#and a few others but he’s a bit iffy and can rub me the wrong way

[clouds-rambles]

Hey! If your requests are open, could I please have a platonic headcanon with Childe, Zhongli, Diluc (maybe scaramouche too? Lol) with a fem reader who was trouble showing her feelings, so she always pretends to be okay even though she is not and has a huge urge to cry? I just really need some comfort right now, sorry if my ask is a little bit confusing XD

Anyways, I hope you have a nice day and stay safe! 🌸

Of course bestie! I know what you’re talking about (this one is for the kaeya kinnies /j)

I’m at the stage where idk if I should be calling Childe, Childe or Tartaglia and I confuse myself. So many names, and that’s not even adding Ajax into the list

Brain small cannot think of anything for short angry harbinger, sorry :(

Pairings; (Seperate, Platonic) Childe, Zhongli, and Diluc x reader

Warning(s); depression mention, imposter syndrome

Keep reading under the cut!

Childe

Hiding your emotions from Childe is difficult. He has a sixth sense when he’s around people he’s close to. Great for cheering up kids, horrific for you, especially when it’s a day where you want to just not address the issue

“[name] are you okay you seem a little down”

“Just tired Tart, I had a late night”

“Hm okay, let me know if somethings bothering you though”

Childe is a great way to get your mind off of your life though, he always finds something to do and some way to entertain you

Sometimes he’ll purposely try to (horrifically) use chopsticks, just to make you laugh

Other times he’ll suggest stomping about Liyue to find some seashells. Something about ‘levelling up’. You don’t really understand that

Though today is just different, everything seems to be getting progressively worse. In fairness you had woken up a little iffy but dropping Childes inkblock causing it to break and stain the carpet was the last straw.

“I’m so sorry Tart” you cry with the broken inkblock in your hands “I can’t believe I did that” you add. You feel Childe take the block pieces out your hand and places them on the table before embracing you

“Hey, hey, it was an accident” he consoles rubbing your back “There’s a ton more inkblocks from where that came from” 

“What about the carpet?” you ask between sobs, Childe smiles

“I’m sure the fatui has plenty of those too” he replies

The two of you sit like this, while the two of you are often on the same equal footing you don’t mind being treated like one of Childe’s younger siblings. Just for a moment

Zhongli

Much like Childe, Zhongli can sense your mood change a mile off. He’s probably even more perceptive than his fatui friend, and even more upfront with it.

“Tell me [name], what’s got you down in the dumps today?” 

“Hm, I just had a late night that’s all”

“That’s a lie”

“Yeah... I just want to avoid it right now if that’s okay”

“Of course, here try this calming tea”

You just kind of keep burying the sad feeling down with the attitude of out of sight out of mind

That’s until you’re at Zhongli’s door, just after midnight, knocking at it.

“Who’s knocking at this time of nig-” Zhongli opens the door to see you there just stood sobbing “[name] what’s wrong?” he asks placing his hands lightly on your shoulders. You lean into Zhongli letting him hug you

“I just feel like everyone around me is faking it. Faking the laughs, the love” you sob, “I feel like an odd one out” you add, Zhongli coos for a few moments

“I can assure you my friend that you are loved by many” he reassures “Your friends, myself included, can barely say a bad thing about you” he adds “Only that you drink out of your teacup a little strangely” he attempts to jest. You chuckle at the joke and shake your head

“Really?” you ask, Zhongli nods

“I swear on the geo archon himself” he jests again

“Thank the archons” you smile a little weakly between your tears

Diluc

Diluc is a little oblivious with emotions, especially when he has such trouble with his own. There are things that he notices you do that he does when avoiding confrontation about whatever you’re feeling down about, but he never likes to push

“You’re looking a little down [name], need to vent about anything?”

“No thanks Diluc, maybe later”

You like to keep yourself busy with the intention of forgetting what you’re feeling, so more often then not you’re helping about Angels Share for a cute tip and to keep yourself busy

As the two of you are cleaning up after the evening shift, Charles went home early as he did a lunch shift as well, your eyes start water and before you know it you’re silently crying to yourself.

“[name]?” Diluc questions upon seeing your shaking shoulders

“Sorry just a sec” you try to say between tears. You feel Diluc approach from behind you and place a hand on yours

“I’m here” he attempts to console “Do you want a hug or something?” he asks awkwardly. You don’t look up but nod. So, Diluc embraces you rather stiffly but attempts to soften into it without breaking down himself. The poor touch starved man.

“I don’t get why I started crying” you confess wiping your eyes into Diluc’s shoulder. Diluc nods

“It’s okay [name], you don’t need a reason” he consoles settling into the hug and rubbing your back “Everyone gets like that sometimes” he adds

“Even you?”

“Hm, yes, even me”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #childe #tartaglia #zhongli #diluc

[moonlit-imagines]

Cover-Up

Avengers x teen!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt:

Thin ice.

That’s what Secretary Ross had said to you the last time you spoke. You’re on thin ice, kid.

Why did he choose to threaten you like that? Because you were iffy on the Accords. That was all it took. He was threatening your position as an Avenger, one you had fought so hard to secure. And there were still hurdles you hadn’t quite hopped yet, being the youngest on the team and all. A “kid” to them.

One strike and you were out, they warned you some years ago, but did you listen?

No, that’s why you were standing in an evacuated airport with Steve and the sensible half of the gang. Guard up, morale down...but you suppose that your expectations were the same.

“Y/N, you really need to rethink this one before it’s too late.” Tony had warned you, but you were so goddamned sick of being warned. You knew exactly what you were doing and you were not going to be stopped, it was time for them to stop pretending like you needed constant guidance.

“Do I, Tony?” You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the pavement, just on the verge of snapping. “Have some faith in me, why don’t you? Who’s got a better track record of thinking things through: me or you?”

“Seriously, kid, you’re putting everything in jeopardy.” He sounded serious, that was new. “If you get stuck on the wrong side of this, it’s no more avenging for you.”

“Is that a threat?” You raised your eyebrows as Steve glanced at you, making sure that you weren’t having second thoughts. Yeah, right.

“That’s a promise.” Tony honestly looked a little scared. He should be. “Do you remember how hard it was to get you on the team? You were a child—still are, might I add! They said you didn’t belong out here, we said you did. I’m beginning to regret that now.”

“You’re saying they’re gonna demote me?” Could he tell you were stalling? Oof, guess you’ll know soon enough.

“Demote you?” Tony repeated back. “I wish that were it, y/n. You’re gonna get canned, blacklisted. They’re gonna make your life a living hell. You really want to give it all up now? You’ve come so far, don’t throw it all away over Steve’s sentiment.” You’d heard enough of that, now it was time to lose your cool.

“This isn’t all about helping Steve,” you told him while raising your fists, ready to cause some chaos, “I’m sick of taking the fall for you.” Tony rolled his eyes and finally called for backup.

“Underoos!” A blur of red flew in front of you and Steve, disarming your counterpart before the kid rambled an introduction that sounded a bit...off.

“Are you kidding me, Tony? You give me shit for being a kid and then recruit a twelve year old?” You groaned and watched the kid’s masked eyes get wide. “Don’t correct me, bugboy, I don’t care.”

“Yeah, well, he’s on my side so I’m cutting him some slack.” Tony justified his reasoning as you waited just a few more seconds for Scott to get into position.

“That’s enough, are we ready yet? This is starting to get boring.” And then all hell broke loose as Steve got free of webs, Scott threw the first punch, and the rest of your teams took off. That was your chance to strike Tony with a bolt of lightning in an attempt to shut down his suit, but he always had contingencies.

“Nice one, y/n, but I installed a surge protector after the last time!” Tony blasted at you with his repulsors set to stun, only missing you by a hair.

“Oh, yeah? You get one for Rhodes, too?” You asked, switching your aim to the War Machine armor and overloading it until it shut down.

“Seriously, Tony? You didn’t think to upgrade mine, too?” Rhodey groaned while rushing to reboot.

“Get over it!” Tony bickered as you ran by, booking it for the Quinjet. “Vision, don’t let y/n get away!” And then the android was flying towards you.

“I can’t let you go any further, y/n.” He informed, blocking your path and giving you a moment to catch your breath. “It’s not too late to change sides. You could help us all stay together. After all, that’s what we all want.” You took a glimpse behind you at all of your feuding loved ones who were beating each other senseless and although you hated to see it, you would not be backing down so easily.

“I’m not risking innocent lives to stay roommates.” You gave him a quick jolt that’d incapacitate him just long enough for you to escape his grasp, but it wasn’t long before the team called upon you for help.

“Y/N, I need backup!” Steve called over the comms.

“On my way, Cap!” You doubled back and met up with the rest of your team, knowing that this battle had only begun. You looked down the line of allies you had and looked across to allies you’d lost, knowing that this day would change your life forever.

“You guys ready?” You sighed, charging up your fists and deciding on a target.

“Ready for what?” Scott asked as the two lines of super-people began to converge. “Oh, that.” You all picked up the pace and you decided to take the fight to the kid since he’d been causing enough trouble.

“Woah! What was that for?!” He yelped when you gave him a little shock and rubbed is arm. “Am I gonna have a heart attack?”

“You’ll be fine,” you scoffed, still ready to strike again if need be, “and it’s just business, kid. Tony should have known better than to get you involved.”

“Well, Mr. Stark made me this really cool suit, so I’m not complaining.” He shrugged before shooting a web from each wrist, but he’d regret it just as quickly as he acted since you accidentally sent two charges back up the web, sending him flying back.

“Oops...” You covered your mouth and watched to make sure he got back up, or maybe you did give him a heart attack. No, he was getting back up. “Are you good?” You called over.

“Yeah, I’m good!” He gave you a thumbs up and crouched over to catch his breath.

“Just walk it off, kid!” You reused some old advice and were suddenly called on by the person who gave it.

“Y/N, it’s now or never!” You swiveled your head to see Steve and Bucky make a break for it and decided that it was time for you to do the same, so you ran straight past the kid and tried to keep up with the two super soldiers. Thankfully, Wanda gave you a boost so you didn’t get left behind. After Natasha let you past, you and just two of your teammates made it out of there. At least some of you did.

—————

You stood your ground against Tony as he lit up his repulsors, trying to get a clear shot of Bucky or Steve.

“Y/N, you haven’t thought this through at all!” Tony argued with you, trying to get you to see it from his poing of view. “I promise you it’s not too late to turn this all around. I’ll tell Ross you were my double agent or something, anything to keep you from getting thrown in the Raft!” You glanced back at Steve, who was buying into Tony’s rant more than you were.

“He’s right, y/n.” Steve lowered his shoulders some. “I can’t drag you down any more, you can’t come back from this.” You gulped, feeling as something were stuck in your throat. You didn’t think that this battle would lead you here.

“After everything I did to help you, you want to leave me with him?” You asked with tears beginning to brim in your eyelids.

“I don’t want to abandon you, that’s the last thing I’d want to do.” Steve explained. “But I know that Tony’s telling the truth, he won’t let them hurt you. If you get caught with us, they’ll know you’re guilty and you might never come back from it. I can’t let you give it all up for us.” You looked back to Tony, who agreed with Steve for once.

“I’ll make it go away. And I won’t hold it against you, okay? You made me proud, even if you were a pain in the ass.” His hand was still aimed towards Bucky, but you’d yet to budge. This was a big decision you’d have to make. Switching sides just for a bailout? And then Tony’s aim switched to the opposite side of you, just before you felt a hand rest on your shoulder.

“You’d be doing me a favor by keeping yourself in Ross’s good graces, how about that?” Steve tried to reason. “I need you to stay safe, you won’t be safe with us.” You bit down on your tongue and took a deep breath, realizing that you’d have to take the easy way out of this one. You lowered your guard and gave everyone in the vicinity a moment of peace of mind.

“You two are both impossible.” You hung your head and relaxed your tense muscles, knowing that this was no longer your fight.

“Glad you finally realize that, no go wait in the Quinjet.” Tony instructed, patiently waiting for you to leave the blast zone before the three of them got to work. It was about to get much more messy than it did at the airport, they’d rather you miss this part. And even if it broke your heart, they had to do what was best for you. Apparently, it was never too late to start.

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[iamwhoami]

Sister Oh Sister (Grey’s Anatomy)

Grey’s Anatomy

   When Amelia has brain surgery to remove her tumor, her sister Y/N is with her the entire time, worried that she might lose her.

Warnings: None

Requested = Yes

Haha...finally got one done...

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the episode where Amelia gets her tumor removed so the facts might be a lil iffy.

You were the first person she told.

   When she paged you to the scan room, you definitely were not expecting this bombshell.

“Oh...Amelia...” You whispered and immediately pulled her into your arms.

“It’s okay...” Amelia said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself to, “It’s benign.”

   You choked back a sob at those words. It was a relief of course, but it was a tumor nonetheless and would definitely have to be removed.

That meant brain surgery.

   Over the next while, you were constantly at Amelia’s side. Yes, it was partially because you knew you had to be there for her, but in a way, you were also there because you were scared.

Scared that history might repeat itself.

   The few months before Derek died, you hadn’t really been around him much. Now looking back, you regretted not visiting him, Meredith and the kids more. You regretted now inviting them over for dinner more. 

You didn’t want to have those regrets with Amelia.

   Despite all your fear and worries though, you did you best to hide it from Amelia, putting a brave face on instead.

   The day of Amelia’s surgery, you had worked yourself up so much that you spent the first half hour of the day throwing up in the bathroom at home.

   You knew you were worried about her, but there really weren’t any words that would truly describe just how great that worry was.

   Pulling yourself together though, you forced yourself to eat some breakfast before heading to the hospital. It was a surprise that Meredith had even managed to get you to go home since you spent all your time at the hospital since Amelia was checked in.

   Parking your car, you killed the engine and was going to walk in when you realized that you couldn’t. You were so overwhelmed by everything that you just needed one moment by yourself so that you could break down without Amelia knowing.

   You didn’t realize how much you had been holding back until you finally let it all out. You were sobbing so hard, you didn’t even hear the first few knocks on the window to your car.

   Sniffling, you wiped your nose with the side of your hand before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car.

“You good?”

   You looked over at Meredith, debating what you should tell her. Should you lie even though you knew she would see right through it?

“I will be,” You whispered, “But that doesn’t really matter right now.”

“Of course it matters,” Meredith responded, “Y/N, you’ve been driving yourself insane with worry about Amelia and I know you have your reasons but how would Amelia react if she knew what you’ve been doing?”

“What am I doing?” You asked numbly as you and Meredith headed into the building.

   Meredith grabbed your arm, making you stop, “You’re not taking care of yourself Y/N. Your running yourself to the ground, you’re not eating, you’re not sleeping.”

“It’s going to be okay,” You whispered back, biting your lip as you felt the tears threaten to spill from your eyes again, “Right? She’s going to be okay.”

“Oh...Y/N,” Meredith reached out her other arm and pulled you into a hug.

   You choked back a sob, “She has to be okay Mer because I swear I can’t do it again. Not after Derek...”

“I know,” Meredith mumbled and put her hand on the back of your head, rubbing it up and down.

   With that, you nodded and Meredith looped her arm through yours before making your way up to Amelia’s room.

“I’ll go through the a sub frontal craniotomy, real clean, small incision,” Tom was saying as you and Meredith arrived.

   Amelia saw you and gave you a weak smile which you just barely were able to return.

“So I imagine you have questions,” Tom looked at everyone expectantly.

“Yeah uh...how many of these have you done?” Dr. Bailey pointed her finger at Tom.

   Tom shook his head slightly, “So...so many.”

“What’s the recovery time?” Richard added.

   You tried to listen. You tried to pay attention, stay engaged, but your mind just kept wandering, going through each of the possible scenarios. 

“See you at the afterparty,” Tom was saying when you zoned back in and without another word he walked out of the room.

“He’s arrogant and a showboat so DeLuca, make sure you ask him questions during surgery,” Amelia ordered, “Make him show off.”

   DeLuca nodded in response and you knew that he would do that.

“And if I make it through,” Amelia started to say but Owen cut her off.

“When you make it through,” He corrected.

“Early ambulation protocol,” DeLuca finished and Amelia thanked him.

   Amelia then turned to Meredith, “Meredith...if I die.”

“You are not going to die,” Meredith said.

“But if I do,” Amelia went on, “You call my mom...I’m sorry but she likes you.”

“True that,” You snorted, knowing fully that Amelia was very correct on that.

   Amelia then looked over at Maggie, “And you...take my room! I totally scammed you on that.”

“Don’t be ridiculous-” Maggie started to say but Alex cut in.

“She’s right on that, it’s way better,” Alex mumbled to Maggie.

“If I’m gorked after this,” Amelia took a deep breath, “Unplug me. Don’t think about it. Go on with your lives. If I need unplugging, April has been named my power of attorney.”

   At those words, everyone, including you, slowly looked over at April who had a very awkward expression on her face.

“What...was I supposed to say no?”

“I uh...I don’t know what’s me and what’s tumor talking,” Amelia looked you straight in the eyes before continuing, “But uh...in this moment, I love you people tremendously.”

~~~

   You were sitting in between Meredith and Maggie, watching through the gallery at the scene below. Amelia standing...leading the superhero pose.

   You watched as Amelia got onto the table and as she was preparing to lay down, she gave you a wave.

   Forcing a smile, you waved back.

~~~

   The entire time Amelia was in surgery, it felt like you were underwater. Not drowning, but just underwater. The sounds around you were fuzzy and even though you could see perfectly well, your eyes stung as if salt was irritating them. You were subconsciously holding your breath too, breathing only when Maggie or Meredith reminded you to.

   When the surgery ended, you were slightly relieved but now you were tasked with one of the hardest things.

Waiting.

   You refused to leave Amelia’s side, even though she was still unconscious. Meredith and Maggie tried to get you to leave for food, but you brushed them off, only leaving to use the bathroom.

   You talked a lot to Amelia while you waited for her to wake up, knowing that she couldn’t hear you. It brought you some sort of comfort though, speaking to her as if she were awake.

“I know you’d tell me that I’m being stupid,” You laughed, holding Amelia’s hand in yours, watching her face carefully for any signs that she might be waking up.

   You smiled painfully, “But I can’t leave you Amy...not after what happened with Derek. You can’t leave me...because I really need you Amy. Even though I’ve been annoying and you’ve been a pain in my ass at times, I love you so much more than I’ve ever told you.”

   You reached your hand out and gently stroked your sister’s face.

“Please Amy...” You swallowed hard, “Please don’t leave me.”

~~~

   Needless to say, when Amy woke up speaking French, you thought you were going to have a heart attack. When Meredith explained what was going on though...you quickly understood and calmed down.

A little bit.

   It was hard watching Amelia be in pain while she recovered from brain surgery but you always put on a brave face and made sure to be there beside her every step of the way.

   It took a while, and since you were with Amelia every day it was hard to see the tiny steps of progress, but you did. It felt like forever, but you knew it wasn’t, before Amelia was finally allowed to be discharged and head home.

“I’ll put the bags in the car first,” Owen said and looked over at you

   You smiled and Owen gave you a knowing look before walking out of the room, a few bags in his hand.

“You look like crap,” Amelia joked as you rubbed your bloodshot eyes.

“Right back at you,” You mumbled back but Amelia could tell it didn’t have your usual spunk.

“What’s wrong?” Amelia asked, clearly concerned.

   You shook your head, “It’s stupid...”

“Oh come on Y/N,” Amelia said, “It’s me, you know you can tell me anything.”

   You sighed and shook your head again but you didn’t stay quiet this time and told Amelia what was bothering you.

“It’s just...especially after Derek,” You felt yourself start to choke up and quickly swallowed hard, “I couldn’t lose you. I was so scared I would lose you too Amelia.”

   Amelia’s gaze softened as she realized what you meant.

“Come here...” Amelia whispered and opened her arms so that you could lean into her embrace, “It’s okay...I’m okay now. You’re not going to lose me.”

   You nodded and closed your eyes, “I know...but it was just hard...”

“I don’t even know how hard that must have been for you,” Amelia said and you felt her sigh, “But you know...you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

   You couldn’t help but shake your head at your sister’s attempts of trying to make a joke.

“I know, you’re like a barnacle,” You went along with Amelia’s attempts.

“Seriously though,” Amelia whispered, “I’m always going to be with you no matter what.”

   You nodded, “I know...I love you Amelia.”

“Love you too.”

#grey's anatomy imagines #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #amelia shepherd imagine #amelia shepherd imagines

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

And when dick finds out jason KNEW and didn't tell b/c of the bet. oh man. Can we get a chapter in dick's pov on this? idc where u put it I just really want to read it.

Dick rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics. Honestly, he didn’t really care who Ladybug was. They had more than enough proof that she was on the good side and their little squabble didn’t seem all that serious.

Besides, no one in France knew who she was after her being a hero for four years. Dick wasn’t one to attempt the impossible (he loved things that seemed impossible, but that’s different than things that actually are).

Still, Damian had come to him for help and he was fine taking some time out of his day to research with him.

And what did they find? Pretty much nothing.

The Parisians either guessed her age as 15-21 or somewhere in the thousands.

She had to have come over from France over the past two days but there wasn’t a single person even moderately matching her description who had come over.

Her friend group was iffy. Supposedly she was friends with someone named Chloe Bourgeois, who’d had the bee miraculous for a short period of time. Then again, some footage indicated that Ladybug might actually hate the girl, so that information was useless. All the other heroes she’d worked with were still a mystery.

And her powers? God, don’t even get him started on her powers. Did she know what she was going to summon or not -- sometimes it seemed like it and sometimes it didn’t. Just how far did the apparent invulnerability go? How does someone take a miraculous? How does her outfit work? Why won’t the mask come off? How much did her cure actually fix? The only thing they knew for sure was that she had to participate in a battle for her to be able to use it.

Even Tim hadn’t been able to scrounge up more than rumors.

But Damian still wanted Dick to be there when he confronted Ladybug with the information and question her, and he didn’t really have anything better to do.

Finding her was way harder than they thought it’d be. You’d think someone in bright red would be easy to spot in the middle of the night, but apparently not.

But, eventually, they found her.

She didn’t seem to notice them for a while. She hopped from rooftop to rooftop, drink in hand.

And then she stopped. She took a long sip from her drink.

“What do you want?” She asked. Well, at least they knew for sure she was French. Her accent was still pretty thick.

Dick and Damian looked at each other awkwardly. What were they supposed to say? ‘We tried to stalk you on the internet but it didn’t work’?

She spun on her heel and repeated herself: “What do you want?” Her smile was getting more strained.

Damian crossed his arms over his chest. “Who are you?”

Wow. Smooth. He fought the urge to sigh.

Ladybug grinned cheekily as she matched his posture. “I’m Ladybug, of course.”

He could already tell they weren’t going to get anything of substance from her. Still, Damian was sending him pleading looks out of the corner of his eyes. He brought a smile to his face. “We’ve spent the last few days researching you. We looked up immigration records, plane flights, everything. No one matches your descriptions. You, frankly, don’t exist.”

She tapped her earrings. “That’s ‘cause of magic. It keeps people from finding out my identity if I don’t want them to.”

He blinked and looked at Robin, trying to gauge if this could be true. Sure, metas existed and the internet had attributed her powers to the earrings she wore, but the idea of earrings giving people powers was still kinda odd for him.

Robin didn’t know. Great.

And then Ladybug took a sip of her drink and Dick gave pause. He’d seen that cup before. Pretty much every day, actually. He could ask Tim about it later --.

He was pulled back to the present when Damian groaned and left. He broke into a wide smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be impossible, after all.

He held out a hand to shake. “It’s been nice meeting you. Sorry about my…” He hesitated for a half-second, unsure whether he wanted to say ‘brother’. He glanced at her eyes and decided against it. He didn’t like how intent they looked. Whoever she was, she wasn’t stupid, that much was obvious.  “... partner. He’s a bit annoying.”

She beamed as she shook his hand. “It’s fine. It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Nightwing. I hope next time we can get to know each other without him around.”

He chuckled. “Just Nightwing would be fine. And that sounds great.” He gave one last wave before hopping away.

~

Jason’s phone rang and Dick grinned, glad for an excuse to stop working for even a second.

“Who wants to talk to you?”

He held up his phone to show it was ‘Timberly’.

They both frowned at this. Tim? Calling during work? He must be dying.

Jason turned on his speaker.

“Heya, Replacement, what’s up?”

“Hey, I’m going to take the day off.”

Jason and Dick looked at each other for a long time, stunned. And then they finally processed it. “WHAT?!”

“WHO IS THIS?!”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!”

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“IS THIS A PRANK?!”

“Yes, I’m fine. No, it’s not a prank. I’ve met someone --”

Jason laughed.

“-- not like that, Jay -- and I’m giving her a tour of the city. She just got here from France a while ago.”

Cafe person? From France? Dick’s brain clicked and he shoved Jason out of the way to get to the phone. “Did you meet her at the cafe?”

“Yes, I met her at the coffee shop, Dick. What does it matter?”

“She could be Ladybug.”

Tim and Jason laughed at him. Laughed.

“You’re insane. Can I have time off or not?”

Dick fought back his annoyance. Tim was actually asking to leave and he wasn’t going to stop him. “Yes!”

“Please!” Added Jason.

The line went dead. Dick dropped back onto the couch and pulled out his own phone.

How could he bully Tim into bringing (the person who might be) Ladybug over?

He opened up the family group chat.

Idontwantpicturesthatsjustmyname: Guys you will not BELIEVE this

~

Dick rested his head on his hands as he watched Marinette from across the table.

“So, what do you know about Ladybug?”

Her eyes widened slightly. Whether this was because of the suddenness of the question or because he was right he wasn’t sure.

“Subtle,” Jason said sarcastically. He sent Dick a short glare as if to say ‘don’t scare her off we just met her’ and then gave Marinette an apologetic smile. “Sorry, ‘bout that. He’s been obsessed since she appeared, and most of his research has been a dead end. He’s grasping at straws.”

She relaxed and gave a soft laugh. “I’m too klutzy to ever be Ladybug, you can ask anyone.”

Dick tried not to look too skeptical. He’d purposefully surprised her with a rather forceful hug when he’d met her to see how good her balance was when she wasn’t paying attention. She’d had no problem both staying up and supporting their weight.

He couldn’t tell her that, though.

He groaned. “And I don’t suppose you know who it is?”

“Nope.”

And, just like that, the conversation moved on. Damn it, Jason, can’t you relax for a few seconds so he can interrogate her? Ugh.

Still, he smiled at Tim’s expression as Marinette began to explain exactly how they’d met. Even if it annoyed him that he hadn’t gotten any information, no one could ever pass up on the opportunity to mess with their siblings.

~

Jason sent Dick a glare as he pulled on his leather jacket. “You want to what?”

“Do a stakeout!” Dick said brightly. “I’m pretty sure Marinette is Ladybug.”

Tim sighed. “So we’re going to stalk my new friend? Great. Maybe this is why my friendships don’t last.”

“C’mon! It’s not like you even have to go, Tim.”

“And let you guys embarrass me? No thanks.”

“She won’t know --,” Jason said.

Tim sighed and put on his mask. “No. Come on. Dick, you owe me a coffee.”

Dick groaned but nodded. “Fine, I’m paying for snacks. Let’s go.”

~

“For the record, I think you’re stupid,” said Jason as they started to pull themselves up the fire escape.

“Thanks!” Said Dick brightly. “I know I’m right, but thanks!”

Jason laughed quietly. “Suuuure. Wanna bet?”

“Sure. How about 3k?”

He rolled his eyes. “Only 3? Are you really sure?”

Dick scoffed. “Fine. 5k.”

Jason smirked and pulled himself up the last rung and sat himself down on the edge. “Sucker.”

Tim glanced inside and gave sarcastic jazz hands. “Wow. How suspicious. She’s going to sleep.”

“Can’t you guys even pretend to believe me?”

“Nope. You’re insane, dude, the girl probably couldn’t hurt a fly if she wanted to.”

“I know what I saw. That coffee cup was the same one he --” he pointed at Tim “-- brings home all the time. And he saw her get one that day. She’s French and new in town. It’s got to be her.”

Tim sighed. “This feels wrong,” he mumbled. He took a long sip of his drink before continuing: “She’s a civvie, we can’t just watch her.”

“She might be a civvie,” corrected Dick.

His brothers groaned and they all opened their bags of Doritos.

And then Marinette flung the window open and stuck her head out. “Could you guys not do this outside my window?”

Everyone jumped. Tim literally jumped, nearly falling over the side of the fire escape in his surprise. They got into fighting poses on instinct.

Marinette had gone a little pale at the sight of them.

They quickly dropped their guards.

She flashed a weak smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, sirs. I thought you were just guys on my fire escape. You on a stakeout?”

Everyone looked at each other confusedly. Did her accent somehow get worse in the few hours since they met her? Tim looked especially confused by the development.

“Of sorts,” said Red Hood carefully.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes and her accent slipped back towards normal as she spoke: “If you’re staking out, can you…?” She trailed off and her eyes found their way to their Doritos. “Is that really all you’re eating tonight?” She asked, her lips falling into a frown.

The three all looked at each other.

“I mean... yeah, it’s stakeout food,” said Dick.

She clicked her tongue. “C’mon,” she waved them inside and began walking to her kitchen.

They all shrugged as they stepped through her window. What did it matter?

Dick snooped around her apartment with his brothers. He didn’t really know what he was looking for, just evidence that she did anything shady, but really he didn’t know where she’d hide anything. The place was pretty empty.

‘Damn, you live like this?’ He thought, giving her a glance and shaking his head.

His eyes found their way to her bed and he frowned. She’d set up a fake version of herself with pillows and blankets… but hadn’t she made it seem like she’d gone straight from bed to the window? How awake had she really been? And, if she’d been awake, had the accent been faked? Why?

He raised an eyebrow at the real Marinette.

“There were three people outside my window, did you want me not to take precautions?”

He looked away. Fair enough.

He continued looking for anything, but his attempts were fruitless. He would have thrown his hands up in frustration if he didn’t think that would make her suspicious of their true intentions.

Unable to do much else without making it obvious, he wandered over to watch her bake.

~

Dick looked the NightMare outfit up and down.

Ladybug sighed. “What?”

Maybe he could get some information on how her powers worked.

“Why is this outfit more intricate than your normal one?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Because I was intending to make it look like a coincidence that I showed up here right after the Ladybug in Paris defeated Hawkmoth,” she said.

He knew she was lying. He didn’t know how he knew she was lying, maybe it was the cadence of her voice or the fact that she had a tendency to keep them as in the dark about her identity as possible, but she was definitely lying.

But he couldn’t prove it.

So he moved on.

~

She stumbled out of her portal and sent them all a tiny wave. “Salut.”

Dick’s eyes widened and he rushed forward to catch her in case she fell. She didn’t, but he still wrapped her arm around his shoulders to hold her upright. “Christ! What did they do to you?”

"Some sort of tranquilizer,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “We need to warn the Waynes.”

He tensed and looked at his family, who were anxiously shifting from foot to foot.

“You’re not in any state to do that,” said Bruce, finally.

“I can open a portal.”

A wide smile stretched across his face. Aha! She’d admitted that she had to have been somewhere to open a portal. He had her now! “You’ve been to Wayne Manor?”

She opened an eye just enough to send him a glare. “No, but I’ve been outside it.”

His smile dropped. Damn. That’s a good point. The outside was a pretty popular tourist spot. He sighed.

“You need to get home,” said Tim. “I’ll make sure everyone turns around.”

Dick sent him a slight glare but let go of Ladybug and turned away. As much as he wanted to be right, the idea of watching her stumble into her room while half-awake in order to confirm this made him feel a little sick.

He could figure it out some other time, at least.

~

Jason dropped Ladybug onto the bed and they all scrambled around her.

Dick picked up a knife and started attempting to cut the suit around her wound and a curse slipped from his lips as it attempted to reform itself instantly.

After a few attempts, he reached for Ladybug’s earrings. He hadn’t even really been thinking about her identity, he’d just been frustrated about the apparent inability to help her.

Her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist before he could touch them. She tried to say something but couldn’t talk above the blood gurgling in her mouth.

He pulled his hand from her grip.

‘Fine, but when you die stupidly it’s not my fault,’ he thought.

He went back to attempting to tend to her wounds through her outfit.

~

Listen, just because he hadn’t done that didn’t mean that he didn’t still want to know.

He sent a text to Marinette. He’d check every once in a while to see if she responded, but if it took however long Ladybug was out then he would be right.

~

He stepped into the apartment and was stunned to see that Jason and Tim were already there.

But then he watched Marinette walk over. And she was probably injured, with how hard she was trying to hide her limp. And she clearly knew that he was onto her, otherwise why would she be trying to hide it?

“You’re walking a little weird, are you alright?” He said, a smug grin on his face.

But then Tim came to her rescue. He walked over and slung an arm over her shoulders protectively. “Maybe if you weren’t watching her walk she wouldn’t be overthinking it so much.”

Damn it. He hated it when Tim had a point.

Whatever. At least he’d thought of a plan B. He watched as Marinette’s eyes fell on Robin. She’d never met the vigilante before, so there was no reason why they shouldn’t get along.

And then she was nice to him.

He wanted to kick a wall. Was he actually wrong or was she just aware of what he was doing?

She pulled a bottle of wine from her cupboard. “You guys can all have this, right?”

There, a perfectly acceptable way to be petty. He snatched the drink from her hands. “It doesn’t matter because you can’t drink!”

Marinette raised her eyebrows. “It’s legal in my country.”

“But not in ours! Where you are currently staying! How did you even get your hands on this?”

She shrugged innocently.  “You’re more uptight than my actual mom.”

He scoffed. Rude!

So rude, in fact, that he didn’t realize that she had changed the subject until there was no natural way to come back to it.

He stared at the wine in his hands.

Screw it.

~

Dick glanced at his phone as he received a text.

His eyes lit up at the username. Marinette! Aha! He had her now! It had only been a day since Ladybug was released, surely this was proof --!

Definitelyforgottosleep: lemme in

He frowned. All thoughts of Ladybug were pushed out of his mind at the two words. Was she okay? What had happened?

~

Chloe Bourgeois? Where had he heard that name before?

A frown found its way to his face as he tried to recall this. “I know you.”

“You do?”

He nodded slightly and scratched the back of his head. “Definitely... so where...?”

Marinette looked a little pale. “Don’t all rich people kind of know each other?”

Dick gave a small nod. “I guess...” He said despite being sure that wasn’t it.

She grabbed both of them by their sleeves. “C’moooon. It’s cold out, we can at least do this inside.”

~

Dick watched from a bit away, trying to fight back a grin as Marinette and Cass greeted each other.

“Hi,” Marinette squeaked.

Cass looked Marinette up and down. If anyone could crack this case in two seconds, it was her…

And she did.

“Are you a vigilante?”

He fought the urge to squeal. Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyes --!

And then Jason appeared out of nowhere to tackle Marinette in a hug.

This couldn’t ruin his good mood, though. Nothing could.

“Cass thinks that Mari could be a vigilante,” said Dick with a cheeky look on his face.

Jason and Marinette tensed slightly and looked at each other.

Then, Cass gave a short laugh. “No, wait, I was wrong. Don’t worry about it, Dick.”

Ah. Nothing could ruin his good mood except for that.

His smile dropped instantly and he groaned. “Dang…”

~

Dick looked between Marinette and Tim with horror. Ladybug had confessed literally hours ago and here he was dating Marinette? What the heck? Sure, they were cute together, but that was just cold. Couldn’t he have waited a few days at least?

It didn’t even occur to him that maybe the whole ‘Ladybug confessing’ thing could be linked.

~

When he’d turned on his comm, he hadn’t expected anything much from it.

“The bug’s been bugged,” said Cass.

“She’s been what?”

“Bugged. Someone bad found out her identity and now she’s got a bug.”

There was a silence as this sunk in.

Then Dick was yelling. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE FOUND OUT HER CIVILIAN IDENTITY?!”

“Damn, Nightwing, didn’t know you cared so much,” said Tim, who sounded a bit on edge.

“WHY DID THEY GET TO KNOW BEFORE ME?!”

“Because everyone gets to know before you,” said Cass calmly. “You’re officially the last to know.”

“IM SORRY?! EVERYONE KNEW?!”

“Yep.”

He couldn’t believe he’d been betrayed like this, especially by his own family.

And so he questioned them.

Tim had apparently figured her out the second day and not said anything about it because ‘her identity clearly matters to her, she didn’t even know I knew it until a little while ago’. Damn him. Dick couldn’t even get mad at him for that.

And then Jason was next. He’d apparently found out when Marinette had gotten shot. He’d given the same reasoning as Tim, which was more than a little suspicious.

Bruce was next. He’d found out on the Wayne Manor cams and hadn’t said anything because he thought everyone already knew. Ouch.

Duke said that he had just found out when Marinette had touched her comm. He got a pass.

And then Cass said she’d found out the moment she’d met the girl. Dick had suspected that, considering the conversation they’d had on Thanksgiving, but then he’d questioned her on why she hadn’t told him and…

“Red Hood and Marinette didn’t want you to know, so.”

Dick was practicing breathing exercises. It didn’t work, though. “WHO IS SHE?!”

He had a strong suspicion he knew, considering Jason had kept the answer from him, but he wanted to hear it directly from someone.

Jason attempted to steer the conversation away: “Hey, so about that bug thing --.”

Whatever attempts to save his wallet he was about to make was ruined by Cass, who simply said: “Marinette.”

Let’s just say Jason was lucky that Dick was against murder.

He was not, however, against cursing him out for the entire family to hear.

~~~

When you have to read 44 chapters of your own fic to answer a prompt--

I probably missed some things, too. I put a lot of little things in

#satisfied #maribat #submitted prompt #the dick grayson chapter #this is lowkey called identity crisis but shhhhhhh

[worm-writes]

Courtesy Call

Iida is having a hard time and its about time he realizes he isn't as weak as he thinks he is.

Mutters rang around in class as thunder boomed from outside and the building shook. It’s been lightly drizzling all day, as it has been lately an abnormal amount. Denki had said it was going to thunder today, as he had decided to stay in bed today for not feeling good. His Quirk always acted up a bit in the rain, or so he told them. His hair had looked staticy this morning and the lights had seemed a bit dim that day so no one really questioned it. Tenya considered bringing him snacks after dinner but heard Kirishima and Mina discussing it between him and a few other students. The two had pushed their desks against Sero’s and were talking, or well, Sero seemed to be looking at him with a concerned face. Tenya looked back at his notebook.

The sound of the chattering began to feel muffled to Tenya as he stared at his blank notebook. He was supposed to be writing notes, he knows he should be writing notes, but he couldn’t bring himself to bring his pensil to his paper as Vlad drew on some systematic equation in the background. Tenya felt stuck, and frustrated. He looked up on his classmates and could tell no else was paying attention too, half of them weren’t even in their seats anymore. Something in his mind was telling him he should scold them for it but he felt glued to his seat.

A large flash overtook the class, followed by a louder booming noise. The door slammed open and Aizawa strutted in, ignoring Vlads glare at interrupting his lesson, guess he didn’t notice that not many people were paying attention. Not even Tenya was really paying attention, he kinda felt bad about it but today had started to feel a bit too much of a drag, even to him. Aizawa announced that class has ended. Immediately everyone got up and began to leave, ignoring Vlads complaining. Yaomomo had gotten up and went to Jirou, passing her headphones that she pulled from her skin and placing it over her ears. Tenya felt a bit iffy that he didn't notice his classmates suffering sooner and moved to help too, but could barely put down his pencil. 

Uraraka bounded over with a small smile and started talking. She seemed happy that class was ending and was hurriedly putting his things away for him before he could even do anything. He tried to protest, it coming out with rushed slurs as she closed his notebook and pencil, but her smile grew. And she seemed to talk faster, and Midoriya came up behind her just as excited. He felt a small smile overcome him but the nasty sluggish feeling started to grow as they grabbed his hands and led him towards the door. Sero appeared next to him, not really talking but had seemed to ditch Kirishima and Mina who where following after Bakugou, messing to pester him.

“Iida stay back.” Aizawas voice cut clear through the muffled noise. Uraraka and Midoriya pouted before leaving, saying they'll be outside. Sero followed but with a concerned glance as the two giggled, not realizing they were still holding his stuff, as they walked out, or maybe they did. Iida let out a small breath of release that immediately got caught as Aizawa walked past him. Everything came muted again as he started to follow. Was he in trouble? Did he do something wrong? Fear seemed to rake at him just as much as the sluggish feeling was, and he subconsciously rubbed at his pants as he followed from a distance. 

Aizawa walked into the teacher lounge and crossed into a small room. Tenya kept his head down as he followed but felt watched, as if he was being judged by his teachers. He almost slammed the door behind them when he reached the room. Aizawa sat on a chair just opposite of a couch. There was a steaming cup of coco across from him. Tenya slowly sat and took it, letting the heat seep through his fingertips and a small silence passed over them.

He watched as Aizawa pulled out paper and began grading with a grunt, gesturing for him to drink from the mug. He did so and it was thick and sweet on his tongue. It brought out a small memory of when Tenko had wrapped him up when he was sick and gave him one after sneaking it past their parents. Tenya smiled at the cup, and slowly drank it as Aizawa graded. When he finished, Aizawa just grabbed a thermo and poured him more, and the cycle until he was done grading and Tenya was feeling a bit more aware.

“Do you know why you are here?’ He started as he placed the last paper down. Tenya shook his head, to be honest while they sat he thought of every possible reason and nothing could come up. He hasn’t really done anything bad and has been especially careful after the Stain incident. The cup of hot coco was still warm to his touch as Aizawa sighed and leaned over. The room was tense as Tenya looked away and placed the half cup of coc on the table, he no longer felt interested in it.

“Iida, you’ve slowed down in training a lot recently, even your grades have seemed a bit down.” He grabbed one of the papers and held it up, it was his paper, it read a C in the theosis of quirk work. Tenya winced, yeah he has been doing a bit bad but he didn’t think it was important or anything, he could always do better later. That's what he's been telling himself but even he can tell that it's been slowly getting worse.

“I’m sorry sensei, I will do better later, please just give me a bit of time.” Tenya picked at the skin around his nails. Just a bit more time, he silently begged in his head. The sluggish feeling started to return as he began to once again feel frustrated with himself. Aizawa sighed loudly and placed the paper in front of him. The red C burned into him and he looked away, a loud boom shook the room as Aizawa began to talk again. 

It all began to become muffled again but this time hazy. Tenya stared at his fingers, thinking he was being scolded, he missed the concern on Aizawas face. It’s his fault he was like this anyways, he deserves to be scolded, why did he believe that he would do better in the first place? Why would he? He’s been so Lazy lately that he can't even remember the last time he studied, and has been just laying in bed after school doing nothing instead. Of course he’s failing, look at him. He didn’t even write any notes today. Aizawa is just going to expel him and he’ll go home to see his brother's sad face. Face his now disabled brother and have to tell him he can’t keep up the family name, because it's HIS Fault.

A hand covered his fingers, distracting him. He looked up to see Aizawa directly in front of him, having moved the table and was crouched down. He was saying something, but it didn’t register in his ears. Aizawa looked extremely concerned as he wiped at his face. Oh, he was crying. He didn’t mean to bring him into trouble. He felt small compared to his teacher, he knew he wasn’t at all in the slightest but as another flash and boom from the rain hit, he found himself curling up, away from his concerned teacher. He looked at his hands, now bleeding and red from his excess picking. What was he doing here?

He slowly stood and swalloed thickly, Aizawa backed up, giving him room, and in a small voice said, “May I be excused Sensei?”

Tenya didn’t wait for an answer. He bolted out of there, not even noticing the ruckus he created from leaving, or the fat that he was using his quirk. He ran past Uraraka, Midoriya and Sero, not hearing their calls, and ran all the way to the training track. It seems that this has become a habit to him, always running from his troubles. Away from the people he loved, always being protected but never doing the protecting.

A sob escaped his mouth, where did that come from? When did he feel like he was always being protected? 

An image flashed through his mind, Midoriya and Todoroki had protected him from stain, Uraraka defending him from Bakugou when he got told off for his family, Todoroki with the police. 

 

Oh.

 

Guess he was always being protected huh? Always in someone's way, always needing to be helped, always struggling . Tenya grimaced as he started to jog around the track, his brain running faster than his legs as frustration seemed to gather around him. Why was he always like this? He pumped his legs faster, he needs to get better, and better now. He doesn’t want to be the one everyone always protects, the one who always runs for help.

 He stumbled on the bed, peet sliding in the mud, and picked himself back up, running again, he can do this. He can't let himself get knocked down every time he fails to do something. A sob tore through his throat as he stumbled another bend, falling this time. He picked himself back up, determined even more this time.

The world seemed to go in slow motion as he put his frustration full forces into his legs, Gears shifting into a retro burst, but something even bigger, as his legs began to glow and grow, Blue streaks appeared from the notch and spread, growing up Tenyas arms and legs, seeming to burn as he felt him turn again, this time barely slipping in the mud. He can do this, He HAs to do it.

Another boom, as lightning hit right in front of him, he didn't stop though, going full force into it. He barely grunted as he continued his run. HYe has SO many people that look up to him, that he looks up to. His brother was counting on him to carry on his name and he refused to go back, to see him cry just because he gave up. 

He felt the Gears shift one last time giving him one last push and-

 

BOOM

 

Lighting struck him and a pop bursted from him, it arched from him making wild noises. Everything was blurry as everything seemed to glow and become extremely slow to him, his legs didn’t even feel like they were touching the floor, he was lapping faster and faster than he could possibly do before. 1, 2, 3,  Tenya passed the start over and over again, the frustration never dying neither did the tears, or was it the rain? He couldn't tell at this point but he was extremely warm despite it. 

Lightning seemed to be produced from him as he felt even more charges up, it danced away from him in arc, reaching up to the sky, he couldn’t feel it at all. Then as soon as it started, it stopped. The gears in his arms were forcefully shut off and he flew into something hard, not being able to stop himself. Whatever it was wrapped around him and he felt it shift backwards. He panted heavily as his legs turned into jello.

Tenya looked into what he ran into. SERO!?

He flushed and hobbled back, only to be caught as his legs gave out under him. A fully soaked Sero smirked at him. “Well hello there.”

He choked on apologies, as laughter seemed to etch around him. He looked around and saw the happy smiles of his classmates. They were all laughing at his flustered face but seemed happy that he was fine. How could he forget? His classmates relied on him just as much as he relied on them. They crowded around him, with concerned smiles. Well that was until Aizawa started storming over with red eyes, hair levitating and an angry look on his face.

“As much as I love having you in my arms, sweet cheeks, you need to go to the nurse.” Sero picked him up bridal style and started half jogging away from the group. It was a bit awkward to be held like that but it became obvious that Sero Had as much muscle as Tenya did. Makes sense on how since he's been able to swing himself alright. The rain didn't seem to deter him as it slid down his face and down his neck. Wait nO! Tenya, since when did you think about your male classmates like that? He blushed and looked back at his friends. They seemed to be trying their best to hold back Aizawa but were quickly being picked off one by one. 

“You might want to hurry, Aizawa is catching up.” Tenya muttered, Sero cracked and began to run back to the dorms. It's great to have friends, Tenya thought as he hid his face against Seros collar bone. Everyone was soaked to the bone, even him, but they still managed to make him smile.

#tenya lida #bnha angst #dadzawa #fuck i fotgot tags #accidentally gay #hurt/comfort #my works #my work #my wriitng

[0itmelex0]

5 + Corporalki Husbands for the angst/fluff prompts?

“I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”

prepare for some cuteness and softness from these bois in their dating days oml

the early dating days at that

Fedyor and Galen's lips slowly separated, resting their foreheads together. They rested in each others arms, smiling at one another. Fedyor's finger traced the scarred marking on Galen's left inner arm while Galen twirled a string on Fedyor's undershirt.

Galen's eyes felt heavy as Fedyor quietly hummed, "Do you think Ivan is going to stay in the same bed as us any time soon, if at all?" Galen spoke softly.

"We've only been dating him for a few months, Gal. I'm surprised he'll even hold our hands with how iffy he is with showing affection," Fedyor chuckled. "But hey, we got the grumpy guy to smile."

"We just had to act like idiots," Galen's nose scrunched up as a tired grin grew.

"But when aren't we acting like idiots, outside of duties at least?" Fedyor raised an eyebrow.

"Very tru--"

A faint knock came from the door, causing both Galen and Fedyor to look towards it.

"I'll get it," Galen quietly said, giving a kiss on Fedyor's cheek before getting out of their bed.

Galen put on his robe but didn't tie it, covering up most of his torso, while wearing comfortable pants. He opened the door, yet nobody was there. Looking into the hallway, a figure was walking away. There was enough light for them to recognizable however.

"Ivan?"

Ivan stopped. It took him a moment before coughing up the courage to turn around and walk back, "Sorry. . . am I bothering you and Fed?"

Galen sighed and shook his head, smiling with tired eyes "Of course not, Ivan. We were just laying down, is something wrong?"

"I. . ." Ivan rubbed the back of his neck. "Nevermind."

"Ivan," Galen grabbed onto his wrist before Ivan could go to leave again, slowly rubbing small circles on his inner wrist. "We're here for you, the both of us. I know you're probably still getting used to being with people like Fed and me, but if we can't have clear communication between the three of us. . . it won't work."

Ivan bit down on the inside of his cheek, looking down at Galen's hand that was wrapped around his wrist before his eyes wandered back up. That robe looked so obnoxious on Galen yet it worked for them.

"I just. . . I can’t sleep, can I sleep here? With you and Fedyor?"

Galen spared a glance into the room, seeing Fedyor was up and leaning against the wall as he listened to the conversation. Fedyor nodded.

"Yeah, of course, Ivan. If you feel like you want to and are ready to," Galen returned kind eyes to Ivan, the corner of his lips tugging up.

Ivan shrugged, trying to hide the fear he felt in his body yet Galen could feel it regardless of how hard he tried, "If I just don't go for it, I doubt I'll ever be ready."

Galen lead Ivan into his and Fedyor's room. Galen hung his robe back up and laid in bed back with Fedyor who returned to the bed prior to Ivan entering the room.

Ivan, already in sleeping attire, laid under the blanket and on the edge of the bed on his side, leaving nearly a foot of space between him and the two that laid in each other's arms. He kept his back to them. Sparing a glance behind his shoulder, he noticed that both Fedyor and Galen each had a hand resting in the empty space between them and him.

"Goodnight, Ivan," Fedyor whispered, closing his eyes.

"Sleep well, love," Galen added, looking at the stand offish Ivan with tired eyes.

"You too. . . both of you," Ivan responded after a few seconds in silence.

Ivan still felt as if he couldn't sleep, but he at least felt tired compared to when he was alone in bed. He let one of his arms rest behind his back after what felt like hours of being awake in their bed, yet was only perhaps fifteen minutes at most. Slowly, his arm moved farther back and grazed Fedyor and Galen's hands that were practically interlocked. With another look behind his shoulder, the two were seemingly asleep. His pinky wrapped around their fingers, managing to have his pinky around one finger of theirs each.

A small smile grew on both of their faces.

He kept his back to them, looking out towards the window where the stars covered the night sky. Eventually, his eyelids became truly heavy and sleep over took him like it did with Fedyor and Galen. In the morning, he woke up to almost no space between him and them. It wasn't because they made their way to him, but he made his way to them. The two didn't wrap their arms around Ivan to pull them into the embrace and cuddles that they shared in the night. However, the three of them were holding hands by morning. . . with Ivan's hand being sandwiched between theirs.

Ivan began sleeping with them more and more often after that night, until it eventually became every night.

#0itmelex0: answered #0itmelex0: my writing #grishaverse ocs #oc: galen kaminsky turgenev #galen: writing #ot3: corporalki husbands #omfg this turned out way more softer than i realized #i'm living for the idea of ivan acting like this early on when they started dating #i feel like it's on brand for him #this makes me want more prompts from that fluff/angst list for them #i wish more people would request fdhsdkj

[neon-junkie]

Hi ~ May you write some KieranxBill fluff, if you feel so? May be somethig about asexuality and insecurity? Or whatever you like, I just love this ship and your writings so much 👉👈 Thanks a lot ❤

ahhhh this ended up not really being a ship fic, but kieran coming out to bill about him being asexual. I’m deffo gonna write kieran/bill in the future though!! hope this is alright in the meantime :^) ------

It's another pleasant eve at Clemens Point. The sky is a deep shade of orange, few clouds overhead and the air is still hot. The waters pleasant, lapping against the shore at a calm pace. Few birds fly overhead. It's a picturesque setting, and that's exactly why Kieran enjoys sitting where he is, overlooking the water on the outskirts of the camp. Sadly, this calm moment soon comes to an end as Kieran overhears heavy footsteps approaching. They're far too recognizable, and Kieran turns his head over his shoulder just in time to see Bill walking past, finishing his shift on guard duty, gun still in his hands. Bill had no idea Kieran was sat there, jumping a little as he notices the much smaller man sat beside the bushes.

"Kieran?! What'cha doin' out here?" Bill asks as he approaches. "Just mindin' my own business," Kieran replies. "What? Don't you get sassy with me, boy," Bill scowls, coming to a halt beside Kieran. "I ain't." "Well then, what is you doin'? You look upset," Bill questions, looking down at Kieran. "Nah, I ain't. I'm just thinkin', that's all," Kieran tells him, moving his gaze from Bill back to the landscape, his neck aching a little from looking up at the other man. "Oh... what about?" Bill asks. "Oh, it's nothin'," Kieran replies, swatting his hand softly as he brushes off his thoughts. "Now don't you say that," Bill begins as he takes a seat next to Kieran, crossing his legs and placing the gun down next to him. "I ain't the smartest fella, but I know somethings wrong when I see it." "You really that fussed about knowin'?" Kieran lightly laughs, turning his gaze over to Bill. "Course." "Alright," Kieran shakes his head, "well... erm... you know how when you like someone you tend to get a little... you know, towards em?" "Soft?" "No, well," Kieran laughs, "the opposite." "Hard?" "Yeah. I mean, you tend to get those erm... sexual feelings," Kieran explains. "Where is you taking this?" Bill narrows his eyes. "What I'm tryna say is... I don't really get that," Kieran shrugs. Bill pauses for a moment, the cogs in his brain attempting to turn. "I ain't got the slightest idea on what you're talkin' about." Kieran sighs, his eyes flicking to the landscape, then back to Bill. "Right. I ain't sure what's wrong with me. Normal folk, when they see someone they like, they get horny. I don't do that. Damn, I've only ever really been horny like three times in my life... I ain't got a clue what's up with me. I thought it would have fixed itself by now, but it ain't," Kieran huffs, fumbling over his words as he speaks faster than he can think. "So you don't get hard?" Bill questions. "Not usually. Well, I get hard sometimes, but I don't get the feelings attached," Kieran shrugs, surprised that Bill hasn't called him a few slurs and walked away. "So?" Bill shrugs. "So? What do you mean 'so'?" Kieran sighs. "I mean, so? What's wrong with it? They is just feelings," Bill shrugs again, not fully understanding why Kieran was getting so worked up. "Bill, I ain't right," Kieran rubs his face with his hands, groaning as he does so. "You know, I used to date this girl back when I was a teenager. Real pretty, real nice. She was a darlin'. Well, she started gettin' intimate with me, rubbin' on my crotch and all that. I felt kinda iffy but I figured I gotta at least try it. So I did. I had sex with her and I just felt sick the whole time." Kieran continues to talk fast, finally forcing all this weight off his shoulders. He wasn't expecting to ever have this conversation, especially not with Bill of all people. But here they were, so he might as well make the most of it. "You felt sick? Did you eat somethin' funny beforehand?" Bill asks, still not quite clicking on to it. "No, Bill! The sex made me feel sick. Sex makes me feel sick. I just... I just don't wanna do it. I don't wanna think about it. I don't want nothin' to do with it. But that ain't right, is it? It ain't normal for a fella to be put off by that stuff." "So you don't want nothin' to do with sex?" Bill asks again, finally clicking on to it. "Nothin'. Not one bit," Kieran shakes his head as he speaks. Bill pauses for a short moment. Kieran's eyes are fixed on Bill, watching his expression, trying to pick up on any signs of negativity. He's expecting Bill to start laughing, to humiliate him, to stand up and run back to camp telling everybody about Kieran's business. Instead, Bill says something that Kieran instantly feels stupid about. "Well then, just don't do it?" Bill states the obvious. "Huh?" "You heard me. If you don't like it then just don't do it," Bill laughs a little. He's unsure of why Kieran was getting worked up over something that he perceived as a small thing. "But..." Kieran stutters, ready to explain his reasoning but Bill's quick to cut him off. "You heard me, Kieran. If you don't like it, don't do it." "But it's sex?" Kieran asks, his words overlapping the end of Bills sentence. "So?" "What do you mean 'so'?" Kieran asks for the second time. "I mean, so. It's just sex, it ain't even that excitin'. There's a lot more to life than that stuff, I guess," Bill shrugs. "And you don't think this is weird?" "I couldn't give any less of a shit. No offense..." Bill pauses for a moment, trying to back-track his blunt response after seeing Kierans face drop. "I mean, maybe folk could find it weird, but it ain't their business. It's your business, not theirs. So why you gettin' so worked up over it?" Kieran looks back over the water, mouth parted, thinking about what Bill's just said. He's right. Why is he getting so worked up over it? So what? he doesn't like sex. Bills blunt mindset might be the right approach that he's looking for. Just shrug it off and move on with life. It's not Kierans usual style but if it works, then why not? "You're right," Kieran manages to reply. "I know." "Thanks, Bill," Kieran says as he turns back to him. "I wasn't really expectin' you to understand if I'm honest, but I'm glad you do. But could you just keep this between us?" "Sure," Bill shrugs. "Now, is you comin' back to camp? I heard Pearson shout that foods ready 'bout ten minutes ago." "Nah, not yet. I'm gonna stay here a little longer," Kieran kindly rejects his offer. "Suit yourself," Bill says as he stands up, picking up the gun by his side. "I'll see you around then." "Yeah. See you in a bit, Bill," Kieran gives him a gentle smile, watching the larger man make his way through the horses, back down to the camp. Kierans eyes move back to the water, enjoying the way the sun sinks into the lake. He never thought he'd have this conversation with anybody, and if he did, it'd be with someone caring like Arthur. But it's done. There's a lot of weight lifted off Kierans shoulders and a new path ahead of him. For the first time in a long time, Kieran feels content. He understands that he's not broken or weird, just a little different. But aren't we all?

#rdrwriting #kieran duffy #bill williamson #asexual #asexuality #insecure #insecurity #rdrdrabble #short fic #drabble #rdr #rdr2 #rdr 2 #red dead #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #lovelessplant

[ohmygodtheywereparabatai]

dad!zhao + tyke chronicles

@flamehotman for the new year

1) his daughter is NOT a bender  Ohoho... *rubs hands evilly*

His only thought process is how... in the name of his unholy genetic tree... of every bender who ever wielded the flame... can his kid not bend?? The possibility finally occurs to Zhao (say, when his daughter is around eleven or twelve and still a straggler), and man just - shuts down for a bit. When he comes back, it’s with the healthiest coping mechanism of all: denial!

Cue weeks months years of trying to summon a single spark. At the very beginning, he pulled himself together and was set on accepting her one hundred percent regardless. When he promised her that she’d make a brilliant fighter with or without - he wasn’t wrong! She’s trained in plenty of fighting styles, and pushed through form after form with the surface intent of raising a first-class warrior. Surface intent. Behind each lesson, he’s tearing through every bending-trigger trick in the book. Hoping against hope for a sign that she’d unlocked herself, that she was complete... and it isn’t long before the little one catches on.

Instead of confronting him, the two idiots spiral deeper into disappointing each other, one quitting mid-training to stalk off, the other’s mind already racing ahead to the next tactic to employ before his own selfishness hits him like a brick. One poring furtively over books and marking pages on late firebenders or curing a blocked chakra - the other slipping into the room when it’s empty and uncovering said pages, at which point her heart cracks. This version could easily lead to resentment and distrust. If prolonged, emotions that cause a devastating rift between them.

Fear not! There is hope... I’m sure if Zhao were to witness his daughter handle herself just fine without bending - emphasis on firsthand - he’d be able to take the long-overdue leap to unconditional pride. Bonus if she helps him out of trouble when his roulette wheel of enemies lands on one clever enough to eliminate bending as a defense. Wink, wink.

2) Joins the navy under his command feat. a creep on board  “dad gets angry enough to go into a new avatar state” HSGDAG YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT THAT GUY IS DEAD

Obviously, doubtless, hands-down (no)... she inherits Dad’s great looks, a dead giveaway as she grows older. And if that wasn’t a neon sign overhead, the crew is introduced to another trademark in the bloodline, solidifying appearances and the grounds for nepotism... and a good reason not to act on those grounds.

Unwilling to compromise their reputation, she doesn’t handle the creep like she would the average wolf-whistler back home. And when there’s no freedom to flip a Chad off a two-story drop (Hahn-style) or smash in a few teeth... she feels immensely cornered, out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by ocean. Bright-eyed and eager to serve just as Zhao was, the initial excitement fades into queasy days and sleepless nights. She figures out more deceptive ways to keep the leech in line, and ensure her own safety. From memorizing schedules and every evasive route in the ship, to knitting superficial ties with the other crew, to fluttering around the captain himself: the center of the net of protection she’s woven, even if Zhao doesn’t have the first clue. The relief is temporary. When the guy pieces together that she only lays low, and never talks, the harassment builds, and builds, until finally... she snaps. Not in a fiery way. More in a, mows down the door to the captain’s cabin, yanks whatever chart occupies him off the table and rips the divider from his hand so fast as to slice him before crumpling into sobs, sort of way. The furious ‘how could you not see me suffering right in front of you’ way, seemingly underestimating the family ability to grit their teeth and bide their time.  Shortly after that... the ship detours smoothly, to within survivable swimming distance of an island. In the heat of a storm, however, the odds are iffy, and the waves could easily crush a lesser man. There’s no attempt at decency, no orders to mop the deck or spend the night on lookout, getting soaked - only a trick picked up by two murderous theater nerds. A convenient cover of steam summoned by a skilled bender, and the chaos of a panicked crew trying to alert the captain, claiming it was a leak, claiming it was spirits, a serpent... then a scream they all hear in the dark, as one of the unfortunate casualties of freak weather goes tumbling in. She tosses out a buoy as an afterthought, though her father is wholly against it. By daybreak, the crew’s brighter bulbs have put two and two together. Creep’s name is never lifted again.

#(did he survive? is he vibing with hahn in hell? nooobody knows) #my oc tyke is a nonbender that's why i popped OFF angst-wise for the first hc #sorry if it's a long scroll i just adore them #dad!zhao

[miss-tc-nova]

Sunrise - Jihyun/V x Fem!Reader Pt 2

I’m kinda iffy on this chapter; introducing things/people is always kind of strange. 

Part 2:  Light After Darkness

                I don’t know why I even bother smoothing out my mint dress presentably when my date is literally a blind date. Mentally, I smack myself for making such remarks but pull into the driveway. My jaw drops. His house is much larger than I expected and definitely fancier than someone like me would ever be seen at. As I head for the front door, I begin to wonder how I ended up in this high-class world for a night.

                My date answers the door. “Hello?”

                “Hey Jihyun,” I greet. “You got a haircut.”

                He gives a sheepish smile. “Yeah. Is it alright?”

                “Yeah. It looks good.”

                “Good. Now my outfit. Does it work? I kinda had to guess on what I’m actually wearing…” He’s got on a white tux jacket with a green shirt underneath and black slacks.

                “You look great.” I step forward, tugging at the pink fabric around his neck. “But you didn’t even tie your tie.”

                “Oops.” He seems a bit taken aback but lets me fix it.

                “There. You ready to go then?”

                “All set.”

                And we’re on our way into the art exhibit. Stepping inside, we let the people know that the photographer is here and begin wandering about ourselves.

                I awe at the starry print colored with purples and blues. “You really took all these?”

                “I’m pretty sure,” he chuckles. “Not that I could actually confirm it. Why don’t you tell me what you see?”

                “Like…What I actually see or what I think about it?”

                “Either’s fine.”

                “Well, it’s a picture of the sky over snowy mountains. You caught the Milky Way so clearly.”

                He hums, “Ah, yes. I remember that one. That was a very cold weekend in Alaska.”

                The words slip from my mouth before I can really think about it. “It looks like hope.”

                “What?”

                “Oh, uh.” I’d thought on this subject before, but never really shared my views of the symbolism before. To someone as artistic and in-depth as Jihyun, I’m kind of worried I might sound silly. “The sun is bright and warm and brings life, but only the sky is the limit when it shines. But in the darkness, when the sun rests, you can see beyond our sky into space, where there are endless possibilities, if only we were brave enough to go.”

                “So you think the sun holds us back?” There’s a note of something uncomfortable in his question.

                “Not necessarily. The sun is comfort and stability; everyone needs it sometimes. But that doesn’t mean the darkness and the unknown are bad. And just because the sun disappears doesn’t mean it’s the end; it’ll come back. People endure moments of light and dark in their lives. We take moments of light to enjoy life and sort things out, but moments of darkness teach us lessons and give us opportunities to change, if that makes sense. There’s beauty in light and dark.” I press a hand to my mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m spouting nonsense.”

                “No, that was insightful,” Jihyun disagrees. He sighs. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for when taking this picture. It was pretty to look at, but I felt like I was supposed to capture it for a reason that I didn’t understand.” He gives me a soft smile. “I hope that was the reason I took it, to inspire that hope.”

                I nervously brush the hair from my face, but before I can say anything, I hear shouting.

                “Yo, V!” I glance back to see a pair of red-heads and another man with silver hair, two of whom I already know.

                “Luciel? Zen?”

                “_____!” Luciel pulls me into a hug.

                “Hey! ______! What are you doing here?”

                Released, I wave to my date. “I was invited. And who’s this?”

                Luciel slaps a hand against the awkward man’s back. “This is my brother, Saeran.”

                I offer my hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m _____.”

                He’s a bit suspicious but takes my hand. “Nice to meet you too.” He seems rather curmudgeon-y.

                Luciel goes on. “And I should probably tell you, my name’s actually Saeyoung.”

                “What?”

                “Long story. And V! Good to see you out and about,” Luciel cheers.

                He smiles. “Thank you for coming. So how do you know _____?”

                “The production company I’m with hires her frequently for costumes,” Zen explains. “Her costumes are my favorite to wear. She made that one I was wearing when I was a pirate. You know, with the big hat.”

                Jihyun rests a hand against my back. “You made that costume?”

                “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s also the one I was working on when I cut my hand open and then ran around my house like an idiot because I’d rather bleed out than dirty a commission,” I reply both sheepishly and proud.

                Zen’s happiness fades to concern. “Oh yeah…You did have a lot of bandages on when you gave me that…”Jihyun looks extremely concerned.

                “As for me, I found her on the internet and had to throw my money at her!”

                “Luc-Saeyoung! Stop telling people that! You make me sound like a hooker!” I hiss, glancing around to see which people I’d have to avoid the rest of the night.

                He snickers. “I trust no one else to patch my lucky jacket,” Saeyoung says.

                “You mean the black and yellow one you wear all the time?” asks Jihyun.

                “That’s the one!”

                I laugh. “Pretty sure I’ve completely remade that jacket. So how do you know these miscreants?” I question Jihyun.

                “Hey!” Zen objects. Saeyoung does not.

                “They’re members of the R…Of a charity organization I’m part of.”

                I brush off the hesitation. “Charity? I’m sorry but Zen’s broke and Lu-I mean Saeyoung’s always trying to find easy money,” I tease.

                Zen does not object to that one. “Well you got us there.” Saeyoung shrugs.

                “You’d be surprised how much effort they put into the charity parties,” Jihyun replies on their behalf before addressing the two. “Should I be expecting the others to show up as well?”

                Saeyoung glances to his phone. “Jumin and Jaehee were coming after work. They should be here soon.”

                Jihyun pauses. “And Yoosung?”

                Zen shakes his head. “Yoosung’s not coming.”

                I think I notice a hint of darkness cross Jihyun’s face, but change the subject. Only moments later, I notice another pair of people approaching: both very business looking. My heart stops; I know who the man is.

                “Your photos are as impressive as always,” says the woman.

                The man adds, “It’s nice to see you promoting your work again.”

                “Thank you.” Subconsciously, I rest my hand on Jihyun’s arm. “This is _____ _____. _____, this is Jumin Han and Jaehee Kang.”

                His silver eyes turn on me. “So you’re the woman who stole away my friend a few days ago. Are you alright?”

                As a bundle of nerves, I shake Jihyun’s arm. “You let me take you away from JUMIN HAN! His time is worth more than everything I own!”

                Jihyun rests his free hand on mine, a ‘don’t worry’ smile on his lips. “Relax. Jumin was able to rearrange his schedule and everything turned out fine.”

                “She is right about my time being valuable,” Jumin deadpans.

                “And yet you seemed all too eager to postpone your meeting and agree to me wasting it,” Jihyun replies. “I promise, _____, it’s fine. Also, sorry, Jaehee.”

                The exhibit goes on and his friends eventually move on, but only after I thoroughly nag Saeyoung about lying about his name. I sit as moral support while Jihyun endures artsy chat and questions from visitors admiring his work. In between, we chat nonsense and eventually the exhibit ends.

                “Thank you again for coming with me. It made the whole thing far more bearable,” Jihyun tells me as we amble down the sidewalk.

                “It was fun. Except learning that I wasted Jumin Han’s time.”

                He simply chuckles at me. There’s a jingle from my phone and I pull it from my purse to see if it’s important. Seeing an email, I quickly open it and scan the words. I’ve been waiting for this email for a week and it’s finally here. I stop walking and reread the message again to make sure I’m not hallucinating.

                “Is something wrong?” He turns back to me.

                “I got it,” I breathe.

                “What’s that?”

                Unable to contain my glee, I leap forward and squeeze him in a hug. “I got my loan! I can open a shop!” I reply. I’m so happy, I’m rubbing my face against his chest.

                “O-Oh. That’s good.”

                I pause and peer up at his face. There’s a blush working across his nose and he seems kind of uncomfortable. I immediately pull back. “Sorry! I should’ve asked before hugging you! I was just really excited!”

                His chuckle eases some of my anxiety. “I can tell. And I don’t really mind the hugging, I just...That was the first time anyone’s ever hugged me.”

                I frown. “What? No way. What about your parents or your friends?Though I can’t say I see Jumin Han as a hugger.”

                He shrugs. “It’s true. I wasn’t exactly…friendly when I was younger, so I never let my mother hug me before she passed. And you’re right about Jumin. I’ve given them, but no one’s ever hugged me.”

                “Oh...” I have no idea where to go from here.

                Jihyun, on the other hand, is blushing again. “_____?”

                “Yeah?”

                He opens his arms to me. “Congratulations.”

                I’m so glad he can’t see the blush nor the excessive giddiness on my face. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around his waist again, holding him tightly. His arms drape over my shoulders and all the tension in his body is released with his exhale. It feels like he’s desperate for this, as if he’s been waiting for this his whole life. “Thanks.”

                “Shall we go celebrate with dinner? My treat.” I huff. “What?”

                “You can’t pay for my stuff! I’m a big girl! I have a job! And a store now!”

                His laugh rumbles through his chest and sends my heart soaring. I could stay here forever, listening to his ever-steady heart. “That’s right. A job playing dress up.”

                “Excuse you, my clients are playing dress up. I’m an enabler. So rude,” I mock being insulted.

                It could just be my imagination, but I swear his arms tighten and his face burrows a little deeper in my hair. “My apologies. Let’s celebrate.”

                I resent the celebration as it means Jihyun’s arms leave me and I have to let him go. My only consolation is that I get to hold his arm as we head out in search of something to eat. 

#jihyun kim #mysme jihyun #mysme v #mystic messenger v #mystic messenger jihyun #jihyun kim x reader #jihyun kim x mc #jihyun x reader #v x mc #v x reader #jihyun x mc #fem!reader

[chocochar]

Choice [Dabi x UA!Reader]

(AN: Okay so I'm finally getting to a Quotev request lol this one I’m iffy on posting, but figured why not. Also unfortunately you won't be able to choose your quirk in this, since the reader uses their quirk a little later, sorry!)

[(F/n)'s POV]

        I remember being a little kid and wanting so bad to be a hero. When my quirk came in everyone said I was on my way; my quirk is called 'puppeteer', where whatever I touch a nearly invisible string connects from my finger or fingers to said item and I can use it as I please. When it's a living being the strings temporarily paralyze them giving me the chance to use them like puppets. I always used it for good deeds like if a neighbor needed help or something, and as I got older I had been accepted into UA in the hero course.

        Everything seemed to be going well, and in my second year I had even been accepted into the work studies program! By my third year everyone was saying I was ready to be a pro, I came to believe it and accept it. But something just never felt right.

        I couldn't place it, but as I got to know the heroes better along with my own classmates I started to notice things that were... Out of place, maybe? The smiles they always showed started to feel more and more fake, and it steadily became more and more obvious most were doing 'hero work' for the fame and money, caring less who they helped so long as there was a paycheck involved. Not all, of course, but enough I started to second guess my want to be one.

        I tried to push these thoughts out of my head. I thought I was just being silly and that I'd forget about it. But that didn't happen, and when the Stain situation happened I was left stunned watching the news every night. Following the posts about him every day. 

        He was a villain, he was killing heroes! But yet I couldn't help this feeling inside the more I learned about his goal.

        When the League started popping up everywhere and got tied to Stain I almost wondered if they were like me; did they also notice how flawed the hero system had gotten? Did they join because of his message? Whenever I thought about this I started to get weird thoughts considering joining... I don't think I ever would, but it was still a fleeting thought. I wasn't a Stain follower or 'fan' per say, but I definitely understood his ideologies, even if I didn't necessarily agree with the outcomes. 

        Today is one of those days where I'm on patrol for the agency I'm doing work studies at and I keep thinking about those thoughts. I'd been sent on my own again to patrol this part of the district and I sigh, rubbing my neck. After I'd been attacked by a villain the other day you'd think I'd get someone else to come with me, especially since this is a more dangerous part of this district and the villain seemed to have a drug on him that boosted him a lot. I'd heard rumors that drug was sold around here, and by the things I've read on the news I believe them a lot more than I did before.

        But the hero I'm working under insisted I go alone. 

        "Let's just hope another guy like that doesn't show up..." I mumble, looking around. I wave with a smile when people acknowledge me or comment on my costume, asking a few if everything is alright around here.

        For once things seem quiet... But I get this feeling it's only a matter of time until something happens.

        Just as I'm ready to go back finishing up my rounds I hear an explosion and I jolt, turning my head towards where it came from before rushing into action. It's not too far, and I run as fast as I can; once I reach the location where screaming is heard I freeze seeing a big guy rampaging. He's at least twice the size of me and his eyes look crazed, his muscles expand as he punches into the ground to send a small quake at a local business. I recognize him as a normally small time villain, and remembering the one the other day my eyes widen.

        'This guy too?!' I think, looking around. I don't see any heroes coming, only police! Saving a few people from one of his quakes by touching a car and whipping it at him I lead them away to safety before running to the police and asking one,"Excuse me, have you heard anything about a pro coming?"

        "Wait, aren't you-" He stops looking at me before shaking his head. "Damn, no kid, sorry, there's apparently a bigger emergency nearby so we're all that's comin'!"

        "But this is an emergency too! No one at all is going to show up?"

        "I don't know, right now we just gotta do what we can," the cop shouts before we're thrown back the villain when he slams his fists our way and causes another quake under us. I luckily catch my footing but it's clear this is a one sided battle; without a hero this will be a big challenge, at least until that drug wears off.

        "Damn pros... Every emergency is still an emergency, guess I'll take care of this on my own," I say out loud before I rush forward.

        It's definitely a hard fight, worse than the villain days ago, but using quick thinking I manage to keep him distracted and busy long enough for the drug to start wearing off. The damage to buildings stays minimal at least, and I get survivors out while keeping him busy. But just as I make a mistake and he's ready to slam me down into the ground he's suddenly hit with shocks that stop him and he trembles, his eyes shutting and the big guy falling over. He seems to be knocked out, and I look to see a pro stepping up to him and smiling at me, hands on her hips.

        "You okay, kid? Looks like I made it in the nick of time.~" She winks before looking around when people start to come back, cheering. While I was being thanked by the people I managed to keep safe she was getting the main attention, which isn't really what bothers me. It's how it feels like that's the only reason she came so late... Maybe I'm wrong, and I thank her softly too, the pro patting my head before turning and going over to the police. I glance at the villain and rub my neck, people crowding the pro allowing me to slip away to go back to the agency.

        Just as I pass an alley I freeze when a deep, rough voice say in an almost sympathetic way,"How sad, the pros really left you out to dry, huh?" His tone is almost mocking, and I step back to see who said it. 

        I don't see anyone, and I furrow my brows my (eye color) eyes scanning the shadows. Seeing no one I turn back and start to walk again, but his words echo in my mind.

        'Left me out to dry...?' 

[X][X][X]

        A few days later the news spreads about what happened; the pro was regarded as a hero, of course, and even though I was briefly mentioned that was the last think on my mind. That unknown voice's words wouldn't leave my thoughts, I wanted to not believe them, to think someone was just trying to get a rise out of me. That changes when I find out the other emergency the heroes took on was just a robbery. 

        Maybe they were testing me to see if I could handle my own? But that guy was incredibly powerful, I would've died if that pro hadn't shown up! 

        That last thought alone leaves a sour taste in my mouth; she really couldn't have waited to jump in until I needed help right?

        "How sad, the pros really left you out to dry, huh?"

        For the next few days I struggle actually paying attention in school and I feel less eager to go to my work studies. I'm reminded of how I've felt about heroes for the last year, and now...

        I'm out on another patrol, but the last thing I expected was to run into a League member. Dabi. He steps out of an alley and immediately people start to panic when his hand is covered in flames. I get into a fighting stance, ready to dash towards the nearest car, but when his blue blaze disappears and he stuffs his hands back into his pockets I'm confused. It's only us now, at least until cops or pros are alerted, and unlike before I feel terrified. He's a step up from those others I've taken on, if I mess up at all he'll kill me, but something tells me he's not here for that.

        "Just like before, you're left to deal with the problem, huh hero?" He speaks up and I look surprised. That voice...!

        "You... What do you want? Don't the League have better things to do than fighting heroes in training? Or is that your MO now?" I ask, glaring at him. His eyes leave me feeling small, the cerulean gaze leaving me quivering even though I try to hide it, and the fact I can't read his expression is frustrating.

        "Don't worry, I'm not looking to fight you," He replies, scratching the back of his head. Again, I'm confused but I loosen up a bit letting him continue,"I just came to chat, I have a proposition for you."

        Cocking my brow I ask,"... What kind? I don't know how comfortable I am taking an offer from a big time bad guy like you."

        He grins lazily and shrugs, continuing,"Well first, you're one of those who shares Stain's ideology right?"

        The way his grin lifts he can see the shock on my face when he asks that; do others know about how I've been feeling about the hero society and Stain's reasons?? Was I careless, did I say something I shouldn't have at some point? I haven't had any heroes watching me as far as I know, no one has treated me differently, so how does he...?

        "How... How do you know that...?"

        "Sources, I could tell you were pretty pissed off the other day about that pro. You didn't look upset that no one realized you acted like the real hero there, just that she showed up 'just in time', I wonder..." He starts stepping closer and I freeze up, my confidence gone and looking up at him as he looms over me. "Did she know she'd get that free publicity if she saved a little UA student who was trying to play hero?"

        I swallow, shaking my head. I don't back away, somehow standing my ground while I say,"N-No, she wouldn't, she's-"

        "-a hero?" He cuts me off, my mouth shutting immediately. What does he want, is he just here to torment me? "That situation was worse than what they dealt with, yet they figured you'd be able to handle it. They didn't care, until that last second."

        I lower my head and close my eyes, silent. What can I say to that?

        "You feel it too, don't you? How heroes have become a stain that refuses to go away no matter how hard you scrub? They don't care about heroics anymore, they're not out to save people," he says, lowering his head to whisper this to me. I shake, upset but not finding the argument to fight him about this. Because I have felt this, not to that extent but I understand. "Stain saw these false heroes and took matters into his own hands. Because no one else would-"

        "What do you want?" I bite, lifting my head but surprised by how close our faces are. My anger overrules this, as I continue,"Are you just here to remind me of things I already knew? Already understood? What is it you want, Dabi?"

        He stares at me for a few moments, his face aloof and his eyes hard to read.

        "... Join the League of Villains."

        My ears ring after hearing this as my face goes blank, my mouth agape, my eyes wide. I almost wonder if I heard him correctly.

        "Wh-What...?"

        "The League is full of others like you, we could use someone like you too, someone else who sees those cracks in society that everyone else refuses to acknowledge. Despite everything you'd still rather play the hero game and know how crooked it is, instead of trying to change it and knocking those false heroes off their pedestals?"

        I have no response, and I can't seem to find one as I stare at him. The League understands how I feel, how I've felt but kept inside for fear of backlash..?

        The sound of sirens is heard and Dabi looks back before starting to walk to the alley he'd stepped out of, making his exit before he's caught. He stops outside it though and holds his hand out to me, my legs still not moving and my gaze never leaving him.

        "What do you say, doll? Be a fake like the rest, or try to change the world for the better?"

        As the sirens get closer I look away, my thoughts jumbled. But turning back to him my body seems to move on it's own as I run up to him and take his hand, the two of us dipping into the shadows as I accept my new path, even if a voice in my head is telling me not to.

(AN: So this was kind of an x reader, like it was but it was also not romantic and he didn't come in til the end and I felt it was all kind of confusing or too much detail... I hope you guys still enjoyed, nonetheless, more requests are coming and I'll be updating The Lady x The Tramp soon too)

#mha dabi #dabi x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha dabi #ua reader #dabi x ua reader

[solastia]

Dear Authornim | 2

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 1,862

Summary: You’re a writer of BTS fanfiction. rockstarjin is your favorite reader that you’ve actually come to be friends with…and maybe had a bit of a crush on if you were honest. You’re up for quite the surprise.

Warnings: Not really much this chapter. Single instance of the word whore, but no one was calling someone that. It was just a comment. Semi-vague sort of sexting (you’ll see). 

Notes: I might make a separate chapter after this is done - like a bonus type thing - featuring some comments from rockstarjin, if you guys are interested. I wasn’t sure if everyone would want to see them or if they’d bore you, so I kinda glossed over that. Let me know if that’s something you’d want! Commissioned by @kimseokmomjins

Being a writer - even if it’s simply for fanfiction - you take comments and reviews very seriously. A good comment or review can lift your spirits and leave you smiling for a whole day. A negative comment often leaves you questioning everything and going over your chapters with a fine-tooth comb. The rare unicorns were the readers that took the time to leave long and detailed comments, stating exactly what they liked and disliked about the latest chapter. Many of these were filled with valuable suggestions and helped you decide the path that your stories would take. 

One such unicorn was named rockstarjin, a reader that had been following your work for nearly a year now. His first comment had practically been drabble-sized, and had covered everything from his enjoyment over how realistically you characterized Kim Seokjin to how he was certain he would never use the “W” word (he literally typed out “W” word instead of whore, something you still teased him over to this day). 

That first review of his was only one of many. He took the time to give detailed reviews on every single chapter you posted until you discovered that in your head you were practically writing for him. It had even gotten to the point where several of your stories were ideas that the two of you had chatted about on tumblr for months, working through every detail. He still seemed a little iffy on the smut, but he’d gotten you to consider the idea of writing Seokjin as “Less aggressive” in the bedroom. 

Your friendship had grown until you were now friends on practically every social media app - nevermind that his profiles were always suspiciously void of personal information. The more that you talked to “Rocky” (you started calling him that months ago since he didn’t seem excited about telling anyone his name, though he knew yours), the more you looked forward to interacting with him. 

You couldn’t even explain really why you were getting so attached to some blank face behind the screen. You didn’t even know all that much about the real him, just small observations from chats. Like, you knew that he seemed similar to Seokjin in a lot of ways, which is probably why he claimed him as a bias. 

Rocky was very fond of puns and dad jokes, often sending you one first thing in the morning on KKT instead of a hello or good morning like a normal person. This morning it was, “Why did the tomato turn red? Because it saw the salad dressing.” You were ashamed that they always made you laugh at least a little bit, but it made you happy that one of the first things he thought to do in the morning was send you something. 

He was also fond of talking to you about food and recipes, acting affronted whenever you mentioned not knowing what something was. He would literally bully you into going to the grocery store and buying the ingredients he’d list out, demanding pictures of the final product like he was Gordon Ramsey. You had to admit he had good taste in food, even if you didn’t think your cooking skills were quite on par with his. It sometimes made you wonder if he was a chef, but the one time you’d brought it up he’d claimed to be too damn tired to cook and was living vicariously through you. Of course, that led to you asking what he did that got him so tired and he gave you another vague answer, stating he was in entertainment. Whatever the hell that meant. 

It bothered you sometimes that even after all this time he was disinclined to tell you anything, but you couldn’t help it as your feelings slowly evolved from those of friendship to...well, something more. You were a little hesitant to use the L word, considering you only knew what he wanted you to know, but you definitely had a crush at least. Not surprising considering he seemed to be everything you were looking for. He was considerate and compassionate, funny, creative, and so many other things. However, the fact that he was so very loud and proud about his love for Seokjin made you avoid looking at your feelings too closely. Because while you were over here pining for him, the only person that praised Seokjin more than Rocky was Kim Seokjin himself. And that could mean any number of things. 

Even when he helped you with smut ideas he got you excited. He had slowly gotten you to lean away from always writing Seokjin as some powerful dom - something your other readers had begun to notice and comment on - and now most of your scenes had him as being the more submissive one. He seemed to like it best when the main character was more of a soft dom, willing to take charge and take care of Seokjin. Rocky claimed that a man like Seokjin who was always working hard and worrying about one thing or another would relish the idea of being taken care of. You had to admit it made sense. 

You sigh and glance at your phone again, noting the lack of notifications. Your morning pun was the last you’d heard from Rocky today, something that had been happening for a few days now. Considering BTS was on tour right now, you’d expected a lot more messages about how he thought Seokjin was especially handsome today. Instead, for almost a week it had been nothing but your morning jokes and once he sent you a picture of his fancy looking dinner complaining about the portion size. You were beginning to really miss him, but you figured he must be busy. 

You wanted to scream with him today, considering BTS was finally going to be in your city in a couple days. You’d bought the tickets months ago, and Rocky had even convinced you to get pit tickets, something you never do because it’s basically a gladiator stadium up there. You were currently waiting for one of the boys to show up on vlive since the last concert before they traveled to your city had just finished a bit ago. It had been a fantastic show and Seokjin had looked as beautiful as always. You hoped he would be the one to go live, but that was rare unless he was with another member. 

Suddenly, your phone beeps and shows a message on KKT. 

Rocky: Kill me

You smile widely, excited flutters starting in your belly. It was ridiculous how pleased you got just to hear from him. 

You: Is there an option B? 

Rocky: We could run away and start a new life on a deserted island. Our descendants will become known as the most beautiful people on the planet. 

You blush and force yourself to cough to cover up the giggle that threatened to escape. 

You: Is that so? 

Rocky: Naturally. They all take after me, of course. 

You: Of course. 

You: What brought this on? 

Rocky: I’m so damn tired. My body hurts and I just want to sleep for a week. 

You: Oh no! Do you have time to soak in the bath? Epsom salt works wonders.

Rocky: I’ll be able to soak later. Right now I’m just forcing myself to stay awake long enough to eat. I feel like a zombie. 

Rocky: Hey, why did the zombie cross the road?

You: Why? 

Rocky: TO EAT THE CHICKEN 🤣

You: 🤭 

You: Really though, take care of yourself. I don’t want you getting sick on me. 

Rocky: How would you take care of me?

You gasped, peering hard at the phone. This was new. Of course, you could be reading this the wrong way, and he’s simply asking to ask. 

You: Depends. Are you asking for tips or in the white boy “What would you do if I was there with you” way?

Rocky: Let’s try it this way. Say I’m Kim Seokjin. I’m tired and hurting after another long night of performing. You’re waiting for me in my hotel room. How would you take care of Jin?

You: Omigosh, are you voluntarily helping with a smut scene? 

Rocky: Sure 

You: Ok, let's see. This scene can’t get too crazy if he’s tired like that. I think mostly I would focus on his comfort. 

So, he’d show up and I’d already have a bath waiting and food on the way. Maybe some aromatherapy candles are lit and some quiet instrumentals in the background. I’d let him soak until the food got there, hang out in the bathroom with him and let him vent to me if he wanted. 

After his meal, I would put a towel on the bed and have him lay on top so I could rub him down with massage oil. Naked, of course ;) 

I’m sure he gets it from professionals, but I think he’d appreciate it right after a concert and bath. 

Then, it would just depend on what kind of story it was. I could either rub him down like that until he falls asleep, or it could go the smut way. There are lots of options for that too depending on the story. I could give him a handjob while I talk sweetly to him, I could ride him and tease him, maybe peg him if he’s into that. Anything that would keep him soft and pliant, because the goal is to get him comfortable and happy. To show him he can just let go with me, let me be in charge of his pleasure. Show him he’s loved and cherished.  

Rocky: Fuck

You: Too much? 🙊 

Rocky: No

The phone was silent for a whole two minutes. Surely he’d heard worse from you, so you didn’t think you’d freaked him out or something. When another message came in you breathed a sigh of relief. 

Rocky: So, I’m gonna be in your city for the concert

You: No shit?! I can suggest so many great places for you to eat!!!

You: Or if you wanted, we could meet up? No pressure and I totally won’t be offended if you don’t want to. Stranger danger and all that. 

Rocky: You know what

Rocky: Let’s meet

#btssmutclub #bts #bts fanfic #kim seokjin #seokjin #jin #seokjin fanfic #seokjin x reader #dear authornim #solastia

[an-ambivalent]

Oath Of Desires: One

Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]

It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].

Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.

They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.

When there was a hindrance in Taehyung and [Name]’s relationship which caused them to fall apart, Jungkook was distraught. Afterwards, when he realized the depths of his love for his ‘friends,’ Jungkook made an oath of his dark desires – he was going to do whatever it took to get them back together. And this time, he was also going to become part of their relationship.

Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.

“The strongest drug that exists for a human, is another human being.”

-Ella Frank, A Desperate Man: Volume 1

The sun rays peaked through the white clouds that were suspended in the air, and shone brightly on top of the car’s windshield. The light of the rays was harsh enough to make both Taehyung and [Name] wince, and simultaneously, they lowered their sun visors. The day was bright, and a bit too sunny,  as Taehyung drove himself, and [Name] to Jungkook’s residence.

The main road was busy with its usual traffic. So when Taehyung drove, the sound of others cars driving around them, birds chirping here and there, and other people walking on the footpath was all part of their current mundane background. As Taehyung signalled to drive into the right lane beside his current one, so he could take the next right, [Name] spoke.

“How do you think Jungkook will react?” She asked, and turned her head towards Taehyung, whom’s eyes flickered to the rear mirror, before they focused back on the road in front of them.

He pressed his lips in a thin line.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung began, as his eyes shifted to [Name]. His gaze returned to the road momentarily,  and then down towards her lap. He eyed her hands for a few seconds, before grabbing her right hand, and intertwining their fingers together. “Jungkook can be unpredictable sometimes. He’s especially really iffy when it comes to the two of us. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but sometimes when we talk to someone that isn’t him, the look on his face is abnormal. Or that one time, when we had plans and I couldn’t meet up with him, he was a bit too furious.”

“I… get what you mean but cut him some slack Tae. Jungkook hasn’t had the best childhood so of course, sometimes the way he behaves would be questionable and strange. Despite everything he went through, I think he’s doing really well adjusting to the outside world.”

“Yeah, too well.” Taehyung noted, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t you find that a bit weird sometimes?”

[Name] frowned.

“Why are you being so doubtful of him all of a sudden?” [Name] asked, and just as Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, she shook her head.

“You know what, don’t answer that. I don’t care what you have to say about that. I, personally think it’s great that Jungkook is not struggling the way we expected him to. I’m quite proud of him,” She said smiling.

Taehyung glanced at her, before he scoffed.

“You baby him too much. And all I wanted to say was that Jungkook is just a bit weird, just be careful around him sometimes. Don’t trust him blindly because at the end of the day, he’s a man and you never know what a man might do,” Taehyung warned, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. At his words, [Name]’s eyebrow twitched because at this point,  only a deity could help her. She did not know how many times she had heard the same thing from her father, male cousins, and now, her own boyfriend.

“You are a man too, last time I checked. Does that mean I shouldn’t trust you fully either?” She questioned mockingly. Sarcasm and sass was laced in her voice, and it was obvious from the way she had spoken that she was challenging Taehyung with his own statement. She expected him to scowl at her, and then return her banter with even more sass the way he usually did. However, Taehyung was completely serious, and the punch line she was waiting for, was never delivered.

Instead, his following words caused shivers of unknown fear to run through [Name].

“Yes, don’t trust me fully either for your own safety. You never know what sort of horrifying lengths a man would go to simply because he can’t win over his own desires. And neither Jungkook, or me are an exception to that reality,” Taehyung stated simply, and that was the end of their conversation for the rest of the car ride.

Presently, [Name] and Taehyung were at Jungkook’s residence. The youngest of the trio, Jungkook, had wanted to have a movie night rather than go out. And because [Name] and Taehyung wanted to “break” the news to him, and were exhausted from their day activities, they had agreed without any hesitancy. So, the infamous slasher ‘Psycho (1960)’ was playing on Jungkook’s television. [Name] and Taehyung had squished themselves by each other’s side on Jungkook’s small couch, and left no room for him.

Jungkook had been annoyed by that, but reluctantly sat on the ground where he could be between both of his friends. He claimed an entire bowl of popcorn for himself as a sort of “revenge” against them for hogging the couch, and left the other bowl to be shared between just two people. Given the recent development in their relationship, [Name] and Taehyung did not mind. However, in order to not raise suspicion about it, they kept a safe amount of distance from each other.

While the film was playing, and Jungkook seemed to be immersed in it, they conversed amongst themselves ‘quietly.’

[Name] elbowed Taehyung, which made him glance towards her. Then with her eyes, she gestured towards Jungkook, while mouthing the words “tell him.”

Taehyung merely ignored her, and returned his attention towards the film. [Name] knew that he had done this not because he was actually invested in the film, but because he was trying to delay their situation as much as he could.

Of course, [Name] could not fathom why Taehyung was being so difficult about the situation, or was being hesitant in telling Jungkook. This annoyed her, and finally, she was at the end of her patience because she nudged him on the shoulder firmly.

“Why are you being so difficult?” She whispered harshly, as she moved herself closer to Taehyung. She pressed her body against his, and was too focused on the current situation to notice how his tan cheeks had reddened slightly at the contact. “He will find out sooner or later. Better from us, than on his own.”

“I know, I will tell him, just give me some time. I’m trying to think of what to say,” Taehyung whispered back, and [Name] rolled her eyes at him.

“You don’t need to think in general to start running your mouth. Why the unnecessary effort now?” She sassed.

“If you are that keen, then why don’t you talk to him?”

“I did talk to him last time we addressed an issue. Now, it's your turn. Stop chickening out, chicken.”

“Don’t call me a chicken! You know how much I hate tha--”

“If you don’t call a chicken, chicken, then what else would you call it--” And as [Name] and Taehyung continued to bicker, with amusement on their faces, they had forgotten that the very person they were talking about, was right in front of them, listening to their each word. Finally, Jungkook spared them any further trouble and turned towards them.

Wonderment over what they wanted to tell him was etched in his irises.

“What are you being so secretive about?” He enquired. Immediately, [Name] and Taehyung stilled in the midst of their banter. Turned out, that their little argument had taken a rather physical turn, because Taehyung was holding [Name] down in his lap, and getting ready to tickle her. Between their movements, her shirt had ridden up slightly. When she caught Jungkook’s eyes focusing on her revealed skin, it felt wrong. [Name] sat up right away, and pulled her shirt down. She refused to return Jungkook’s stare, who’s attention was eventually, and fortunately taken away from her because Taehyung had finally started talking.

“Um, there’s something we should probably tell you,” Taehyung began with a strained and awkward smile. The evident and unusual nervousness in his voice caused Jungkook to narrow his eyes at them. He was responding before Taehyung had even finished explaining.

“Is someone bothering you in anyway? Just tell me, and I have connections that can--”

“What? No one is bothering us,” Taehyung interrupted him, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Even if they were, you have connections that can what?” He demanded.

Taehyung did not receive the response he wanted from Jungkook. This was because Jungkook had smiled innocently at him, rather than elaborating on his words further.

“I was just kidding. I guess it was a bad timing for a joke, sorry. Continue, I’ll be mindful to not cut you off like that again,” Jungkook said, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Taehyung was suspicious, and he was going to act on his suspicion. However, when he noticed the glare that he was getting from [Name], he decided against it, and simply decided to do as she wanted -- for now anyway.

“Okay so the thing we were secretive about was because  it feels a bit awkward to say this. But, [Name] and I have started dating,” Taehyung said simply.

Jungkook blinked once, twice, and then a third time. Afterwards, he just stared at his two best friends, being unable to process the situation.

“What?” He asked, more to himself, than to them.

[Name] and Taehyung glanced at each other, before they returned their eyes to Jungkook. [Name] was the first one to move closer towards him, and settled her hand on his shoulder as a comforting gesture.

“I understand if its a lot to take in, or you are disappointed. But I promise you that you won’t feel left out--”

“You two are dating?” Jungkook asked, with wide doe-eyes as he looked at [Name], and then at Taehyung. Soon, the ‘doe’ innocence in his eyes was replaced with eagerness.  

The two glanced at each other again, before they nodded.

Taehyung sighed. “As [Name] was saying, we understand if you are disappointed--”

Jungkook shook his head a little bit too excitedly.

“I’m not disappointed! Why would I be? This is so great, my two best friends -- dating! You’ll be like those couples in the movies now going on dates, sharing kisses, and getting married. Wow, and I’ll be able to see that happen… Speaking of which, have you guys gone on your first date yet?!” He asked, and his eyes were literally shining.

[Name] and Taehyung were rather surprised at Jungkook’s reaction. Out of everything, they had not expected this. They had prepared for the worst. But, it seemed as if they had been worried over nothing, especially Taehyung. Finally, he relaxed physically, as if a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

He should have expected better from himself than to let his own insecurities take over so much, that he ended up being so doubtful over his close friend.  

His eyes flickered towards [Name], who was adorning a small blush on her cheeks.

“We haven’t yet,” She replied, and then covered her face with her hands in order to hide her blush. Her words only enticed Jungkook further, because he was close to bouncing up and down on his feet in joy.

“Oooh, that’s even better then! Because that means I can help Taehyung plan your first date, and accompany you two to make sure that everything goes perfect.”

#yandere bts #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #yandere x reader #bts poly au #yandere imagines #bts x reader #yandere jungkook #jeon jeongguk #vkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #yandere bangtan #yandere kpop #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #taehyung scenarios #taehyung imagines #yandere taehyung #taekook x reader #jungkook x reader x taehyung #x reader #yandere jeongguk #yandere bts x reader #oath of desires #chapter one #ambivalent writes

[brieannakeogh]

Dog Days of Summer- Ch 6

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: Cursing and fluff, mild angst

It was about 10pm when your phone dinged. You had already changed into pjs when he left your apartment, and had just finished brushing your teeth when it went off.

“Tonight was fun. Thank you for cooking and having me over for dinner. I was thinking maybe we could take the dogs back to the park tomorrow. It’s been a few days since we saw our friend Ron.”

“It was a very pleasant evening. I had three very handsome good boys in my apartment all night. My neighbors are all going to be jealous. The park sounds great and I think Ron has been very happy we’ve stayed away. Also thanking you for shopping with me. If I had known dinner was going to be a regular thing, I would have included you in more meal planning. We’re going to have to go again soon since it won’t stretch as long with the two of us.”

“I hope you don’t feel obligated, we don’t have to do that. I can also pay for half the groceries too.”

You didn’t see it as an obligation at all, just another way to spend time with him. The fact that he seemed a little insecure himself, endeared him to you even more.

“I actually really like the idea and don’t worry about the money. I’ll get it out of you in slave labor, for toting all those bags, and in gas for using your car.” You were now properly in bed, Popcorn laying at your feet, with the light off.

“Lol, fair enough. I’ve got a few reps I need to do before I hit the sack, if I’m going to hold all the grocery bags.”

“You’re going to work out this late at night? I’m already in bed, lights off, ready for sleep.” You can’t say he wasn’t dedicated.

“I could counter it’s a little early to be going to bed. Let me guess you wear feety pajamas to bed?”

Was he indirectly asking what you were wearing? Your thoughts went directly into dirty territory, but you were trying to fight it. “Don’t say it, don’t say it.” You mumbled to yourself as you typed in a reply. Of course you don’t listen to yourself and text him back with a flirty response.

“Feety pjs are good for lounging, but I don’t like to be restricted when I sleep. Clothing tangles too much when I toss and turn.” Which was true, nude sleeping was always the best. “I had planned to read for a bit before going to sleep as well. I need to...let’s say, relax, after that kiss.” Your eyes widened and you bolted upright after you reread what you sent. While you were a much better and braver flirt over text and chat than you ever were in real life, your heart pounded wondering if you had gone too far, especially after he took longer to respond. Almost two minutes had passed before you see the three little dots from where he was typing again.

“I see a cold shower in my future. Probably multiple this week.”  You sigh in relief and lay back down slowly. “I’ll let you go...relax and if you ever need help with that, you have my number. Goodnight and sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight.” You reply simply ignoring his offer of help comment, tempted to text him back right then, but you knew it wasn’t the time. He had you so worked up, that it didn’t take long for you to be able to cum and relaxed enough to sleep. Your dreams full of blue eyes and a ruddy brown beard.

The next morning you expected to wake up groggy, but giddy excitement from everything that happened yesterday still flowed through your veins. So much for taking it slow.

Your phone already had a message from Chris, telling you a time to meet him at the park and then after you hadn’t responded, teasing you for sleeping in so late. Rolling your eyes as it’s still before 11am, you shoot him a quick text back confirming the time.

Getting yourself and Popcorn ready for the day you head out in time to meet Chris at the dog park. You see him sitting on what you have dubbed in your head as ‘our’ bench and walk over to him. He’s gone casual in his backwards baseball cap, sunglasses and sweatpants. The hoodie he’s wearing looks super soft too. Spotting you as you get nearer, he goes to stand, but you wave him back down as you unhook Popcorn and sit beside him, leaning into his side.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He answers back.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You smirk. “Where’s the pupper? I was expecting kisses.”

“He’s found another playmate.” Chris points to the other side of the park where Dodger is chasing a black and tan dog around playfully. “But I can volunteer my services for kisses if ya like. Guaranteed less slobber.” He smiles, eyebrow arched.

You’re surprised and look around at the other people in the park. “I mean, I don’t mind but don’t you worry someone will…” He cuts you off with a quick chase kiss to the mouth, forehead and cheek.

“See no one noticed, and even if they did fuck ‘em.” He tells you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, and you find you are quite content to just lay your head back into his arm and watch the dogs play. Well dog play, because like usual Popcorn is lying near the bench asleep.

The two of you fall into small talk. Typical things like the weather and the show you had watched the night before, which quickly turns into politics and heavier topics somehow. Chris is pleasantly surprised you share a lot of his views and the ones where you differ are not deal breakers for either of you.

You love watching the passion in his eyes as he talks about the different subjects, much more so then when the topics were light and fluffy. He was ranting about climate change and Biff when you couldn’t help but to let out a giggle.

“What?” He asks with a soft smile.

“Nothing, I just really like this. I’ve just never gotten into this heavy of a conversation after, what? This is technically our second date right? Does yesterday count as a date since it morphed halfway through?”

“I would qualify it as a second date. You knew my intention when you invited me over for dinner, plus you changed and straightened up.”

“Caught that did you?”

“Again, were you trying to be subtle?” You laugh and shake your head. “Also isn’t it better to go ahead and get deal breakers out of the way. I mean we aren’t getting any younger and it would suck if we liked each other a lot and than hit a wall.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Let’s see….of course you would have to be ok with the actor, famous thing. I won’t want to go officially public until I’m sure. I don’t want to share my private life in front of an audience.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me. The red carpet seems stressful.” He smirks a little at that.

“Also permanent residence here in Boston, and kids. I’ll want those.”

You nod at the Boston, but pause at the kids. This you were iffy on. “I don’t want kids right now, but maybe if I find the right guy, in a few years.” You look up to him and he doesn’t seem bothered by that.

“That’s understandable. You want a little time as a couple before kids.” You nod at him. “Must love dogs and Disney.” Which you roll your eyes at. He’s seen your Disney collection and the dogs are why you are there in the first place. “What about you?”

“Hmmm well, the away on set all the time will be hard, but I’ve dated workaholics before. Can people visit?”

“Depends and sometimes I don’t have a lot of free time when filming.”

“I think it’s manageable. I’m pretty flexible, just the obvious things. Ya know like cheating.” He nudged you in the side to be more serious. “I don’t know, I can’t think of any. I mostly just don’t want to be treated like shit and taken for granted. Which is why the long away periods worries me. Not about you but that my insecurities will fester and tell me why the hell would you want to date me? Then you don’t answer a text and I’ll freak out which will make you mad and upset because you didn’t do anything wrong, you were just working.” Saying all of that quickly in in one breath, you huffed out and relaxed your shoulders.

“Wow, that got real, and dark.”

You roll towards him, putting an arm around his waist and your forehead on his chest. “I warned you I was crazy.” He snort laughs. “No, I’m just thinking extremes. It’ll probably be fine.”

Chris’s hand rubs circles on your lower back. “You know I have to make out with people and pretend to have sex too right?” His voice is very serious like that’s been a problem in the past.

You sit up and look at him in the eye. “Uhhh I’ve watched your movies before...I know how acting works.” The confusion in your voice evident.

“It’s just been a problem in the past when I’ve dated someone not in the industry.”

“That won’t be a problem. It’s a job you’re working, that doesn’t count as cheating and I’m not the jealous type. Honestly, how do you think my ex-fiance got away with it so long? I knew it was just him and his secretary at work all night alone together but I believed him when he said he was working. I’m stupidly trusting.”

“Optimistic is what you are.”

“Optimistic huh? I like that. So no deal breakers found. Does that mean we can go eat lunch, I’m starving.”

He chuckles and calls Dodger back. At the little dog friendly bistro the hostess asks how many, which Chris confirms two, but you interrupt asking if Ron is working.

“What are you doing?” Chris whispers in your ear and you wave him off.

“It looks like he is and he has a table open on the patio if you prefer to be seated in his section?”

An evil grin comes on your face as you tell her “That would be lovely.” Chris shaking his head at you the whole time.

The hostess seats you with a couple of menus and Chris just keeps looking at you with a “I can’t believe you are doing this again.” look on his face as he tries to keep from laughing.

You watch as Ron steps up to your table, not really looking at either of you, as he goes into his spiel on welcoming to the restaurant and what specials there are.

He looks up with a polite smile on his face and you see the look die in his eyes as he recognizes the two of you, unconsciously taking a step back. Chris is hiding his face in his menu, but you can see the shaking of his shoulders.

“Hiya Ron! Long time no see. How’s life been treating ya?” The excitement in your voice breaks an audible snicker from Chris.

“Just fine ma’am. What can I get you to drink?” Ron is trying to be as professional as possible and you have to admire him for that.

“I think waters all around?” You look to Chris who nods, not able to say anything. “Don’t forget thing one and thing two.” You point to the dogs.

Ron grips his pen a little tighter. “It was separate checks correct?”

You look him right in the eye without blinking. “No Ron, not anymore.” And you smirk.

Ron huffs out an irritated sigh and turns on his heel to leave.

Laughter from across the table makes you break into a fit of your own giggles.

“Was that why you wanted Ron’s section?”

“He looked down his nose at me last time, so I wanted show him he shouldn’t judge people. I know it’s a little on the petty side but just let me have my fun.”

“Hey you have as much fun as you want, but you’re paying for the tip. I’m not going to be trying to judge how much extra to give based on how much of an annoyance you were to him. We’re still in the ‘everything is endearing and cute’ stage.”

“So ‘everything is endearing and cute’, you say? I don’t think I’ve heard of that stage. Can you give me an example, use it in a sentence?”

A sly smile forms on his face that has you worried. “For example, that cute little screech you do when I leave.”

Your face heats up instantly. “You heard that huh?”

“The whole floor heard it, but it was cute.”

“Aww you think I’m cute?” Ron stops by the table to drop off water. “Ron did you hear that? He thinks I’m cute.”

“That you were acting cute.” Chris corrected.

“Ron we’ve known each other a while now. Do you think I act cute or just am cute?”

Ron blinks down at you and turns his head to Chris. “Sir sincerely good luck to you and you have my deepest sympathies.” He turns on his heel and walks away from the table without looking back at you.

“Wait? Was that a joke? Did Ron actually make a joke?” You asked Chris excitedly.

“I’m am now certain you have broken Ron.” Chris nods solemnly.

You both crack up at that and then actually read the menu instead of pointing at something random. Leaving Ron alone for the rest of lunch, you still provide him with generous tip at at the end and you think you see a smirk when he comes to pick it up.

The short walk back to your apartment is nice. Conversation flows naturally and you don’t feel as if you need to fill up all the space with talking. The awkwardness you use to feel having the gorgeous man keep pace beside you has all but dissipated. You still find it strange, but his presence puts you at ease. You’re starting to think that maybe this could work, although you didn’t know for sure until you had to go months apart. That was the real test.

The two of you step out of the elevator and into the hall, the dogs in tow. Another plan of watching tv to pass the time before dinner was already in the works. Chris wanted to finish the show you were watching and you were happy to oblige.

Sticking the key in the lock, it turns but without the telltale click when it unlocks. Your brow furrows and you pause with your hand on the doorknob.

“Everything alright?” Chris asks from behind you.

“The door wasn’t locked. I could have sworn I locked it when I left.” His face mimics yours with a frown.

“Step back and take the dogs. Let me go in first just to check.” You really want to argue but you’re scared and he gives you hard look when he hands you the leashes to not argue. He tries to be quiet as he slowly opens the door. You can’t help but to try to peek in around him but his wide shoulders don’t leave much room around the doorway. After he steps inside, he pulls the door to but not completely shut, keeping you on the other side in the hallway.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You hear someone who is definitely not Chris, shout from the apartment. You knew that voice, you had fucked that voice. No longer sitting on the sidelines you barged in and see Matt standing in the living room, arms crossed like he had just caught an intruder.

“I could ask the same buddy.” Chris responded with very similar pose, although with a couple more inches, height and width, on Matt. Chris was much more intimidating.

“Chris it’s fine.” You come up behind him with a hand to his lower back, and he looks down at you confused. “Well it’s not fine but I’ll handle it.” You shove the leashes into his hands as you move between them. “Chris this is my asshole Matt. Asshole this is Chris.” Chris’ eyes flash with recognition and he takes a look at the ex-fiance, judging him on all levels. “Now that we are all caught up, what the fuck Matt? You can’t just let yourself in. You don’t live here anymore and you said you gave me all your keys.”

“I’m still paying for the place. I can stop by if I want to.”

“No, no you can’t, that was the agreement. You moved out and moved in with your side bitch, and as an apology for making me quit my job and move to Boston, you paid rent up for this place until I could find a job.” You were so angry, you were boiling. You didn’t shout, your voice just got cold and deeper as your rage rolled off of you. Matt had never been smart about telling your moods and today was no exception. Chris on the other hand, stepped a little closer, towering at your back to add even more menace to your words, or possible hold you back when you launched yourself at him. It was hard to tell.

Matt scoffs. “Don’t give me that. Who’s this fucker? You’re telling me you weren’t fucking him on the side while we were together?”

“That’s exactly what I’m say, not that you have any right to know. What are you even doing here Matt?” You were suddenly tired and just ready to get this man out of your apartment so you could settle on the couch with Chris. Matt’s eyes shift from you to Chris and then glance at the bedroom. “Oh my god! You can’t be serious!” This you did shout. “You wanted to stay here? Did she kick you out already?” Matt at least had the decency to look ashamed this time, before he went into begging mode.

“Come on Marshmallow, we had good times right? It’s been miserable without you.” Chris’s hand on your shoulder tightened when your ex tried to win you back with nonsense. The audacity he had to pull this stunt in front of who was obviously your new boyfriend, and much bigger than he is, was ludicrous. Uncrossing your arms from your chest, you place a hand over Chris’s to give him a bit of comfort, not that he even needed it. He knew how you felt about the man in front of you, that was digging himself deeper with each word he spoke.

“Matt, please leave. You cheated on me, we’re done.” You cut him off as he was telling you what a ‘big mistake he made was’, but you couldn’t care less. It was very simple to you. “Hand Chris your keys on the way out, he needs one anyway. This will save us a trip.”

The nice guy act that Matt had been putting on melted in front of you. “You can’t honestly fucking expect me to believe you’re dating this guy?! He’s probably just the dog walker. You couldn’t get someone like this to fuck you unless you were paying them. That’s exactly what you’re doing isn’t it! Yeah you had to get yourself a fucking escort since nobody would touch you!” Matt sneers at you.

Chris was right to have come up closer, because you did in fact attempt to launch yourself at him, more in his defense than your own. Even with his muscles he had a hard time containing you, especially when you threw your weight into it. What got you to calm down was Chris’s loud booming voice calling your name. It sounded just like Captain America was disappointed in you.

“Ok, I’m done staying out of it. Matt or whatever the fuck your name is, hand over the keys. If I ever find out that you were in my girlfriend’s house again, without her permission, I will have a reason to use the myriad of lawyers I keep on retainer.” He turns to you and hands you the leashes to the dogs, who are both looking scared after being witness to the fight. “Take the dogs into your bedroom and calm them down, while I escort him out and down to the lobby.” He runs a finger over your cheek and you realize a stray tear had run down. All you can do is nod and you go around to the back of the apartment to the bedroom. You can hear some muffled talking before the front door closes again.

“Shhh, it’s ok guys, it’s all over now.” Kneeling on the floor you pick up Popcorn and wrap an arm around Dodgers neck, burying your face into the fur on his back.

After what could have been either a few minutes or 15, time wasn’t moving correctly in your world, the door creaks open with Chris leaning on the doorway. He sees you in the floor, arms wrapped around both dogs and his eyes soften. “Did he give you the key?” You ask him. He holds it by the key ring and lets it dangle. “That’s good. I’m really sorry about that. I never thought that he would ever show up here again. I hadn’t prepared for it.”

He sighs and squats down beside you, a hand on your head running it over your hair. “We did move a little fast as well. It was just such a rare opportunity, for both of us, where we didn’t have other things so we could spend as much time as we wanted together. I was enjoying it.”

“Me too.” You bite your lip, debating whether or not you wanted to ask what was on your mind. “Did he say anything else?”

Chris’ eyes flashed for a moment and he took his hand from you. “If you want to take him back just tell me now. I can’t say I understand, but I know you have a history.”

“What?” You were thoroughly confused until it clicked. He thought you were asking if he said anything more about taking you back. “Fuck no I don’t want him back. I just wanted to make sure he didn’t make any threats to you or the dogs or anything. Him being in here and letting himself in freaked me out. What if he has another key?” You were starting to panic and he could hear it in your voice. He sat beside you in the floor and pulled you to him.

“I don’t think he does, although I’m going to have to let my manager know. He finally recognized me when we got to the lobby. He seemed more scared when he figured it out, which was weird. I’m still going to have to keep an eye on it to make sure he doesn’t try to cash the story into the tabloids.”

“Uggg this was not what I wanted. This is your vacation time, you don’t need to be more stressed.” You bang your forehead into his chest, a soft ‘ow’ from him stops you.

“Let’s just forget about it for now and go relax on the couch like we’d planned. After we’ve both calmed down than we can talk.”

It was that word, talk, that dreaded word that got your heart racing again. So much for relaxing tonight.

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TITLE: The One Worth Dying For 

SUMMARY:  On a stormy summer night in Hong Kong, Yelan has gone into a dangerous labor with her 5th and final child. It is an exciting occasion for the Li Clan, as this may be the magical heir they've all been waiting for. However, Shiefa, the second oldest daughter, is not as happy as everyone else about this new sibling...

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                                         The One Worth Dying For

 “What’s wrong, Shiefa? You’ve had a grumpy face all night”

 Little Shiefa looked up at her father, who had a calm expression despite the roaring thunder outside and the situation just past the double doors across the hall. She fidgeted in her seat, clinging to the green colored pajamas she wore. Shiefa was the second oldest child of the family, about seven years of age, and one of four daughters to Yelan Li, the powerful head of the Li clan.

 “I’m not grumpy…”

 Shiefa responded with an unconvincing tone and her soulful brown eyes gazed back to the doors of her parent’s room. Her father sat beside her in the antique horseshoe chair just beside her and placed a hand upon hers. It was clear to see that she was upset about something, and he was determined to find out what.

 “Is that so? You don’t appear to be too excited about your new sibling…your sisters almost couldn’t sleep because of their excitement, but you seem restless for another reason”

 The little girl tensed ever so slightly, but noticeably. It was no secret to the Li clan that she and all her sisters had been born without magic, and their mother was still under pressure to produce an heir. After having four children, Yelan’s body had surely been through so much already, so this fifth child was incredibly taxing on her physically. Yelan had been on bed rest for several weeks now, but tonight, on an evening with such a strong storm raging outside fueled by the humid summer of Hong Kong, she had gone into labor, and it was proving to have many complications.

 “…I don’t need another sibling. Why are they so important anyways? Because they might have magic? Futtie, Fanren, Feimei, and I can lead the clan together…we don’t need an heir with powers…”

 Her father was a bit surprised by this statement, but he could also understand where she was coming from. The magical world could be a very competitive place, and it was of the upmost importance for the leaders of each clan to produce an heir. Most children that were born without magic were seen as disappointments, but the Li clan treasured all of their offspring, magic or not. However, despite the Li Clan’s more progressive outlook, the need to keep magic alive in the family was still very important, and this must have unintentionally brought much guilt to his daughters.

 “Your new sibling, whether they are born with power or not, will be no more important than you or your sisters. Your mother is a very strong woman who takes her duties very seriously, but her love for her children will always take precedence.”

 Shiefa raised her head to look back at her father, this time with a look of anger.

 “But she is willing to die for her duty…”

 Her father frowned at this and gently squeezed her hand.

 “Why do you say that?”

 “I overheard the family doctors talking the other day. They were talking about how this child is taking a lot out of Mother and may even kill her…so why is it so important? Doesn’t she love us enough to live?”

 Shiefa had tears burning in her eyes, and her father suddenly seemed to understand the situation. It was no wonder why she was reacting so differently from her sisters, now that he knew she had overheard such a thing. He was silent for a few moments, thinking carefully about his next words. He couldn’t lie to her…she was too smart for that.

 “Yes, it is true that this labor will be difficult, but your mother is the most stubborn woman I know. She will not be defeated by this. And it is not duty she is risking herself for, Shiefa…”

 The girl wiped at the stray tears in her eyes and tried to remain strong. She was a tough child, perhaps the strongest of the daughters, but she was still a child nonetheless. Her father reached his arms over to grab hold of her and lift her to sit on his lap. Her heard naturally rested on his chest, and her body curled into his gentle embrace.

 “You may not be old enough to understand this yet, but life is a truly precious thing. There are few things worth risking it for, and I can tell you that magic is not one of them. However, bringing another life into the world…now that is something really spectacular. I never realized there was anything I could love as much as your mother until you and your sisters were born…”

 Shiefa looked up to him, rather surprised.

 “Really? Even though we were born without magic?”

 Her father nodded with a gentle smile on his face.

 “Of course! You and your sisters are perfect exactly as you are, and I would never wish for you to change. Your new sibling will need all of you to protect them and show them how to be loving and warm hearted towards others. Can you do that for me?”

 Shiefa paused for a long moment before nodding. Somehow the request felt a little sad, like he was not going to be around to teach this new child himself of the ways of the world.

 “Okay…”

 The man seemed pleased to hear this, and the both of them gazed upwards towards the double doors as there was a sudden loud yell of pain, appearing to be that of Yelan’s voice. Shiefa felt as if her heart had just fallen into her stomach, but then…the rumbling of thunder seemed to stop and the hallway was filled with the soft sound of an infant crying.

 The two stayed very still and waited patiently for several minutes until one of the doctors emerged from the room with a smile on his face.

 “My Lord, the Lady has given birth to a healthy son…!”

 The father instantly rose from his seat, still cradling his daughter in his arms as he made his way to the room. Shiefa couldn’t help but notice that her father’s shoulders dropped upon seeing his wife alive and well, and it was then that she realized how scared he himself had been without showing it. He must have put up a false calm in order to soothe her…

  Once inside, he gently rested Shiefa to sit on the side of the bed and took one of Yelan’s hands in his, kissing the top of it affectionately.

 “My love…you never cease to amaze me…”

 Yelan, although exhausted, smiled back at him and looked down to the newborn resting against her chest. The baby was so small was staring up inquisitively at his mother with big amber eyes. Shiefa hadn’t been old enough to remember the birth of her sisters, so this was the first time she had truly seen an infant that had just been born. It was rather mind boggling for her to see a human so tiny, and the way he looked at their mother was as if she were his entire world. She saw that connection between mother and child already forming, and there was something that stirred within her own heart as well. Shiefa couldn’t quite explain it, but her parents had both seen it in her eyes.

 “Would you like to hold your brother, my little snowflake?”

 Yelan smiled at her daughter who nodded rather eagerly. Gently, her father lifted the newborn and reached over to hand her the baby, making sure he was well supported before he fully released him. Shiefa stared down at her brother, who was looking at her in much the same way as he had with his mother.

 “He’s so small…and his eyes…they’re almost golden, like a wolf”

 Her father chuckled lightheartedly at this comment.

 “Like a wolf, eh? Yelan, have you decided on a name yet?”

 The mother shook her head.

 “No, but I think I have one in mind. How about Xiao Lang?”

 Her husband’s lips curled into a smile and he gave a nod of approval.

 “Small wolf? I think that works nicely”

 Shiefa smiled, perhaps for the first time that evening, and whispered down to her new brother.

 “Xiao Lang…I promise to always protect you, no matter what. And Futtie, Fanren, Feimei will too. We’ll keep you safe and happy, just like big sisters are supposed to”

 The young babe of course did not understand what was being said to him, but he still gave a hopeful look that implied he knew the feelings behind them. Shiefa was pleased with this and beamed at her parents. Her father nodded knowingly at her and reached forward to place a gentle hand on her head.

 “I’m sure you will…”

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Several Years Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 Shiefa fell to the ground roughly after having been struck by her younger brother’s kick. He immediately rushed to her side with a look of worry and guilt on his face.

 “Shiefa, are you all right? I didn’t mean to hit so hard…”

 His sister nodded and slowly got back to her feet, rubbing at bit at her side which had been impacted.

 “I’m fine. I’m tougher than I look, you know. I may be beautiful and feminine looking, but normally I can knock you down with one strike. You’ve gotten stronger…”

 Syaoran’s gaze averted, a serious look in his amber eyes.

 “I’m still not strong enough…I have to get stronger”

 Shiefa smiled at him and placed her fingers underneath his chin, gently angling his head up to look at her.

 “For her, right? The cute girl you met in Japan?”

 Syaoran nodded in determination. His older sister ruffled his hair, which made him scoff slightly in annoyance.

 “What was that for?”

 Shiefa laughed at her brother’s question.

 “You were so cute, I couldn’t resist. So you’re really going to go back to Japan, huh?”

 Her brother nodded again and wiped the sweat from his brow. He and his sister had been sparring in the garden outside as they often did. Although all of his sisters were incredibly talented in martial arts as well, none were quite as challenging as Shiefa. Wei taught him everything he knew, but he was getting too old to fight, and he couldn’t hold back right now when he had so little time left. He needed to get as strong as he could before he returned to Japan. Syaoran learned a great many things from his sisters, but training in magic was primarily done by Yelan. That training was the most brutal of them all, and his family members were concerned that he might be pushing himself too far. Even his mother was concerned, and being the strongest magic user in the Li Clan, this was quite telling.

 Shiefa placed her hands on her hips and her face became more serious.

 “Father, how can I protect this child from himself…?”

 She whispered softly to the air for her father’s angel to hear, and Syaoran rose his head, having heard her speak, but could not understand what was said.

 “Huh?”

 “It’s nothing. I just want you to remember something…”

 Shiefa stepped forward and warmly wrapped her arms around head in a kind embrace. Syaoran blushed in embarrassment from this action.

 “W-what are you doing?”

 He struggled a bit, but was firmly pulled back by his sister so there was no escape.

 “I want you to remember…that your life is precious.”

 Syaoran blinked at the statement, clearly confused as to where this was coming from. Shiefa did not let go of him as she continued.

 “Xiao Lang…don’t you make me break my promise…if you get hurt, you will make your sisters cry!”

 The boy went silent for a long moment and sighed before responding.

 “I don’t know what promise you’re talking about, but I don’t plan on making anyone cry”

 Shiefa suddenly pulled back, but her hands extended to pinch his cheeks and pull them to the side, as if to punish him.

 “Good! We’d never forgive you, you know!”

 Syaoran flailed his arms wildly in pain from the ‘torture’ until his sister finally released him. He massaged his red cheeks to soothe them, however he had been released from one torture to endure another. The remaining three sisters all swarmed around him, having snuck into the garden quite stealthily, and hugged him so tight that he felt the air nearly leave his body.

 “H-hey! I can’t breathe!”

 All the girls laughed and showered him with love, whether he wanted it or not. After all, a promise had been made, and it was one that they intended to keep, no matter what.

 Soon, Syaoran would be going away to Tomoeda with their mother’s permission to help save the girl he loved from unhappiness. But no matter how strong his magic or martial arts skills got, he would always in his family’s eyes be the little baby born in the thunderstorm; the one who was worth dying for.

 THE END

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[babieflorenzi]

can you write a longer version of that hc where they break into the abandoned building so david could finger matteo but they forget lube? it sounds amazing, i can't get it out of my head 🙈

i had a nap and how we’re back at iiiiit

Matteo is still iffy about breaking into abandoned places. He knows all their best stuff has happened in one, first kiss, first I love you’s, ect., but he struggles to shake the anxiety he gets when they try to break in. David always looks so excited, his eyes shining with wonder, needing to touch everything. Matteo loves seeing him like that and that’s why he keeps going with him to discover new places.

Right now they’re back in their pool. It’s six months since the first time they first broke in there but neither of them have said anything about it. David said he’s on a mission to find a new good luck charm for his first uni exams and he can’t find one without his full-time partner in crime with him. They both drop down into the empty pool, Matteo stopping to make eye contact with David before sprinting down to the other end. They’re laughing exactly like they did that first night except now instead of floating around each other awkwardly Matteo grabs David by his shirt collar and kisses him hard. 

David pins him against the wall and kisses down his neck and chest, following his zipper while he’s opening it. He straightens back up to pull his own jumper off and kiss Matteo again. He opens Matteo’s jeans, sticking a hand in jacking him a few times before saying “I really really want to get my fingers in you again god.” Matteo’s knees get weak and his weight flops forward on David. 

They move around so Matteo is laying on the ground with his jumper under his ass and David is between his legs. Matteo’s lost his pants but is leaving his shirt on to avoid the gross floor. David spends a few minutes sucking Matteo’s cock and getting him really riled up. “Shit.” He says once he’s pulled off. “What? What’s wrong?” Matteo is instantly worried that the guard is back and he’s going to get arrested with his dick out. “I forgot lube.” David says smacking a hand to his forehead comically. “Jesus christ babe. I thought we were in trouble.” 

David moves, his expression showing that he’s thought of a solution. He moves his hand to Matteo’s mouth, tapping with his index and middle finger, “Open up.” Matteo listens instantly and David is shoving his fingers deep into his mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me baby.” David says making Matteo’s eyes roll back in his head and him suck on the fingers hard. He is really fucking enjoying it. He’s sure he looks desperate the way he’s chasing to get them deeper, David understands though and pushes them deeper in his mouth which makes Matteo moan around them. 

David pulls his hand back and uses his knees to push Matteo’s legs further apart. “Can I now?” David always asks before doing things which is something Matteo usually appreciates but right now he’s so hard and so desperate to have something inside him. “Yes, Jesus, get something in me.” Matteo says, gripping on David’s shoulders to try signal him to hurry up. 

David pushes a finger in slowly. It definitely burns more than usual but in a way that Matteo thinks he’s kind of in to. David rubs the end of his finger lightly over where he knows Matteo’s prostate is which makes his legs jerk a little. Matteo whines a little, wanting more in him. David can read him really well and gets what it means, “Patience.” He says lowly, putting a hand on Matteo’s hip to stop him moving them around. David adjusts the way he’s laying so he can get between Matteo’s thighs and spit filthily on his hole to make it more wet. 

David gets a second finger in him while also wrapping his lips around his dick again. It’s clear he’s working to get Matteo to come quickly now, fingers focusing on his spot and swirling his tongue around his tip. Matteo’s thighs start shaking and his hand grips David’s hair hard. “Shit, David. Feels good.” Matteo moans out. He’s really close now, he’s a little disappointed that that means it’ll be over soon but also coming sounds really really good right now. 

“David I-” He cuts himself off loosing his breath a little more, “I’m gonna-shiiit” He’s too late in his warning, coming into David’s mouth. It’s something they really hadn’t done much despite how hot it is when David wants him to. Matteo understands it’s probably a bit alarming to take something like that. David is a champ though, swallowing around Matteo through his whole orgasm. He carefully pulls his fingers out and crawls back over him, kissing him fervently. 

“Wow, okay, so that was a thing.” Matteo starts once he’s gotten his voice back. “It was. I’m surprised by how much you liked my fingers in your mouth?” David says. “Yeah I don’t know, it was hot. Maybe you should do it again sometime.” “You’d want that?” “Fuck yes.”

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[scoundrels-in-love]

Hello, as i'm seeing a lot of k drama on my dashboard I finally bit the bait. Which ones would you recommend to me, someone who never watch any ever ? I tend to like romance with deep respect, partnership mutual appreciation and friendship if it helps and Slow Burn tm of course, thanks for a possible New addiction !

Hi sweet anon, sorry for taking my sweet time to answer this, but my schedule’s been pretty rough and even now I don’t have much time to be online.

Reccing things can be hard - for people you know and even more so for people you know a little about, because there are so many nuances.

But here are few things I’d like to offer you for consideration. (Also, if you come off anon I can offer you few places where to watch.)

First and foremost, I’d like to suggest Her Secret Life. It’s a recent kdrama romcom and while I feel like it could be a bit much for first introduction in kdramas (mostly because it deals with some such things as sasaengs/hard core kpop fans and it can be quite jarring and maybe a bit hmm inducing for a first brush with more Korean stuff?), it essentially matches all you seek.

While the first episodes don’t seem to promise it (the couple starts off the wrong foot and he seems like an asshole initially, but he knows how to admit he’s been in the wrong, yay!), it’s a story that really gives mutual friendship and appreciation and respect between the main couple, while also being soft and romantic. And there is pining!! And longing!! And delivery of sweet, sweet romance without pining being stretched out TOO long, so we actually get to see how they’re as a couple. Which is just lovely and perfect and what dreams are made of, really.

Another I can think of is It’s Okay, That’s Love. While, again, the couple starts off the wrong foot and it’s one of the really good Enemies (to Friends) to Lovers stories kdrama world has to offer, it ends up in really good, mutually sweet and supporting relationship. There is also found family feelings and lot of tears to be shed, as the story is rather emotionally taxing. It does tackle mental health issues, though, and in ways that may rub some people wrong, so that’s to be a warning. It’s one of those ‘I am so glad I stuck beyond initial episodes’ shows for me, because I didn’t think I’d love it as much, but now it’s one of my favorite kdramas ever.

Speaking of favorite dramas ever, I do have to offer up Just Between Lovers. Now, this drama does come with some violence/body injury trigger warning so you might have to look away at times or skip it altogether. It’s more than just a romance story, it’s a story of healing and our inability to move on from traumas and the way they affect all of us differently. It’s another one of the ‘cried a lot’ stories for me, it’s gorgeous and heart-rendering and absolutely captivated me and helped me heal. The main couple while also misunderstanding each other initially are incredibly sweet and supportive of each other and one of my OTPest OTPs of all times.

From light romcom end, I also have to offer up Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo. It was my first kdrama ever and while it has its iffy topics that might have you press pause or skip, the main couple ends up super, uber sweet, cute and supportive. He’s so smitten for her it’s not even funny anymore and they’re just, lovely. It also delivered me some very raw, personal moments to echo with and generally enticed me for the whole kdrama world as a whole.

Another, truly just sweet and cute and basically no drama story is Shopping King Louie. It’s a bit nonsensical, but adorable and just, a feel good watch through and through. The couple is adorable and he’s truly a puppy for her, but learns to be someone that she can rely on, too.

Oh My Venus also has lovely, supportive, respectful relationship to recommend, though you might not like the fat-related stuff of the plot or feel it gets worn down by some of the at the time popular plot points. But with the characters themselves (featuring found family as well!), it’s really just... lovely at the end of day and brought me one of my favorite show proposals of all times!

For a briefer introduction, I’d suggest Love Relumino, a 30 minute short, that while doesn’t really reach a ‘relationship’ stage, offers a great many feelings and just, captured me for some personal reasons (but not only).

Similarly, To. Jenny is incredibly sweet drama special that has some sweet friendship, pining and great friends/family moments beyond main couple as well as some really boppy, fun songs.

And Little Forest is a movie that aesthetically/mood wise will be really good introduction to korean cinematic style, while being a thought provoking, touching story about family, friendship... And love in general.

I didn’t expect to love any of these last 3 recs as much as I did, but I do love them. To. Jenny never fails to make me smile, even when I don’t think it’s possible and I have rewatched it with friends a whole bunch of times.

If you do give any of these a try, please try to push through more than 1-3 episodes if you’re not immediately captivated, and do let me know how it goes! I am so curious. And best of luck!

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