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thots4hee · 1 year

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This is not a Movie

Where there is no place for first love.

Jayxfem!readerxHeeseung

warnings!:suggestive, mention of the A word, cheating, TOXIC CHARACTERS! angst

wc: 2920

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“You missed me?” Heeseung affectionately caress your cheeks. His rough hands against your cheek is a feeling that he’s here, in your space. Breathing the same air as you.

With the thick tension in the air, and having the urge to smash your lips against his, you touch his hand that was on your cheek to stop his fondness on your skin.

You locked eyes with him, and you can see the warmness in them that you’re so used to.

“Tell me Y/n, tell me that you miss me. Tell me that you longed for me. Tell me that you want me back.” His minty breath fanning your face, luring his lips on yours.

You continuously shook your head and backed away from him. Looking at the ground to hide the fact that there are tears escaping your eyes. The small space with him at the elevator makes it hard for you to breathe.

You feel sick.

After so many years of wondering where the fuck was he. Then, one day he’s going to show up as if he didn’t do anything wrong. As if he didn’t damage your soul. It made you crazy for thinking where the fuck was he. You have no idea what happened to him. If he died or he just left you for no goddamn reason at all.

One day, he was just… gone. Nobody saw him.

Like he didn’t exist at all.

“You fucked me up.” Trembling, you still force to blurted it out.

Heeseung’s face fell. He straightened up and prepared himself for what’s about to come. For the past years he’s preparing himself for you. He made a very big mistake to leave just like that, but he’s here now.

He’s ready now.

“I can explain, just let me hold you y/n. Please” his voice trembling, he’s scared but courageous enough to say those to you.

Feeling weak and confuse, you didn’t fight back anymore when he held you like a child. You closed your eyes and feel his warm embrace. His cologne engulfing your senses and his warmth adds to the heat inside the broken elevator where you two at.

His arms encircling on your waist while he held your head and put it at his temple.

For the first time after six years, you finally felt him. Feels like everything was perfect, it felt like a dream that your younger self was longing for.

Heeseung was holding you like you were some kind of a porcelain doll he didn’t want to break. Fragile thin paper glass he was so gentle at. Hogging you from the world. How long he dreamed of you this close. To feel you, to touch you.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, God knows how long I wanted to hold you like this again.” He closed his eyes to stop himself from sobbing. His voice cracked at the end. You knew he was being honest. His heart was the one speaking for him.

He was the Lee Heeseung, the star boy in your college. The team leader of the basketball team, the valedictorian. In short, he’s the ace. Everyone neither adored or hated him.

You knew him too well. From his features, his smell, and his touch.

Because for once he was your haven in this world full of chaos. He was your first love. Six years ago he’s your everything until he ghost you out of nowhere. As if he didn’t happen. You search for him everywhere but there was no trace of him. You guys were working out well, and it confused you how could he do this to you. He promised you forever but he left. Not just a broken heart but something else too.

You searched for him, knocked on his house every single day to ask for him but there were no sign of him.

After a year you just stopped. Lost all hope in seeing him again. Decided to move on, graduate and pursued your dream. Accepted the fact that Heeseung left, in the worst way possible.

“Get away from me Heeseung.” You harshly pulled yourself away from his hold, he slowly dropped his arms and sighed. This is not what he look forward to. Though he understands your grudge. But deep down he hope you will accept his explanation.

You silently pray to god that someone will notice your disappearance and this stupid broken elevator. What on earth this shit happened, you being stuck in here with your ex - boyfriend.

Just great.

Heeseung was silent, just observing you. You’ve changed. A lot.

From your body figure, it gotten mature and all the curves are all at the right places. Your hair gotten longer. You’re clothes, he noticed your change of style, oh how its familiar to him. He just couldn’t pinpoint to whom it belong to. What he noticed the most was your face, it didn’t change at all. Before, you look like a sweet angel, and until now you still do. For the past six years your face was all he thinks about. It was tattooed on his mind.

Though he regret leaving you after what happened. It hurts him to do so but he got no choice back then. Leaving you without notice. No calls and texts, he’s hoping that you will accept his explanation. What he did was unjustifiable, but he got a valid reason. Whether it sounds stupid. Whether it sounds selfish on his part. He did those for you. For your sake. But he got a feeling that he’s too late now.

“I know what you’re thinking about Heeseung. I don’t accept bullshit. If you going to blurt one out. Save it. I don’t want to hear it. We are over and I’m happy with someone else now” You said with conviction. It’s true that you are in a relationship with someone you adore and love. And whenever Heeseung have in store isn’t going to work. Valid or not, you do not care anymore. It will not matter anymore.

Heeseung was a painful past you don’t want to rewind anymore. Let alone hear and bare.

“What we did in here is a mistake, after we get out of here pretend that we did not know eachother Lee Heeseung.” He shook his head not agrreing with your suggestion.

“Please! For this once please do me a favor. Maybe Ill forgive you after what you’ve done-“ you begged but he interrupted you.

“How about me y/n? do you think I can forgive you after what you’ve done?” He’s trying to turn the tables now?

This time you looked at him. Shocked and confused. Why was he turning it on you?

“What the hell are you talking about? You’re the one who left me! At my worst you chose to leave without saying a thing! How am I to blame in here? Why must I ask you to forgive me? I fucking hate you Heeseung, with all my soul and being!”

Heeseung finally cracked a smile, a painful one. He shook his head and looked at you. He knew she can’t lie, not in his face. She may lie to the world, but not to him. He knew everything.

“Stop lying to me, don’t deny shit to me because I know what you’ve done to our unborn child Y/N. And that is the fucking reason why I left! But I guess, I’m too late now, huh?” Saying this out loud is painful for him. He knew he hit a spot after he saw the shock on your face.

He couldn’t react after he felt a stinging pain in his right cheek. And a pair of hands pounding on his chest. He grabbed both of you arms and hugged you tight to stop you from hurting him.

You were crying now, removing his arms around you.

“I fucking hate you! You knew?! You fucking knew and you still left! How could you!” screaming while removing onto his hold. You do not care about anything anymore at the moment. You just want to hurt him. After all those years of keeping the secret and suppressing your feelings, it finally exploded.

You dreamed about building a family with Heeseung before. Having a home with him, baring his children. Him going home to you while you prepare a warm dinner at the table. Waking up beside him every morning. That was your dream after college.

Lee Heeseung was the dream.

Though Heeseung doesn’t have a lot back then, you’re ready for such commitment. You loved him that much. That’s when you found out that you were four weeks pregnant, you were happy. Despite being a third year college student, still relying on your parents’ money and connections, you knew You and Heeseung will get through this.

You waited a week before telling him but he’s nowhere to be found.

But he found out before you could tell him about it. He went to your house while you were not there to surprise you. He went straight to your room and found several pregnancy test scattered at your study table and all of them are positive. He was about to surprise you but instead he was the one who got surprised.

He didn’t see this coming, he feels stupid. He was so careful how can this happen?

Clutching the test in his hands, he sit at the edge of your bed and gripped his hair in frustration. Thinking of a way to explain to you how he couldn’t handle such a big step.

He’s not ready to be a father. He got nothing right now.

His title at the university might be big but he’s not rich. His family doesn’t give a fuck about him, let alone announcing that he’s going to be a father at a young age and shit situation.

He was at his peak and graduation is right at the corner, he cannot fuck it up. So he made a tough decision. If it means staying away from you.

He has so many dreams for you. For the both of you. Having a child on the way is not what he imagine. It can wait.

“You were happy then right Y/N? Since you want to be a mother. You told me that. You dreamed of a house with me, children with me. A home with me!-”

“Yes! Yes Heeseung, I was so ready to have it! Im ready to become a mother of your child back then! But you ruined it, you ruined it for us! You ruined my dream. You crushed my soul, you killed me! You killed my child!” you mean our child y/n…

Heeseung shook his head as you said those to him, you do not understand. Not one bit.

“Then what about my dreams, love?” he weakly said. Shoulders down. He’s tired.

“Have you ever asked me, if I was ready to be a father? Yes, I can quit college, work two jobs to provide because I don’t want your parents to look down on us. Heck, I can work day and night for you, go home to you, make you happy even if I got tired.”

“But how about the love for the child? The care? The emotional support? Have you ever considered those Y/N? Heaven knows how I want to be tied to you, but in those times I know I cannot do those, because I got nothing. I got nothing but big dreams for us. I want you to pursue your dreams, achieve them with me. Be successful with me first. But the universe have another in store for us. I am so sorry love. I have no option that day. I was nothing before.”

“That why I left, I gave you no choice. I know you’ll won’t listen to me so I made my own decision to leave after I found out. I don’t want to hurt you. I did this for us Y/N” Heeseung was now cupping your face, God knows he gathered a lot of strength to blurt the truth out. This is his truth.

“For us? That’s why you left me no choice but to kill our unborn child. I was so scared to be alone, let alone be a single mother! You left me no choice but to abort it. You’re a fucking monster! You didn’t even ask me! You didn’t give us a chance!” Your shoulders were shaking at this point, anger and sadness engulfing the space. It finally spilled.

Suddenly the lights inside the elevator starts to flicker and the elevator starts to move, you bumped onto Heeseung and hold onto his arms for support and he hurriedly held you gently. You might call him a monster, but he doesn’t give a fuck about it. Call him whatever you want, he will not stay away from you.

You hurriedly fixed your face and clothes. The air is hot and you silently hope that they won’t notice your puffy eyes from crying.

The elevator came into a halt and the door finally opened, you remove Heeseung’s hold and Jay appeared and embraced you to his arms.

“What happened y/n? are you okay baby? I’m so worried I kept on calling” He panicked and he hold you face and put it in the crook of his neck as he caress the back of your head. Not noticing his ex bestfriend at the elevator not until you lift your head to look back at the elevator and Heeseung was standing there, shock was evident on his face.

He couldn’t fucking believe it.

Park Jongseong huh?

So while he was away, Jongseong made his move on to you. Heeseung knew ever since he was going out with you during college days Jongseong has this tiny crush on you. He didn’t pay no mind during then. But this scene infront of him hurts. Maybe he’s truly too late for your love. What he lost back then couldn’t be his again this time.

Jongseong finally look at what your looking at and his gripped on your waist tightened. His breathing got ragged and he got nervous. He felt threatened.

No, he’s scared.

Not at Him, He’s scared that you’ll leave him for Heeseung.

First loves are strong to fight the second, the third, and the last.

Park Jongseong knew first love never dies.

He’s determined to break that.

He payed no mind at his ex-best friend’s existence and affectionately called Y/N’s name. Carefully withdrawing you from his gaze while thanking the maintenance for fixing the broken elevator and finding you.

He put his arms securely to your waist and you two went down to his car and to go home.

The ride home was quiet. You were quiet while staring at the window beside you. Jongseong let it be. You might not say it, but he knew something happened at the elevator with Heeseung. As much as it hurts him, he knew you wouldn’t cross a line to hurt him. He just hope you could open up about it later. He saw you at your worst and fixed you, and he wouldn’t miss a chance to do it again.

He will fix you again and again as much as it hurts him. Just you being here with him is enough to keep him sane.

He loves you eversince. Before Heeseung and after Heeseung. He fucking loves you. He couldn’t afford to lose you.

The car stopped and you both unbuckle your belts silently and you opened the main door to your house. You let Jay in first and he released a heavy sigh that made you lift your head to look at him as you remove your heels and shut the door behind you.

He threw his head back at the sofa as he manspreads. His lap is inviting, his eyes are closed and he was biting his lips. Deep in his thoughts.

You remember what happened back at the elevator. You responded to Heeseung’s kiss and that made you feel guilty. You feel disgusted and wanted to forget about it, about him.

You left the thought about Heeseung and what happened at the back of your head as you made your way to Jay’s lap. He lifted his head and he placed his veiny hands on your hips to guide you to sit on top of him.

“baby what’s wrong?” Jay said in the most gently voice he can muster. He’s so gentle and just so dreamy to look at right now. Below you, hair messy and lips red.

Placing your legs at his sides and closing the gap between you two,

You cuddled onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you and gripped your ass close to his growing bulge.

You hummed and released a content sigh. Already feeling aroused with just his touch and boner nudging your pulsating clit through your panties.

He fixed his sitting position at the sofa and thrusted onto you upward meeting your wet pussy. Panty already damped and sticking onto your cunt.

“Make love to me Jay, baby” you purred at his ear. Eager to get to taste heaven at his hands. Sitting on top of his aching cock you dry humped him. Making sure he will feel how ready you are to take him.

Heeseung doesnt matter anymore, he lives in the past and he will stay there. Jay is the future, Jay is your dream, as you are to him.

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@forjongseong my bb ghouRL, my inspiration and my babi

All the love xx nini ♡

Tell me if I need do a part two. I miss writing so much. Thank you for more than 500 followers! it means alot to me. I miss you and when this reach a ton, and demand. Ill make a part two. I want to also read your thoughts, ask is always open.

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pharawee · 2 years

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Oh no, how have we already reached episode 8 of Big Dragon? With other shows this is where the pace would begin to pick up, but with this being the season finale, everything is kind of winding down and balancing out.

I always kind of dread watching the last episode of something. It's not even about the tension. Or the time jump trope both kdrama and thai drama seem to be so fond of (I mean, I totally get it as a narrative device but negl I don't much like it). Or even just saying goodbye to something I really liked watching every week.

Maybe it's because I don't like epilogues.

But this episode doesn't really feel like an epilogue. It feels more like everything that's happened in the past 7 episodes is finally coming together in a beautiful, meaningful way. I like how self-contained it is, starting with:

I didn't really understand why we're shown this hourglass until much later in the episode, when Yai's father says that we can't know what the future holds (something that Yai repeats throughout the episode). This hourglass - it's not saying that time is running out, but that time is moving forward, and so must Mangkorn and Yai.

Because of course Mangkorn is accepted for the Master's program in New York.

I'm glad that Yai finds out like this. There's no tension involved. He just happens to see it, and we're shown later that he already knew that it was a possibility that Mangkorn would be leaving.

And that's what I love about this show so much: the way it flashes back to older scenes that we think we've already made sense of, only to be offered a new explanation. It's a bit like Mangkorn and Yai's relationship that way. They both thought they had each other figured out until they started listening.

And I think there's a moment where this conversation could have gone horribly wrong. I guess that's why they put in the opening credits as a buffer. Mangkorn could have withdrawn; Yai could have lashed out.

But Yai's right, they're no longer like that.

And that's why they're both so devastated. Because it's suddenly so much harder.

This whole scene is so profound to me. It goes way beyond setting up the time jump/separation. There's so much empathy and understanding involved here (and it happens amidst the soft pink hues of "their" room, where there's never been any pretence between them). It's the way Yai asks "And is there a reason I shouldn't let you go?" because he knows how important his future as an architect is to Mangkorn, and wanting him to stay isn't a good enough reason to demand that of him. And Mangkorn, he's so incredibly attentive, searching Yai's face for any explanation that his words won't provide.

Mangkorn doesn't want to let go because if he does, it makes his decision final. Yai doesn't want to hold on because if he does, he won't be able to let Mangkorn go.

Because of course sometimes you do the right thing and it still hurts.

Mos and Bank were simply incredible here. Mangkorn's desperation at not being denied (because he wants to go but how could that be right?), and Yai's struggle with being selfless... seeing it all play out on their faces so clearly added so much to this scene.

And I think it's only natural that Mangkorn leaving would remind Yai of his mother. Something so fundamental will colour every other hurt in your life.

But Yai's kinder to himself now because he's learned to let go of some of the hurt, and it extends to every relationship in his life, including that with his father. When Yai asks him, "Do you miss her, Dad?" - I don't think he's ever done that before.

I'm not crying, you're crying!

There's probably like, an official meaning for this white butterfly* but to me it means letting go and moving on, which is exactly what Yai is finally able to do.

(*It reminds me of the white butterflies in On Cloud Nine, where at the end Tiew and Mork were free to move on, as well.)

These guys better be in season 2. It's criminal how underused they were. We were promised cute and stupid bodyguards. Well, we got cute and stupid bodyguards but they could've been cute and stupid and kissing!!

Mangkorn is moving out, and the soft pink room is no longer soft and pink.

It seems like Mangkorn and Yai kept their distance for all of the remaining month. Which I suppose makes sense. They have a lot to think about and everything's uncertain.

The way this scene is structured might explain some of it. Its focus lies on three clearly separated areas. Mangkorn and Yai are wearing each other's colours but they won't cross the lines.

And when Yai moves towards Mangkorn it's to reassure him. It's to say that he's a good person, and that Yai's forever changed because of him.

When Mangkorn moves towards Yai it's to console him. To tell him that he's cherished in every single memory.

But it's temporary, and they never meet in the middle until the end of the episode.

Then there's the fireflies who have chosen this exact moment to make their return in order to cause the maximum amount of pain. Thanks. 🥲

It was over for me when Alyn Wee's ในวันที่สาย started playing. Choosing one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite artists for this scene feels like a personal attack on my life tbh 😭

I barely survived.

Fun fact: this is Bank's personal brand, Vanity Club.

I need to redo my 'Mangkorn leaving Yai notes' gifset because he's left him so many notes with little smileys on them!

He's also left him so many memories. Some old, like the red shirt with the same note he's left him before (and is it just my imagination or did the room get more... soft and pink).

Some new, like the memories they created together when they recorded over the video of their first night.

Looks like they gave mosbank the camera again and just told them to have fun with it.

"But in the end, life must go on."

Another scene that's not what it seems but at least I get to see Big and at least Nine did finally get the hint.

May turns into December and when Yai isn't wearing neutral colours he never stops wearing red. There's a sadness to it all at the beginning of the montage that later begins to fade. Yai seems to live in the past until he's pictured with the fireflies again. He now wants to move forward towards "the light at the end of the tunnel", and he starts making new memories, like when he makes a recording of the Christmas tree (to show Mangkorn later, I suppose).

It's now one year later and Yai finally gets to reopen his pub, now named The New Sunrise. It's what Mangkorn and Yai watch together at the end of the episode.

I suppose Mangkorn suddenly appearing looking like a snack counts as well since his given name Akira also means sun.

I can't get enough of these shots of just their shoes - and how much symmetry there is when there was absolutely none with Yai and Nine in a similar shot.

Speaking of Nine, in a total power move Mangkorn has asked Nine to deliver flowers to Yai. The absolute mad lad!

Not only did he agree to deliver the flowers in his own name, no, he also did so regularly. And he told Mangkorn to meet up with Yai before his flight to New York. We don't deserve Nine. Star Hunter, please, spare some Big in a main role 🫠

The flowers are lavender. I had to look this up because no one here cares about the meaning of flowers but apparently lavender is for devotion and love (it also keeps insects away, what a thoughtful choice!).

Mangkorn and Yai return to the place where they first became friends. It's now just as much their place as the soft pink room (I'll continue calling it that and no one can stop me). They're also no longer separated by clear lines.

They've crossed the lines and meet in the middle.

And later, when they watch the sunrise together, they're surrounded by green. The sunrise is red, and both together create this beautiful soft yellow that according to the show's director lies between red and green on the colour wheel. They're in perfect balance now.

I'm glad they didn't put Mangkorn in red here. It would have seemed too overpowering. Plus, the dark and light silhouettes of their shirts create a kind of yin & yang shape.

The scene ends with a voice-over by Yai. Remember the hourglass? Remember the advice given by Yai's father? Remember Yai's own realisation as he spent the year waiting for Mangkorn?

In the end, we don't know what the future holds. Good or bad things may happen to you when you least expect them to. But believe me, you will see the empowering light... that will help you overcome any problem you face.

But wait, there's more!

Yai's bedroom, which looked kind of impersonal before (and made Yai look really small) now looks much softer and more lived in.

Last week I was wondering if there was a Tortoise.

We got our Tortoise and he is adorable.

He's just a little guy, Mangkorn, stop giving him the stink eye.

I'm not sure if I see Tao as direct competition for Yai (but I'd love to see Kad in a role like this) but he's sure to mess up the balance between Dragon and Tiger. Plus, the tortoise is much, much tougher than it looks. It's a warrior. Its direction is North and its season is winter.

I wonder if Hong/Phoenix will play into it as well. There's four Guardians, after all.

But anyway, I'm so happy Big Dragon will get a second season. I was really sad to see it end and maybe mosbank with it. Now I get to stan for at least another year. Thank you, Star Hunter, I owe you my life 🙏

@lutawolf - I hope it's okay to tag you again (this time for real) since you liked the previous review 👉👈

#big dragon #big dragon the series #bd meta #jane watches stuff #this concludes my unnecessarily long big dragon reviews #i really liked writing them though #maybe i'll continue doing reviews for other bls?#i'd have to be really into them though #i'm usually just reviewing stuff by making gifs

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todouswife · 6 months

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Guardians of Serendipity- pt 4

Well, I think this is at least decent. but for the ppl who are interested in this story, it is deff gonna pick up and turn into more of an action/thriller romance story it's just starting off a little slow. sorry about that. I hope everyone enjoys!!!

Over the next couple of days, Yasmine made it a part of her routine to grab a cup of coffee with her new friends. They always made time in the morning to stop by and see Yasmine. She appreciated this even if it was short, it was nice. Yasmine was currently sitting on her bed scrolling through TikTok. She had been ignoring the calls and texts from her boyfriend for the past four days. She didn't know how to bring up what she knew. Her so-called best friend hadn't checked up on her since she saw her with her boyfriend. She was watching a video when she got a Facetime call from Shelby, her best friend, she debated on answering the call. Yasmine didn't really want to see or speak to her but figured it would be okay to answer the phone, maybe she would tell on herself and that would be the end of it.

As Yasmine answered the phone she heard Shelby speak, "Hey you haven't texted me in a while, are you okay?" she said, Yasmine sighed trying to figure out how she wanted to go about the conversation. She didn't know if she should bring up her boyfriend to see if Shelby had a reaction. After a brief pause, she decided to keep things cordial for now, not wanting to be too obvious about what she knew.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Yasmine replied with a forced smile. "I've just been dealing with some stuff lately. I haven't wanted to talk to anyone." Shelby seemed to accept the vague answer, but there was an underlying tension in the air. Yasmine couldn't help but feel betrayed and disappointed in her friend, who chose her boyfriend over their friendship.

"I understand, if you ever need to talk or hang out, I'm here for you," Shelby offered, though her words felt fake to Yasmine.

"I know I just haven't felt like doing much," Yasmine replied, masking her true feelings behind politeness.

Yasmine looked at Shelby through the phone screen. Shelby looked so natural while being so insincere to her. Yasmine felt a mixture of rage and sadness swirl within her. She wanted to yell and scream at Shelby through the phone but wanted to see how this would play out. Shelby hums to herself while biting her lip.

"Anyway, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," Shelby said hesitantly, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between them.

Yasmine's heart raced as she anticipated what Shelby might say. Was this it? Was she actually going to tell on herself? How did Yasmine want to react to it if it was?

"What is it?" Yasmine asked, trying to appear casual while her mind was racing.

Shelby took a deep breath, "I've been hanging out with Mekhi a lot lately, and I didn't want you to hear it from someone else, but..."

Yasmine braced herself for what was coming, her pulse quickening as she wondered if Shelby was actually going to tell her.

"But Mekhi and I are just friends," Shelby continued, the words coming out in a rush. "I know it might seem weird, but we've just been keeping each other company because we've both been feeling lonely."

Yasmine felt a mix of emotions at Shelby's explanation. Yasmine let her face scrunch up at the explanation. She lied but her lie wasn't any better than the truth. Shelby's heart began to race at Yasmine's facial reaction.

"So because y'all have been lonely, y'all have been hanging out enough for people to possibly be suspicious and come back and tell me? That shit is weird." Yasmine says mugging the girl on the other end of the phone.

Shelby's eyes widened, "No, it's not like that. We're just friends, really."

Yasmine couldn't believe the audacity of her to play it off so casually. Anger boiled in her, threatening to spill over. She decided to press further, wanting to see how far Shelby would go with her lies.

"Just friends, huh?" Yasmine replied clearly annoyed and angry. "Funny how you conveniently started hanging out with him right around the time that we started fighting."

Shelby hesitated, her eyes darting away from the camera for a moment. "Look, I didn't mean to neglect our friendship. It's just, Mekhi and I found comfort in each other during a tough time."

Yasmine scoffed, "Comfort? Is that what you call it? You found comfort in my boyfriend while I was dealing with my own problems?"

Shelby bit her lip nervously, realizing she was losing the upper hand in this conversation. "Yasmine, I swear, it's not what you think. We're just friends, and I didn't want to burden you with my own struggles."

Yasmine felt a surge of anger and betrayal. The person she thought she could rely on had betrayed her trust. "I'm not stupid Shelby, I know it was you with him at that cafe. Y'all were hugged up on each other. That's not something friends do. Besides don't you think it's better to put your problems on me rather than act booed up with my man?"

Shelby let out an aggravated sigh, "Yas, I was not booed up with him. You need to calm down, you are working yourself up over nothing." Yasmine decided she didn't want to listen to any more of her lies.

"No, I don't want to hear that shit. I already know that you are sleeping together, you can have him. Fuck you and him have a nice night." Yasmine hung up the phone and blocked Shelby and her ex.

The room was tense as Yasmine sat on her bed, her phone buzzing incessantly with messages from Shelby and Mekhi, probably from social media. She wanted to read them but she knew that it would just upset her more than she already was. Yasmine felt like she needed to talk with someone. Normally her go-to is her roommate and friend Jaleah but she was at work and Yasmine knew she shouldn't disturb her at work. With a deep breath, she dialed Roman's number.

Roman's voice came through the line, "Hey, Yasmine. Everything okay?"

Yasmine hesitated for a moment, her voice cracking some as the anger turned into sadness, "I need someone to talk to. Can you guys come over?"There was a pause, and Yasmine could almost hear the silent conversation among Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Solo.

Finally, Roman replied, "Of course. We'll be there in a bit."

"Thank you," Yasmine said with tears rolling down her face. Roman gave her a short response before hanging up the phone. Yasmine texted him her address and threw her phone to the side and then buried her face in her knees. It was so frustrating. Why did she have to be the one to go through this? While she had already come to terms with what was going on it didn't make it hurt any less. All the years worth of memories with the both of them were tainted. she spent so long and the two people she trusted the most hurt her in the worst way possible.

After about 20 long minutes there was a knock on the door. Yasmine drug herself out of bed, she stumbled a bit as she got up, her sight still blurred with tears. Yasmine reached the front door and looked through the peephole. She saw exactly who she was expecting so she opened the door to find Roman, Jey, Jimmy, and Solo standing there, they all looked worried. Yasmine steps to the side and lets them in the apartment. They silently walked in.

"Uh, make yourself comfortable," Yasmine weakly says with a sniffle.

Everyone settled in the living room, Roman, Solo, and Jimmy smooshed on a couch while Jey and Yasmine got comfortable on cushioned chairs.

"Yas were here for you. You just gotta tell us what's up." Jey says in a reassuring tone while looking at Yasmine. Yasmine sighs and looks at the floor as she begins to tell them everything. From what she found on her boyfriend's iPad to the Facetime call with Shelby and everything in between. Yasmine let it all out she needed it. She yelled, cried, and screamed. She felt so vulnerable.

Roman's face showed empathy for her, "I'm sorry you're going through this, Yasmine. I know it's not easy."Yasmine nodded, her eyes welling with tears once again, "Do you need a hug?" he said with his arms extended. Yasmine nodded, and they both got up to hug. Yasmine buried her face into Roman's chest and wrapped her arms around his torso, still slightly crying. Roman stroked her hair while having his other arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Jey trying to lighten up the mood gets up and wraps his arms around Yasmine's shoulders. "Let me get in on this." Yasmine giggles and pulls out of Romans's chest whipping her eyes.

"I'm actually so glad I ran into you guys," she sniffles again.

Jimmy smiles, "Yeah, and we're not going anywhere. You're stuck with us now." while following his brother's actions. Yasmine couldn't help but let out a small chuckle and hug the brothers back.

"Solo you gotta get in this hug now." Yasmine laughs, Solo smiles lightly and gets up to join the group hug. Yasmine smiles feeling comforted knowing she at least had a support system to help her. Soon they all separated and sat back down.

"Do you want to get some food and ice cream?" Jimmy asks

Yasmine's eyes brightened at Jimmy's suggestion. She quickly nodded her head yes. Roman chuckled, "Food and ice cream sound like a plan," He said, a reassuring smile on his face. The group quickly decided on a nearby diner known for its comfort food.

As they walked to the diner, the guys continued to crack jokes and share lighthearted banter. Yasmine found herself constantly laughing at the others.

The diner, with its cozy booths and familiar aroma of comfort food, provided a welcoming atmosphere. They ordered a variety of dishes, indulging in a collective feast that somehow made everything feel a little better.

Between bites, Jey asked, "So, what's the plan now, Yas? How do you want to handle all of this?"

Yasmine thought about the question for a second. She never actually got that far. "Honestly, I just want to move on. I don't think it's worth the heartache. I don't need that drama in my life. I think I mourned the relationship a while ago I just needed the push to say something."

Jimmy, with a playful grin, added, "If you need any revenge ideas, just let us know. We got you."

Yasmine chuckled, "No revenge needed. I wanna focus on myself and get myself right. I can't do that if I'm focused on getting my get back."

After the meal, they decided to cap off the night with a visit to an ice cream parlor. As they ate the sweet treats, Yasmine couldn't help but feel grateful for the turn in her day.

Later after Yasmine felt better the men took her back to her apartment and soon left after. On their car ride home they talked amongst themselves, Yasmine was so sweet. She was way too good for her ex, and while she didn't have the energy to do anything to make them as sad as her, that didn't go for her new friends. They were upset that someone had the nerve to do that let alone someone they had grown fond of. The four of them had connections and lots of them, and while they wouldn't let Shelby and Makhi be hurt physically they would be hit where it hurt for sure. They would make sure of it.

__________________________________ Now something small I wrote for it that isn't fully in the story and lowkey i love it, i like my men a little delulu but not everyone does sooooo

Solo sat in the backseat of the car as they drove through the city. The night had taken a turn, and he found himself feeling a mix of anger on behalf of Yasmine. He listened to the conversation in the car, his mind already formulating a plan. Yasmine may not have wanted to do anything but he and everyone in the car did.

Roman, driving the car, glanced at Solo through the rearview mirror. "Solo, you been quiet. What's on your mind?"

Solo leaned forward, his expression serious. "Yasmine didn't deserve any of this shit. It pisses me off they did that. I wanna do something to make them feel the same way."

Jimmy, turned around from the front passenger seat and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we can't let them think they can mess with one of ours and get away with it."

Jey chimed in, "But we gotta be smart about it. We can't risk bringing unnecessary attention."

Roman listened to the input from the twins and Solo, "I agree. We need to hit them where it hurts without causing more problems for ourselves."

As they continued to discuss their plan, Solo's thoughts were focused on the best way to deliver a message that would make Shelby and Mekhi regret their actions. He knew they had connections, and he intended to use them strategically.

Finally, Solo spoke up, "Let me handle this. I know some people who can make their lives a living hell without us getting directly involved."

Roman raised an eyebrow, "You sure about this, Solo? We don't want any unnecessary trouble."

Solo nodded, his jaw clenched. "I got it under control. They messed with one of ours, and they need to pay."

The car fell into a determined silence as they headed back to their usual meeting spot. Solo's mind was already working out the details of the plan. He knew how to navigate the underground, and he had connections that could make things very uncomfortable for Shelby and Mekhi.

As they pulled up to their destination, Solo looked at the brothers and Roman. "Trust me on this. I'll make sure they regret messing with Yasmine."

The twins exchanged glances before Jimmy grinned, "Do your thing, Solo. We got your back."

Solo stepped out of the car, his mind focused on the task at hand. Revenge wasn't always the answer, but in this case, he couldn't let the betrayal go unanswered.

As he disappeared into the night, the brothers and Roman exchanged a glance. They trusted Solo to handle things.

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they ain't gonna be physically harmed but their reputation may as well be dead as well as their social life but that's if I actually include this in the lore of the story lol :P

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@allknowingfaith from here

Ah, what is this? Perhaps in its haste to push itself back to its feet, The Lamb had neglected to realize that their actions had caused quite a bit of a scene within the cult's grounds. That was to say that if The Lamb had not been privy to the tension in the air before, they certainly were now — the many whispers of its followers seem to fill their ears at once, each voiced concerned only serving to further the pounding in their head. Yet again, it attempts to push itself to its feet in a feeble effort to assuage their worries, arms trembling ever-so-slightly with the exertion of it all…

Only for everything and everyone surrounding them to vanish in an instant. The familiar sensation of a numbing pressure begins to replace the former headache, driving away some of the pain, for better or worse. Unpleasant as it may have been for ??? to barge their way into its thoughts, it was certainly better than the alternative agony of earlier. Likewise, the sight of the stars glimmering within the nameless god's robes is rather comforting in its own right — a fact in which The Lamb would never admit to, even as their eyes begin to droop shut. However, with a shaky breath, the little sheep shakes themselves awake; it would seem as if they were not yet willing to accept the terms of the situation they had found themselves in. Nay, they simply continue to stare up towards the other deity, its tired gaze remaining stubborn as ever as it listens to their explanation in silence.

"…"

And silent, does The Lamb remain as it attempts to process ???'s words throughout the ebbing waves of its aches and pains. Alas, it is not exactly panic that grows within its chest at the thought of what He had done to them so much as it is a burning rage that takes form in its heart — just one of many such betrayals on the behalf of their predecessor, in the end. Perhaps they should have only expected as much, in retrospect…those damned bishops had always been the sort to act on impulse, with naught but their own interests in mind. Still, to accept the reality that had been laid before them was proving to be rather difficult for The Lamb to come to terms with. With a soft huff of annoyance, it completely ignores the gentle hand that has been offered upon it, not wanting to dignify the gesture with any sort of response.

"…Why yes, I had assumed that my body was more than capable of surviving this…transition to godhood. It has always done so before, so why would I possibly think any differently now?"

"How can I be to blame for the ignorance of another god? I cannot know that which was never disclosed to me prior. Typical as it ought to have been…"

Letting out yet another frustrated sigh, The Lamb closes its eyes as the nameless being's hand combs through its hair aimlessly…it would seem as if they had given up on the idea of fighting for their own personal space, for now. After all, there was no use in wasting what little energy they had left in arguing with ??? there; not when the battle had only just begun. The mention of having to rest for a handful of weeks does not appear to have gone over well with them, as it were. For a split second, its ears pin flat against its skull, eyes pinning rather anxiously before they're able to regain their composure. Crossing their arms indignantly, The Lamb continues to sit up straight as it signs to ??? further…or, at least as straight as they can manage to, given the circumstances.

"Oh, please…do not think that I need your pity now. I have managed just fine on my own before you arrived, and I am more than capable of continuing to do so. Besides…"

"…I believe that resting will not cure what ails me, anyhow. To be left with idle hands and little work will only exacerbate the issue further. Of that, I am certain."

#allknowingfaith #the end is nigh! [closed]#survived the fall from grace (good verse)#long post #WAOW I DID IT...WE ARE SO BACK...

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so I've been on a bit of a PandaRedd kick lately (as one does) (also hello new batfam hyperfixation, it's nice to finally be out of transformers land again), and specifically I have also been 1.) rewatching The Batman (2022) and 2.) watching his videos where he talks about that movie, and I want to talk about one of the points he brings up. Panda mentions that he'd like Batman to have the canonical solid white eyes even in live action, and that it would be totally possible for there to be a stylization choice where it happens specifically when he's fighting and you get the real eyes during all other scenes so you can get the subtle storytelling that having eyes visible makes possible, he even has the high-tech contact lenses that could switch to combat mode or whatever and go solid white during fight scenes and yes, that's a cool idea and a solid explanation and I do want Batman to get the white eyes in live action at some point, but.

The Batman is not the kind of movie where that would work.

(minor spoilers for The Batman 2022 ahead, and also no shade meant towards PandaRedd! I love basically all his stuff and this is actually a really good idea, I just don't think it's a good idea for this movie in particular, but this is just my take.)

It's too stylized, and it's not the kind of stylization where you can get away with hiding the eyes because it's stylized towards realism. I know that doesn't make any sense; lemme explain.

Everything in that movie is shunted so heavily towards gritty realism that even if you did have a good technical explanation for the eyes going white, it would feel out of place. Like, there's all the obvious stuff -- no superpowered villains, the Riddler is an internet weirdo, Pattinson plays the exact kind of guy who'd dress up as a bat because he's just that emo -- but there are also all the bits where even the Superhero Stuff is. just. it's slammed hard towards a very specific idea of dark realism. Batman's cape functions as a wingsuit, sure, that's a decent explanation for why he has it, but even on top of that when he actually tries to use it, rather than sticking the landing he gets caught on an overpass. And that's not some mid-fight-scene break where he's supposed to come back from it, it's just the end of the scene.

The Batmobile's introduction is of the engine powering up and the jet burner on the back igniting, and there's the big tension increase, and then... nothing. The car lurches forward, and Penguin runs, and then we get what is a fairly typical car chase scene. It only becomes the Batmobile at the very end, and that entire setup... watching it, I kind of felt like that was the moment in the movie where you're supposed to go oh shit this really is Batman, like it's pointing out that this really is a superhero movie in the first place. Compare that, to, idk, the car chases from the various Captain America movies, and it's so much more grounded, and it's deliberate about being so much more grounded, and it's doing that as a stylistic choice, to the point where it's going so far as to deliberately subvert expectations on scenes where no one in the audience would give a shit if it went a little more superhero-y with it. Batman could have stuck that landing; the Batmobile could have done more than a single rocket-powered boost, it would have been cool, people would have accepted it, and the directors didn't. (and just to be clear: I respect the hell out of that. That movie had a vision and a direction and it stuck to the fucking bit and I love it so so much for that)

Okay, but like, how does this connect to the white eyes thing? I'm getting to that, and I brought up the realism point because that applies to the fight scenes too. Batman, in this movie, doesn't fight like a superhero. Basically every other superhero fight scene I've ever seen -- even the unpowered ones -- honestly especially the unpowered ones! -- has been filmed to look as flashy as humanly possible, wild full-body throws and acrobatics and scenery changes and cinematography designed to be as dynamic and dramatic as possible, but this movie? It's filmed like a fucking brawl. Batman gets swarmed, he gets closed in on, there are no massive, visually-impressive swings, there's no innovative usage of scenery, he moves kind of stiffly like he's wearing mildly-cumbersome armor, and that's why I think the white eyes wouldn't work.

Even with a high-tech explanation based on stuff that's already in the movie, even the fight scenes emphasize so very, very strongly that Batman is just some guy in a bat suit. That's so much of the movie -- even without getting to see Bruce Wayne all that much, the fact that he's just some dude, he's got limits and fallibility, is very much emphasized. Adding in the white eyes would detract from that. The combat scenes aren't about a superhuman -- none of them are. They're about a person. It's why the big climactic scene of the movie isn't really the fight against the Riddler's followers -- that's over pretty quick, actually? or at least it felt pretty quick. The Big Climactic Ending is Batman jumping onto the sparking cable to cut it and then saving everyone in the water below. Even in such a strongly-visually-stylized movie, the white eyes wouldn't match the tone, and they especially wouldn't match during the fight scenes, because the fight scenes are deliberately going for a sense of realism.

The white eyes are a cryptid thing, and this Batman isn't a cryptid.

He's just a person.

#the batman 2022 #batman #batman meta #film analysis #the batman #battinson

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 1 year

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Please give me more "Morph comes back wrong after Sinister" headcanons.

Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about Morph! I don't really have super dark headcanons, just Morph having to come to terms with the fact that they'll never be quite the same person that they were before Sinister resurrected them and put them through a mental wringer. But it's going under a read-more, because I have way too much to say about this minor character.

In the show, Morph comes back with what appears to be two distinct personalities, like Good Morph and Dark Morph, and they are both fighting for control and maybe not fully aware of each other. Dark Morph was like a warped version of how Morph used to be, they are cracking jokes while attacking their team-mates, while Good Morph is just scared and confused. Btw, it's honestly impressive that Morph manages to basically run rings around all their teammates when they first infiltrate the mansion, while obviously having some kind of mental breakdown, and making up half their plan on the fly. They've got the advantage of surprise, but damn, they almost take everyone out, and only get found out because Wolverine can smell them.

Dark Morph seems to have come about because of trauma + Sinister fucking around. I kind of headcanon that previously, Morph was one of the peacemakers on the team. They probably had to be, in order to be close friends with Wolverine, and their joking around seems to be more about defusing tension than taking shots at people. At least prior to Sinister it was, Dark Morph gets nasty and they pull no punches. (I thought Morph was antagonizing Gambit in the first episode with "Don't worry Gambit, I'll go like this," but when I rewatched awhile back, I noticed Gambit actually grins in response. So maybe Morph was actually trying to joke away the tension of "Sorry I got picked for the mission and you didn't.") Exiles Morph also has being something of a people pleaser in his backstory - he spent childhood using his powers to maintain a human-looking form, and basically turn into whatever made the people around him happy. So I could see this being part of TAS series Morph's personality as well. I think Dark Morph happened in part because Morph could NOT deal with the feelings of resentment and anger that naturally arose from being abandoned on a mission. (And I'm sure Sinister gave them the worst possible explanation of what happened. "Your team left you lying on the ground like a piece of trash," rather than "Your team had to run because they were getting their asses handed to them by Sentinels.") I think Dark Morph was the feelings of anger and hate that Good Morph didn't want to accept or acknowledge, which was then exploited and exacerbated by Sinister.

I also think that Xavier's method of "fixing" Morph after they are rescued involved Morph having to confront and accept Dark Morph rather than just locking them away in their mind. Morph had to accept that there is a dark part of their psyche that is capable of doing terrible things, just like anyone has. (As Jean said, "We all have our dark days.") And the solution was basically the two personalities merging back together into a whole psyche. Of course, comics Xavier would probably just lock away Dark Morph like a band-aid solution, and Morph would have to deal with it later, but TAS Xavier actually seems like a decent guy. Just like TAS Beast, who is probably the best version of Beast at this point, he's become such a monster in the comics.

Morph still "hears" Dark Morph sometimes, like a nasty little voice in their head, but that nastiness is reintegrated into their psyche, not a separate personality that could take over. They don't like it, but they've learned to deal with it.

Morph absolutely had moments, especially when they were on the run after the team's first encounter with Sinister (first two episodes of Season 2) when they considered just ending it all. They felt that they had come back irreparably broken, that they should have stayed dead and their continued existence was a danger to their teammates. I think in those moments, Dark Morph was the one who intervened and keep them alive.

I actually have a vague idea for an X-Men 97 episode where Morph is temporarily possessed by Proteus (who in TAS is just a trouble kid who calms down after his father shows him some love). Exiles Morph was taken over by Proteus for awhile, and it was discovered that Morph's unique body type as a shape-shifter does not burn out like other hosts. So I can imagine something similar happening in TAS. Proteus, with a kid's logic, puts Morph's mind in some kind of pleasant dream, and assumes that's fine because Morph is "happy." And Dark Morph is the one to break through the dream and get Morph to properly "wake up." Dark Morph gives Morph a little speech about how they are a necessary part of their psyche. Basically, "You need me, I'm the one that protects you, I'm the one who gets angry on our behalf when you are too weak-willed to do it." If the writers want to be really "artsy" about it, the episode could start with Morph already in the dream, and follow their perspective. Dark Morph keeps trying to break through, and Morph is terrified, thinking that they are losing their mind again, only to wake up from the dream and realize that Proteus has taken over their body. Then Morph and Proteus talk things out, Kevin to Kevin, and Proteus agrees to leave, because TAS likes happy endings where things work out.

Courage mentions Morph dealing with nightmares at the beginning, and although that episode focuses on Sentinels, I'd imagine that most of Morph's nightmares are all about Sinister. Sleep paralysis incidents with Sinister looming over them, dreams of being trapped back in Sinister's lab. Dreams of Dark Morph taking over and doing unforgivable things, like killing a teammate, and Morph waking up and having to spend a good hour or more calming down and convincing themself that it didn't really happen. I think the nightmares definitely continue, Morph is just better at brushing it off and managing a decent night's sleep. Morph is also often unsure about whether the dreams are memories or just dreams, because their memories of their time with Sinister are fractured and incomplete.

Speaking of which, I think Morph has an incomplete memory of what happened when Dark Morph took over, and that makes things even worse. They KNOW that they hurt their teammates, and they are deeply sorry - but in some cases they have no memory of what they did. And they are haunted by the idea that they might have done even worse things, but will never know because they can’t remember.

I think in Courage, Morph was very much over-compensating and trying to jump back into the "funny guy" role that everyone expects from them, to convince everyone (and themself) that they are totally okay and can go back to "normal." I'd like to imagine that in X-Men 97 Morph will be a little more serious and subdued. They still crack jokes, because that is part of who they are, but they've recognized that they can't ever go back to the person they were before the Sentinel attack. And that's okay, the new Morph can also be "normal."

Sorry, this was less dark headcanons about Morph coming back "wrong," and more Morph has to reckon with coming back deeply traumatized and undergoing a long process of healing while accepting that they will never be quite the same. I don't necessarily want Morph to be a traumatized ball of angst in X-Men 97, I want to see them as a normal team-member, just going on missions and making bad shape-shifting puns. But I also want to see a more serious and mature Morph, who has come through some bad shit and recovered.

Also, I think Morph and Jean would totally bond over dying and coming back to life, as well as having to face their own dark sides. It's the "We died and also committed atrocities" club.

#morph #kevin sydney #tw: suicide mention

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Tokyo Babylon - CLAMP Premium Collection - Commentary Pt. 2

Previous Part Next Part

In this part, I will talk about Chapter 1: Babel. But first,

Overall, I didn't find any script differences in the CPC Japanese and translation version like Chapter 0, but some things I noticed so far are:

1) Before, I talked about how Subaru called Hokuto and vice versa, but in this whole volume, Hokuto called Subaru as "Subaru" and Subaru called Hokuto as "Hokuto-chan". Additionally, Hokuto, when her tension is up, she called Seishiro as "Sei-chan" and when she is talking on serious matters, she called Seishiro as "Seishiro-chan".

2) This is pretty much my opinion, but I feel like it's either Subaru is the type to take everyone's good side first before everything else or he is a bit untouch of the world. I felt frustrated reading this chapter because, what vet could interfere his kekkai and burn dead spirits 😩 I was entirely frustrated of this boy as much as I love him, and he has been red-flagged since chapter 1. A story that will never end in happy ending if Subaru keeps acting like this (and he did, until the very end).

3) CLAMP did have fun channeling their love for boys' love and they didn't even shy away from making direct romantic confrontation between the main characters in this series. I understand now why TB is one of the dearest series to them and they did their best with the CPC covers. You can see how much they are having fun with the covers. And to think this series is released in 1990, when same-sex romance wasn't quite accepted in this world. On serious note, they are so amazing that I squealed in panic whenever Seishiro kabedon-ing Subaru and, oh my, the boy didn't even flinch. If only they are that bravery now 👀

ANYWAY let's proceed to the commentary. Chapter 1 is about the lady who took suicide as she felt frustrated with her life and she stayed in Tokyo Tower because this is the only place that makes her love Tokyo, even just a bit.

The chapter cover is 9.9/10. So pretty, so amazing, so beautiful. Subaru and tulips are good friends now.

We started the chapter by the staffs explaining about what happened with Tokyo Tower. Running gag number one: the staffs asking him for signs. I would do the same tho if I can meet Subaru 🤭 On serious note, I noticed Subaru has a sympathethic power (is this even a thing?) to the point he could place himself in the woman's place when she fell down from the tower. Subaru, a medium, could see someone's memories to some extend and talked to their unconsciousness side. He probably could feel their emotions as well, no matter how painful they are. This is why when Hokuto died, he could see what actually immediately though not entirely, thus he could wake up out of trauma right away. As he grew up, he has some better grip of himself and wouldn't let the emotion get him anymore, which is why he could symphatize with Kamui's pain, but doesn't let himself swayed away again like when he was younger. But this is my opinion and has no prove, anyway.

Then Hokuto and Seishiro went to Tokyo Tower too and...

Hokuto: Tokyo Tower is a good spot for date.

Subaru: Whose?

Hokuto: Subaru's.

Subaru: With who?

Hokuto: Sei-chan.

Subaru: WH-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, HOKUTO-CHAN

This one is way funnier in Japanese because Subaru only changed one particle to ask questions 😭 Damn, supportive sister Hokuto-chan, approving your love life right away.

Then Seishiro told Hokuto to not disturb Subaru in work and then running gag number one happened again. Then the three went on sighseeing in Tokyo Tower and Seishiro bought Subaru ice cream...

Please notice that Subaru touched Seishiro's hand like that (either to support his hand so the ice cream doesn't fall or he is unconsciously attracted to Seishiro, it's yours to decide).

Then Hokuto repeated the explanation we have chapter 0 about Subaru being 13th Head of Sumeragi Clan and Seishiro possibly coming from Sakurazukamori clan. Hokuto also talked about how Subaru was trained by their grandma (she called her grandma obaa-chama, which is so cute 😭) and...

Seishiro's face when Hokuto explained the gloves 👀 sus you man

Then an earthquake happened and Seishiro supported Subaru. Hokuto commented that "it's a good picture". Look at Seishiro's face.

New meme.

Skip skip, the whole thing escalated. Subaru and Seishiro stayed in Tokyo Tower together and talked about it. The woman's spirit appeared as well and after some fights, we had Subaru said he forgot that...

Seishiro is an onmyojutsu user as well.

Okay. So. Subaru. How come you let that man mandhandled you so easily? You damn whipped one little man.

I already vented my frustration above so let me enjoyed the romantic part now.

Then yada yada happened, Subaru talked to the woman and Seishiro literally made her mad again, sigh, while Subaru said he didn't even bothered by that at all and he understood what she felt, but took suicide isn't right. When she asked if Subaru would forgive her for bothering him, Subaru said yes and she is happy. She moved on by saying that actually her days in Tokyo were fun and she came to like Tokyo even for a little.

And after that the two went to the special viewing area, the place that she mentioned in her story. Then they talked why someone loves someone else if that causes them pain, and Seishiro confessed his love towards Subaru again...

HOW DARE YOU KABEDON-ING SUBARU LIKE THAT AND THIS BOY DIDN'T EVEN FLINCHED!!!???

Just when we are getting into the mood 😩 he really said his infamous line here ✋️ hands off my man you one manslaughter for breaking the whole mood.

Me at this panel:

And that's for chapter 1! Chapter 1.5 is probably a bit longer because there are many things I want to comment, and how 🚩 Subaru, and how stressed I was when I read the whole chapter 😩✋️ See you next time.

#i see why seishiro is so whipped with subaru #like he is a clear glass #not even flinching over kabedon #im as frustrated as hokuto #tokyo babylon #sumeragi subaru #sumeragi hokuto #sakurazaka seishiro #clamp premium collection

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SEQUEL TO “don’t forget it”

SYNOPSIS: One week after accidentally blowing you off on your date, Bakugou Katsuki seeks your forgiveness.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

genre: fluff, very little angst

word count: 5.4k+

warnings: none really accept maybe a character sustaining an injury

author’s note: hellooooo this is a very very very late part 2 of my don’t forget it drabble that many people asked for! i hope this lived up to your expectations and was worth the wait!

Since the events that led you to leave Bakugou’s room in a fit of bitterness after attempting to penetrate that thick head of his, he hadn’t been able to speak to you for a week.

It goes without saying he did his best to chase you down the hallway from his room and toward the elevator the moment he realized his faults. But at the stink eye you shot him through the minimizing slit of the elevator doors sliding into place, he knew he had no right to reconcile with you after pulling a stunt like that. Nor did he think you’d want to spare him any more words to begin with. It was clear you were done arguing with him.

“C’mon man, it’s probably best to let her cool down before you try to make up with her,” was the advice Kirishima offered when Bakugou returned to his room, disgruntled as he heavily fell back into his seat next to the desk. He did the bare minimum to acknowledge his friend’s words with a grunt before resuming tutoring the redhead, his method of teaching suddenly harsher than how it began thanks to his soured mood. He lapsed the day away by pounding Kirishima with problems upon problems against that hard noggin of his, both literally and figuratively.

At the very least, Kirishima earned himself a passing grade on their exam as a result of his hard work and their rigorous tutoring sessions. But what followed Bakugou’s and your relationship was still undetermined.

Days later and you were relentless in giving him the cold shoulder.

Bakugou was met with nothing but empty glances and blatant disinterest whenever he crossed your path. It felt like the wall you slotted between him grew another layer at each encounter, your defenses so impenetrable, it could give Kirishima’s quirk a run for its money. He couldn’t so much as utter a word in your direction without you effectively dodging every possible interaction in favor of joining another conversation nearby.

At first, Bakugou shrugged it off, calling your “childish attitude” unwarranted for something he thought was incredibly trivial. In his eyes, it was just an ordinary date at some run-of-the-mill restaurant he just happened to suggest to you because he took a liking to their spicy food. Not like it was some fancy dinner reservation serving caviar on dry toast beside a pretty, city night skyline. To him, it was nothing special.

However, as the week continued to roll by, it became clear to him how much he hurt you due to his selfishness. In a hangout with the Bakusquad, he learned that you apparently told Mina, along with the rest of the girls, everything during one of your girls’ nights. Which included the events prior to your heated argument in Bakugou’s dorm. And Mina, being just as peeved as you were at how Bakugou stood you up that day, had to let the blond know of the damage he’d done.

“I swear, Bakugou Katsuki, I know you can be an asshole sometimes—”

“Make that all the time,” Sero quietly adds in the middle of Mina’s rant while he lounges backward on Kaminari’s bed. If it wasn’t for his current dilemma, Bakugou would have elbowed him in the back of the head.

“—but this is crossing the line!” she finishes. Her arms are thrown exaggeratedly over her chest. The amber surrounded by the black scleras of her eyes points a beady look at the ash-blond crisscrossed on the floor between Kirishima and Kaminari.

“Poor girl sat there for hours waiting for you, only to find out she got blown off because you couldn’t even properly check your reminders!” She paces back and forth in the room, feet excessively stepping across the floor as she’s engulfed by the emotions she feels for her friend. “What’s worse? She comes back and finds out you’ve been doing your own thing with Kirishima the whole time!”

“Hey! It’s not like we were playing around! We were actually having a very serious study grind, thank you very much,” the redhead immediately clarifies. Though his explanation doesn’t alleviate Bakugou’s case in the slightest, who pounds his palms against the surface of the table they’ve gathered around.

“Look. I fucking get it, Ashido. I screwed up, okay?! Now what the fuck do you want me to do about it?!” he exclaims, anger overpowering his voice, but it does little to deter Mina.

“Fix it, obviously!” she quips back with equal fierceness, leaning in eye level with Bakugou.

“And how do you propose I do that, Raccoon Eyes? Hah?” Repositioning his elbow to rest on the table, he leans his cheek against his hand. “Y/n won’t even let me within five fucking feet in front of her and you still expect me ‘fix this’?”

Despite the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders, no immediate answer is bestowed upon him. That is, except the obnoxiously loud crinkle of a chip bag popping open next to Bakugou that cleaves into the scene like a record scratch. As if unable to read the mood in his own room, Kaminari fishes a chip to throw in his mouth, stirring the awkward silence into tension.

“Wow, Bakugou. I know you’re bad with girls and all, but you really messed up this time,” he remarks. His voice is slightly muffled as he munches his chips, continuing to wrinkle the bag for more. It incites a vein to swell on Bakugou’s forehead. He amasses all the willpower within him not to blast the bag of chips to ash, and the boy alongside it.

“If you dunce faces are just gonna sit here and throw salt in my wound then I’m outta here.”

“No, wait!” Kirishima catches Bakugou’s wrist before he fully lifts himself off the floor. “Come on, Bakugou, I’m sure we can think of something! We just need to put our heads together! Right, guys?” he assures. Finding it hard to deny his friend’s hardened conviction, Bakugou gives Kirishima the benefit of the doubt, albeit with slumped shoulders and a tentative raise of his brow as he slowly sits back down.

“Right! Everyone, let’s get some brainstorming done!” Mina yells encouragingly.

The atmosphere of Kaminari’s room is consumed by moderately thoughtful silence for the next ensuing minutes. A few hums pass, followed by an exchange of contemplative looks as four of the five rack their heads together to uncover a solution. The one in need of help only hunches in his seat, waiting with mild disinterest.

“Oh hey, don’t we have hero training with All Might tomorrow?” Sero is the first to comment, scooting to the edge of the blond’s bed.

“Yeah. So?”

“He said we were going to work on group exercises this time around. You know, teamwork and stuff,” he explains further.

At that, Mina snaps her fingers, the work of a brilliant idea flickering in her head. “Sero, that’s it! Tomorrow, during training, we’ll just form a group together with Y/n! After all, she’ll have to talk to Bakugou if you two are on the same team!” She claps her hands in front of her, her enthusiasm rippling through her body and shown energetically with each raise of her voice. “Then, while the rest of us ‘split up’ to cover more ground, that will be your chance to make everything better with Y/n! It’s genius!”

“You missed one fucking crucial detail, Pinky,” Bakugou gruffs. “That will only work if Y/n doesn’t join another group. The moment she sees I’m on yours, she’s not even going to hesitate making a u-turn.”

“Worry not~ I’ll just text all the girls except Y/n about the plan later and ask them to help sort everyone out!” She solves the problem with relative ease—quick as a click of her phone lighting up and finger sliding open to her messages.

“Uh, another thing though.” Kirishima raises his hand to spare his concern. “All Might says we’ll be splitting into groups of five at most, but there’s already five of us here.”

There’s a brief moment of deadpanning until Mina speaks casually. “Oh, that’s right. Kaminari. Take one for the team and make sure to join another group, ‘kay?” She settles without batting a lash.

Kaminari almost chokes on a mouthful of chips. “H-Huh?! What?! Why me?!!” he sputters.

“Because you’ve been eating chips this entire time and haven’t contributed to anything.”

“Hey, I offered the room, didn’t I?!” He tries justifying but is inevitably rejected by Mina’s wagging finger.

“Ah-ah, no complaints! Besides, it’s only one day of training. If we want this dilemma between Bakugou and Y/n fixed then we all have to play our part, got it?” Mina finalizes with a firm point of her finger nearly grazing the tip of the blond’s nose as he leans back to avoid it, eyebrows scrunched in discontent at the role he’s been reduced to.

“Alllllright!” Kirishima springs from his seat with outstretched arms and tightened fists. “Operation: Get Y/n to Forgive Explosion Boy is underway!”

“Dude, that’s a terrible name!” Sero laughs but rises from the bed to join the redhead’s cheer alongside Mina, the group already in high spirits.

Despite rolling his eyes at their swell of confidence, Bakugou does not object to the state of things. As crazy as it sounds, one could almost decipher the cusp of a grin pulling the seams of his lips as a possible sign he’s actually all for this extravagant little plan. Quite a first for Bakugou, but then again, there’s not much else he can do in this situation except rely on his pack of chumps.

Meanwhile, Kaminari grumbles something beneath the salty grit between his teeth.

“Alright, can you all get out of my room now?”

The scowl etched on your face carries a strong air of disdain that dampens the mood around your teammates considerably. Well, no one should be surprised. With Bakugou standing across from you, staring into the void of your expression, it’s to be expected that you wouldn’t be happy with this outcome.

No, “unhappy” doesn’t quite do your circumstance justice. You are beyond livid.

You feel your eyebrow twitch as you try quivering your lips to form a tinge of a smile. Unfortunately, all that quickly falls apart when you suddenly recall the disaster of last week, triggered by an accidental glance at Bakugou’s mug.

Trying to simmer down, you release a mental sigh amidst the turmoil boiling inside you.

Okay, maybe you’re over-exaggerating. Maybe you’re still just a bit too bitter for your own good and letting your emotions get to you. But in a class of twenty or some students, how did you end up in a group with the one person you were actively trying to avoid?

The moment All Might gave everyone the go-ahead to form their teams for today’s training exercise, you swiftly made a beeline toward two particular star students. Midoriya and Todoroki.

It was simple really. Your experiences throughout the school year told you Bakugou planned on staying away from his rivals when it came to teamwork, regardless of whether you’re there or not. He’s a competitive ass whose goal is to beat anyone he deems a threat in his climb to be the number one hero. It’s only logical you partner with people he adamantly dislikes to evade him.

Yet it seems fate has other plans for you today. By the time you found yourself pacing over to the two students you had in mind, they’d already gone and picked their own group members, forming teams before you could even ask.

Your nose wrinkles like you’ve taken a whiff of something rancid. Or, to be more specific, something fishy. Hooking an arm around Mina’s elbow, you drag the pink-haired girl off to a corner somewhere while tilting your head back at the three other boys.

“Ex. Cuse. Us.” Your words sound as stiff as cardboard. It comes out in practically a hiss when your eyes cross Bakugou. Once you’re positive you’re out of earshot, you whip your head at Mina.

“Mina, what the hell? When you dragged me over here to form a group with you you didn’t tell me he’d be there,” you groan. Childish and petty as you may sound, you just couldn’t fathom the idea of confronting the boy so soon.

Mina holds her hands out, ready to rationalize the whole ordeal. “C’mon Y/n, this is actually an advantage for us! With us four plus you on our team, we’re sure to knock the rest of the other guys out during training today! I mean we showed pretty good teamwork together at the sports festival, didn’t we?”

Steadying your gaze, you hold a finger below your chin as you slowly buy into the explanation. The reasoning is there. It’s hard to argue against a case like that, fully aware that being on the same team as explosion boy will easily snag good results for you and your party. ‘Cause as much of an arrogant jerk as he is, you have to admit Bakugou Katsuki knows his way around hero action like the back of his grenade gauntlets.

“Besides it’s not like you could avoid him for the entire school year. I mean, you two are in the same class. It was only a matter of time before you had to—”

“I know, Mina,” you interject, not wanting the rest of her sentence about the inevitable fall to your ear. “I just… Agh, you know what I mean!” You ruffle your hands through your hair in confliction, unsure how to piece your thoughts together.

Tilting your head over Mina’s shoulder, you sneak a glimpse at Bakugou, watching him as he’s cast to the side with the others. He’s fending himself from Kirishima and Sero’s combined jokes, that usual look on his face sending glares at the two and yelling something you could almost pick up on if you honed your ears a bit more. Surprisingly, when his eyes meet yours for a split second, he stands there looking nonchalant again. Both of you immediately avert your gazes.

Mina pats your shoulder, bringing you back to the conversation at hand. “I know, I know, but after this, I’m sure you can go back to ignoring his ass. After all, it’s just one training exercise, right?” she says. As her words deliver some relief to your ill-timed situation, you give in with a sigh.

Unbeknownst to you, turning your back to Mina and striding toward the rest of your teammates again, you miss the small glint in her yellow eyes, along with the subtle gestures she aims at the three boys, waving her pointed thumbs over your head secretively.

“So I take it you’re on the team with us, Y/n?” Sero asks when the two of you return. You nod in reply and the boy flashes his pearly whites in a wide grin that Kirishima mirrors. He nudges Bakugou at his sides which you subtly catch in the far corner of your eye.

You raise a brow suspiciously at their fidgeting, wondering why having you on their team warrants such enthusiasm, but you’re thankful for their energy at least. Someone has to lift the atmosphere for this not to be a complete drag and Bakugou surely isn’t going to be the mood maker of the group.

The blond scoffs. “Yeah, well, if you dumbasses are going to form a team with me, you’ll follow under my leadership, got it?”

The three readily agree. Though you roll your eyes, you don’t challenge his position, considering no one else is that much up to the task as he is. You’ll simply have to deal with the fact that you’re forced to tread through the day under his leadership. So with no objections, the five of you walk back to the class, gathering around the entrance of today’s battlefield.

Jumping into the activity, All Might goes about explaining today’s lesson to the four sets of teams—consisting of a group exercise to heighten teamwork. The name of the game? Capture the flag.

In short, each team will be split off into different sections of the labyrinth where their assigned flag is stationed. The objective is to not only protect your flag from being stolen but also try and steal an opposing team’s flag from their base and escort it safely to your home field. Nice and simple.

Not long after All Might’s explanation, the gate to the training grounds opens and you all scatter off into your teams, navigating through the twists of the maze to locate your flags. Once your group situated themselves onto your home base, you assemble in a huddle to devise a strategy before the game starts.

“So what’s the plan?” Kirishima asks, eyes darting around his teammates until they rest on Bakugou—the team leader. The ash-blond crosses his arms, a confident sneer plastered on his face as he’s already thought of his plan of action the moment All Might announced the mission.

“Easy. I’m going straight to the front-lines to swipe one of those dumbasses’ flags. You lot are gonna stay here and guard ours until I come back.” He delivers the strategy in a matter-of-fact tone that you quickly don’t take a liking to. Your fist curls in irritation.

“What kind of a plan is that?” you question audaciously, your voice louder than you intended. “So you’re just going to do all the work while we sit around and wait for you?”

Bakugou grits his teeth, leaning further into the huddle to direct his senseless logic. “Look, it’s the fastest and most surefire way to snag our victory without sacrificing anyone,” he says. Playing over his words again, he finds it surprising he even chooses to offer his reasoning. Because if it were anyone other than you he was arguing with, he’s certain he’d leave it at that.

Knowing the current tension between you was a result of his misjudgment, it feels only right for Bakugou to make an effort in communication. He ignores the antsy expressions belonging to the others who signal from behind you to follow along with their original plan.

You don’t seem to catch the hint, nor do you buy into his ridiculous strategy. “Oh, so you’re that confident you won’t get taken out by the other team then?” you quip. As a result, Bakugou’s brows tighten at your noncompliance.

“I know how to take care of myself. You of all people should realize by now that no other nerd in this whole damn class can outmatch me.”

“And what about an ambush? How do you know they simply won’t anticipate your strategy and see you coming?” You fire another counterargument and the boy purses his lips, beginning to find this quarrel spiraling into a headache rather than a step in the direction of reconciliation.

While Sero and Kirishima stand there, shifting their heads back and forth throughout the fiery exchange, Mina speedily reacts. The gears of that cunning mind of hers click into place again.

“You know what, Y/n’s right. Why don’t you two go together then?” she proposes boldly. Her suggestion catches you by complete surprise. You veer in her direction with an incredulous look blown in your eyes.

Before you can open your mouth to protest, the two boys standing beside her immediately back her up.

“Hm, Mina has a point. The chances of you falling into a trap wouldn’t be much if you two work together,” Sero remarks.

Kirishima follows, “Yeah, you guys can watch each other’s backs while going to collect the flag! It’s safer to go in a pair than by yourselves I’d say.”

The three seem adamant about the idea, sharing equally content expressions, and with all that said, you find it hard to dig yourself out of this situation. In a way, you practically volunteered yourself after questioning Bakugou’s plan and doubting his abilities. The group only feels it’s right you come along as his support since you clearly must be worried about his well-being.

Pushing your objections down your throat, you reluctantly agree to tag along with the blond. What you find exceptionally shocking is how Bakugou doesn’t oppose these new conditions. Given his hard-headed temperament, you thought he would’ve scoffed and turned his back at being paired without notice, but no such things were happening here.

...Odd.

“Tch, whatever. Let’s get going then,” is all he gives, starting in the direction into the urban area of the training course.

You trail behind him. “Coming, Boom-Boy…” you mutter the last bit but don’t suppress the urge to let your words be known. Bakugou turns his head and gives you a look akin to an uptight six-year-old you just offended at your local playground. You shrug in response, a corner of your lip pinched upward. He doesn’t pick a fight over the nickname, but his eyebrows remain fiercely slanted, and coupled with his heavy steps and the excessive swinging of his gauntlet-clad arms, it tells you of his emotional constipation plain as day.

The journey toward the other teams’ flags is cloaked in strained silence and the physical gap between you two does not encourage any of you to speak up. At this point, both of your levels of annoyance for each other have mellowed out. Now it just feels... awkward—strange. You don’t see his expression, nor does he see yours. It feels like you’re being left in the dark, having only the back of Bakugou’s head to stare at the entirety of the way, and though you supposedly have his back, Bakugou feels precarious in this state as he trudges along at the front, not daring to turn his head to cross your eyes.

The ambiance is reminiscent of the ancient Greek legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. Where Bakugou walks through the depths of the underworld, seeking you out in hopes you’d join his side once again. If he turns around now and spills his thoughts to you too soon, he fears that your forgiveness would be whisked away, thoroughly beyond his reach, and replaced with your promises of retribution.

That was the eloquent version of the situation anyway. To put it bluntly, Bakugou was just impatient as hell to say something to you. The silence suffocates him to the point where the words are nearly about to be squeezed out of his throat, but he bites his lip to snuff out the urges.

The more he keeps them in, the more fidgety he becomes, hands itchy and mouth trembling with grit between his teeth. The idea of not letting his voice be heard was something Bakugou detested. Mainly because it was already such a challenge to even keep his mouth shut, given his fiery attitude and lack of patience.

Man, what the hell am I hesitating for? he asks himself, that outspoken side of him spurring him on.

Ah, screw the uncertainty, he thinks. If he doesn’t say anything now, then he won’t get to say anything ever.

Bakugou stops in his tracks, turning his head. Here goes nothing,

“Hey, Y/n, I–”

“Katsuki–”

Words collide into each other, jumbled and incoherent, which take you two by surprise as you meet each other’s furrowed gazes. It’s quiet as you both piece your way through this, eyes trained like you haven’t seen each other in months when the reality is that a week of bitterness has somehow made you act like strangers. The bewildered look crossing his features is foreign to you; you’ve never quite seen Bakugou as taken aback as he is now.

“You first,” you grant before Bakugou could mix up your words again. Even being given permission, the blond still isn’t sure what to say, his thoughts lost on him the moment his voice clashed with yours. He takes a deep breath, calming his senses and steadying his mind for what he wants to convey.

“Look, Y/n, I don’t know how to put this as nicely as I can,” he begins, tone consistent yet wary, assessing your expression, “but I know I fucked up and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you there all by yourself. I shouldn’t… have blown you off like that and forgotten about you.” He delivers this bluntly—honestly—as open as a boy of his nature can muster with arms spread out, willingly exposing him to his faults and your reprisals.

Looking at you, he finds your eyes are cast to the floor, assuming to be reflecting on his words carefully. After some deliberation, you come across the vermillion in his eyes.

“Frankly, I haven’t entirely forgiven you just yet. But I will say that despite how I’ve been acting, I’m not as mad at you as you think,” is what you give, and Bakugou would be lying to himself if he didn’t achieve relief at your statement. He mentally releases a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding throughout the exchange. However, you aren’t done yet.

“I just want you to understand what moments like those mean to me. It’s during that time where I can share my feelings and learn more about you—understand who you are,” you say. Bakugou latches onto every word. “And it goes both ways, you know. It’s hard to want to stay in a relationship with someone who doesn’t make an effort to make time for you.” It’s obvious you aim that comment at him as Bakugou’s eyes soften slightly hearing it. His calloused, glove-clad hands wrap into his palms. Man, he really was a jerk.

“Still… I know you’re making an effort to be sincere and that you’re genuinely sorry for what happened, especially considering how the others seem to have set this whole conversation up, right?” Bakugou winces over the Bakusquad’s ploy coming to light and makes a note not to follow along next time unless those dummies can scrape up a more elaborate plan.

Despite that, he presses on, “So, what does this mean?” A smile settles on the curve of your lips, sensing his impatience as his voice hastens you along.

“Well…” you begin, speech drawn out in anticipation as you step toward him to where Bakugou follows your movements. That is until he catches a few shadowy figures shifting around atop the small building behind you. Before you can open your mouth to continue, his instincts flare to life.

“Hey, look out!” he exclaims, already acting on his warnings by lunging forward to push you out of the way. Your breaths draw back into your lungs, your body thrust abruptly into the opposite direction. Landing on your butt, you wince at both the shock and the pain, but your whines desist when you witness Bakugou taking a force to the head as a result of coming to your aid.

“Katsuki!” you yell, immediately getting off the ground to rush to his side, but he can’t find it in himself to respond. Afflicted with a substantial blow to the crown of his head, his whole being throbs and his vision spins.

Fuck, is Y/n, okay? is the first thing on his mind, ignoring the liquid trickling down his forehead. His question is answered upon turning his head to meet your anxious expression—your eyes wide and lips quivering as they move to say words he can’t exactly make out beneath the pounding sensations consuming his mind. As he feels a set of arms wrap around him, he tries discerning his surroundings to form a reply, but can only capture bits and pieces.

“—tsuki! ...old… n!”

“...god—! I’m so dead!”

A sputter of words tangling together is the last he hears before his vision fades to black.

The next time Bakugou awakes, his eyes slowly sever open to come face-to-face with a blurry white ceiling. The lights assault his vision as his senses take time to adjust, unraveling the environment to realize he’s laying on a bed—a hospital bed to be precise.

He attempts lifting himself but is met with retaliation in the form of his pulsating head which he immediately flinches at. His hand goes to rub his scalp to soothe the ache and he finds bandages wrapped tightly around him. “What the hell happened?” The last he remembers is traversing the urban area with you for the capture the flag mission before finally confronting the subject that had been plaguing your minds for a week now. After that, he caught sight of some object descending toward you and before he had even realized it, his feet had moved on their own. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up in the nurse’s office with a headache from hell.

Wait, what about you? Were you okay? Surely, he had to have pushed you out of the way in time, right?

His head moves quicker than it should’ve, revealing the other hospital bed in the room to be unoccupied, vacant. He sighs and his relief is further bolstered by the door to the nurse’s room opening to unveil you unharmed with only your heavy look of concern troubling him.

“Katsuki, oh thank god, you’re okay!” you say, quickly pacing over to his side with a glass of water in hand. You leave it at his bedside, sitting before him. Gauging your appearance up and down, Bakugou tries making out even the smallest details.

“You aren’t hurt?”

You’re appalled he would ask this despite clearly being the one patched up in a hospital bed right now, and likely sporting some serious head trauma.

“Of course I am, you’re the one that lunged forward to protect me,” you tell him. Bakugou looks down at his lap, figuring that was what happened, but hearing it from you comforted him more than he thought. However, his comfort is wretched from him by the intense pressure persisting in his skull. Seeing him in pain, you urge him to lay down and rest.

“How the hell did I end up here anyway?”

You fidget with your fingers, hesitating on answering. At that, the blond lifts a brow, suspicious.

“Mineta… accidentally dropped a rock on your head.”

“...You gotta be joking, right?”

Bakugou leers hard, finding the reason he was out of commission to be a damn pebble hitting his head a detriment to his pride. And because of Mineta of all fucking people. Still, if he hadn’t acted as quickly as he did, you would’ve been the one to meet his fate instead, and he weighed this outcome to better than the former.

Then you explain how the teachers had temporarily intervened to bring his unconscious body to the nurse’s, where the old lady went about tending to his injury. Said she did her job and all he needed was to rest and let her quirk take fuller effect within that time.

“So did we win the game?” He switches the topic to today’s mission of capture the flag that was cut short on his end.

You shake your head, but at least grant him the benefit of knowing Mineta’s team ended up placing last. At that, his eyelids shut and he crosses his arms behind his bandaged head. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t my intention to win anyway.”

You give him a look. “...Liar.”

Bakugou cracks an eye open at you. “Hah? What do you mean I’m a fucking liar?”

“I know you, Katsuki. I dated you, after all. And the Katsuki that I dated is an arrogant, competitive jerk who thinks of being the best above all else.” Bakugou scrunches his nose, wondering what you’re implying through your... overly frank descriptions. “Still… he’s sweet and caring at times… and reliable when he needs to be,” you continue, tone softening that draws Bakugou in, “And the kind of guy I want to give a second chance to.”

Absorbing your words, Bakugou blinks. “S-Seriously?” He doesn’t mean to stutter, but the offer catches him off-guard. He replays what you just said. That’s what he heard, right? A second chance?

You giggle at how uncharacteristically astonished he sounds. “Yes, seriously.”

“Does that mean you forgive me for what happened last week?”

You hum between pursed lips in playful contemplation. “Well, maybe you can redeem yourself by going on another date with me then?”

Hearing your proposal, a wide grin arcs his lips, edging into a smirk.

“That’s it? Well, I can definitely fucking do that,” he states, confidence rejuvenating his body at the new, hopeful chance before him.

“Oh, just one more thing though,” you suddenly add.

“What?”

“We are not going to that Chinese Restaurant again.”

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would you ever write something along the line of the minimal loss episode reimagined. so instead of emily being in the ep it’s the reader and spence has the biggest crush on her. it kills him knowing that she’s getting hit and bruised. yeah i don’t know if you would do it but i love that idea.

GUESS WHAT I really love this idea too so I tried to rewrite Minimal Loss reimagined. Please emphasize on tried.

“Which one of you is the FBI agent?”

Spencer could feel his blood run cold at the question Benjamin Cyrus fired at him and you. He subtly glanced towards your direction, pressing his lips and tried his best to maintain his composure. He watched you shift on your seat a little bit, eyeing the gun on Cyrus’s hand intensely.

“Why do you think one of us is an FBI agent?” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows in faux confusion.

“God will forgive me for what I must do,” Cyrus said calmly. Too calmly. Spencer gulped as he heard the clicking sound of his gun. He caught the sight of you gaping and eyes widened in horror as a gun aimed against his head.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“One of you does. Who is it?”

“Me,” your voice was firm, slicing through the thick tension. Spencer slowly turned his head towards you with a wide eye. You glared at him with an eye that screamed don’t you dare at him, determination and fear swirled together in your eyes made him shiver. He could feel dread and helplessness slowly sinking in. “It was me.”

Cyrus lowered his gun that aimed at Spencer, slowly turned his direction towards you. Spencer shot you a glare and silently demanded you for explanation at your stupid sacrifice. You had just deflated your own fear and bargained for your safety in order to save him. There was a bitter taste curled and overwhelmed him at the tip of his tongue upon knowing he couldn’t do anything to diffuse the situation.

Spencer let his shoulder sink a little bit as Cyrus silently holstered his gun into his pants, allowing himself a brief relief upon knowing that he didn’t have to watch your demise today. It took everything inside him not to jump and inserted himself in between you and Cyrus as he yanked you to the ground by hair and a sound of your pained whimper filled the room. He couldn’t even bring himself to flinch when a rifle aimed towards him as his eyes fixated on the sight of you being dragged across the room.

“I told you not to put me in this position!” Cyrus snarked, releasing his hold on you and slammed you to the concrete floor. Spencer bit the inside of his cheeks and could feel the tip of his fingertips go frozen as dread and fear pumped rapidly into his system.

The sound of you being slapped filled the room made him flinch a little bit. He glanced briefly towards the rifle against him, giving him a brief break from the horrifying sight before him. Spencer could feel anger and disappointment filled him with the knowledge that he couldn’t do anything besides watching you being beaten mercilessly by Cyrus. It was supposed to be him. It was supposed to be him who took all the beating instead of you. You were everything good left in the world and you are a living reminder that there are lights and hope in life despite all the horror and worst face of humanity he was constantly being contaminated with.

What would he do if you were gone then? The brief horrifying thought flashed before his eyes as he watched Cyrus slammed your defenseless body into the ground again. He could feel hot tears prickling in his eyes at the thought of living his life in void and helplessness if you ceased to exist before his eyes. Spencer collapsed his balled fist into his lap as the realization that he couldn’t live without you washed through him.

Spencer squeezed his eyes shut as your body was slammed against the wall and hit the mirror, refusing to picture the sharp shard of glass cutting your skin.

“Proverb 23rd tells us that bloods and wounds cleanse out evil,” Cyrus recited as he yanked you by the collar again and slammed you against the wall. Spencer could feel anger and disdain boiled inside him as he watched your body helplessly fall into the floor after the impact of your collision with the wall.

“I can take it,” you said with a firm voice. Spencer caught your eyes briefly as your eyes flickered in between him and Cyrus that stood in between you and him.

His heart fell into the bottom of his stomach like a heavy sandbag. He knew what you meant from your firm stares alone. You only said that to reassure him and signal the team outside not to come in a rush. It was a minimal loss situation, Spencer had concluded. He drew a sharp breath as he mentally prepared himself for a situation where he couldn’t possibly save everyone and had to accept however many people he could save while others perished.

Spencer glanced up to meet your eyes again before Cyrus moved to block his sight. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of your eyes screaming I’m fine, I’m okay at him with blood flowing freely from your broken nose. Dread settled painfully in his bones that the possibility of the team having to choose between your life or his was too close than he liked.

He blinked his eyes to shoo away the tears that threatened to fall. He couldn’t afford it. He couldn’t risk blowing up another cover that guaranteed his life when you had sacrificed yours for him.

Cyrus beat and slapped you for another round with disdain painted clearly on his face. “Pride comes before the fall,” he said as he punched your stomach and slammed you to the floor, thinking you were antagonizing him as you repeatedly said you could take it. Spencer let out a relieved sigh as Cyrus took a step back from you and left you shaking with pain on the ground, instructed Cristopher to tie you up and took you upstairs.

Not today, he reassured himself. Forcing himself to be satisfied and grateful for your spared life. Not today.

***

Spencer had just successfully coaxed Cyrus into testing the negotiator for the FBI and proving them that they were not a liar and ensuring your safety. Disgust and anger brewing at the pit of his stomach every time Cyrus glanced his eyes towards him. He somewhat marveled at the plain trust Cyrus gave him effortlessly. The memory of him beating you hadn’t left his mind, still painted fresh and clear as if it still happened before his eyes. He had to mentally restrain himself from glaring in disgust at the thought of Cyrus molesting a child and beating you up until bloody and bruised.

“What is it, Christopher?” Cyrus addressed his man that had been trying to shot down Spencer’s suggestion regarding the situation. Only then Spencer turned his attention fully at him who had been pacing around in agitation repeatedly.

“Some of them had been talking about leaving,” he sighed.

“Leaving?” Cyrus pressed his lips together as Christopher affirmed his question. Spencer balled his fist and hid it inside the pocket of his pants as he waited in antagonizing anticipation with whatever next step Cyrus would take. “Wake the baby. Let’s get them meet the orphan that they made.”

Spencer nodded mutely at Cyrus’s decision. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding this whole time, letting himself loose a little bit and allowed himself to feel relief washed through him. Cyrus had taken the big bait and he had ensured your safety with his lies and negotiation skill. It was the least thing he could do after what you did for him.

He knew he would be damned if he couldn’t get you out of his god forsaken place alive. For now he just has to give and surrender with whatever fate is waiting for him into the hands of the team waiting outside. He took one longing glance outside from the window, wishing that he would be staring into the starless sky with you right now.

***

Spencer watched from the back silently as the members of the cult filled the empty chair inside the chapel one by one. What was once an empty and quiet chapel now buzzing with life and the air was stale and raked with fear. The negotiation test went as smoothly as Spencer could wished for. He heard Rossi rattling out your identity to Cyrus in exchange for your safety from a speaker phone as they released the orphan into the team outside.

You emerged from the opposite end of the chapel, a swarm of children and women pushed through from behind you. Spencer stared and watched the way the sunlight that slips through the chapel window fell into your skin. The glowing sunlight from behind your back casted a halo behind your figure. He noticed that your blood had been cleaned up and there were a few specks of dried blood on the collar of your shirt. Some newly formed bruises littered your face, angry and red and was a painful sight to behold. He hated it.

Cyrus was listing out names from the list he had written the day before as Spencer slowly made his way towards you. Everyone’s attention was focused on their leader calling out the names on the altar, but Spencer’s focus was solely on you. Your eyes were watching Cyrus solemnly as you leaned yourself into the wall to support your weight.

Spencer lifted his hand to touch your face and stopped midair before he realized a tad bit too late. His finger twitched painfully with a burning desire to feel you underneath his fingertips, but he couldn’t risk another round of beating and blowing up plans that had been rolling quite smoothly so far.

Guilt surged inside him like the sea, disdain and bitterness brewing and threatening to explode from the bottom of his stomach. He could feel himself dying a little bit inside at the frightening state you were in, all because you were sacrificing your life for him. For his sake when he wasn’t even sure he deserved it.

You finally acknowledged his presence and spared him a glance. Your eyebrows furrowed together in distress and Spencer had to restrain himself from the temptation to put his thumb in between your eyebrows and smoothen out your stress wrinkle between your eyebrows. If he could take away all your pain, he would.

“He looks pissed,” you whisper-yelling at him. Spencer couldn’t bring himself to respond to your words. Even after you took the downfall and hard beatings for him, you still think about other’s well-being instead of yours.

You took another glance towards him from the lack of response from his part. Your eyes scanned his face briefly before your lips twitched into a soft, reassuring smile. “I’m okay. It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Spencer shook his head, refusing to believe your words. “I’m so sorry,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and full of regret scratching his throat painfully.

“No, no,” you shook your head and quickly squashed his apology. “No apologies. We both know one of us has to take it.”

“But why should it be you?” Spencer hissed through his greeted teeth. His distress and agitation, and overall emotions that he had been trying to tuck and buried it away seeped into the surface. He could feel his mask cracking and threatened to be broken, and he was thankful for the roaring voice of Cyrus listing out names that masked his own. “Why should it be you? Why couldn’t it be me?”

“He had a gun against your head, Reid!” you hissed back with an equal amount of emotions laced on your voice. “I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let them kill you. I know they would kill you first if one of us refused to answer. I can’t, Spencer, I—” you took a sharp breath and glanced away from his prying wide eyes. He could hear your voice wavering and your eyes glossed with tears. “Look at the people he’s releasing.”

“It’s the one who failed the loyalty test,” he observed. The previous slip of emotions was being put to the back of his mind again as he noticed the new fact he just found. “I’ll get word to the team, wait for the sign from outside indicating what time the raid will come.”

You stared at him with a wide eye, confusion and fear swirled together. You looked so vulnerable and small like that, like a polished porcelain that could crumble into dust anytime. Spencer nodded firmly and gave you a reassuring smile, silently asking you to believe him. He almost jolted with surprise when you grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly and briefly, understanding what he was trying to do.

“Be careful,” you whispered.

He nodded and turned away to make his way to Cyrus, not believing himself to utter any single words without breaking down. He was determined to make sure you were safe and would make it out alive, whatever it takes.

“Told her she shouldn’t have blinded you like that,” Spencer told Cyrus with a faux exasperation and disappointment. He shuddered when Cyrus nodded sympathetically.

“To either of us,” he corrected him sympathetically, which made Spencer want to do nothing but curl up in disgust. Cyrus jerked his chin towards your direction and addressed Christopher, “Bring her back.”

Spencer watched you being dragged up by your upper arms into wherever they were keeping you. He forcefully gulped and shook away the lump of dread on his throat, disbanding it as soon as it was formed. His eyes were apologetic and yours were nothing but filled with determination and forced bravery.

Those who had failed for the test were ushered out of the farm through the front door. Spencer mentally counted the amount of people who walked out into a guaranteed safety, relieved that it held a much greater amount that he had prepared. It was only a matter of saving the rest and finding a way in for the team to bring you and him out of this place.

Cyrus was making his final and last negotiation call with Rossi, asking for a fried chicken and its sides for their last supper and the presence of media to document his sacrifice to God. A suicide attempt to bring down himself and his faithful fanatic followers was a more appealing option to him rather than surrender himself to the authority apparently. It was obvious from the first time Spencer stepped into the building, but it still didn’t fail to fill him with dread and fear.

“I’m always looking for signs of things to come,” Spencer explained to Christopher with a polite smile after he demanded how he had known Cyrus’s plan of final act of sacrifice all along. He maintained his gaze firmly and silently wishing that the team would catch his words through the parable microphone planted outside. It would be his only hope and way for them to come in.

***

Thick smog and fire blinded his sight and blocked his way. Spencer stumbled upon a block of brunt wooden log as Morgan dragged his limping body outside the chapel. Cyrus was dead, but Jesse had finished his suicide mission by blowing up the chapel and the rest of the building. He could hear sirens blaring outside and faint sounds of wails and fearful screams mixed together in the air.

The thought of you trapped inside the building flashed before his eyes for a moment. He didn’t have a moment to glance back to make sure about your whereabouts as he kept coughing and stumbling, Morgan’s grip still firm on his upper hand to drag him outside into safety. Fear started to paralyze his body that he nearly fell into the concrete fall face first. He just needed to see you, to make sure you were safe.

He didn’t know that the sight of armed soldiers and police cars could bring an immense amount of comfort for him. Spencer nearly cried at the overwhelming relief that he was out unharmed, slipped by the last strand of his hair from his ultimate demise. But he couldn’t allow himself to be relieved and comfortable before he knew where you were. Before he knew if you were safe.

“Spencer!” your voice came faintly in between the chaotic sirens and the sound of angry fire eating up the chapel. “Morgan!”

Spencer watched you squirm out of Emily’s embrace, running limpy towards him. He knew he had burst into tears as soon as his eyes landed on you, safe, alive, although littered with bruises and dried blood on your shirt. His shoulders sank and shook as your arms wrapped around him tightly, all the horror, fear, and dread that he didn’t allow himself to feel in the past few days before had rushed into him and knocked all the air out of his lungs.

Relief and comfort of knowing you were safe in his arms was a breath of fresh air for his burned lungs. Usually he would squirm at the thought of touching someone, but the steady rise of your chest as you breath against him overcame all the unfortunate uncomfortable thoughts that came with the activity of hugging someone.

“You’re safe,” Spencer gasped as he released you from his embrace. He was aware that everyone was watching him hugging you and he fought all the mortification that slowly crept up his cheeks. He tried to mask it away as being a relief to find his coworker made it out alive from the sticky hostage situation.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you reassured him with one last firm squeeze on his arms. He wanted nothing but to pull you into his arms again, shield you for any harms lurking in the outside world. The anger that had been forgotten on the back of his mind surged inside him again. But he had to be satisfied with only one final squeeze as you parted from him to be checked by the paramedics.

The flight back to Quantico was quiet and a peaceful one. Everyone was winding up and breathing from the horror of the case that just wrapped up. Spencer tried his best to distract his mind with his book, burrowed in the furthest corner of the jet as the comforting and steady hum of the jet lulled him to sleep.

You slipped into the empty seat right across from him. A weak smile and a timid greeting were exchanged between you and silence followed right after. Spencer knew what conversation would follow after this, and he didn’t want to face it just yet. He had stopped reading from the moment you took the seat and watched him with careful eyes, but he still put up the act in the hope it would steer you away from bursting his bubble.

It did not. Spencer didn’t put up a fight as you gently took his book away from his hands and placed it gently on the table.

“I need you to listen to me,” you started with a firm voice. You were wearing the nice lilac shirt that Spencer liked, and the bruises on your face had started to heal and fade away. “What Cyrus did to me is not your fault. It was my decision and I would do it again.”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but you tilted your head with your lips pressing together, discouraging him to counter your statement. He took a sharp breath and shook his head.

“Do you hear me?” your voice was softer this time. Your hands silently reached for his and held them gently. Your thumb made a soothing pattern on his knuckles, a reassuring and determined smile was on your face. Spencer couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. “Do you hear me, Spencer? I will do it again. It wasn’t your fault. It was my decision.”

“I know,” he answered finally.

“Thank you.”

“Please know that I will do the same for you.”

His words had caught you off guard. You stared briefly before nodding, patting the top of his hand gently with your hand as you gave him a really bright smile. Spencer let himself sink further into the comfortable leather seat and let relief washed through him again. Everything will be okay.

#spencer reid #minimal loss #criminal minds #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #cm #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #cm fluff #cm angst #mgg #matthew gray gubler #minimal loss reimagined

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Dark-skinned SA-coded mixed female: Strained relationship with Desi-coded mother, wants to be closer to white father

@sunshineladybugsawake asked:

Hi again! Still asking about my story set in the far-future with monsters, but first, I apologize for the rubber stamp question last time. I should have thought more carefully. Now I have two specific concerns: 1) I'm worried that my dark-skinned South Asian-coded character who at first desires a closer relationship with her white father and has a strained one with her dark-skinned mother would be off putting to readers. Her father is eventually ousted as villainous and she must face him for fate of the world, but I’m thinking I should have her reconcile with her mother as well. 2) Her mother does not want her to play a magic sport, not because she would rather her child go into academics, but because she thinks the game is a waste of magic. Would this be too close to the “overbearing Asian mother” stereotype? The girl herself is both athletic and academically gifted. Thanks again!

PSA: As always, we ask our askers to be more specific about what region and time period of South Asia you are pulling your information from for your coding. To simply tell us you are using an South-Asian coded character is much too vague and also indicates that our askers have not reviewed our archives as stipulated in the FAQ. If you are new to using any part of South Asia as inspiration for your story, we recommend consulting our naming guide on the region for a brief introduction to South Asian and diversity.

Elaborate on Her Family Life:

Does she have any positive relationship with the South Asian side of her heritage? What is the relationship between her parents like? Is her father as involved in parenting as the mother? What is the mother’s alternate solution to playing the magic sport? Why exactly is her relationship with her mother strained? Is it just the sports bit? Or does she have issues related to identity, to culture, and/or interpersonal matters? As Marika has pointed out below, in my experiences as a South Asian high-schooler, sports/extracurriculars vs academia was never exactly grounds for strain, albeit I did have a very strict upbringing so take my opinion with a grain of salt.

Unless we know this, we cannot possibly assume if a reconciliation would be appropriate or not.

-Mimi

Echoing Mimi, we’d need to know a lot more about her family background, family dynamics and why this imbalance between how she views her parents is necessary for the plot. I think this ask is a good candidate for the Motivations Matters PSA (See the PSA explanation here). Please specifically read part 3 of that post where we explain the necessity of specificity in asks. You are always welcome to contact us again when you have fleshed out the story and characters more thoroughly.

- Marika.

Overdone, but Rarely Well-Portrayed

My opinion is that you should not go in this direction. It’s not that that this should be avoided for falling into a negative trope (To quote Mod Lesya: “Tropes are tools.”). The problem with tropes is almost always in the execution.

Asian parents and children with troubled relationships as a plot device is an old hat and thus not a very interesting one. Furthermore, your reasoning for their strained relationship does not strike me as culturally consistent. In my family, “school versus sports” would not be a reason for strain. It would just mean that until my mother gave me her approval, I would feel very guilty any time I tried to prioritize sports over school, while she would likely be oblivious. In less Western environments, it is the child who bears most of the guilt for having goals that don’t align with what is socially acceptable. The parent is often secure in their judgment. Such guilt might produce tension and strain, but there is a surplus of portrayals of strained S. Asian parent-child relationships by non-S. Asians that fail to convey this nuance.

I’m going to be a little peevish here, but I always thought my Western friends were whining when they complained (From my perspective), ”How dare my family have any opinions besides being completely supportive of my goals!” In my view, as a child, unless I was paying for my own room and board, it was my obligation to fulfill my parents’ expectations.

I think what would be more interesting (and frankly, more realistic) is:

For the mother and daughter to have a close relationship with sources of tension

For the daughter to over-idealize her father

For the father to consistently fail to meet the daughter’s expectations.

Thus, the father’s villain reveal is not so much a “gotcha” as the straw that breaks the camel’s back, showing his limitations in stark contrast.

I suggest this because I don’t much like the optics of a dark-skinned child idolizing her white father when, from my perspective, it sounds like her desi-coded mother is doing most of the parenting.

More importantly, I think it would be healthier for mother and daughter to come to a mutual understanding, which is sorely needed in many desi families. For example:

The daughter might realize that her mother’s preference for school is driven by economic concern. This is a common worry that drives many desi parents, especially in low resource settings and periods of economic down-turn.

The mother might realize that the daughter’s emotional health and fulfillment are as important as economic security. This is something many desi parents need to understand and struggle with because often mental health is often not well understood.

Co-dependence is a real problem for many desi families. Thus, it is crucial that a hopeful story of mother and child resolving their differences is done in a manner that feels culturally resonant to your desi readers.

- Marika.

Calling on our desi followers! Mimi and I were raised in exceedingly traditional households, but we both have parents who, to certain extents, accept our deviations from their preferences. We know the range of parenting experiences is large, so we are soliciting user commentary. Commentary is restricted to desi followers.

Please sound off in the comments using the following format:*

Do your interests/ hobbies differ from your parents’ preferences and why?

Have you managed to communicate with each other with any success?

Regardless of the outcome, what did you want from them and what do you think they want from you?

*Desi experiences are diverse. To best capture common themes, we ask that respondents confine themselves to the above format.

#South Asia #South Asian #South Asian character #South Asian female character #mixed race desi character #mixed race character #female character #Overbearing Asian Parent trope #parent child relationship #WWC #asks

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years

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Stitched Back Together

AO3

first Owl Fight attack, woo! The prompt for this one was “Luz and Raine hanging out”

Summary: Free of Kikimora's control, with scars carved into their skin, Raine is taken back to the Owl House. Awake in the middle of the night, unable to sleep after their whole ordeal, they officially meet Luz. Talking to one of Eda's kids really shouldn't be as intimidating as it feels.

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When Raine first saw the kids, truly and consciously, there were thorns retreating from their eyes and scars etched onto their skin as Eda held them tightly.

Eda’s sclera had turned black, hands hooked into talons with wings arched over their heads, and was at least two feet taller than when they had last seen her. And there had been a lot to ask about there, and possibly some gawking, but this isn’t about that.

Because as soon as Raine could stand, Eda holding their hands tightly and almost brought to tears at how relieved she was to see them alright, to know there would be no more harm done to them, Raine noticed the two figures far across from them, holding back the few guards trying to intervene.

They recognized them quickly, from the photo that had twisted a hole into their chest, because Eda had kids and she had spoken of them with such desperation and love--

The girl had turned, and Raine knew then they hadn’t been imagining the round ears when they first saw the photo. She had the young demon they recognized earlier clinging to her back, and they both looked at Raine with confusion. The demon’s had been accusatory, but the humans, she had to be a human, looked nothing but curious.

It had all passed by in a blur, the escape from the guards and Eda bundling them into the Owl House, frantic as she continued to check them over, never slowing in her talking as the wings and sharp edges retreated back into her body, which Raine may have quietly mourned the loss of. They suited her.

The human and demon had watched from the background, occasionally offering assistance towards or around the two, but more or less giving them space as Eda fretted and explained all she could to Raine, clinging like she was afraid if she didn’t, Raine would vanish again.

They heard of what Kikimora had done to them, of what Belos had done to them, of what they had done. Of Eda’s acceptance of the curse, of the rest of the BATs being in the Conformatorium (something they both agreed on fixing as soon as they could), of everything that Eda could think to catch them up on.

There would be time to unpack all of that, to formulate plans, to talk about everything beyond what Raine had missed out on. But that could wait until another day, could wait until Raine had gotten rest, and a moment to reorient themselves.

And yet, they still found themself in Eda’s kitchen, nearing midnight, with a cup of tea that looked suspiciously like the one Lilith had liked in their hands.

They knew they should be asleep, it was late, and knowing Eda, there would be far more to fret about in the morning. Eda had offered her nest, but Raine had taken the couch, not exactly willing to voice their opinion on how Eda’s nest did not look comfortable.

They were thankful for it later, too, when they awoke after barely an hour of sleep with the feeling of vines wrapped around their throat and muffled, begging cries as their hands moved of their own accord.

They sighed and slumped against the counter, setting down the cup for a moment to rub at their wrist, where scars from the reaching thorns still lay. They faded the further the scars stretched up their body, but they figured the ones along their wrist and arm would last for the rest of their life.

It wasn’t too bad, a scar was really the best thing they could’ve asked for. They stared down at their tea, thoughts swirling and not even bothering to try and sort any of them out. Later, when their wrist didn’t have a phantom ache.

“Oh, hey.”

Raine startled, almost knocking their cup over as they whirled their head around.

The human stood in the doorway, looking a bit surprised at Raine’s reaction. She had clearly just woken up, hair a frizzy mess and eyes still blinking with sleep.

“Oh, um, hello.” Raine said, forcing themself to relax. “Sorry, is there something you need?” They asked, wrapping a hand around their tea.

“I just came here for a snack,” The human shrugged, breezing right by the counter and towards the cabinets.

Raine nodded, mostly just to themself, and went back to staring into space, trying to pretend the awkward tension hadn’t suddenly arisen.

They realized after a moment that the girl had paused in what she was doing, hand still in the cabinet door, but taking nothing out. They looked up for a moment, and caught the girl watching them with a contemplative look on her face until she realized she had been staring and jerked back to shuffling through the cabinets.

“So,” Raine said, in some attempt to break the tension, leaning their arms across the counter. “You’re Eda’s kid?” They said, grimacing slightly at how off that had come off sounding.

“Er, yeah,” The human said, frowning at the cabinet before shutting it again and opening a different one. “And you’re...Raine.”

“You’ve heard of me, then?” Raine guessed, taking a sip of their tea.

“Vaguely,” The human admitted, opening another cabinet door. “I know you’re--er, were, the head of the Bard Coven. I know Eda mentioned some group called the BATs you lead. I know that...Eda knows you.” She said, voice becoming more mumbly as she spoke.

“Ah, Eda didn’t speak of me much, then?” Raine inquired, telling themself that they shouldn't really be surprised.

“Not until you, uh, had the whole...thing happening.” The girl nodded. “Then Eda got really worried and me and King asked why she was so worked up, and then she told us you were an old friend, which I maybe halfway trust, and that you had this group with the BATs...and I still don’t think I understand it completely.” She admitted with a sheepish look.

“Sounds like Eda.” Raine chuckled, shaking their head slightly as they smiled down at their tea. “Wait, halfway trust?” They added right after, back straightening.

“I mean, I trust you mean a lot to Eda,” The human said, her raiding of the cabinets forgotten. “And I trust Eda means a lot to you,” Raine did not flush at that, thank you. “But pretty much everyone Eda knows she has a very complicated relationship with, and I’d be surprised if you were the one exception.”

“Ah,” Raine said, rubbing the back of their neck. Is this what it felt like to be interrogated by a kid? “You got me there. We haven’t...seen each other in a while.” They admitted.

“How long?” The human asked, interest sparking in her eyes as she leaned next to the cabinets.

“Erm, two...maybe two and half decades?” Raine said, lifting a hand and tilting it. “Titan, it sounds much longer than it feels when I say it out loud.” They murmured.

“Oooh, another piece of the mysterious backstory!” The human grinned, perking up, all the hesitation from earlier melting away at a probably concerning speed. “Why’d ya stop talking?”

“Ah, well, you know,” Raine said, flushing again as their ears pressed back. “Just...a split, really. Seeing other people. Eda had some things she still needed to work out, and I suppose I had to reflect a bit, too.” They mumbled.

“Wait,” The girl narrowed her eyes, and when Raine focused on where she was again, they pulled back when they realized Luz was on the other side of the counter. “Are you one of her exes?” She gasped, eyes wide.

“Oh dear,” Raine sighed, face falling in their hands.

“You are!” The girl exclaimed, and they sincerely hoped it didn’t wake anyone else up. “Man, and I thought all her exes hated her from how she talked about some of them.” She whistled. “Explains a bit, though.”

“Is that so?” Raine mumbled, knowing that they were blushing up to their ears.

“Yeah, I mean, explains why she seemed so freaked out. She's gotta know you pretty well.” The human said casually. “She goes all out when she gets attached, as I’m sure you know.” She added with a light tease.

“Oh, I know.” Raine sighed, memories of holding back a feral Eda back in Hexside from mauling Odalia still vivid in their mind. “And, since we’re talking, I apologize, but,” They said, raising their head from their hands when they were sure they didn’t look like they’d had a nasty sunburn across their face. “I don’t believe I...caught your name.”

“Eda didn’t mention it?” The human blinked, graciously taking the change in conversation.

“She might’ve, but I’ll be honest, I caught maybe two of every five words she said.” Raine admitted, flicking an ear. “I’m sorry, but I figure I should ask now before it turns into something where I ask at a much worse moment.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” The human waved her hand. “You went through a lot. My name’s Luz.” She said cheerfully, offering a hand. “The other little guy is King.”

Raine blinked at it for a moment before reaching out and taking it, giving a single shake until Luz pulled back. She was practically rocking on her heels from how excited she seemed, and Raine may have allowed a small half-smile in return.

“Have you lived with Eda long?” Raine asked, because they could still remember Eda’s pained explanation that the kids weren’t hers hers, and found themself wondering where in the world she had picked up a human.

“Few months,” Luz said. “Four, maybe? I dunno, the calendars here are different from the human realm.”

“Four months?” Raine blinked, surprised. “I would’ve thought you’d known her longer.”

“Nah, I’m just a recent addition.” Luz shrugged, looking away with a hint of nervousness. “King’s been here for years, though.”

“Huh, odd.” Raine said with a shrug as they went back to drinking their tea. “You act a lot like her, I would’ve thought you’d have picked up those habits from her.”

“I do?” Luz repeated, straightening.

“Yes?” Raine lowered their cup. “When she was younger, at least. Very curious, couldn’t leave any questions unanswered. And stubborn. And maybe a little too attentive for her own good.” They added with a lighthearted tone.

“Oh, yeah, that-that sounds familiar.” Luz coughed into her fist, and Raine smiled at her embarrassment. “You knew her when you were younger, then?” She asked, and Raine chose not to comment on the slight diversion in conversation.

“Since Hexside,” Raine nodded. “I want to say we were eleven or so? Maybe twelve. Never had a moment of peace since.”

“Aw, Eda’s backstory just keeps getting more and more convoluted. At least yours isn’t as crazy as Lilith or her moms. Even after the whole mind-control thing.” Luz said with a fiery curiosity in her eyes, and Raine was impressed at their lack of visible reaction to how casually Luz brought up the mind-control. Another thing like Eda, Raine thought. No amount of answers would be satisfactory, and treated every odd thing like it was just another day.

“Well, I’m glad I got her daughter's approval. Wouldn’t want to fight my way in now, would I?” Raine chuckled, tilting their cup back and finishing the last of it.

When they lowered their cup again, Luz was staring at them like a spooked rabbit, hands gripping the counter. They blinked slowly, brow raised in confusion.

“I-I’m not,” Luz stuttered, coughing to clear her throat and forcibly releasing the counter. “I’m not her daughter, you thought I was her daughter?”

“You aren’t?” Raine frowned, ears perking up. “But you said you were her kid.”

“That’s--I thought you meant--like when Eda just casually calls me and and King kids, or when I’m out with my friends and she’s watching us we’re just ‘her kids,’ you know?” Luz said, looking a little frantic as she did so, wildly waving her hands around. “Not--no I’m not, related to her or anything--”

“Oh, I knew that.” Raine brushed it off. “But Eda told me you and King were her kids?”

“I--when did that happen?” Luz asked, near sounding like a demand.

Raine hesitated, for a brief moment. They doubted someone like Eda would so casually tell a teenager and young demon about that time she, you know, almost died, and it really wasn’t their place to tell them as such if she hadn’t.

“The last time we spoke.” They settled on. “Before the...thing.” They said, mimicking Luz’s words from earlier. “I learned she had kids, and I told her that if she had something to lose, she had to get back to them.”

“I...oh.” Luz said quietly, slowly relaxing and turning her head down to stare at the counter.

“I’m…” Raine hesitated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep, I didn’t know it was a touchy subject--”

“No, no! It’s not, you’re fine.” Luz waved them off. “I just...didn’t know Eda had said it like that.”

Raine would’ve thought something along the lines of ‘Eda didn’t tell you she thought of you as her kid?’ if they didn’t know that Eda was the same person who hadn’t even truly thought of them as dating until Raine had introduced her as their girlfriend with earshot. She’d been so touched over the whole ordeal that Raine had to remind her, repeatedly, that they had been dating for over a month. Apparently knowing, and having a title for it, were two very different things.

They wouldn’t be surprised if this kid was the same.

“She cares about you, you know that, right?” Raine asked softly, and Luz looked up to meet their eyes.

“Yeah,” She said, cracking a small smile. “I know.”

Raine nodded in satisfaction, stepping around the counter to set their cup in the sink. It was late, they could wash it in the morning. How Eda could've ever thought about leaving a kid like her, they don't think they'd want to know.

“She cares about you, too.”

Raine paused, going still as one hand lightly gripped the edge of the sink.

“I know,” They said, almost surprised that they believed it so easily, inhaling as they set their shoulders back. “It’s almost scary how little that seems to have changed.” They mumbled.

“For the both of you, huh?” Luz teased.

Raine whirled around, ears pressed back as their face lit up again, being greeted with the girl's smug face that she had to have picked up from Eda, it was almost uncanny.

“I--you--she just--there was--shouldn’t you be asleep at this hour?” Raine managed to strangle out, getting a gleeful giggle out of Luz as they did so.

“I got hungry,” Luz shrugged simply, her smug expression never falling.

“Then grab a snack and go to bed.” Raine huffed, crossing their arms, as if that would hide the embarrassment as they stepped aside.

“I will, once I find where Eda put the cookies. She keeps hiding them from King and doesn’t tell me where she put them.” Luz muttered, stepping up to the cabinets again and opening a new one.

“I think that means she’s hiding them from both of you.” Raine raised a brow.

“She should find better hiding spots, then.” Luz said, retracting a hand from the cabinet with a container full of cookies in her hand, shaking them. “Cover for me if she asks why some went missing?” She asked, a pleading look on her face.

“I’ll cover you if one goes missing.” Raine bargained, and Luz gave them a disgruntled look before sighing and taking a single cookie from the container.

“Can’t believe you.” Luz huffed good-naturedly, putting the cookies away.

“Just because you're Eda’s kid doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get away with everything, Titan knows how Eda would’ve ended up if that happened.” They muttered, shaking their head. “I fear the day you and Amber meet.”

“Who?” Luz tilted her head, taking a large bite of her cookie.

“One of my crew, she’s about your age.” Raine said simply. “I think you’ll get along. Now go, shoo, I’m willing to bet tomorrow will be quite hectic, and you need your sleep.” They said, herding Luz out of the kitchen.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Luz said, smiling as she lightly batted at Raine’s hands, darting out of the kitchen. “Remember, you saw nothing.” She warned, walking backwards as she narrowed her eyes on Raine.

“Lips are sealed, I was fast asleep the whole night.” Raine said, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. “Though I figure she’ll find out, anyway.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got backup now.” Luz said, shoving the last half of the cookie in her mouth before slipping away through the doorway that led to the staircase.

Raine chuckled, shaking their head as they pushed themself off of the doorway. They should probably hit the couch again, too. Eda would only fret more if they were falling asleep all day tomorrow.

“Oh, almost forgot!” Luz said, head suddenly poking through the doorway and causing Raine to pause. “Welcome to the Owl House,” She said cheerily. “Since I take it you’ll be staying a while.”

Raine’s ears flicked back and they mumbled under their breath as Luz’s smile only widened, and Raine couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Night!” She chirped, vanishing around the corner yet again.

Raine watched the place where she’d vanished again, rubbing their wrist and noting it didn’t ache as much as before.

“Goodnight,” They said to the empty air.

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Headcanon for Laszlo finding happiness in the arms of Y/N and slowly realising he is developing a mommy kink that engulfs him in a crisis between desire and comfort ❤️

This also sorta turned into a sub Laszlo as well 😅 for mature audiences as involves smut and mummy kinks

- Laszlo had always known he had desires for women that could take a hold of him greatly, impacting his waking life and night time but never had it this much effect until he met you

- You haunted his dreams, the feeling of your lips on his, your hands ghosting over his skin, whispering's in his ear 'what a good boy'. When he would wake up from these dreams he would find himself very aroused but also annoyed as he thought about what this said about him

- He understood he was completely infatuated with you, he knew that just from seeing you he would start to feel aroused as he imagined all the possibilities of having you. It was the role that he took during these fantasies that bothered him. It was societies expectations for the man to always be the dominant one in physical intimacy, so why was it in his dreams and fantasies he often found himself the one begging, needed you, being submissive towards you

- He would look over every book he had trying to figure out why he felt the way he did but at the same time denying everything he read because he can't possibly have that, he has no mother issues right?

- Months of pining, and tension between you two finally comes to a turmoil in the end when you gather up the nerves and confidence to kiss him, one which surprised at yes, but also hungry for, he returned. Finally admitting all the desires he had for you, all the urges he had about you which he had tried to hide he was finally able to accept

- Being intimate with you though, came with challenges. His own insecurities about his arm would get the best of him, how could he ever truly give you everything you want, need. You assured him that being with him was enough but that did little to subdue his mind, until the day you suggest a different way

- Laszlo was very anxious at the start, having you on top, true it was easier for him but he didn't want it that you were having to put in more effort for him. But as things got moving all those dreams, those fantasies he had about you came floating back to him. And it seems you had similar ideas for when riding him you chocked out, 'Oh what a good boy you are'

- Instantly both of you felt him twitch and harden inside of you, a groan echoing out of Laszlo's mouth at your words. He flushes bright red, completely ashamed but you would chuckle, finding it adorable and happy that he is finally opening up about his own desires

- You would continue to use the phrase 'good boy' as you teased him, getting him near climax but not quite there. Hearing the phrase and realising how comfortable you were with it Laszlo gives into more of his desires, begging, whining for you to let him cum, till he eventually stutters out the word 'mummy' when referring to you as he reaches his climax, making you reach yours as well

- The next morning Laszlo is unsure if you want to address what happened the night before, he could feel the embarrassment knocking against any confidence he had but he had no need to worry about it as you addressed it without needing to be prompted. You tell him you enjoyed it and you wouldn't mind exploring that in the future much to his delight

- At first, he was trying to find an explanation for both of you feeling that way but in the end, you were able to convince him to let it go, and to just give in to the joy and desires of it

- More often than not you found Laszlo referring to you as mummy, even outside of the bedroom. You took on almost a guardian position looking after him, helping him with things to do with his arm. You'd soothe him saying things like 'do you need mummy to help you with that shirt' after saying those things you often found yourself in bed next enjoying the throws of passion with him

- He was obsessed with your breasts and after the whole Libby incident, he was curious himself about sucking on your breasts like a baby would to a mother. He finally gathered the courage to ask you which of course you agreed to. The feeling of his lips on your nipples, sucking as you rode him made you even tighter, feeling waves of pleasure roll over you. Laszlo himself also loved it, the feeling of sucking your breasts bringing back a sort of comfort he had been missing for a long time. As soon as his lips were away from them he craved them again

- During random moments of the day when you found each other alone he would bend down to kiss your breasts, wanting to bury his face in them. You'd have trouble pulling him away from them before anyone would notice

- When not horny Laszlo would also find comfort in being the little spoon or cuddling up in your embrace, feeling your arms wrap around him, holding him tightly. You brought to him a sense of comfort and security he never thought he would find and every day he would marvel at how he could have ever found someone like you

#laszlo kreizler #laszlo kriezler x reader #the alienist #laszlo kreizler imagine #daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler fanfic #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler x you #laszlo kreizler headcanons

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closhelby · 3 years

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Black Hand.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: usual Peaky shit

Prompt: none bar the scene itself.

Word Count: 1,796.

Author note: wrote this three fucking times I’m at my wits end! Unsure to make this into a few parts.

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Y/N woke again, at the crack of dawn, rolling over checking her watch, 5.36AM. This was the usual for her, since leaving Birmingham she could barely sleep past 6am, since the breakdown of her marriage.

It was Christmas morning, the first she was spending with only one of her two children. Charlie, y/n’s eldest son was spending his Christmas with his father this year, since splitting y/n and Tommy regularly had sex behind her boyfriends back, and then she fell pregnant, with her now two year old Harry. However, Tommy wasn’t aware of this child being his, and as far as everyone else was aware it was Roberts child.

Y/n rolled out of bed, and began to wash and get ready for the day ahead. She sat at her dressing table, thinking, as she did regularly, how it would’ve been if they didn’t spit. There was still very clearly tension there, sexual especially. Due to this, y/n cut all interaction with Tommy, whenever they needed to talk over Charlie, she would get nanny’s and maids to travel with him.

Just finishing her makeup, finishing her all off with a spritz of perfume and putting on her watch, which now shown it as 6.56am. Y/n went downstairs, starting to make herself a cup of tea when she was startled with the letterbox chattering as the postman put today’s Mail. She moved over to the door, bending over to pick up the letters, opening the first one to reveal a white card with a black hand on the front.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s heart started beating at a rapid rate, she knew that this meant kill or be killed. She needed to get her and Harry out of there ASAP. They weren’t far behind and they already knew where she lived. She ran back upstairs, grabbing overnight bags and stuffing them with her most valuable items and clothes she could possibly wear before doing the same for Harry. All while trying to be as quiet as she could because she didn’t want to wake Rob.

Y/n ran from the house to the car sat on the front drive, she didn’t even bother to ask a driver. She was going alone. Leaving alone. Without an explanation. Despite the severity of the situation, this was brewing for a long time. The current relationship was a cover up. Y/n accepted the fact that the only man she will ever love will remain Thomas Shelby, and she knew it would be the same for him. And I think that’s why they both didn’t file for a divorce.

Quickly packing the car with things she may need for herself and Harry, she ran back upstairs to collect the sleeping boy from his bed and placed him into the front seat of the car. He continued to sleep throughout the car ride, back to Small Heath. Y/n knew Tommy like the back of her hand, she knew that everyone that is associated with the Shelby name would have been dealt a black hand, and knew the only place they could possibly be safe would be in the polluted streets of Birmingham.

Turning the car onto Watery Lane, as all those childhood memory’s flooded back. From when she ran about with John as a kid, to when her and Ada would get into trouble together in her early teens, all the way to building a large profitable business with her husband, all came flooding to her. A rush of emotion, clearly visible on her face as the car came to a halt outside the once betting den. Y/n rarely had any emotion showing, only Tommy would see that in the many nights they spent alone, but that was the same for both of them. They acted tough to everyone else but vulnerable for each other. The bond they had, partners in crime, was admired, despite them both being gangsters.

Tommy was very clearly heartbroken from the downfall in their relationship, he also believed that y/n was the only woman for him in the long run. But the only way he felt that he could get over that was her under someone else. He turned to Lizzie on the regular, and as y/n still kept in contact with Ada, she knew about this. Y/n was very alike Tommy in this sense, if she needed to find something out, it would always come her way, weather she needed to look for it or not. Ultimately they shared a child together, technically two, but there was still so much love there between the both of them.

“Fucking hell,” y/n muttered before kicking in the door that stood before her. Her two year old son clutching to her chest, still fast asleep as she walked towards the family she still loved dearly. Pol loved her, loved her like her own, but they both had a similar trait, they never backed down. And sometimes like Tommy, they would argue for days on end.

Y/n stood before the table, where all but Tommy sat before her. She quickly scanned the room, noticing a blonde woman, she knew was Linda, but hadn’t met was looking at her with a very foul face on her. Ada on the other hand was smiling, excited to see her best friend after years of being away. Tommy standing to her left, eyes wide wondering why his wife was stood before him, in small Heath, with a young child in her hand.

Pol broke the silence first, “What the fuck are you doing here? Tommy tell ya?”

“No however, since you know, I find out absolutely anything I need to,” y/n spoke directing a foul look to Lizzie who was stood over in the corner, “I have also been dealt a black hand.”

There was a mutter of fuck sakes throughout the room, as they realised this was a bit more real than before. Tommy then started to talk about the issue at hand.

“Why are you starting when Johns not here?”

The room fell cold, distant and all eyes were trying to avoid hers. But Tommy wasn’t, he didn’t avoid her gaze as y/n turned to look at him. He very rarely lied to her, he simply couldn’t get away with it if anything, y/n found out everything.

“Fucking ‘ell Tommy, tell me!”

“John was killed this morning, on his front door step infront of his wife.”

Tears started to form in the once emotionless woman, the room felt as though it was caving in on them. Her legs felt heavy, like she could collapse to the ground at any moment, but her head felt light. She quickly muttered to Tommy, handing the baby over, stumbling back to process what she had just been told. John was before all this, they were best friends since they were about 4. They went all throughout school together, and because y/n dad had passed before he could walk her down the isle, John did.

“Those fuckin’ bastards! Christmas Day! Im going to fucking kill them myself,” y/n screamed in frustration.

“She won’t cope well with this,” Ada spoke quietly enough that the table could hear but y/n couldn’t. Ada approached her, giving her a soft cuddle of comfort. Y/n didn’t cry, she didn’t cry infront of anyone. But she was very close today.

She composed herself, breathing out before standing up, “why did I have to marry into this shit?”

“Why haven’t you divorced him?”

Ada knew the answer, she always had.

They both moved back over to the table, Ada returning to her seat while y/n stood by Tommy’s side. He still stood there holding his own child, without the knowledge of it. He continued to speak about the issues they were currently facing with Luca Changretta, but y/n wasn’t even listening to what he was saying, simply zoning out to how weird her life was. She’s looking at the love of her life while they’re no longer together, holding their second son that he has no clue about.

“Y/n?”

Her head quickly shot up following the direction of the voice. Arthur.

“Hm?”

“Peace or truce?” Tommy spoke.

“Peace”

“Very well. Six peace, two truce.” He quickly handed Harry back over to y/n before heading back upstairs. The group got up and left to do their own thing, while Ada sat at the table waiting for the catch up that was well needed between them both.

“Two seconds, I’m just gonna put Harry up to bed.” Ada nodded in response as y/n made her way upstairs to put Harry to bed. She opened the door to find Charlie sleeping in the small bed, leaning over to put Harry at the back of him, giving both of them a peck on the cheek before turning to see Tommy in the door way.

“Your new boyfriend is the dad? But your not married to him?”

“No I’m not married to him.”

“So you had a child out of wedlock?”

She sighed. She wasn’t going to lie to him anymore, there was enough damage and if she knew she would have to spend the next few months living with him, she needed to get it out there as soon as possible.

“No, I’m married.”

“yes, to me.”

Y/n walked over to him, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him, aware of the fact this house was full. He took a seat on the small chair in the corner, while y/n stood slightly back from him.

“Remember that last fuck we had. Before I refused to see you.”

He nodded.

“I refused to see you because I was pregnant, and I knew it was yours.”

“Fuck sake y/n.” Tommy spoke, running his hands through his hair.

The room then went silent. The two of them not knowing what to say next, for the first time in years they were speechless.

Y/n decided to break it, “He knows. Rob knows he’s not his, he can see it, but it’s never been mentioned. Harry also knows who you are, I’ve shown him pictures of you that I have.”

Tommy stood up abruptly, making his way over to her. His hands wrapped round her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Y/n was looking, and clearly getting lost in his blue eyes. Tommy leaned in to her, their lips meeting softly,y/n began to kiss back. The feeling this was what they both had longed for. Both of them having sex with others that meant absolutely nothing to them. The bedroom door swings open to reveal Finn stood there, his mouth hung wide.

“A - Ada’s wondering where you are?”

Y/n smiled before pulling out the embrace, muttered a thanks then proceeded to go downstairs. She turns round as she’s on the third stair down, “don’t say a thing Finn,”

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fluff #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #peakyxtommy #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders

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jiminrings · 3 years

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why do i feel like even if tae is the one who's injured AND caught between stem koo and senior oc's tension, jungkook would STILL be the one who's crying

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

there's fINALLY some sort of peace and redemption between them

taehyung has never been indirectly involved in a palpable situation like this

the last time he was involved in anything remotely close to this, it had something to do with his field trip in second grade

whew god that was a rEALLY pressuring experience for him

it was a split vote to whether they should go to a strawberry field or a newly-opened futuristic kid-friendly interactive dinosaur museum SLASH theme park!!!!!!!

then taehyung picked the strawberry farm that was about 70% dirt

tae's put into a situation again and he doesn't know how to act lmao

"y'okay sweetheart? what's your relation to them?" the kind nurse that's obviously the maternal figure of the emergency ward asks him as she assesses him, a bit of a queue before he could get his leg patched up

he is beyond glad that she asked :D

tae's here to get his leg casted and entertain himself for the meantime!!! his fun isn't exactly correlated to that brooding fucking stem nerd's definition of it!!!

taehyung points to you directly, a cheeky grin on his face as you tilt your head in alert from your seat beside him

"she's my girlfriend!"

you chuckle at his playfulness and even the nurse does so with how proud he sounded, about to scribble it down on her clipboard when someone clearly sounds panicked about it

"she's not his girlfriend," jungkook rises from his slouched position on his seat, wide eyes fixated on the nurse as he shakes his head, trying to make her believe him

it isn't true!!!! that's misinformation!!! that's a crime!!!!

tae snaps his fingers, solemnly shaking his head

"right, my bad!! the two of us aren't in a relationship. actually, the three-..."

god oW

jungkook can't help but whack the back of taehyung's head, their boundary from being semi-strangers in your year you see like twice a day now crossing into semi-friends who aren't reserved with each other jUST because of kook's smack

that's a silent understanding, basically

tae smacks jungkook right back, only stopping on bickering when you intentionally clang your watch on the bedframe to spook them, exiting from the curtain so you could talk with the nurse

being caught in the middle of things cOULD really be fun!!! tae should get involved more often

"so tHIS is why you were outside y/n's dorm when i gave yoongi the cookies!!"

"... you know?"

kook freezes at the possibility that for some way he can't think of, taehyung somehow knows what happened between the two of you

was that why he just hAPPENED to drop by cookies when he was talking with yoongi??

yeah uhm not really

"no. i just know that yoongi hung you out to dry," he snorts because as he recalls it, jungkook looked as pale as a ghost

he didn't really plan to arrive at that time either!!! taehyung just wanted to knock on your door and hopefully drop you his treats then he'll be off his way

he didn't exactly expect to walk in on yoongi looking like he's gonna deck jungkook if only he hadn't yelled out his senior's name

see? it's like the universe just wants taehyung to be at the right places at the wrong times in order for them to eventually fall into place

okay he kinda did take a major L for having his ankle busted but that only means that you and jungkook (even if he doesn't know anything) better make up!!!

“is it bad that i wanted yoongi to punch me that time?” jungkook wonders out loud and he almost wishes he hadn’t, getting an immediate reaction of agreement

“i’ll fill in for him!!” tae half-jokes, getting yet another smack to his shoulder and at that rate, they’d be brothers by tomorrow lmao

“anyways,” he sighs as he leans back to his pillow, keeping his foot elevated. technically, this isn’t his business at all, but what could he do?? he’s sort-of-involved now and jungkook looks like he’s gonna cry out of all people, “you just want yoongi to deck you because that’d absolve you of your guilt.”

kook sighs at that, gripping his hair to keep himself from crying

“but i already know i’m guilty. not only with yoongi, but y/n especially!!”

he whistles at that, getting a mental image with your fists balled because he’s hung around enough practices to photograph all of you for the school paper, knowing that you dO pack a lot of power

“so them decking you is the only way you would feel guiltless?”

jungkook shifts at that, murmuring his answer to the question he’s got thrown

“w-well getting my apology accepted by them would be much appreciated.”

taehyung practically spoon-feeds the answer jungkook need to hear, shrugging carelessly as he watches the boy’s turmoil

god what does he dO?? this is his first interaction with you ever since the incident and he doesn’t know how to act

of all places and scenarios, it just hAD to be in the hospital because stoopid taehyung here decided to run to you while in the rain

as if on cue do you return to the curtained area with a nurse, forms between your fingers

“time to get your x-ray done, tae,” you almost sing-song to him in cheer, being relieved that things were picking up faster than you intended it to

you pat him on the head in an attempt at affection, oblivious to the curious glances that jungkook gives you while he assists the nurse in transferring taehyung to the wheelchair

it’s not until the curtain closes again and taehyung’s gone that you move, hand outstretched to give something to jungkook

.... which is just his share of taehyung’s forms that he needed to fill out so you could get on faster

the two of you are sitting beside each other, chairs close but not exactly close, clipboard in hand and taehyung’s phone at the middle edge of the hospital bed so you could copy his information

jungkook kNOWS he should be focusing on writing tae’s blood type right now, but the spur of the moment nudges him on entirely

"i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry."

he squeaks and he has to breathe out after that

well there it goes :-)

you knew that the day wouldn’t have finished without jungkook’s input, having avoided him long enough that you didn’t know what to feel

were you expecting an apology from him??? uhm not exactly

are you commending him for apologizing??? not at all!! thanking someone for apologizing over what they’ve done to you in the first place is just a new low

“i know i can’t take back what i said now, but i truly didn’t mean it. i-i was just so confused but — b-but i’m not making excuses!! what i did was beyond shitty of me.”

oh hold on a second

that’s the first time you heard jungkook cuss

you wring your hands as you try to absorb his apology as much as possible without feeling awkward

ok you’re not as good for tHIS type of confrontation

it’s not the first time you’ve been wronged but this is perhaps the first time someone owned up to their wrong and apologize for it face-to-face

,,,,,, and not just because yoongi gave them a piece of his mind

yoongi likes fighting battles for you at times, even if you don’t necessarily ask him to

you appreciate it, but you kNOW he did not get jungkook off the hook so easily!!!!

you honestly thought that with his temper, he would’ve punched jungkook even if it was gonna make you mad

“it’s totally up to you if you don’t want to forgive me, b-but i figured i could die trying, y’know? you can reject me a couple hundred times and i’ll retry a couple thousand.”

jungkook adds and it makes the corner of your mouth raise in the tiniest most miniscule way

he knows that not only does he need to apologize with words, he also nEEDS to make it up to you with his actions!!! that’s why he plans on-

you pause your writing on the form, the act of you doing so making him freeze all the same as you try to carry on with speaking as inaudible as possible

"well you know now. i like you, that was my fault," you offer in response to his apology, coughing when you realize your mistake. "i liked you, i mean."

ok he deserved that

jungkook knows you probably figured out the hyeji situation already through yoongi, cutting his explanations down because you don’t even wanna hear her name

was it the truth? do you really not like jungkook anymore?

....

......

.........

you simmer in the own silence you’ve created, only being broken when jungkook shyly murmurs

"can't you like me some more?"

you snort at what seemed to be his playful suggestion, chuckling to yourself

jungkook was only hALF-kidding and he bows his head in embarrassment over your reaction, the pen in his hand feeling extremely light with how his hand’s trembling

you resume your writing wordlessly, not even daring to look at your right because jungkook’s trying to make himself as small as possible too

the words are just dying to fall out from his mouth, an unhinged trap he could no longer regulate when it comes to you

"you're loveable. extremely loveable."

jungkook says out of nowhere and you falter at writing taehyung’s supposed food allergies, a quiet curiosity to your words

"how would you know that?"

there’s no thought process behind it as he speaks surely this time, only taking the slightest bit of courage to look at you from the corner of his eye

"because it's you."

,,,,,

HOW are you supposed to react to that,,,

the curtains peek open and a grinning taehyung on a wheelchair estatically waves his hand

you and jungkook split from each other even if you haven’t been that close enough immediately, thankful for the welcome interruption

tae outstretches his arms for you to hoist him up the bed and you agree instantly, oblivious to the fact that he’s sticking his tongue out to jungkook who’s giving him a mean glare for his playfulness

his x-rays are all finished and he’s just waiting for the doc to come and interpret them (even if it’s beyond obvious that his ankle’s broken!!!!) so he could get on with wrapping his leg with a cast

jungkook takes this as a chance to rise up from his seat, snatching the opportunities he can within the timeframe

"what do you guys want from the cafeteria?"

tae beams at that, grateful because fINALLY someone’s asked him

"ooh!! i want-"

"what would you like, y/n?"

jungkook continues as he effectively interrupts taehyung who’s squinting and looks beyond offended ay the moment

his motive is buying <3 you <3 dinner!! not mr. ankle-breaker over here

you catch on to what he’s trying to do immediately, rolling your eyes with a hint of amusement when you plop back to your chair

“i'll have what taehyung wants.”

huh....

so he has no choice then but to ask,.,.,

jungkook clears his throat, his lips curved to a smile but his eyes looking the furthest thing from friendly

"what would you like,,,, taehyung?"

the boy pretend to be deep in thought just to waste kook’s time even more, even throwing in the humming to sell the idea

he’s been humming for half a minute now

“pasta. i want pasta. like, the most expensive pasta they have,” he nods at the amazement he has for himself, sneaking a look to a narrow-eyed jungkook

“c’mon, kook. think about y/n. she’s getting what i’m getting!!”

jungkook’s eyes instantly become brighter, realization sweeping over his features as he tries to hurry because you might be hungry at this point

“right, of course!! i’ll even get dessert :D”

well wasn’t tHAT easy hee-hee

hey maybe getting your ankle busted does lead to better things!!!

jungkook’s never been more excited to pay for overpriced pasta in cash (!!!) and carry up multiple paper bags of food and drinks on the stairs because the elevator’s taking too long

he’s only slightly confused when he walks to your spot that taehyung wasn’t there, even kinda being relieved actually

tae was whisked away for the second and final time to have his leg wrapped up, leaving you and jungkook alone once again

“that looks expensive.”

you remark the moment you see the fancy paper bags, bringing your wallet out to atleast take out a few bills that you think would cover the cost for this hospital dinner

jungkook incessantly shakes his head no, instead making you sit in place so he could turn the area to be a cozy dinner place as best as he could

"i mean it. i'm gonna make it up to you, i swear."

he speaks sometime in the middle of your silent meal, waiting for the time that it’d feel more sincere and not a little forced

ya know he didn’t want to make it seem that buying overpriced dinners correspond to him making it up to you!!!!

"i know."

you answer truthfully because you might have saw this coming, knowing in the back of your head that you wouldn’t put put it past jungkook to be sincere

you hear a noise of surprise when you reply, jungkook immediately putting his hand inside the pocket of his hoodie to fish out something

“your eyedrops, by the way. i meant to give it back to you earlier.”

your eyes skim on the dainty-looking handmade origami box on jungkook’s palm, a fond look he could atleast distinguish

you take it from him nonetheless, unaware at the multiple layers you have yet to know inside said box

“i can always buy a new one.”

he shakes his head at that, scrunching his nose as he mindlessly pokes at the chicken

he thinks back to what he put inside that might’ve been the reason why he didn’t just buy you a new stock in the first place

“i like giving back.”

giving back as in returing feelings too or whatever maybe!!!!! just maybe

he waves you off when you thank him for giving it back, his next words becoming a little weighted on your mind

"open it up when you feel like it. it's up to you."

that was that then

okay maybe not

you’re almost finished with your dinner and you know that you’re about to come home anyway, getting a text from tae that he’s done being wrapped up and is just waiting for his reminders now

why not say what you want to anyway??

"thank you for the lunchbox yesterday, by the way."

jungkook’s the one who’s caught off-guard this time, choking on his rice briefly before questioning you wITHOUT looking pathetic

"h-how did you know it was me??"

your hand only skims to the right of him, having to slightly lean against him to get what you need

it’s tae's record that jungkook had to fill up

you’ve just realized it a little while ago when jungkook was downstairs buying from the cafeteria, the distinct way of how he writes his A’s and curves his Y’s being embedded into your mind

"because it's you."

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