#no trips to the library anytime soon for me

[messers-moony]

SONG ONE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK | T.D

Pairing: Husband!Tim Drake-Wayne X Wife!Reader

Summary: Tim plans a surprise trip to New York City, its better than he could've ever imagined.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Apart of my new series! The Track list of 1989 (Taylor’s Version) used for imagines of Tim Drake! The master list for this series should be posted soon!

Her hands shook. The ground beneath her trembled due to turbulence. A steady weight of polyester was around her waist, keeping her in place. The plastic tray in front of her stumbled slightly. Her computer screen was trembling slightly. 

Beside her, the sound of clicking was like white noise. He hadn’t stopped since they boarded the jet an hour ago. Star Labs in Central City had invented a new device that Wayne Enterprises was interested in partnering with. Tim had insisted that they fly to Star Labs the next day to discuss details. 

She had rolled her eyes but woke up at eight in the morning anyway. 

The computer in front of her held documents for the fundraising event in Park Row. Jason had suggested they do something small for the kids living in the area. Neither of them had protested. Y/n had begun planning different things to bring up to Jason when they landed in Gotham. It was small things like libraries, small housing units, better convenience stores, and possibly, as a more extensive improvement, a school. 

Her heart was whole. She closed the laptop and let it click shut. Her hands loosened the seatbelt slightly, and leaned her head on Tim’s shoulder. He recognized the motion by turning to kiss her hair. She hummed and closed her eyes, lulled asleep by the plane's rumbling. 

It didn’t feel much longer before Tim shook her awake, “Wake up, we’re here.”

“Mmmm,” She hummed. 

He chuckled, “Come on, wake up.”

Y/n stretched off his shoulder and rubbed her eyes. The laptop was gone in front of her, and her bag was zipped up in front of her. The sun was setting outside the jet window. She went to grab her bag before a hand stopped her, “You won’t need that, come on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me?” 

His smile could’ve stopped the earth from turning. It was close-lipped, and yet it made her heart flutter every time. Tim’s face was soft and kind. It always had been, even through his worst moments. He held himself together like an artist molding clay. He carefully carved every piece of himself together and showed only what he wanted to let others see. 

She could see through it where a tiny mark of imperfection covered every smooth mark. Where someone had molded it too many times, and it became too tender. Where the colors had changed into different ones from trying to cover up past mistakes. 

Tim walked out of the seat and held his hand out for her. She placed her hand in his cold, soft one and allowed him to lead her. He led her to the exit and climbed down the stairs. She followed behind. The air was dry, frigid, and cold. Thankfully, she had a hoodie, sweatpants, and beanie from when they got onto the plane. The dress and heels had been uncomfortable. 

He was dressed similarly. He was wearing an old Bludhaven University sweatshirt stolen from Dick. His sweatpants were an old pair of his, the faded Gotham Academy logo on the top left of the pant leg. Jason’s hand me down converse on his feet and almost falling apart. He wouldn’t throw them away. His grey beanie from Bruce when he had gotten cold as Robin. Yet on his left hand, on his ring finger, held his most prized possession. His wedding ring with the girl he’d love until he died, and he would make sure it wouldn’t be anytime soon. 

“Tim, this is not Gotham.”

He rolled his eyes, “Brilliant observation, Einstein.”

“Where are we?”

“New York!” He exclaimed happily, eyes sparkling, “I thought maybe we could use the night and day tomorrow just to relax.”

“There’s so much stuff to do during December in New York!” Tim continued, “We could go see the Rockefeller Christmas tree, or we could go see the Dukes Heights Holiday lights, or visit the Bank of America Winter Village at Bryant Park-“

She placed her freezing hands on his cheeks, “It sounds lovely, Tim. Thank you.”

He was putty in her hands, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Tim brushed a piece of hair from her face. His hand lingered behind her ear, and he gently pulled her closer. His lips brushed hers before pulling her closer. Y/n hummed and kissed him back. Tim’s lips were soft and so gentle. They always had a faint taste of mint from his chapstick. He pulled away, “What’re we doing wasting our time up here? Come on, we gotta go.”

Y/n chuckled, and that’s when she realized how far up they were. The jet had landed on a helipad far up in the air. She looked at the view and saw the Empire State Building and the smaller buildings beneath them. Under her feet was an illuminating sign that read Wayne Enterprises. Tim’s hand reached for hers before pulling them down the stairs and into the elevator. 

He pulled her to his chest. Her ear rested over his heartbeat. His hand rubbed her back and the other on her waist while they descended the building. It took minutes because people stopped to enter and exit through their trip to the bottom. Some made small talk with Tim, surprised to see him in the New York office. He had smiled politely and contributed to the small talk. 

They reached the bottom and walked out of the elevator to the outside of the building. There was snow fluttering around them. Some landed on their beanies and the tops of their shoulders. Their hands stayed connected as they walked through the city together. Christmas lights lit up the city at almost every corner, and the ground was covered in little specks of white. 

The night could only be described as magical. They roamed through the city. For once, having nothing on the agenda, just spending time with each other. No interruptions, no patrol, no training, and no people waiting to kill them. It was a smooth night. She could feel her eyes sometimes and see the flash of cameras, but it didn’t bother her this time. She felt proud. 

Because, yes, she was spending the day with her husband in New York City, and nothing could stop that. Not nasty paparazzi, not fangirled crushing on her husband, not the girls that giggled at her as they passed, and definitely not the older adults that glared as they talked too loud. Her heart was content. 

Tim swore he had never had so much fun in his life since chasing Robin and Batman around in the dirtiest parts of Gotham. There was nothing that made his heart feel as complete as the heavy camera in his hands watching Batman kick butt and Robins quips. But right here, right now, his heart felt even more full. His wife a steady weight beside him, her laugh boisterous and beautiful, the flecks of snow in her hair, the tip of her nose turning red. He wanted to marry her all over again. 

They spent the night in absolute bliss. The lights illuminated her face, and he wished he had his camera. However, he knew this memory was too precious to keep in a photograph. He loved photography, but he knew its limits. It could capture a moment, but it could never capture the absolute love in this moment. 

He saw something in the corner of his eyes. His heart sped up with the meaning of it. Purposefully, he led her that way, and she stumbled when he stopped, “Tim, why’d you stop?”

“Look up.”

Her face turned red, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” Tim wished he could bottle the feeling up and keep it for whenever he wanted, “I love you, and I want to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Timothy,” Y/n scolded playfully, “You’re a dork.”

He grinned, “Your dork.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.” She quipped before pecking his lips. 

Tim watched her pull away, “Nope, not enough.”

He pulled her back tightly. His lips planted on hers, and he let himself have this moment. They weren’t one for public displays of affection, but he wanted this. He wanted it so bad. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, and she allowed it. His body went warm and soft. He could stay in this city forever. He’d leave Gotham forever if it meant feeling this every day. If it meant he wouldn’t have to feel the stress, the pressure, the anxiety. He’d do it in a heartbeat. 

They pulled apart. Her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes sparkling. His pupils were blown large, lips slightly parted, and his nose pink. At that moment, they felt a flash of light. Tim chuckled, and she rolled her eyes playfully. He turned to the man with the camera, “How much will it cost to get that picture emailed?”

#tim drake x you #tim drake wayne #tim drake x reader #Tim drake #dc #dc imagines #dcu #robin x reader #batman #dc comics #dc imagine #dc universe #batfam #red robin #red robin x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #Taylor swift

[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (4)

Chapter 4: Comatose

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

Warning: cussing, mentions of a panic attack

Word count: 8,129

Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hello, lovelies! The long awaited 4th chapter is here and omg I'm so sorry for the long wait! I haven't even realized it's been a month since my last update...but I had a lot of stuff to do for my University and just didn't find the time to write, but here I am now, and I'll try to update next week or after that! I promise you'll have lots of Mingi next chapter *wink wink*, but I hope after reading this chapter Yn's attitude will make more sense, and that she won't be so insufferable anymore to you all reading. Please listen to the fourth song Comatose before or while reading this chapter! Yes, I have totally made Mingi wear his waterbomb outfit in this chapter because waterbomb Mingi shall NEVER be forgotten, goodbye. Please leave feedback, I truly appreciate it! Enjoy now! I have a surprise coming next chapter, hehet^^

Taglist: @orshii @or5i @lovely-red2 @juicy-red @scarfac3 @sunaswifes-blog @voicesinmyhead-rc @teez-the-time @maru-matt @kyeos4ng

⟨Series M.list ↭ Previous Chapter⟩

♫Playlist♫

『I don't care enough to miss you

After all the shit we've been through

My heart's comatose, comatose』

The blinking of the cursor was staring back at me mockingly, a reminder that my fingers haven’t moved in the past ten minutes. No thoughts connected to the theme of my project came to mind, no matter how hard I tried and how many articles I read. My mind seemed to be blank at the moment and it seemed like it wouldn’t get any better anytime soon. To be honest, I wasn’t feeling well. And that usually reflects in my work and influences my whole mood, and even day. I thought I would have a very productive day as I got ready this morning and went to the library to finish my art assignment, however, the little kick I had, came crushing down the second Mingi decided to sit with me. Well, perhaps that one small factor wasn’t the real reason which ruined my mood and brought me to the brink of a panic attack, and the current void and emptiness I have been feeling in my chest ever since. Perhaps it was the mention of Jeong Yunho and the reminder of how little I have always meant to him. My lower lip quivered again, and I allowed myself to fall back in the chair I was sitting in, staring up at my white ceiling in desperation. Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be Yunho again? Was the Universe having a laugh at me? What were the chances that this Song Mingi was the same Song Mingi Yunho never shut up about while we were dating? It was frustrating. It was maddening and it was…mocking. I couldn’t help but feel bitter the longer I allowed the image of Mingi and Yunho laughing, hanging out, falling all over each other, linger in my mind. Their hearts filled with joy and their time spent with endless conversations, late night trips to the convenience store, random road trips and the overall feeling of knowing that you always had one person you could rely on no matter what. What did Mingi have that I didn’t? What did Yunho see in him that he never saw in me? Why was Mingi better than me? And why…was I suddenly feeling this vial jealousy creeping up in my chest like an ugly monster, the whisper of thoughts I have always tried to push to the depths of my mind after Yunho’s sudden, but heartbreaking, departure from my life?

『Straight coats and empty cabinets

Ashes from all the mess you left

New lease without you

I confess that I'm happy you're gone』

What was it about Song Mingi that Yunho was so infatuated with? What was it with Song Mingi that everyone seemed to like and gravitate towards? All I could see was the arrogance and self-centeredness rolling off of him in waves any time he entered a room. The need to shine and be the center of attention, to be the only person anyone was able to see, to focus on. The constant smirk or grin on his lips, almost always mocking or just an awful reminder that he was better than you—it was subtle, but it was there. The mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched your every move, hiding behind a wall of emotionlessness, sharp eyes watching but not giving anything away. There was no honesty in his expressions or in his actions. But why did nobody else see that? Why was I the only one picking up on how insincere Mingi actually was? Why did nobody question what he hid behind those dark and sharp eyes? His face so often void of any emotion. And then, to further prove my confusion, the Mingi I talked to today was—why did he feel different? Everything staring from his appearance to his behavior was unlike the infuriating person I have come to know. He portrayed a calm and collected nature, albeit still mischievous as he had taken my sketchbook without my permission, yet it was so clear on his face that he didn’t have any mal intentions. What prompted him to approach me out of the blue and why did he look almost…lonely? What drew him to smile so much and so freely? It certainly couldn’t have been me; I have done everything I could to make him feel unwelcome and uncomfortable, yet he…stayed. He talked without a care in the world, almost as if he forgot I would be judging his every move and sentence. He almost looked curious of who I was, trying to make conversation in which I did not want to engage in. What was it about Yunho that made his eyes sparkle so much? Why did Yunho have so much of an influence on Mingi? Why did it have to be Mingi? Why does Yunho have to be everywhere around me even after he leaves? Does Yunho really mean that much to Mingi? Just how deep is their bond? But the most jarring thought amidst the spiraling of my mind into a place I did not wish for it to go, was a very simple one. Why do I care about Song Mingi all of a sudden? Why do all these things matter to me all of a sudden? Who is Song Mingi to me to send me into an existential crisis, into a state of nervosity, and restlessness, and so much bitterness? He’s just a guy. A guy who is very irritating, arrogant, self-centered, and a pushover. A guy who only wants attention and is superficial. A guy who forgets about you the second he’s turned his back to you. A guy who only likes you until you’re new and exciting. When you start becoming boring, what does it matter anymore? Why would he keep you around for longer? Perhaps him and Yunho have more in common than I would have thought at first.

『So used to pain that it's my remedy

Easy to hate, I gave you everything

Funny that you're the one that ran away

You left me first』

I couldn’t do this anymore, I had to stop thinking. I needed my brain to shut up, to stop torturing me more than I was already hurting. I refused to reach my breaking point again just because Mingi mentioned that Yunho was his best friend—why was I giving him so much power? Trying to snap out of it, I groaned loudly as I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palms, sitting up straight again to try and focus for the last time on my project. I had to get this done in two days, I really couldn’t slack off anymore. So, I opened the previous tab I was reading from and scrolled up in order to start reading the article from the beginning once again, hoping that the words in it would finally stick. But despite my attempt to finally focus on the only important task at hand, the loud ping of my phone quickly pulled my attention away from it. I jumped at the loud sound and cursed silently, having forgotten to put my phone on ‘do not disturb’. My eyes snapped down to it mildly annoyed, but quickly furrowed when I realized it was a message from an unknown number. I stared at it for a few seconds, eyebrows furrowing in suspicion.

Unknown: are u coming to Outlaw tonight?

Before I could really control myself, curiosity overtook me. It must’ve been someone who knows me since they were asking about Outlaw. They must have seen me there last time.

Me: who’s this? Unknown: mingi lol

My eyebrows instantly furrowed as I stared down at the message, my stomach doing a weird flip. My fingers hovered over the screen of my phone, tempted to just quickly block his number and forget about the past ten seconds, because what the fuck? How did he even get my number? I certainly don’t remember giving it to him.

Me: wtf? how do you have my number. Unknown: wooyoung

I blinked, mind blanching for a second. Wooyoung? That made even less sense as Wooyoung and I have met just once and I have not given him my phone number. I waited for a few seconds longer, waiting for Mingi to explain further, but it never came. No small dots indicating that he was texting anything else. I groaned and looked at my pale green wall for a second, trying to collect my thoughts and not throw my phone out the window. Why did he have to have my number? Was this Mingi’s way of getting on my nerves even more? And now I had to figure out how Wooyoung got my number—oh. I tsked in disbelief, eyes zooning in on the picture of Seulgi and myself I had on display on my desk. Of course, that little bitch. Why would she ask me first before giving my phone number to a complete stranger—even if Mingi wasn’t that, I still didn’t want him to have it.

Me: whatever, i’m blocking you. Unknown: so, are you coming then? Me: no, mingi, i am not.

I rolled my eyes at Mingi’s insistency of getting an answer and blatant ignorance towards my threat of blocking him—which wasn’t as menacing as I wished for it to be. But it only took him seconds to answer, and I tried not to think about how quickly he was responding.

Unknown: ok

My eyes narrowed at his simple—and sharp—answer, fingers hovering over the keyboard to fire an insult at him if he went ahead and started leaving more messages, wanting to remind him that I was not in any shape or form curious to hear any more of his bullshit. The bitterness was quite strong in the back of my head, jealousy searing through my body—I couldn’t help it. A minute or two passed, but Mingi wasn’t typing anything else and I huffed, irritated by his antics. Why was he even asking if I would go to Outlaw? I hated it the first time—well, maybe that was a little lie—and I still hate it now, so therefore I had not one reason to go and watch him perform again. Not one particle in my body wished to hear his raspy voice accompanied by a guitar, bass, and drums. I was quite content by going to bed early tonight and forgetting about the whole day, hoping that my chest would feel less heavy in the morning and the green monster would be gone from my head. And yet, despite my better judgment, my fingers worked quickly, before my mind could even register what I was doing, and I was saving Mingi’s number. There was no desire in me to have his name in my phone under any shape, so I stopped for a second to ponder over the many options I could be calling him, such as: idiot, dumbass, jackass, prick, mr. arrogant—were sounding rather pleasing to my ears—and yet, despite the wicked grin I had on my lips, my mind seemed to settle for a simple ‘I hate him’. His number was saved in my phone without putting more thought into what I was doing, and I was placing my phone aside, attention going back to my project. Now, there was nothing in the world which could disturb me again—but then my phone rang. I groaned loudly and felt like pulling on my hair, staring at my cursed phone heatedly. I was half expecting Mingi’s number to pop-up, but thankfully it wasn’t him. That would’ve been the last straw for today, I certainly would’ve gone crazy. Instead, it was Seulgi calling and I knew she had something important to say if she wasn’t texting. I picked up, albeit with disdain.

“Hey!” She sounded cheerful, excited. Very much the opposite of my mood right now.

“Hi.” I muttered and started tapping my forefinger against my desk, staring down at the article I had opened in front of me.

“You sound like you want to kill someone.”

“And I do.” My answer made Seulgi laugh, making me sigh. And that person was Song Mingi, of course.

“What’s got your panties in a twist this time, huh?” Seulgi’s voice was playful, and unfortunately, it was only building up my irritation. She didn’t have any bad intentions, but I couldn’t handle her cheeriness and playfulness at the moment. I needed to be alone. I needed to not think and just get shit done.

“Why did you call?” I preferred not to answer her question as I asked another one, voice not snappy just tired as Seulgi remained silent for a second on the other end.

“Noir Zenith are performing at Outlaw tonight,” I knew where this was going, I just gulped realizing Mingi had asked the same thing of me just mere minutes ago, “Do you want to come with me?”

“No.” My answer was too fast and harsh, I quickly tried to mend it, “I’ve got a family thing—issue, I mean. I’m sorry, but I can’t come because of it…”

My voice got quiet as I trailed off, not particularly fond of lying to my best friend, but I really didn’t want to go out tonight and I knew if I told Seulgi the real reason she would complain and complain until I finally gave in, her tactic of coercion working just fine on me. I never stood a chance in front of her when she would start complaining and whining and bringing up all the times I have bailed on her in the past.

“Oh,” It wasn’t hard to hear the disappointment in her voice, and if I weren’t in such a bad headspace at the moment I would have felt awful, “it’s fine, I get it. But…you do know you can tell me anything, right?”

I sighed loudly, “I know, thanks Seulgi, and sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“Don’t worry about it,” She was smiling now, adding a small chuckle too, “We all have bad days, I’ll see you at university tomorrow?”

“Most certainly.” A small smile made it onto my face and Seulgi quickly bid her goodbye as we hung up, silence enveloping me. I didn’t forget to press the ‘do not disturb’ button this time as I placed my phone on my desk, next to my laptop, and faced the article taunting me. Not finishing this project today wasn’t an option anymore, and so, I quickly dove in, the torturing thoughts finally silent somehow.

            The hours went by quickly and despite my mind struggling to focus on the task at hand, I made it. I finished the project in about four hours and it definitely gave me a little confidence boost, which I desperately needed after the emotional turmoil I was forced to face today. My mind was a mess. I was tired and I needed to sleep. I didn’t even care how early or late it was as I got into bed, forgetting to wash my face or even change into my pajamas, I just needed to lay my head down and close my eyes. And it was working well…until it wasn’t. The warmth of my thick blanket enveloped me and my head grew heavier as my muscles relaxed, the comfort of my bed bringing peace to my loud thoughts. It felt nice. To finally be able to forget everything that’s happened today, to just let go and…sleep. I really needed this; I haven’t felt this exhausted in a long time. I have never been good at dealing with my feelings, I usually pushed them away and ignored everything I felt…until they blew up in my face. Then, I would finally break and it was chaotic and messy. I knew it was the wrong coping mechanism, but I couldn’t help it. Nothing else worked, because I just couldn’t deal with the pain. I hated the overwhelming thoughts, the pressing heaviness and constant pain. I just simply didn’t want to deal with them. Drawing was a nice way of escaping my reality, but lately it didn’t help. It drew me up the wall, it was so frustrating. So many emotions had been steering hidden deep inside these past weeks, I didn’t know how to deal with them—I didn’t want to deal with them, actually. I needed them silent, gone.

And despite needing to sleep right now, eyes heavy and mind fuzzy, it wasn’t working. Nothing helped. My mind was silent, yet my ears were buzzing, whispers so quiet in the back of my head that I could barely hear them. My chest was heavy, it felt like I needed to cry, but my throat was closing in on me, refusing to let any tears to the surface. I could breathe, but at the same time I couldn’t. Turning on to my left side did nothing, but snap my eyes open. Why couldn’t I sleep? Why was this feeling returning? Why couldn’t I just rest for one fucking second?! I buried my head into my pillow and let out a silent scream, punching the soft mattress of my bed next to my head, legs trashing around as I needed to let out the creeping hysteria in my body somehow. Was I finally going crazy? Was my mother’s premonition finally blending into reality? She did randomly while watching TV, one month ago, tell me that I would soon face a challenging obstacle in my life, which would feel suffocating and relieving at the same time. Mind running per hour, I shot up in a sitting position and gaped at nothing in particular, recalling the memory of said night. But my mother said nothing else as she went back to watching TV, acting as if what she had said to me was totally normal. It wasn’t. But I was used to her quirky antics, she was a bit whimsical, but I loved her. Her intentions were always good and pure, she was a woman full of love and warmth…unlike me. Perhaps I was like my father…not that I could remember him, he’s left us while I was a little girl. We kept in touch until I turned approximately eight, after that…he never showed his face again. Something about moving to a new city and starting a new life, I couldn’t care less, he was never a pilar of support in my life. I didn’t need a man to bring me comfort, to make me feel safe. I had myself for that, and my mother—when things got too rough to handle on my own.

With a sigh, I reached over my bed and grabbed my sketchbook from my bedside table and turned on the small lamp, grabbing the pencil I had from underneath my pillow. Not one corner of my room was safe from my drawing supplies. I flipped the sketchbook open to a blank page and sighed, eyebrows lightly furrowing as I pressed the pencil against the soft paper. I didn’t have anything particular in mind as I started drawing. Maybe a small meadow with colorful flowers or a flower field, those sounded nice right now. It felt like they could fix my sour mood after today, like they would bring a little comfort to my overthinking brain at the moment. But I already knew I couldn’t control my hand when it came to drawing, and I wasn’t too surprised to find myself drawing the outline of a face. The lines were sharp and precise, darker around the brow bone and defining at the sharp and pointy nose. I added shading to the jawline before moving to the cheekbones, not making them too harsh. The sketch so far was looking like any regular face. It could turn into anything from here on. I could make it anyone I wanted it to be. For some reason my hand went to draw the lips instead of the eyes, usually those were the first thing I drew when starting a portrait. But this time, my brain focused on the dark outline of the plump lips and adding more depth as the Cupid’s Bow was deep and pointy. I licked my lips as I allowed my eyes to run over the eyeless portrait, subconsciously adding a small mole to the left side of its face, close to the jawline. I had a hunch where this was going, but I wanted to keep going—I couldn’t stop my brain from pushing me to just draw more. I allowed my pencil to run over the lines of the nose, making them sharper, lengthening it just like the person had it in real life. My hand hovered in the air for a second, reluctant to finally draw the eyes of the portrait, but I didn’t have it in me to stop right now. I always hated leaving my work unfinished—that was my excuse right now too, despite knowing who I was drawing once again. Yet not one particle in my body wished to stop right now, and I couldn’t help it as I finally drew lines sharp enough to accentuate the depth and glare in his deep eyes. The shading of them happened quickly and without even thinking, the small but dark mole sat comfortably underneath his right eye as I pressed my pencil firmly against the paper.

The breath which left my lips was sharp, and I gulped as my grip tightened around my pencil. I knew what I was doing this time, yet I didn’t stop it. Why? Why did I allow myself to draw—Mingi. His sharp and expressionless face stared back at me and I didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t mocking me, he didn’t have any twinkle in his eyes, he was just…there. On my paper, in my favorite journal-like sketchbook. And my heart was beating faster the longer I was looking at it. My stomach was twisting in a foreign way and I felt like I needed air. Fresh air. It felt like my room was closing in on me, I felt like I didn’t have enough space all of a sudden. The blanket falling on my lap suddenly felt too warm, like it was burning my body up. Without a second thought, I threw the sketchbook off from my lap, together with the blanket, and sprung out of bed, racing towards my closet. I threw it open and grabbed the first thing which came into view, a grey oversized jumper, as I stepped out of my slippers and slipped my phone into the pocket of my grey sweatpants, headed for my closed door. My throat was squeezing itself and it was a little hard to breathe as I frantically moved down the stairs, desperate for fresh air at this point. The light was on in the kitchen and I realized it wasn’t even ten pm yet as my mother was tinkering around, listening to some jazz music. I must’ve been loud as I almost crashed into the wall, struggling to put on my sneakers.

“Honey?” I heard my mother’s voice coming from behind me as I turned to look at her. Her ginger hair was a mess as her curls stuck out in all directions, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Everything alright?”

I nodded, fearing what my voice would sound like as I quickly wore the jumper in my hands, “Are you going out? It’s a little late…”

I hummed, licking my lips nervously, hand reaching for the doorknob, “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Call me if you need me.” My mother had an understanding look on her face, it made my lips tremble, “I’ll pick you up.”

“Didn’t you drink?” My voice was slightly shaking as my eyes went to the wine glass she was holding in her right hand. My mother glanced down at it as if she had forgotten about it and quickly pushed it behind herself.

“We could always ride my electric scooter; I haven’t used it in quite a while.” My mother giggled at her own suggestion and I couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle, the tightness in my throat lessening a little bit. How badly I wished to pour my heart out to her, to let my feelings finally loose, but I couldn’t. That would mean having to face what I was feeling. That would mean everything was real and not just made up by my useless brain.

“I’ll be home in an hour, don’t worry.” My mother just hummed as she watched me leave as I took my keys and closed the door carefully behind myself. The crisp air of the evening was a harsh wake-up call that I should’ve worn a jacket as well, but I didn’t have it in me to walk back inside my warm house. I couldn’t. I needed to walk. I needed to clear my mind. I had to get rid of this awful feeling in my chest. And so that’s just what I did, I walked. I took off towards nowhere particular as my feet carried me down the sidewalk, the streets illuminated by the lampposts, creating just enough light, but not too much. A few cars passed by then and now, the neighborhood relatively quiet at this hour of the evening. The cold air was biting at my cheeks and I buried my hands in my pockets, taking a deep breath before releasing it slowly. It felt nice as the cold air traveled through my throat, deep down into my lungs. It was refreshing, it was just what I needed. As I took a left turn, I left my neighborhood and realized I was headed towards the city center, more people on the road now as it was the main one. Groups of teenagers passed by me and I shivered at the sudden cold breeze. I looked around and watched as it picked up and blew the branches of the trees apart, more leaves falling to the ground, creating a blanket of orange and burgundy underneath our feet. The leaves crunched under my shoes and I felt myself smiling as I kicked into a smaller pile gathered up on the sidewalk by the wind, memories of my childhood fresh in my mind. My mother would always gather the leaves in our small backyard and then she’d take me outside and we’d play around for hours in the leaves, giggling and laughing as we’d pretend that I was a princess and she was the leaves monster trying to kidnap me from my kingdom. Despite my mother struggling at times, my childhood never lacked anything, and it was filled with many happy memories. Sometimes I wondered what changed that I turned into such a moody and sour person. There were remnants of my old self when I was with Seulgi or with my mother, but I was pretty bad at opening up to strangers, at letting others in…especially males. I couldn’t help but think they had other motives and were only waiting for the right time to fuck me over, to abandon me. My attention was brought to a couple as the girl screeched and ran past me, the boy chasing after her while holding something in his hands, giggling loudly and calling out her name. I couldn’t help but glance after them, the green monster back in my head, as the guy caught up with her and tackled her into a hug despite the girl’s loud complaints. I have realized, the guy was carrying dirt in his hands and the girl’s cheeks were already smudged with it, probably. My stomach clenched and it got harder to gulp as I tore my eyes off them, trying to take a deep breath, trying to push down the memories threatening to resurface.

But I couldn’t help it as Yunho made it to the forefront of my mind, our many dates stored away in a little treasure chest in my heart. We used to go on so many dates, Yunho loved trying out new things and visiting new places. Every second weekend he planned something new, he surprised me with something. I thought I was the luckiest girl on Earth. I thought I would never find anyone else who could love me and cherish me as much as Yunho—and perhaps I really never would. Because Yunho was special, because he made you feel like you were the only one in the whole world he could see, he could love. A small part of me still wished he loved me at some point. Of course, it did, I was so hopelessly in love with him once that everything was about him. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t live without him. He was the only thing I could think about, I could talk about. Everyone told us how well we matched; how perfect we were for each other. The both of us always smiling, always so nice to others. Before getting abandoned by Yunho, I was—I wasn’t like this. I smiled, I laughed, and I joked around a lot. I was happy and I loved life, I loved everything around me and I had this urge to discover everything life had to offer me. I couldn’t stay put in one place for too long and I always had everything planned out, each step of mine—my life next to Yunho. The promises he made were still fresh in my mind, I could still remember them despite being it a long time ago—but perhaps it wasn’t long enough, I have suddenly come to the realization of it. It was hard to breathe again as my favorite moment with Yunho was suddenly too fresh in my mind, too easy to recall. We had gone to a movie he really wished to watch, something about a girl who had to pretend she was a boy in order to make it onto the university’s football team to get revenge on her ex, it was actually a re-run as the movie had come out a long time ago, but Yunho loved it and he really wanted to watch it at the cinema. Of course I went with him, I wanted to see the movie too because Yunho loved it. And what Yunho loved, I also did. It was an easy watch, lighthearted and cheesy and predictable, it didn’t surprise me that it was one of Yunho’s favorites. But once the movie was over Yunho wanted to get ice cream, and as someone who loves ice cream—mint choco is the best flavor, fight me—I was eager to go with Yunho. But our peace of mind didn’t last for long as it started raining cats and dogs in no time, forcing us to take shelter somewhere—except that we didn’t. Yunho pulled me out into the pouring rain and he made us dance, he acted out cheesy scenes from Dirty Dancing, raising me up and flipping me around clumsily, almost dropping me in the process not even once, making me shriek and clutch onto him for dear life. I have never laughed more in my life than that night and I have never felt more loved that in that moment. Yunho’s eyes were shining with so much warmth and happiness, it was also the first time he said the words. ‘I love you.’ I couldn’t tell whether it was the rain or happy tears on my cheeks, but the sudden clenching of my heart and overwhelming feeling in my chest made me flung my body against his, holding onto Yunho’s tall frame like my life depended on it. And in that moment, I knew—I knew that I also loved him. But I couldn’t say it, not yet, not when everything felt like it was too much, so instead, I pressed my lips against his pouty ones and smiled as Yunho started giggling, only to pick me up and twirl me around in excitement before asking me to hop on his back, only for him to take off running towards his house. It was my favorite memory of us, for various reasons, but perhaps the main one was because Yunho was so sincere in that moment. Because I couldn’t hear any doubt in his words like the other times he said that he loved me.

『Straight coats and empty cabinets

Ashes from all the mess you left

New lease without you

I confess that I'm happy you're gone』

I came to a stop as my phone buzzed in my pocket, mind hazy as I tried to shake off the memory which felt so alive in my head. I could almost see it playing out in front of myself. If I reached my hand out, I could almost touch Yunho—but he wasn’t here—and I was allowing myself once again to live in the past, a very bad habit of mine. I unlocked my phone after I crossed the road, the sidewalk littered with various shops, most of them already closed as it was almost ten now. I had been walking for twenty minutes without even realizing it. Looking down at my phone, I realized Instagram had sent me a notification that Seulgi posted a story after a while. She was probably at Outlaw still, watching Noir Zenith perform. I pressed on her story and it opened to show a close-up video of the three boys performing, the camera focusing on Wooyoung for a few seconds longer before it was moved away, zooming in on playfully on Mingi. I had the volume down, I couldn’t hear what he was singing, but his eyebrows were furrowed as he was leaning forward, mouth moving in a fast way as his eyes were half-closed, veins protruding on his neck, expression almost like he was angry, almost like feelings were overwhelming him as he held the microphone in his left hand tightly. My eyebrows slightly furrowed, but I quickly pushed any thought of him away as I realized he was slightly…wet? His white shirt, the top buttons unbuttoned until they reached his chest stuck to his body and had turned almost see-through, but it didn’t seem like it bothered Mingi as he continued on performing. Heavy chains lay against the base of his throat and a blue sheer sunglass was sitting on his tall nose, almost sliding off of it as he was bobbing his head furiously to the music, his bass abandoned somewhere. As my eyes focused on the huge bracelet on his right hand and the blue and white scarf wrapped around his left wrist, both hands decorated with thick silver-colored rings, the video cut off. I remained unblinking for a second, eyebrows twitching as I realized Seulgi had posted the video not even half an hour ago. So…the band was still performing and…Mingi was looking like that. Suddenly I was glad I wasn’t there to witness him being all indecent and acting like a—something. I most certainly wouldn’t hear the endless praises if I were there and the constant screaming of his baboons—perhaps calling them his fangirls would sound nicer, but I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction—and with my current mood, that was the last thing I wanted to see and hear. Mingi was detestable and I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of going to any of his other performances, finding them useless as I wasn’t even into their music. I started walking again, aware that the wind had picked up more, rustling the branches and leaves harsher, making me shiver in my underdressed state, reminding me that I should head home now. I said I wouldn’t stay out for too long, my thoughts seemed to have cleared just a little bit, besides, the cold air was enough to knock me out once I got to lay in my warm and comfortable bed.

『I don't care enough to miss you

After all the shit we've been through

My heart's comatose, comatose

I don't care enough to miss you

After all the shit we've been through

My heart's comatose, comatose』

However, the second I wanted to exit the app and put my phone away, a new story suddenly appeared in Seulgi’s spot and I gulped realizing who it was. Yunho’s happy and smiling face was taunting me in his profile picture, and before I could control myself, I pressed the icon, opening his story. The username Yuyu followed by a sunflower flashed for a second on the screen and then—and then everything around me stopped. There was no wind, there was no sound of cars passing by or people talking as they walked by me. It wasn’t cold anymore. My lungs failed me once again, but my mind went silent. Completely silent. There was a rumble in the distance, but I couldn’t say what it was. A girl, much smaller than him—and a lot cuter than myself—was laughing in the boomerang Yunho had posted, her black hair falling around her shoulders nicely, the white coat barely hiding the short lavender colored dress she was wearing. And Yunho—he looked so happy, he looked—whole. His face had gotten fuller, yet features sharper since the last time I had seen him. I have forgotten that I was still following him on Instagram. He had his arm around the girl’s shoulder and was actively pulling her into his side as he was smiling brightly too, his protruding front teeth showing as he had his eyes on the girl only. He had tagged her too and I was clicking on her name fast, before even thinking about what I was doing. Her profile was public and she had many posts. Most of herself, but there were some of the places she’s traveled to as well. But her most recent post—was with Yunho. The two sitting on a bench, then a selfie, and then a picture of the place they had been at, with the caption of: ‘Luckiest girl in the world!’ I gulped and closed the app, taking a deep breath, realizing that I had started shaking.

『You wasted all my fucking time

Were never really in my life

You were further than I could imagine

I love you, but fuck you』

Why did my legs feel like jelly all of a sudden? Why did the heaviness in my chest get even worse? Why was I reacting like this? It made no sense. Yunho broke up with me three years ago and I was over him. He hurt me more than anyone has before, but I was over him. I have let go; I have released the feelings I have felt for him. But then why did it bother me so much that he found happiness with someone else? Why did it leave a bitter taste in my mouth? Suddenly why was the green monster back and making me clutch my phone tightly in my hand? If he was able to find someone, to be happy again, why wasn’t I doing the same thing? Why was I incapable of loving? Of being loved? Of opening up and letting in new people? Why was I forcing myself to wallow in my own misery? Why was I punishing myself by constantly living in the past? What more could I want? Why did I still wish for Yunho to return and apologize for everything he’s done, for the gap he’s left in my heart? For the turmoil he’s caused in my head, for the ache that never really went away with his departure from my life? And it hit me lick a wall of bricks, that something was hitting my flaming cheeks. Another rumble, and I realized it was thunder. Head tilting back, I realized it was raining—pouring. Washing away the tears which were making my eyes burn. When did it start raining? Why did everything hurt so much? I couldn’t help the sudden sob which wracked my body as I put my phone in my pocket as a futile attempt to keep it dry as my clothes were getting drenched the longer I stood unmoving on the sidewalk. But my feet felt heavy, rendering me frozen to the spot. Nobody was outside anymore. I was alone. Just as always. No matter how many people cared for me, I was still alone in hurting, in dealing with the mess I was. And it hurt. It made me cry harder as I pressed a hand against my mouth, trying to muffle my pathetic sobs. But it felt good—so good to finally let it all out, to just finally allow the misery to come to the surface, to acknowledge that I couldn’t deal with these feelings anymore. My chest hurt, my heart ached, my throat was getting more and more restricting, lungs burning for air, but I couldn’t fully breathe, gasping for air caused by my violent sobs. But the wind was picking up again and my body started shivering, and I realized I couldn’t stand on the sidewalk anymore bawling my eyes out as I got drenched in rain.

So, I looked around and found a place open not too far up ahead and took off running towards it, trying to get the strands of hair out of my eyes as they stuck to my skin. The diner was small and still open, the big windows showed nobody inside besides the girl behind the counter. I didn’t consider the way I looked as I threw the door open and stepped inside, alerting the girl as the doorbell chimed. She looked up and for a second we stared at each other, her eyes widening as her eyes wandered all over my body, making me sniff. At least I wasn’t sobbing anymore, just heaving for air. I must’ve looked horrible as I took off towards a table in the back, closer to the restrooms, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel embarrassed over my appearance. I fell against the cushion of the bench and tried to regulate my breathing, biting my lower lip as I realized my eyes were burning and my skin was ice cold. I couldn’t believe I was stupid enough to stand out in the rain, when it was so cold. I would most definitely catch a cold now and that was the last thing I needed right now, but it was due to my own stupidity. I wiped my face with my hands, which were slightly shaking, as the girl from the counter came over.

“Uh,” She shuffled around awkwardly as I looked at her, “Can I bring you anything? Or uh, help with anything?”

A slap in the face to wake me up to reality would possibly be the biggest help she could be offering right now—but I thankfully didn’t say to her. She already looked uncomfortable by not knowing how to react to my current state. I sniffed and went to reach for my wallet before I would look at the menu, I had no idea how much money I had on me. But I quickly realized I had only grabbed my phone before leaving, sitting inside a diner never being in the plan. So instead I went to check on my phone if I had any money on my card, but my phone wasn’t working. Nothing. No matter how much I pressed the button to start it, it didn’t work. Fuck, I forgot to charge it before stepping outside.

“Uh,” Now I felt embarrassed as I averted my eyes from the girl, “I don’t have any money.”

“Oh,” She sounded surprised, “Well, then…I mean, I don’t want to sound rude, but uh—I will have to ask you to leave, really, I have nothing against you, it’s just that—”

“Don’t worry,” I forced myself to smile as I looked up at her, her cheeks red from embarrassment of having to kick me out, “I get it. May I use the restroom before I leave?”

“Sure, of course!” The girl almost exclaimed as she pointed towards the little hallway which led to the restrooms, “But we’ll be closing in about fifteen minutes, so don’t stay inside for too long.”

“Yeah, I’ll just patch myself up a bit and then go on my way.” I muttered as the girl nodded silently and walked back to the counter while carefully watching me, making me roll my eyes. Okay, I might have been looking like a mess, but I wasn’t a walking bomb—no need for her careful gaze on me. It just made my blood boil as I tried not to stomp while I went inside the restroom, glad that I was alone inside. It was colder in here compared to the diner and I shivered as I realized the window was open. I headed towards the sink, eager to warm up my hands with a little warm water, but I gasped once I saw my reflections in the mirror. Jesus Christ, I looked horrible, no wonder the girl was looking at me like that and asking me to leave—even if the reason was me not having money on me. My hair stuck to my face and looked matted in certain spots. My cheeks were completely flushed with the tip of my nose red as well, and I had dark streaks running down underneath my eyes. I forgot to take off my eyeliner and mascara before going to bed and since they weren’t waterproof—here I was, looking like a character straight out of a fucking horror movie. I chuckled as I turned on the faucet and instantly sighed at the feeling of warm water against my hands, warming my freezing limbs a bit. I quickly gathered water in my palms and splashed it against my cheeks, warming them up as well, sighing in content. I was still shivering, my toes frozen, but this was helping.

『I don't care enough to miss you

After all the shit we've been through

My heart's comatose, comatose』

I let the warm water run as I ran my fingers through my hair, easing the knots in them and trying to make it look presentable as I basically brushed the wet strands back on my head, my hair already curling naturally. The next step was to get rid of the mascara and eyeliner streaks underneath my eyes and even cheek, so I quickly washed them off before turning the faucet off and grabbing some dry towel paper from the holder, drying off my face and hands. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, realizing that my chest felt so much lighter, there was nothing squeezing against my throat anymore.

“You’re fine,” I whispered to myself, gulping, “Fuck, you’ve got this, you’re okay, Y/N, you are okay. You’ve been pushing your feelings away for too long, of course they blew up in your face, you stupid bitch. I really have to stop doing this to myself, ugh—”

I rolled my eyes as I threw the used towel paper in the trash bin and then looked back at myself in the mirror, narrowing my eyes at myself and pointing a finger threateningly at my reflection, “Stop being a sappy bitch, alright? You’re better than this. Yunho’s got his shit together, why can’t you do the same, huh? Just go out there and find a fucking boyfriend, it’s not that hard—wait, no, actually don’t do that! I don’t need no man, got it? Got it.”

I nodded once firmly, a small grin forcing itself onto my lips, making me scoff at myself—sure, of course, bring Yunho into your peptalk, Y/N, very smart—but I just couldn’t help it. At least I was feeling better now, almost laughing at myself at how stupid I was as I stepped back and pulled my shoulders back, nodding at myself encouragingly. I got this! But now I had to run home in the pouring rain, that thought alone was enough to make me cry again, but I willed myself to stop. No more crying. No more sobbing—especially not because of the pouring rain. It was my mistake that I didn’t check the weather or bring an umbrella. I should’ve just gone to bed when I planned to, damn these stupid thoughts. With a last glance at myself, I decided that I was ready to leave the restroom and head home, my mother probably worried sick about me at this point since my phone wasn’t working either. I walked up to the door and grabbed the doorknob firmly, yanking it open a little bit too enthusiastically, but as I went to step outside, the male’s restroom door right across mine opened as well—and I paused, surprised.

Song Mingi was staring back at me just as surprised as I was.

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[lyxzeun]

— genshin boys as my favorite fanfic tropes ♡

enemies to lovers + one bed: you’re going on a business trip with all of your coworkers. you had to pick a piece of paper with one of your coworkers name on it, and unfortunately, you got your work rival. well, atleast there’s two beds so the two of you won’t have to fight— oh.. “what happened to two beds promised?…” you said, trying your best on keeping your calm. “it doesn’t matter if you don’t come close to me when we sleep.” he smiles teasingly at you as you sighed deeply, rubbing your temples. he then threw his own bag on the floor and got a pillow. he soon layed down on the bed and made himself comfortable as he watched a show on the television. you aggressively threw a few pillows and layed out a blanket, “what are you doing?” he raises an eyebrow as you layed down on the floor, looking down at you. “trying to sleep? keep the volume down atleast while i’m sleeping.” an exasperated sigh comes out from your mouth. you layed on your side and did your best to fall asleep. in the middle of the night, your sleep was cut by the touch of two strong arms carrying you from the floor. you weren’t asleep, but still, he thought you were. he layed you down on his side of the bed and placed the pillows that you threw on the floor earlier on the bed. he carried you again to place you on the left side of the bed. soon, after he tucked you in, he then layed on the side of his bed and faced you, caressing your face gently before he drifts off to sleep with you.

— (MODERN AU) DOTTORE, pantalone, kaeya, TARTAGLIA .

mutual pining: in all honesty, liking your childhood friend isn’t that bad, but boy, oh boy.. the two of you literally pined over each other the first day you two met! your mutual friends were definitely unhappy about your situation with him, they even made a bet on who’d confess first! but it’s taking an eternity for atleast one of you two to confess. almost everyone could tell that the two of you liked each other from the ways that the two of you looked at each other, laughed together, cried together, and even the way the two of you would walk together. can’t atleast one of you just confess already? everyone’s waiting for that moment when you two get together.

— DILUC, TARTAGLIA, kazuha, heizou, ayato .

royalty au: your mother worked for the palace and is the queen’s personal servant, she had you and has brought you with her her whole life as the servant of the queen, and you frequently played with the crown prince. now that the two of you have grown up, you now carried on the legacy of being the prince’s loyal and trustworthy servant. during your times of privacy with him, he tells you all sorts of things that happened in the palace, especially secret rooms in the palace or maybe even some hidden doorways in the garden. maybe he could use one of those rooms for a confession to you. he definitely invites you to balls and parties as such. you always say that it’s not necessary for you to come with him on every occasion, but he always says that “every royal must have their loyal servant by their side anytime.” (he just wants you with him). about the secret rooms and doorways in the garden, he’s also gonna use atleast one of those rooms to gift you on your birthday. the room is designed to your own likes. if you like reading books, he’ll give you a whole library. if you like cooking, he’ll get you your own kitchen in the palace.

— AYATO, ZHONGLI, ALBEDO, xiao, al haitham

— vale speaks ! .. i go insane when these tropes are with my favorite characters .. like really. i go red

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[ravendruid]

A Trip to Byroden

This fic surged from a conversation with my friend @crispysnake where they asked me if I ever thought about Keyleth visiting Byroden. I was immediately inspired to write this piece, so I hope you all enjoy it.

“Lady Vex’ahlia,” The voice comes from one of the young maids, who popped her head in the gap between the double doors of the library. Vex’ahlia lifts her gaze from the storybook she was reading with Vesper, who also looks up from her lap. “Lady Keyleth is here. She wishes to see you.”

Keyleth? Vex wasn’t expecting the woman anytime soon. She nods her approval and the maid bows before closing the door behind her. Before Vex’ahlia has time to ask Vesper to sit on the couch by her side, the little girl jumps up from her lap and runs, screaming, “Aunt Keyleth!”

Keyleth’s staff, the Vestige of Divergence created by Melora, clatters onto the wooden boards at her side as her arms are suddenly full of a cheery Vesper. Her mane of white hair fills the crook of Keyleth’s neck, and the smell of lemon-verbena warms her from the inside.

“Keyleth, darling,” Vex’ahlia rises from her seat and approaches the woman who gets on her feet with the child at her hip. The sight brings a pang of sorrow to Vex’s heart. She knows her brother always wanted children, but she never dared ask his girlfriend if she felt the same. No matter what Keyleth’s feelings are towards having kids, Vex can only imagine how hard it must be for Keyleth to get that choice taken away from her before she could figure it out. “I wasn’t expecting you,” She adds, giving her sister a side hug. 

“I’m sorry to come unannounced,” Keyleth apologizes. Vex’ahlia realizes the maid used her informal title, and taking a second look at her former companion of adventures, Vex notices the woman is not wearing her traditional diplomatic Voice of the Tempest garbs, but a plain white, cotton shirt under a leather corset and a green skirt. The only things that would reveal to the world that Keyleth is more than a regular mid-twenty-year-old woman (sweet Pelor, Keyleth still looks the same as when they met almost a decade ago) are the high pair of antlers atop her head from her circlet, the crooked staff (still forgotten on the floor), and the mantlet of autumnal leaves across her shoulders (the shortest, most practical form of Keyleth’s large Mantle of the Tempest).

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#critical role #cr fic #mine #vox machina #keyleth #vex'ahlia #sister bonding time

[jaylaxies]

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

GUIDE:

M — mature | F — fluff | A — angst

O — one-shot | S — series | T — timestamp

FORGET ME NOT

[ school trip au | m, f, o | 2.6k words ]

finally getting a break from your studies, you decide to join your school on an educational trip to australia. now what would you do if your teachers accidentally forget you at sydney while making their way to canberra, leaving you all alone? but great for you, a handsome stranger is more than willing to help.

3:51 AM

[ officer au | m, t ]

LAKESIDE RENDEZVOUS

[ best friends to lovers au | m, f, o | 1.5k words ]

"did you just spray paint a dick on the wall?" you laughed in amusement at your best friend. vandalizing the city with spray paint at 2 am didn't seem like the best idea to you. "oh come on, it'll be fun." jake had conveniently added with expectantly raised eyebrows. and, well, you agreed.

WISH COME TRUE

[ birthday au | m, f, o | 2.3k words ]

jake only wishes for one thing on his birthday, you.

NOT A PUNISHMENT

[ mirror sex | m, o | 1k words ]

you knew teasing jake wouldn't end well, but never thought it'll get you into this mess, however, you most certainly don't mind getting punished by him, especially when he does so in front of a mirror.

THE SWITCH PROJECT

[ project partners au | m, o | 5.3k words ]

being the top model for your company was something you had grown accustomed to, alongside your photographer, jihoon, always placing number one on the 'monthly evaluation list'. just opposite to jake not being accustomed to be placed second. so when company announced 'the switch project', jake had to turn the tables for him. the hard part? you're his partner and you hate him.

GOLDEN GLOW

[ yoga au | m, o | 1.1k words ]

jake finds your tight yoga clothes more interesting than, well, yoga.

DINNER FOR THREE [ft. heeseung]

[ school au | m, f, o | 2.7k words ]

university was stressful, the constant tests and assignments had drained you enough for you to look lifeless so, heeseung and jake, your closest friends, very graciously offered to study with you and also staying for a bowl of ramyeon, promising that they'll help you destress in their own way.

WINDOW VOYEUR

[ neighbours au | m, o | 944 words ]

you hate wearing clothes at home and your neighbour loves it.

AFTER HOURS

[ librarian au | m, o | 1.3k words ]

you lose your track of time while reading the book at your favorite spot in the library and soon find out that the rain won't allow you go home anytime soon. however, finding the sweet librarian jerking off to porn in the staff area wasn't something you had expected to encounter.

PING! WE SHOULD FUCK

[ best friend’s brother au | m, o, f | 6.5k words ]

trying out tinder was a random thought you had, not expecting to see your best friend’s twin brother there. feeling bold, you swiped right on his profile, never once thinking that he’d do the same and text you right after, to which, you didn’t reply, well knowing that you’ll have to face him the next day for your sleepover with his sister at their place.

ROMAN HOLIDAY

[ strangers to lovers au | m, o, f | 10k words ]

visiting your grandma’s place was more or less your entire plan for your summer vacations and only break you get before your university starts, although, meeting your neighbour, bickering with him and clutching his hand while running away from cops wasn’t in your bucket list.

RULE NUMBER ONE: DON’T FALL IN LOVE

[ fake dating au I m, o, f, a | 16.2k words ]

your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

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[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Fatherly Comfort

Summary - Part 10 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - slight angst, mentions of pregnancy

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

Night falls and morning rises and Dean still hasn’t returned. You’re sitting in the kitchen alone sipping a cup of tea when Sam walks in half asleep. 

“Have you heard from Dean?”

“Sorry, Y/N, I haven’t. I thought he would’ve been back by now. He’s probably sleeping off a hangover in the Impala somewhere. I’m sure he’ll come home soon.”

“You don’t think he would’ve gone back to his old habits, do you? You don’t think he’s in some other woman’s bed right now? I mean, he said one-night stands are easier…”

“No, no, no way. Dean loves you, so much. No matter how upset or hurt, he would never. Just give him time, he’ll be back.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

Sam pours himself a cup of coffee and makes his way into the library, leaving you alone again. You try Dean’s phone again but you just get the message bank. So you call Bobby instead. Much like how he’s the boy’s surrogate father, he had taken you in quickly too. He answers on the second ring.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s up? What have those Idjits done now?”

“Hey, Bobby, I need some advice, I don’t know what to do.”

“Was it Dean? Did he hurt you?”

“Honestly, I think it’s my fault. Do you think I could come stay with you for a while?”

“You know you’re always welcome here. I’ll make up the guest room and stock the fridge.”

“Thanks, Bobby.”

“Anytime, kid.”

You go to your room and pack a bag, ensuring to slip in your knife and gun just in case. You stop by the library on your way to the garage.

“I can’t sit here and just wait for him to come back. I’m gonna go stay with Bobby for a few days, maybe he knows where Dean is. If he comes back here just tell him to call me.”

“That’s a six-hour trip, do you want me to come with you?”

“I need some time to myself. I have my silver knife and gun, I can handle myself.”

“Please, let me come with you. Dean will kill me if he finds out I let you out of here on your own.”

“I’m not a child, Sam. In fact, I am having one. I can look after myself,” you turn to walk out.

Sam follows you to the garage. “Fine. But call me whenever you stop and when you get to Bobby’s. I’m gonna be tracking your cell also.”

“I will. Thanks, Sam.”

He pulls you in for a brief hug. You pull away and hop into the bright red vintage car, tossing your bag on the back seat. 

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Around six hours later you drive into the Singer Salvage yard. You’re utterly exhausted. Bobby comes out to meet you, opening the door for you before spotting your bag and grabbing it off the back seat.

“You look exhausted, kid. Come on inside and have a drink.”

You’re so drained you just nod and follow him inside. He takes your bag upstairs to the guest room before joining you on the couch with two open beers. You take one but you don’t drink it, you just swap the bottle from hand to hand inspecting it.

“What this cheap stuff ain’t good enough for ya anymore? That boy been spoilin’ you?”

“No, I’ve actually just recently given up drinking.”

“A hunter that doesn’t drink? That’s new. He knocked you up, didn’t he?”

You don’t say anything. You put the beer on the side table and grab a cushion, pulling it close to your chest. Tears start to well up again as you take a deep breath.

“Aw, darlin’, does he know?”

You nod.

“Alright, then what are you doing on my couch?”

“I’m not sure if I should keep it.”

“And Dean?”

“We had a fight about it…I haven’t heard from him since. He has been nothing but supportive, he wants this baby so badly and I know I hurt him when I mentioned thinking about an abortion. 

He said that our relationship was a bad idea and that one-night stands are easier. I’m scared, Bobby. What if he-”

“I’ve known that boy since he was a kid, he’s loyal to a fault and he loves you. If I know that boy then he’s driving around trying to find a way to disperse all the evil from the world so you have no reason to doubt keeping this baby. Deep down this has always been his dream, and now that there’s a chance of it coming true he’s gotta be struggling. Then you go and say you want to take that dream away from him?”

“Yeah…”

“I also can see where you’re coming from. You’re scared, unsure of how you’re gonna protect your child. Unsure of whether Dean will be able to give all this up and live a normal life with you? Am I close?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, let me tell you something. Those are fears every expectant parent has. I may not have had the chance to have children of my own but you three are pretty close to it. And even without all the demons and spirits and ghouls, I’d still worry about you being safe. Parents worry about how to protect their children from getting sick or hurt. That’s completely normal.”

“So you’re saying for the first time in ages I’m experiencing something completely normal?”

“More or less. Listen, you’ll always worry about the safety of your child, regardless of demons and such, but at least they’ll be surrounded by family who will protect them with their lives and do everything they can to keep them safe from all of this and anything else that comes their way.”

“Thanks, Bobby.”

“Aw hell, it’s getting late and I haven’t even fed you yet. What can I get you?”

“I’d love a pizza, but I think the bean would disagree. Just think of anything Sam would eat and get me that.”

“You got the morning sickness, huh?”

“Unfortunately…”

“Alright, I’ll be back soon. You know the drill, make yourself at home.”

After Bobby leaves you pull out your phone and try to call Dean again. You get the message bank again, but instead of hanging up, you leave a message. “Hey Dean, it’s me, I’m worried about you and I miss you. Please call me, we need to talk. I love you, and I love the idea of raising this baby together, you keep saying we’ll do this together and I believe you-” The beep cuts you off. You get up and go upstairs to shower.

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You wake up to the smell of pancakes, so you get up and make your way downstairs. You find Bobby standing at the stove with his back to you. You spot the orange juice on the table with two plates. 

“I didn’t realise you cooked.”

“Well, good morning to you too.”

“Sorry, good morning, Bobby.”

“I don’t really not since, well you know. But it’s not every day a pregnant woman turns up on my doorstep. You need a fulfilling breakfast, you’re growing my grandbaby.”

“Your grandbaby, huh?”

“Family don’t end in blood, kid.”

“This baby is lucky to have such a caring and protective grandfather. Oh, and orange juice instead of whisky? It’s a weird look.”

“Shut up, ya idjit.”

“I love you too, Bobby. Thank you again for all of this.”

While you wait for Bobby to finish cooking you grab your phone to call Dean again, but you find it’s flat so you plug it in to charge. When it lights up you find 20 missed calls from Sam but none from Dean.

“Bobby, did Sam call you?”

“Yeah, I told him you were here. He said you promised to call. He was really worried about you.”

“I forgot to call him when I got here.”

You call Sam and apologise for not calling and scaring him. 

Over breakfast, you discuss the ongoing demon situation. And then you help with the dishes. As you’re drying up you hear an all too familiar purr of an engine. You turn to Bobby and say, “you called him?”

“Damn right I did. I need to set that idjit straight.”

“Did you tell him I was here?”

“No, but I bet he spotted that sweet red ride the second he drove in.”

“He’s gonna be so mad I left the bunker. I need more time! I don’t know what to say to him.”

“Hey, Bobby! Please tell me you picked up a car identical to one from the bunker!” you hear Dean call out. The sound of his voice makes you freeze.

Dean walks in without knocking but stops as soon as he sees you. You keep your eyes locked on the ground. You can feel his gaze on you. You start to tear up again, guilt filling your body.

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You're safe with me

*Authors note~ I'm deathly scared of thunderstorms so I relate to reader. Reader is also of legal age and in her last year of her education. My OC Isadora is mentioned in this*

Warnings~ bullying?

Prompt~ reader is terrified of thunderstorms and somehow reader is left out in the storm terrified and alone. Lesso comes to the rescue comforting fluff.

The rain is hammering down on you showing you absolutely no mercy. The sky dark blue sky with angry rainclouds, showing you this wouldn't be passing anytime soon. It was almost curfew when you decided to leave the safety of the cosy library. Candle light providing the perfect atmosphere, you were able to finally relax. Legs curled up underneath your form as you settled in to finish your book. The book itself is beautifully written plot twists and turns captivating you. Fresh Cut Roses was most certainly addictive. (This is an amazing FanFiction on AO3 go check it out honestly made me cry) so addictive in fact that you spent all of your evening curled up reading.

Miss Isadora, school librarian who had become a close friend of yours gave you a gentle nudge when curfew was approaching. Not wanting you to be caught out your dorm and effectively end up in a trip to the doom room. You reluctantly placed your book mark into the book before closing it and standing slowly. Your back was stiff from how long you'd been sat against the bookshelf, however you slowly but steadily made your way to the door of the library. Bidding Isa a goodbye with a small smile you set on your familiar journey to your dormitory, book safely clutched to your chest.

You walked the dark and dingy halls, lit with a small amount of candles causing shadows to twist and bend in an almost terrifying dance in front of you. It was almost comforting, you'd lived at the school for four years now so you knew the halls like the back of your hand. So when the world suddenly went black and you could feel your body falling backwards you couldn't help the scream of pure terror. Not the good kind of terror that every Never loves, no this was the gut sinking kind. You continued to struggle against whatever had you captive but it was no use. It was too strong. All you could do is allow it to happen in hopes that you would be okay in the end.

It was the signature laugh of Hester that gave you your hint on what was happening. Earlier in the day you had your class with the one and only dean of evil Leonora Lesso. In said class you were paired with each other and encourage to spar. Lesso knew all of your abilities well, so it was no surprise that she'd paired you and Hester. In a small dash of luck you'd managed to win the sparring contest, ultimately causing Hester to wage a war between you and herself. Not a war that you actively wanted to participate in. Only when you heard the thick heavy doors slamming open and the two other voices did you realise. You were outnumbered. Your captors, Hester and her two wing women had dragged you out into the unrelenting rain. The cold droplets hitting your skin as you were yanked on to the ground and shackles added to your wrists and ankles.

The excruciatingly loud boom of thunder roared above your heads, electing a panicked gasp from you. Tugging against the restraints you begged your captors to help. Let you go. You hated how pathetic and desperate you sounded. It was absolutely terrifying to be tied up in the storm. Especially when the lightning crackled in the near distance. Your desperation soaked into your pleading. Instead of releasing you, you were met with the harsh ugly cackles of the girls as they fled the scene. Leaving you alone, scared and immobile. Powerless as the storm continued to rage onwards. It was in this moment that you regretted forgoing a coat. Tears soaked your cheeks mingling with the raindrops trailing down your cheeks. Shivers racked your body a mix of absolute terror and freezing cold temperature that surrounded you. Struggling against the restraints, you lost track of the time. How long had you been here?

The storm still raging on, you could feel your body shutting down. A fear response which you knew all to well. Panic bubbling away under the surface, tears streaming freely your throat too horse from the cold and the fear to make any noise. You had definitely missed curfew now. Your book lost in the transporting of your body. A comfort item, all the comfort you had was gone. That alongside the storm and your sore tired wrists and ankles you couldn't help feeling absolutely exhausted and pathetic. You were an Never. This isn't how you were suppose to be. But you weren't quite an Ever either. A perfect mess and a misfit of the first degree.

The familiar clicking of Lesso's cane normally could never be missed by you. But now as the storm raged and the cold was seeping through your bones you didn't hear it. Fear had you stiller than a statue. It was only when her perfectly manicured hand reached out for you that you noticed her presence. You recoiled from her pulling at the iron shackles you were instantly fearing the worst. You're wrists were red raw from the pulling and the cold, eyes protesting all the fear you felt and rapidly blinking trying to focus on the form in front of you.

"Pl- p - ease d-d-d-ont h-h-hhrt m-m-me" your plea stumbling out broken. You knew how pathetic you sounded. Chained to the floor you cowered away like a petrified child.

"Hey, hey, hey, little one. I won't hurt you. You're safe with me." She stated while assessing the quickest and easiest way to free you from the restraints. You blinked rapidly through the haze of tears and rain "L-L-es-s-s-o?" You attempted to whisper as your teeth chattered.

"That's right little one, let's get you out of these hmm?" The caring tone that was never normally present, already starting to sooth your emotional state. Although she hated to show it Lesso had the biggest heart and would do anything to help any of her Nevers. Using her own magic, Lesso freed you from the shackles, rubbing gently soothing the sore points on your wrists. You let out a small hiss in pain as she gently stroked the abused skin. Now you were less restricted in movements, shivers racked over your tiny body.

"Little one, you're absolutely soaked darling let's get you inside hmm? Can you stand?" Her gaze refused to move from you watching as you tried to stand but your frozen body giving out before you could get upright. Thankfully the storm had moved over you now and was just noise in the distance. You tensed as Lesso helped you to your feet and guided you back into the school. You kept your gaze downwards from embarrassment and fear. The dean of evil herself saw you in such a weak and pathetic state. You'd heard the rumours on what happened to weak Nevers. Not something you wanted to experience. You caught sight of the familiar hard cover of your book and willingly dropped to the floor to get it back in your arms. Only when you reached it a strangled cry left your lips after discovering it had been damaged. Pages ripped from the spine, bent corners of its usually pristine condition.

"Little one? What's this ?" You could hear the curiosity in her voice.

"M-m-y b-b-o-oo-ok" you cried out into the otherwise empty halls, fresh tears leaking from your eyes. "I-I-ts r-ru-I-nd "

"Oh y/n it's okay. It's okay come let's go somewhere warmer. You're going to freeze to death here. Bring the book darling we will see what we can do okay?"commanded, her tone lacking its usual bite.

Together you both made your way to Lady Lesso's office. This is how you found yourself settled in front of her fire shivering as your body soaked in any heat the fire would give. Limbs stinging as the heat meat cold flesh. "Little one, what happened? Why were you out there ?" She queried. You explained everything you knew from leaving the library to the storm to now. You only paused to take breaths in attempts to calm yourself.

"Oh darling, your okay it's just a silly storm, I'll see to it those girls get the punishment don't you fret. Little dove can I touch you?" Her voiced wavered slightly as if she was debating if it was the right thing to do. You nodded and flung yourself into your normally cold hearted deans arms. Immediately feeling her hands stroking over your hair. The extra body heat further helping you warm up. The beating of her heart under your ear, allowing you to focus on calming down fully. It was only now that you could fully process the events that occurred. The storm. Your book. Your eyes drifted to the latter that was resting next to you. Unknowingly to you Lesso caught the expression of deep sadness that flashed over your face.

"Little one? Tell me about this book? It's clearly important to you. I'll see if I can source another for you tomorrow." She whispered out into your hair.

"There's a character who can manipulate and produce plants, she falls in love with a principle but something happens causing her to sacrifice herself for the principle in an act of love. I was just at that point before I left the library." You could hear the emotion creeping back into your voice as you recalled the last chapter and how you were left unknowing if the character had bled out into her death or if she'd been saved somehow. You heard a small chuckle escape the older women. "You're quite the emotional little thing hmm? I'll have to read it seems you speak so highly of it."

A flush adorned your cheeks as you nuzzled into the hug finally feeling some kind of contentment for the first time since leaving the library. Basking in the fiery glow of the intricate dance the flames were doing. Here in Lesso's arms you finally felt safe.

Word count ~ 1757

*Authors note~ this was so cute to write*

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[novankenn]

Things Best left ... ALONE (6)

--== Table of Contents ==--

The small bit of energy Pyrrha had gotten from her shower was waning when she finally got through the breakfast line with her tray of food. Not really having anyone to sit with, she moved around the outskirts of the expansive room, and located a vacant table. Once seated, she started in on her meal, beginning with a large half of grapefruit. She had just finished sprinkling a bit of white sugar on it, when a shadow crossed over her.

“Yang?” Pyrrha was more than a little surprised to see her main competitor for the top rank in combat class taking a seat across from her.

“Hey, P-Money.”

“Please stop with that name… please, I really hate it.” Pyrrha snapped.

 “Okay, but I’ve been calling you by it for weeks, so what’s changed.”

“I’ve never liked that name… I’m… I’m a little overtired, so I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, you just should have told me sooner. If I knew it bothered you, I would have stopped.”

“So, what brings you over to my lonely side of the cafeteria?”

“Just wanted to check on you, and” here it comes, Pyrrha thought as Yang spoke, “if you’re up for a spar this afternoon?”

“Not really… I was just going to take it easy today. Work on some papers, and such.”

“Oh dang, you sure Pyrrha? I mean, you could do those papers anytime, but sparring with me…”

“Happens multiple times a week.” Pyrrha cut her off, “Yang, I’m tired. I want to have an easy day, so no I’m not having a spar today, or tomorrow. I want a peaceful weekend… if that’s okay with you?”

“Okay, fair is fair.” Yang smiled, and Pyrrha new the blond brawler was undeterred and would, like she did almost every day, ask for to spar with her. 

It was just the same as those people that approached her for anything to satisfy their own needs. Yang needed to try and prove she was top dog, so she kept throwing herself at Pyrrha… it was pathetic, but Pyrrha couldn’t and wouldn’t say it. It had been schooled into her, always present her public face, be polite and endearing., keep the negativity bottled up… until you were alone.

“So what paper you working on?”

“Oobleck’s, the Role night-vision played in the success of faunus guerrilla tactics.” Pyrrha replied, as she scooped and savored part of her breakfast. She continued speaking as soon as she swallowed. “I need to hit the library, get a few books.”

“You want the ones Blake and I checked out?”

“Seriously? Don’t you need them?”

“Nah, Blake and I got our papers down the other day, so I can drop ‘em off to you if you want. Save you a trip to the library.”

“Are you sure they’ll be what I need?”

“Positive, but if they’re not, just let me know and I’ll return them.”

“Well, it would be helpful to not have to make a trip to the library.” Pyrrha gave Yang one of her real smiles. “Thank you, Yang…”

“And IF you get done early, and feel frisky,” Pyrrha’s mood dropped. Of course, there was a reason Yang was offering to help her. There was always a reason. “We could go for a couple easy rounds.”

‘I guess.” Pyrrha replied noncommittally.” So should I drop by and…”

“No, I’ll drop ‘em off.” Yang responded. “When do you think You’ll be back to your room?”

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #pyrrha has no partner #jaune is a fae #horror themed #alternate universe #Beacon has no 4 person teams 1st year teams

[capypub]

29 please please please I have never wanted a fic more

#29 “I feel strange when you’re around.”   

         “Do you have a fever or something?”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

  Bruno had grown very close to the bookkeeper’s granddaughter; she was one of the few who gave him a chance at a new beginning after his return. Now as he stood nervously outside the library, waiting for Mirabel to step out, he wondered what it could possibly be that convinced the sweet young woman to give him such kindness. He should have known that these feelings would develop into more. At first, he called himself pathetic for falling for someone because they showed him the smallest bit of kindness and care. 

“Well? H-has she asked about me?” he questions his sobrina when she returns to where he’s hiding behind an ox cart.

His niece gave him an unimpressed look. “Yes, tío, her exact words were ‘how do I get him to leave me alone?’” she said sarcastically, putting her hands on her hips with a teenage-angst-fueled eye roll. 

“R-really?” he questioned, somewhat deflating even though a part of him knew she was teasing him, but the self-deprecating part simply accepted her words as truth. 

“No, of course not, tío,” she laughs, nudging him playfully, “she actually asked about you, wanted to know if you’ll be stopping by anytime soon,” she added with a smirk. 

“I-oh, I…okay, wow, um, s-should I go now or, actually I think I’ll just go back home and th-.”

“Tío Bruno, you have to talk to her,” she stated matter-of-factly, “like, right now,” she added, pushing him out from behind the ox cart and towards the library. 

“Mirabel, I really don’t think now is a good time,” he attempted, nervously playing with his shirt sleeve. 

“Ugh, it’s never going to be a good time, you have to make it good, tío, now go!” she encouraged him with a smile, a thumbs up and another hard shove. 

          Bruno crossed the plaza slowly, opting to go around the perimeter than straight across to avoid more people. He still gets looks from the inhabitants of the Encanto, but it’s more out of curiosity than fear or anger. As he comes to a stop before the tall wooden door, he feels his hands begin to tremble. The last time he was here, he’d embarrassed himself by tripping and stumbling, knocking over a pile of books in the process right in front of her.

          Taking a deep breath, he reaches into his shirt pocket for a pinch of salt, throws it over his shoulder while saying his phrases for luck under his breath a couple times. He can’t help but tap on the wooden doorframe in his ritualistic sequence that he had developed as a habit over time for his anxiety. Holding his breath and crossing his fingers, he straightened his shoulders and pushed past the door, stepping into the dimly lit shop. 

“Oh, hi,” she chirped from behind a talk desk where she was organizing a stack of books.

“Um, h-hola señorita, I’ve been, uh, meaning to ask you something,” he starts off immediately getting to the point, no matter how awkward he felt, no matter how red and embarrassed his face probably looked to her. 

“Okay?” she agreed, sounding unsure but amused. 

“I-I, uh, I…do you have…the,” he began to panic, struggling to maintain eye contact, overwhelmed by her beauty, “the new collection of screenplays your abuelo ordered?” he finally blurted out, losing his confidence at the last moment and abandoning his plan. 

“Oh, um, yes…they came in a couple days ago, I can show you,” she nods, sounding confused and perhaps a little let down. 

          Bruno was too busy mentally beating himself up for losing his courage. He bowed his head as he followed her to the back of the room, moving past the towering bookshelves until they reached the far corner of the large room, a tiny section of books on theatre related topics set where Bruno could read in peace and not have to worry about sneers or scowls from others in the shop. It had been her idea, the first act of kindness that had sparked the first flame of a now blazing desire for her. 

“Here,” she said, motioning to a small stack of twine-bound books left separate from the theater section, “I figured you might want to take them with you, so I didn’t bother filing them with the others,” she shrugged, turning to face him with an innocent smile.

“T-thank you, you’re very kind,” he said quietly, still simmering in his own indignity. 

          When she didn’t walk away, he slowly glanced up to find her watching him, biting her lower lip as if she wanted to say something. Their eyes met and she quickly looked away, ducking her head slightly. Bruno could still see the shy smile she tried to hide from where he stood, confused by her behavior. 

“Bruno, um, I’ve been wanting to tell you something actually,” she finally spoke, breaking the tense silence. 

“Claro, what is it, señorita?” he nodded, never one to turn down an extra moment of her attention. 

“First of all, you can call me by my name,” she teased, their shared chuckle breaking some of the tension, “and second…well, ever since you started coming here and we’ve gotten to know you, I feel like…I mean, you’ve been such…” she hesitates, fidgeting with her fingers.

“¿Sí?” he softly encouraged her, leaning forward. 

She takes a deep breath. “I feel strange when you’re around.”

“D-do you have a fever or something?” he questioned, unsure of what she meant. 

          She blinked slowly, unable to tell if he was being serious or not. When he didn’t continue, she had to assume he was serious. Gathering all her courage, she decided that it was now or never.

“No,” she laughed softly, “I mean, being around you…makes me…feel something,” she said, her voice dropping slightly as she reached out and touched his hand. 

By the blankness in his stare, she figured he still was not quite sure what was going on. With a huff, she took his hand, interlocking their fingers and taking the smallest step closer to him. She heard Bruno’s voice stutter and hitch as she moved, his eyes growing wide as he looked down at their hands. Almost owlishly, he blinked down at their fingers, taking much longer than she expected to finally react beyond staring. 

“Oh…oh!” he gasped, the realization finally hitting him.

She bit her lip. “So…?” she murmured, looking at him with a pout.

“So…d-does that mean…you, uh, I mean, I know what you mean, but does that mean what I think it means or do you mean…s-something different, you know what I mean?” he rambled, his brain overworking as his nerves overwhelmed him.

“I…I don’t know what you just said,” she admitted, his words coming out so fast and low that she could only pick out a few words, “but, I wouldn’t be upset if you…um, kissed me,” she suggested coyly, averting her gaze to the floor and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, a habit that gave away how nervous she truly was, perhaps almost as nervous as him. 

“K-k-kiss you?” he repeated, the idea short circuiting any sense he had left in his head, “y-yes, I, uh, I can, I can do that,” he said, shaking himself out of his shock and focussing on her.

The two continued to awkwardly stand in front of each other, still holding hands, their other hanging limply at their side. Bruno took a hesitant step closer, now close enough to feel her skirt brush against his pant legs. She looked up at him through thick lashes, her eyes drawing out every desire he had for her from within him. He paused, exhaling a shaky breath and then bringing his free hand to touch her cheek, his fingers trembling the entire time. 

“You’re nervous,” she pointed out softly, squeezing his hand, “it’s okay.”

“I, uh, it’s just that, I wasn’t expecting to, I mean, not that I don’t want to, it’s just that you’re so, uh, yeah, and I’m…me, so it-.”

He was cut off by her lips covering his. She had taken the final tiny step and closed the space between them, pressing her body fully into his as she sighed, finally knowing what his mouth feels like against her own. She loved it. Bruno gasped, his eyes going wider than ever. His body immediately locked up, going rigid as he tried to process what was happening. They stayed connected for only a brief moment. She pulled away from him slowly, only enough distance to look him in the eyes, their chests still touching as she leaned into his warmth.

“W-was that okay?” she whispered, hoping she didn’t overstep his boundaries. 

“Y-y-y-yeah, uh, yes, very, um, very, very, okay,” he nodded, his eyes reflecting the blazing passion her kiss had sparked in him. 

“Can…can we try it again?” she asked softly, sounding doubtful, as if he could possibly deny her. 

Without another word, Bruno tugged on her hand that was still interlaced with his own, just enough to where she pressed fully against him again. Dipping his head, he caught her lips in a soft kiss, hearing a small noise of content from deep in her throat as he caressed her jaw with his other hand. While Bruno would admit he didn’t have much experience with sex and romance given his reputation, that didn’t mean he was completely inexperienced. Yes, there had been a time in his early twenties where a few young women found the outcast label appealing, a conquest to be made, a metaphoric badge of honor that they could get close to the only Madrigal’s only son. 

“We can stop,” she mutters against his mouth, not fully breaking away, “if you want.”

“Never,” he responds gruffly against her mouth, both his hands now holding the sides of her face, keeping her still. 

As their shyness and hesitation gradually melted away, it was replaced by a sprouting of passion, of lust, of burning desire that overtook all sense of reason. At some point, the kiss became more frantic as they found their bearings.Bruno began to back her up, away from the openness of the aisle, until she hit the bookcase along the back wall, both of them hidden away by towering wooden shelves and dusty books that muffled their noises. 

“Oh, Bruno,” she sighed as her body hit the bookshelf, her head rolling back, giving him the invitation to kiss her neck. 

Overtaken by his carnal desires, Bruno’s mouth attached to the soft skin along her jugular, tasting her natural saltiness and biting down to begin the process of marking her body with his touch. He’d only dreamed of her like this, breathy and needy, just as eager to touch him as he was to touch her. Her scent infiltrated his senses, only enhancing the intoxicating cocktail that was her. 

“Que hermosa,” he muttered into her shoulder, trailing wet, hot kisses up her neck to her earlobe where he could nip at the shell of her ear.

“Can I take this off?” she asks softly, her fingers tugging on the end of his button-up shirt. 

“T-there’s, uh,” he scoffed self-deprecatingly, “there’s not much to see, dulce niña,” he admitted, disgruntled. 

“It’s you, that’s all I care about,” she replied quickly, slipping her fingers under his shirt to blindly explore the expanse of his chest as he shuddered at her soft touch. 

“W-what if someone comes in?” he gasps when she slips her hand past the hemline of his pants, causing a gasp to break the thick quietness that had filled the room as they touched and kissed like horny teenagers on their first date. 

“You’re the only one who would come in at this time of day, Bruno, we’ve got plenty of time,” she soothes his worry with a playful grin, her warm fingers rubbing over the growing bulge in his pants as her lips left teasing kisses along his neck. 

He chokes on a moan when she squeezes his length particularly hard. “Mierda, you’re not as innocent as everyone assumes,” he gasps when she twists her wrist in a way that has his vision blurring from the overwhelming pleasure buzzing through him.

“You’re not wrong,” she giggles, continuing to softly tease his fully-erect length, her thumb rubbing over the head over the fabric of his underwear, forcing a choked noise out of him as he leaned into her touch, his head pressed into her shoulder as he drowned in her gentle teasing. 

“Ah, ‘t feels good,” he groans, one hand moving to squeeze her hip in an attempt to ground himself. 

“Can I make you feel really good, guapo?” she purrs into his ear, tightening her grip just slightly, earning another muffled groan from him and an enthusiastic nod against her collarbone. 

With slightly trembling fingers, she dropped down in front of him, undoing his belt and pulling his pants and underwear down in one smooth stroke. Bruno winced at the sudden vulnerability he felt being so exposed like this. He looked down, watching as she inspected his cock, her fingertips brushing the underside as she glanced up at his eyes. 

“Do your eyes always do that when you’re turned on?” she asked, her eyes wide and feigning innocence as she watched him over the tip of his length, her breath ghosting the swollen tip.

“Hm?” Bruno questioned, unsure of what she was talking about, too taken by the anticipation of her mouth on him to really understand what she said. 

“Your eyes are glowing, bebé,” she smirked, raising a hand close to his face so he could see the faint green glow reflecting from her skin.

“I-is it weird?” he gulps, the light fading somewhat as doubt clouded his mind.

“No,” she said softly, beginning to stroke him again, drawing his attention back to his aching cock, “it’s kind of hot, actually,” she admits before sticking her tongue out to lap at his slit, moaning as the saltiness of his seed lingered on her taste buds. 

          Bruno’s eyes rolled back as he groaned loudly, both hands coming up to brace himself against the shelf, his nails digging into the old wood as he tried to contain his sounds. His thighs trembled at the growing coil in his stomach, her lips warm and velvety against his head. She traced each vein with the tip of her tongue, moving back and forth along his length at a steady rhythm, her other hand moving between gripping his hip for stability and dragging her nails lightly down his chest and torso, causing a shiver to run down his spine. 

“W-wait,” he manages to choke out, bringing one hand to her cheek to ease her off of him. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks, worried he had changed his mind. 

“What’s wrong,” he began, helping her to stand up fully, “is that it would be ungentlemanly of me to put my satisfaction before your own,” he went on, quickly gathering the material of her skirt, bunching it around her hips and rubbing just above the damp spot on her underwear. 

“Oh, j-just like that,” she gasps, digging her nails into his forearm as she jerks into his palm. 

          Pulling the fabric aside, Bruno traced the perimeter of her labia, coating his fingertips in her essence before focusing his touch on her clit. She bucks suddenly at the sensation, whining softly against his mouth and reaching between them to stroke his length. Whether she intended to or not, the head of his cock brushed her sex when she stroked him, causing both of them to freeze. Their eyes opened and met each other, the question hanging between them like a heavy fog. 

“I want this, I want you,” she was the first to say. 

“A-are you sure? Absolutely sure?” he questioned her, the glow in his eyes dampening as the gravity of the situation overtook his lust.

“Absolutely sure,” she nodded, leaning forward to kiss him.

          The next few minutes were a blur for Bruno. First they were kissing and then she was biting his lip as he slipped into her, slowly easing into her until he was fully sheathed. They both paused for a moment, taking in the new sensations of being fully connected to each other. She lifts one of her legs onto his hip, bringing him even deeper into her. Then, Bruno’s rutting into her fervidly, one hand gripping her thigh and the other curled around her torso, holding her lower half as close to him as possible. She squeezed him tightly when he reached a certain angle, moaning wantonly into his mouth and tugging his curls. 

“Fuck, right there, right there, Bruno,” she’s panting like a desperate prayer, her eyes squeezed shut and hands blindly touching every part of him that she could reach. 

“Oh, mi reina, mi estrella, mi cielo, I-I’m close,” Bruno babbled, all reason abandoned for this moment of pure ecstasy, his mind broken and body working off pure. 

           She cried out into his shoulder when she came, her entire body trembling as he continued to rut into her, reaching his own end, pulling out at the last moment to finish on his hands, covering his slit and shooting all of his seed into his palm with a throaty groan. With a half-lidded, love drunk gaze and a smirk, she took his hand, bringing it to her mouth. Bruno watched in awe as she licked his palm and each finger clean of his release, holding his gaze the entire time. When she was satisfied with her work, she let go, his hand falling back at his side, his mind absolutely dazed as he tried to process the absolutely provocative method of cleaning he’s ever seen. What surprised him even more was how much he liked watching her do it. 

The haze started to fade shortly after they’d both reached satisfaction, reality setting in about their surroundings and the significance of their actions. 

“Did, um, did I hurt you?” he asks meekly after their breathing had returned to normal, awkwardly fixing his clothes as he spoke.

“No, Bruno, I’m…perfectly happy,” she said with a sweet smile that touched his heart. 

“R-really?” 

She tilts her slightly, a curiousness in her eyes. “I can show you how happy I am if you’ll let me,” she suggests, her curiousness shifting to mischief. 

Bruno swallowed thickly, tensing when she reached out to grip the front of his shirt and pull herself into his space. She laid her palms flat against his chest, looking at him with doe-like submissiveness, her lower lip jutted out just slightly, enhancing the overall cuteness of her expression.

“Uh, um,” he coughs to try and clear his dry throat, “perhaps, um…”

“Upstairs? My room? The bed is comfier than the floor or the bookshelf,” she offers with a raised brow, grinning at him because she knew she had him where she wanted him.

“...okay…yeah, uh, yes,” he nods, flustered but eager to spend as much time with her as possible, especially if it meant being as close to her as he was just moments ago. 

“Perhaps I was feeling feverish and you took it upon yourself to take care of me for the evening,” she giggled, pulling him up the stairs at the back of the building, her mind already spinning with different things she wanted to try.

Author's note: I don't know why I'm incapable of writing an appropriate-length one-shot, I feel like they're always hella long no matter how hard I try to keep it simple lmao

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[udretlnea]

Fav. Library Event (Headcanons; Piece #1/5)

A/N: "For the creator’s event at the Favonius Library”.

Taglist: @theblueskyofthedawn​

Headcanons

Venti

On the anniversary of their victory against Decarabian, he goes to that one tree in Stormterror’s Lair and plays a song he used to sing to his old friend during the past.

After the GAA event with Mona, Fischl, Kazuha, & Xinyan he fell off the roof of the Cat’s Tail and into a bundle of cats; he ended up bedridden in the church for several days.

The most drinks he’s ever consumed in one sitting was 100, and that was during one particularly bountiful Weinlesefest in Mondstadt.

(Ehe~)

Xiao

Created small shrines to the other Yakshas in a secret compartment in his room at the Inn; he regularly gives offerings of items that he thinks they'd like. (Ex: Bonanus- Rice Buns, Indarias- Chili Minced Cornbread Buns, etc.)

After hearing Venti play on the flute once, Xiao went and tried carving one himself to practice with; keyword tried because he has no experience in woodcarving. The result looks terrible, but he keeps it stashed in the aforementioned compartment.

When not suffering from karmic debt or slaying demons, sometimes he observes mortals coming and going in his little bird form, pretending to be nothing more than what he appears.

(I miss the other Yakshas...but their deeds won’t be forgotten anytime soon so that’s nice.)

Nahida

She makes bento for the Wanderer’s lunch, even decorating it with a cute lil’ Aranara made out of a radish.

Whenever Wanderer comes to visit report to Nahida, she takes the time to ask him MomTM questions like, “How was your day?”, “Anything interesting catch your eye?”, “Would you like me to make your favorite?”

 You know those Aranara in her character demo? She plays games with them irl whenever her duties take her near Vanarana.

(No thoughts, only Nahida-Mother brainrot)

Heizou

He has his own fanclub; they’re a small but passionate group.

Heizou thought that deep-fried food was mid at first, but after the day he received his Vision his perception of it shifted as a result of the trauma and thus it now tasted delicious.

Despite not looking like it, Heizou is a decent beetle battler; he’s managed to win against Yoimiya, but not Ayato.

(I lowkey like Heizou. People should appreciate him more.)

Kazuha

When Tomo was still alive, Kazuha would pluck a strand of the former’s hair and be able to play music from it as if it were a leaf.

Kazuha used to have nightmares about that day of Tomo’s execution whenever there was stormy weather, but after putting his friend’s vision in front of his grave they aren’t so intense anymore.

On one particularly fair day, Kazuha napped on a rather warm rock until sunset; he was later woken up by an amused Hu Tao who mistook him for a dead body and was in the middle of taking measurements for his coffin. The two sheepishly explained what they were doing to each other and quickly left; the event stuck with Kazuha throughout the present.

(I kind of went off with the last one here; I’m lowkey proud of it)

Tighnari

Tighnari once forgot to pack enough water during a trip to the desert for research and started acting like a clown because of thirst-induced hallucination; Dehya and co. found him before he could hurt himself and helped him recover. Tighnari doesn’t know that Dehya found him like that while the latter thought it was mildly amusing.

After the events of Nahida’s second story quest, the Traveler went to inform Tighnari about Nur and the other mushrooms at Mawtiyima Forest; now he helps tend to the garden there (if you did the quest, you know what I’m talking about).

When Collei still had Eleazar, if he heard anyone badmouth or berate Collei he would personally see to it the offender would be stuck with some embarrassing chore.

(Idk what went through my mind with the first one other than “shenanigans”. It was midnight.)

Albedo

Keeps a pouch of snacks inside his coat; it’s filled with spiders covered in a sweet resin (it sounds gross, but it’s actually quite tasty).

He’s gotten so detailed at sketching that he’s definitely opened commissions at least thrice; practically all citizens of Mondstadt flock to his office to ask for them so he’s had to set up a hard limit of ten commissions.

During the Irodori Festivsl he came across an onikabuto battle and was fascinated enough to go out and try it himself. He sometimes writes essays on the optimal and ideal form to engage in onikabuto fights.

(Can you tell that I loved the Onikabuto event so much I included it in several of these headcanons?)

Xingqiu

On one particularly sunny day, he tried to successfully practice the moves he read in his martial-arts book. He keeps practicing so as to have another option if he were disarmed in combat one day.

Thanks to the above, Shenhe and Xingqiu have developed a minor respect and the former even gives pointers on the off-chance she runs into the middle of his practice.

His hair used to be more professional and traditional, but he insisted on getting it cut to resemble Yelan’s haircut after that one encounter with her (see About Yelan) because he thought she was cool-looking.

(Nothing special on this one. This one’s fine.)

Sucrose

Regularly writes to Collei asking for updates on her teachings and offers to donate her books to Collei; Collie appreciates it, but declines because she’s determined like that.

At first, Sucrose didn’t have time for nor was interested in TCG, but after playing with the Traveler and Fischl she got hooked and now low-key collects cards a la Cyno.

When it’s just her and Albedo working together in general, she feels comfortable and safe enough to let her ears stand up.

(I wonder if Hoyo will have Sucrose and Collei interact again...)

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[thetravelingpapaw]

Facing My Fears And Reaching My Goals:

My fears for this trip consisted of getting lost in the city and not making friends within the group. I am happy to say that I made friends on this trip and created lots of funny memories that will stay with me forever. Like when Cora and I copied a mural of a fisherman catching a huge fish... and Cora proceeded to fall right after we got the picture and we laughed so hard I cried. I knew McKenzie, Sarah, and Cora before coming on this trip but I also made some good friends within the group. Mallory and Chase were both in my class and we all spent a lot of time hanging out and joking around with each other. I had a really good time getting to know new people on this trip and catching up with everyone at the end of the day. I looked forward to having dinner as a class and getting to hear from everyone about the day.

As for the fear of getting lost in the city... We all got off the bus wayyy before we were supposed to. This resulted in all of us having to walk around, trying to find the building with our rooms, in the pouring rain. I will admit that during the hour walk in the cold rain, I was not very happy about being soaked to the bone. But talking about it now makes me laugh because of course we would get lost when it's raining. And of course Cora would have a great time, find a snail, and give him a little flower hat. It was definitely an experience that I won't forget anytime soon.

I had quite a few goals for this trip that I wanted to reach. In my previous blog post I talked about wanting to try coffee, find a bakery/sweet shop, and visit a library. I completed all of these small goals throughout the trip and was happy with the result. I did try some coffee, I still hate the bitterness of it and will not drink it. But Mallory told me to try a Chai Latte since it's Chai tea instead of coffee, and I actually love it. I like iced and hot lattes. No, it's not coffee, but it looks pretty and actually tastes good. I ate a lot of sweets on this trip. I had the absolute best pistachio donut ever, really rich bubble waffle ice cream, and tons of other baked goods like carrot cake and macrons. As a class, we also got to visit Trinity College and see The Long Room Library and Book of Kells. I really enjoyed it because I loved seeing such old books and reading the exhibits that they had out.

[mitchywitchythings]

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Oh, There you are young mortal, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Who am I? Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m your friendly Empress of the Witches, Mitchelle or Mitch in short. What am I doing here? What are you doing here in my kingdom?

You’ve lost your friends by accident on your camping trip and ended up here by mistake? I see, darling. Well you can stop this whole trick now, stop lying, I can read your mind, you know since I’m a witch, duh. And to add to your lies, there are no such things as accidents and coincidence. Naive little human.

It’s fate that brought you here to me in this beautiful mysterious forest. You’re still lost, darling? I’ll lead you out of the forest and my kingdom tomorrow once dawn arrives since it’s almost dusk, in the evening it’s dangerous around here. You don’t want to be mauled by a werewolf or have your blood drained by a vampire, do you? No, I didn’t think so…

What makes you think you can trust me? You mere mortals are so adorable! I have no proof of course to back me up, except that I promise that won’t eat you or dissect you for the ingredients I need to make my lovely and powerful potions! If you want to be stubborn be my guest, I can leave you out here for the night forced to survive on there own! But I could also take you into my castle, it’s not too far away from here.

We can use my broom to get there, it’s just a short ride, honestly how can you be so scared of heights? The view is breathtakingly incredible and the feeling of adrenaline and wind rushing through you feels exhilarating!

Good choice, in choosing to come with me, don’t worry I’ll protect you, darling! Can’t have my dear mortal and also new found friend turn into a pesky little vampire or werewolf because I wasn’t watching you well enough!

Well, here we are! My lonely little castle and home. Make yourself at home. But let me show you the library, first and foremost then I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping at tonight. I’m sure that once you’ll pick up a book there you won’t be able to put it down!

The library is absolutely breath taking isn’t it with everything lined up and arranged neatly, my room may be messy but I pride myself on all the arrangement on all books that I made here even if there aren’t much yet. How am I so energetic? Confidence is the key, dear mortal the soon you learn it the better it’ll be for you and everyone around you.

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[primroseprime2019]

The Sorcerer's Legacy- One

In the streets of London, a sixteen year old boy walked past people. He wore a black shirt and light grey jeans and a silver and turquoise jacket.

He had light honey brown skin and raven black hair that was tied in a small ponytail, and he had dark grey eyes that almost looked black.

He kept glancing around nervously. He lightly tugged on his hood as he kept his head down. He was avoiding the other people for a reason that only he knew.

He let out a silent sigh of relief as he walked into a house and closed the door behind him.

"Prim?" He called out. "In the kitchen, Ivan," a female voice called out. An Alaskan Husky pranced over to Isaac as he knelt down and giggled softly as the dog licked his face.

A twenty-one year old woman walked over, "dinner is ready. How was your trip?" She asked. She had chestnut brown skin, raven black and brown hair and light brown eyes.

"It was okay," Ivan replied with a small shrug, "it's gonna rain soon. So I made sure to grab some books from the local library."

Primrose smiled softly, "I'm glad. You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded. She gently rubbed her head and he leaned into her touch before he hugged her. She immediately hugged him back.

"Go upstairs and wash up," she said softly, "after dinner, we can work on your magic lessons tonight."

Ivan smiled and he nodded before he went upstairs.

He grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. Turning the faucet, he watched as water filled up the tub.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his arms. There were symmetrical scars on his back, arms, legs and chest. He didn't know how or when he had gotten them. Or how why, but he didn't want to think about it right now.

"Amaryllis represent pride, strength and determination," he murmured as he climbed into the tub, "Irises represent faith, hope, courage, wisdom and admiration; roses represent achievement, completion and perfect."

He closed his eyes, "lillies represent feminine, love, purity and grief. Begonias represent caution and consideration. Hibiscus represent power, fame and glory. Jasmines represent love, purity and sensuality. Snowdrops represent hope and innocence."

Thunder rumbled and he looked at the window as rain began to fall.

He chuckled softly as the Alaskan Husky, Penny, trotted into the bathroom. She barked softly and Isaac smiled at her.

He reached out and gently rubbed her head. "Sunflowers represent positivity, happiness, cheer, good luck, health and hope. Bet you didn't know that, did you, Penny?"

Penny tilted her head before she huffed softly, her tail wagging. Ivan giggled softly. He started to wash up.

Once he was done, he got dressed into his pajamas. He and Penny raced down the stairs and into the kitchen. The smell of spaghetti and meatballs filled the air and Isaac blushed as his stomach growled.

Primrose chuckled, "come eat, ya little bird." "Thanks, Prim," Ivan smiled as he sat down.

He started eating. Penny walked over to her dog bowl and Primrose hummed softly as she washed her hands.

"Prim?" Ivan said softly. "Hm?" She replied,

"Can you... tell me about my parents?" He asked. She paused and turned the faucet off. She sighed softly.

"Your parents were the most amazing sorcerers in the world," she said, "especially your father, Ivar. He wanted a world where sorcerers were equal and wouldn't have hide their magic. But... all I know is that after your parents disappeared, nothing was the same. I found you on my doorstep."

Ivan smiled a little and nodded as he finished his plate. Primrose pulled him into a hug.

"I know those aren't the words you want to hear but trust me when I say that you are loved and important in so many ways," she said. She kissed his head.

He leaned into her, "thanks, Prim." "Anytime," she said, "now go ahead and get yourself ready. We gotta leave in a little bit."

Ivan tilted his head, "where are we going?" "To the market," Primrose replied as she patted Peni's head.

Ivan blinked in surprise before he smiled and nodded. He hurried upstairs to grab his sketchbook. Primrose chuckled softly and Penny looked at her.

She sighed softly and rubbed her face. 'I can't tell him... not yet,' she thought bitterly, 'he isn't ready yet.' She grabbed her jacket and Penny's leash.

Penny walked up to her and Primrose patted her head. Ivan came downstairs, almost tripping over his feet.

Primrose laughed. "Slow down there, kiddo." He smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry! I'm just excited," he giggled. "I can see that," she smiled as he put on his shoes and his jacket.

"Hopefully the rain's stopped," Ivan said. Penny barked and he giggled as he rubbed her head. Primrose smiled softly. He looked so much like his father. It was almost haunting to her but she ignored that feeling as they walked out of their apartment.

Luckily it was only drizzling. Primrose sighed softly and Ivan looked at her.

"You okay?" He asked. "Yeah," she said, "now since we're heading to the market, I want you to stay as close to me as possible, got it?"

Ivan pouted but nodded. She chuckled and ruffled his hair. He squeaked and swatted her hand away with a giggle. Penny barked, her tail wagging. The three started walking to the market.

Ivan and Penny walked a little further ahead but managed to stay in Primrose's line of sight. She watched them with a soft chuckle. She sighed deeply before she looked at the grey clouds. She could see the sun piercing through and it made her frown.

She looked back at Ivan who was rubbing Penny's head.

'Not yet,' Primrose silently told herself as she gripped her wrist, 'he can't know yet. Otherwise things will become even more difficult. It's what his parents would've wanted. I... I can do this.'

She exhaled and walked after Ivan and Penny.

#fantasy #my ocs #my writing

[beetlebeetleblack]

I almost have no borders I just

Want to break things tear off my clothes

Eat the fucking sun

Make Icarus wish

He had the gall I do

Don’t you have to destroy

In order to create anew? I want to burn

Bridges cathedrals libraries

Preemptively

I have decided that I could die anytime

Soon

I have decided not to care

Let my car get towed and impounded

Run the red lights, tell my ex

I think she is a failure of a person

Cross entire cities off the map

Fly to the fucking moon, 

why not

If life isn’t fair, then make those

Rules byzantine and as oppressive

As a brutalist elementary school building

Satire you can really

Sucker punch even with the weakest wrist

I’m getting into a fistfight with

Reality

Trapped in a corner

And I’m screaming, so shrill

I don't recognize my own voice, tongue

tripping:

I know what you're about

I know what you all are angling for

I will— I will— 

I'll show you all--

I’ll fear-vomit out this agony--

You can’t stop me— make me—

#self destruction #self destructive behavior #breakdown poetry

[amadnessofwords]

I hate being disabled so much I barely get to leave the house because of it and I dont actually have the money to do what I need to do to help myself.

I maybe leave 4 or 5 times a month and that’s just to do the normal things like grocery shopping, maybe there’s a pop up event or book signing I can go to but since the pandemic there hasn’t been as much stuff to do. My mom like to tell me I go out all the time but like 4 or 5 times a month isn’t actually a lot.

I just feel like I’m always in survival mode and I hate it, like most of the time I’m just trying to make the day go by as fast as I can and then tomorrow repeats it’s self and I hate it. It’s always been hell but it’s gotten so much worse.

The only way I keep going is by telling myself I just have to make it to the next outing or event and by talking to my ex but one of those things is gone....

Now I’m just like I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, I really don’t want to be here anymore but trying to kill myself didn’t work out. So I’m just feel stuck all over again...

right now I’m just going to therapy twice a week and I want to join the gym I found that offers both yoga and boxing but I don’t have the money for that, i wish I did i think it’ll help my mental health a lot (the no money thing always seems to be the issure) I also have to pay a copay on my therapy which is what a lot of my money is going to and I wanted to try a road trip to see if getting into nature and seeing new things might help but until then I’m basically broke and just laying around my house waiting for tomorrow.

I also want to take some classes like photography classes or something just to do something but no money, so I can’t even do that.

Being disabled and unable to work sucks.

My new routine right now has been wake up eat breakfast go back to bed wake up again around dinner time eat, walk for a few hours, maybe play with the dogs, maybe do a puzzle or watch a cartoon and go to back to bed.

I asked about volunteering at the library but their volunteer spots are for high school students.

I’m afraid this is just going to be my new normal which is way worse then my old normal.

I’m just tied of trying to get though the day and survive

I want to have fun and be happy again but I don’t see that happening anytime soon

Side note

I keep having dreams with my ex in them and when I wake up I miss him so much, there’s like this ache in my chest that’s painful.

Tomorrow it’s official going to be two months since he stopped talking to me.

I hate all this

[gizreads]

I’m taking inventory of my books today and holy cannoli, I have a lot that I haven’t read. 😬

#giz speaks #books #no trips to the library anytime soon for me #i would also say no trips to the bookstore but I have some manga on order already #plus all of those nice new releases I'm looking forward to this summer... #guess I'll just have to read faster