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maiko-san · 5 months

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TADC x Robotic Jester! Reader (Part 2)

Part 1

Since part 1 doing so well, I'll be making part 2

ft. Jax, Gangle

You're not really sure how time really works in the digital circus, but who cares anyway? You just live your own life here without worrying about anything especially your human past.

You're at The Tent, practicing your skill on a tricycle while juggling lit torches in your hands and on a tightrope.

Ragatha had gone to her room to rest while Kinger is in his pillow fort, probably thinking about his insect collection.

You were too focus juggling the torches and not noticing a pair of scissors cutting the rope. The last thing you hear was a 'snap' and then you fall on the ground quite comically ( in cartoony way ) followed by a laughter. You let out a groan and shakes your head, you couldn't help but growl as turn your head to face the culprit.

It was the newcomer, Jax.

JAX

Number 1 pain the as#&! in the entire circus. You don't like him one bit ever since he first appeared.

He loves tormenting others and saying "I love to see something funny happen to people" follow that stupid grin of his.

"Hahahaha! Look how funny you look when you fall, you look so stupid!" he laughed. Your teeth clenched together. "It's not funny....rabbit" you said, standing up and dusting your clothes.

Sometimes you have the urge to throw him into the void but Caine somehow can hear your thoughts and tell you not to or he will confiscate all of your items and give you a timeout.

"It would be more funny if you were to set on fire— oh wait, you already are!" Jax grins, you stare at him in disbelief. You take a whiff and you swore you smell something burning, your tail kinda feels hot for some reason.

You turn your head to see that the tip of your tail is on fire.

Let's just say, Jax loves tormenting you the most. You remind him of those cartoon characters in tv shows!

Some of his pranks can be overboard and there are times it causes you to become malfunction all thanks to his pranks especially when he pours water into your joint circuits, causing your limbs to twist uncontrollably.

He doesn't care that he hurts someone (or even cares about their feelings). Knowing that Caine could fix/solves everything with a snap of his fingers.

Jax is straight up a bunny from hell.

None of the others like Jax including you.

You just don't know what his problem is but if he ever dares to hurt your friends with his silly pranks, you won't hesitate to throw him into the void.

You roll your eyes and sigh, with him around the area making you lose interest in training. So, you decide to leave and go back to your room or go to Ragatha's.

After a few days had passed, a new human had appeared in the circus.

Gangle

A ribbon with a mask? She's an odd one.

The very first moment she arrived, she was nervous and scared.

Caine was about to give her a name until Jax decided to name her himself.

"How about Gangle? They do move so 'graceful' " he said with a proud grin on his face, you look at him in disbelief. Seriously? That just mean! ( Gangle means moves ungracefully ). Before you could protest about the name, Caine just agreed with the suggestion he have given.

"Well! Gangle, welcome to your new home!" Caine smiles.

For the first few days, Gangle did really well actually. You notice that she has two masks with her, that is her comedy mask and tragedy mask.

Gangle is very light since she was made out of ribbons, if you run past her the poor girl gets knocked down by the wind and breaks her mask at the same time.

You did it once and you feel guilty for doing so.

So you remind yourself to always be careful whenever you're around her.

Gangle really appreciates how you are so careful and gentle around her, unlike Jax who pushes her on purpose whenever he feels like it.

Every time she breaks her comedy mask, you would offer to fix it for her but she softly declines.

"Wah!" again, Jax tripped her over when she walks past him. Her comedy mask falls off her tragic mask and smashes on the floor, "My...my comedy mask" Gangle sobs as she holds up a piece of her shattered mask.

She sighs to herself and picks up the mask piece by the piece, she stops when a hand hovers her.

She looks up to see Ragatha, Kinger and you. You couldn't help but let out a scoff, glaring at the rabbit "Seriously, Jax? Again." you glare at the purple rabbit. "Pfft. What? Not my fault that she doesn't see it coming~" he said, closing his eyes as he shrugs off what he has just done.

Gangle and Ragatha could see that you're on your last straw. Your limbs extend and wrap themselves around the rabbit, causing Jax to blink in surprise.

The next thing, Jax was thrown out of the tent. There was a Jax shaped hole left on the roof of the tent, indicating he was thrown high up.

Gangle didn't expect for you to do it, she was shocked. She appreciates that you stood up for her but at the same time, feeling that she's a burden.

You assure her that it wasn't a problem and tell her if Jax ever bothers her again with his silly pranks, don't be afraid to tell you :D.

A/N :

State in the wiki, Jax gets to choose his own name when he first arrive and he also chooses Gangle's name too.

If you're thinking that "Jax is too mean!' that's what he is, he's just a straight up a-hole and a sociopath(?).

#tadc x reader #tadc kinger #tadc ragatha #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus gangle #the amazing digital circus jax #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus zooble #tadc #jax x reader #ragatha x reader #pomni x reader #gangle x reader #zooble x reader #caine x reader #kinger x reader

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punkpandapatrixk · 1 year

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☆°・. A Life that Suits You, Just You .・°☆ | Punk Girl Culture

Unless you’re terribly blessed since birth, I have a suspicion you might have noticed that living on this Planet, most of the time, for a lot of people, living a Life that suits you, just you, does not come automatically naturally. And to endeavour to create a Life that indeed suits you, just you, comes with a terribly high price tag.

Umm no, I’m not talking about collecting expensive shit because you have expensive hobbies. I’m talking about paying the price of your freedom with discreditation, invalidation, isolation, and perhaps to a lot of extent, alienation from those whom you believe should support your being yourself. Get it?

‘Parents will do anything for their children except let them be themselves.’ — something I found on Pinterest

If you haven’t noticed at all, the moment you were born into this Matrix of slavery, your first enslavement is to your parents. And for that, very little of your Life is even yours to actualise in the Style that suits you, just you. And I think… that’s such an unfortunate thing.

‘Man is born free, but one of the first things he learns is to do as he is told and he spends the rest of his life doing that. Thus his first enslavement is to his parents. He follows their instructions forevermore, retaining only in some cases, the right to choose his own methods and consoling himself with an illusion of autonomy.’ — Eric Berne

If you care enough… If you’re gonna commit to anything at all, I’d say commit to your own Style, honey. Life is too short to be unfulfilled on a spiritual level. To think your Soul chose to be born on a planet of free will and here you are living a life dictated by a System that profits from your phoney and misery.

‘We are born princes and the civilizing process makes us frogs.’ — Eric Berne

I’ve noticed that via education, most children grow up to find great strength within themselves to find all kinds of reasons to justify not realising a Life that’s just their own and nobody else’s. Becoming practical adults, they just flow along the river of society and drown in a sea of duty. Mingling and fitting in, though somewhat reluctantly, everybody is quick to forget the vision of an honest Life that’s dripped from the vast microcosm of their daydreams.

As if diving straight into the bottom of the ocean with just a single breath, most people race towards their graveyards without having truly lived. Are you… sure you’re OK with being just like that yourself? Damn, are you already that at this point?

I hope you understand just how important it is that you take action daily to create a Life that is just your Style. Even if just one small tiny puny thing. Any small action you take brings you closer to a realisation of why you chose to be born at all.

Everybody needs strength to take back their divine birth right—your freedom to create a Life that suits you, just you. You’re not anybody’s toy. In a world of your own you are God. I hope that by prioritising your own happiness you grow up to become a really kindhearted God. It all sounds so unnecessarily tragical but only because this world benefits from its inhabitants being miserable and cruel. But I think, I really believe, that if you can live on your own terms and conditions without being too much at odds with the world, that’s good enough of a win.

In a world of my own, I’d rather be a silly barbie doll of my own design than a stupid mechanical robot forced to serve a society that isn’t even kind to me. When people are miserable they become cruel and I simply do not wish to join that shit circus. I don’t wanna cry on my deathbed regretting an entire life I wasn’t ever happy because I wasn’t true enough to my Style⚰️🪦⚱️

If you’re gonna commit your entire Life Force to anything at all, commit to your own Life Style~

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Celebrate Life but more importantly, celebrate YOUR Life. Every Spring, celebrate the fact that you made it another year. You’ve been growing and expanding. You’ve learnt more about yourself. You’re literally an unstoppable force.

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abybweisse · 5 months

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Everything I know about Ciel is against my will. You see, I hadn’t read the manga all the way yet and any knowledge I do have of future events come from blogs I follow (I know about the twins and Agni’s death, that sort of stuff). Against my better judgement, I decided to read further ahead because I wanted some context (I’m currently on the circus arc) and I am truly devastated upon reading ch 135. It made me so upset and I know what I came here for, Kuro is not exactly a bright and upbeat story, but having the kinds of things done to him spelled out instead of being inferred or implied is heartbreaking. I tried to continue reading where I was at in the story but couldn’t stop looking at Ciel and being sad for him. I’m kind of avoiding continuing reading because of that and although I’m 6 years late to the “ch.135 is sad” party, I needed to get my feelings out. Sorry if it’s not the place but no one I know is into Kuro and would be able to understand.

That being said, is it possible that what happened to him within the cult effected the way he interacts with/ sees/ treats any adults regardless of who they are or whether they’re “safe” or not? I always saw him as someone who is trying to escape from his childhood while at the same time attempting to reclaim it. I haven’t read all the way through so I may be missing more information. It’s a question I had swimming in my mind after being totally crushed.

Post traumatic stress

Since you are currently in the circus arc, it's hard for me to say too much without spoiling things even more.

Everything about our earl's (our Ciel's) position as Earl Phantomhive, the queen's watchdog, must be a near constant struggle for him. He suffered greatly before he had ever returned to the manor, and yet he chooses to fill this role. Every time he has to deal with some creep -- even Vanel within the first few chapters -- he must feel repulsed by what they say, let alone anything they might do. Sebastian sometimes reinforces those feelings of disgust, even when he's not necessarily trying to do so.

This kid definitely sees adults differently now than before the attack and even more differently now than before the cult got hold of him and his older twin. Before the attack, the worst he had to deal with were bouts of asthma, feelings of inferiority, and wondering what he would do to make a living when he got older. Those are hard enough. After the initial incident, he's lost not just his family but his entire world, small as it was. After the cult, he's lost most of his innocence and temporarily lost his dignity. He's even lost the brother he'd been reunited with for about a month.

Since returning to the manor, people have sometimes been inappropriate with him, in words and/or in deeds. Vanel says he'd sell the kid off and thinks it's considerate to say he'd drug him enough that he wouldn't know or care what was happening to him -- not having a clue this kid's already been through that and worse. Druitt tries to auction him off while thinking he's a girl; oddly, though, that means Druitt didn't personally examine the kid. Doll places his hands on her chest to show she's a girl and offers to let him see what's further down. In a later arc, Sieglinde does and says several highly inappropriate things.

There's been a big delay in typing up the rest of my response, so I have no idea how far along you are now, if you are still reading the series. Perhaps you've hit the green witch arc and know what Sieglinde does and says....

It seems to me that Sebastian enjoys watching his young master suffer from reminders of what he'd experienced from the cultists. You can see some of that when he saves the kid from Vanel. A little bit in getting ready for Druitt's party and the escape from it. And even more when he doesn't kill the circus doctor until his master can finally get the words out to order him to do so. I'm assuming you've finished the circus arc by now, at least. He lets the kid suffer a bit more than necessary later on, in other scenarios, and sometimes just plain makes the kid feel uncomfortable. Though, oddly, he doesn't say anything about how he got information out of Beast; he could have told the kid just to see the revulsion on his face, but he doesn't. But there are other times where he "shields" the kid from viewing mature content, but I think that has more to do with being a proper butler to a child, when the other servants are around. Like it's an act for their benefit, not his master's benefit.

For the most part, our earl doesn't automatically treat adults (or other minors) like they might harm him, but whenever anyone talks about anything sexual or exposes parts that would be considered inappropriate for the era -- or even touches him in an unexpected manner -- you can tell he's a bit on edge, sometimes plain grossed out by it.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #earl phantomhive #our earl #our ciel #trauma #tw: csa #ptsd #anon asks #i answer #answered asks #nov 14 2023 #sorry for the delay #i hope it's still relevant #long post #long reads

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villabella12 · 10 months

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@arcvmonth Day 18: D/D/D - Different Dimension Day (Pt. II)

Second part of the same prompt since there's little context provided there but here's some concepts + an AU I forgot to add in the previous post I have for the last two on the same post but then again, I'm no writer, I just wanted to share stuff

A bit heads up: I will spoil the name of my OCs in this post but the design of them will be out next week

TW: Mention of Scars

The Cards Has Bodies In Them

Rhen Dharmas' origins dated WAY back in the early 1930s, with a farmer from a european village picking up the first ever card of its kind and slowly but surely turns him and the rest of the town into cards

A bit of a fruitshipping moments here and there (Yuzu going absolute bonkers whenever someone tries to harm her "boyfriend" while he's in his draconic form)

The thief could be a minor character from Zexal (either Erazor or that gangster duo Shark used to hangout) or someone entirely new who wanted the Rhen Dharmas to exploit them to win multiple duels

Maria was the one who brought up the entire "Rhen-Dharma" conspiracy, does research abt it, HASNT SLEPT IN DAYS, friends suspect it would be the influence that's driving her crazy, nearly drowned in her brother's bathtub, nearly SLIT HER NECK FOR A SACRIFICE, then was sent to the hospital and she's alright... for now...

Interesting lore drop between a conversation Maria and her ace monster, Ibong Adarna (they/them) have regarding Duel Monsters and their secrets overall

1V2 between the thief and Yuya (in his draconic form) and Maria (OC)

^ An INCREDIBLY intense and brutal duel that Yuya will never forget, even worst than the ones he had faced during the Dimensional War because

^ 1. The monster's effect may inflict damage but the way it did is a bit of a horrific process and 2. If they lose they'll turn into ACTUAL Monster Cards

Sawatari has character development :)

Also Maria bonding with the XYZ gang cus they like her energy + she needs more friends

Raya being sketchy (not in a bad way nor a good way)

Yuya still has nightmares abt losing control & harming his friends whilst hes in his draconic form and fears that those nightmares might come true someday (it did...)

And then he learns to find ways on how to live with it, and learns to accept it as a part of himself, despite his wishes for it to be gone

Duelists in the Backrooms

Maria also learns how to let go of the burden to protect others over herself and also lets herself be more open

Concepts of this AU is being brainstormed over so here's maybe a sneak peak of how it plays out

There are four groups that reside in a specific level in the backrooms: The Lancers (Level 170), The Resistance (Level 20), The "Signers" (Level 11.1), and The Rebellion (Level 179)

There isn't as much duels in this AU unlike TCHBIT, the duels only happen if there's a misunderstanding or disagreement

There's also solo survivors that doesn't join a specific group and/or joins them but just survive independently (i.e Maria, Meiru, Dennis, Michio, and Asuka)

Instead of dying and losing their items, they just restart to a completely different level and their items will be scattered around them once they restart (meaning they're going to be stuck in an endless loop of survival and death)

^ The wounds they have obtain from fighting the entities will also appear as scars

Theres going to be underrated duo moments here and there, some are serious, some are not

Summoning Monsters can also be helpful for combat and transportation but are limited due to certain levels being strict abt said monsters

Zarc and Ray's influence over the Yu-Boys and Bracelets Girls are stronger than in canon

Leo has something to do with all characters being stuck in the backrooms

The characters aged regularly but due to how slow the time in the backrooms are, their bodies ages slowly (in this au)

The Curse That Will Never Be Unfold

The father side of Yuya's family owns a really popular circus, with his father, Yusho, being a ringmaster and him being one of those a daredevil acrobats

His mother is a gang leader (that doesnt terrorize) like in the anime, but instead of retiring from it she continues to help others with her gang

Yuzu is somewhat a badass bard warrior, her main weapon being the violin. Her father, Shuzo, owns a instrument shop and works alongside with Yusho

Raya, Gongenzaka, and Sawatari are somewhat townies (with one of them being secretly a samurai warrior) that soon learned to fight with secret abilities they didnt know exist within them

^ Maria can transform into certain terrains (small terrains) and also animals that may represent, symbolizes, or is connected with nature

Maria is a forest spirit that is under Lethia's mentorship, alongside her twin brother, Mariano, and younger twin siblings, Olive and Oliver

^ Born from the blood of two humans that were received from a cut during their work hours that soon dropped into the leaves, grows out of a giant ass flower, then the couple proceeds to drop one into the water and then BOOM her brother is born out of a seashell

(^ Then they decide to do it again 10 years later then was given the results, a fire and air child...)

Yuto, Ruri, and Shun will accompany the group at some point, with the three of them developing a close bond the group, especially Maria

The Synchro and Fusion squad will appear but idk what their roles are still...

Zarc and Coralline are siblings, with him being the god of destruction and her being the goddess of death, underneath the alias, Morgana

^ Zarc and Ray are still bitter enemies, but over time grew close as Zarc starts to realize that he is not the villain that everyone thought of him was

^ Zarc doesnt have a close relationship with his siblings. He, Virgil, and Carolyn always fights, he and Cora arent really close, and Marilena is deeply afraid of him. He hates to admit it but, he wishes he can spend more time with them but his lust for violence prevents him from doing so

^ Also she fell in love with a human who has secret eldritch magic, in which enrages Zarc, gets teased by Virgil and Carolyn, but Marilena is oblivious to the concept of love (despite being the goddess of love herself lmao)

Cora and Maria are besties secretly, neither of their friend group (minus Cora's) knows abt it

#arcvmonth #arcvmonth2023 #yugioh arc v #ygo arc v #arc v

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ephemeral-phosphorescence · 2 years

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I got the motivation for this post from seeing a couple of Tiktoks that really annoyed me, although the sentiment is shared on this site as well. Basically just a rant post.

This is specifically in reference to two situations; complaints about the lack of body paint for Ryan Potter’s Beast Boy on the set of Titans, and the translated costumes for the New Monster High movie coming out soon. However, I’m sure it’s applicable to a wide range of other media. I’m not annoyed that people feel let down or disappointed by these costumes. That’s a valid emotion and a natural reaction. What annoys me, is when people turn immediately to the nearest cosplayer page and go “they did so much better :( on such lower expectations :( the studio had a low budget :( but theirs was lower :(

So I’m gonna say this loud and clear

COSPLAY AND COSTUMING FOR TV AND FILM ARE TWO. DIFFERENT. SKILL SETS.

First of all. A cosplayer only needs to worry about costuming one person. Generally themselves, and depending on how experienced they are, they already know their own size, what’s gonna look good on it and how it’s gonna fit. They’re only obliged to make one costume per event and how intricate or impressive it looks is up to them.

A costume designer for a movie or tv show has to make costumes for a cast of people they’ve likely never worked with before, take their sizes, do multiple fittings and then make sure those costumes are durable enough to last the entire shooting time and look good consistently.

A cosplayer’s costume only needs to look good for about a day, and it’s completely within their means to shed bulkier items like wings, high-heeled shoes, crowns or wigs if they want to rest before a big photo shoot. A costume for filming needs to last for an entire shooting day, and then guess what? That actor needs to wake up the next morning and put it on, again. For a couple of weeks at least. It’s important that they’re comfortable. They can’t just take it off halfway through the convention. Adding to that, the costumer will likely need to make quite a few replicas of the costume in question, for different shooting days, and in different sizes for stunt doubles or stand-ins.

Body paint rant: Yes I’m upset that Beast Boy isn’t green. You can be upset that Lagoona isn’t blue. But body paint is a whole different circus in an official workplace. I’ve done body paint for cosplay and seen body paint done for cosplay. It was irritable, caused horrific acne and my partner’s pink body paint for Mina started cracking halfway through the day, so we scrubbed it off. Cosplayers only deal with body paint for a day or two, not needing to worry about the back of their neck or up the arms because it only needs to look good for certain photograph angles.

Actors wake up early so they can sit in make-up for two hours to make sure it looks good from every camera angle and under heavy studio lights, which is then reapplied between every shot so it looks consistent. There’s a reason Jennifer Lawrence quit the Xmen films. I’m not surprised they didn’t have Lagoona be blue. That’s a horrible thing to do to a little girl, especially if you’re setting up to do that through her adolescence every couple of years for a huge franchise. I’m not surprised that Beast Boy isn’t green. If Ryan Potter’s skin is sensitive to the paint they used, it’d break out in massive acne or rashes that will plunge his chances of success in an industry that hinges on good looks.

(Also; Many documented instances of actors having to quit films and tv shows because certain paints used, made them physically unwell and unable to perform).

Cosplayers with more intricate cosplays do better, because it looks more impressive. Costumes in film and tv look better simpler, with a coherent sense throughout the whole production. Think of iconic film and TV looks. Leia’s white dress. Bella’s grey jacket. Cinderella’s ball dress. Less is more, because that translates better visually in a space where all of the different elements are competing for attention. Also, cosplayers are only accountable for what they buy and use. If they lose a prop, or a bead, or a piece of jewellery, they can be disappointed, but move on with their lives. Costumers have to be accountable for every little bit of intricate costume-dressing, and if they lose something or break something, that has to be reported to their boss and possibly come out of their paycheck, or worse, their reputation.

The last thing I’ll say specifically refers to the Monster High costumes. I hold that costumer in high regard. It a perfect translation of cartoony, outlandish outfits the characters wear, made to suit, fit and be wearable by actual little girls. The cropped shirts, tightly-fitted pants and fish-net stockings the characters wore in the cartoon looked stylish and wonderful as a cartoon. But for the actual teen actors playing them, I think those outfits would have been inappropriate. It makes me sad when i see drawn redesigns of the live-action costumes and they just make the outfits skimpy again. Yeah, the costumes look a little cheap. Yeah, the grown-ass cosplayers look more cartoon accurate. But I could see a little girl being able to replicate live-action Clawdeen Wolf’s outfit so easily and she’s the actual target audience.

(The production also has bigger problems than underwhelming costumes re; problematic director)

I’m not undermining cosplayers. They do a fantastic job of dedicating time, money and skills to look as good as they do. But they’re not costumers. They shouldn’t be lauded as costumers (unless they have TV and Film experience) and please acknowledge there’s a lot more that goes into making an outfit for film than just looking impressive visually.

#cosplay #costuming #rant #vent #body paint #monster high #Titans #garfield logan #ryan potter #lagoona blue #costuming for TV and Film #monster high movie

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snowflakewrites1381 · 1 year

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CHAPTER - 1

The Chaos

Jan 1, 2012 Italy

12.00 A. M

August Walker sat on his couch, beside his lovely daughter Maya Walker. They are watching a science- Fiction movie after having dinner.

Maya Walker rested her head on his dad shoulder and yawning, making her father chuckle.

"Baby, common it's getting late...You should sleep!"

"Yeah, dad... Just few more minutes. It's climax and I don't wanna miss that... and Happy New Year, Dad!!!" Maya said with excitement.

"Heyy.. I almost forget it, Happy New Year, Maya!!"

"What? How can you, dad?" Maya laughed at her father words.

"Well, you know, I've been busy regarding my cases, files and blah blah blah..."

"I miss mom, dad"

August holds his daughter hand and gently rubs with his thumb and saying "Yeah, I know sweety, I do miss her. Sometimes I even get angry on myself for not saving her life... "

"Dad, don't be. You did your best to save us from fire accident, but unfortunately God has another plan and eventually lead to this..."

August lifted his head and saw the teary eyes of Maya.

"Brave girls, don't cry!!" He wiped Maya tears with his thumb finger.

Maya chuckled.

"Dad, shall we go outside today? I want to spend this day with you because I don't know, when this free time will come again.."

"Yeah, Maya!! I am also thinking the same, I will make sure that, we will enjoy today with lots of ice creams, candies, party's and much more.... "

And then, August started tickling his daughter.

"Daddddyyyyy!!!!! Stop!!!!"

Beautiful moments between Dad and Daughter, was interrupted by a phone call...

"Hello, Walker Residency" August lifted the call.

Smile on August Walker face, is turned into a serious and attentive one.

"Yeah, I'll be coming!"

After some time....

"Maya, listen to me carefully, I have urgent thing to do, now be a good girl and be with your nanny and do the things what she will say to do... Is that ok?"

Maya nodded.

"I thought, I will be spending time with you, today! Because you are always busy with your cases. I know you have to be, but.... "

"Hey hey hey... " August knelt down in front of Maya.

"I know, Maya. I do feel the same, but it's important. I have to solve something in order to save people lives"

"Yeah, Dad. I get it. When you will return, dad? "

"Huh, it's depend on case, Maya. I can't say about that. But don't worry, Nanny will be there for you, until I return, okay?"

Maya nodded.

"I texted her, she will be coming at early morning, be safe. Close all the doors and windows! If you are unable to sleep, then watch T. V Or read, do some interesting stuff! to improve your skills."

Maya gasped and said "Dad, I am not a kid any more!!"

August chuckled, and he got ready.

He took a small suitcase and dumped all the necessary stuff into it. And left the house...

He opened the garage door and settled in his car, and made his way to the caller place...

After sometime........

2.03 A. M

August Walker, finally arrived to his destination (Siena City).

The place is surrounded by cops, people, media.

A bald man with gun, approached to the August Walker. "Sir, I think you should really see this...Its fucking weird!!"

"That's what I came for, Jim"

Jim Carter - Assistant and good friend of detective August Walker.

"Hey, hey everyone! It is not a circus or entertainment show, move aside. Let us in!" Jim ordered to the people who are gathered around the victim's area.

People moved aside and letting them in.

"Oh my god!" August murmured.

Victim is male, covered with lots of blood and deep cuts on his entire body and face.

"It's like, killer used Saw on him" Jim whispered to August ear.

August knelt down and pulled his gloves on and examined the victims body and it's surrounding.

"It's like, killer had a pure revenge on this man. God look at those wrists, they must have been tied with zip ties."

"Yes, sir.. That sucks!!"

"How did this happen, I mean when? Any info?" August asked his fellow mate Jim.

"People are saying they found the victim like this, after the new year's party!"

"Where did the party happened?"

"2 blocks away! near the Saint alpha museum"

"Perfect! Who complained you about this victim?"

"A young boy!"

"Where is he? call him! I want to talk with him"

"yes, sir!" Jim nodded and went to bring the little boy.

"Umm, Mr. Walker! We are from times now channel, could you please tell us about something regarding victim?" A blonde girl along with camera man, asked August Walker.

"We are dealing with it, We hope we could find more details!"

"Is this case, bothering you so much? I mean You dealt with numerous cases in your life and solved them very professionally, what you will say about this case, Mr. Walker?"

"Well, I can say. Whoever the killer is, It can be female or male. I won't leave them for damn sure. They are gonna pay for it, for what they did!!" August said coldly, in front of camera.

"Excuse me..." August left the conversation...

"Hello, Kiddo!" August welcomed the young boy.

"Uh, Hi!" The boy sounded nervously.

"Can I take you, somewhere private?" August requested the young boy.

The Young boy stared at Jim for few seconds and then he nodded...

"Perfect!, Jim handle this situation until I return! Will you? "

"Yes, sir!!!"

"Come on, pretty boy! We have more things to do" August holds one of boy's hand.

August and the young boy landed in a coffee shop.

"Do you hungry?" August asked while looking the menu.

"Uhm, yes!"

"Waiter!"

A waiter came near to the table "Yes sir, What would you like?"

"For the young boy, bring milk and cookies. And for me, nothing!"

Waiter nodded and left.

"What's your name? by the way!"

"Charlie" boy said while staring down.

"Now, let's get down into business, shall we? tell me everything, that you saw from starting!"

"I saw a person, who is acting weird in the party, I ignored that person for some time, and after the party I was going to home, then I saw that victim lying on the floor and no is there around him, I got panic and went back to the party place and I was confused and I immediately informed to the sweepers. That's it!"

"Hmm..."

"How the person look like?"

"Tall, thin, wearing black jacket and jeans, face is covered with cap, masks and scarf"

"Where do you live, why you attended the party alone?"

"I am orphan and I live in the next colony"

"Oh!" August gasped.

Waiter came to the table with milk and cookies and served them on the table.

"I am so hungry! Thank you, Mr..."

"My name is August Walker, Detective."

"What should I call you, Sir or Mr. walker?"

"Treat me as your friend, Charlie!"

Charlie giggled.

After Charlie having his food, August paid the bill and immediately went to his car parking area, along with boy.

August dropped the young boy, at his home and he gave his phone number to the boy telling him that " I'll call you, when I need, make sure you are available!"

Charlie Nodded, hugged August and kissed on his cheek "Thank you for the food, my friend!"

"Welcome, my friend!"

BACK TO THE VICTIM'S PLACE

They cleared victim's body and the blood. And media, citizens left that place...

"Any updates? Jim?" August asked Jim.

"Forensic people took the body and we will get the results by today afternoon, sir. And..."

"And...?"

"The victim is a doctor!"

"And?"

"He is neurologist, Home town is Rome. we found his ID card in his car!"

"Okay, thanks pal! I think this killer, is something! Don't you think, jim? Why he or she wants to kill a doctor?, what is the reason?"

"We will find it, sir! I think pretty things are yet to come!!"

#actors #chris evans #henry cavill #ana de armas #gal gadot #august walker #lloyd hansen #gisele yashar #laila #fan fiction #thriller novel #cbi #raw

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dorothea-jpg · 1 year

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Homework Headache

Una stared at the dreaded sheet of paper in disgust. She was given her maths homework by her grumpy teacher who wasted no time moving on to their next victim. Una contemplated just shoving the sheet in her mouth and eating it but she worried that it would give her intestines a papercut (That's what Nash made her believe anyway)

She could probably ask one of the Fire Elementals to burn it for her but she knew Nash would clip her in the back of her head and his hits hurt badly since he is an Orc, after all, and his entire family were also major sports nuts who loved to work out in their spare time, including Nash.

The next thought she had was to just not do it and then tell the teacher that her little brother ate it (Which is likely but as if the teacher would believe it). Una's final straw was to just run away and live in the mountains, meet a cute werewolf who liked to look at sunsets, get married and start a family with said werewolf, get divorced, get remarried after careful reconsideration, grow old together and die...

Nash stared at the moth girl with an unimpressed look. Even with her far-away expression, he could still tell what she was thinking and honestly he was tired. Is this what it would be like to be a father? Constantly worried about whether or not your child can even survive with their lack of concentration skills? Nash has never really considered having kids but he was definitely getting tons of practice with Una and his other friend, Ollie around. Monday, he had to smack a bay leaf out of Una's hands as she was about to eat it. Tuesday, he had to scoop Ollie up with a small shovel when he lost his shape due to a mishap in the lunch hall. Saturday, he had to pull Una back from the road before she got squashed by a bus and those were only a few things he has to do.

Nash felt himself roll his eyes and poked one of Una's wings to try and get her attention. It didn't work so he resorted to tugging on her antennae.

Una swatted Nash's green hand away as she stared at him with an annoyed pout and whined "Owww" Nash sighed "I'll help with the homework you pest, you don't have to consider running away with the circus" Una's eyes glowed with excitement "I've never thought of that one before! It must be so cool being a clown..." Una let herself trail off along with her thoughts as Nash examined the worksheet that she was given.

Nash grunted in annoyance. He remembered Una's mum calling the school, asking if Una could get easier work or at least extra help since she was struggling so much with the work she was being given. Headmaster Carbonne said that he would take it into consideration but it had been at least a month and there had been no change.

"Okay, how about we just do some of this in school and I can come over to yours tonight and help you do the rest? Uh, Una?" Nash snapped his fingers in front of Una's face "Oh sorry, I was thinking about the clown thing. What were you saying?" she asked "Just that we should try and do half of your homework in school and half of it at home? That sound good to you?" Una nodded her head, her fluff moving with her.

The next lesson that Una had was drama. She really loved her drama teacher. She was a sweet older Elf woman with grey dreadlocks that she always kept in a bun and a voice that had the ability to make anyone feel safe. Unfortunately, neither Nash nor Ollie were in Una's group but her teacher made up for that with her fun lessons.

Una liked this specific teacher for one reason and one reason alone; she was never impatient with her. She never yelled and she was never cruel whenever Una lost her focus, when she asked obvious questions or when she didn't understand the assignment. Her name was Mrs Heledan and she was a cool teacher. 10/10.

Una entered the classroom with a calm feeling. It was the complete opposite of what she felt in her maths classroom. Una had gotten there early so there were only a few people in the classroom before the rest came barreling in. In the room, there was a little space by the entrance door so that students could set their things down and in the middle, there was a clean, spotless green carpet with a few pillows scattered around and just behind there was a small stage, a box of props and a few blue plastic chairs. At the front was Mrs Heledan's desk, it was very organised with every little thing in its place but scattered around the dark brown wood were little notes, stickers, drawing etc. from all of her previous students. It was quite cute honestly.

Mrs Heledan smiled at Una as she grabbed one of the scattered pillows and sat down on the green carpet before looking back at her computer, waiting for the rest of her students to arrive.

The students that were already there was a Healing Witch named Willow, a Cyclops named Monique, an Air Elemental named Aella and a Centaur named Malakai. Aella was in the corner sitting on one of the blue chairs, Malakai was sitting on the stage and staring at his phone and Monique and Willow looked like they were having fun being silly and messing around with the cheap props from the grey box.

As Una sat on the carpet, her thoughts began to run away with her again. This time, she began to imagine herself as a princess. Princess Una Autumn of falling leaves. Her father, the king, wanted to marry her off to some strange Elf Prince and there was nothing wrong with that... Or so it seemed. The Elf prince, Prince Lyklor of Waeslana, was a charming man. He was kind, he was generous, he was smart and he was empathetic, anyone would be overjoyed to be betrothed to him but there was only one problem that Princess Una had. She was was in love with someone else! A Human boy no less! His name was Giles, a lanky farmhand who lived in a small village not far from the falling leaves kingdom. Princess Una knew that no matter how much she pleaded with her father, he would never let her marry a farmhand over a wealthy prince with a bright future so she ran. She ran away with the love of her life and eloped. The two settled down in another small village, far away from the falling leaves and they had 5 kids and 2 Unicorn pets before they eventually grew old together and died together, their family also went out of their way to bury them together while they were holding hands...

Tap... Tap... Tap...

When Una awoke from her daydream due to the taps on her shoulder, there were more people in the classroom and Mrs Heledan was staring at her expectantly.

"Are you okay, Una?" It was Monique, the Cyclops girl. Una didn't really know much about her but she seemed nice. She had this certain vibe to her... or maybe it could be the pink pastels, who knows? Una nodded at the pastel girl "Yeah, you did interrupt something important tho..." Monique giggled nervously "Sorry... but Mrs Heledan called your name"

Una turned her attention to the Elf woman "Oh, sorry. I had this really cool thought about being a princess-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, sweetheart. I don't want to mess with your creative flow but I really need you to pay attention to this okay? I just don't want you to end up being a liability to your group" Huh? Group? Liability?? Usually, it didn't matter if Una paid attention or not as long as she participated...

Someone snickered at Una's confused expression "Do you think there's a rock instead of a brain up there?" they whispered to their friend. Mrs Heledan sighed at the giggles that overtook the classroom "That's enough of that, please" she dusted off her floral dress "Now then! As I was saying, I want to put you all into groups of four for this presentation, you may pick whatever subject you want but it has to be about a modern problem such as drinking, smoking, peer pressure etc. When I call out your names, please head over to the group I've picked for you and we can just have a little brainstorm"

As the names were being called out, Una tried her hardest to stay focused but the two birds sitting on two separate trees out of the window were saying otherwise.

Advik, Monique, Aella, Caine...

It was a love story about two star-crossed lovers... doomed to be apart forever...

Malakai, Gadiel, Kae, Janna...

Oh! What was this? The bird on the left tree was ready to risk all that it was worth for its lover and it looked like its lover was too...

Willow, Lanette, Koba...

...

and Una.

...

Una was grumpy for the rest of the lesson. She really wanted to know what would happen to those two birds... Maybe they found a way to be together? Maybe it just wasn't meant to be and they just had to be separated for the rest of their lives...

Yeah... Una definitely preferred the first option. The thought of not having a happy ending was torture for the moth girl.

Everyone was packing up their stuff and leaving the classroom as soon as the bell rang. Una was doing the same thing, albeit a little bit slower but for some reason, Mrs Heledan wanted her to stray behind so they could talk for a bit. She walked up to her teacher after slinging her backpack onto her shoulders "What's up?" she asked casually. Mrs Heledan smiled at her but it was a bit forced "Una" she started "I want to give you some homework"

There it was. The dreaded words came out of Una's favourite teacher's mouth. It almost felt like a betrayal.

"Uh, did I do something wrong? If I did I definitely won't do it again and I've already learnt my lesson so you don't have to give me homework besides I already have-" Mrs Heledan's chuckle cut Una's ramble short. To Una, it sounded like some sort of cartoon villain's laughter.

"This isn't a punishment, my love. I only want you to write something for me" The Elf woman handed Una a few sheets of white lined paper with little illustrations at the bottom of them along with a few straps of cute stickers that she could use for more expression.

"I want you to write about your daydreams. Anything you want really. It could be about how they help you cope, how you struggle with focusing and paying attention to your surroundings because of them, you know, that sort of thing"

Una looked at the woman confused "Why?" she simply asked. Mrs Heledan's smile didn't falter "I want to see if you can try and focus on this one thing for me. You're a lovely student and a lovely girl but sometimes you're a little bit difficult to teach, I just want you to try and focus on this and get in for me by the next three weeks. Can you do that?"

Una wanted to run away. Just run away from civilisation and the world but Mrs Heledan's hopeful tone made Una crack.

"Ok" was all the girl said before grabbing the paper softly and rushing out of the classroom

Later on, at Una's house...

"I can't believe I just ended up doing this whole thing for you" Nash huffed as he finished up the last question on Una's maths homework. When Una didn't reply, Nash looked back at her with concern. She was laying in a starfish position on her creaky bed, looking like there were no thoughts behind her eyes.

Nash spun Una's desk chair in her direction and frowned "Daydreaming again?" He asked. Una shook her head no. Nash frowned again, something was up but he couldn't put his finger on it. Una's maths homework was done and out of the way, It couldn't be her brother annoying her because he had been at his friend's house all day, Una should be fine. She was simple like that.

Nash made a grunting sound as he stood up from the yellow desk chair and sat down on Una's bed carefully.

"What's up? Usually, you're all energised and crap when I'm over" Una groaned and grabbed her giant strawberry pillow "Mrs Heledan gave me more homework. I thought she liked me..." Nash stared at his friend, stunned before he burst out in laughter.

"Homework? Again? That's what all this is about? Oh gods, Una. You had me worrying about you for a second, you idiot" Una squealed at Nash's howling laughter "It's not funny!" she whined "She wants me to write about how my daydreams 'affect my everyday life'... Like, what does that even mean?"

Nash chuckled "Maybe she's just trying to get you to focus on something for once? Maybe that's why she chose something that you could write hundreds of pages about" Una sighed "I can't though, I wouldn't know the first thing about writing something like that. Beside's, I didn't even know my daydreams were a problem until you started talking to me about it"

"No, I think this is something you're capable of doing by yourself" Nash's confidence in her was heartwarming but Una couldn't believe it "No, Nash. Please, I really need your help with this one" Nash looked at the smaller girl with raised eyebrows "I can't help you with this, Autumn. You're going to have to figure it out yourself" He said sternly, getting ready to get up and leave.

Una panicked and grabbed his muscular arm "Wait, Please" Una whined at him with eyes that she knew he couldn't resist, not since they were little kids. Nash almost popped a blood vessel trying not to crack but in the end, Una got away with it. He had cracked.

"UGH! FINE!"

Una giggled and flopped back down on her bed. This time, Nash had joined her and laid down by her side.

Silence comfortable fell upon the two. It was nice until Nash decided to break it "You know I can't just do this for you right? I don't know what or how you this of this so you're going to have to do most of the work" Una nodded "I know but it's not me having to actually do work that's bothering me... It's the subject. I don't know what in the four realms I'm supposed to write..."

"When is it due anyway?"

...

"Three weeks"

...

"Oh no"

~*~

The next day, Una, Nash and Ollie were hanging out in their usual hang-out spot, Panama Haven. It was a pretty small cafe and Ollie's grandmother just so happened to be the owner. She was a lovely lady. who always gave the three students extra marshmallow bags whenever they were there.

"I think it's a great opportunity, you know? Talk about some stuff and get it out of your head" Ollie commented as the other two caught him up on recent events.

"Shouldn't I just get a therapist then?" Una asked with genuine curiosity. Nash shook his head "Therapy's expensive, besides why go to therapy when you can just do boxing?" Ollie just gave Nash a look "Not everyone wants to punch their feelings out, I know for a fact that I would get destroyed if I tried boxing, what about you, Una?" Ollie asked.

"I wanna be a butterfly..." She mumbled.

"...What?" Ollie and Nash questioned in sync. Una looked at her friends with wide eyes "Oh, I just think butterfly insectoids are pretty"

"That literally has nothing to do with-" Nash rubbed at his eyes and chuckled "Nevermind, Una. I gotta get to practise now anyway, I'll see you, kids, later" Nash stopped himself from rushing out of the cafe. His sentence just sunk in. Ollie and Una grinned at each other and then said in perfect synchronisation...

"Bye, dad!"

Nash scowled and rushed out of the cafe with a blush on his forest green cheeks.

~*~

Una went home that day and tried to write about her daydreams, just like Mrs Heledan said but nothing was coming to her. It was like all of her brain energy and functionality flew out o the window and was never seen again. She wonders again, what if she just runs away? Will that solve all of her problems? Probably...

But... would her mum miss her? Her brother? Ollie and Nash?

She doesn't know but she knew that she would definitely miss them so the runaway thoughts were stored in the back of her mind, never to be seen again... At least until the situation gets desperate.

But what was she going to do?

...

"MUM!"

...

Una's mother, Opal, sat on her daughter's bed just staring at her "Just write about your daydreams. You have enough of them to write loads about it" Una just groaned at Opal's suggestion "Nash said the exact same thing! I don't know what to write. She said to write about struggles but I don't have any struggles. Daydreams are just fun"

That gave Opal an idea.

"Then don't write about your struggles! Just write down one of your daydreams! What about the one where you turned into a stuffed toy and had to save an entire kingdom of stuffies and eventually became their queen?" Una's eyes sparkled at her mother "That's such a good idea! Thank you, mum!" Una squealed before kissing Opal on the cheek.

The following morning, Una went into school all sparkly and bubbly. During her lunch break, she had to leave Ollie and Nash in the canteen as she wandered to the drama room.

Una knocked on the door to make sure Mrs Heledan wasn't busy. A soft 'Come in' was all Una heard before she entered. Mrs Heledan smiled at Una "Hello, What's wrong?" Una just grinned as an answer and dropped the three sheets of paper that had been neatly stapled together onto the woman's desk.

"You've done it already? Wow..." Mrs Heledan remarked, clearly surprised that Una had even attempted. Looking at the messy handwriting and cutesy stickers spread all over the papers, Mrs Heledan had begun to read. Una had stared at her teacher the entire time, waiting for her reaction. She was hoping it would be a good one.

When Mrs Heledan was done, she looked at Una with wide eyes "Well, this isn't what I wanted but..." Una picked at her fluff in anticipation "This... Is incredible!" It was Una's turn to be shocked, she expected the older woman to just say 'well done' and move on but this? Wow.

"I never knew you could write like this, Una! Have you ever considered becoming an author when you leave school? Maybe a children's book author?"

"It was that good? I just wrote down one of my daydreams because I didn't know what to write..." Una mumbled. Mrs Heledan nearly scoffed at the ridiculous situation "You have a real talent here, Una. You would be wise not to waste it" The Elf bit her lip "Is it alright if I keep this? I want to stick this up on the little wall of fame we have up there, see?" Mrs Heledan pointed at the little shrine she had on the wall. It had all kinds of things on there such as art, writing, and surreal projects, it was all very creative.

"Yeah, sure" Una replied with a smile. She couldn't wait to tell everyone about this.

#humour #teenage angst #coming of age #inferiority complex #moth girl #monster girl #high school #school #insecurities #insectoid #jealousy #family drama #family issues

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Falling Angels

A/n this literally poureddd from me, might be bad bc recently i’ve hated everything i’ve written (my drafts are full lol)

Series Summary: Y/n is a rising star in the most famous circus in Ketterdam because of her ability to see the future. Unfortunately for her, Kaz Brekker knows more of her backstory than he should, and he’s willing to use that to his advantage. The one thing he’s not betting on? That he doesn’t know her entire story

Chapter summary: Y/n gets a visitor before getting tricked into the most dangerous show of her life.

Pairing: SOC x reader, Kaz Brekker x psychic! sunshine-y! reader

Warning: mentions of sexual harassment, slight cursing, near death experience

Enjoy it, because it doesn’t last. That’s what the older girls whisper, mock casualness attempting to disguise bitter undertones as I walk past them. They say this, sharp nails ready to be covered in blood as red as their lipstick, because the pile of gifts from my ‘admirers’ keep coming. Circus hands keep approaching the long vanity in the dressing room tent, tapping me on the shoulder politely to shove cards and bouquets of flowers in my lap. They don’t understand that the praise isn’t because the patrons of our performances find me more beautiful--they’re desperate for my favor. They’re desperate to know their future.

Looking at myself in the mirror, the pageantry of it all has not yet grown old to me. My hair is still in the process of being styled, my stage makeup is half done, and I am not yet coated in that golden shimmer Senia always dusts across my cheeks and shoulders. But I am more enhanced than I normally am, eyes made bright by thick coats of mascara, cupid's bow made prominent by ruby lipstick. The lip look is more daring than I’ve been before, but there can’t be much harm in change. Not when half the women here keep looking at me like I’m the saint of virginity.

It’s not my fault that the Ringmaster thought an angelic aesthetic would work best for the fortune teller who walks around before the show, reading palms so that people can have their pockets picked. It’s not my fault people want an angel to take the stage and call people down from the audience to get a detailed reading around the crowded circus tent. I don’t pick the costumes, and while I acknowledge that mine shows the least amount of skin, the Ringmaster found a way to dress me as suggestively as possible without ruining the illusion of innocence.

At least the flowing tulle wings that are stitched into the back of my costume are beautiful. It’s easier when I enjoy the good.

“Y/n!” The familiar call of Senia. I turn my head, beaming. “You’re a vision, and all of those jealous girls--you can tell them to take their wrinkling faces and--”

“Seria.” For someone so much like a mother, she often needs to be reminded that not everything needs an aggressive rebuttal. “Think about it from their perspectives--their entire existence is dependent on how sellable they are, how attractive they are to men who only want to use them. If that makes them mad at me because they feel like my youth and novelty is taking from them, then that’s okay.” She raises a fine eyebrow. “I can take a few mean words.”

Seria purses her lips. “Okay, but I’m just as old and tired and you don’t see me trying to poison you.”

I roll my eyes.

“Look, it's our very own saint.” I roll my eyes, Via’s shrill voice piercing through me like an annoying papercut. “And in such a scandalous lip color--has the Ringmaster finally taken you to the ivory tent?”

Ivory tent. It’s been mentioned to me before and always in jest. “Where he takes me is none of your business, if not being the favorite hurts you so badly ju--”

She laughs, the sound is pure vile. “Being the favorite is the worst thing you could be in a place like this. You’re shiny and new and soon you’ll be as used as the rest of us--Seria’s use is waning, what happened to her today is proof of that. Soon you’ll have no one to protect you.”

When she looks at me I see more pain than hatred. “I think we’d get along better if I had it in me to hate you.”

She raises an eyebrow before shaking a cigarette from a small box into her palm. “You’ll get there, princess.”

The nickname leaves me burning. There’s nothing more consuming than fire. “You better pray to the real Saints I don’t.”

via laughs, lifting the cigarette to her lips and lighting it with her abilities. She walks away, turning my threat into that of a child’s.

“She’s right on two accounts.” Seria hums, “The Ringmaster will kill you if you wear that lipstick and Ketterdam turns people like you into people like me. We could save up, pay off your indenture--get you out.”

Seria doesn’t need to make sacrifices like that. Not for me. Besides, there’s no leaving Ketterdam for me. Not anymore. “Being like you wouldn’t be a bad thing.” I scratch my arm, see through material wrinkling as a result. “And I can’t--I can’t just leave. I’m a psychic, no Grisha can see the future. I need the facelessness of Ketterdam.” Her lips thin in protest. “And don’t think I didn’t hear what she said about you--what happened to your foot, and what’s in the ivory tent? People keep saying it, whispering it like there’s--”

“That tent is nothing that will ever concern you. I’ve given you my guidance, and the one thing I ask is that you never ask or go to the ivory tent.”

I swallow once, the intensity in her eyes leaving me raw. “What if he tells me to?”

“He won’t.” Seria breathes. “He doesn’t like that for you.”

This isn’t an argument I can have now, not with two minutes until the show starts. “And your foot?”

She shrugs, holding up a bandaged ankle. “You get older, your ligaments like the tightrope walk less and less. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re not tightrope walking like that--”

“Yes, I am. The Ringmaster doesn’t know and he can’t--if I start giving him performance trouble--you don’t know what happens to the girls who can’t pay off their indenture by performing.”

I swallow once. “You’ll be careful?”

“Always,” she grins, “Besides--one day you’ll know enough about tightrope walking to help me on days like this.”

The last time I trained on the mini-tightrope had proven me to be a disappointment. Still, I smile at her softly. I open my mouth to respond, but a quick tap to my shoulder silences me.

“Miss,” a circus hand I recognize begins.

I smile politely. “Please leave any gifts on my vanity--”

“It’s not a gift,” he mumbles, voice taut, “You have visitors.”

Something solid pushes itself into my chest, wedging itself between my lungs. Have they found me? “I-I don’t take visitors. Not before shows, if someone wants a private reading they’re to go to my tent at the front--”

“We’re not here for readings or any of the other lies you sell.”

...Surprising. I let my gaze move from the face of the circus hand and towards the individuals behind him. A man, tall and dressed in business attire--hat and all. His face is all sharp angles and his eyes are emotionless. His leather-gloved hands grip the head of an intricate cane. Next to him is another tall man, dressed a little more casually, with dark curls. Lastly, there’s a girl, with oil-black hair pulled into a sleek ponytail.

“Then what are you here for?”

Seria, never one to leave me unattended around strange men, takes a step in front of me. “I know who you are, Dirtyhands, and I know there’s no business you could find with her.”

What? Dirtyhands? Can people in Ketterdam ever just be normal?

“I wouldn’t speak so certainly.” I don’t like the way his eyes narrow at Seria or the way his grip on the cane tightens.

Thoughtlessly, I stick a hand between them, forcing Seria back slightly. “I apologize, she’s protective--always assuming the worst in people. Though considering she called you ‘Dirtyhands’, maybe that’s what you want.”

Ugh. All I do is ramble when I most definitely shouldn’t. “Want what?”

Eyebrows drawing together, I force myself to hold his gaze. “For people to assume the worst.”

The response seems to confuse him. That’s okay--I’ll take anything over aggressive. “The only people I want to assume the worst are those I want to be right.”

Okay. Dramatic was a fair assumption.

“Seria.” Oh no. I know that voice. I know that voice too well. “They tell me you're injured.”

Seria stiffens, as does every performer when he addresses them. “Not too injured to perform, sir.”

The Ringmaster sneers. “I can’t risk you falling and embarrassing me. Perhaps tonight you’ll make your money by spending the entire show in the ivory tent.”

The way she hardens wrenches my gut. I press my hands to avoid reaching out for her. “I can do the tightrope.” The Ringmaster’s gaze shifts towards me. “I can do it--and I can do it well and I’ll give the profit to Seria.”

He tilts his chin, regarding me in a way a woman should never be regarded. He’s a predator and I’m a lamb that’s lost its way. Still, I hold his gaze. I don’t flinch, even when he moves to brush his knuckles along my cheek. His touch is acid. Pure, burning acid. “The wings I placed on your back are decorative.”

“I don’t need them.” Total bullshit.

“Hm,” he breathes, letting the smell of alcohol fill the space between us, “I’ll allow it.” The Ringmaster drops his hand to his side. “Wipe that lipstick off your face before someone mistakes you for one of these common whores.”

How I don’t throw up at the sight of him is a miracle in itself. By some small mercy, he turns and walks away before I have to respond.

“You’re an idiot--you know you’re not ready for the tightrope.”

“There’s a net,” I try to keep my voice light, dismissive. She remains tense. “Seria, I had to.”

“No, you could have--”

“It’s not fair that you’re always a shield for me. When the opportunity to shield you for once comes, I’ll take it.” Turning before she can protest, I try to walk forward. The stranger places his cane where I intend to walk, intentionally warning me that he decides when our conversation is over. Unfortunately, I used up all my patience with the Ringmaster. “130 kruge.” He raises an eyebrow. “That’s the estimated amount I’ll make tonight, unless I’m late and excluded from the show. Either make up the deficit you’ll be costing me or let me go.”

His eyebrows draw together, shifting his expression from neutrally calloused to something much darker. “Kaz.” This comes from the girl. She takes a step forward. “Look one step ahead.”

“Excuse me?”

“Everyone thinks you’re not supposed to look down, but looking up is just as impractical.” She pauses, expression strangely mesmerized, “Look one step ahead--not at your feet.”

My genuine smile shocks me. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you, Sankta y/n.” Her head bows, hands held together as if in prayer.

Oh. She’s one of the religious that believes me an actual Saint. “I appreciate the sentiment, but if I was a Saint I’d be able to help people.” No matter what I do, no matter how much blood I offer, I can never help people. “And as you’ve seen--I can’t.”

The crowd’s roaring is a different world to me. On the platform, feet away from the other wooden structure acting as solid ground, everything is different. I am now in a world where the only thing to believe in is a taut rope. The net is beneath me. I’ve seen it--I’ve checked it.

“And for our grand finale!” The Ringmaster calls, voice billowing over an excited crowd. “Our very own angel defies death!”

An odd way to phrase the tightrope walk. It’s never called ‘defying death’. I had been surprised when I was told that tonight the tightrope walk would be the grand finale--I assumed it was because it featured me. I’m always the finale now. I try to move my foot off the platform but it’s planted firmly. No. I need to see Seria--I need to see who I’m doing this for. I force my gaze to the ground, panic rising in my chest.

Instead of Seria, I see Via--her smirk apparent even from here. Spite’s a decent motivator. My foot descends off the platform, touching the tightrope cautiously. And then I move my other foot. All of me is now on this damn rope. I hadn’t been unforgivably horrible during practice, but I hadn’t been graceful either.

Don’t look down, don’t look up--only look one step ahead. One step ahead--one step at a time. Balance. I take another step. The room is so silent there’s no doubt in my mind the sound of my bones cracking would be heard from the back row. But there’s the net. There’s always the net. I take a second step. And then a third--eyes focused on only one step ahead.

And then the phantom of flame comes to claim me. Fire. The world around me is burning. Damning the consequences, I let my gaze fall to the world beneath me. The net--the Ringmaster had an Inferni light the net on fire. Via--that explains the look.

I can’t fall--the guilt would kill Seria.

Panic twists my stomach as I continue forward. One step ahead. One step ahead--the flames lick upwards, promising pain and grief all over again. One step ahead. One step--that’s all there is to it. The warmth of the fire calls to me. Burning. Burning--and one more step. This isn’t forever. This isn’t permanent--either way this will soon be over.

There’s no miracle for me. No good grace, no wings that would let me save myself. There is only balance.

One step ahead. And then another step. And then I see the other wooden platform. Thank the Saints. I grip the ladder of the platform as quickly as possible. The cheers mean nothing to me as I scurry down the ladder.

I feel a sharp breeze, a Grisha putting out the flames. Anger pools in my chest as I move towards the exit of the tent.

“Y/n.” No. Not him again. That man--Kaz, Dirtyhands, whoever he is--needs to go away. “Y/n.” I turn sharply, anger pulsing through me. My expression must be feral, because he stalls. “They didn’t tell you that they were going to burn the net.”

The fact that he can tell--that he can see my panic and how close I came to death twists my anger into something more fragile. “No.” My posture straightens. “I need to go now, I do--I do readings after shows.”

“Y/n.” He repeats, firmer.

My nails dig into my palms. “I’m going--”

“I know what you are.”

Tensing, my breathing stalls. “What?”

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kazz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x you #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows x you #soc imagine #six of crows imagine #my works #series #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #sab netflix #grishaverse imagine

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Jealousy || Jesper Fahey

Request: "hey i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could write something with jesper? maybe with him being jealous of everyone that flirts with the reader or something like that lol, i just want jealous jesper. you are amazing btw i love your kaz’s stories!! <3"

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader

Warning: just flirt and my english :)

A/N: Thank you sweety! I'm so happy you liked it, and I hope you are gonna like this too! I'm sorry if it's short, but I have to admit I've never written something about Jepser nor I've never thought about him in that way, and it was a funny challenge, hope you'll appreciated what I've written❤

Working for Kaz Brekker meant that your life was in danger six days on seven when the luck was on your side, but that didn't stop you from having fun.

Not only you were part of the dregs, but you also were Nina's best friend, and that meant that no woman and no man had any chance to say no to you, not when you flirted with them.

It wasn't a secret that you loved fun, and just like Nina and Jesper you loved having people's eyes on you. Kaz knew that the three of you could easily flirt your way out from any trouble if needed to.

"Green or red?" you asked Nina with two dress in your hands.

"Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Definitely green." she answered without looking, she was too focus tailoring her makeup in the mirror.

From the high of his ruthlessly, Kaz Brekker had given to all of you the free night, and you had decided to go out with your friends and have fun.

"Still try to make Jesper admitting his feelings?" asked Nina while you brushed your hair.

"Jesper is Jesper, he flirts with everyone. If he doesn't a move, then there is an entire city that is waiting to do it." you said with more confident than you felt. Jesper Fahey was the boy who had fucked up your mind since the beginning, with his witty remarks and his flirty personality, you had fell for him as a kruge fell in Kaz's pocket.

You didn't want to have to go and console yourself with strangers, but at the same time you couldn't wait Jesper forever.

Nina chuckled helping you with your hair and then walking with you downstairs. "Let see if we can find a worthy partner for you, Y/n."

They reached Matthias and Jesper outside the Slat; you had the suspect that Inej would have stayed sat on Kaz's window all night keeping him company.

Matthias had to shut Jesper's mouth when you girls arrived. He was devouring you with his eyes and the Fjerdan couldn't hold a smirk.

Damn it. Did you plan to seduce all Ketterdam that night? Because he would easily surrender at you.

When you approached he composed himself. "I can't decide if you look amazing in that dress or if you'd look better without it."

He winked and saw a little blush on your cheek, but if you were shy you hid it very well with a sly smirk. "I guess you're gonna have to see yourself."

"It's a primise then." he said before the four of you started walking around the streets of Ketterdam.

Your relationship had always been like that. Jesper couldn't deny that his comments had become more true and spontaneous, he couldn't help it, and it was hilarious for the people around you, because it was oblivious how you both felt toward each other for everyone but you.

"Love, I don't think we can afford a table here." Matthias said to Nina once they stopped in front of one of the most fancy pub in Ketterdam.

"Leave me and Y/n deal with that." she winked taking your arm with hers and bringing you at the counter where the owner, a beautiful Kaelish woman, stood.

Jesper stayed at the door with Matthias looking you and Nina flirting with the woman. He saw how her eyes were on you while you giggled and smiled at her. He couldn't hear what you were saying, but it seemed that it was working because now the woman had her arms rested on the counter, her face close to yours.

"Hard, isn't it?" asked knowingly Matthias beside him. "See the girl you like flirting with someone else and obliviously being reciprocated."

"They are Nina and Y/N, they always do...that" Jepser said waving his hands in the air to point you girls. "You are the one who find it strange."

"Maybe you are right, but it's one of the things I love about her. But still, it's not a shame admitting you are jealous...I am too."

He didn't have time to answer that you and Nina arrived with two huge smiles on. I am not jealous. "Guess who has a table as a gift of the house?"

"We do, don't we?" asked Jesper excited.

"Yes! Come." you said taking his arm and bringing him at the table with Nina and Matthias behind you.

"You have to thanks Y/n, she did all the work. The owner couldn't take off her eyes from her as she talked." said Nina smirking as Jesper shifted on his seat.

"I was lucky she liked my accent." you waved your hand in the hand as it was nothing.

Nina chuckled. "More like she wanted to hear you moaning with your accent in her bedroom."

Jesper and Matthias choked themself with their drinks while you started laughing. "At least my beautiful accent gave us a table and free drinks."

You enjoyed the night, drinking and dancing. Jesper knew that people flirted with you everyday, but he thought that someone was pranking him that night. Every time he turned around someone was talking with you, making you giggle or blush. He was getting crazy.

Couldn't they just...walk away?

He moved closer to you at some point and took you into a conversation everytime he saw someone approaching.

You noticed that something annoyed Jesper, but you couldn't figure out what. You all were having fun, even if with your disbelief he hadn't danced with anyone but you. Was he ill?

"I'll go and take two drinks, stay here dove." he said in your ear walking away and disappearing behind the crowd.

You stayed there for while when a young man of few years older than you approached smiling. "You must be the star of the night because no one is shining like you."

You tried your best to not laugh. "And you must be in the wrong place, the circus in on the other side of the city."

"Ouch, pretty and quick-witten. A letal combination." he said amused.

You shrugged. "What can I say, Ketterdam made me."

You two kept talking about silly things keeping the flirt in the air. He was the one more eager, you were just waiting Jesper but the company of a pretty man wasn't bad at all.

You were laughing at one of his joke when an arm took your waist and squeezed you. "Piss off dude, she is with me."

You watched Jesper with widened eyes as he burned the man with his eyes.

"She didn't seem so to me." said the man annoyed.

"Well sorry to disappoint you. Now go away if you don't want trouble."

"Jesper!" you didn't know what was happening. You had been talking with people all night and he hadn't said a word, so why now was different?

"It's fine, I'll go." you and Jesper remained alone and he looked like nothing happened.

"Drink?" he said offering you one glass.

You shoke your head astonished and walked away toward the door. You needed fresh air and stay as far away as possible from him.

"Y/n!" you heard his voice behind you but you didn't care. What was wrong with him? He had never had such behaviour in none of your nights out. "Y/n wait!" He followed you outside, the drinks forgotten somewhere inside. "Tell me what's wrong."

"What was that?" you asked crossing your arm in front of your chest.

"What was what?" he said confused making you rolling your eyes.

"You were...rude. You had no reason to threat him like you did."

You could see in his eyes that he didn't know what to say. He looked for an good lie but it was hard under your inquisitors eyes. "Y-you were suppose to be with me!"

"So? That never stopped you from finding other partners." you raised an eyebrow obliviously.

He gave a quick look around, as if something could help him, but when his eyes fell on you again he knew he had to tell the true otherwise he could loose you.

"I was annoyed, alright? All those people flirting with you, saints I couldn't even turn around a moment that someone had already approached you." he agitated his hands in the air while you widened your eyes.

"Why should it bother you anyway?" you asked defensive.

He looked at you astonished, as if you were asking why the water was wet. "Because I like you! Hadn't been oblivious enough these past months?!" Now your mouth was a bit hopen, speechlees. He seemed to notice what he had said after few seconds. "Oh...it would be too late saying that it's not true, wouldn't it?"

You nodded quickly. "Yes, definitely too late."

"Well, you weren't suppose to find out like this. I had planned something like a date, maybe with some candles and a good view, but I guess that in front of a pub in the Barrel sounds fine too." he tried to joke shrugging while you were still processing his words.

"You are still in time, the night is not over for that date." you sounded casual but you couldn't hold your smile while you said it.

He looked at you surprised before smiling like a child. "Let's tell Nina and Matthias we are leaving then."

You walked inside the pub, both smiling like idiots, before you felt a hand on you wrist that turned you around and a pair of soft lips on yours. Jesper was kissing you while he kept you close with his right hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, and you didn't think twice about putting your hands behind his neck.

"I have to make sure no one will flirt with you again tonight." he said seductively with a smirk a few inches from your mouth making you blush.

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #nina zenik #matthias helvar #inej ghafa #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #the dregs #the crows #wylan van eck #ketterdam #ice court

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scented-morker · 3 years

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⇢˚⋆ ✎ life of the party

Party boy! Jay x female reader

Warning : drinking, partying, but I think that’s it

Word count : 2.05k

Overview: dating the university’s party animal means you have to attend as well, and one night you get a little too into it, ending up with your boyfriend simping for you while you’re wasted in his passenger seat 🥰

･:*:･ﾟ☆

As soon as Jisu turns onto the street you can hear the blaring music, a telltale sign that the "small get together" your boyfriend had convinced you to attend was not as small and casual as he made it sound. You probably should expect it by now, dating the class party animal comes with some not as normal girlfriend duties as say your friends who went to their boyfriends sporting games or went on study dates after school. Not that you and Jay didn't do those kinds of things, but it was a Friday night and half the towns "in crowd" had parents away on a company retreat.

Jisu pulls into the grassy area on the outside of the gate, shifting the car into park while you have her a grateful smile.

"Thank you for coming with me, I get it if you don't wanna be here since it's way bigger than I said"

"Y/n, honey I've done this before, I know your boyfriend and his friends, it'd be crazy of me to think it was going to be anything less than a circus in here. Why do you think I made you change out of that awful mom jean fit?"

You looked down at the expensive lavender dress she had let you borrow, it was a satiny texture and a little out of your comfort zone, but it hugged your figure well and all fear about being overdressed was now scratched as you saw the magnitude of the party.

You sent her a sheepish smile, glad to have a friend with brain cells when it came to parties at least, she copied your homework every morning before class

You step out of the car, thanking past you for choosing the white go-go boots on your feet instead of strappy heels at the sound of your friend squealing as her heels sink into the wet grass. It makes you both walk faster, and before you know it you're walking through the door, instantly being sucked into the giant crowd of bodies. Jisu takes your hand before you can get separated, leading you to the kitchen.

"You," she mixes random bottles set out on the counter into two red solo cups, taking one herself and then shoving the other into your hand, "are going to have so much fun tonight"

You raise your eyebrow at her but take a sip anyway, confused when it doesn't taste disgusting.

"Can you make more of these?" You excitedly ask, knowing this is a much better alternative to the gross keg everyone else was drinking out of.

"Yeah, if you finish it and still want another one I can, but honestly with the amount of stuff in there and your ahem, lightweight tendencies, you might be gone before you finish that"

You give her a playful glare but listen anyway, taking smaller sips as not to chug it all and ruin your brain for the rest of the night.

She heads out to find her other friend Yuna, who she heard was here thanks to the drunk freshman babbling about her smile, and you head out to look for your boyfriend.

You make your journey into the crowd of dancing bodies, stopping to dance with some of the acquaintances you've made at school. Eventually the music changes and you continue your journey, spotting Jay over by the wall, popping a sucker in his mouth as he heads over to where his friend Heeseung is standing.

A surge of excitement goes through you when you see him, the same emotion you get every time you're reminded that he's yours, intensified by the atmosphere of the party and whatever was in your now nearly empty cup. His black hair shone under the party lights and the smirk he wore gave you an adrenaline rush.

'That's mine' you thought smugly as you walked past some girls that were staring at him, giving them an obvious side eye to let them know you had seen them checking out your boyfriend. They averted their looks as you continued your confident stride up to Jay.

"Babe!"

He spotted you coming up to him and his entire demeanor changed, the smirk now a full on smile and he practically ran towards you. Apparently he was just as excited to see you as you were him.

"You made it!!"

"To your little get together" you put sarcastic air quotes around your words while giving a laugh, "yeah I did"

"I'm sorry babe, I should have known it would get this wild" he really should have, but you let it slide because he looks genuine with his apology.

He finally let's go of the hug, sliding his right arm around your waist and looking down at you, seeming to just notice your outfit.

"Wow, you look, wow"

You let out a giggle, pulling the collar of the white shirt he wears under his black tee, and he lets you bring his face down to yours as you connect your lips in a kiss.

You're still giggling when you pull away.

"Thank you"

He laughs at you, grabbing the cup from your hands and checking the level of liquid.

"Yeah how much of this have you had babe," he asks, although the look on his face tells you he already knows.

"Just that one!!"

He gives you the cup back, ruffling your hair and muttering something about "lightweight" before sliding his arm back around you, pulling you with him as he goes back to his group of friends.

You stand with him as he talks to Jake, something about dancing you think, you weren’t really paying attention. Your focus was on his chest, where your hand was fiddling with the long chain hanging off of his neck. You don’t know why you were so transfixed with it, and at this point you were so far gone you didn’t have the brain power to think about it.

You took another sip from your cup, finding it empty and pouting down at the plastic. You tugged on Jay’s chain lightly to get his attention, lifting your cup up to let him know where you were going. He nodded his head once in understanding and turned back to his friends.

You once again had to cross the slew of sweaty, dancing bodies to get to the kitchen, and you once again stopped to dance, partially forgetting what you were even doing in the first place.

Maybe you didn’t need another drink after all. Another drink! That’s what you were doing!

You smile to yourself, eyes turning into round circles as you got back to your original plan.

You’re too lazy to try and make your own drink or find Jisu to make you one, so you just grab a bottle, pouring until your cup is halfway full and then heading back out to Jay.

When you get there he’s laughing at something Sunghoon said, and you get back into your spot on his side, hands finding their way back to his chain.

“Welcome back babe”

You find yourself giggling at the affectionate nickname, leaning into his chest.

“Okay, you” he’s chuckling slightly to himself while he speaks, a raspy sort of laugh that makes your stomach do flip flops, “have had enough of this”

He takes a sip of your cup, almost coughing up a long immediately after before looking at you like you’re insane.

“This is straight vodka”

His friends break out into laughter and you join in with them, enjoying Jays unfortunate action.

“Oops”

He smiles at you before setting your drink down, and quick as lightning he’s picking you up, spinning you around while teasing you for trying to ‘drink like a big kid’, your endless laughter right in his ear the entire time.

When he finally stops you explain yourself, “I was just too lazy to mix anything and beer is gross”

The group laughs again, and then Jay starts telling them goodnight, doing the weird bro hug thing they did after every party and saying he’s going to ‘take this one home before she starts dancing on tables’ which honestly, now that you think of it does sound pretty fun.

You wave goodbye as your boyfriend leads you out, shooting a text to Jisu that you’re leaving with Jay and won’t need a ride home so she doesn’t freak out when she can’t find you.

He’s parked a few feet away from the driveway, surprisingly not blocked in by other vehicles.

He goes to the passenger side ahead of you, opening the door, presumably to let you in, but you take a slight detour.

“Dancing on tables sounds fun, but you made us leave”

He stares at you while you climb up on the hood of his car, slightly shaking his head and letting out a laugh when you start doing the Macarena on his hood.

“Wait wait!! C’mere”

You call him over, and he immediately comes, the passenger side door still wide open as he leaves it to come see you.

“This is gonna be so cool, I’m finally taller than you”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, but the loving smile is still there.

“C’mere”

You notion him closer, and he obliges, eyebrows shooting up in surprise when you attack him with a flurry of kisses all over his face, laughing before eventually joining together at the lips.

He meant it to be a short peck, but when he goes to pull away you don’t let him, holding on tighter to his collar and chasing his lips.

By now you’ve sat down on the hood, abandoning your standing position as you slide further down the car to be closer to him, and his hands rest on your waist before he’s finally able to pull away, although the pout on your face let’s him no you aren’t happy about it.

“What has gotten into you tonight” he laughs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear while you grip onto his biceps.

“I don’t knowwww!!!” You whine, leaning back on the car, “you just look really good tonight. Did you know that? Like as soon as I saw you I just died, and I really want to mess up your hair”

His cheeks stay the same shade of peach that they previously were, although the tips of his ears light up and he smiles down at the floor.

“I mean you can still mess up my hair, but I’m not making out with you in my friends driveway while you’re wasted”

You give him a frown, wanting to deny his accusations but realizing that’s exactly what you wanted to do.

“Fine” you huff out, sliding off of the car and letting him lead you around to the still open door.

He walks around to the other side, sliding in the drivers seat and starting the music, Tattoos Together by Luav floating out of the speakers as he pulls out of the drive.

“I don’t want to leave you yet, can we not go home”

He looks over at you for a little second eyes on the road kids before giving a little nod.

“How about we go get some coffee, sober you up a little, and then we can go to my house and you can show me the star shapes you like”

You excitedly agree, giving a little “yay” as he turns toward the 24 hour coffee place, although your brain can’t let his small transgression slide, and you launch into a speech about “they’re actually called constellations Jay. C-o-n-s- tellstions, idk I can’t spell, but they aren’t star shapes”

He smiles at your rant, purposefully having said it to get you to correct him, laughing while you give a very dumbed down and partially incorrect explanation of how stars are formed.

He wasn’t sure why you curled up in a ball in his passenger seat drunk babbling about astronomy at 2am made him realize it, but he was oh so in love with you, and there was no going back from the blooming in his heart when you laughed at yourself for saying something completely wrong, your hand latching around his and shaking it in your amusement.

Yeah, Jay was in deep.

#I wrote this on a whim #drunk dazed got me thinkin and party boy jay just was too good to pass up #especially the scene with the sucker and he JUST LOOKS SO GOOD #so uh enjoy ig #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay scenarios #enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend’s name)

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

Welcome Back! I have, once again, written more of Jason Todd because he’s a fucking teddy bear and I love him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N and Jason both returned from that date feeling all giddy about each other, but trying their dammed-est to not let their hopes get too high about the other. However, that was extremely, extremely hard for Jason to do with family like Dick in his life. It’s like coming home to a hopeless romantic of a shipper as a nosey bitch. Lovingly, of course. No one’s like Dick.

“So, Y/N?” Dick asked Jason immediately as he entered the Manor.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“So, many questions: Was that a date? If no, will there be a date? Is there going to be a second date? Do you like her? Do you think we’ll like her? Does she know you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” Dick rambled at his little brother.

“Okay hold on god damn, yes it was a date, yes there will be a second, yeah I think she’s cool and I like her, slow your roll Circus Boy, I don’t know when she’ll meet you lot, I don’t think she knows who I am, she’s from Metropolis, so I don’t think she knows the Waynes well.” Jason answered Dick with confidence.

“So you like her!” Steph mocked as she entered the hallway, probably heard her brothers talking about Y/N, so she wanted in on it. Somehow she had evaded Jason’s gaze though, so she startled him immensely.

“Jeez, how many of you will scare me today? And yeah, dumbass, I like her. But I’m doing this magical thing called ‘Not getting my god damn hopes up about her since it’s only the first date’ you hopeless romantic fucks.” Jason barked at them.

“Yeah, but you love us.” Dick said.

“That might be true, but your meddling is only going to cause chaos, Dick and Steph.”

“What about my meddling, Jay?” Bruce asked. Once again, he had heard the talking about Jason’s new crush and decided he’d parent the boy on his girl. Jason jumped out of his skin, because, he had once again, not seen Bruce enter the hallway despite his best efforts to not get startled again.

“You, are going to give me a heart attack.”

“Looks like this girl let your guard down.”

“Can we just go on patrol and stop badgering me?” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Nope!” Barbara exclaimed. Clearly, there’s a pattern with Waynes escaping Jason’s attempts to not get startled today, “We’re still going to badger you, Jay,” Barbara finished.

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When Y/N made her way back to A/N, she couldn’t help but turn her radio as loud as she could and try to take the longer journey back home. Pieces of quiet and tranquility always surprised and drew her in. Like a good book on a Sunday morning before the rest of the bustling city of Gotham or Metropolis awoke itself. If New York never sleeps, she thought, then what the hell do Gotham and Metropolis call themselves. She laughed.

There were a few good things about Gotham, like the people you’d meet on the street at 4am were some of the weirdest but kindest people you’d ever know. It’s like the city radiated off of the energy of the people in it, and in spite of the villains constantly hitting the city with their worst, somehow everyone never let it get to them. It was admirable. Metropolis was the same in that avenue, but it didn’t feel like the cold Gotham streets.

Y/N thought Jason was one of the kinder people she had met in her travels and classes. And she never thought that she’d meet someone she liked this much in her criminal psychology class of all places, but hey, the universe had different pen strokes for her.

She went and parked her car in the driveway of the rental house she and A/N shared. Only the two of them shared it, but if either of them lost their jobs, they’d be looking for another roommate immediately. Pulling out her bag which was full of notes written by Jason, the original notes written by her, and binders upon binders of criminal cases she was looking into at the time, she would get out of her car and begin walking to her door.

Of course, like most people, she would kick off her heels the minute she walked through the doors of the house, to which, A/N paused her music and went to go question Y/N about Jason.

“So, you know how this works, babes, lay it on me, how’s hottie? Is he kind?” A/N pondered.

“He’s so kind, he paid the printing fees for my notes and rewrote all of them, I guess it’s a system for us now. I write the notes in class while he tries to take it all in, we meet up, and he rewrites them all and pays the printing fee.”

“He paid the fee?! At that college?” A/N said, completely shocked.

“Is that shocking?”

“Well, the printing fees are so fucking expensive, hun. Mans must have daddy’s money to do that.”

“Really? Well regardless money doesn’t matter, he’s kind and I can make a name for myself if I graduate at the top of my class.” She said, fully believing this. Smart woman. She knew she could do it.

“I believe in you, do you have homework tonight? I can make dinner for you so you can study.” A/N offered.

“Nah, I’m just going to go file my notes and shower, I’ll come join you and help after.”

“Well, don’t drown.” A/N joked.

“Do you know how much effort that would take?” She laughed as she walked towards her room, once she got there she pulled out her papers and began the slow filing process of them into her desk.

About 2 minutes into this, she got a text:

Hey stranger.

If someone had a heart monitor hooked up to her, they could have bet their last penny on her heart skipping a beat.

Hey Jason. She sent back.

I had a fun time today with you, do you want to do the same thing tomorrow, I could use your fast writing skills to get by in classes. And I just like talking to you. What do you say?

She thought. Maybe something legit is here, hopefully I’m not just used for notes. She worried about that, since she was just a tad insecure about him. He was pretty. She knew she was a looker, sure. But he was something more.

I would love to go on another budget date with you.

Budget? Actually yeah, I guess it is budget lol. Maybe next time I’ll actually take you out to lunch like I said I would.

I, honestly, completely forgot you said you’d take me to lunch, I was just having fun as we were talking.

Me too. You’re a hoot.

A hoot? That’s a book nerd statement if I’ve ever heard one. She joked. She didn’t actually know if he was a book nerd at this time, but they had been joking the entire time when she was filing her notes. She was no where near done filing her notes, Jason was a distraction from that, it wasn’t that important, she would end up finishing it later. She just liked some semblance of organization so she didn’t have to put it off.

I’ll have you know I’ve probably read more books than you.

Well book nerds are cute.

Eventually the messages from Jason and Y/N started slowing, Y/N assumed he was tired or working so she took her chance to file her notes and start running her shower.

Sorry Y/N, this has been fun but I’m going to get really sparse with replies, I got work to do.

That’s fine! Where do you work, by the way?

And she got into the shower. Halfway through her shower her phone pinged, she assumed Jason was texting back, so when she finished her shower, before she even got her towel on, she decided to answer him:

I work at Wayne Enterprises with my dad. It’s quite fun. He had said.

Oh! I’ve heard the owner of Wayne Enterprises is a lovely man, have you met him? She asked him back.

And within an instant, he answered.

He’s my dad, so yeah.

You’re the Jason Todd? Heir to the Wayne Manor and Wayne Enterprises? She started thinking back on what A/N had said. Yep, she thought, Daddy’s money indeed. She started to slip into her pajamas, which were literally a mess and not put together, because this is the real world, not every girl has matching sets, when he answered:

I hope that doesn’t change much, Y/N.

Explains the camera I saw but didn’t mention, and that’s about it.

You saw the cameras? Damn it. I tried to shield you, they may have pictured us together, sorry.

Worth it for a lovely date. I’ve seen worse, my mum works with Clark Kent, who I guess you probably know since he’s Bruce’s best friend, and the paparazzi loves to take Clark’s picture.

Oh yeah, Uncle Clark. Yeah, the pap love him. You get used to it. I guess you somewhat know my family lol.

Nah, that’s about all I know. Wasn’t really interested in drama about you lot because it’s just not my business. Probably not a shared ideal with the general public.

She finished getting dressed and went to go cook with A/N, and share the news.

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“Girl! You were right about daddy’s money oh my god,” Y/N said when she entered the kitchen.

“Go on,” A/N urged.

“You know Jason Todd? Guess what. That’s hottie from Crim Psych 101.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane. You’re probably plastered across the internet right now for that date,” A/N laughed, “are you scared to date a famous man?” She asked.

“No, he’s really sweet and if this gets serious, I can just block out the flashes.”

The two of them laughed and started cooking. A/N was Latina, so, of course, she was in charge to cook most nights. But Y/N made killer desserts and pizza. Tonight was fajitas, so Y/N kind of sat bat and let A/N do her thing. Trying to know more so one day A/N wouldn’t have to do all the work, Y/N went onto the internet and the first thing she saw?

Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire, Jason Todd, out on a DATE with a Mystery Girl?

Like clockwork, Jason answered:

I guess I have a lot to teach you, and I hope you haven’t been on the internet recently.

I have. Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire. She texted back.

Fuck those damn tabloids. He said, she couldn’t help but agree, the paparazzi seem like they’re very invested in stories that aren’t theirs to tell.

Can’t agree with you more. We should put on a show for them tomorrow, actually give them something to write about.

I like your thinking.

You’ve opened up a lot today.

Is it your turn now?

What do you want to know? You asked him before turning to A/N.

“Tabloids talk too much,” you sneered at her.

“Cat should get their tongue and choke on it,” she finished, “did you at least look cute in their pics?” she asked.

“Somehow. Wasn’t even posing,” Y/N finished.

“Well, food’s done, are you still hungry?”

“Always.”

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Jason turned to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, and said,

“She knows now.”

“That you’re rich?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I have to be more wary of her now,” he sighed, “I hope she’s not in it for the Wayne fortune.”

“Doubt she is if she agreed the tabloids can suck it, Red Hood.”

“I pray you’re right.”

He then drew his guns and fired at the ground underneath their laest venture into crime-fighting. This was gonna be one hell of a ride Y/N embarked on, not even knowing what she was getting into.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #batfam #batfamily #batbros #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #dcu #dc #dceu

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gothicprep · 3 years

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it’s honestly very odd to me that disney has been retconning their iconic properties for 7 odd years now, if my memory is serving me correctly & maleficent was the first time they’d done this, and their fans, the Disney Simps, if you will, seem pretty unaffected by this. the decision to do a cruella deville backstory is stupid for obvious reasons – let’s turn the woman who’s name is effectively Cruel Devil into a girlboss – but i dont really get what their angle with the remakes is in general, aside from trying to ensure they keep their shit copyrighted until Yellowstone explodes.

I would sincerely love to sit in the focus groups wherein they decide what elements of the source material to doctor – “we have to cut the pink elephant scene from dumbo, even though it’s the only one that anyone remembers, because we can’t have an... underaged elephant... get turnt. and the circus eventually becomes cruelty free and stops using animal performances. jasmine already marched to the beat of her own drum in the animated aladdin, but we should throw a musical number in there to drive home how Fierce she is. gay representation is what people want to see right now, so let’s make a minor character from beauty and the beast that everyone forgot about gay and call it a night.”

the things they choose to overhaul aren’t details that anyone was criticizing to begin with. like someone in the marketing department saw “disney princesses drawn as CEOs” clickbait and just assumed the entire representation debacle online was a question of revisionist mad libs.

I spent an irresponsible amount of time yesterday binge watching YouTube essays about how the simpsons declined and atrophied, and the one thing I didn’t see pointed out in any of them was that the simpsons was very inherently a product of its time: when it aired in ’89, it served as an absurd and caricatured portrayal of an american family, but close enough to the actual picture to remain relatable. but the simpsons is still airing in 2021, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense when viewing it through the lens of homer being born in the mid-80s and growing up with an N64 and being raised on nickelodeon. a millennial homeowner supporting a family of five on a singular income. and since the in-universe canon has surpassed the point where you could just say “well, the 90s just never ended in springfield” you couldn’t effectively modernize it without burning the whole damn thing to the ground

it also calls to mind the old joke about comics (“the only one who stays dead is uncle ben”) which are similarly repackaged and rebooted with each new generation of consumer. batman gets meaner, or nicer, gets a new batmobile, a touchscreen batphone, whatever, but there’s never going to not be a batman.

and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. im not even going to get into stuff like dark fuck archie, aging disgruntled powerpuff girls reboot, the ill-conceived television adaptation of heathers, and the rest of it. there’s this weird phenomenon going on right now, like media necromancy or something. I don’t even know what to call it. endless retooling of existing properties even when they’re inextricably products of their time, to some extent. It’s like executives just threw their hands in the air and exclaimed “welp, this is as good as its ever going to get”

i dont know if it speaks to the purchasing power of nostalgia, or that people are generally creatures of habit and their media tastes reflect that to an extent, or that these corporations are just banking on these familiar titles knowing they’re a safer bet than something new. maybe a little of all of it to varying degrees – im not going to pretend I know the full answer to this. maybe I’m just getting old and becoming one of those old people who bitches about “aint used to be like this...” from my wooden rocking chair on the porch. either way, i wish people would stop, like, enabling this stuff with their wallets. it’s difficult for good media that makes contemporary sense to get as much traction as it deserves when the waters are this polluted

#Long post #if you made it this far congratulations #I’m sorry to say that if you’re looking for a point to be made... there’s not much of one #the train of thought just kind of left the station with no brakes

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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Forbidden Love Part 1–Phillip Carlyle

Wattpad Request by psych0bxtch

Part 2

Falling in love was never part of my life plan. Neither was being a performer in a circus but you can't turn your own father down.

A year after my father started the circus, I was still performing on the trapeze. I was fixing my wraps, so I wasn't paying attention. I gasped when I walked through the curtain and bumped into someone. I looked up, my breath getting caught in my throat when I made eye contact with the man I ran into.

"Sorry," he stuttered.

"It's okay," I said, my breath under my throat.

"There you are."

I jumped, my cheeks burning when I finally noticed my father was a few steps behind the guy.

"Phillip, this is my daughter, Y/N." I bit my lip when my father stood next to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and kissed my temple.

"Y/N, this is Phillip Carlyle. He's going to invest in the circus," my father continued with his arm still wrapped around me.

"Might invest," Phillip corrected, slightly clearing his throat.

"Well," my dad said, finally letting me go. "Why don't I show you the rest of the place?"

Phillip nodded, glancing over at me before following my father further backstage. I cleared my throat, running my fingers through my hair.

"Is it really him?" I heard Anne Wheeler asked.

"I swear," Lettie giggled. "It's the Phillip Carlyle."

"No, it's not," W.D. scoffed.

"It is actually," I said, clearing my throat. They looked at me, waiting for further explanation. I sighed before continuing, "I sorta ran into Phillip while my father was giving him a tour."

"So he's really going to invest in the circus?" Anne asked.

"Not sure," I shrugged. "He said he might but. . . They were drinking."

"Oh boy," Lettie chuckled.

"What?" W.D. asked. "What's the big deal with them drinking?"

"My father gets overeager when he drinks," I explained. "And way too dreamy. He always thinks up all these crazy ideas when he drinks. What's really sad is that when he's finally sober, he still thinks those crazy ideas are smart."

* * * * *

After the show, I grabbed my things and started to leave the circus. I bit my lip and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear when I saw Phillip putting on his scarf. I was about to leave but he saw me.

"Hey," he smiled, making my heart skip a beat.

"Oh hi," I said, clearing my throat. "So, what do you think of the circus? You still want to invest in it?"

"I think I do," he said, slightly chuckling.

"Really?" I didn't mean to ask. I cleared my throat before apologizing, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound that surprised. But I have to admit, I'm a little surprised. I know how 'in the stars' my father can get when he drinks. No one's ever followed him."

"Call me Dreamy," Phillip chuckled, "but I think I might."

I blushed at how he was looking at me. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. I cleared my throat as I fixed the strap of my bag over my shoulder.

"You heading out?" He asked.

"I am," I said, looking down at my feet.

"Can I walk you home?"

"No," I said a little too quickly. "I'm. . . I'm taking the trolly. But thank you."

Before my face could burn any brighter, I nodded and quickly left. The entire trolley ride home, I couldn't stop thinking about Phillip. I thought about the weird energy between us from the minute we met. I also thought about how that energy evaporated the second my father walked over to us.

* * * * *

"I hear a rumor that you got Phillip Carlyle to invest," my mother said as I handed out the sandwiches. My father had taken a break and was taking me, my mom, and my sisters for a picnic lunch.

"I just heard from him this morning," my father nodded.

"And?" She pushed.

"He's in."

I looked up, not hiding my surprise. I quickly recovered and finished handing out lunch. While my little sisters played and my parents talked about the circus, I busied myself with cleaning.

"What do you think, Y/N?" I turned to see my mother smiling at me. "Have you met Phillip?"

"A little," I shrugged.

"And?" She giggled. "I hear he's quite the flirt."

"Absolutely not," my father interrupted. "If he even thinks of coming near her, I'm putting an end to it."

"Phineas," my mother sighed, slightly chuckling.

"Because he's a player, Y/N," my father warned me. "He goes around town, going from girl to girl. I will not have my daughter be another one of Phillip Carlyle's floozys."

"Honey," my mother said, the teasing and laughter falling from her voice. "That's all just talk. I'm sure he's a wonderful young man who would treat her right."

"Doesn't matter," my father shrugged. "He's not getting anywhere near my daughter."

"I work at the circus," I mumbled. "It's going to be kind of hard to avoid him."

"Whatever he tries," my father threatened, "ignore. Do you understand me, Y/N? Do no fall for Phillip Carlyle."

* * * * *

I wish it was that easy.

After promising my dad I would stay away from Phillip Carlyle, it seemed like he was everywhere. Whenever I went to the circus, he was there. He was always backstage, always helping someone or offering to help me. It wasn't until my accident did I realize it was too late.

I was running through my routine after everyone had left. There were a few new moves I've worked on and wanted to fit them into my number. Right as I was about to finish my routine, my rope slipped out of its rig. I fell to the ground, pain shooting through my shoulder that cushioned my fall.

'"Y/N!" I heard someone gasp.

I tried to sit up, but my shoulder gave out. I looked up and saw Phillip running towards me. He hopped over the barrier and ran to me. He knelt down and helped me sit up.

"What's wrong? I saw you fall. Were you hurt? Should I call your dad? Or maybe an ambulance?"

"I'm fine," I sighed.

I tried to stand up, but my ankle was in too much pain. Before I could fall, Phillip caught me. He wrapped my arm that wasn't injured around his shoulders and wrapped his arm around my waist.

Phillip led me over to the first row of seats and slowly helped me sit down. Once I was seated, he looked at my arm.

"Your shoulder is a little bruised, but it's not dislocated. With some pain medication and plenty of rest, you should be just fine. Your ankle, on the other hand, looks worse. It's already swollen. You should rest it and make sure to ice it every night. In fact, you might want to take a break from your routine for the next couple of days."

"I can't do that," I stuttered. "My dad. . . The show. . . Who is going to. . . I have to. . ."

"Y/N," he gently cut off my stuttering. "I think your dad would care more about your health than the show."

"I'm not so sure," I mumbled to myself. I looked up, instantly biting my bottom lip when I realized Phillip had heard me.

"Y/N," he started.

"You don't have to stay," I interrupted him. "I'm just going to sit for a while. I'll head home once my ankle stops throbbing."

"Then I'll sit with you," he shrugged as he took off his suitcoat.

"You don't have to," I stuttered. I moved my foot and tried to put weight on it but the pain shot up through my leg. Phillip stood up and helped me sit back down.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, still breathing heavily.

"Why am I helping an injured girl?" He asked with a small laugh. His smile faltered when he saw the look on my face.

"I meant the circus," I said, looking down and playing with my wrap on my hands. "Why invest in something so. . . out there?"

"I don't know," he said honestly. "The way your dad phrased it made it seem like a great idea."

"Yeah," I scoffed before I could stop myself. "He's good at that."

"What does that mean?"

I rolled my eyes before looking back up at him. "I dropped out of school to help my dad with the circus."

"Really?"

"There's something we have in common, Phillip," I sighed. "I had my life set up and I was on a good track, but my father came to me asking for help and I. . "

Instead of finishing my sentence, I ran my fingers through my hair. I suddenly became aware of who I was talking to and what we were talking about.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut him off. "I should get home," I said, slowly standing up and putting all of my weight on my other foot. "My mom is probably waiting up for me."

I was about to walk down the steps but Phillip stood up and grabbed my hands to help me.

"Let's go," he said as he helped me down the few steps.

"What?"

"I'm taking you home."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Phillip," I said, pulling my hands out of his.

"Why wouldn't it be a good idea?" He asked. He suddenly looked up at me, the look in his eyes sinking. He sighed as he shook his head like he figured it out.

"Because your dad thinks I'm the kind of guy who flirts with every girl who comes my way and I'm only going to hurt you?" He asked for clarification. When I nodded. he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Y/N," he sighed, "I'm not like that. At least not anymore. Sure, I used to drink and party but I've stopped all that. Especially since I met you."

He let his sentence drop when he realized he had said too much. He cleared his throat as he looked down, avoiding my eyes.

"Phillip," I said under my breath.

"Your father warned me to stay away from you, Y/N. In fact, he told me exactly what he thought of me," Phillip sighed.

He ran his fingers through his hair, briefly looking away from me. When he looked back at me, the look in his eyes changed.

"Y/N, I swear, I'm not like that," he said, pleading with me to believe him. "And I hate the thought of you thinking of me the same way your father does."

"I don't," I said before I could stop myself. I cleared my throat and looked away from him, hoping he didn't see me blush.

"I know my father is trying to protect me from getting hurt but. . . I'm sorry, Phillip. The way he treats you is unfair."

I bit my bottom lip when he grabbed my hand and gently turned me around. I looked up to see him looking into my eyes. For a brief moment, I saw his eyes drift down to my lips.

"No," I said barely audible as I pulled my hands out of his. "I can't. . . We can't. . . I'm sorry, Phillip."

Before he could say anything, I turned away and limped to the trolley.

* * * * *

I haven't been back to the circus since I got hurt. When I finally limped my way home, my mom called a doctor and had him look at my injuries. It turns out I fractured my ankle and bruised my shoulder blade.

I've been on bed rest for the past month and my doctor finally cleared me. With a small wrap on my ankle, I walked into the circus.

"Y/N!"

I looked over and smiled when I saw Lettie and Anne running towards me. They immediately started asking how I was and what happened. As I reassured them I was fine, I looked up and made eye contact with Phillip. I didn't actually have the chance to talk to him until later.

"I see you're back on your feet."

I looked over my shoulder to see him walking over to where I was standing by the table of snacks backstage.

"Yep," I said, slightly clearing my throat. "Back on my feet but not back to work. The doctor says I should still wait before coming back. Just until we're 100% sure it's healed and strong enough to handle everything I usually do."

"That's smart," he nodded. I held my breath as an awkward silence fell between the two of us.

"I should get back out there," he said after a few more beats of silence. "I'm covering for your dad while he's out of town."

"Oh right," I said under my breath. "He and my mom went to see that opera singer, Jenny Lind. They should be back later tonight."

Phillip nodded as he turned to head back to the stage. I bit my bottom lip when I noticed him hesitate.

"Are you okay?" I asked under my breath.

Before I could say anything else, Phillip quickly turned back towards me. He took a few steps until he was right in front of me. He quickly and gently grabbed my face, instantly pressing his lips to mine.

I closed my eyes and didn't hesitate to start kissing him back. He slowly broke the kiss, sooner than I would've liked.

"I'm sorry," he whispered with his face inches from mine. "I had to do that at least once."

Part 2

#phillip carlyle #phillip carlyle x reader #phillip carlyle imagine #the greatest showman #the greatest showman imagine #zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader

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ladyartemesia · 4 years

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Fic recs for taehyung? I love your stuff btw I’ve read them all uwu

As a beacon of extra-ness in an already extra world, I am entirely incapable of just recommending fics like a normal blog. No. I’ve got to wax on like a bloomin connoisseur. I have compiled some (but not all) of my favorite works in several different categories and sorted them accordingly. This crazy list is so long I had to add a “keep reading”... but I simply couldn’t bear to leave any of these off the list. They are all so good!

Fics have been divided into 8 categories. Some are under the cut.

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨ ▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨ ▨ FANTASY ▨ ▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨ ▨ HYBRID and ABO (alpha/omega) ▨ ▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨ ▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨ ▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex) ▨ ▨

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨

Insomnia by @hobiwonder

This is one of those fics I read and literally could not stop thinking about. It is wildly hot and honestly hilarious. Poor reader cannot sleep and the beautiful bro she’s tutoring offers a rather unconventional solution.

(Ego) Hoe Chronicles: KTH by @suga-kookiemonster

Listen. If you find a niche fan blog devoted entirely to Ego Tae... I’m not gonna say it’s mine. But it’s probably mine. I once told suga-kookiemonster that I would literally read a story about Ego Tae going grocery shopping on a Wednesday night and I stand by that. In this lurid romp, the reader falls into the clutches of everyone’s favorite bohemian sex lord and he rails her into another dimension.

Falling, Falling, Gone by @johobi

Pining (mutual or otherwise) is not really my thing, but I would straight up read Jo’s laundry list if she posted it. As usual I was blown away by how everything she does seems somehow better than any other version of it. This reader is really unique as well, and her relationship with the wildly popular soccer star Tae comes to a sexy and hilarious head at a sort of bachelor auction. With sharp dialogue, delightful subtext, and fantastic side characters, you really shouldn’t miss it. It’s pretty much perfect.

A Friendly Favor by @baeseoul

This is the classic “teach me some sex for another woman” trope and it is done so well. Sweet best friend Tae is looking to benefit from your experience, but his is not the only world about to be thouroughly rocked.

Officer Kim and the Criminal Crush by @ddaengyoonmin

This is one of the best twists on childhood friends to lovers I have ever seen. Tae grows up to become a cop and reader grows up to be a societal menace. I won’t spoil it, but it’s the perfect blend of nostalgia, tenderness, and smut. This fic technically doesn’t have a name so I had to give it one to link it. It’s part of an AMAZING series Zoe did that I also highly recommend.

Out of the Blue by @jimlingss

This is one of those stories that blooms throughout the narrative until you are left with this gorgeous flower at the end. I loved the journey of these two characters. It was real and it perfectly captures the experience of finding your soulmate in the person you least expect.

Sin Pijama by @brilliantlybasicb

This fic is a switch culture fic. It is wild wicked hot and this Tae is unreal. I love the way he lets the reader think she is in control just long enough. It is a wild romp with an adorable sequel and honestly you should read it.

Girls Like You by @jjiminah

I was in jjiminah’s asks IMMEDIATELY about this fic because I had FEELINGS. The reader begins wordlessly teasing and tempting Tae on their morning bus ride every day until he is literally losing his mind. Everything that follows is fire. Jjiminah has hinted she will wrote more for these two and I NEED IT.

Sighs and Sonnets by @btsaudge

This fic is beautiful. Like it’s basically art. This is a bad boy who is bad for you. But he has the soul of a poet and the stroke game of a renaissance master. Bittersweet and seductive, this fic is a full experience.

The Text by @taetaesbaebaepsae

Tae is your friend with benefits but it looks like feeling may have been caught by one or more parties. When you attempt to soothe your aching heart with another pretty boy, Tae decides to stake his claim. This was very sexy. The whole fic was sexy.

▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨

Monster by @neonlights92

Monster and all of its companion series about each of the boys is one of those fics that I reread constantly and also just think about constantly. This is one of the best mafia AUs out there and it’s characters are vivid and unforgettable. Tae’s stubborn resistance to his lovely new wife in contrast with her quiet, clever strength really brings this story to life. A word of warning. The masterlist links are a bit messed up. To read part two you must click on part three. And to read part three must click on part four. The link to part four is at the bottom of part three (or you can just search it on her site. It is definitely all there though).

Dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash

There is a reason the incomparable Shanna is on this list three times. She is truly incomparable. This is childhood friends-to enemies-to spouses and it is wonderful. I adore this Tae. He is sharp and vulnerable and occasionally heavy handed, but truly a gem. This fic also features one of the best angry sex scenes I’ve ever run my eyeballs across.

▨ FANTASY ▨

Chism by @kpopfanfictrash

The world-building in this story is genuinely awe inspiring. You could write series upon series within this vivid universe. The god of Winter is missing and Summer’s heat burns unchecked for many years. The reader is a warrior with a unique ability tasked with guarding a very interesting prisoner. This story is so good. I mean it is really bloomin incredible. It’s hard to say what I liked best about it, because it was stellar across the board.

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash

In the pantheon of delicious Tae incarnations, Obsidian Taehyung is essentially unrivaled as a grey witch who moonlights as a sexy rock star. His extremely erotic clash with a white witch detective plays out as the two of them track down a sinister killer (with the help of some truly memorable side characters).

Out of this World by @ddaengyoonmin

This one is really unique. Tae is a merman scientist on the water planet of Neptune and when the reader and her misguided crew crash into his sea, he takes it upon himself to improve inter-species relations. This fic features excellent world building alongside several twists and surprises. Clever scientist Tae is downright irresistible.

▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨

Picking Flowers by @jamaisjoons

So this story is a journey - truly a beautiful one and it’s a gorgeous addition to the hanahaki genre. There is real pain and I cried real tears, but gosh it was so sexy and so worth it. I was surprised by how truly immersed I ended up in this piece. I lost track of everything else. The end is insanely satisfying, but the journey is really what makes this fic unmissable.

Until Yesterday by @jimlingss

This fic destroyed me slowly then slowly put me together again piece by piece. When I say I went through it - I WENT THROUGH IT. The story is loosely based on the movie “The Vow” and it is just fantastic. Beautiful and tender till the last word.

The Foolish Muse by @bibbykins

This is the story of someone who is deeply in love, but knows they deserve better. It is a sexy and evocative work with allusions to mythology that fit seamlessly into the narrative. I think my favorite part is Tae discovering how much the reader meant to him and what choices ultimately lead them to a really delicious conclusion.

Back to You by @ladyartemesia

The last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake again. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Kim Taehyung is the love of your life, until one day he disappears without a trace.

Vacancy by @ppersonna

This one is the only idol AU on the list and I normally don’t read those, but Lindy’s work is too good to miss in any setting. I am thrilled I took a look because what I found was a glimpse into a beautiful relationship that weathers and eventually overcomes the challenges of loving in the limelight. There is a LOT of emotional depth and symbolism which really elevates everything about this lovely story. The reader’s internal struggles in the face of her lover’s fame are extremely well done.

▨ HYBRID and ABO ▨ (alpha/omega)

Eye of the Tiger by @opaljm

I am beyond hype about this story which is (very) loosely inspired by Zootopia and features a cocky tiger Taehyung and a fiesty prey hybrid he needs to fake date in order to keep panther Jimin from murdering him. (Tiger Tae got a tad too frisky around Jimin’s mate and now things are dangerously awkward.) This story is already so freakin good. I cannot wait for the rest.

Silver and Blue by @taetaewonderland

What happens when you get on the wrong side of the right werewolf? Very sexy - very crazy times. Chronologically this is the first of the Silver and Blue series which follows barely civilized were-Tae through his courtship and eventually his relationship with the spunky reader. Holla to all my impreg kink homies. This is the fic for you.

Heat Run by @ladyartemesia

As I said before, the last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake twice. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Alpha lawyer V is a man of many secrets, but his well ordered reality spirals wildly out of control when he crosses paths with a fiery omega set on saving the world from his wicked ways.

Beautiful Stranger by @interludemoonchild

This was a wild ride from start to finish. Taehyung is a tiger hybrid shifter who escapes from the circus to be close to a veterinary student he bonded with. There is a lot of interesting twists and surprises in this one. I was definitely screaming at the end.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by @jingabitch

A very young wolf hybrid Taehyung adopts you as his pet human when you are just a kid. After Tae leaves to serve in the military he returns to an adult version of his sweet little princess and chaos ensues. Mind the tags for this one folks. It’s excellent, but there are very triggering themes throughout.

▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨

Level of Restraint by @lemonjoonah

This is not strictly a Tae fic in that he is only one of three major players in this twisted masterpiece. Lemon is the undisputed queen of the surprise twist and this one is truly brilliant. People dropped this fic in the discord calling it the best fan fiction they had ever read and I am not here to argue with them at all. Fair warning, every word - every inch of this fic is sexy and it’s delicious brand of titillation is wrapped around your psyche good and tight by the end.

Four by @luxekook

The quadruplets next door are fueling your very lurid fantasies. It turns out they have some fantasies of their own... You will need water if you read this fic. This is the original patented Kim Taehyung Horny Hive Mind 4D Experience™

▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨

The Heat Wave Series by @curly-bangtan

The original story (chapter 1) in this series is definitely famous, but I don’t know how many people have read all 9 chapters and if you haven’t, you are really missing the incredible journey of two very horny idiots stumbling recklessly towards real and amazing love. Everything is set off when the air conditioner breaks and a pair of wild roommates shed their inhibitions along with their clothes.

Flicker by @chimoona

So this fic started out with adorable neighbor dynamics and ended with erotic rope tying. Baby I was ABOUT IT. This was so bloomin hot and also like sweet and tender. Really a sexy and sentimental treasure.

Not Your Typical Flower Shop Story by @jungtaeyoongles

This story goes from “aww” to “WHAT THE-” real quick. Fast paced plot and twist after twist turn the whole flower shop au upside down and then inside out. I can’t say more because spoilers but like - WOW.

▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC ▨ (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex)

Extracurricular by @ppersonna

One of my favorite professor-student AUs. The reader writes her gorgeous professor a borderline erotic analysis of several major works of art and he feels compelled to discuss it with her privately. Lindy really outdid herself on this one. It is scorchin. Professor Tae is actually really sweet and somehow that just makes the whole thing hotter.

Akrasia by @nitaescence

This is insanely hot. Emphasis on the insane because it’s basically a super erotic romp where you have sex with a man you don’t know (Taehyung) on a crowded public bus. I literally felt my blood pressure going up the longer I read. Whew.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

This one hit me right in the feels. Taehyung is a sweet and lonely man who has a standing Wednesday appointment with an upscale sex worker. As the story progresses, feelings become involved on both sides. When I say I am checking her page thrice daily for part three... This is so engrossing. And this Tae. I just want to hold him.

Daffodil Dreams by @sombreboy

Tread carefully ladies and gents. This story is excellent, but it is easily the darkest fic on the list and, if you choose to read it, please read the trigger warnings carefully. The reader is a psychologist called in to analyze a very dangerous criminal. As their sessions progress, however, several boundaries are crossed.

Obey by @jjkfire

Taehyung is the most feared and ruthless member of the local mafia and you are the world’s most inept escort. You needed a job, but had no real interest in sex work and you’ve managed to fly under the radar as a glorified waitress until Kim Taehyung himself walks into your agency and decides that you’re the only girl he wants. Oh my gosh I loved this story so much. It was downright amazing and there is a surprise at the end that makes everything even sweeter.

#kim taehyung #bts #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehung fanfiction #viola recommends #fic recs #I CANNOT BELIEVE TUMBLR FORMATTED MY POST SO MY BANNER IS HIDDEN I WANT TO LITERALLY CRY #TUMBLR we are FIGHTING oh my gosh

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Title: Blackout

Summary: When he opens the book, the spine cracks faintly. He smiles. He reads out loud, it’s easier to get through when the words roll off his tongue instead of bouncing about in his head. “Dorothy lived in the great Kansas prairies-” thunder rolls loudly outside. The lights flicker. Then, the room is cast into darkness.

Notes: just something short and sweet! I decided to post it directly here rather than ao3

Mr. Benedict’s house is old and creaky, a breeze blows through imperceptible gaps and the heating is broken, which makes the third floor warm at all times. It’s warm now, as SQ curls up in his bed. He props a book up in his lap, it had been a birthday gift from his uncle. The Wizard of Oz. The cover depicted a young girl standing at the edge of a road of yellow brick, a little dog stands beside her. On the other side of the road is a Lion, a Scarecrow, and a Tinman with an axe resting on his shoulder. SQ turns the knob on the bedside lamp and casts the room in a soft, orange glow. It’s late out, a storm blows outside. There��s no rain, oddly enough. A dry thunderstorm, that’s what Sticky had said. Every now and then thunder rolls through and startles him. He’s trying to ignore it. He opens the book. The print, mercifully, is a decent size. And the font is ‘dyslexia friendly’ as his uncle had put it. That had been a recent, and mildly unsurprising discovery. It’s an old, well-loved book, presumably his uncle had either owned it previously or bought it second hand. His father would have bought a newer book, something untouched by the outside world. He likes this more. It feels personal. Loving. Love is imbued in every little thing about his uncle, and everything he does for his family. When he opens the book, the spine cracks faintly. He smiles. He reads out loud, it’s easier to get through when the words roll off his tongue instead of bouncing about in his head.

“Dorothy lived in the great Kansas prairies-” thunder rolls loudly outside. The lights flicker. Then, the room is cast into darkness. SQ’s blood rushes to his ears, a whimper rises and dies in his throat. He blinks hard, trying to adjust to the sudden darkness. He can hear the sound of other kids yelling out in the darkness for the adults and Sticky yelping two doors down. SQ squints, moonlight is pouring into the room now, his eyes are adjusting. He closes the book and sets it aside, then he kicks his legs over the side of the bed and slides down to the floor. His toes dig into the carpet, the fabric is soft and textured in a way that doesn’t make his teeth hurt like other carpet does. He pads out of the room into the hall. It’s just as dark in here as it is in his room. A beam of light comes down the hall and flashes into his eyes. He groans and holds his arm up to shield himself.

“Whoops, sorry,” Kate says, then directs the flashlight down. The light illuminates the hallway in a ghostly way. Kate’s face is lit from below, creating sharp shadows along the soft edges of her face. She’s smiling, seemingly undisturbed by the sudden darkness. She darts forward and grabs his hand, excited about something. She’s always excited about something. “Hey, come check this out.” she leads him down the dark hallway, flashlight beam directing them forward to the end of the hall, down the stairs, and finally to the backdoor. Outside in the backyard, it seems everyone is gathered. The adults and kids are all gathered outside around the firepit that sits near the back porch. Kate leads him outside and down the steps. Then, she climbs into the tree and hauls him up after her. The bark hurts his feet a bit, but he bears it because Kate seems rather excited. They both settle on a sturdy branch. She points over the fence. It takes SQ a moment to realize what she was pointing at. Then, he realizes the skyline of Stonetown is an entirely dark. There isn’t a single streetlight on or window illuminated by a yellow glow. It’s a blackout. SQ’s eyes widen slightly.

“Woah…” He can see Kate grinning in the corner of his eye. She’s kicking her legs and bouncing slightly. SQ crosses his legs and looks out over the skyline. He can hear car horns honking in the distance.

“This is much nicer than the last blackout I was in.”

“The last blackout?”

“Yeah, not long before the prison. We lost Constance and had to go looking for her.”

SQ’s stomach turns slightly. Right, they had been looking for Constance, hoping to find her before his father’s men did. Kate hummed and started climbing down from the tree. “C’mon,” she said “Milligan’s gonna get a fire started, we’re gonna make s’mores!”

“S’mores?”

“Yeah, haven’t you ever had one?” SQ shakes his head and Kate’s mouth drops open. She looks shocked, as though he’d just committed some grievous wrong. “Well we gotta fix that! Come on, come on!” She grabs his hand and starts hauling him down from the tree. He goes gladly. The grass under his feet is cool and already becoming wet with dew. Mid to late September is his favourite time of year. Cold in the morning, hot in the afternoon, and dropping temperatures again in the evening. He shivers slightly against the breeze. He’s still shivering when he sits in front of the now burning fire. He feels a soft fabric against his shoulder and looks away from the light of the fire as Milligan sits beside him. Milligan's jacket is draped around his shoulders.

He says nothing, just smiles. SQ smiles back. The jacket is warm around him, like a blanket fresh from the dryer. He slips his arms through the sleeves. It’s way too big on him. It makes him feels small, but not small in the shameful way his father made him feel. It feels more like everything had been contained in one small space, including himself. It feels safe. He likes it.

“Kate told me you’ve never had a s’more.” Milligan says, looking over at him. He has a good-natured smile on his face, “she sounded horrified at the thought.”

“It seems there’s a lot of stuff I haven’t experienced that she has.” SQ says, it comes out in a half mumble. He hears Milligan let out a laugh that’s more of an exhale of breath and a hum of amusement. SQ turns to get a good look at him. He’s still in a coat, which means that he had purposefully brought one out for SQ. Milligan is sitting on one of the little logs-turned-chairs next to him, resting his arms on his legs, hands laced together.

“Well,” he says after a moment “you can hardly hold that against yourself, Kate travelled around quite a bit and experienced a lot during her years in the circus.” He supposes that’s fair. But it’s not like this something new and exciting to the others. It’s just a s’more. Something most children are familiar with and have had on several occasions. He can’t help a small pang of loss. Loss for what, he isn’t sure. Perhaps for the child he could have been had he not grown up on the island. It hit him, sometimes, that he would never get those years back. His father had stolen from him what could have been a wonderful childhood, and no matter how he wished he to do so, he could not go back in time and fix things. He was stuck in this time, there was no way to go back. Time’s arrow stops for no one. The best he could hope for was to find solace in the family and friends he had in the present. He pulls the jacket tighter around himself, trying to fight off those thoughts before they have the chance to overwhelm him. He takes a deep breath and exhales.

“I guess so,” he says at last. He watches the fire. It flickers, breaks apart and comes together again. It crackles softly, embers rise into the air and fall down into the grass, making him mildly anxious. He’s heard the embers are part of the charm of a summer fire. He doesn’t quite see it, but the fire is nice and warm. Something is held out in front of him, drawing his attention away from the fire. After a moment he realizes it’s a long, metal stick with two prongs at one end, and a rubber handle on the other. He turns to look at who’s holding it out and sees Kate, giving him her usual excited grin.

“Wanna watch me set a marshmallow on fire?” she asks. He can’t possibly say no. He nods and she grabs the bag of marshmallows sitting beside her. She pierces two of the marshmallows onto the prongs at the end of the metal stick, then she holds them over the fire. At first, he doesn’t see it. But then there’s a small, subtle change amongst the flames surrounding the marshmallows, and when Kate pulls them away, they’re on fire. She holds it much too close for comfort. She lets the marshmallows burn for a moment before she takes a deep breath and blows them out. SQ blinks as she looks back to him, grinning. “Pretty cool, huh?” He nods, for lack of anything else to say.

She turns away from him and he can see her putting something together, though he isn’t sure what it is. He gets his answer a moment later when she turns back, and holds something out to him. A marshmallow and a small piece of chocolate are squished between two graham crackers. He tilts his head at it. “It’s a s’more,” she says “try it! It’s good!” He takes it, trying to avoid marshmallow dripping onto his shirt, and takes a bite. When he bites into it the marshmallow spills out and onto his fingers, making them sticky. But he finds he doesn’t care. Because Kate was right, it’s good. Really good. His eyes widen slightly, he smiles at her. “Right?” She says, somehow understanding what he’s trying to convey without any words. He decides he likes s’mores.

#mbs #tmbs #kate wetherall #milligan wetherall #sq pedalian #sq curtain #the mysterious benedict society #mysterious benedict society

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