. I'mma run you a bath, don't fall asleep” you commanded before standing up from the bed feeling his cum tripping from inside of you and onto your thighs

You look back towards the bed and chuckled when you saw that Eren had closed his eyes most likely already sleeping.

You of course weren't going to allow him to sleep like that still.

Armin looked at the blonde girl under him, the movement of his hips making her boobs jiggle. He didn't even remember her name, he had seen her talking to you a couple of times, she was soo feisty and not easy to get, refusing to even flirt back with him — his manipulative persona did wonders on people, and that's what changed her mind — in some way it reminded him of you, that might be the reason why you two have spoken before.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why he choose her to get his dick wet.

Her pussy was tight barely letting him move and he could only guess that she didn't do this often. He was unsatisfied.

However everytime he looked down at her it wasn't her face he was seeing, it was yours, the moans of his name that she led out were replaced with your own moans — the ones he created in his head when trying to imagine how you sound like — when she scratched his back all he could imagine was your pretty hands and nails doing that to him. And that made him feel good enough.

This has happened before, but what he said next has never occurred and it shocked him as much as it shocked the girl.

“y/n...”

he had moaned your name.

©healpeony 2021

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠; @mallang @namrekcaivel if you want to be added or removed let me know!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot x reader #aot oneshots #armin arlert #aot #eren yeager #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jaegar x reader #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #eremin smut #eremin

306 notes · View notes

flying-nightwing · 4 years

Text

Fluff Alphabet - Jason Todd

Hello guys! This is my first alphabet because I saw everyone do it and i wanted in. I took this alphabet. I had a lot of fun to indulge in Jason, because well. Do I need to explain?

Anyhow, enjoy this little thing inspired by my feelings for Jason Todd!

Disclaimer: This is my vision of the character and in no way an universal truth

Check out my masterlist in bio // pinned!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your eyes. Jason could get lost in them by a simple glance. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and he found it to be very true the second he met you. He will sometimes doubt he’s worth your love, but your gaze is enough to reassure him at every turn. He also can’t get enough of that spark that lights up when he makes you laugh, it draws him in. Your eyes are so kind and loving, the rest doesn’t really matter to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Let’s be truthful here, Jason is terrified of having kids. Everytime the discussion gets even close to the topic of family, he gets vivid images of his own father with him and it fills him with dread that he'll end up just like him. Then, he thinks about his lifestyle and how just being the Red Hood (or having been, as a matter of fact) could endanger his family. But I think deep down he craves having a family, having kids (whether they’re biologically his or adopted), because he’s just that natural caring person.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Continuing on that natural caring person wave, Jason will usually cuddle as the big spoon. His large frame makes it ridiculously easy for himself to wrap around you completely, and he loves to see you curled up around him, safe and comfortable in his arms. He likes to know he’s shielding you from any potential danger, it just eases his conscience. But sometimes he’ll have a bad day, or a rough patrol, and he’ll wordlessly slip in your hold in bed. It surprises you every time how small he can make himself, with his head on your chest above your heart and latched around your waist holding for dear life. Then, he’ll rely on you to make him feel safe, and he’ll fall asleep like that (he also likes when you play with his hair when he gets like that).

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Jason is insanely romantic, nobody can prove me otherwise. With the amount of novels and books he read, it would be hard not to know how to be an exemplary lover. However, doing grand gestures in public and/or expensive shits is not his style. So it isn’t rare to come back home from your job after a tough week, to see Jason lighting up candles on a rose petals covered table, smiling at you and telling you to get changed in your pajamas and relax a bit before he finishes cooking (probably one of you favourite meals, or something new he knows you’ll like to surprise you). Dancing on your building’s rooftop or driving outside the city to take a walk under the stars are also his ideas of dates. It’s always something private and meaningful and a proof Jason is a hopeless romantic.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my reason to keep going on.” I believe at some point after he came back from the dead, Jason had a really hard time finding a reason to keep living (finding out he was replaced as Robin, that Batman didn’t kill the joker, etc…). He was in a really dark place and numb to everything. But then, he met you and suddenly life wasn’t so terrible. After a while, he even finds himself excited to get up in the morning (or early afternoon if he’s been on a long patrol) and smiling at random times. He wants to make an effort for you, because you deserve his best self and the least he can do is try (you still love him at his worst though, and he still can’t wrap his head around it but he’s insanely grateful for it).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

One night, Jason woke up in sweats and screaming his lungs out. He had a nightmare where you were kidnapped and tortured by the joker the way he was; it was the first time you were the victim in his nightmares (usually it was faceless people or himself, and even sometimes his brothers. But never you). He found himself wanting to have you in his arms, needing to have you in his arms, and that’s how he knew it wasn’t just a crush anymore, that he was in deep with you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

People have this misconception that Jason is rough, judging by the everything about him. But you would have never foreseen him to be so delicate and gentle with you. He is very strong and can be rash sometimes, but with his lover, he is always careful. He has enough pain and hurt in his life there is now way he’d put the most important person in his life through that. You have to almost beg him to be rough with you, and he’ll only let go if he’s 100% sure you’re okay with it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Absolutely. He’s not big on PDA but he always wants to hold your hand, especially in public. He can get uncomfortable if there are too many people around, and the little subconscious squeezes of your hand never fails to bring him back to reality and help him focus on you instead of feeling trapped. Also he’s afraid of losing you in a crowd, even if he’s tall and could spot you easily. So yeah, his hand in yours is a constant.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Depends on how you met really. It’s hard to say really, he might have seen you as an angel, or as a simple acquaintance until he discovered your character and you grew on him. He’s a versatile boy in the people he falls for.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not jealous per say, but insecure. Everytime he sees you talking with someone who seems to be (subconsciously or not) flirting with you, he gets this feeling you’ll suddenly realize you could do much better than him and leave him for someone less broken, less messed up than him. It creeps in his chest and hurts like a heart attack, and it only dies down when you inevitably come back in his arms and look at him like he’s your world. Then, the storm dies and he knows he at least got one more day with you. And as much as the idea of Jealous Jason showing you who you belong to (wink wink) is appealing, I don’t think it would happen unless it has been established both of you were into that kind of foreplay and he knows for sure you’re in for the long haul with him. Then it becomes a game rather than an actual insecurity thing.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Jason’s kisses are soft and wholesome. You can feel every ounce of love and admiration he has for you, and even if they do get emotional or even dominant at some points, it’s never forecefull. Who initiated the first kiss is nebulous, I think it was more of a mutual thing than an unilateral decision. I like to think it happened in a magnet effect, where both parties met halfway because Jason is a very respectful person in general (except if you piss him off for real) and he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable by kissing you without your consent.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It’s gotta be you. Jason, who’s afraid of saying it and getting rejected/mocked would definitely not want to get his feet wet first (what if you laugh? What if you leave?). He will show it in his way, but he’d wait for you to say the words first. But once it’s out there? Hooty hoot. He’ll say it like a mantra. He’ll never ever stop saying it at every occasion he gets.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

At the fair in your city. Spending the afternoon going from attraction to attraction, having fun in the small roller coaster you were pretty sure was one heavy loaded train away from toppling down. After sun down, you went from game booth to game booth, collecting small and colorful stuffed animals and eating everything sugary and fat you could get your hands onto. You were convinced you could beat the rigged shoot the duck game, and when you couldn’t, Jason stepped in and absolutely made the smug smirk drop from the guy’s face. You walked away with a giant Panda, sleepy as hell after you sugar rush, and Jason had to carry you out of the car bridal style. That picture you took on top of the ferris wheel is on his nightstand and is his favourite possession of his.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No, he’s not that kind of guy. I think he’s much more into meaningful acts and gestures than buying your love. He would sometimes spoil you if the occasion came to it, but I don’t think he’d be the type to open up his wallet as a demonstration of love.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Aqua blue. No other reason than the fact it’s probably the color the most opposite to red. While he absolutely loves to see you wear red things (it drives him crazy in the sweetest way), he doesn’t want to associate you with the darkest part of him. You’re the beautiful blue to his glaring red, because you’re the best thing in his life and he wants to outline and highlight you out as much as possible.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

I don’t think he has a signature pet name, he probably uses one that fits with the object of his affections and the history he has with them. He’d also be mindful of what you like and don’t like, and adjust them accordingly.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Libraries. The old ones that smell of paper and leather. The ones with the shelves that climb up to the wall and the old worn seats that are just perfect to sit into and read for hours. Jason loves a calm environment and a quiet victorian library does the trick just well.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Read, cuddles, adult cuddles... ;) I think Jason likes rainy days because it gives him an excuse to spend time with you at home. He’d probably bake something in the afternoon and you might or might not turn it into a flour war, make a mess in the kitchen but make a bonding activity of cleaning it up after (he and you know when to be kids and when to be mature and you both respect the line, and that’s why it’s so fun). Rainy days are domestic days and nothing is more pure or adorable than domestic Jason. It’s a hill I’ll die on.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

That’s a tricky one, because when Jason spirals down he has trouble getting out by himself. But when you are down, Jason will go to hell and back to make sure you feel better. He’ll cook you your favourite thing, skip patrol to stay by your side, do a dumb tik tok dance to put a smile on your face or hear you laugh. He’d be attentive to your needs and do everything in his power to help you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything. Jason is a smart boy, he’d enjoy either talking about art, or about larger questions in the universe, or maybe about the birds that made a nest outside. Jason is incredibly easy to talk to when he’s receptive to the person talking to him, and that surprises anyone who knows him on the surface or less.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Massages, but only by you. He trusts you, he is as comfortable as he can get with you seeing him shirtless with his scars (no professional masseur/se will ever get up close to him), and with you touching him in perhaps more sensitive or vulnerable places. He’d close his eyes and let involuntary moans when you’d unknot the tension in his muscles (and you’d secretly enjoy having such a force of nature all putty and soft under your hands). Then it’d be cuddle time and he would be relaxed as he’s ever been.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

That’s simple: you. You’re his beautiful partner, the only one he has eyes for, so the world should see how great you are. He’d find a way to place you in every conversation, whether it would be to point out that hey, you can do that too, or because he just can’t shut up about you. That earns him infinite teasing from his family on how soft he is for you, but he can’t bring himself to care because he loves you so much.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Jason wanted to marry you, and you had talked about it enough as a couple that he knew you wanted it too. But he wanted to wait for the right moment and he couldn’t plan that. The proposal probably happened at an unexpected moment, like when you tried to make him soup when he got injured and ended up messing it up bad. You came back to the couch and apologized to him profusely, and with stars in his eyes he asked you to marry him. Or when one of his enemies tried to take you while taking out the trash, but you chucked the garbage bag AND the metal lid to them, and Jason got down on one knee the second you finished recounting the story, out of breath from running back inside. The wedding was a private affair (Roy was his best man) somewhere quiet and meaningful, without too many artifices or big set up. It was perfect for you two.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

This is a hard one. I feel like Jason would be into soul/jazz, in the style of Marvin Gaye, Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra. To some extent he is a very old school person, and I believe music is one of the topics that falls into that old school side of him. It’s just a feeling, it’s how I imagine Jason. Unforgettable by Nat King Cole would be his to-go song when it comes to you.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Oh yea. Jaybird’s got the ring in mind as soon as he knew you were the one. See Wedding above.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I don’t think he’d want a pet, because he can be absent often, or he wouldn’t have enough time. But if he’d have to, he’d get a cat, I think. Walking a dog morning and night would get a little bit much, especially since sometimes he might have trouble getting out of bed after patrol. But a cat, a rescue stubborn older cat who has seen others, that would be a match. The cat would be distant at first, but one morning he’d wake up with his grump of a feline curled beside his pillow and purring, or after a rough day the cat would bring him its toy and Jason would just. Cry. Because this little creature became his friend. And it’s so pure. (Also Jason building cat trees and climbing installations for the cat? Satisfying image).

#Jason Todd #jason todd fluff alphabet #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood imagine #dc #dcu #dc universe #dc imagine #dcu imagine #dc universe imagine #batfam #batfam imagine #imagine #red hood x you #outlaws

553 notes · View notes

khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

Note

HI, IT'S ME! YOUR LOCAL CHAOTIC WEIRDO!!!!! I'M BACK AGAIN LIKE I AM TWICE EVERY WEEK

IT'S MY BOY DAVID THIS TIME! WHY AM I SO HYPER! MAYBE BECAUSE THEY KISSED! AND I HAD TO SUPPRESS MY SCREAMS BCAUSE IM IN CLASS AND THE REST OF MY FAMILY IS OUTSIDE MY DOOR (NOT LITERALLY OFC)

OK OK OK OK OK OK

MAX AND DAVID ARE AT THE LONDON INSTITUTE YESYESYESYES

He rather liked that part in a story – when the hero fell, and everything seemed bleak. It always meant that hope was just around the corner. Because darkness never lasted. It was always followed by light. There was nothing more beautiful than that kind of sunrise.

THIS

I literally live my life by this analogy

AHHH DAVID IS ON HIS TRAVEL YEAR AND MAX IS WITH HIM

SCREAM

well i can't scream because my mom is sitting right there and I have class in 4 minutes so imma smile really wide

“Are you planning to read the entire library during your travel year?” Max chuckled.

“Of course not,” David replied. “I will need longer than a year to accomplish that goal.”

Me.

Wait

does max not being able to make portals have something to do with his lineage?

demon parent

ok so my programming class started 2 minutes early but screw programming I'm gonna be studying minds not this shit

ok that's a very bad attitude for someone who needs good grades in this year

Max was always hungry.

this is so me

KIT

THEY MENTIONED TY

also if David doesn't become an institute head in the future THEN WHAT'S THE POINT

“Where is the kitchen?” Max interrupted.

max is such a mood

He had told Max that he had centuries to perfect his magic, that there was no need to rush it. Max had given him a noncommittal nod and nothing more.

HE'S GONNA MAKE THE BEST PORTALS YOU'LL SEE

“I won’t tell the Consul,” Kit winked.

At the mention of the Consul, David straightened up. He had been trying to get into Alec Lightwood’s good graces for years now. He didn’t think sharing a room with his son would do him any favors.

DAVID UDUCDFUHKDUHVUHSDH

PLEASE IF WE DON'T GET A CUTE ALEC AND DAVID SCENE SOON

KIT CALLED TESSA MOM

oh my god

Word was that Mr. Herondale had gone back to his obsession with brewing tea.

JACE

I have so many emotions right now but all I'm gonna say is that I'm so so proud of Rafael

“Do you not want to sleep with me?” Max asked.

UH-

WELL-

DAVID STOP THINKING ABOUT THE FUTURE AND ALL THE SHIT

STOP IT

OH MY GOD THE ONE BED TROPE

MAX IS IN HIS ARMS I'M ABOUT TO-

takes a deep breath don't scream. everyone outside this door thinks you're taking programming class

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY

AWW JULIAN PAINTED PORTRAITS FOR THE INSTITUTE

The one of Will Herondale and Tessa Gray – A love that had transcended reality and lasted a lifetime.

The one of James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs – A love that had started with a lie and then blossomed into nothing but happiness and devotion.

The one of Lucie Herondale and Jesse Blackthorn – A love that had been so powerful that it rewrote the past.

The one of Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild – A love that had walked through hell and shaken up the heavens.

And then there the final one. The one of Kit Herondale and Tiberius Blackthorn – A love that had survived distance and darkness and doom.

This omg...

He wanted a love story. The kind he read in the books. The kind he saw in these portraits.

But he wasn’t a Herondale. He wasn’t sure if he was destined for that kind of love.

HEY

DON'T THINK LIKE THAT

The first part though

same

He might have been a little too excited. It was biologically impossible to control yourself when you find a stranger reading your favorite book in the whole world.

SO TRUE

“I see you already made a new friend,” Max said.

He sounded a little…odd. As if he was not pleased that David had made a new friend.

honey...

take a guess

can I jump in and bash their heads together?

“You are thinking of conjuring chocolate syrup, aren’t you?” David chuckled.

“How do you always know what’s on my mind?” Max chuckled back.

Because I know you, David wanted to say. I just wish I knew what’s in your heart too.

OH MY GOD I CANT WITH THIS

“You get chocolate syrup! You get chocolate syrup! You get chocolate syrup!” Max was yelling, standing on the chair.

They residents laughed harder, and David shook his head fondly. He hoped one day Max would pursue a career in theatre. He was a born showman.

can I have chocolate syrup?

also, the way David is just so fond of him like DYUSDGYJCDYUJM

“By the angel, do you have to be a drama queen about everything?” the boy next to them muttered – not so quietly.

David blinked. That was uncalled for.

But Max being Max was completely unfazed. “Of course I do. My Bapa would be personally offended otherwise.”

exactly you rude little shit

Max often pretended like people’s words didn’t hurt him - just as he pretend that fire doesn’t burn or wounds don’t bleed.

wow ok stop calling me out

Is max jealous??????

is he??????

how are people so good at languages like damn

“Oh my god,” Max groaned. “Is he already telling people to check on me?”

LMAO

using mundane medicine...

that's risky

but it's also something that WILL help

can't warlocks tamper with the blood samples?

A part of him wondered if that’s why he had agreed to send Max away to London – at least for a week. Because sometimes you didn’t want other people to see you were hurting.

alec I really goddamn hope you're dealing with this well

some of whom had even decided to die than get help from a warlock.

alright then gets my knives but you chose this :D

Nobody brought a book down for breakfast if they didn't like to read.

yes but sometimes also to seem busy so people won't bother you or you won't look alone.

“I know,” the boy said as he walked past them to the gate. “I sat on the stairs and thought about life for a few good minutes.”

his family is the one who took over David's previous institute (i can't spell that. marse- marselli- wat??) methinks.

The gang always visited whenever all of them were in the city together. They would have so much fun! Of course, the 'fun' mostly entailed Rafael stopping Georgia from drinking random potions she found in the stalls, Selena stopping Lexi from opening a psychic booth to help people talk to Raziel and of course David stopping Max from running to the gambling booths.

LMAO, I CANT WITH THIS-

Rafe: I am anxiety.

me at any given moment

EW TESTICLES HE'S EATING THOSE-

ok maybe I'm the only person who's really picky when it comes to food and doesn't eat the majority of things

“Anything on Magnus Bane?” Max asked.

“No,” the woman snapped and shoved some of the letters into a bag and hide it under the table. “Leave Magnus Bane alone!”

“Appreciate your loyalty,” Max winked at her and started examining a diary.

I like her.

"Everyone should be participating in this" -my programming teacher

me, an intellectual: participating in what?? goes to the class web THE FUCK IS THAT

“Something for the shadowhunter?” the woman smiled. “Perhaps an unpublished snippet from the Beautiful Cordelia?”

“Do you have any love letters?” David asked.

“Hmmm,” the woman went through the pages. “I do have a correspondence between an Iblis demon and Christopher Lightwood? Would you be interested in that?”

if u don't mind I would love to see both of those-

you know I just remembered I have a computer assignment I need to submit by the end of this week fml

“Never fall in love with an immortal,” she giggled again. “We don’t like staying in one place.”

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

MAX WHERE ARE YOU

why are we using x and 3 in programming class what the heck is going on

“I’m not just some warlock,” Max said, his voice low. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

GIVE HIM THAT NECKLACE BACK

we usually have programming once a week on our physical school days and those are fun because my and my friend are continuously passing notes and talking to each other through writing

The scene where Max fought off all the evil people who tried to steal his valuable belonging. He would fight without breaking a sweat and throw magic fireballs at everyone and then get his necklace back. And then he would kiss David in front of everyone and it would somehow rain all of a sudden.

But life wasn’t a movie or a book. Life was just life.

life's boring

fuck life

I just heard a student ask "why are we not taking out the values of b and c" BESTIE I THOUGHT WE WERE DOING PROGRAMMING AND NOT ALGEBRA?????

“I know there wasn’t anyone to protect you before,” Magnus Bane had said. “But we are here now. We will protect you. This will protect you.”

He hadn’t wanted it back then. He didn't even want it even now.

He didn’t want something to protect him. Most importantly, he didn’t want to cover his scar. He didn’t want to hide it. He wasn’t ashamed of it. It wasn’t a mark of a victim. It was the mark of a survivor.

So, David had smiled and given the bracelet back.

“I never wanted to be protected,” David had replied. “I only ever wanted to be loved.”

The warlock had smiled at that and given David a hug. It had felt different than other hugs he had experienced since he had come to New York.

It wasn’t just the magic. Magnus Bane carried so much love inside himself you could literally feel it through him.

I'm gonna cry during my programming class (where we're doing variables apparently all of a sudden??)

this is so beautiful

“I wasn’t talking about Bapa,” Max said now. “I was talking about the other one.”

David chuckled at that. “Oh, yeah. He is definitely going to kill you.”

what flowers would you like at your funeral?

so Jackson has family troubles

I've definitely got that

yeah I know what it's like to be jealous of someone else's perfect family

JACKSON WTF

Is he trying to ruin max's relationship with his family???

oh hell no

JACKSON THE AUDACITY

“One stolen necklace, One broken nose and One bruised cheek,” he said. “And you’ve been in London for less than a day.”

kit seriously? but is he wrong though?

“This is what I get for falling for a Lightwood-Bane,” David sighed and walked through the portal.

WELL AT LEAST HE'S SELF AWARE

Jackson...

in some ways, I can empathize with him. my younger self anyway. but Jackson this is not how you do things

There was a moment of silence and then Magnus Bane giggled.

“I do love it when the quiet ones go feral,” the warlock grinned.

MAGNUS

NOT.THE.TIME

(me too)

“David!” Mr Herondale gasped. “Is your hand okay?”

yup that's Jace y'all

David hated violence. He hated fighting – which he was often not allowed to say out loud considering he was a shadowhunter.

But it was the truth. He hated hurting people – or even things. It made him feel sick.

“It’s alright, Chouchou,” Mr Herondale ran a hand through David’s hair. “Next time, just-”

“Use my words?” David asked.

“Just don’t get caught,” the man winked.

and that is why I would never want to be a shadowhunter.

I know saying that doesn't do anything but when I first read tsc I wanted to be a shadowhunter really badly and damn that was some time ago but now...violence of any kind is my biggest trigger idek why. and I hate that so much because what kind of a person gets triggered by loud voices and fighting EVEN ON SCREEN??? I usually just push myself to watch stuff because it's dumb. I refuse to see trigger warnings before reading a book or watching a show because damn it, I should be able to stand those things I'm, not a child. and it may be doing me more harm than good but I shouldn't feel like this in the first place

okay...that was long

ANYWAY

“David, I appreciate you standing up for Max,” the Consul said. “But next time, please try not to punch anyone in the face.”

“Yes, sir,” David nodded. “Because it’s wrong.”

“Because it means more paperwork for me,” the Consul groaned and then straightened up. “But yes. Absolutely. Very wrong. No punching people!”

LMAO ALEC

Jackson...

I was wrong then

He was grinning. Magnus Bane must have raised hell in the shadow market.

that must have been fun

Max was doing that thing where he was not trying to pout but he was mostly definitely pouting. It made David want to kiss him. But then the Consul spoke, and David reminded himself he didn’t want to be the third person to get punched in the face this evening.

well-

“I understand that Jackson has been through a lot. But that’s not an excuse for him to hurt those around him. I learned that lesson the hard way. So, you shouldn’t excuse his behaviour.”

someone's trauma and pain is never an excuse to hurt others

but that doesn't mean we should invalidate their trauma either

“You can stay back and try to help him. I won’t stop you,” the man got up now. “But if he tries to hurt you-”

“You will unleash hell?” David chuckled.

“Worse,” the other man grinned. “I will unleash Lexi.”

that is much much worse

Books brought him comfort in so many ways. Just holding one in his hands automatically made him feel better.

oh my god

he gets it

I always have a book with me when I'm out even if I'm not gonna get the time to read it because just the weight and comfort of it in my hands or in my backpack brings me so much comfort and helps with my social anxiety so much

no one understands when I try to tell them that

you get it...

someone gets it finally

AYYY IRENE

“David, it’s very sweet that you want to protect Jackson,” Kit pointed out. “But literally no one is buying that. Not even Irene.”

The lynx purred on his lap as if she agreed with Kit.

“I could break into a liquor cabinet,” David said a little indignantly.

David is the nicest you can get

David wouldn’t. Apparently, everyone already seemed to know that - even the lynx he had met five minutes ago.

we are solving something in class and it's really quiet because we're all doing our work (I'm reading the fic so-) and this one person had their mic open and they kept on whispering their steps and it was so weird I cant-

BUT YES DAVID IS A CINNAMON ROLL. EVEN THE LYNX KNOWS

“We were talking about shitty fathers,” Jackson pointed out. “You’re welcome to stay.”

“I’m gonna need something stronger than red wine for this conversation,” Kit chuckled.

I remember that bitch

David used to do it when he was a child. He used to pretend his life was a story. He used to pretend everything that happened to him was happening to some other boy – a boy who wasn’t real. A boy who lived inside a book. Because it hurt a little less when you pretend like it wasn’t happening to you.

But the pain was still very real.

OK YOU CAN STOP CALLING ME OUT NOW

“I fucking hate ogres,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Was your father an ogre too?” Jackson asked.

“He was more like a harpy,” Kit snorted. “He was always flying and fleeing. I didn’t know how deep his talons were in my head until it was too late.”

you really like traumatizing all your characters, don't you?

I really fucking hope the ogre got what he deserved

and if the angel is dead then fuck everyone

“I mean, there was that time when Sebastian Morgenstern turned my father into the endarkened, and then he went around killing people. So, I would say he was more like a zombie,” the man was explaining now. “The zombie father tried to kill me but my brother killed him first.”

“Good lord!” Jackson said in shock.

Kit chuckled softly. “Boy do shadowhunters need therapy.”

they really do

He knew about those from New York. He knew Mr Herondale and Miss Fairchild went for one together.

YES GET THEM THERAPY

“Yikes,” Kit chuckled. “I’d prefer something classier. How about London Boys?”

“None of us are from London though,” Tiberius pointed out.

“The Beatles are not actually beetles, Ty,” Kit chuckled. “It’s just for pizazz.”

damn guys

Then the idea of a band turned into a possible YouTube channel where they would react to cute animal videos.

YS DO IT

“When people do awful things, really awful things, at one point we stop being surprised. Like what Valentine did to his children or what our fathers did to us or what those women did to Rafael. We might have been shocked or disgusted. But it wasn’t unrealistic, was it?”

“I guess not,” the boy said.

“Even when they did the most unimaginable acts of cruelty, it somehow managed to fit into our imagination. We accepted that the world can be unrealistically cruel. The kind of cruelty we will never understand. But why isn’t it the same for kindness? Why is that when someone is too kind, we automatically feel uncomfortable? We judge their intensions or think they are just pretending to be nice. We think they are being unrealistic. Why is that?”

we get so used to cruelty that kindness feels weird

“But that’s how our life works, doesn’t it? It’s a giant ball of what ifs and could have beens and if nots. What if my father had loved me instead of hurt me? Could I have been kinder if I was hugged instead of being abused? Would have I been a different person if not for my trauma? Our lives are an endless collection of theories about our real selves. The one didn’t we never had the chance to become.”

THIS

I used to spend a bunch of time on the what-ifs but those are useless. so screw the what-ifs and live in the present

“I guess we’ll never know, Jackson. None of us will never know how we would have turned out if things had been different for us. We never got the chance to be who were meant to be. Instead, we became who we had to become to survive what we went through. We will never know our true selves. We only know the version of us that made it through all the trauma.”

“Christ, that’s depressing,” Jackson said.

“It is,” David nodded. “But we made it through. We survived. I think we should focus on that.”

you survived. that's what matters

“There is nothing wrong with wanting to be rescued,” David smiled.

I wish I had heard this before...

maybe I don't always have to be strong. maybe it's ok sometimes just want to be saved.

I'm so happy that both Jackson and David found each other

David had learned Gaelic. Jackson had learned how to play the piano.

They had laughed and lived and loved and learned.

And they had survived – one day at a time. The London Boys.

they survived.

I know I'm always key smashing and screaming but these words, these lines, all these chapters mean so so much to me.

“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” David asked, hugging Jackson closely.

“No,” Jackson replied. “I will FaceTime you like a normal person, you weirdo!”

David laughed at that. “I prefer letters. They are more emotional.”

“I’ll text you,” Jackson countered. “With emojis.”

oh to have someone write me letters.

I love writing letters

once at the end of a school year, I wrote little letters to everyone in my class anonymously. even the people who had been mean to me. that was like 1-2 years after my transfer to that school and everyone practically hated me but I wanted to do something nice because who knows what someone is going through. I ended up not putting them in people's desks...

I threw them all away :)

but writing letters is superior

I often write my feelings down and give the letter to someone rather than talk to someone

if you receive a letter from me or a custom-made gift...you have reached my ultimate friendship

oh my god. THIS IS HOW I SHOULD TALK TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS ABOUT MY FEELINGS

It's kind of been a mess between us and I want to talk to her but I didn't know how to.

this is why i shouldn't send asks-

JACKSON CATCHING UP ON MAX AND DAVID

“You know what it means,” Jackson grinned harder. “Also, if that wanker tries to break your heart, I will break his face.”

“You know he is the Consul’s son?” David giggled.

“I’ve done it once and I will do it again,” Jackson shrugged. “He better treat you right.”

"wanker"

I HAVE A BRITISH ONLINE FRIEND AND THEY CALLED OUR AMERICAN ONLINE FRIEND A WANKER

AND OUR OTHER BRITISH FRIEND JOINED IN

WHILE ALL THE NON-BRITISH PEOPLE WERE LIKE "huh"

Lexi had cut her hair even shorter. Her girlfriend apparently got something called an undercut.

“Just in case someone dared to assume we were straight,” she had winked at him.

how many years has this fake dating been going on...

CENTURION SELENA

fterA the twins went to bed, David stepped out of the institute and went looking for his heart.

"went looking for his heart"

OH FUCK I FORGOT TO JOIN MY CLASS

MAX STOP DEPLETING YOUR SELF GODDAMN

And then somewhere along the way, Max’s heartbeat had become the steadiest thing in David’s life.

Max, with all his chaos and drama and danger, had become the steadiest thing in David’s life.

oh my god that's a parallel from canon

“Tell me why.”

“Ain't nothing but a heart break!!"

Max-

Max could make fireballs that killed demons on the spot. He could summon things from anywhere. He could heal people with his eyes closed. He was one of the youngest warlocks allowed to visit the spiral labyrinth.

Max was a warlock in every sense. A good one. A great one even.

he is so talented...

Only idiots would underestimate Magnus Bane’s power.

EXACTLY

He is probably going to be Consul like next week.”

David chuckled. “Next week?”

next week????

“Yeah, his smoking habits,” Max rolled his eyes.

Rafael wasn’t the smoker in the family. He knew who it was, but David would never open his mouth. It wasn’t his secret to tell.

this keeps on getting better

“It’s my hair!” David laughed.

“And you’re my David!” Max argued. “I say you are not allowed to grow your hair.”

MY DAVID

“I don’t want to downworld-splain it to you.”

Max blinked and then laughed. “You don’t want to what?”

“Downworld-splain,” David mumbled. “It’s when shadowhunters explain downworlders how to be downworlders.”

they were SO close to kissing

I'm gonna get in there and lock them in a closet together and tell them to FUCKING GET WITH IT

Remember who you are. Remember where you stand.

remember who you are. remember where you stand...

I know this is supposed to be about portals.

OH MY GOD THEY KISSED

THEY KISSED

IM SO CLOSE TO SCREAMING CLASS AND EVERYONE OUTSIDE THIS ROOM BE DAMNED

OH MY GOD DAVID FELL

reminds me of when alec fell down the stairs-

OH MY GOD I'M GONNA SCREAM

WE'RE GONNA GET MORE MAVID CONTENT SOON I'M SCREAMING INTERNALLY UYDRVFY7VSDU7UYVFSDUYGCADUYIGJCDSHJKGDVCSUGISDVHVF

ok, I have a computer assignment to get to and tests to study for. BUT I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO MUCH!! THEY FINALLY KISSED I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!

Also I know I tend to go off track and you can totally ignore that. i just go crazy. BYEE

This live blog gives me so much life you don't even know. I am go glad you enjoyed the chapter. I love hearing you rant about it. It's refreshing lol.

And I looooooove the lil anecdotes you share in between. Also wtf is a programming class like nobody wants to learn programme what kind of hetero nonsense I-

FINISH YOUR ASSIGNMENTS AND STUDY FOR YOUR TESTS I'LL SEE YOU SOON :)

#lbaf

9 notes · View notes

gamerwoo · 4 years

Text

[Tales from the Pack] Minghao: Find Our Way (Part Eight)

Characters: Minghao x (blind) female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, murder

Word count: 3,035

Summary: You already knew who you were meant to be with and how your life was supposed to go. The only thing keeping you and the life you were destined to lead apart was the fact you were blind. At least, for now, you could meet him in your dreams.

Tag list: @choiminjae0325 @heolykpop @fullsun-donghyuck @yoonbabe-d @exuwu @lets-get-1t @vintageot5 @sehunnies-hunnie96 @childfmoonn @wobwobkpop @henloimawierdobye @dirinast @joshwoah @wreckedbytae@sakura-uji (if you wanna be added please send an ask or a dm!!)

Unable to tag: @birthday-prinxess @sooooofrench

Previous | Next | Find Our Way Masterlist

All eyes went to Joshua. He was the only other person who had experienced what Minghao was. He had lost his pull to his mate before -- not counting when she had died -- but it was under very odd circumstances that he never really spoke to anybody about.

“Okay, but even if it was like what happened with Lilly,” Joshua began when the pack began bombarding him with questions, “why would _____ suddenly up and leave? And without her cane? She wouldn’t have gotten to the front door without bumping into everything or falling down the stairs, and that would’ve woken up the pack!”

“Nothing here is adding up,” Jihoon agreed.

While the pack went back and forth on what could’ve happened, Minghao was racking his brain as he tried to figure out what could’ve happened to you. You running away from him was completely out of the question for multiple reasons -- the top two being that you would need your cane to do so anyway, and he was positive you loved him as much as he loved you. Kidnapping was an option, but he was positive that the pack would’ve not only heard it happen, but he knew he would’ve sensed danger. Not only that, but your scent would’ve led somewhere other than just the middle of the woods before going cold like you disappeared out of thin air.

He gasped, looking up from the floor, “The witch!”

“The what?” Seungkwan asked.

“Sh-she said she met a witch at the market yesterday!” Minghao was babbling so quickly that his words were jumbling together. “She offered to fix _____’s eyes but she wanted to consult with me first.”

“Witches are very sneaky,” Seungcheol nodded. “The witch might’ve tracked _____ down and lured her out.”

“But what reason would a witch have to kidnap _____?” Jooyeon wondered.

“They don’t need a reason,” Soomin spoke up, already knowing a lot about witches. “They cause trouble for the hell of it. They’ll strike up an offer and keep up the offer, but there’s always a price.”

“The price being that Minghao can’t find her now,” Soonyoung guessed.

Seungcheol turned to look between Junhui and Jeonghan, “Did you see _____ talking to anybody yesterday at the market?”

Jooyeon raised her hand before either boy could reply, “She was looking at this one booth with some bag of bones running it. I went over to um...purchase a new knife or two...or five.”

“Do you remember where it was located?” Jun asked.

You explored the cottage a bit. There really wasn’t much to it. There was the den, which was the biggest room in the house. Then there was a small kitchen, and even smaller bedroom, and a bathroom. So you got pretty bored easily, figuring it would be rude to start sifting through the owner’s belongings like their books and whatnot.

The cat followed you around, occasionally chirping at you. You did find that there was a collar on the little cat’s neck that had a bell on it and a small circular tag that read Yeji. So you at least had a name to call the cat, but that was all the information you’d gathered while at the cottage.

Despite the situation, you were happy you could see. It was like a whole new world to you since you hadn’t been able to see since you were a child. The colors were so much more vivid than you remembered. You couldn’t wait for Minghao to come find you so you could finally look at him in person.

Meow.

You looked down to see Yeji looking up at you with her tail swishing again. You bent down, holding a hand out to her.

“What is it?” you asked as if she would answer.

Yeji only chirped before turning and running toward the kitchen. She leaped up onto the counter and put her two front paws on the windowsill before she turned back to look at you. You locked eyes for only a second before she slid out through the slightly open window and jumped down onto the ground.

“Yeji!” you called in almost a whine, not wanting to lose the only thing you had to keep you company.

You went over to the window and peered out to see if you could find the black cat, but she was nowhere to be found. You sighed, a pout forming on your face as you realized you were now alone. Part of you wished you’d closed the window, but you also didn’t want to trap the cat in here, too.

There was suddenly soft scratching on the front door, followed by little meows. You turned your head and walked over to the front door, unsure if you should open it or not.

“Yeji...?” you called before pressing your ear to the door.

Meow.

‘This cat is a little odd...’

You unlocked the door and opened it to see Yeji sitting and staring at you like always. She meowed once more before she got up and began trotting down the small grassy hill that led to the woods.

‘Why would a cottage be out here?’

‘Well, Soomin’s was in the woods, too.’

Yeji paused to look behind her, seeing that you were still standing in the doorway as you looked off into the woods.

Meow.

This one was a little sharper, bringing you from your thoughts. She took a few more steps before turning back and meowing at you again. All you could assume was that the little cat wanted to be followed, though you weren’t sure why. Still, you began following after the cat, who then stopped meowing at you.

You only got to walk halfway to where the trees started when you were abruptly stopped. It was almost like you ran into a wall except it didn’t quite feel solid and it didn’t hurt. You put your hands up and pressed, feeling some sort of force holding your hands at the invisible line that you couldn’t seem to cross.

However, Yeji had walked over toward the forest just fine.

She turned around and saw you standing there, fighting against the invisible barrier.

Meow!

This one seemed almost urgent or afraid. She trotted back over to you, meowing up at you like she was telling you to push harder. But no matter how hard you fought, you couldn’t cross over. You even started walking around the area and trying other places, but it was like there was a circle around the cottage keeping you in.

But what if it didn’t just effect you? What if it effected people trying to come in, too?

What if Minghao couldn’t find you?

Yeji seemed to tell you were panicking because you felt her butting her soft head against your leg. She purred and let out soft chirps. She looked up at you with her green eyes and meowed quietly before she turned and took off toward the forest until she disappeared into the greenery.

“Yeji!” you called, hoping maybe she would come back.

But she didn’t.

“Hello?” you called, eyes scanning the forest for anybody to come help you; to get you out of here even if you’d never know what happened to bring you here. “A-anybody...?”

But there was nobody there to hear you.

The pack essentially had to split up. Jooyeon led the first group through the market, trying to keep her head down as she looked for the knife vendor she stole from the day prior. If she could find that booth, she could find the witch.

The second group was waiting out in the forest, waiting for them to find the witch. Assuming she was dumb enough to return to the market, which they were betting on. Otherwise, they had nothing to go off of.

“There,” Jooyeon pointed over to a booth run by a burly-looking blacksmith with dirty hands and face. “I got the knives there, so...”

Their eyes traveled across the little path to...an empty booth.

Jeonghan let out a sigh, his eyes closing, “Fuck... What are we gonna do?”

“What are we going to tell Minghao?” Seungkwan frowned, looking around the group for answers.

Meow.

Jeonghan’s eyes snapped back to the booth, seeing a long-haired black cat perched on the table that he assumed would normally hold the witch’s products she sold. The cat’s piercing green eyes stared back at him, its tail swishing softly off the table.

“Can witches turn into cats?” Jeonghan wondered quietly.

The rest of the group looked over to see why he was asking, and they were a little surprised to see the cat suddenly sitting there.

Jun slowly cocked his head to one side, “I’m not...sure...”

“Soomin might know,” Hansol suggested.

“Yeah, and that’s perfect to know when she’s not here,” Josh nodded.

Meow.

“Hi, kitty,” Junhui cooed as he walked slowly toward the cat as to not spook it. He always loved animals -- especially the strays in town that would wonder into the woods and he would always pet and play with -- so of course he was the first to try to approach the cat. “What’re you doing here so suddenly?”

The cat didn’t move from its spot, meowing again.

“It’s a loud little thing, huh?” Jeonghan murmured.

Jun approached the cat until he could reach out a hand and touch it. So he put his hand out for the cat to sniff, but it only stood up and walked to the other end of the table, glancing at the boy over its shoulder. It meowed again before jumping down onto the ground and beginning to walk to the outskirts of the market.

“You scared it off,” Joshua frowned, whacking Jun in the shoulder.

However, they watched as the cat stopped and looked behind itself to see if they were following. It meowed louder and kept standing there, watching.

Jun took a step forward.

The cat took a step forward and meowed.

“Weird thing, too,” Jeonghan noted.

“No, I think it wants to be followed,” Junhui said before he began walking after the cat.

“That’s still weird,” Jooyeon stated.

“Seungkwan, go tell the others that the witch wasn’t here, but we might’ve found a lead. If we find her, we’ll bring her back,” Jeonghan instructed before going to tag up with those following the cat.

“Wait, but I wanna see what happens!” Seungkwan whined.

“Tough,” the older wolf spat before catching up with the group.

All Minghao could do was pace. Danbi even offered Jiwoo for him to hold as a distraction, and that was the first ever time any of the wolves declined an opportunity to hold the baby. How could he sit still when he knew they had no leads? They were just following a cat! What would that do? They’d never find you now, and he’d never know what happened to you. His whole world was crumbling.

“While some witches can shapeshift,” Soomin began explaining when the question was brought up, “some also have familiars that assist them -- whether it be to help them be good or bad. Though, most familiars are able to shift between their human form and their animal form.”

“Like werewolves,” Chan shrugged.

“Essentially, yes.”

“So that cat might be the witch or the witch’s familiar?” Seungkwan asked.

“But if it’s the witch, why would it lead the pack elsewhere?” Seungcheol wondered. “Unless it’s something bad.”

“But one witch versus all of them?” Mingyu reminded him. “They’ll be fine.”

“Can familiars do anything?” Soonyoung asked Wonwoo’s mate.

“Some have very limited and weak powers, but just one familiar would be nothing against the others.”

“So it’s either the witch or the familiar,” Jihoon decided with a solid nod.

“Or,” Wonwoo spoke up, “they’re just following around some cat. It wouldn’t be the first time Junhui’s done that, anyway.”

Minghao didn’t want to believe that. He wanted to believe they had a lead on where you were. He hoped it was the witch herself, but he wasn’t sure why the witch would want their attention. Actually, he wasn’t sure why the witch’s familiar would help them, either. Oh god, what if it was just a cat?

All of the wolves stopped, eyes looking toward the door as their ears picked up on noise. There was an unfamiliar voice that sounded much older and like it had smoked too much tobacco. It sounded like it was struggling, too, grunting and demanding to be let go of.

Then they recognized the scent of their pack, and Minghao was rushing toward the door before anybody else could move. He threw the backdoor open and saw the group of wolves -- and Jooyeon -- walking out of the forest. Joshua and Jeonghan had a strong grip on an elderly woman in a dark red cloak as she kicked and fought against them. Her hair was white and stringy and long, and she had crooked and missing teeth that showed whenever she spoke.

“Is that...?”

“Unfortunately,” Joshua grunted. “She tried to bite me three times on the way here.”

“Told you I could just knock the rest of her teeth out,” Jooyeon shrugged.

“How did you find her?” Seungcheol asked, appearing behind the Chinese wolf.

But, of course, his eyes found his mate and he had to rush right over to her and look her over instead of wait for any answers. But the rest of the pack was waiting to hear how they tracked down the old hag.

“That cat led us to her,” Hansol shrugged. “The lady set up shop in the next town over.”

The two boys managed to get the witch into the house before they dug out some rope and tied her down to a chair in the kitchen. The pack gathered around, ready to interrogate. Seungcheol insisted the mates stay upstairs -- including Jooyeon, who protested very loudly -- so Mingyu and Wonwoo both went to stay with them since the alpha’s mate would be a handful to keep there.

“Alright, lady,” Soonyoung began with a disgusted look on his face as he scanned the old witch, “what did you do with _____?”

“I’ve never heard that name in my life,” she stated simply.

“You look like you’ve been alive for millenniums so I don’t think you would remember if you have anyway,” Jihoon muttered under his breath.

“We know you kidnapped a girl from here last night,” Seungcheol stated, using his ‘alpha voice’. “Tell us where you brought her. Why can’t her mate feel the pull to her?”

The woman smirked, showing off her mostly-toothless grin that made a few of them cringe away from her, “Looks like lover boy will just have to suffer without her then if he can’t find her.”

“If you don’t tell us where she is, we’ll kill you,” Jihoon stated in a growl, golden eyes turning red as they narrowed.

“I’d sooner die than help a werewolf,” she spat before literally spitting in the direction of the shorter wolf.

The three alphas looked between each other, considering their options. They weren’t sure how to get answers out of her. They could try torturing her, but they didn’t want to do that. Even if it was to find a mate, they weren’t sure they could go through with that.

Well, maybe a little bit.

Jihoon lifted his hand, his eyes faintly glowing to life as he curled his hand out like he were holding the witch by the throat. As he began to bend his fingers, pressure was applied to her neck, closing her airways.

“Tell us where she is,” Seungcheol demanded. “What did you do with her?”

The witch only laughed more, choking out, “You’ll never...find her.”

“This is your last chance, hag!” Soonyoung barked. “Tell us or we’ll kill you.”

Minghao watched silently from the sidelines, unsure if he could take part in this. But knowing that he wasn’t getting any answers, something in him snapped. He shoved his way to the front of the crowd, even pushing Jihoon away and losing his concentration with his power. Minghao gripped the witch by her collar and pulled her so close that their noses almost touched.

“Tell me where my mate is!” he demanded in a snarl that ripped through his chest and even frightened a few of his brothers. “I want her back now!”

“I’m a powerful witch, dog,” she chuckled. “I know how to make it so you’ll never find her.”

“Tell me!” Minghao was yelling in her face, his face turning so red that his brothers thought he might explode.

She only laughed in his face, finding amusement in his anger.

Without even thinking, Minghao’s eyes glowed as his power kicked in. And since the last special werewolf he touched was Jihoon, it was his power. Minghao stepped back and raised his palm to the witch like the older wolf had, except he was curling his fingers at a much faster rate, choking the witch much quicker.

The whole time, she smiled and laughed until she didn’t have the air in her to laugh anymore. The light faded from her eyes, Minghao staring her down with a glare and a clenched jaw, his glowing eyes filled with hot tears.

“Hao...?” Soonyoung spoke up softly.

Minghao let out a sigh, dropping his hand as his gaze fell to the floor. His eyes turned back to their normal yellow as tears began to slip down his cheeks. They may have gotten rid of the person who caused the problem -- and would no doubt cause more for them if they didn’t get rid of her -- but they were no closer to finding you. He was no closer to having you in his arms again.

While the pack was consoling Minghao inside, the cat from earlier was sitting outside. Her ears twitched as she heard the witch she was supposed to ‘work for’ being choked to death before finally dying. Satisfied with that, she turned and began running through the forest back to you, the poor girl waiting alone at the cottage.

She would fix this. She wasn’t sure how yet, but she would reunite you with your mate.

256 notes · View notes

dameronology · 4 years

Text

obi-wan kenobi fluff alphabet

based off of this original post! if you guys want to see another star wars/marvel character, drop a message in my inbox :D

a - activities - what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?

obi-wan would sit and watch paint dry for hours if he was with you. he doesn’t care what you guys do, as long as you’re together. however, he does particularly enjoy training with you, especially when you both get competitive. he also loves going for long walks, particularly at sunset, when you guys can just talk about everything and nothing.

b -beauty - what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?

as a jedi, obi-wan automatically admires things like patience and understanding, but especially passion. he loves when his s/o has a fiery passion to do something, whether it’s for a cause or to complete a task.

c - comfort - how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

obi-wan can usually sense your emotions through the force, so he’s very aware of what you’re feeling. if he’s not with you, he’ll reach out to you and try and talk to you - it’ll be calming words, sometimes ones of advice. if he’s with you, he’ll sit you down and hold you. if you want to talk about it, he’s all ears, but he’s also more than happy to just lay with you.

d - dreams - how do they picture their future with their s/o?

this is a tricky one because given the circumstances, obi-wan can never plan any definitive - his job is unpredictable and he barely knows what he’s doing in the next week. with that said, the one thing he is certain of is that wherever he ends up, he wants you with him.

e- equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

your relationship is definitely one of equals. obi-wan is so big on communication and talking and being on the same wavelength as you is very important to him. with that said, he is a jedi master and spends most his time instructing other people so he can over-step a little sometimes, but he’s very quick to notice and act on it.

f - fight - would they be easy to forgive their s/o? how are they fighting?

again, obi-wan is so big on the communication front and he urges you to talk things out rather than argue. with that said, fights are kind of inevitable in any relationship and they do happen; if he’s in the wrong, he’ll always apologise quickly and if you’re the one he feels is in the wrong, he’ll explain why and it’s not long before a compromise is reached.

g - gratitude - how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he is the KING of gratitude. he is so aware of everything you do for him and obi-wan is so focused on making sure you know it. (side note: some of his methods of appreciation™ belong in the other kind of alphabet)

h - honesty - do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?

obi-wan would never lie to you. he hardly has a reason to, and even if he did, his guilty conscious would make it impossible for him to do so. your relationship is your safe space and it’s an open book. you know each other better than you know yourselves (which works out quite nicely).

inspiration - did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

you turned his whole world around. before you, he’d completely shut the door on love and locked it behind him. you made him realise that he could be a good jedi and still love you. in fact, obi-wan probably credits you for making him a better jedi; the presence of somebody else in his life made him much more rational and self-aware.

j - jealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

obi-wan tries not to get jealous but he’s a human being, and it does happen. you guys can’t be open about your relationship in certain places, and that does lead to situations where somebody gets a little too close, but it’s his trust for you that trumps his jealousy. he knows that you love him and would never hurt him, and that’s enough to get him through it.

K - kiss - are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

obi-wan kenobi is one hell of a kisser and nobody could convince me otherwise. he’s definitely had enough experience with it, and that only increases when he starts to learn what you like in particular.

l - love confession - how would they confess to their s/o?

it would probably take a lot for him to tell you - like, obi-wan is risking a lot and going against the very code he practices. but, once he’s convinced himself to do it, it’s full steam ahead and it’s a simple declaration.

m- marriage - do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the marriage be like?

it probably depends on the situation. if it was after order 66 (ouch) and you’re both adjusting to life on tatooine, he’d definitely be down for it; after everything, he’d want to settle down and you’re the only constant in his life. if you were both still at the temple, he’d be pretty content with just being with you. your relationship is extremely dedicated and important to you both, so it’s not all that different from a marriage.

n - nicknames - what do they call their s/o?

obi-wan probably uses darling, my love and my dear the most.

o - on cloud nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?

he’s in a permanently good mood. anakin is probably the first to notice it; when he messes up and obi-wan is oddly pleasant about it, that’s when he realises. he’s normally an upbeat person most the time anyways, but when he’s in love, he’s like a literal ray of sunshine.

p - pda - are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag with their s/o in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

for obvious reasons, you and obi-wan have to keep your relationship completely secret. with that said, if you guys are on a far away mission where nobody you know can see you, he’ll put on small displays of affection like intertwining your fingers or putting his hand on the small of your back.

Q - quirk - some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

obi-wan’s connection to the force works as a connection to you (and vice versa if you’re also a jedi). it’s never in an overbearing way or a protective way, but it means you guys are intertwined in a way that’s beyond your average earthly relationship.

r- romance - how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliché or rather creative?

for obi-wan, his love for you is hidden in every day gestures. he remembers the exact way you like your caff, he’ll take note of every tiny detail of every conversation ever and he listens to you in a way you’ll never quite get over. for example, one time you mentioned you liked a type of flowers that can only be found on one specific type of planet, and six months later, he happened to be on a mission there. he returned with the flowers, which by then, you hadn’t even remembered mentioning.

s -support - are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

the man is like your own personal cheerleading squad. whatever your goal is, however big or small, he will support you through hell and high water.

t - thrill - do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?

because there’s a lot of sneaking around, you’re both kept on your toes pretty much all the time. with that said, you and obi-wan do fall into your own kind of routine together after a few years; neither of you mind. as long as you’re together, you’re happy.

u - understanding - how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

obi-wan knows you better than anybody. he knows your tiny mannerisms and habits and he never fails to surprise you with how much he gets you.

v- value - how important is the relationship to them? what is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

you’re literally the most important thing in his life. everything he does, he does it for you.

w - wild Card - A random fluff headcanon.

obi-wan loves to hold you at night, and sometimes it’s not even a conscious decision. there are times when you fall asleep on different sides of the mattress and wake up to find your legs tangled and his arms clinging onto you.

x - xoxo - are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

in private, hell yes. when you guys are in your quarters, he loves to hold you and kiss you. it was surprising at first because before you were together, you never would have predicted it but it’s one of your favourite things about him.

y - yearning - how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

thank fuck for force bonds, amirite?

when you guys are apart, you can easily stay in touch because of your connection via the force. it’s nothing compared to physically being with you, but it helps tide him through the longer missions.

x - zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind of?

obi-wan would literally cross the galaxy and back ten times over for you. the man would do anything to keep you safe and protect you.

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi imagine #obi-wan imagine #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars fluff #star wars imagines #star wars preferences #star wars alphabet #star wars fanfic

113 notes · View notes

hotchocolatewriting · 4 years

Text

Family comes first

The floor was cold, the cell dark until the light came in. The door opened and villain looked up, squinting their eyes because of the bright light. They lifted themselves off the ground and waited for the guards to come inside to do whatever they wanted to do to villain. They were forced to sleep on the floor, the cell was covered in dirt and grime, they were malnourished, the lack of natural sunlight giving them vitamin D deficiency, but even after more than a year in this horrible place, they hated the guards most of all, yet they didn’t say anything. They couldn’t even if they wanted to, because of the muzzle they were wearing over their mouth. There was no actual reason for the muzzle being there other than for the guard’s enjoyment, villain supposed. The guards liked that they were the ones with power now. The guards came closer and pulled villain to their feet. The chains around their wrists rattled at the movement. The guards were rough and squeezed so hard that villain was certain that their arms would be bruising later on. They didn’t struggle, they were too worn out to even try. The guards pushed them out of their cell. Villain hadn’t been out since they had come to this place. Their eyes were still getting used to the bright light. “Leave us, I can handle them.” A familiar voice. Villain’s eyes took their time to focus. They wanted to put their hands over their eyes, but that would look pathetic. “Come with me, I want to have a little conversation.” Villain shook their head to get rid of the dizziness. They slowly followed who they thought was hero. They wobbled and couldn’t walk straight. “In here.” Villain saw hero walking into a small room. It looked like a canteen. It was probably the place where the guards had their lunch every day. “Please sit down, it’s okay.” Villain nodded. They felt hero’s hands against the back of their head before the muzzle dropped on the table before them. Hero sat down on the other side of the table. Villain looked at them. They were confused, why would hero come here? Villain had already been there for more than a year. Hero had brought them in themselves and villain had known they would never be free again from that moment onwards. “You can come in now. They’re here.” Hero said. Villain was confused. Who were they talking to? A child slowly walked in and villain’s eyes grew wide as the child sat down on a chair behind hero. Villain wanted to get to their feet, walk over to their child, embrace them and never let them go, but hero gestured for them to sit down again. Villain did as they were told, their movements were still slow, their mind foggy. They watched their child behind hero, but their mind couldn’t exactly process what was happening. They were far too exhausted. Hero was talking to them, but villain couldn’t register what they were saying. They only heard a few words: bracelet… collar…outside… They shook their head again. “W-what?” villain asked. “Are you even listening? I’m offering you a deal! Please pay attention!” Villain felt tears burning behind their eyes for no reason. Was it because hero was angry? Because they were so tired? Were they having a mental breakdown? “I’m sorry, my head.. I’m so tired.” “I get that, you look like a zombie. Do you want some tea?” Tea.. they hadn’t had something warm to drink in ages. Villain nodded. They lacked the energy to get their voice to work again. They rested their head on their arms and started to sob quietly. Their body just gave up. They were exhausted and overwhelmed. Hero ignored them, still making tea for them. They placed the cup in front of villain, making villain look up again. Their hands slowly reached for the tea. It was almost as if they were asking if it was okay for them to drink it. The guards always put the food just out of their reach or they would show villain some food and then eat it themselves while laughing at villain’s misery. “Again, because I don’t think you heard a single word of what I just said. Your kid came to me. I didn’t even know you had one otherwise I would have done this sooner or at least let them come visit.” Hero sighed. “I’m offering you a deal. You can go outside every day, but you have to wear a bracelet that shows you still belong to this prison. You also get a collar that will give us your location and the ability to punish you if necessary. It will also suppress your powers. You need to be here at 9pm every day because you’re sleeping here. You get the chance to celebrate Christmas with your partner and your child, you can go home during the daytime, do whatever you want as long as it isn’t illegal.” Villain nodded. Getting out of here, away from the guards during the daytime, being with their child again. They would love that! They wouldn’t be celebrating Christmas, because their partner still hated them, but just the idea of being out of here made them very happy. They looked at their child, still sitting behind hero, staring at them. Villain looked at hero before they slowly got to their feet and pulled their child into their arms. “You know I missed you, right?” Their child nodded. They were only seven years old, but they had convinced hero to arrange this for them so they could be together again. Villain’s eyes teared up. “Thank you!” That weekend, villain was watching their child play their football game from the sidelines. It was their first day out of prison and villain loved being far away from the guards. Villain had missed this, supporting their child, being with them. They never got the chance to tell the guards anything about their child because of the muzzle. Even when they got a chance, the guards would just laugh and walk away pretending like they hadn’t heard anything and all that time, villain never heard of their family. They didn’t even know where villain was except that they were in prison. Villain had had an argument with their partner, so they wouldn’t come and because of that villain also hadn’t seen their child in a very long time. A few people came to stand around them. “What are you doing here?!” The man sounded angry. “Stay away from the children, you fucking monster!” a woman shouted. “You don’t belong here, go away!” “Rot in hell!” “We should call the police so they can take you back to prison!” One woman a little further was actually calling the police. Villain didn’t feel wanted here. “I’m not planning anything. I just want to see my own child play. I don’t want any trouble.” Villain wanted to walk away, but at the same time they didn’t want to disappoint their child by leaving while they were still playing, so they stayed despite the angry mob that kept on telling villain they should go. When the game was over, villain looked at their child. They just got to their feet, when one boy kicked a ball. The ball hit their child’s head and they started to cry. Villain rushed over to them and put their arms around them to comfort them. “Shh, it’s alright,” they soothed. They turned to the boy who had kicked the ball. “Why did you do that?” villain asked calmly. The boy shrugged. “I heard that their mother/father is a villain.” “So you hit them on the head with a ball for something their mother/father did?” Villain raised an eyebrow. The boy nodded, uncertain of what to do. “Tell me, are you scared of villains?” villain asked, the boy nodded again. Villain stood up, towering over the boy making them stand in their shadow. Villain was glaring down at them when they said, “Good, because I’m their mother/father and I want you to apologise.” The boy’s face became pale. “I…I’m sorry,” they stuttered. Villain nodded and walked away while still holding their crying child close to them. “It’s okay, I’m here. We’re going home and you can take a nice, warm bath.” And I can eat something, villain thought.

That night, villain returned to the prison with a small smile on their face. They had seen their child again, they had played with them and watched their game. They had also eaten way too much and felt nausea rising up in their throat, but they refused to let that ruin their day. It had been a good day and they were happy. Unfortunately, villain’s best efforts to not let their day be ruined went to waste when the guards walked in ready to torment them again. First the muzzle, then the chains, then being thrown in their cell and then the taunting started. Villain sat in the corner of their cell and they felt lonelier than ever. The guards had laughed at them for eating too much after being underfed for so long. They had asked about their day, laughing when they showed villain pictures of them with their crying child. They said that villain was a bad parent, that they didn’t deserve to be loved. Villain didn’t even know someone had taken pictures, but the guards didn’t stop taunting for hours. Villain lay down on the cold floor. All they could do was wait for the next day to start. They wanted this night to be over so badly.

When they finally got home the next morning, they made a small meal for themselves and their child. They wanted to walk upstairs, but there were dozens of letters on the floor before them. Villain picked a few up from the ground and started reading them. Most were from people who didn’t agree with villain being out of prison. Angry people, insults, threats, things like that. They reminded villain of the things the guards had said to them. Nobody wanted them, everyone hated them, they wanted villain gone. Villain knew it was true and it made them sad, but they still had their child and they would do everything for them. Villain lay down on their bed. They were tired after a night without any sleep and wanted to rest for a bit before they had to go back. They could never get enough sleep in there. It was too cold, they slept on the floor and the guards didn’t really help either. Villain snuggled further under the blankets. Finally, they could lay down in a bed again. They closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep. Half an hour later, they heard the door to their bedroom open. Villain was sitting straight up within a second, only to see their child standing in the doorway. They walked towards villain and climbed onto the bed. Villain smiled at them. “I’ve come to lie next to you because you’re sad.” Villain raised an eyebrow. “And how do you know that?” they asked, their tone playful. “Because I can feel it, so move, I’m gonna lie over here.” Villain laughed and let them lay down beside them. “You’re a smart kid.”

“I can also sleep next to you at night.” Villain stared at them, a little shocked at the request. No! was the first thing they thought, absolutely not! But how were they supposed to tell a child why they didn’t want them to be there? “Maybe another time,” villain said quietly. They really didn’t know what they were supposed to do. They cared about their child, they didn’t want for them to be in pain. They wanted to be a good parent, but they didn’t know how. Later that day hero came into their room to see what villain was doing. The signal of villain’s collar hadn’t moved for hours and hero wanted to make sure villain hadn’t found a way to take the collar off. However, when they got there, villain was lying on the bed. They were talking to their child and hero could hear them. A few hours later the child left and villain was alone again, still sleeping. Hero, who had been hiding on the other side of the door walked into the room. They closed the door a little bit too hard and villain jolted awake. “You’re jumpy,” hero said. Villain rubbed their eyes. “Hello to you too. What are you doing here?” villain asked, but hero ignored the question. “Why are you so jumpy?” they asked. “It’s because the guards aren’t always nice to me. It's fine, I can handle it.” Villain laid their head in their hands. “What’s wrong?” “My child wants to sleep with me in there, but I can't let them sleep on the cold floor of a dirty old cell and guards who should probably be in one of those cells themselves! I can already see the guards trying to hurt them, so they can hurt me. Besides, I don't want them to see me like that, muzzled and scared.” “You really had a hard time there, didn’t you?” Villain shrugged. “Maybe, I hate the guards most of all. Sleeping on the ground, the lack of food or the dirty cell aren’t as bad as the guards. I told them that I had a child and they just ignored it. I thought I would never see them again.” “You don’t want to go back, am I right?”

“Yes, you’re right, who would voluntarily want to go back to that horrible place. I prefer sleeping in a bed instead of on the ground. I don’t want to be tortured by the guards all the time, I want to spend time with my child, I want to be free! Of course I don’t want to go back!” Hero nodded slowly, they hadn’t known that the guards had been this mean to them. Hero thought the muzzle had been necessary and they hadn’t looked inside the cell. They didn’t know it was empty. “I will see what I can do,” hero said, “I will try to help you with this, alright?” Villain nodded. “I just want to be a good parent for them. I’ve learned that my family is more important than power. I get that now.” Hero smiled at them, that was all they wanted for villain to know.

#hero #villain #hero and villain #villain and hero #parent villain #villain parent #villain's child #whump #writing #writeblr

169 notes · View notes

painted-crow · 4 years

Text

Submission time #3

The one who asked about Slytherin primary.

Thank you for answering my submision.

Yes, the question about what’s up with that trust thing is a good one. I’ll have to think about it.

As a person who either has or models some kind of fluid secondary for social situations and survival around people, I know that people can do and say stuff they don’t mean, just for that specific moment, just then and there. We all listen to our friends, to our family members, we might not always mean it, but we’ll still play along.

You wouldn't play along with someone you don't care about, though.

That’s what human relationships calls for, at least that’s what I think. (There’s a good chance I’m not a Gryffindor secondary). That’s what I’ve seen even in my friends.

But I also believe that we operate on some kind of principles. We may not really care deeply about something our friend is talking about, but we’ll be there and listen and try to be honest and say what we think if asked, because we care about them. The same way we can sit at the same table, write our essays, share thoughts and care about each other, but after an hour that will be gone, because now we operate on a different principle or thought. But then if your relationship becomes a value, a force on itself, a ‘principle’, that feels safe.

I think, personally, there’s a principle that you don’t talk bad stuff about your friends behind their backs with acquaintances, because if you do, what made you do it? If a friend does it, even if they say sorry, you can’t trust them anymore. You may love them very much, you may come to their parties and be so glad that they’re doing so good, but you know that the trust is broken. It’s hard to get, but has to be sacred. That means I can’t drop my performances with you anymore, I can’t be real and completely raw with them anymore.

Probably that’s why I emphasize trust that much. It means I’ll give you VIP access to my life, my thoughts, myself.

It sounds like what you're saying is, a relationship doesn't feel safe until caring about each other is the rule rather than the exception. You don't fully trust until that's established. It also seems like the relationship doesn't feel "real" to you until that happens.

This seems very Slytherin to me, but for most Slytherins, their inner circle people aren't the only people they'll let themselves believe might care about them. It seems like you're operating like that, though, and you don't have anyone in your inner circle right now, maybe because you're having a hard time trusting people in general. This is kinda textbook burned Slytherin.

Other primaries don't usually have this kind of dichotomy. They have relationships, and some are closer than others, but there's not so much a threshold like "okay, now we belong to each other and I can trust you completely." They may have relationships that are that close, but they wouldn't be able to draw a line showing when it got there.

Using different masks also costs energy, so probably I’m only modeling Slytherin secondary.

Probably a model, but also... doing stuff generally costs energy.

This is so slippery, like I’m trying to balance on some kind of invisible line in order to not be seen as a bad person, and I know I can do it easily and quickly.

Sheesh, you don't even trust yourself. Your brain is a hostile environment.

I managed to minimize my primary sorting to either Gryffindor or Slytherin. Both burned. Your insights on Ravenclaw primary really helped. You guys are really beautiful, and it sounds like your systems are neat and constantly updated, I’d wish I’d do that too, but I don’t have a preference for this kind of method, sadly.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's not for everybody. Glad the post helped though ^^

You know what’s funny? I can’t think of anything that could have been that traumatic or dramatic to have such an impact on me. Most people go through more than I did my whole life, I’d say I’m the one to blame most of the time for my mishaps.

So, I have a question... are you autistic? (Or have ADHD? That's a similar experience.) Because if you know the answer is yes, then like... duh. That's going to have an impact.

Otherwise--and I need you to understand, this is coming from a neurotypical-passing autistic girl who's never been formally diagnosed--there's a possibility you're autistic and don't know, and that sucks. A lot of autis who were quiet kids or adapted good social skills get overlooked for diagnosis, but we still go our whole lives being subtly (and not-so-subtly) told there's something wrong with us, until we internalize it, because we don't know any other explanation for why we can't just be like everybody else.

We find ways to act that are "safe" and won't be rejected so quickly. We can have a hard time making friends, partly because it takes so much energy to be around people when we're hyper-aware of how we look to the people around us, constantly monitoring to make sure we don't misstep and accidentally offend people. We ignore our needs in order to fit in with society, and we blame ourselves for having those needs in the first place. We call ourselves lazy or weak or hypersensitive, and we push ourselves to burnout in the name of "just trying harder."

It's exhausting.

If you relate to this? That's a traumatizing experience, and don't let your brain tell you otherwise. Being autistic or having ADHD, in our current society, is incredibly difficult even if no one realizes you aren't neurotypical. (It's easier if you know what's going on, though. Also, you start to find other autis, who are cool people and have A+ taste in memes.)

Or maybe none of this applies to you. It's just some of the stuff you've said, like about having to "survive" social encounters, or being worried about people seeing you as a bad person, or blaming yourself for "mishaps." Some of it reminds me of friends of mine who have c-ptsd. It's enough that I feel like I should ask if you've looked into this.

*sheepishly climbs down from soapbox*

I wanted to say that I collected judgment about the world more than on that situation. Strangely I can relate to some things from the other persons’ submission. I do absorb others opinions, ‘energy’, and it fades away with time after not being around. It costs me energy and effort to hold onto a belief, unless I really feel it, or it stuck, like they said. I have to constantly remind myself ‘this is good, this is right’.

And even then, like for my degree, the thought that I will be able to help people can’t comfort me the same way as the thought that I’m doing this for my family, that they won’t need to worry about my future anymore. It gets better if I can do stuff, that’s why I like to throw myself in situations. Then, in little things, it’s easier to say that this or that feels better in this situation.

My values don't weight the same, some of them are mine, mostly related to the fact that someone hurts someone, something. Others are what I know is right, but I don’t feel it, I collected those, and sometimes I feel like I’m hiding behind them, behind those words. If I’d be a Ravenclaw primary, this wouldn’t be an issue, right?

Starting to think you model burned Gryffindor primary.

Like the other person said here, I don’t have a defined sense of self, but I think this relates more to a secondary than a primary. I used to really overthink this question, but then one day I thought ‘I am me, every day this is me, I’m more my actions and the principles I can find under it then some thought that can easily be proven wrong. I am not the same person I was yesterday but kind of the same in some sense, but it’s logical to me if I base these things on my actions, and those depends on the situation.

So, Gryffindors also construct themselves, in a way. It's much more organic and subconscious than a Ravenclaw system. They don't *have* a system, who they are is the system. They construct themselves out of experiences and actions and decisions and it all comes together into a person with an intuitive understanding of right and wrong.

I get why this looks like it might be a secondary thing, but it's not really about methods--this is how Gryffindors grow into themselves and their beliefs. They're not making up their ideals out of thin air, they do come from somewhere.

I think you might model burned Gryff.

Sounds like Slytherin secondary, but I’d say it’s still always me, I’m still somehow honest, raw, just choosing which face of me to show, but then I don’t work on things, although I like honesty and to invest in relationships, so maybe still a Hufflepuff secondary.

Puff secondaries don't have to be dedicated to everything. If relationships are where you invest, then that's where you invest.

But the bra thing, oh god it does sometimes feel like this. That’s why I like to stay at home most of my free time. By not having to react and act and do and speak I’m most of the time my true self.

Right? Guards down, nobody expects anything of you, you can just chill. Alone time is the best.

Nah, I’m strange, but it’s fine :D

Just as long as you know you're the cool kind of strange ^^

I can’t say I don’t have connections and relationships. I have my family, a couple of friends. Maybe I feel this way because at this point in my life, in this situation, my studies, they aren’t here, not in the same spot as I am. They can’t objectively stand here with me and understand how I feel. Yes, I still feel like it would be fine if I’d only wouldn’t be alone in this situation. I always feel better, stronger, fuller when I find a friend in new places, situations, schools. I’m a loner who wants connection, laughter, shared views and excitement that only a relationship can bring in my life.

Hiss hiss lol.

It looks like now I did not spoke so much about what maybe makes me a Slytherin. Maybe I’m just craving a relationship that would match my situation, that would make me grounded in it, because relationships with my family and friends doesn’t provide me with this. Maybe I’m not one, but Slytherin primary is the one I can understand, and get behind mostly. Gryffindor primary would be... A strange fit. I can understand it but I can’t get behind it, most of the time. It’s like someone saying that they think I’m beautiful. It would leave me blinking for a second and not really understanding are they for real or do they want something from me.

Do you think Slytherin would still be a good fit here?

Yep. Burned Slytherin modeling burned Gryffindor, I think.

P. S. Thank you for your advice, I’m definitely trying to get my own mind untangled.

Sure thing! Hope this helps ^^

#sortinghatchats #submissions #burned slytherin primary #burned gryffindor primary #gryffindor primary model #paint speaks #submission

13 notes · View notes

things-can-be-seen-here · 4 years

Note

For the headcanons, since you did the German bros just before, how about you also do the Italian brothers? :D love ya

I love you more ~ Since I already did Romano, let me give you just Feli and Romeo (funnily enough, he really is Romeo Vargas ;) :D)

Affection = How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

Italy - Feliciano is the most affectionate of all of the brothers. He can’t keep his hand and lips to him, not even his eyes. He’s always close to him s/o, asking for kisses and pecks all the time. Asking, and giving (obviously). There is no such a things as “last goodbye kiss”.

Seborga - oh this giant puppy is almost as affectionate as Feliciano. He isn’t big on touches, he’s more of a petting guy. Always caressing the partner’s hair or hands or thighs... He’s got that puppy eyes look that just makes you want to cuddle and kiss him over and over again.

Built = How did their relationship begin? Who took the first step?

Italy - he says “I love you” so often, his partners don’t take him seriously. He really minds that (a lot) but he can’t help himself, he just have to remind everyone how important they are! In other words, it takes him a long time to actually begin a relationship.

Seborga - is the only one from the Italy brothers who does not confess ever. He hates

Care = Do they take care of each other - mentally and physically? Are they usually interested in how the other’s day was?

Italy - Feli is a very talkative boy. He spends hours talking about every color he saw that day and how pretty would bee with a tie be. But he likes to listen too. He can't stop himself from reacting to thing or two and add his own opinion, but he isn't a bad listener. To Feli, a good conversation means knowing everything important about his partner.

Seborga - is very hard to read. Sometimes he is quiet, because that's what he is used to. Back at home, it was always about Grandpa, or his older brothers and he was forgotten or ignored. He doesn't mind that, he got used to it. So talking or sharing his experiences is sometimes hard. There are days though, when he can't shut up and he forgets how important is for the others to talk to. Which sometimes leads to uncomfortable situations and sad face of his s/o. Poor boy just doesn't know his way with words. (One would think he knows better, but he isn't the best listener.)

Dates = How often do they go on dates? How do they look?

Italy - every day is a date day with Feliciano. Or at least he calls it a date. Whatever it is - a movie night, a dinner, hanging out with friends, a walk or just spending night at each other's place, Feliciano thinks it's a date as long as he gets to enjoy time with his favorite person.

Seborga - that boy does not know what a date is. He will invite you for an ice cream here, take you shopping there, goes with you to another city to visit your family, he plans a whole trip for you two and still he can't call it a date. And when he gets invited, he thinks it's just friendly hanging out.

Exceptions = What do they do, to make their partner happy (even if they don't enjoy it?)

Italy - Feliciano is always happy to do anything his s/o could possibly want. So he has no problem with that and doesn't have to make any exceptions.

Seborga - Romeo can be very stubborn. For example he doesn't like experimenting in kitchen. And we're not taking pineapple on pizza. He has to measure every ingredient correctly and properly. He is so against "cooking for fun", but if his s/o will ask him nicely to just try something new, he will.

Future = Do they think about it? How does it look?

Italy - Oh no. He never plans anything. We all know what happened - he won't let himself believe in happy ending again. Everyday with his partner is the happiest day for him, but he refuses to talk about future (which is followed by awkward silence because his partner does not feel loved. As if that was possible).

Seborga - is not a womanizer, but he enters a relationship with the thought that is just feeling good with given person and that they are just enjoying being together. He doesn't really think of a future and he thinks it's kind of stupid and definitely soon to think about it.

Gifts = How often do they give the other gifts? What are the gifts?

Italy - Feliciano is the type of partner who gives his s/o flowers or chocolate everyday. He is always surprised when he receives a gift, but he thinks giving them is amazing thing that makes them both happy. So why stopping?

Seborga - he likes getting, he likes giving. But he always asks what the other would like to get - just to make sure. And if they say "nothing", he gets them nothing. Romeo is a simple man. But he is always the one paying for ice cream and coffee!

Hiatus = Did they ever had to take a break from each other? Or is their relationship smooth?

Italy - Feliciano doesn't like the concept of "being on break". He takes that's as a "I wanted to break up with you, but I don't want to hurt you" thing. But relationships with him are usually very smooth and they last very long. He's just too good of a boyfriend!

Seborga - if you've seen Friends, Romeo is the "We were on a break!!" type of guy. But the energy is different, he's more like "but?? We were on a break???". But that happens just from time to time.

Item = What belongs to the other, but they always use it?

Italy - Feli isn't the one to borrow stuff, but he never gets the signals. So if he finds something that belongs to him, he just takes it back home. He is always confused when his s/o calls him, on the verge of tears, apologizing that they lost his hoodie/book/something he left behind. And Feliciano is usually holding the item in his hands...

Seborga - "I'm cold," says the partner. "Me too," says Romeo. That boy is oblivious and you can't tell me otherwise.

Jealousy = Are they jealous? Does it show?

Italy - He isn't jealous. He's making their partners very jealous since he can't stop flirting. He usually does apologize for his behavior, but he always adds something like "but they were really pretty!" "have you seen their hair! So pretty!". So his apology doesn't help the situation at all.

Seborga - is ridiculously jealous. He isn't worried about text messages received late at night, he isn't jealous when his s/o is talking on a phone and giggling.. but once they are somewhere and they meet somebody, oh boy. The moment his s/o is hugging someone, touching someone, having fun and inviting the person for a coffee or tea, Romeo can't stop frowning. He usually holds a grudge for half a day.

Kitchen = Who owns it?

Don't try to make be believe that they are bad at cooking. And that they don't like it. Every single one of them (though Lovino and Romeo aren't always feeling like doing so) is cooking his hands off for his s/o. They are the one to cook for world meetings, for parties, for festivals... They are the one to make their special someone breakfast to bed and midnight snack. And they never let anyone help them.

Likes and dislikes = What is the best and the worst thing about their partner?

Italy - Feli likes you for who you are. As cliché as it may sound, he isn't the one to judge you for your bad sides. If he likes you, he likes you for everything you are.

Seborga - is somewhere in the middle, compared to his brothers. He doesn't want anyone serious, but being too childish isn't good either. He won't date anyone who is very good and nice, but he won't date anyone who likes to argue and change their mood quickly.

Mistake = What did they do and how did the situation ended?

Italy - unfortunately for him, he makes a lot of mistakes. But he is easy to read so his partners usually know what is up, they aren't mad at him if he messes up. Usually all it takes to Feliciano to make up for his mistake is an apology and a date.

Seborga - is worried about little things. So even if he doesn't mess up, he is anxious he did and is apologizing nonstop. He buys a lots of little presents, he gives his partner attention, he's very needy and touchy... In other words, he doesn't have to apologize much, his partner knows he is sorry and he didn't mean it.

Nicknames = How do they call each other?

Italy - he's the king of petnames. He tries to use the ones his partner likes the most, but he isn't experimenting with them. Cute little names that are often used are his to go.

Seborga - Romeo likes to use animal pet names. Such as "kitty", "my pretty birdie" or "hey, you dangerous beast~". It's usually fun and games, but he gets used to using them and calls his partner like that all the time.

Out of character = What is something nobody would believe they do in a relationship?

Italy - he can get very very serious when the conversation is important. Either conversation or if they have to make an important decision. Usually he’s all fun and games, but he does take things seriously.

Seborga - tries to experience as much as he can with every of his partners. Kisses under water, dancing in spotlight, kissing under mistletoe and on midnight, recreating movie scenes...

PDA = Their opinion on PDA? How does it look?

Italy - we all know Feliciano. He does everything on public. Well, everything... He knows what belongs to their bedroom. But other than that, he’s okay with anything. His motto is “Nobody is forcing them to look”.

Seborga - he likes making his partner sit in his lap and kiss his back. He can do that for hours, just hugging his partner around their waist and tickling them on their neck. He wouldn’t make out with his partner in front of their friends, but he won’t stop holding their hand either.

Quirk = What is a silly activity they really enjoy?

Italy - He likes to play football with his partner and let them always win. And if his partner is against playing, he’s just rolling in the grass and collecting flowers (making crowns!).

Seborga - likes to go on picnics. Romeo loves to look at clouds and make up stories about what could possibly they look like and what the relationship between more clouds is. During winters, he likes to cuddle under a warm blanket and drink cocoa, listening to Christmas songs (from October to February).

Rough times = Do they argue? How often?

Italy - Feliciano is the one to cry during arguments. He never wants to make his partner sad or mad! He really doesn’t like confrontations. Thanks to his personality, arguments are very rare.

Seborga - Romeo does not argue. He is different than his brothers, if there is an argument to happen, Romeo does his best to stop it before it can mess things up. He is good with it, so his relationships are usually very smooth.

Sex = nothing too explicit, just a random headcanon

Italy - is terrible at dirty talking. He really likes it for some reason (Japan’s books and Germany’s DVDs) but he is not able to do it. He prefers being silent during sex, but he likes to hear his partner.

Seborga - likes to ride and be ridden. He just loves the angle, the position and how it feels on both sides. He doesn’t care if he’s on top or on the bottom, it’s his to go. And he is very loud.

Together time = How often does that happen? How are they usually spending it?

Italy - Feliciano will always make time for his partner. He is usually the one to leave his work in the middle of the process and go out, getting coffee, lunch, going on a walk...

Seborga - he’s using the free time giving tours to his partner, showing him nice things about his country or just generally about places he finds interesting. He just wants to amaze his s/o with his knowledge. He knows his work is important, but he does it only during the days his s/o is working, so they can be together as often as possible!

Unacceptable = What will they NEVER do in a relationship?

Italy - will never yell at his partner. Even if there is something he doesn’t like, he will try to carefully point out that he doesn’t like their attitude/the way they do something.

Seborga - Romeo will never watch movies about animals or rom-coms and movies where somebody will die. It’s not like he will cry, he just doesn’t like them, he really hates seeing everyone broken and he hates when his s/o starts crying because of that.

View worth millions = What is the part of their partners body they admire the most?

Italy - face. He doesn’t like or dislike people based on their faces, he always finds something that he stares at. He just can’t help it! Everyone is so pretty!

Seborga - Romeo doesn’t have a favourite part of anyone’s body. He is more of a soul type, he likes people who are fun to be around. That’s all that matters to him.

When separated = Are they calling each other? Missing each other much? What happens when they see each other after a loner while?

Italy - Feliciano is master of annoyance. He will text his s/o every three minutes sharp, he will try to call them during every of his breaks, he will pout if his partner isn’t answering. When they finally see each other, they spend few minutes just hugging each other. And Feli is usually the one to talk about how he’s been during their time alone.

Seborga - Romeo is like a puppy. He doesn’t really care when they are separated (he likes having his alone time just like everyone else) but he is always so happy when they see each other again! He usually takes thier partner to their home and cuddle them until the late night, listening to how their trip was. And the other way around too.

Xtra = extra headcanon

Italy - can play more than 13 musical instruments. He has a time to spare and he likes to learn how to play more and more of them. He has rarely got the chance to show his skills, but he is always the one playing on family gatherings and birthday parties.

Seborga - is a actor. He especially likes Romeo and Juliet, which isn’t a pun to his name. He likes the play, he likes the words and the message. But mostly, he had dated every single Juliet he had played with. They are always the most prettier girls around. (The costumes are nice to wear too!)

Yours only = marriage headcanon

Italy - if he ever gets married, he will invite everyone he knows. Even his ex partners. Why? Because he wants everyone to see how happy he is! And tell them all, that he wants them to be happy too.

Seborga - doesn’t want to get married. He thinks marriage is not important. Yes, if he will find the perfect match for him, he will marry them and he will be happy all the time. He won’t stop talking about how amazing his special day was for a month, but he wouldn’t mind if he didn’t get married.

They all will help each other at each other’s weddings. Feliciano is the one in charge of the food, Lovino takes care of the decoration and Romeo is responsible for colours, dresses, band and place the wedding will be held at.

Zzz = sleep headcanon

Italy - we know a lot from anime about how Feli sleeps, but I like to believe he is sleep-talking. It happens randomly, and sometimes he is quiet for weeks. But then when the night is the most silent and the most dark, a quiet “cheese smells” or “i wanna pet you” or even “you look funny” escapes his mouth.

Seborga - Romeo snores so loudly, he wakes up the whole house, It can’t be pushed or cured, but he does that only when his mouth is open. So he is sucking on his thumb when he sleeps.

#bringbackhetalia2020 #hetalia #italy brothers #alphabet headcanon #alphabet game #hetalia headcanons #headcanon game #headcanon #aph italy #aph romano #aph seborga

12 notes · View notes

wolfkyrie · 4 years

Text

Underneath Your Beskar

MandoxReader RATED: E

She trudged through the woods of the moon called Endor in search of a quarry that was becoming quite hard for anyone to find. Quite a few bounty hunters got the puck at their guilds or directly from their bosses. Even Din Djarin received it. Her “arch-nemesis.” Well, maybe he wasn’t exactly that but, more of a competitor. Why? He is a Mandalorian… and so is she. They were both foundlings and had gone through their training together as young children. There was never a dull moment between them. They were always bickering and fighting. Their adoptive parents even made them sparring partners during their training. It was the only way to get them to shut up sometimes.

Now that her and Din were older now it didn’t get as bad. Then again, they didn’t ever see much of each other anyways. That was until she had gone on this mission for the quarry. He was a well known smuggler throughout the galaxy and who had friends in high and mysterious places. Instead of finding him, she ran right into the Razor Crest instead.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said as she stopped dead in her tracks on her hunt through the woods. The ship hissed and she knew it had just landed. Engines were being shut down. The Razor Crest belonged to none other than Din and she was very interested as to why he was here. He would normally go out onto some wild planet or something else on the further edge of the galaxy but, here he was. She took a knee on the forest floor behind some bushes and was startled a bit as she heard the door hiss open.

He walked down the ramp of his ship moving his neck from side to side, stretching.

She watched the male Mandalorian as he slowly looked around into his surroundings. She stared. She didn’t remember his shoulders being so broad and how tall he was or the way his beskar armor was glinting in the light of the stars. She even noticed that he finally had a signet. A mudhorn. Now maybe she had some attraction towards the rivaling Mandalorian. She pondered it and questioned it every time she would see him on other planets and the same thing went for this situation now.

He abruptly stopped looking around, head snapping and facing the direction to the bushes in which she was hiding. She knew he could see her. They have a special vision in their visors to do so. Her heat radiated from her body. His hand was already slowly going for his blaster but stopped and put his hand back down. She was able to release the breath that she was holding in. He stared into her direction for what seemed like an eternity. She has never been as anxious as she was now to just up and run. This was embarrassing. Forbidden thoughts flooded her mind. She didn’t want to believe she really did have a thing for him but, again, here we are. So, let’s admit it, she’d thought of him quite a few times during those late nights that she couldn’t sleep.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a jet pack revving up. She bolted as he took off towards her in the bushes. The forest had grown darker and she turned on her night vision as she ran. As she darted through the trees she looked back to see him gaining on her and decided to use her pack as well.

She trembled trying to find the buttons and almost fell over a tree trunk. Relief hit her as fire and air came to life from the pack and lifted her off into the air. She flew up and out of the woods above the treetops. She hovered above them and looked around to realize that she didn’t see him anywhere near her at this point. There’s no way that she had already lost him.

Something hard hit her from above and she recognized it was Din. They went hurdling down towards the forest floor. She tried to release herself from his iron grip but couldn’t. She balled her self up in a fetal position and landed a front kick to his chest instead. He maxed the speed on his pack as she did this and it sent her almost falling faster but, he caught her. She clung onto him this time.

At this point she just decided to give up at this point and deal with the cards at hand. She was caught eye-fucking THE Mandalorian. Otherwise known as Mando. To her, it was Din. So yes, she couldn’t get out of his grip and escape him. Curse the tired muscles that plagued her from lack of sleep the past few days. One of her flaws. That was one thing that Din liked about her: she clung to her humanity and still acknowledged her human flaws even after all the wreckage they faced in their lives as young children. She was known for being fair but fierce and knew when to show her emotions and when not to.

“We’re going back to the Razor Crest,” he said. “You owe me an explanation!”

“You’ll have to figure out how to get it out of me Din! Can you even accomplish that?”

He ‘hmphed’ softly and looked ahead as he flew towards his ship with the female Mandalorian in tow.

*************************************************************************************************************

The fire was warm… even if you’re tied up to a tree with your hands above your head. She managed to drift to sleep a bit as she waited for him to put “his kid” away to bed. Everyone who was anyone Din stole the bounty from some former Empire member. The bounty on Din’s head was no longer valid though. She looked up when she heard his footsteps coming down from the ramp of his ship. She watched him as he went and sat down on a large rock close to her. He picked up a twig on the ground and twirled it in his fingers then threw it into the fire.

He looked her way and sighed.

“What is your problem Din Djarin?” she asked loudly.

“Seems to me you’re the one that has the problem. You spied on me… Did you get a good look?” If his helmet was off you would’ve seen his face all smug. She knew it.

Her reply was a loud

and the roll of her eyes.

Now Din Djarin had his theories about this woman. She didn’t know it but, he’s seen her stare plenty of times when they’ve had encounters in the past and have had some interesting conversations at a few cantinas in the past too. One thing was for certain; he was going to find out tonight just what her intentions (if she had any) and her thoughts were. He got up from the rock he was sitting on and walked over to her. It was too bad she couldn’t see his face because she would’ve seen the smug smile as he looked up at her bound hands.

She got a bit nervous as he walked slowly over and even more as he tilted his head up a bit. It was as if he was thinking about something. She had no idea why he had tied her hands up in the first place but, the action itself simply seemed... arousing. This scared the female Mandalorian. He placed both hands on either side of her and she held her breath. His helmet was inches close to hers.

Now on Mandalore, two helmets touching was an act of affection. It was usually a kiss. She had seen her adoptive mother and father touch helmets and they had done so to her. Of course it wasn’t the same as touching lips but, they took an oath to never take off their helmets. That was the life of a Mandalorian. This is the way.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can tell me why you’re here

you can tell me why you were spying in the bushes over there,” Din said as he motioned his head to the side.

“You really think I’m just going to tell you everything, huh?”

Din waited five seconds and then quickly ran his hand up under her helmet and softly grabbed her face. An audible gasp came from her lips. She’s never felt anyone’s hands on her face for a very long time, much less ones with gloves. Din’s gloves. Her heart pounded and she slowly replied, “there was… a quarry that I was after. That’s the only reason I’m here. I-I didn’t expect company… especially another Mandalorian.”

“Why do you hate me?” His hands softened even more and his fingers moved along her cheek and down her jawline.

“I don’t! I never have. Even as children. I just always saw you as friendly competition.” Her shoulders shrugged and you could hear that she was toying with him.

“Good,” he said. “I have never hated you… I actually admire your personality. Don’t get too cocky though. We’re not done here yet. Your charms won’t weaken me. But, since you don’t hate me you must really, really… like me then?” His thumbs now traced her lips. Through his gloved hands he imagined her lips to be a pinkish color and as he could feel them a bit they were definitely full and soft.

She jerked her head to the side to try and get away from his hands. She signed and calmly spoke, “you already have your answers, Din. Now let me go about my business. We can part as friends… o-or acquaintances. Whichever you prefer.”

“But you were spying, m’lady,” he said. “Maybe this will give me some more answers…” He then ran his hand gently over her stomach, then to her sides and up her back. He did it over her armor first then he went as much underneath it as he could.

“D-Din!!”

“Tell me,” he said softly, “Tell me what I’ve always known. You can’t hide from me, sweetheart. Nobody can.”

That was very much a threat. His hands went to the straps of her armor and started undoing them. His heavy breathing gave her chills. He was anxious. Her shoulder pads came off. She tilted her head to him and gave him a soft, slow reply, “I will tell. You. Nothing.”

He sighed and started undoing her chest plate. “Well then, shall we continue?”

His hands ran over the black, long sleeve shirt she wore under her armor. It was a tight fabric that showed much of her upper figure.His hands ran across her breast and she moaned quietly and she pushed her chest forward slowly, trying not to make it obvious. He ignored the gestures and went down to the armor on her legs. Again, skin tight, black fabric covered her. He was on his knees by now and ran his hands up her legs and her ass. She moaned a bit louder this time.

“That’s right, Din,” she said laughing playfully and sighing. “Worship… me….” She placed one foot on his shoulder and he paused to look up at her. “Perhaps then you’ll get answers out of me.”

Din chuckled at her bargain. “I think I got all the answers I need now.”

He took off her one boot that was on his shoulder and then the other one. He traced his hands, once again, all along her legs, her ass, breast and then her arms. He took off her gloves to reveal such soft and delicate hands. He traced the inside of her palms.

He touched his helmet to hers.

“Take off your gloves,” she said.

Din quickly took them off and threw them both over his shoulder. He placed his hand under her helmet again and she let him cradle her face. He moved his thumb to her mouth and caught him by surprise when she opened it to place it in her mouth. He moaned. He switched it up and placed his index and middle fingers in next. He took them out after a bit and placed them down into her pants. Her voice cracked from her gentle cries as he ran two fingers up and down her wet entrance, enticing her bud to become engorged. She lifted a leg up to his hip and he caught it with his other hand. He played with her entrance by only placing a finger tip inside. He never went fully in and she whined and begged him for a full finger. Her clit throbbed.

“Please let me down now, Din! Please!” she begged. He slipped his hand out of her pants and slowly started to take his armor off.

His voice was cracked from desire and although his helmet made his voice sound different you could hear the deep, honeyed baritone voice as he replied back to her wanting.

“I want you to feel how I felt all those years watching you.” His boots came off with a thud to the ground. He stood there waiting for her to reply before he could continue.

“You have no idea Din Djarin.”

He pulled a knife from out of his armor on the ground and quickly cut her bonds from above her head. She threw her hands over his head while he threw his knife to the ground and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Their helmets touched once again. He lifted her shirt up to reveal her breasts bound by a cloth. Something some female Mandalorians did. She helped him to unravel it while he watched intently and grabbed onto her tits as soon as the cloth came unraveled. She arched backwards a bit into his arms as he lightly pinched her nipples and massaged her tits. He picked her up and carried her a little closer to the Razor Crest and the fire. It was getting a bit colder out.

Din set her onto the ground and traced the contours of her breasts down to her hips.

“Everything must come off, Din. Except the obvious,” she said as she tugged at his waistband. She noticed his hard on showing through his pants and she went to grab it. She traced it with her index finger and heard his breathing start to shake. She took the head of his cock and traced it with her thumb and noticed that he already had liquid forming at his tip.

“F-fuck!” he exclaimed and she ran circles on it. He grabbed her hand and pushed her back down onto the ground, stood up and took off his pants.

“You’re gonna have to turn around while I take off my shirt,” he said to her and she obeyed and turned on her stomach.

“You’ll have to do the same, Din.”

“Not tonight,” he replied. “I don’t have the patience for that right now.”

She turned back around when he told her to do so. She stopped everything and stared at him. His body was hard and cut but scarred from battles from the past. His skin was the color of an olive toned tan. His cock was magnificent and she reached for it again. He stopped her to take off her pants and then her undergarments. He threw those to the ground and looked back at her in awe. He traced his fingertips lightly starting from her shoulders down her chest, her stomach and down her slit. She closed her legs as the sensation was all but too much for her.

He quickly grabbed her legs from behind her knees and pushed them backwards, exploiting her pussy to him. He gasped seeing her slit open a bit to reveal deep pink, soft, wet flesh. She whined softly as he looked at her. She was dripping and he wished that he could taste her. She felt a soft breeze tease her already wet cunt and she cried out his name.

“I already told you… I was going to make you wait. So cry all you want, sweet girl.”

He kept one of her legs in his hand and put the other one down and ran his fingers up and down her slit again. He placed his fingers inside her and thumbed her bud. She arched her back and cried out as his fingers went in and out, anticipating her orgasm. He took his fingers back out now wet with her juices and then rubbed her clit with both fingers vigorously making her scream and shake. She tried to grab onto the dirt below her to brace herself but, once again, he stopped suddenly.

“Oh Din! Please!”

“So you do want me, huh?” he asked while looking down at her. She could feel his eyes looking through his helmet and into her soul.

“Yes,” she whispered and then got a bit louder, “yes! I always have There I said it!” Her hips arched trying to reach his cock. He grabbed it and pushed her back down. He slid the head of his cock at her entrance.

“Well… that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Before she could answer him he had already slowly inserted himself into her pussy. He was thick and she felt her entire center stretch open for him. A jab of pain jolted through her for a quick second and she cried out grabbing onto his forearms. He pushed both her legs backwards and leaned on them slightly while driving in and out of her. He sat up after a bit and placed his hands under her knees. He watched himself as he would disappear into her tight cunt. Fast and then slow. Every thrust was met by a mewl from his female Mandalorian.

“I want to come!” she said in between his thrusts and her cries of pleasure.

He stopped and spread her legs wider. His thrust was more animalistic now and harder and he grabbed onto her tits while doing so. She screamed and her eyes started to water. She moved her hand down to her center and played with her clit while he drove into her. As he watched her do this he let out a big “Fuck!”

“I-I-I’m gonna cu-” she was cut off by the stars in her eyes and the pang of pleasure throughout her body. She convulsed and gasped his name. Din kept thrusting into her, a bit slower now and continued to rub her clit when she had stopped. She cried out as he did this and he held her hands so she couldn’t stop him. Her body continued to shake and her legs trembled. He flipped her over on all fours.

He rubbed his hands over her back and her ass then back up her body. She was still panting and shaking. He teased her sore entrance with the tip of his cock and she moaned. He caught her by surprise by slamming into her.

“O-oh fuck Din! Fuck!” she panted as her tired body followed along with his thrusts.

Within four more thrusts he had pulled out and spilled himself all over her ass. He moaned as his cock convulsed in his hands. He then wrapped one arm underneath her body and dragged her down with him onto the ground. Her head laid down on his chest, one leg placed on his. The night was quiet again. In the distance you could hear nocturnal creatures calling to their mates. A gentle breeze swept through the forest and gave them both goosebumps. Din wrapped his arms tighter around her and traced circles onto her shoulder.

“So…” he said and paused.

“So what?” she replied.

“What happens now?” He tilted his head a bit to see her.

She signed and replied back, “I’m still going after the quarry.”

There was a long pause. Din didn’t know what she would say if he asked her to accompany him. He wasn’t nervous to ask and he wouldn’t be too upset if she denied him. He wanted her to be comfortable with her decision. He wanted her to want to go if he asked.

“My ship crashed a good few miles away,” she said. “It’s an older model. I was gonna have to get a new ship at some point but I was hoping to repair it within a few days.”

“Don’t,” he said. “... come with me.”

If only he could see the smile on her face. It's like he had read her mind. She was planning to ask him if he wouldn’t mind company anyways.

“Two Mandalorians taking over the galaxy, huh?”

He chuckled softly at her response. He was relieved that she didn’t shoot him down. She gently grabbed his helmet and faced him towards her putting their helmets together and said, “that sounds like a plan.”

#mando #mando x reader #mando x y/n #smut #star wars #the mandalorian

16 notes · View notes

mageicalwishes · 4 years

Text

Read on AO3: here

Read the previous chapter (On Tumblr): here

Summary: “I’m egging your house for a dare, but you’re parent is a cop and now they’re yelling at me, so I told them you were my ex and you wronged me, and now you’re coming outside, so please just go along with this, I really don’t want to go to jail” AU When Simon Snow agreed to egg some posho’s house, he never thought he’d find himself here - The only thing standing between himself and a criminal charge, the word of a handsome stranger.

Chapter: 5/7

Words: 2,079

Not the most eventful chapter, sorry! But TRUST ... The next 2 chapters are worth it :)

Simon

After last week, me and Baz quickly fell into a routine of texting whenever either of us were free. It was the first thing I did in the morning, and the last thing I did at night (I even found myself waking up earlier, just so that we could speak more). It was a little bit pathetic, really - But, I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

We spoke about everything - Our likes and dislikes, our childhoods, our favourite sports teams, our other friends - You name it, we spoke about it. Well … Everything except what happened last time. We never spoke about that - Although, I figure that, that was probably for the best.

So, it’s really no surprise that, the second I settled down into the booth to eat, I pulled my phone out and messaged him.

ME (15:19): Hey, hey, hey, Bazzy Bitch!

ME (15:19): How are you doing? :)

BP (15:21): Snow, I am genuinely BEGGING you to stop with the nicknames. Bazzy Bitch … Really? That's atrocious, even for you.

BP (15:22): And, I’m very well, thanks. Yourself?

ME (15:24): Good :) I’m great, thanks!

ME (15:24): And I’m never gonna stop with the nicknames. Never!!!! Not until I find one you like anyways ;) I’ve got a WHOLE list imma work my way through!

ME (15:25): I’m back at the Pizza place we went to together!

ME (15:25): I even got free chips this time :D

BP (15:26): Oh wow - I’m seething with envy. Free artery-clogging chips AND greasy pizza … What a gift!

BP (15:26): And ALL of that, on top of your chocolate pancakes this morning? Your internal organs must be thanking you!

I scoff, aloud, stupidly pleased with his grating wit.

SS (15:27): OI!

SS (15:27): Don't be a sarcastic twat!

SS (15:27): You LOVED the food there. You were practically drooling over it!

SS (15:28): Don't even TRY and deny it!

BP (15:29): It was adequate.

SS (15:28): Exactly! See! You loved it!

SS (15:28): Adequate is Baz talk for “It was the most delicious thing I’ve EVER eaten!”

SS (15:29): You’re just winding me up!

SS (15:29): If you REALLY didn’t like it you’d go all OTT using posho insults … NOT say it was adequate.

SS (15:31): You’d be all like … “Oh, Snow. This is positively ghastly! Atrocious! Lamentable, even! My private chef would never DARE serve me an abhorrent dish!”

BP (15:33): Sure, Snow. Whatever you say.

SS (15:34): You know I’m right! You just don’t wanna admit it.

SS (15:34): Cuz you’re a right dickhead :p

BP (15:35): How rude! I’m hardly a dickhead … I didn’t even make you admit how many of those words you had to Google, Snow!

I roll my eyes (Even though he can’t see them), and type out a simple, yet effective, response …

SS (15:34): Wanker!

Baz

Despite myself, I let out an unnecessarily loud laugh - Helplessly charmed by the idiocy of it all. I mean, seriously, only Simon Snow could call me a wanker, and leave me giggling like a bloody schoolgirl!

Regretfully, my little outburst draws Daphne’s attention away from the twins (Who appear to be trying to kill each other with Lego Duplo blocks), and straight onto me.

“Who are you talking to then, Sweet?” She asks.

“Just a friend,” I snap, my tone far too urgent.

“Okay,” she drawls, clearly having picked up on my unnecessary defensiveness. “Who?”

“Uh - Simon. Nobody you’d know. They’re sort of a new friend.”

“Oh I see. Did you meet him at the club?”

“No,” I snicker (Struggling to imagine somebody like Snow belonging somewhere so unnecessarily snooty, and uptight). “I just … Met him in town the other day. At the cinema.”

“Oh well, that’s nice,” she beams.

“Yeah,” I drone. “Very nice.”

She stares over to me, her full lips quirked up into a soft smile, and her deep brown eyes studying my face closely. She knows. Obviously. She always knows - Bloody mother’s intuition!

“And … Is he …”

She doesn’t have to ask properly, because I know what she’s trying to say.

Daphne has always been accepting of my sexuality. Although, it’s more than that, actually - She’s always been fully open to the idea of it (Not just reluctantly tolerant). Occasionally enquiring about whether I’ve been seeing “Anyone special”, and insisting that I must invite him over for dinner (Even after I tried to tell her that no such person existed). And I just know, that she was behind that infernal “Same-sex sexual education” pamphlet, I found on my bed last summer (It was actually fairly informative, although, I’d really rather have just sought out the information out myself. The humiliation of knowing that she’d read that with me in mind, made me want to set myself on fire).

So, the words that go unsaid when she asks if Simon is … Are 'Your boyfriend'.

“No,” I sigh. “He’s just a friend. Honest.”

'Just a friend' … The words twist in my mouth, bitter and scornful. And, while it is technically the truth, it feels like a lie.

“Okay. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I was just curious,” She shrugs. “But … It’s lovely to see you smiling. I’m glad that you found him - Friend, or otherwise.”

“Yeah,” I huff, scrubbing my hands together awkwardly. “Actually ... About Simon. I’ve been meaning to ask. Do you think that he could come over next Friday? For dinner.”

“Of course he can!” She grins. “I’m always telling you, you can invite people over. As long as it’s okay with his parents, that’s perfectly fine by me.”

“Okay. Perfect,” I sigh, pursing my lips, in an attempt to suppress my telltale grin. “Thank you.”

She smiles - Sweet and warm. “Of course.”

“But, just to warn you - He has quite an early curfew,” I stammer. “So - I mean, he has to be back home by eight. So, we may have to have dinner a little early. Is that … still okay?”

“Well, it’s not ideal, but I’m sure I can sort something out.”

“Okay,” I breathe, relieved. “Sorry. I would order a takeaway, or something, but I sort of promised him a homemade meal. The food at his place isn’t exactly the best, and yours is objectively delicious … So, I figured that he'd appreciate a proper meal.”

“Oh you little flatterer,” she says, laughing demurely. “I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. If worst comes to worst, he could always just stay the night - That way we could have dinner at a normal time, and you two wouldn’t have to rush yourselves.”

And there it is - Two whole days with Simon Snow, served up to me on a silver platter. Daphne truly is a superior stepmother.

“Okay. Yeah,” I stutter, my face flushing absurdly. “I mean … I’ll check if he’s allowed, but that would be great. Thank you.”

She smirks lightly, shrugging her shoulders casually (As if she hasn’t just made my entire month). “It’s no problem. It’ll be nice for you to have some company.”

Elated, I scoop up my phone and fire out a quick text to Snow. But, before I can hit send, I remember - Father.

“Uh - Daphne,” I mumble. “Actually … I was going to ask - Do you think that you could not tell Father?”

Her face folds into a frown - Her eyebrows falling, and her eyes squeezing shut, as though pained by my request.

“Basil,” she sighs. “If that’s really what you want, then of course I’ll keep it a secret. But, your Father doesn’t care about you having friends over. Even if they’re boys … Even if they’re more than just a friend -”

I scoff, unconvinced.

“- He loves you Basil. I know it. He talks about you all the time - How proud he is of you, how smart he thinks you are, how much you remind him of her. He thinks the world of you … Even if he refuses to show it. And, I know that he didn’t exactly respond well to your coming out, but he still cares for you. Trust me, I understand that it’s desperately unfair that you should have to wait, but … He will come around. Even if I have to drag him there kicking and screaming myself! You don’t have to hide yourself away in your own house. I don’t want that for you. He doesn’t want that for you.”

I scrunch my face up, unsure of what to say.

“It isn’t that,” I murmur, my voice frustratingly weak. “I just … I don’t want him to know. Father has sort of met Simon before. But ... He didn’t exactly make the best first impression. So, I’d rather he not know that Simon was here.”

“Oh?” she chuckles, her curiosity peaked. “What did he do?”

I falter, gawping at her stupidly. “The egging … That was Simon.”

She grins wickedly, clearly amused.

“But it was just a joke!” I continue. “He’s a really, really nice guy once you get to know him. And, he’d never do something like that normally! It was just a stupid game that went a little too far. And he was super, super sorry - He came back to clean it, and everything.”

“Okay, okay,” she chuckles. “We all make mistakes, Basil. I won’t hold it against him. But … You’re right - It’s probably best if we keep Simon away from your father. Don’t worry, Sweet. Your secret’s safe with me.”

————————————————————————————

Simon

BP (15:51): Good news, Snow - You’ve been invited to dinner. Friday. My place. Sound okay?

BP (15:52): And, don't worry, Father is in Oxford over the weekend, so you’ll be perfectly safe.

I smile down at my phone, ecstatically happy.

ME (15:52): Haha defo :D

ME (15:52): Dinner sounds great!

ME (15:53): What time did you want me to come over?

BP (15:54): I was thinking 11am-ish. That way we could spend the entire day together.

ME (15:54): Okay yeah. Sure :) Sounds fabbbb.

BP (15:57): Yes.

BP (15:57): Actually, speaking of spending the day together - My stepmother said that you could stay the night, if you’d like. That way you wouldn’t have to stress about being back in time for your curfew. Forgive me, but I’m not entirely sure whether you’re actually allowed to go to sleepovers - But, if you are, then you’re more than welcome to stay.

BP (15:58): And, we’d be in separate rooms, and everything. Obviously. So you don't need to worry about that.

I wasn’t really worried about that, to be honest. I can imagine much worse than spending the night with Baz. Although, I won’t tell him that - That is definitely far too forward.

BP (15:58): And if you’d rather not, then that’s fine obviously. It’s just an option.

Exhilarated - A manic grin breaks across my face, my cheeks aching with the force of it. If anyone were to look up at me right now, they’d probably think that I was mildly demented (Although, to be fair, I’m not entirely sure that I’m not - I do feel slightly mad with it all).

Irritatingly exposed, I slink off to the bathroom for some privacy.

ME (16:00): Of course I’m allowed to go to sleepovers, you plonker! It’s a children’s home … Not a prison.

BP (16:01): The strict 8PM curfew suggests otherwise.

ME (16:01): Aha lol true :D

ME (16:03): But nah, seriously. I’ve never actually been to a sleepover, but I’m pretty sure I just have to, like, ask my social worker. They’ll probs need to do some sort of check, and then I’m good. They’re normally fairly chill about that kind of stuff tbh, as long as you ask. And, I’m 17 now, not 6 - So I doubt they’ll have a problem with it.

ME (16:04): They might need your parents number, though. Just to like … Call and check I’m not just bullshitting them :’)

ME (16:04): Dunno. I’ll go ask them in a sec.

ME (16:05): But if they say I can, I defo wanna sleepover.

ME (16:05): It'll be nice not to have to run off after a few hours for once :)

BP (16:07): Definitely.

BP (16:07): Enough chatting, though, Snow. Go and ask, before you forget! I need definitive answers ASAP! Chop-chop!

ME (16:05): Alright, alright! Keep your wig on, you impatient git! I’ll go and ask now. So … Ttyl :D

#carry on #wayward son #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch

9 notes · View notes

apolonioramos · 3 years

Text

HOW APOLONIO RAMOS JR EXISTED IN THIS WORLD!

This is my story. And I hope this will also help others find themselves as what I have been doing now. I studied at Namuccayan Integrated School and pursue my Senior High at Sto.Nino National High School. I will tell you further in the other chapters of my book my story. I hope you will like it.

CHAPTER I

It was a humid windy 10 o’clock in the morning of February 04, 2004 when a cry of a baby boy was heard at Ramos residence located at Zone 03, Brgy. Namuccayan Sto. Niño, Cagayan.

The baby boy was named APOLONIO Jr. He was named by his Father Apolonio Pacion Ramos and later on approved by her Mother Teresita Caban Duque .

He was the youngest and only boy of her parents after his Ate Kenneth , Ate Monette and Ate Rhea .

And that was how APOLONIO D. RAMOS JR. existed in this world.

APOLONIO Jr.!!

According to my Mother, my name was taken from God of Apollo who is a God of music because my mother loves to sing and the her past time when she is pregnant she always want to hear music. According to her (my mother), she wants also want to inherit my father’s name because I am the only boy in our family.

Knowing those characteristics, my Mom told herself that if she’ll be having the chance to give birth to a baby boy, she will surely name her APOLONIO Jr.

I'm thankful that God had given me a handsome name. I just do hope that I can also imitate and do what my mother is expecting me to be so.

CHAPTER II

MY CHILDHOOD

I can say that as a child there are lots of stories each one of us can tell. It maybe joyful or sorrowful but one thing is for sure, we always laugh at them when we remember each detail of our unforgettable experience as a child.

I studied at Namuccayan Integrated School from Kindergarten to Grade Six and not for bragging, I was also one of the ranking pupils in our school. I owe that to the persuasive effort of my Mom who scolded me whenever I cannot read what she wanted me to read. I can still remember the time when we have to use lamps because we cannot afford to avail electricity. You can imagine how hard it is for us to study during the night. Nevertheless, her effort was very fruitful because I became a consistent honor pupil.

I can still remember the time when we have to walk for at least two kilometres in order to reach school. Even when it is raining, we have to go to school wearing big plastic bags as our rain coats to cover our bags and things because our parents cannot buy us umbrellas.

Life then was really so hard. Now that I’m grown up, I realize that we really got hard life. My Nanay and Tatay have to go to the farm, enduring the painful heat from the sun and rain just to earn for our living. Life is never easy, that was why they would always tell us to study very hard because they don’t want us to have a life that we have right at that moment in the future. They told us to bear with whatever they could provide us and not demand for things they can’t give us. Life has been so challenging even at my young mind but that didn’t keep me to stop pursuing my dream and goal in life.

I was a dancer and a singer. My Nanay would always make and sew my costumes and at times I don’t like it because I envy my classmates wearing ready-made clothes while mine was not. But despite those adversities I or I should say we survived. As I have said, we need to bear whatever they could provide us.

One unforgettable and afflictive experienced I had as an elementary pupil was when my parents cannot attend or watch our programs in school especially during recognition days because they have to go to the farm and work under the heat of the sun just to earn for our living. I cannot help but cry but I cannot do anything otherwise, if they will not do it how can we live?

When I remember them, it pains my heart because I came to realize how hard and unfair life is. But these experiences made me realize as well that no matter how hard life is, we should not forget to fight and survive the challenges. It will make us stronger and prepare us to a more complicated world.

CHAPTER III

MY HIGHSCHOOL LIFE

I was so excited when I was about to enter High School. Why? It is simply because my cousins were always telling me that it’s very enjoyable. New rip-roaring moments will be experienced, academic freedom is exercise, different talents can be found in there as a whole, a blind-siding experience.

I felt so fascinated and that I anticipated attending High School classes. I did not regret enrolling at Namuccayan Integrated School because I experienced more than what I expected.

GRADE SEVEN (S.Y. 2016-2017)

Adviser: Mrs. RAECHELLE CONCEJERO

During this School Year, it was the time of my adjustments as a freshman and adjustment to my new environment.

I was hard-up at first, but because of my cousins’ support, I made it though.

Being a student entails a great responsibility. I really need to be active in class, nevertheless, I will be behind. I became an officer at different clubs, I worked so hard in doing my school work and that I started to establish my name in my school. My closest friends before were the Grade Ten that is why my parents thought that I was a member of a sorority group, although some of my friends were.

My mothers’ unceasing adjurations helped me endure and fight the temptations of a teen agers life.

During this days. Jm Ramos, Jayvee Vega, Ruth Narciso, Pearl Andres and Jhon Carlo Casirayan became my closest friends and this I believed was my consolation on my efforts.

Time flies so fast and I already reached the next chapter of my life as a Grade Eight.

GRADE EIGHT (S.Y.2017-2018)

Adviser: Mrs. Nympha Eusebio

I became more confident this year. I’ve experienced going to other schools for division and district contests. I remained in the first section. I started vying for position in the highest organization of our school the Supreme Student Government.

I was a basketball and Volleyball player. I tried as well to be one of the Masters of Ceremonies during programs at school.

One thing very memorable that happened during this S.Y. was when Gigi became my girlfriend. That was November 28, 2017. I first experienced how to love, I don’t even know if it was really love because I was so young and fragile. I became so attached to her and I felt like I’m nobody when he’s not around. Nonetheless, I did not set aside my studies because my Nanay would always say: “99% studies, 1% lovelife. Ok lang maggirlfriend wag papabayaan ang pag-aaral.

Whenever I have problems with her, my friends would always be there ready to listen to my sighs and cries. Thank You Best Friends.

I received my first cell phone this year.

Seems like this year ended so fast. I did not notice I was already about to enter my higher years.

That’s life, reality needs to be accepted. Just a blink of an eye I am now a Grade Nine student.

GRADE NINE (S.Y. 2018-2019)

Adviser: Mrs. Olivia Marcos

This S.Y. I believe was the most challenging and the most critical year of my high school year. I experienced a lot of achievements, of success, but many emotional failures have also arisen.

I was then the YES-O (Youth for Environment in School Organizations) and a member of the Editorial Staff.

The Wasalak barkada was also formed. The members were: Jm Ramos, Jayvee Vega, Ruth Narciso, Pearl Andres and Jhon Carlo Casirayan . We all belong to the same class.

I was the one who gave the name. We fostered many good and bad habits to the campus. If there are problems, we always make sure to talk and solve the problems. We became popular although we were already, because almost all of us belong to the top of the class.

One time I forgot my costume together with my tumbler at school. My Father scolded me for the first time and that was my first time to be spanked by him. I cried and run away. I went to my Tita’s house. After a while they also get me.

I went to school in the morning carrying with me my things. My eyes were bulging. In the afternoon I went to my Cousin’s house and stayed there for the week end and the following week ends after the incident at home. I thought that going and staying there would be very much beneficial for me and that I will be able to solve my problems but I was wrong. They did not even bother to call nor fetch me there. Because of that I felt so unloved. Kuya Joy, my cousin became so supportive to me and that is the reason why I can’t forget him even up to this time.

My adviser Ma’am Olivia stood by my side all the way. Even though she’s always busy she sees to it that her class was in order. What I can’t forget about her were her pieces of advice. She became our Nanay-nanayan.

February 15, 2018, Juniors and Seniors Promenade. Yes, I experienced my first promenade this year. It was awesome. It was so “kilig” you know why?

I was sitting and writing something in the table because I was finalizing our script being the MC that night. Suddenly when it was announced for Lady’s Choice shocked when my crush want to dance with me. That was so memorable because we were the only partner dancing in the gymnasium accompanied by the music “MY LOVE”, because we will be graduating next month. That event ended very smoothly.

Election. SSG. I vied for Vice presidency because my teachers told me to do so. Nobody has the courage to fight Ruth Danille so I didn’t have the choice. Nonetheless, I became the President of YES-O. I garnered Second Rank.

GRADE TEN (S.Y. 2019-2020)

Adviser Mrs. Felisa Deniega

Time really flies so fast. Just a blink of an eye I was already at the last stage of my Junior high school life.

As a grade ten student, I have to be more responsible mot just in terms of my studies but be more responsible as an officer. We have to foster good examples to our school mates specially to the lower years.

This year I was able to join the Leadership Training for SSG officers and compete up to the National level of Skills. I met many people, students from the different places in the country. Those events helped me gained my self-esteem and self-confidence.

I felt fulfilled at this stage of my life. I have seen a lot of places, but I needed as well a lot of finances. That was why my parents were hard up for this.

Despite these fulfilments, I can say that this was also the saddest moment for me as a high school student. I bid goodbye to my Alma matter, to my friends, to my best friends and to all the people who have touched my life and helped me to become who am I today.

#EmpowenmentTechnologies

1 note · View note

ohyangchon · 4 years

Text

A Web of Memories (Nobody Knows Fic)

Set post-episode 16.

Sangho is committed into a psychiatric ward, and Youngjin, intending to follow up with matters while worried he might be faking it to lighten his sentence, eventually discovers the truth couldn't be further from that.

Also hosted on Ao3 :D

"You really didn't have to drive us, Taehyung-sshi," The grizzled woman had a soft smile on her face as the truck stopped in front of the drab hospital, "Eunho and I honestly would've just cycled."

The man shrugged and turned off the ignition. "Lee-ssam mentioned it, and I got curious too. Can we all visit him, or is it just you?" he piped up, and Eunho turned to his companion for an answer as well, "I don't mind waiting outside with Eunho-sshi otherwise."

"We all can visit," Youngjin nodded in reassurance before beginning to tease the boy with her, "Eunho insisted he wanted to come though. Have you forgotten that he kidnapped you, or is this just one of your bleeding-heart moments where you needed to check in?"

Eunho shrugged off her arm, pouting petulantly before his face eventually faded into one of contemplation, far more mature than his years. "I...wanted to set my mind to ease," he admitted, looking Youngjin in the eye as he spoke, "To ensure that he's not capable of hurting or using anyone else anymore. He...he was hurt too, but that didn't entitle him to kill people the way he did. That's why I wanted to know if he really was gone, ahjumma."

Taehyung slipped his hands into his jean pockets, smirking towards the building. "Ah, don't miss that," he stated with a derisive chuckle, "I really hate hospitals. There's this air of finality that can't be shaken off, and it sucks. Weighs heavily on the soul."

Youngjin sighed softly, leading them both inside. The name given made the nurse's hackles raise instantly, but she was reassured by the stern woman showing her police badge. "He's rather loud," she explained, leading them towards one of the rooms with a ruckus in it and two police guards standing watch, "Just try to talk softly and don't approach him suddenly."

At this, Youngjin seemed wary as the nurse left, a little too paranoid to take her words at face value. She nodded to Eunho, who'd paused in front of the door and began to seem uncertain. "I'm not sure what I'll see, ahjumma," he stated aloud, staring blankly at the wood in front of him, "You go in with Taehyung-hyung. I'll stay outside with the police guards."

"Are you sure?" Youngjin's voice quickly shifted, trying to calm her young friend down, "I won't force you if you don't want to. You can peek inside if you think it's safe to come in, I'll tell them to let you in." Eunho silently nodded to her, now staring down at his sneakers, before Taehyung motioned towards the door: he'd reached for it when the police guards stopped him, and Youngjin glared to them both as they bowed, unlocking the door to let them into the dark room.

Taehyung's eyes searched the room, raising a brow. "Weird, he's not around," he whispered, gesturing to the empty bed, "Do you think they were lying about him being--" He was interrupted as a lump at the far end of the room shifted, revealing a set of large, wild eyes that could only belong to one man.

Baek Sangho looked a sorry state, his usually powerful stature now reduced to little more than skin and bones. He'd wrapped a blanket tightly around himself such that only his eyes peeked out in the darkness, shimmering with fear and delirium, and even as they stood in the room, he was shivering in the height of summer despite the layers around him.

Youngjin's gaze fell upon him, unsympathetic to the killer of her best friend reduced to such a plight. She had to confirm, though, and began to boldly step towards him: as the first step echoed through the silent room, Sangho yelped and tightened the sheets he had around himself, crying loudly as he thrashed within.

"Don't hurt me...please..I'll do whatever...don't whip me...please...pastor Seo, I beg you...I'll do anything..." he shouted towards them, before tucking his head into the sheets, "Cold...why am I so cold...it hurts...it hurts..."

Taehyung turned towards Youngjin, before taking her by the arm when she tried to stride forward. "He might lash out," he whispered back, and she nodded in reply, gently putting his arm away.

"I know," came her quiet, determined reply, stepping more towards him as Sangho now threw his hands up in a feeble attempt to shield himself from perceived abuse, "Don't worry. I'm just checking. Baek Sangho-sshi?"

Hearing the new voice, Sangho huddled further into the corner, still with arms upraised while trying to put space between himself and the new presence. "A-ahjumma...I don't know anything...no...I'm just fine...these bruises are just...they're just from a fall," he muttered quickly, bright eyes darting from side to side as if coming up with a convincing excuse. He chuckled, slightly unhinged, before quickly turning back to her, "I fell down. Nothing to see here. The church treats me very well."

Youngjin's eyes narrowed. She switched tactics, getting down on one knee like how she'd done before to help the other children. "Sangho-ya," she stated carefully, dropping to banmal as if she was talking to another child, "My name is Cha Youngjin. You can trust me. I...I'm here to help you." Inside, she balked, wondering if it was worth it to help Soojung's killer like this.

Sangho's eyes met hers, and Youngjin noticed how glazed they'd become. He'd really driven himself insane from the isolation and pent-up anger about being caught, it seemed. He loosened the sheets around himself slightly, still with his head tucked into it like a hood when he turned towards her with a small, cautious smile. "You're here to help...that's wonderful," he quietly replied, tilting his head from side to side in childlike glee, "Help, help, I need help."

Taehyung stepped forth seeing no movement, and Sangho flinched back, instinctively reaching out towards Youngjin. "The pastor...he's coming...we can't let him know you're here...he'd whip me...he'd whip me otherwise..." Sangho mumbled to Youngjin before shrugging off one of his sheets, "You...you have to hide yourself and cover your head. That way he wouldn't see you...yes. He won't see you."

"I...what?" Taehyung's voice was flat, confused at his words, "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm..." He looked to Youngjin, who nodded for him to keep playing along. "I'm with Cha Youngjin-ahjumma. We're together. Yeah. We're here to help."

Sangho nodded to himself, still shivering but now allowing himself to be brought back to the bed. Even then, he'd still been curled into a ball, hiding most of his face and body from view. Taehyung returned to Youngjin's side, mouthing what do we do now as she reached for the lights: watching Sangho flinch didn't stop her as she flicked it on, revealing the countless biblical scriptures scrawled all over the walls and filling the floor under their feet that was hidden before.

Taehyung stiffened, taking a step back towards the door as the horrible memories returned to him, but Youngjin knelt down carefully once more in front of Sangho, keeping him in view. "You're...safe here now," she informed the man across her, finally certain that he was no longer able to hurt anyone the way he'd had before, "The people here will help you, just like we are. You'd...you'd turn out just fine." Her smile was bitter at the thought of the path he'd gone down: she remembered him saying that if he'd been picked up by someone like her when he was a child, perhaps things might've turned out differently.

As they eventually exited, Taehyung sagged and slid down the wall, clutching his collar as he gasped out air in short bursts from repressing his own panic. Youngjin glanced behind her, and Eunho returned to her side, looking uncertain about matters.

"Don't worry. He...can't hurt anymore," Youngjin reassured her friend and extended her hand towards Taehyung- who quickly took it like a lifeline and followed her outside.

She didn't think she could forgive someone who'd kept her so angry for this many years, but somehow, she knew she couldn't muster the hatred she'd had once before against him. He was tormented by being locked in his head, the memories of his torture at the hands of the church permanently on its surface with no reprieve. That was punishment enough.

#sbs nobody knows #kim seo hyung #park hoon #ahn ji ho #seo young joo

2 notes · View notes