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kendallroydefender · 10 months

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 1 (Kendall Roy x reader)

I was seven and you were nine looked at you like the stars that shine In the sky, the pretty lights And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter 1: Split in to halves the first part is you and Kendall at sixteen, 10 years after you had met spending a summer together. The second half of this chapter focuses on the time you’re 18 and about to go to college.

This chapter is mainly fluff - some mentions of Logan being abusive but not much else. I really hope you enjoy this series!!

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It all started when your family bought a new summer house in the hamptons. You were 6 years old and were a little sad to leave the old summer house behind. But your parents really wanted a bigger one for the summers so you had to follow. The first day your parents took you to the neighbors. A couple a little older than your parents with 3 children. A boy that was in his teenage years, a toddler and a boy your age.

That was the first time you’ve met Kendall Roy. Nobody would have known that this fateful afternoon would turn into a lifelong friendship. From that day on every summer of you an Kendall was spend together. Playing together when you were children, hanging around the two big houses when you were teenagers. Going to summer parties of other rich families, swimming in pools or the sea or meeting in the little garden shed you had discovered. It was in the back of your garden, the end that was connected with the Roy estate. It was abandoned years ago, when your father had decided to just hire a company to do the gardening instead of having a gardener. The former staff had taken their tools with them so the small house was mostly empty except from some old outdoor garniture, chairs, a sun lounger, a table, stuff like that. Kendall and you had quickly made this into your space. It was somewhere the two of you could go whenever you wanted to escape the other people. One summer when you were about 13 you even got a hammock for this place. Only your parents where aware that you two were hanging out around there since you had to convince them not to tear it down. You also refused to let your mom hire someone to turn this place into a hip little hang out spot. It was your and Kendalls and it was perfect the way it is.

Now at sixteen and the first day of summer you got out of the car into the car and into the house. After rummaging a little in your room, you go down into the room where your mother was.

"Mom is it okay if I’m going over to the Roy’s before dinner?“ you ask and she looks at you with a knowing smirk. "To see your little boyfriend?“ she says back "How often do I have to tell you we’re not a couple.“ you mumble as you walk out of the house. "Dinners at 7 be on time- oh and bring Kendall if you want.“ she yells after you. Your father is the CEO of an airline and your mother is a former model. They had wanted a child for years until your mother got pregnant and you were on the way. Your family is very loving even though your father was quite busy.

With quick steps you walk over to the big white house. Ringing the doorbell you wait until you hear commotion inside.

A woman off the staff opens the door and after you ask if she could get Kendall she walks down the corridor again. A few moments later you see a dark haired boy hurry down the floor. Kendall. He grins at you. "Hey.“ you hug him "Hi Kenny, god I missed you.“

Despite both living in New York you rarely see each other in the city. From that moment on the summer started for you. There is no summer without Kendall. Never in the ten years you two had know each other was there a summer spend without the other. Summer and the dark haired boy were deeply intertwined in your mind. Sure you had seen each other on Christmas dinners at the Roy families city space and there was a New Year’s Eve spend together and once even a easter party, but summers were reserved for only the two of you.

You go to a fair with all the Roy kids one day this summer. Kendall been wary about this plan but you assured him it would be fun. Connor drives all of you in his car. He had come to visit for a few weeks. Since the two of you were sixteen he let you go off on your own on the fair while he stays with Shiv and Roman. You like Connor, he was kind to his siblings and sometimes even acted more like a Dad towards them than Logan does. Hell, you could’ve never imagined Logan Roy taking you to a fair, to the cinema or to the beach. You knew Roman likes to go fly fishing with his eldest brother in the summer. Connor also always asks to include you in his plans. He is like a cousin to you. It ended up being a great day. You and Kendall had gone to some of the rides and had a match in can throwing, where Kendall beat you and gave you the prize he’d won, a stuffed elephant. Connor brought you some food from the stands and drove you all home in the evening.

One day you go over to hang out with Kendall when you find a child sitting on the front steps. Roman. He is avoiding your gaze as you come closer. You can feel something is wrong. You approach the young boy carefully, how you would a deer in the woods. ”Hey Rome.“ You say softly. The boy curls more into himself. You sit down next to him, you don’t want to ask what had happened because you don’t know if you want to know but also because you don’t want this Kid to relive it by telling you. So you sit in silence for a few minutes before you ask ”You wanna play something?“ He is still not looking at you but comes out of his shell a little. He looks at you curiously for a moment, when you meet his eyes he looks away. His head doesn’t turn fast enough for you to not see the red mark on his cheek. Your heart starts to hurts at this. You always had wondered if Logan had used physical violence against his children but you had pushed the thought away, not wanting to believe it. You grew up with so much love that the thought of a parent hitting his child was something you thought of as evil. Roman was always a sweet child to you, yes he could be a little cheeky but what child wasn’t. You had once heard Logan compare him to a ”weak dog.“ and even though he made it sound like a joke you had seen the way Roman had flinched. Since then you had always try to be kind to him.

Kendall hears someone laugh outside of his window. He instantly recognizes that its you who’s giggling. He gets up to look outside to see you run around with his younger brother on the lawn. He’s confused for a moment but you look happy and even weirder his brother is laughing too. It looks like you’re having fun. Kendall isn’t jealous, he finds it actually kind of endearing to see you care for the little ones.

Now two years later, at eighteen, you were back at the Hamptons.

You hold the letter in your hands, growing more nervous with the second.

You and Kendall had made the promise that you would open your college letters together. You had told your parents that and they had found it adorable. Kendall was not blessed with such understanding parents so he hadn’t told Logan about the letter arriving, not wanting to risk his father forcing him to open them in front of him, robbing him of this moment with you. He walks to the garden with the bundle of letters in his hands. He opens the door to the little gardening house behind the bushes and sees you already sitting there on the slightly dusty floor. Bundle of unopened letters in your lap. Your eyes meet his as he enters the place and he feels warmth flood his chest as a big smile is spreading on your face. ”Hey Kenny:“ you grin up at him ”Hi“ he smiles back at you. You haven’t seen each other in months, busy with exams and graduation from high school. You talked on the phone a lot. That’s how you came up with this plan. You would open your college letters together.

”Okay, who goes first?“ He asks after he sits down in front of you. ”Can you?“ You answer him shyly. He nodds taking the first letter. Tearing the paper open glancing over the words. ”Holy shit. Fuck! I got in.“ He lets out ”I got into Havard!“ He tells you before you tackle him in a hug. ”Congrats Kenny! I know you could do it!“ You sit back and take your letter, staring at it for a moment. ”I’m scared. Can you open it?“ you asked him ”I could but it’s your moment you know?“ he answers.

You take a deep breath before opening the envelope and taking another look at him, Kendall nodding, encouraging you to go ahead. As you read he tries to gauge your reaction, he usually can read you like a book but at this moment you pull a really good pokerface. You bite your lip for a second, eyes connecting with his as a huge smile breaks out on your face. You nod and Kendall smiles at you too. ”Congrats!" He tells you sincerely before asking wich college letter you had read but that was unnecessary as you tell him "Guess we’ll be college buddies now.“ with a smirk and his heart jumps "You got into Harvard too? Fuck this is amazing!“. This was the cherry on top, not only did he get into his dream college, wich would please his father, but he was going to be able to spend a lot more time with you. This day couldn’t have been better.

You read your other letters too after that, you got another acceptance message and three rejections. But that doesn’t matter, you got into your dream school and you would be able to spend these years with your best friend.

"You wanna sleep over tonight?“ Kendall asked you passing you the joint you shared. "I’d love to but I don’t want to get you in trouble.“ he smiled "He’s not here tonight, there’s some party.“ you exhaled "Yeah I’d love to, we can catch up.“ you also couldn’t wait to cuddle him again, it had been way too long.

"Honey! You’re back!“ You’re mother says excited as soon as you step into the kitchen "How was it! Tell me everything!“ But before you can answer her she holds up a finger asking you to wait before yelling down the house "Richard! Y/n is back!“ While you waited for your dad , eating strawberries out of a bowl, your mother was asking about how Kendall was doing and how his family was.

Your Dad walked into the kitchen smiling, you smiled back at him. "So I got three rejections.“ You pause for a second, dramatics and all, you knew your Parents were counting how many accepted you. You named the college that accepted you that wasn’t Havard first. Before announcing "But im not going to go there because Havard accepted me too.“ You tell them proudly and your Mom lets out a small scream hugging you tightly. "Congratulations sweetheart! We’re so proud of you“ Your Dad tells you while giving you a hug too. "Thanks Dad.“ You tell him. Harvard had been your first choice after all, even before you knew it was where Kendall wanted to study too. "We need to eat something special tonight!“ Your mom says "What do you want to eat Honey? Maggie can make you anything you like!“ She tells you. After you had wish for your favorite meal your father speaks up "Ask Kendall if he wants to come over too. Its a special day for him too after all.“ He suggest knowing that the Roys wouldnt celebrate his news like you’re family did. For them it was what was expected, of course Kendall had to go to a good school. He had taken extra courses for this exact reason. For your family a good education was important too, but they still wanted to recognize it as a big achievement anyway.

So you go and make a quick call to tell Kendall about these plans wich he accepts, you can hear his smile in his voice as he tells you. It was like it always had been, as soon as you were reunited you were inseparable.

A few mintues before seven pm Kendall arrives at your summer house. He greets your parents politely, still being on his best behavior, they tell him every beginning of summer that he can relax around him. He’s basically part of the family after all these years. Seeing the way he seems more carefree at your place always makes you happy. Even though your father is friends with Logan he doesn’t particularly agree with his parenting style. He has seen glimpses into what is going on in the house next to yours and you ad told him a little. You havent told him any details, not wanting to accidentally get your friend into trouble. But you knew a lot more. Kendall had told you over the years.

"So Kendall, what have you kids planned for this summer?“ your dad asks, a casual tone telling that he was genuinely interested in what you want to do. "Well, uhm I think just the same as every year. I also got this motorcycle- well it’s not a real one. More like a Vespa? And I want to show it to Y/n." Kendall said before your father spoke again Kendall adds "I’ve had a lot of practice and I won’t speed. I will be careful. I promise.“ you giggle a little at his nervousness. "No worries, kid." Your father tells him "We trust you. You take care of our daughter.“ he says before he takes another bite.

You follow Kendall to the front door. "So? Sleepover’s still on?" He asks with a mischievous grin. "Sure, we can braid each others hair and talk about how cute Tim is." You tell him leaning against the doorframe. "Exactly what I had in mind. Keep the window open.“ he quips back.

It’s around eleven when you hear noise coming from outside you window and you smile to yourself, putting the book down you were reading. Kendall heaves himself into your room, wich looks the same as the last time he’s been in here. You pat the bed next to you and lift the covers for your friend to crawl under. "What are you reading?“ he asks and you show him the cover. While he studies the book you ask him if he wants to watch a movie with you he answers with "Sure“. The movie is just background noise as you talk for hours. Your voices slightly hushed so that your parents won’t find out: even if their room is at the end of the floor and you don’t think they would mind too much. You’re not even entirely sure that your mom doesn’t know that you let Ken sleep over or you sneak out from time to time during summer. At home you usually don’t sneak out of the house. Your friends Anna and Meghan are allowed to sleep over and you can go to parties with them - if it’s only parties at the homes of other kids your age. Your parents wouldn’t appreciate you going to clubs. And now that you’re 18 it doesn’t matter anyway.

At some point you fall asleep, your cheek slightly squished against Kendall’s shoulder.

The next weeks are spend just enjoying the summer together. Driving around on the small motorcycle Ken had bought. You were having so much fun

You took a picture with your camera of Kendall on the bike wich would find a place on your wall.

Kendall had to attend some of Logan’s business calls throughout the summer. Logan was convinced he was ready to learn more about the company he would be working for after college.

It felt like the weeks flew by because soon enough your summer was over and you were off to college. Saying goodbye to Kendall is much easier this time. You would are going to see him in just a week anyway - and from there on you would life close to each other. You can’t wait to spend more time with your best friend. Yes you had close friends at school but you always consider Kendall your best friend. He just understands you and you can tell him everything knowing he wouldn’t judge you. Kendall would never tell you, he was an eighteen year old boy after all, but he considered you his best friend too. He likes being able to talk about family issues with someone - his friends at school couldn’t know but with you it was easy. You care.

#kendall roy x reader #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy fic #kendall roy x you #kendall roy fluff

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silverstzrs · 5 months

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"One last dance"

Gojo love story? fluff? idk atp

This will be a short series cus i have many ideas for it 653 words only??? i'll make the 2nd part longer

The first dance: the sky after the rain

"What's a girl like you doing here?" A white haired man wearing sunglasses and button ups paired with black jeans approached you. Well you couldnt blame him he had probably saw you ask the baratender to make your fourth drink this hour

"This is a club," you responded but the swell in your red eyes say theres something more to the story, the white haired man sat beside you,

"Well those eyes say something else princess, whats wrong?"he asked, well thats a lot for a stranger to ask to a stranger and even more he called you a pet name, but you couldn't hold it in anymore you needed someone to talk to and god sent one to you, who are you to decline anyways?

"My ex left me.." trying to hold back the tears that the man who used to love you had caused, because although he cheated on you, you still loved him those 2 years meant a lot to you and he was the only person you had left."he cheated on me.." you sobbed letting out a few tear drops rolling off your cheeks.

The white haired man takes off his sunglasses to show his sky blue eyes, he took a tissue out to wipe the tears off your face.You felt a warmth in your heart again which felt foreign now after your heart froze to the man you once loved.

"Well then, lets get you to forget him alright?" he replied after wiping your tears away throwing the wet tissue onto the table holding your hand.

"Where are we going?" you sniffed following him closely behind he didnt respond but he pulled you to the VIP dance area which is quieter and had lesser people,

"We are here!"he finally answered has he pulled you into a dance position suddenly, your face was slightly blushing at the act. His hands were big yet it was still warm and soft.

"I.. I dont know how to dance.." you admitted but his hands did not let go of yours he just held it tighter,

"Just follow me!" he reasurred you, smiling at you with a big smile on his face, you completely forgot about your ex at that moment.

The music started, it was werid though.. a club playing classical music? You cant help but think someone may of requested it. The pair dances, you following his footsteps and movements, your foot stepping on his occasionally, but he never let go of his grip on your hands.

Little did you know, he was admiring your efforts to dance along side him, he cant help but jusy chuckle at your mistakes some times. You looked beautiful when you werent crying for someone you didnt belong to, your everything felt so beautiful to him.

Middance, you remember you dont know who he actually is, and you dont ethier so you decided to ask middance,

"Sorry, but I dont think I've ever got your name" you say embarassingly, you didnt even know the name of the person who helped you out of your sadness,

"Oh yeah, I dont think we did ethier" he joked a smile appearing on your face "Satoru Gojo of the Gojo clan, and what's yours princess?"

Satoru Gojo? He was like the male verison of Elsa, had superpowers (of sorts), blue eyes, white hair and came from a rich family background."My name is Y/N L/N" you answered before the music stopped.

Satoru let go of your hand to give you a slight bow, "Nice to meet you princess Y/N", you laughed at the act.

A group of girls walked up to you two, "You two are a cute couple!" they complimented, Satoru looked at them with a smile has you explain the two of you werent dating... yet

Two months after this occurence, he proposed, making you his offical girlfriend now, those girls were truly fortune tellers.

This is the end of part one!

I wrote this at 12 am so dont mind the mistakes!

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elementary-my-dear-daddy · 3 months

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Earning Your Keep

Analogical (Virgil & Logan)

This story will be a series for the sugar daddy idea i've had running around in my head for some time now lmao. I really hope you guys like it since I enjoy writing it :)

Read it on AO3!

Virgil likes to take care of those he holds close, and maybe also a stranger that offered him a ride home.

Virgil was never rich. His family was big and his parents couldn’t make very many ends meet for most of his life, leading him to work his way through school. Once he graduated with a bachelors in psychology, he picked up two jobs to start paying off his loans, one in retail which drove his mental health into the ground, and the other as a behavioral health tech at a rehab center, which only had night-shift positions open and kept him up all night. He was paid and treated like shit, and on the cusp of breaking down when he got extremely lucky. For his 27th birthday he got the usual card with a cheesy message from his grandparents, but instead of the typical twenty bucks or a gift card, he found a lottery ticket sitting neatly inside. He didn’t think much of it, handing it over to the convenience store clerk when he was picking up an energy drink before his next shift.

“I don’t think this is worth anything, but if it has anything on it can I just use it to pay for this?” Virgil put his drink on the counter while the clerk scanned the ticket.

“Woah, woah. Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Dude, you just won.”

“Huh?” Virgil knit his brow in confusion. He glanced over at the cashier’s screen, noticing the rather large number it displayed.

“Yeah, you won the jackpot! It’s over like 200 million! Holy shit! Here, sign it and take it to a lawyer!” The person handed him back the slip of paper and a pen. Virgil’s brain had short-circuited, causing him to just follow instructions. He didn’t really understand what was happening, so he just took the ticket back and walked out and back to his car, driving straight home and immediately typing ‘what to do if you win the lottery’ into his computer.

A bunch of results came up saying a bunch of stuff- tax experts, lawyers, and a bunch of steps that caused Virgil to lay down on his bed and rock back and forth for a little while. He didn’t believe this was happening to him. Maybe it wasn’t real? This was just a nightmare right? A really good bad nightmare.

All the things he saw online said not to tell anyone, but he couldn’t just sit there not making a decision. He picked up the phone and dialed the only person he knew who could possibly help him out.

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“You what ?” Janus’ voice hissed through the speakers on Virgil's phone, “Is this some weird joke, because it isn’t landing well.”

“No, no, I promise it's real, I-I checked and the numbers match up and I verified it at the gas station and, and-”

“Virgil, breathe. Calm down. I’m coming over so we can talk. I’ll help you get this figured out, and make sure you aren’t having delusions of grandeur.” Janus sighed, “I’ll be there in 10.”

Janus was over shortly, Virgil working with him to figure out the next course of action. Everything was going so fast. The next day Janus helped him set up meetings and accounts, and get lawyers and a budget going. The week flew by in between the contracts and calls. Even the next few months seemed to go by in a blur of bureaucratic processes.

The first thing he did was set his parents up with a decent place to live and help them with their debts and medical bills. He did the same for himself, getting his student loans paid off finally and allowing himself to move into a spacey yet cozy penthouse. He quit both his jobs, but tried to end on a good note with his boss at the clinic in case he did ever want to go back. He was, probably for the first time in his life, comfortable.

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Time kept passing and Virgil had to now figure out what he wanted to spend his time on. He’d picked up his passion for music again now that he could afford nice equipment, but never had the intent to go anywhere with it. He looked into some online classes he could take, just for fun and to keep his mind stimulated. He even worked with Janus and some of his lawyers to start a charity for helping disabled students with loans that didn’t have the luck that he had. That was as close to a job as he had, once they had an office set up he made a regular schedule to help sort things out with it.

The routine he made helped him adjust to his new life. Getting up, going to the office, processing applications, working on his classes and playing music. He didn’t really spend his money anymore beyond his needs. Nothing fancy brought him much happiness. He didn’t host parties or have many friends that hung out with him before he became well off. He’d tried to go on a few dates, but the people he’d seen either knew him from the news when he originally won or they’d act disinterested until he brought up his money. The one time he actually thought he’d found someone he was interested in, the guy had thrown a fit that he wanted to end their 3rd date early to not have a panic attack.

They went to a planetarium, which for the most part Virgil enjoyed, but the segment about how small of a spec the earth was in the grand scheme of the universe triggered the existentialist anxiety of dying alone and not mattering. He had to run out and go calm down, but that proved difficult with his date shouting.

“Do you know how fucking rude it is to just run out on your date? I had to pay for these tickets, you know, and they aren’t cheap!”

“I-I know, i’m sorry, I can, um, here I’ll pay you back-” Virgil started to reach for his wallet.

“Whatever, it’s fine, let’s just see if they’ll let us back in, cmon.” The guy tugged at Virgil’s arm.

“Um…Actually I was wondering if…s-sorry uh, could- could we just go home?”

“What, are you not having a nice night? You could at least not waste my time, you know.”

“I know, I'm really sorry, we should- maybe, uh… you can go and I’ll just head home and call an uber-”

“Ugh are you serious?” His date frowned, “You know what? Just go, I don’t wanna deal with this anymore. Don’t call me again, we’re done.”

He watched his date head back into the planetarium and sighed, resigning himself to a bench outside to shake off the rejection. He shivered as a spike of anxiety hit him. He had to count his breaths, but it wasn’t working. He was gonna end up alone and live a completely inconsequential life that had no impact whatsoever and-

“Are you alright?”

Virgil looked over at a man a few feet away from him. He stood tall, sporting glasses and a polo with the logo of the planetarium. Virgil didn’t couldn’t quite make out the name on the man’s name tag through his watery eyes. Oh shit, was he crying? No no no this couldn’t happen in public, he was a grown man crying in public-

“Oh, apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought I should intervene.” The man looked at Virgil with concern, “May I sit?”

Virgil nodded, easing slightly as he did. He took a shaky breath and wiped away his tears, “I-I’m so-sor-ry. I could-n’t stay in there. S-sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize, take as much time as you need to gather yourself.” He spoke calmly. His tone comforted Virgil enough to steady his breathing and collect his thoughts.

“I’m…I’m good. Sorry.” Virgil sighed, “Just had a shitty date.”

The man frowned, “I see. Was he your ride home?”

Virgil nodded, “Figured I’d just get a cab or something.”

“Don’t waste your money, my shift just ended. If you’re comfortable with it I’d be happy to offer you a way home.”

“No no I can’t, I mean- It’s fine it’s not like money’s the issue I just don’t wanna leave him here alone.”

“After he just left you?”

Virgil looked towards the doors of the planetarium. He slumped his shoulders in resignation, “I guess you’re right.”

“I don’t mean to intrude on your personal affairs, but he is not worth your time if he does not respect your boundaries, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you in a potentially unsafe environment. I would feel much more assured if I knew you returned home unharmed.”

“Fuck it, ok.” Virgil sighed. He looked over at the man and was able to see him a little more clearly. His name tag attached to a Dr. Who lanyard read Logan in bold font. He looked rather lanky and had bags under his eyes comparable to Virgil’s own.

“Would you like another minute to calm down or would you like to walk with me to my car now? I don’t mind waiting.”

“Uh, no, we can go now. Th-thank you, um, Logan.” Virgil offered a half smile.

“Of course, uh…”

“Virgil.”

“Virgil.” The man- Logan, stood up and motioned for the other to follow him.

Virgil stood and accompanied him to the car. It wasn’t the fanciest thing in the world, far from it. It looked like one of the windows had been punched out and was covered with cardboard and duct tape. It looked like an older car, and when they got in Logan had to start the engine a few times before it actually got running.

“Please excuse the state of my car,” Logan said pulling his seatbelt on, “I’d fix the window on my own if I could but I’ve been too busy to do so. Here, do you mind putting your address in so I can get directions?”

Logan handed Virgil his phone, the other quickly inputting the info and handing it back. Virgil fastened his own seatbelt as they drove out of the parking lot.

“So, you work at the planetarium?”

“My shirt indicates so.”

“Right.” Virgil nodded, “What started that?”

“I needed a part-time job to work during nights while I attended college. I studied astronomy and a professor recommended applying for the position. The job just stuck after I graduated.”

“That sounds pretty cool. You get to go to all those shows, right?”

“No, I get to sit in the ticket booth.”

“Oh.” Virgil looked out the window as they drove, “I didn’t realize.”

“It's alright,” Logan said, shrugging, “I’ve seen them all anyway, when I had more free time.”

“You can’t take a day off?”

Logan’s lips pursed, “Not really. I work two other jobs.”

They both spent the rest of the ride in silence until the car approached the area where Virgil lived.

“You…live over here?” Logan questioned, looking around at the tall, well-kept buildings of the city.

“Um, yeah. I guess.” Virgil sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “I moved here a few months ago. Doesn’t feel like it though.”

Logan hummed in acknowledgement, still looking around at how different this place seemed compared to where he lived. He pulled up to a decorative building with too many stories to count from his view. He parked the car and turned to Virgil.

“Thank you for allowing me to take you home. I’m sorry you had a rough night but hopefully you’ll find someone else that will accommodate your needs appropriately.” Logan offered a smile.

Virgil returned it, before clumsily reaching to take off his seatbelt and pull out his wallet, “Uh, here.”

He offered a wad of cash to Logan, who in return pushed it back, “No, please don’t worry about covering gas. It isn’t far from my-”

“Take it. Get your window fixed too. And if you need anything else just, um, give me a call or something. Thanks again, Logan.” Virgil said, getting out of the car and shutting the door.

Logan watched him greet the doorman (his building had a doorman?) and head to his apartment, before staring down at the cash. It added up to about $350, plus Virgil's business card. He blinked and debated trying to go after him, but decided he wouldn’t be able to find him since he didn’t know which apartment was his. He pulled out his own wallet and stuffed the cash inside. The card Virgil had given him had his name and number, along with the name of a charity Logan heard the name of a few times from the news. This was too much to process, so Logan just put the card in with the cash and drove home. That was a problem for someone much more well rested.

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Virgil flopped down on his bed as soon as he got home. He pulled out his phone and immediately blocked his date’s number, writing him off as just another insensitive asshole trying to take advantage of him. He let his mind relax in the safety of his home and tried to just forget about tonight. Except Logan. He couldn’t get him out of his mind.

Working two jobs had Virgil on the verge of a panic attack almost every night, he couldn’t imagine working three like Logan had. And how long had he been driving that car? Wasn’t it dangerous to drive when your engine doesn’t turn over and you don’t have a window? Those bags under his eyes, was he not sleeping well? Was the money he gave him enough to cover everything?

Virgil exhaled through his nose and flipped onto his back. These were morning problems. Or at least wake up at 3 am and worry about life problems. He glanced at his clock- 10:30. Definitely something to deal with tomorrow.

#jamming out #not safe for sanders #fics #nsfs analogical

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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jay – bad boys

— bad boys main masterlist

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

summary: jay was always the guy living next door to you. with his reputation, you never expected to come across someone like him. until you became friends with his little sister. how will your relationship with jay go?

no.of words: 5.06K words

warnings: neglect, hallucinations, probably a little mention of forced pill taking (it's sleeping pills), bullying not done by jay (do read at own discretion), tons of kissing :D slightly suggestive too

taglist: @nyfwyeonjun @ncityy04 @cutiejseong @minkyeos @madebyreyy (@onyourecha) @yuakagi @hoonstrology @luvrjn @kawaiisharkcopjudge @missmadwoman @aerinaga @jiwlys @wtfhyuck @astrosmistisa

NOTE: I’ll be honest. I don’t really like jay’s episode since you’re kinda hallucinating and you think he did this when in reality he didn’t. it’s confusing really but if you read it and enjoy it, thank you!

Here we are with another edition to the bad boy’s tales. Meet jay, as previously introduced briefly in jungwon’s story, our mr.perfect. A walk in the hallway surely would garner tons of girl’s attention. He was most popular when he dyed his hair blond but of course, the black hair with blond highlights still captured tons of many people’s hearts.

The sad tale of jay begins with his broken family. When jay was younger, he could hear his parents arguing in their bedroom behind the doors. He would frequently run over to his little sister’s room to protect her, distract her from the crashing of flower pots onto the ground. It was terrifying to say the least.

By the age of 13, jay witnesses his dad bringing over two younger girls into his bedroom. At that point, jay knew his parents would get a divorce. He clenched his fist and mumbles under his breath.

“I hate you dad.” he stomps over to his room.

When young jay turned 15, that’s when he started getting into shady business. He and his two close friends started to take up hitman jobs. At first, it was terrifying for jay. Running from the police but he knew, even if he got caught...his dad would pull him out of jail secretly anyways. Pros of having a rich dad i guess. After all, if his kids were to get into trouble, the whole world would know and his business would go to waste. By the age of 18, jay has killed over 20 men or it could be more, jay never counted anyways.

“h-he’s here.” one of the henchmen say. jay scoffs and rolls his eyes before stepping hard on the bullet wound that jake and sunghoon shot. the guy groans in pain and soon enough due to blood loss, he lays limp on the ground. jay’s eyes were soulless, he’s seen too many people fighting to stay alive. Once the guy lays limp on the ground, he turns to his two best friends.

��jesus, one of the worst ways to die.” jake hisses. jay shrugs.

“let’s go, we still have school and it starts in 2 hours.”

“oh come on, two more hours? That’s a long time.” sunghoon says.

“we still have the blood and guns to hide.”

“Right.” sunghoon hands jay’s his car keys.

“we staying at your secret lair?” jake asks.

“yeah sure, i’ll go shower in my room. You two can make it work in the lair’s bathroom.” jay says.

A new year starts, their senior year. Jay shoves his books into his locker. The group gathered around him, chatting about god knows what.

“hey, that girl over there doesn’t seem to care about you jungwon.” jake says. Jungwon shoves his hand into his pocket.

“and why should i care?” jungwon says. jay’s eyes fell onto the younger girl. His little sister, nobody knew he had a little sister. Even his friends. He wanted to keep it a secret because after all, he didn’t want her to get involved in all the mess he’s done.

“Because she’s different.” jay smirks, pretending since no one knew about their sibling relationship. The younger male rolls his eyes.

“And? Just cause she doesn’t want me doesn’t mean she’s any different from other girls.” jungwon says. jay chuckles before lightly slapping jungwon’s shoulder.

“Look at you mr.class president. Can’t believe you’re growing up.” the other two 02z snicker at jay’s words. jungwon shoves jay’s hand off his shoulder.

“I’m going, you three should go touch some grass right now.” the other boys laughed.

“good luck class pres.” heeseung winks. jungwon rolls his eyes before waving his friends off. jay sighs.

“hey what’s up with the sighing?” jake asks.

“nothing just remembered that i have some shitheads to deal with later.” jay says.

“ouch?” sunghoon says. jay looks over to sunghoon unamused.

“I wasn’t talking about you.”

“YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT YOU?? HAHAHA FUCKING IDIOT.” jake laughs out loud at sunghoon. sunghoon glares at the boy

Put that aside, we still haven’t met you just yet. In fact, you were actually just walking into the school compound. A few eyes trailed you like you were a foreign object but that’s how it always has been. Since you were in middle school. Let’s say, a few people may not exactly like you. They were jealous and confused as to how you, a ‘poor’ girl got into one of the most prestigious schools. Though you were very much living in an average home and your parents earned average wages.

They simply didn’t understand that and wanted to make you quit somehow and what better to way then to fuck up your brain and hurt you. It was horrible. you were about to open your locker when you got pushed. You could feel the stinging on your back.

“do you have the lunch money, my dear (name).” your bully, ara, says. You couldn’t say anything, not when you were frozen and scared. Ara was one of your bullies since middle school, she along with her boyfriend, she started dating back 2 years ago, had been tormenting you.

“No words to say? Are you really scared of me? I won’t do anything.” she says. scenes flashing in your head, your body was physically shaking by now. That’s how much she has harmed you. The looming dark figure before you gets pulled away. You were being pulled up and dragged over to somewhere else.

Your saviour brought you over to a secluded and quiet spot so you could take deep breaths, after all you did just have a panic attack.

“hey, listen to the sound of my voice.” his voice was sweet, it laced with honey and it was warm. “You need to take deep breaths.” you tried to do so but every time you tried, you choked up. He pulls you into a hug and rubs your back. He smelled of sweet vanilla candles, surprisingly felt like home.

Once he hears your breathing was steady, he holds you at an arm’s length. Your eyes met, it was…

“Are you feeling better?” jay asks. You nod a little.

“thanks for helping me. I must’ve looked pitiful huh.” you say. jay shakes his head.

“Not at all. We should get to class.”

jay, your classmate, your neighbour and the school’s mr.perfect. Friends with jake and sunghoon, part of the bermuda triangle of enhypen. As expected, he was handsome. Tons of girls are after him and his friends. You obviously thought they were good looking but you knew you had no chance even if you tried. After all, who’d want to date someone who looks pitiful.

The next day, you and jay went back to practically strangers. It was like yesterday never happened. Anyways, school was as per usual. homework and the teachers just assigning things. You were on the way home when your parents called you.

“hello?”

“(name) honey, could you stay over at the Park’s house?”

“umm mom, i don’t feel com-” the call cuts off, “fortable.” you sighed before walking over to the house next door. You quickly ring the doorbell and guess what? Jay was the one who opened it. He would’ve said something but his little sister comes forward.

“(name)! Oh my god, it’s you!” his little sister, mia, screams. (if you haven’t already read jungwon’s chapter, i suggest you do *wink*)

“mia, how are you.” you smiled at her. Jay eyes his sister down.

“What? Am i suddenly not allowed to have social interaction?” she asked jay in a cold tone. He shakes his head.

“You are allowed to have friends mia, it’s just that i don’t want you to hurt yourself and find bad friends. (name) is nice so i allow you to be friends with her, just be careful and don’t easily trust people.” jay says.

“Oh look at you acting like a real older brother.” she rolls her eyes before turning to you. “Let’s go (name).”

“Mia-” jay sighs. “I’m having a party later on, please stay in your room.”

“okay.” and so you went with jay’s little sister up to her room.

“Still hasn’t changed one bit.” you sighed as you jumped and laid on her bed. She chuckles.

“It’s been a week since you’ve come over.”

“Too long to be away from my favourite child.” you say before patting her head.

“I’m literally 2 years younger than you.” she pouts.

“How adorable, bet some cute boys will go after you.” you smiled. She rolls her eyes.

“yeah sure, like that will actually happen.”

“Trust me.” you say.

“What about you huh? Any guys caught your attention?” mia nudges your shoulder.

“What kind of guy would like me?”

“Hmm…maybe jay?” she smirks.

“Oh fuck off, noooo i would rather die then have him be my boyfriend.”

“You don’t find my brother attractive?”

“He is attractive-”

“HAH SO YOU DO LIKE HIM!!” you smacked mia a couple of times.

“I SAID NO.” she laughs at you while you chase after her around her bedroom.

About 1-2 hours later, you could hear the sounds of songs blasting downstairs, bass boosted up and the ground shaking to the beat. Mia ordered pizza about 30 minutes ago so it should be arriving any second now. You hear a knock at the door and mia pauses the kdrama to open up the door.

“Who’s that?”

“Probably jay. Why, wanna open the door so you two could possibly have a moment?” she smirks.

“Mia, i won’t hesitate to disown you by the way.” she sticks out her tongue to tease you and then opens the door. You easily tell whoever was outside that door was not jay. The door opens slightly and you realise it was ni-ki, a fellow friend of your sister.

“Here you go-” jay pauses.

“Jay hyung, why is she here?”

“I’ll tell you later.” he hands mia the pizza and his eyes fall onto you. You blush before looking away but you swear you saw him smirk a little before he turns his attention to the two younger ones. Once jay and ni-ki leaves, mia shuts the door shut and locks the door.

“That tall guy, he’s pretty cute.” you say. Mia shrugs.

“I heard he is 16.”

“Umm…alright, i take that back.” you quickly say. She giggles.

“Just eat the damn pizza.”

It was about 1am, the music was cut off quickly since you heard Mr.Park was coming back at 2am. Which technically was also your queue to leave since Mr.Park did scare you. He looked sweet and nice but you know, he isn’t all flowers and daisies.

You and mia made it downstairs. As you made your way down, your eyes met with jay’s. You quickly looked away, never once in your times of coming over has jay looked at you like that. Was that worry? You had no idea, all you knew was that it gave you chills. Jay’s gaze was just chilling.

“Thanks for coming over! Hope you had a great time (name).” mia smiles.

“Of course but the snacks…they seem to be running out.” you teased. Mia sighs.

“well if you informed me you were coming over, i could’ve prepared.” mia whines. you laughed before hugging her.

“Sorry, i was just joking. I’ll tell you whenever can before coming over. It’s just you know my parents, unpredictable timings as per usual.”

“what do they even do as a living?”

“I don’t know. All i know is they come home as late as your dad sometimes. Imagine they were criminals.” you laughed.

“I honestly won’t be surprised if they are. I mean, you know what happened to my parents and how my dad suddenly became one of the most famous CEOs. Dirty work is everywhere and cheap.” mia says.

“I should get going. It’s late, see you.” you waved to mia. She waves back. Suddenly, jay pops beside mia.

“It’s late, i can walk you home.” he suggests.

“nono, it’s okay. My house is literally right next to yours.” you say. Mia eyes jay down.

“Why are you getting all worried about (name)? I’ve never seen you so actively wanting to strike a convo with (name).”

“i’m being a gentleman.”

“Do i laugh or?” mia says. jay sighs.

“Forget it.” he walks back into the house.

“goodnight (name).”

“night.” you quickly made your way home. The short walk home was peaceful, quiet and it felt nice but you felt like you were being followed so you quickly ran into your home and locked the front door. Both of your parents turned to look at you.

“what’s wrong sweetie?” your mom asks.

“I felt like i was being followed from the park mansion.” you witness your parent’s faces drop like something bad just happened. “Something wrong?” you asked.

“no, everything is fine honey. Why don’t you go get some sleep. you have school tomorrow after all.” your mom says. You turn to look at your dad and nods in agreement.

“alright. Goodnight mom, dad.”

“night darling.” your dad says. you walked over to your room. your phone rings and you noticed it’s from an unknown number so you don’t answer. Then a text message pops up.

- unknown: it’s me jay.

- you: jay? how did you get my number?

- jay: from mia

- you: okay, umm what do you need.

- jay: from now on, stick with me

- you: huh?

Jay doesn’t answer anymore and leaves you on read. You placed your phone on your nightstand and just tried to fall asleep and you did in a matter of seconds.

The next morning was normal, well it felt like it. You went to school as per usual but when you noticed your bully, you noticed she cowered in fear. Weird, you thought. You felt an arm snake around your waist.

“Act like my girlfriend for a bit.” he whispers. You turned to jay.

“What? Why?”

“your bully and actually anyone who tries anything on you will not touch you if they know we’re dating.”

“Look, jay-” he leans close. You backed up against the locker, jay smirks and places his hands on the locker beside you.

“You look intimidated, scared i’ll bite?” he says. you couldn’t say anything. Not when this reminded you of what your bullies used to do to you before they beat you up. You start to feel breathless.

“jay, p-please step back.” you voiced out, trying to breathe properly and your voice visibly shaky.

“shit.” he grabs your hand and brings you over to the staircase, the one where he previously helped you. He settles you down on the steps and holds your hand, rubbing it softly.

“hey, i’m sorry. Concentrate on me okay? The sound of my voice and breathe in and out slowly.” jay says. You do as he says but it doesn’t work, tears pricking your eyes. You felt like you were being swallowed up, you couldn’t breathe. jay notices that and so he does one thing he could only think of.

he kissed you. Your eyes shut, you tried following jay’s pattern of kissing just to stop the panic attack. It works. you quickly pulled away after realising what you were doing and just fled the scene. You couldn’t face jay after you did that.

As for jay, he was left there stunned. Never once has he felt this. He’s kissed tons of girls before but something about kissing you was…heaven. He felt his cheeks redden at the thought of kissing you again. He clears his throat before fanning himself.

“park jongseong, you are down bad for her.” he mutters. Yes, you read it right. Jay, was in fact very much in love with you. Sure, he acts cold and you two never officially interacted until this year but jay has always watched you from far.

He doesn’t know you’ve been bullied though, your bully only strikes when no one important was around since they had to uphold a reputation and respect. Guess jay just caught them on time since he saw what happened a few days back. He walks over to his locker and there he witnesses his sister and jungwon holding hands.

“yang jungwon, why are you holding my sister’s hand?” jay shows a fake smile.

“she’s my girlfriend, hyung.” jungwon says. jake chokes on his drink, sunghoon hands jake a towel whilst making a disgusted face.

“It’s been one day jungwon.” heeseung says.

“yeah, plus she’s jay’s sister. Are you sure you’re in the right mind right now?” jake says.

“hyung, you trust me right?” jungwon says. jay clenches his jaw before calming down and sighing.

“yeah, just don’t hurt her.” jay says.

As for you, you still couldn’t get the image of jay kissing you out of your head. You were going insane. His lips felt soft, somehow perfectly moulded with yours.

“Miss (name), could you share with us on how to do this math equation.” the teacher says. You nod and stood up to solve the equation. You easily answered it cause well…you were the top in the class for a reason.

“Thank you (name). This is why you’re our best student in the class but do remember, just cause you’re the top student doesn’t mean you can be distracted.” the teacher warns.

“yes ma’am.” you settled back to your seat and sighed. The bell rings about an hour later, lunchtime. You’d usually settle on having lunch somewhere secluded since you were practically an outcast but then you noticed jay waiting outside of your class.

“let’s go.” he says. your eyes widened.

“uhhh what do you mean?”

“i told you to stick by me so let’s have lunch together.”

“but-” he holds your hand and drags you over to the canteen. His friends noticed you.

“jay dude, who is this fine girl.” jake says. you did in fact know all of his friends since they were the popular bad boys after all. jay rolls his eyes.

“assuming this is your new target. you gonna rip out her heart?” sunghoon jokes. your eyes widened.

“(name) no, i’m not some monster.” jay says.

“who knows, maybe in bed he is.” jake snorts. jay glares at jake. you blush.

“ay ay, look at her blushing. jay, are you sure you and her aren’t dating.”

“we’re just,” he looks over at you, “friends.” he mutters. you could hear your heart break, like glass shattering into pieces.

“she doesn’t look too happy.” sunoo notes. you turned to his friends and all of them were looking at you.

“ah, no. i agree with jay, we’re just friends.” you gave them the best fake smile you could muster. They seemed to believe it and just went back to eating. jay slides a sandwich for you.

“Take it.” he mutters. Somehow it sounded like more of an instruction rather than an offer and besides, jay’s commanding tone scares you so you took it.

“you know jay, i’m pretty sure you scare her.” sunghoon says.

“And how?”

“she’s shaking.” jake points out. Jay’s eyes widened, he holds your hand.

“are you okay?”

“h-huh? yeah i am.” you slipped out your hand from jay’s. “i’m going to the bathroom, excuse me for a bit.” you quickly ran. Once you made it into the bathroom, your heart races.

Jay was doing a bunch to you and you knew you shouldn’t mess with him. You were not dumb to know jay is linked to a few crimes and shady businesses. The most famous case that you assumed he had done was killing one of the famous mafia bosses and beating his men and him. Sure it was a heroic act but it was still a dangerous thing. Maybe if you got on jay’s bad side he might-

Someone knocks on the door. You were in a handicapped stall so you only assumed it was either a student or an elderly cleaner. You opened the door and lord and behold jay was standing in front of you.

“Jay-” he swoops you into a kiss. You felt butterflies playing all over your tummy. You backed up into the handicapped stall and the door shuts. Your back against the door as jay hastily kisses you.

tap tap tap

“miss (name), please come up to the board and solve this question.” wait was that all a dream? “Miss (name)?” the teacher calls you again.

“sorry.” you stood up and went to solve the question. you were going insane, what actually happened this morning?

You found mia talking to her friend.

“Mia, i think i need help.” you say.

“what’s wrong?”

“Do you remember what happened this morning?”

“we went to school. My brother was being the usual shithead he is and then he asked you to meet him somewhere. You rejected him though.”

“nothing else?”

“Yeah.”

“jay didn’t wrap his arms around my waist and tell him to be my girlfriend?” mia looks at you weirdly.

“why would my brother do that? you know you and him never get along.” mia says. Your heart shatters. Everything was a dream?

“I see, well i better get home.” you say. Mia nods and waves at you. You need to get some sleep or at least think this through.

As you walked home, you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

“Hey.” jay says. You felt your heart race.

“jay, what the fuck are you doing?”

“listen baby, you need to follow me. some guys seem to think we are dating and are willing to get their hands on you just to threaten me so stay close.” his eyes were cold, unlike the jay you had previously ‘imagined’

Maybe it really was a fake reality. You were just living in it because you hoped to actually be close to him. So was jay still very much down bad for you? Yes, he was. Except in the actual reality he knew how to conceal it better. Jay was very much still a ‘criminal’.

You felt your heart break. This was the reality.

“alright, just please don’t talk to me for a few days. I need to sort out my life.” you say as you walked away from jay. he runs up to you confused as to why you said that.

“what do you mean?”

“the life i thought was my reality was all fake and you were part of it so please just leave me alone for now.” you say, already feeling tears pricking your eyes. Before jay could even mutter a word out, you left him.

You looked around, your parents weren’t home. This was the reality, your parents never cared for you and always took overtime. You were considered a burden. You imagined them actually caring about you. You were hallucinating everything. You let the tears fall. You were on the verge of insanity and this was the first stage or as you call it. You grabbed your phone and dialled your sister.

“hey big sis, what’s wrong?” sana, your little sister, says.

“can i come over to grandma’s house?”

“oh big sis, are okay?”

“no. i think i’m going insane.”

“come over.” you say. you ended the call and grabbed your things. You turned back to the house and just left. your little sister was staying with your grandparents since your parents couldn’t take care of her. She’s been living here since birth but still goes to your school.

You made it to your grandparents house. Your little sister lets you in. she hugs you.

“did mom and dad do something?” you slammed the pills on the desk. Your little sister’s eyes widened.

“insomnia pills?” you nod.

“They forced me to take this after i talked about not being able to sleep.”

“why can’t you sleep?”

“The pressure, they want me to be the best when clearly i already try my best. I’ve topped the class but they want me to top the school? I can’t do that sana, i’m not as smart as others.”

“Unnie…” sana holds you close. Your phone rings, sana goes to pick it up after seeing that it was your mom.

“hello mom? Oh she’s with me at grandma’s house. she just wants to visit me, it’s almost dark out, let her stay with me. Fine.” she ends the call.

“mom wants you home.”

“but i don’t want to.” your little sister holds your face gently.

“hey unnie, you’ll be fine. Just leave the pills here. Go home, if you can’t sleep, call me or facetime me. Keep talking to me.”

“You have to get to bed.”

“I’ll talk to grandma about this. You don’t have to worry.” sana says. You smiled a little at her and wipes the tears that were still falling.

“Can’t believe i’m the older sister.” sana chuckles at your words.

“you’ve comforted me with riki, now it’s my turn.” you hugged her once more.

The walk home was dreadful. You hated this. You made it to your front door, you were hesitant to go in. one step in and suddenly a hand reached out for you. His eyes were practically glowing red with anger.

“Follow me.” jay says. He drags you over to his house, ignoring his little sister’s questioning. You made it over to his room. He clicks on a few buttons and the bookshelf reveals an opened passageway.

Jay settles you down on the couch that was in the room. It was a pretty big room, one bed, a couch, tv with consoles and a bathroom. A man cave as you’d describe it.

“Why are you bringing me here? My mom requested for me to be back home.” you stood up to face jay. “Don’t you know this is kidnapping.” he turns to you and comes closer, you fell back on the couch.

“Don’t go home.” he says.

“Why?” jay sighs.

“(name), i know what happened.”

“how do you know? we aren’t even close.” one click of a remote reveals the computer and many other tech stuff.

“I know you’re not dumb. You know i do shady work so you know i’m capable of finding anything out.” this tension, it felt weird.

“(name), please stop.”

“why do you even care about me. you know my life is horrible. I don’t understand why, do you always help me out. You’re not the jay i know in my dreams.”

“(name), we can get through this together.” you scoffed at his words.

“you can’t help me. I’d rather be erased from this planet.”

“don’t say that.” jay clenches his jaw.

“why? it’s true, i would rather be gone because nobody cares about me.” jay pulls up and closer by your waist.

“I care about you (name).” was all he says before he pulls you into a romantic kiss. His phone rings. He ignores it and when it rings for the 3rd time, jay pulls back groaning. “sorry babe, duty calls.” you blushed.

“you can stay at my house for a bit. I’m moving out with my sister soon. My dad is planning something on her, i just know it.” he sends you a wink before answering the call.

He didn’t leave the room so you could hear him talking but you didn’t care about what he was talking about, you were staring at him. jay notices you staring at him and so he goes over to peck your forehead.

“no i’m not fucking someone. that kiss sound was just me kissing my girlfriend. yes, i have a girlfriend jAEyUn.” jay rolls his eyes. “yeah, sure i’ll be there and stop making kissing sounds fucker.” jay ends the call and turns to you.

“I have to go, the boys are calling me over. stay here okay? Don’t answer any calls from your parents. your sister is fine, just not your parents. We wouldn’t want them to find you.”

“jay?”

“yes?” you grabbed his arm and pecked his lips.

“stay safe.” he smiles. “hey, why are you smiling. aren’t you the heartless killer? you’ve killed a bunch of people with a cold gaze.” you say.

“well, when your girlfriend is being so adorable…” you pushed him slightly.

“just go jay.” you say flustered.

“See you later.”

He didn’t come home that night and you wondered why but you understood, he was probably doing some late night things. The next morning, you were woken up with a kiss. You whined.

“jay, go away.”

“my beautiful girlfriend. we need to get out of here. I got us tickets.”

“Tickets to?” you rubbed your eyes.

“australia.” that’s when you really woke up.

“a-australia??”

“we need to run, jungwon and my sister are staying at his grandparent’s house right now. The other boys are waiting in the jet.”

“but my clothes and things.”

“Already raided your room, babygirl.” jay smirks.

“Did you see something you weren’t supposed to see.”

“maybe just your panti-” you glared at him, “okay, i was kidding.”

“Pervert.”

“I was joking babe.”

“help me up.”

“Who knew you’d be such a baby.” jay says.

“who knew you’d be such a simp for me.”

“I’m not a simp.”

“are you sure jongseong.”

“how did you find out my korean name?”

“you point over to papers on the desk.”

“you do realise there are papers over there that have your name written on there.”

“so you were snooping around?” jay raises his brow.

“no.”

“Oh now you’re lying. Why don’t i punish you.” jay starts tickling you. You giggled.

“jay! stop!!” you tried to say in between laughs and screams.

Jay’s phone rings and so he stops to pick it up.

“hey.” places it on speaker mode.

“get your ass here.” sunghoon says.

“coming over. I was just informing (name).”

“informing or fucking.” jake asks.

“shut the fuck up.” the boys were laughing. “But maybe since she was being a brat…” jay stares at you. your eyes widened.

“YO DON’T DO IT WHILE WE’RE ON CALL WTF. WE WERE KIDDING.” jake yells. jay leans forward.

“jay.” you warn him. He smirks and only leans forward.

“YAH END THE CALL BEFORE YOU TWO DO IT. WE DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING.” heeseung yells. Jay ends the call. He pecks your lips.

“let’s get you into the shower.”

“You won’t do anything right?”

“Well…”

“jongseong.” you sternly told him.

“I'm joking.” you roll your eyes.

jay park, a cold hearted criminal but a fool for you.

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Dreaming in Blackness: Morpheus x Black Fem! Reader Part 2/2

Summary: Decades after her great grandmother frees the King of Dreams, Morpheus encounters her descendant, a woman who cannot dream.

link to part one.

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of trauma and past violence against reader, Dream being thirsty and watching you while you sleep.

Word Count:3,185

Minors, DNI.

Finally, part 2 in full! I hope it doesn’t suck. thank you for reading!

2022.

“Found it!” You exclaimed, wildly waving a dirt covered ring box in the air, possibly scaring all the customers in your quiet little flower shop.

“Oh thank god, you’re a lifesaver.” The box’s owner and your friend said, hurrying forward in relief to retrieve the box you placed on the counter.

“Maybe you should hide the ring in a glass of champagne instead of a potted plant this time. Almost couldn’t finish this in time, what do you think?” You said, presenting him with a bouquet of roses and chrysanthemums.

The flowers of love and joy.

“I think your great grandma did the right thing by leaving you this place, they’re beautiful. She’s going to love them.”

“Good because you’re five minutes late picking her up.”

“ Shit! Ok, I’m gone, wish me luck!” He said, quickly paying and sprinting out of the store.

Your last customers brought the evening to a close and as you locked up, a feeling of calm took hold of you.

You were your great grandmother’s dreams made flesh.

You knew the story of her coming from England to America to study botany, having your grandma, and owning her own store, a store that had recently become yours.

She had so many stories but the one that stuck out in her head was the one about the man of dreams, the king in the cage she called him.

“I suppose he will owe you now. Free him of his debt, won’t you? Promise me, darling.” Your great grandmother asked the night she died.

Though the request was otherworldly, you promised the last of your family. In her final moments, her hand stretched out, not for you but for someone you could not see.

You were all alone in the world though anchored to it by friends, flowers, and a promise to free a bedtime story should he find you.

You did not expect the bedtime story to be a last minute customer that night.

It was the lily that brought Dream of The Endless to a closed flower store in the waking world.

His savior had taken a walk with his sister but that would not end his debt, a debt he should have paid but pushed to the side in favor of rebuilding his kingdom and returning all that was taken from him.

So with a flower petal between his fingers and a whisper, he sought out the family of his heroine.

“I’m so sorry, we’re closed. Come back first thing and I’ll make you whatever you like, I promise!” You called out from the storage room.

“I am not here for flowers.”

The richness of the voice made you put down your cleaning supplies immediately, walking out to the store floor.

This was your bedtime story, you don’t know how you knew it, but you just did.

“I free you of your debt.” You managed to choke out to the man in the black coat.

He said nothing, he just looked at you.

Your lips were moving but he was not listening.

You had made a fool of Dream with your beauty.

From the crown of your head to the sole of your feet, you were the verse that poets dreamed of, the pulse of saints, not Helen but Troy herself.

He had gazed upon you for a mere two minutes but he was certain of one thing.

If Morpheus could dream, he would dream of you.

“ Are you alright?” You asked the man of dreams, not quite sure if asking a being if they were okay was allowed.

What was proper etiquette for meeting a bedtime story?

Were you supposed to bow?

If you got down on one knee right now, you were not getting back up.

“ You would free me of a debt I owe you without asking for anything in return?” He finally spoke, taking a small step forward.

“It was my great-grandmother’s dying wish. You’re late by the way, her homegoing was six months ago.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, dark eyes not meeting your own momentarily.

“I didn’t know gods could be sorry.”

“I’m not a god.” He said, as if that was a sentence one heard everyday.

“Then what exactly are you? My great grandmother’s story was a great bedtime story but I’d like to hear it from you if it’s not too painful, please.” You said and pulled out two chairs from behind the counter, patting one for the Not God to sit down in.

You couldn’t help but enjoy the rather comedic scene of the striking man sinking into a plastic folding chair across from you like you were two friends meeting for coffee.

“ I am The King of Dreams, The Sandman, One of The Endless, but you can call me Morpheus. Why would you care about my pain? My pain is irrelevant to the debt I wish you to collect.” Morpheus asked, confused.

This was not going the way he planned, the dream lord believed he would simply grant a human a trivial wish within his power and return to his kingdom in ten minutes. Yet the more you spoke, the more Morpheus yearned.

Each minute word and phrase that fell from your lips was like a drop of rain and the king of dreams knew he would leave your presence this evening absolutely soaked.

“Your pain may be irrelevant to me but it is not invalid to you. My great grandmother didn’t set you free because you were having too much fun and if telling me what happened could revive that pain, then you don’t need to tell me anything. As I stated earlier, you are free from this debt, you can walk away right now, I won’t mind.” You said, stifling a yawn.

“You are tired, I will return tomorrow. May I return tomorrow?” Morpheus asked, standing abruptly.

“But why? I freed you, shouldn’t you erase my memory or something?”

“Your family line has made a habit of freeing me apparently but nonetheless this debt will not go unpaid. I’ll come back tomorrow and we will discuss how best to settle it.” Morpheus said, racing out the front door in not the same unaffected manner he had strolled through.

Or perhaps he would return to you sooner, in your dreams.

What did beautiful people dream of?

What a question.

Did Aphrodite dream of foam? Did Narcissus dream of mirrors?

The Dream Lord could not restrain himself, he walked the length of The Dreaming in search of you, yet you were nowhere to be found.

This was not right.

Had you taken his sister’s hand that same night?

Only one would know.

“I need to look at her book, please.” Dream implored of Lucienne who took the book of your life down from a shelf and handed it to him but not before giving him a look he knew all too well.

“The debt is still unpaid I surmise?” The librarian inquired.

“We could not agree on terms, I wished to seek her out in The Dreaming but she is not here.” Dream replied, thumbing through your book but stopping when he saw the pages after a certain year were blank.

“Why are her dreams not here? She has not died yet her book is unfinished.” He wondered.

“That’s impossible, or at the very least it should be. Even if she were awake right now, those pages would and should be filled.” Lucienne said, taking the book from him to look over herself.

For a not god who was unbound by the laws of time, he traveled fast by sand to your bedroom door in mere seconds, thankful that it was closed to avoid any sort of awkwardness. No light shined from beneath the door nor sound emerged so with slow movements, Morpheus opened the door.

And what a sight beheld him.

You were drooling, bonnet half on with braids half in, limbs sprawled on the bed, blanket too far from reach to shield you from the coming chill in the air.

Yet in the eyes of a bedtime story, you were the holy word of the human God.

With a gentleness he thought had long vanished from him, Morpheus placed the fallen blanket back over you, your body sinking into the newly found warmth.

Before the king of dreams could bask in the melody of your breathing, he sprinkled his sand over you, focused on a simple dream for you both to appear into. Instead, you remained as you were while he sojourned into your dreaming mind.

Except there was nothing there, an empty, endless blackness of which no dream nor nightmare would arise.

Morpheus understood then why your book was blank.

The human could not dream.

You were now a challenge for the dream lord, an equation to be solved.

You were dreamsick and Dream of The Endless would heal you.

This was how he would pay his debt.

As expected, he’s there on time when you close up the next evening, face and stature somewhat softer than yesterday’s formal arrival.

“You came back.” You stated, leaning on the broom.

“I did. You still wish to free me of this debt without consequence?” Morpheus asked, studying your face for any sign of doubt.

“I do. You don’t owe me anything, what happened to you wasn’t okay. Plus, I know how the stories go, whatever I could possibly ask of you I’m going to somehow end up owing my first born child to a talking tree.”

He nearly smiled at your joke which you took as a personal victory and moved closer to you.

“You told me last night that I was free to tell you my story but I didn’t have to if it caused me pain.” Morpheus said.

“I did.”

“But what if I asked you to tell me a story? One that would help to pay my debt to you, could you do that for me?” He asked, almost desperate in his tone.

“I don’t understand.” You said.

This time, the dream lord was the one to pull out the chairs for you both and you sat down, confusion gracing your features.

“Before your great grandmother saved me and after, I ruled over my own kingdom known as The Dreaming, the place where all mortals go when they sleep. Dreams and nightmares are my domain, they are how I serve humanity. I have every book of every mortals’ life and dreams but it is your book that concerns me.”

That was a lot to take in.

“My book? What do you mean?”

“ The pages of your book of dreams are completely blank after a certain date, the 31st of December in the year 2012 to be exact. You have not dreamed in ten years, you have not entered my realm in ten years and I offer you what you offered me: a chance to tell me why if it does not cause you pain in any way.”

“Oh.”

Your shoulders fell. Some part of you had hoped last night was your first dream in ten years but you knew in the back of your mind this would come up again, just not in the way you thought it would, not in the slightest.

You stood up and grabbed your filled watering can.

“Walk with me.”

“New Year’s Eve in 2012 I was walking home from a party and I got mugged. They took all my stuff and I was so scared that I slipped on some ice trying to get away and hit my head. After that, I couldn’t dream anymore, I always thought it would come back with time and therapy, sooner rather than later but a decade of my life has gone by and nothing.” You explained, tipping the can over your night blooming plants, facing away from Dream who listened intently but even you could feel the undercurrent of rage in his silence.

“I’m sorry.” He said, solemnly. He would find them in their dreams when the time was right and when he was finished-

“Whatever you're planning in your head, don’t.” You said over your shoulder.

“They hurt you and took away your dreaming, that cannot stand.”

“What would your vengeance bring me, how would their pain make me whole? I’m already whole, no one can take that away from me. I’ve stood where you’ve stood, planned what you’ve planned, sometimes twice before breakfast but I found a way to exist beyond my rage and it’s trial and error every day. ” You said, putting the can down to face the lord of dreams.

His hand was cold on your cheek, slender fingers brushing away tears you didn’t know you had shed. You couldn’t help yourself but lean into his palm, as if to dwell in the comfort of a not god were as natural to you as breathing.

“What about hope? Where is your hope if not in your dreams?” Morpheus asked, hand back at his side, stepping away as the spell between you two broke and you resumed your walk.

You stopped walking for a moment, deep in thought before an easy smile graced your features.

“Perhaps it is in my flowers, the people I love. If hope cannot bloom in the dreaming for me, then maybe you can pluck it from my heart and we'll go from there.” You said easily.

He would pluck a thread from the loom of fate if it meant he could see you dream again. Morpheus had seen more of humanity in his cosmic presence than you would in your life but never had he come across a human worthy of genuflection until you stood before him.

There was no time to waste.

“If there was a way for me to make you dream again, would you allow that? Could you trust me to serve you as I have done for the whole of humanity?”

“But why? I freed you from this debt, you don’t have to do this, meeting a bedtime story was enough for me.”

The spell returned when Morpheus held out both of his hands to you and you took them without hesitation.

“Because it was not right.”

If you could not go to the dreaming on your own, then the dream lord would bring you to the dreaming.

He told you to trust him and to leave your bedroom door unlocked.

It was strange, to trust a not god but when Dream found his way to your bedroom door once more, he found it open and you deep in sleep, having dozed off trying to decide if you should wear something cute to bed.

It did not matter in the slightest what you wore, Morpheus lingered over your form with a greedy yearning regardless. With the utmost care, he was tender in each and every motions to lift you from the bed and into his arms.

As his sand fell around you both, the room changed until he was at the gates of his realm.

“Are you sure this is wise, my lord?” Lucienne said, appearing at his side quietly.

“It may not be wise Lucienne, but it is right. What good is the dreaming if one cannot dream? What good am I if I cannot provide her with the one thing that tethers us to the universe we are cut from?”

“Now you start to listen to me.” Lucienne said, with all knowing glance, watching you continue on.

Once he passed through the gates, he felt it.

Something cracked in the darkness that held you from dreaming.

It was starting.

And so Dream held you in Fiddler’s Green, laying you to rest beneath his trees. The flowers were the one to rouse you finally, heavy petals beneath your head to cradle it as you awoke to a sight you had no words to describe.

“Is this real?”

“Do you feel the earth beneath your feet?”

“Yes.”

“And do you feel safe?

“I do.”

“Then it is real.” Dream said, unprepared for you to launch yourself into his arms, sending the pair of you tumbling in the green grass.

An action that resulted in a sound that neither of you thought.

“Did you just…. laugh?” You asked in wonder as yet another miracle of miracles occurred right in front of you.

The Sandman was smiling.

It was in this moment, a twofold joy, that a second crack in the darkness occurred.

“I think it’s working.” Morpheus said.

“How do you know?”

“I can feel it, it’s like a shadow lifting from you. I can see your dreaming little by little and it is..” He trailed off.

“It’s what?” You asked.

“Beautiful.”

You shouldn’t.

You were a florist, he was the ruler of dreams and nightmares.

But no force in this realm or the next could stop your lips from meeting his nor his hands from cradling your face to return the kiss.

A passage to another world, a rest and a laugh beneath kind trees, and a kiss brought forth the last crack and this time you felt the shadow, that empty blackness leave you.

“I think it worked.”

“There is one way to find out.” Dream said and you found yourself back in his arms again. You were back in your bedroom before you could blink, the not god depositing you softly on your bed.

“Are you ready to dream again?” He asked, hand in yours.

“I am.”

On a gentle wind, his sand met your face, and you fell asleep once more.

Morpheus entered your dreaming mind yet again but found no endless blackness but a garden, lush and bright, and you at the center of it all, flowers tucked into your braids.

Irises, the flower of hope.

You took him by the hand, leading him to a small bench.

“This is my mother’s garden, it was lost after she died so all I had of it only existed in my dreams. You did this, you brought my dreams back and I don’t have the slightest idea how to thank you.” You said, your head on his shoulder.

“ You don’t need to thank me but there is something you can do for me.”

“Anything.”

Morpheus reached into his pocket, pulled out a flower, and closed your hand over it.

The lily, the very same lily that spawned a debt across time and brought him to you.

“ You spoke of a place in your heart that holds your hope. Do you think you could find room for me in that very same spot?”

You answered him with a kiss upon his lips and a rose tucked into his pocket.

“I think I could manage that.”

From that night on, you watered that now immortal lily.

From that night on you, you waited in your garden of dreams for Dream of the Endless, the man, the not god, and the bedtime story you loved to sit upon your bench, his hand in yours.

No longer dreaming in blackness, but dreaming in bloom.

The End.

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The Grimm Variations, Episode 3

A new Netflix Anime has caught my eye. It's Called the Grimm Variations; which feature retellings of Original Brothers Grimm fairytales. But rather be a beat for beat, they are more reimagined. A "What If" kind of thing. I figured I'd share the original Fairytales these stories are based on for those interested.

The third episode is where things really got interesting for me. If you have no seen the show yet, the retell the Story of Cinderella. One of the most well known Fairytales to ever exist. However, they come at it from a different way that I quite liked. What if Cinderella was a massive manipulator, and made everyone around her think her step family was terrible? I think that's a fantastic spin on the story for modern times, as Narcissism and Manipulation is being talked about more.

But for those curious, here is the original Brother's Grimm story (In English of Course) It's quite different from the Disney Version. There is no Fairy Godmother, and the built up relationship is over a few days rather than a few hours. It's well known that the step sisters cut of parts of their feet to fit into the lost slipper, but the Prince set a trap to cause Cinderella to lose her shoe in the first place. Oh and her Father never dies; he's just cool with how his daughter is being treated.

Cinderella

There was once a rich man whose wife lay sick, and when she felt her end drawing near she called to her only daughter to come near her bed, and said, "Dear child, be pious and good, and God will always take care of you, and I will look down upon you from heaven, and will be with you." And then she closed her eyes and expired. The maiden went every day to her mother's grave and wept, and was always pious and good. When the winter came the snow covered the grave with a white covering, and when the sun came in the early spring and melted it away, the man took to himself another wife.

The new wife brought two daughters home with her, and they were beautiful and fair in appearance, but at heart were, black and ugly. And then began very evil times for the poor step-daughter. "Is the stupid creature to sit in the same room with us?" said they; "those who eat food must earn it. Out upon her for a kitchen-maid!" They took away her pretty dresses, and put on her an old grey kirtle, and gave her wooden shoes to wear. "Just look now at the proud princess, how she is decked out!" cried they laughing, and then they sent her into the kitchen. There she was obliged to do heavy work from morning to night, get up early in the morning, draw water, make the fires, cook, and wash. Besides that, the sisters did their utmost to torment her, mocking her, and strewing peas and lentils among the ashes, and setting her to pick them up. In the evenings, when she was quite tired out with her hard day's work, she had no bed to lie on, but was obliged to rest on the hearth among the cinders. And as she always looked dusty and dirty, they named her Cinderella.

It happened one day that the father went to the fair, and he asked his two step-daughters what he should bring back for them. "Fine clothes!" said one. "Pearls and jewels!" said the other. "But what will you have, Cinderella?" said he. "The first twig, father, that strikes against your hat on the way home; that is what I should like you to bring me." So he bought for the two step-daughters fine clothes, pearls, and jewels, and on his way back, as he rode through a green lane, a hazel-twig struck against his hat; and he broke it off and carried it home with him. And when he reached home he gave to the step-daughters what they had wished for, and to Cinderella he gave the hazel-twig. She thanked him, and went to her mother's grave, and planted this twig there, weeping so bitterly that the tears fell upon it and watered it, and it flourished and became a fine tree. Cinderella went to see it three times a day, and wept and prayed, and each time a white bird rose up from the tree, and if she uttered any wish the bird brought her whatever she had wished for.

Now if came to pass that the king ordained a festival that should last for three days, and to which all the beautiful young women of that country were bidden, so that the king's son might choose a bride from among them. When the two stepdaughters heard that they too were bidden to appear, they felt very pleased, and they called Cinderella, and said, "Comb our hair, brush our shoes, and make our buckles fast, we are going to the wedding feast at the king's castle." Cinderella, when she heard this, could not help crying, for she too would have liked to go to the dance, and she begged her step-mother to allow her. "What, you Cinderella!" said she, "in all your dust and dirt, you want to go to the festival! you that have no dress and no shoes! you want to dance!" But as she persisted in asking, at last the step-mother said, "I have strewed a dish-full of lentils in the ashes, and if you can pick them all up again in two hours you may go with us." Then the maiden went to the backdoor that led into the garden, and called out, "O gentle doves, O turtle-doves, And all the birds that be, The lentils that in ashes lie Come and pick up for me!

The good must be put in the dish, The bad you may eat if you wish."

Then there came to the kitchen-window two white doves, and after them some turtle-doves, and at last a crowd of all the birds under heaven, chirping and fluttering, and they alighted among the ashes; and the doves nodded with their heads, and began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and then all the others began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and put all the good grains into the dish. Before an hour was over all was done, and they flew away. Then the maiden brought the dish to her step-mother, feeling joyful, and thinking that now she should go to the feast; but the step-mother said, "No, Cinderella, you have no proper clothes, and you do not know how to dance, and you would be laughed at!" And when Cinderella cried for disappointment, she added, "If you can pick two dishes full of lentils out of the ashes, nice and clean, you shall go with us," thinking to herself, "for that is not possible." When she had strewed two dishes full of lentils among the ashes the maiden went through the backdoor into the garden, and cried, "O gentle doves, O turtle-doves, And all the birds that be, The lentils that in ashes lie Come and pick up for me!

The good must be put in the dish, The bad you may eat if you wish."

So there came to the kitchen-window two white doves, and then some turtle-doves, and at last a crowd of all the other birds under heaven, chirping and fluttering, and they alighted among the ashes, and the doves nodded with their heads and began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and then all the others began to pick, peck, pick, peck, and put all the good grains into the dish. And before half-an-hour was over it was all done, and they flew away. Then the maiden took the dishes to the stepmother, feeling joyful, and thinking that now she should go with them to the feast; but she said "All this is of no good to you; you cannot come with us, for you have no proper clothes, and cannot dance; you would put us to shame." Then she turned her back on poor Cinderella, and made haste to set out with her two proud daughters.

And as there was no one left in the house, Cinderella went to her mother's grave, under the hazel bush, and cried,

"Little tree, little tree, shake over me, That silver and gold may come down and cover me."

Then the bird threw down a dress of gold and silver, and a pair of slippers embroidered with silk and silver. , And in all haste she put on the dress and went to the festival. But her step-mother and sisters did not know her, and thought she must be a foreign princess, she looked so beautiful in her golden dress. Of Cinderella they never thought at all, and supposed that she was sitting at home, arid picking the lentils out of the ashes. The King's son came to meet her, and took her by the hand and danced with her, and he refused to stand up with any one else, so that he might not be obliged to let go her hand; and when any one came to claim it he answered, "She is my partner."

And when the evening came she wanted to go home, but the prince said he would go with her to take care of her, for he wanted to see where the beautiful maiden lived. But she escaped him, and jumped up into the pigeon-house. Then the prince waited until the father came, and told him the strange maiden had jumped into the pigeon-house. The father thought to himself, "It cannot surely be Cinderella," and called for axes and hatchets, and had the pigeon-house cut down, but there was no one in it. And when they entered the house there sat Cinderella in her dirty clothes among the cinders, and a little oil-lamp burnt dimly in the chimney; for Cinderella had been very quick, and had jumped out of the pigeon-house again, and had run to the hazel bush; and there she had taken off her beautiful dress and had laid it on the grave, and the bird had carried it away again, and then she had put on her little gray kirtle again, and had sat down in. the kitchen among the cinders.

The next day, when the festival began anew, and the parents and step-sisters had gone to it, Cinderella went to the hazel bush and cried,

"Little tree, little tree, shake over me, That silver and gold may come down and cover me."

Then the bird cast down a still more splendid dress than on the day before. And when she appeared in it among the guests every one was astonished at her beauty. The prince had been waiting until she came, and he took her hand and danced with her alone. And when any one else came to invite her he said, "She is my partner." And when the evening came she wanted to go home, and the prince followed her, for he wanted to see to what house she belonged; but she broke away from him, and ran into the garden at the back of the house. There stood a fine large tree, bearing splendid pears; she leapt as lightly as a squirrel among the branches, and the prince did not know what had become of her. So he waited until the father came, and then he told him that the strange maiden had rushed from him, and that he thought she had gone up into the pear-tree. The father thought to himself, "It cannot surely be Cinderella," and called for an axe, and felled the tree, but there was no one in it. And when they went into the kitchen there sat Cinderella among the cinders, as usual, for she had got down the other side of the tree, and had taken back her beautiful clothes to the bird on the hazel bush, and had put on her old grey kirtle again.

On the third day, when the parents and the step-children had set off, Cinderella went again to her mother's grave, and said to the tree,

"Little tree, little tree, shake over me, That silver and gold may come down and cover me."

Then the bird cast down a dress, the like of which had never been seen for splendour and brilliancy, and slippers that were of gold. And when she appeared in this dress at the feast nobody knew what to say for wonderment. The prince danced with her alone, and if any one else asked her he answered, "She is my partner."

And when it was evening Cinderella wanted to go home, and the prince was about to go with her, when she ran past him so quickly that he could not follow her. But he had laid a plan, and had caused all the steps to be spread with pitch, so that as she rushed down them the left shoe of the maiden remained sticking in it. The prince picked it up, and saw that it was of gold, and very small and slender. The next morning he went to the father and told him that none should be his bride save the one whose foot the golden shoe should fit. Then the two sisters were very glad, because they had pretty feet. The eldest went to her room to try on the shoe, and her mother stood by. But she could not get her great toe into it, for the shoe was too small; then her mother handed her a knife, and said, "Cut the toe off, for when you are queen you will never have to go on foot." So the girl cut her toe off, squeezed her foot into the shoe, concealed the pain, and went down to the prince. Then he took her with him on his horse as his bride, and rode off. They had to pass by the grave, and there sat the two pigeons on the hazel bush, and cried,

"There they go, there they go! There is blood on her shoe; The shoe is too small, Not the right bride at all!"

Then the prince looked at her shoe, and saw the blood flowing. And he turned his horse round and took the false bride home again, saying she was not the right one, and that the other sister must try on the shoe. So she went into her room to do so, and got her toes comfortably in, but her heel was too large. Then her mother handed her the knife, saying, "Cut a piece off your heel; when you are queen you will never have to go on foot." So the girl cut a piece off her heel, and thrust her foot into the shoe, concealed the pain, and went down to the prince, who took his bride before him on his horse and rode off. When they passed by the hazel bush the two pigeons sat there and cried,

"There they go, there they go! There is blood on her shoe; The shoe is too small, Not the right bride at all!"

Then the prince looked at her foot, and saw how the blood was flowing from the shoe, and staining the white stocking. And he turned his horse round and brought the false bride home again. "This is not the right one," said he, "have you no other daughter?" - "No," said the man, "only my dead wife left behind her a little stunted Cinderella; it is impossible that she can be the bride." But the King's son ordered her to be sent for, but the mother said, "Oh no! she is much too dirty, I could not let her be seen." But he would have her fetched, and so Cinderella had to appear. First she washed her face and hands quite clean, and went in and curtseyed to the prince, who held out to her the golden shoe. Then she sat down on a stool, drew her foot out of the heavy wooden shoe, and slipped it into the golden one, which fitted it perfectly. And when she stood up, and the prince looked in her face, he knew again the beautiful maiden that had danced with him, and he cried, "This is the right bride!" The step-mother and the two sisters were thunderstruck, and grew pale with anger; but he put Cinderella before him on his horse and rode off. And as they passed the hazel bush, the two white pigeons cried,

"There they go, there they go! No blood on her shoe; The shoe's not too small, The right bride is she after all."

And when they had thus cried, they came flying after and perched on Cinderella's shoulders, one on the right, the other on the left, and so remained.

And when her wedding with the prince was appointed to be held the false sisters came, hoping to curry favour, and to take part in the festivities. So as the bridal procession went to the church, the eldest walked on the right side and the younger on the left, and the pigeons picked out an eye of each of them. And as they returned the elder was on the left side and the younger on the right, and the pigeons picked out the other eye of each of them. And so they were condemned to go blind for the rest of their days because of their wickedness and falsehood.

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anonbinaryweirdo · 8 months

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i think that one of my all time favorite OCS might be my dangan oc; Kristabelle Nakanishi

I've been roleplaying for like years now, but we first got into Danganronpa roleplays in like 2021-2022, but it was before I knew anything about it fr (fun facto; Oliver enters fandoms without knowing anything about said fandom, that way they're more like to get more into it by reading into the lore as time progresses)

I'm pretty sure the story was changed around a bit, because we soon started a childhood server, which is where we roleplayed our ocs/characters stories and developed the lore

Kristabelle was traumatized obviously like she's my OC she does NOT get a pass tf

ahe had a younger twin sister, and an older brother, who "died" in that same server, and she also had a girlfriend, who she ran away from because of something she was forced to do

her and her siblings were like test dummies for their father (Oliver stop projecting your daddy issues onto all of your ocNO.) BUT they were also raised assassins at a young age, this adding onto the trauma and abuse for obvious reasons

there was this orphanage that all the kids would go to to hang out, and that's where she met kokichi (and his twin sister, played by the same person), who ended up being her best friend and bonded through the trauma !

there was stitch, mia, sparks, mazuko, charlie/ollie, and kristabelle, as the og original character cast

eventually some bad things happened, and everyone separated, and kristabelle ran away, but not before getting to spend some last times with kokichi, who gave her a matching hairpin to remember each other by

now, this wasn't canon at first, but I had went offline for a bit and came back to the server (killing game) spamming me, like, "KRISTABELLE AND TOGAMI MAKE THEM FOUND FAMILY"

I was like lol why

"they're both rich, they both drink tea, they're both tall and sassy, I'd let them step on me (<-mia), they have a lot in common, theyre both kinda antags, they would be unsTOppable, MAKE THEM FOUND FAMILY." OKAY DAMN

so I did !

obviously they weren't fond of each other at first, but eventually they actually did become like an amazing fucking duo

again this was an alternate universe with a somewhat changed story, not everything will be entirely lore accurate <//3

they both fucked up trials, and almost found themselves being executed because of misunderstandings, took no one's shit fr

i think we merged killing games in this ⁉️ because we didn't wanna do separate ones for every game + we didn't want to necessarily have us in every game, so we put all three together, and oh my god it was so chaotic in the best way, everything was harder and much more hilarious but like traumatizing too

everyone obviously had like amnesia, except for stitch and Junko, who were the main masterminds ⁉️ so kokichi and kristabelle didn't even recognize each other, sadly

when they were kids they were inseparable

THE EXECUTIONS

stitch always came up with the executions for our OCS and they were so creative

I was heartbroken once because someone else's oc died and I liked them like NO⁉️

Oliver is getting off track, but like she's one of my best OCS I think personally, not counting my genshin OCS because then, Kristabelle would NOT be my favorite.

I wrote out

four? or three things for her, little snippets of her past and how traumatizing it was

I wrote out a full on death scene I was surprised with myself reading back on it

#oli rambles #no really she rambles #oc talk !#this was written in a walmart

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starswallowingsea · 1 year

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8, 22, 49 eichi and tsumugi!

i got the nine of cups, five of swords, and the nine of swords (fucking AGAIN) so uhm. angst i guess.

disclaimer i havent read most ! era stories with them i kinda just wrote what came to mind from what I do know but if anything doesnt match with canon. yeah.

word count: 546

It was so easy for Tsumugi to get caught up in Eichi’s plans. Eichi was addicting, like a drug slowly sapping the life from Tsumugi, but he made him feel oh so good.

Tsumugi wasn’t sure what exactly brought them together. They couldn’t have been more opposite. Eichi was charismatic and born into a rich family and Tsumugi hid in the background and grew up attending tupperware parties for his mother. Eichi was beautiful beyond words and Tsumugi was painfully average.

Eichi should have been out of his reach and yet…Tsumugi found himself sitting besides Eichi in the hospital, discussing plans for their restructuring of Yumenosaki, song lyrics and melodies, and their futures.

Eichi was desperately in love with Wataru and Tsumugi knew this. He could never compete for that attention, but he hoped that maybe just for a moment he might be able to take Eichi’s full attention. Just once was all he asked for.

Days turned to weeks turned to months and Tsumugi stuck with Eichi through it all, pulling all-nighters at the hospital and at the school to make sure things ran as smoothly as they could. Keito had asked if he was okay, though Keito and his seven cans of red bull didn’t have much room to talk.

It seemed that every step Tsumugi tried to take forward, to just hold Eichi’s hand in his own and feel his warmth, Eichi took two steps away, towards a different future.

So when the day came and fine as they knew it had been disbanded, Tsumugi couldn’t say he was entirely shocked. It had been a long time coming. As soon as the five eccentrics had their social executions on the stage then fine would be no more. There would be no use for the unit to exist in the way it had.

Eichi said some platitudes which Tsumugi accepted with a smile on his face, just letting the words move in one ear and out the other.

And then Eichi grabbed his hand.

Oh god, Eichi grabbed his hand and was he squeezing it? Why would he--

“Are you okay, Tsumugi?” he sounded concerned.

How should he answer? He can’t be honest, can he? Yeah, I’m just trying not to freak out because I’ve been longing for you to notice me like this just once let me be the only thing you think about. I’m not okay actually. I’m so hopelessly in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself.

You’re like a drug and I can’t bear to stop taking my daily dose of you.

“I’m fine, Eichi-kun. Don’t worry about it.”

He smiled and Eichi squeezed his hand one more time before dropping it.

“I’m glad, my little bluebird.”

Tsumugi fought to keep the warmth from his cheeks at the modification of his nickname.

“Y-yeah…”

He didn’t want to go. He desperately wanted to stay, to take one last deep breath of Eichi before they parted ways.

Sure, he’d still see the other boy at school on his good days, and there was nothing in particular stopping him from seeing him in the hospital on his bad days, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you around I suppose. Take care, Tsumugi.”

“Take care, Eichi-kun.”

#message in a bottle #ensemblestars #shay writes #enstars #ensemble stars #tsumugi aoba #eichi tenshouin #one sided eimugi #i am going to explain my choices a bit for this one #so i had the 9 of cups be eichi and the energy i feel like tsumugi would perceive him as having #very warm and inviting and intoxicating #the five of swords is that sense of betrayal and feeling unsure if everything is right #and the nine of swords was tsumugi's worries and ultimate inability to act on his feelings at all #anyway uhm. maybe not what you were expecting but the stupid nine of swords is haunting me tonight ig #came up in two different decks three times #i have another wip for oat for hiiteto but im struggling w that one #might do another redraw for it tmrw but i've already done two #i might just need to read some of tetora's wiki page or smth to get more of a feel for his character #okay im done rambling in here hope this was enjoyable and i got their dynamics right #idk much about mugi so im entirely guessing on his characterization but idk i also dont struggle with that most of the time so #i think im fine? maybe? you tell me.

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jokertrap-ran · 1 year

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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 1-14 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

Tomoharu: Piano Quartet No. 2… The piece that initially got denied publication due to issues with the publisher.

Tomoharu: Despite that, as refined as its creator, Mozart, it still managed to spread far and wide, colouring the world with its beautiful tunes.

Hayate: You’ve got quite a good ensemble on your hands.

Hayate: Your group’s still no match for last year’s Starlight Orchestra. But…

Ginga: Come on then, let’s get this started.

Sakuya: I wonder if I can reach the same place you’re aiming for? Starting from this one step—

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General Ed Girl 1: Wow… I wasn’t interested in classical music at all, but…

General Ed Girl 2: Yeah. I came here because I heard that there was a cool boy…

General Ed Girl 2: But… I think I’m hooked. I might actually come back for round 2 if they’re holding another performance.

General Ed Girl 1: Agreed! We’re definitely coming back for seconds!

Kazuma: Dear me… Looks like it’ll be a while before I can resign from this position.

Sakuya: ……

Sakuya: An Orchestra, huh…

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Tomoharu: The concert was a huge success!

Tomoharu: I don’t think we’ve ever made that big of a crowd that happy to be here.

⊳ Choice: Let’s go have a blast! / Let’s go celebrate.

Tomoharu: Oh, that sounds good! Why don’t we make pizzas or something?

Tomoharu: Kujo-senpai said that he had something on, but I’m sure he’ll return to the dorm at night anyway.

Hayate: What are you even doing here? You’re so rich, and you’re living in Linden Hall?

⊳ Choice: Rich?

Hayate: You aren’t aware? This guy’s the scion of the Regal Group.

Hayate: The very same Regal Group that has a huge hand in electricity, cars, the communications industry and even the music industry.

⊳ Choice: Be surprised.

Tomoharu: Haha. Did it come as that much of a surprise?

Hayate: Of course. For you to live in Linden Hall, as worn of a dorm as it is? You’ve got some pretty bad taste.

Tomoharu: How mean~ I do like that dorm, you know.

⊳ Choice: Be unfazed.

Hayate: Well, I guess he does somewhat look, act, and fit into the crowd as a commoner would.

Tomoharu: Now that’s strange. And here I thought I blended in quite well.

Tomoharu: But I’m not lying about paying for my own education through my earnings from my part-time job.

Tomoharu: …I wanted a clean slate, so I left the family.

Tomoharu: And my family didn’t say a word when I left. Apparently, I looked the type.

Hayate: Huh…?

Hayate: Looks like you’ve got your own share of issues too. Are your part-time job earnings enough to cover everything though?

Hayate: …Come look for me if you ever face any trouble.

Tomoharu: Hehe, thank you. You’re really kind, aren’t you, Ryuzaki-senpai?

Tomoharu: I’m fine for now. But even if I do end up short on funds, I can still fall back on the stocks I manage and my investment trust fund, of course.

Hayate: Wha-

Hayate: So you ARE a celebrity! Damnnit, it was dumb of me to even worry about you.

Tomoharu: You’re really kind, Ryuzaki-senpai. I mean, you even came down to help us out today.

Tomoharu: I’m really glad that everything turned out alright in the end. I really panicked when we found out that Kabayama-senpai had disappeared off to god-knows-where.

Kabayama: …Those sound like empty words to me. You lured me here, didn’t you?

Tomoharu: Huh? What are you talking about?

Hayate: Surely you must have had a hunch, or an inkling, that Kabayama was going to bail.

Hayate: And that I’d come to lend you all a hand in his stead.

Tomoharu: Not really. Hahaha. Well, if he’d gotten over it and played with us, then that's fine by me too.

Tomoharu: I thought that it’d be worth a try since you wouldn’t have joined us if we went about doing it the normal way anyway.

Tomoharu: But you still saw through me, huh. You really do have a sharp discerning eye for things.

Hayate: I don’t think that’s a compliment at all.

Tomoharu: I mean, you do like the Starlight Orchestra, don’t you?

Hayate: Maybe? I don’t know whether I like it or not.

Hayate: …I saw my dreams manifest last year. I thought that perhaps with this group, we could make something amazing out of it.

Hayate: But, it wasn’t that easy. Making a new Orchestra from scratch is no easy feat.

Hayate: I watched as everyone slowly drifted apart, panicked, and struggled… But no matter what happened, I never gave up.

⊳ Choice: We’ll make it succeed this year.

Hayate: I think it’s great that you have the drive to see that through.

⊳ Choice: That must have been hard…

Hayate: What? Are you moved by my story? Not like that’ll make me happy or anything anyway.

Hayate: …Huh? You’ve also experienced an Orchestra you were a part of disbanding?

Hayate: And you’re still trying to be part of an Orchestra again? …I see.

Hayate: I think I see your drive and how serious you are about this. But just a little; just a smidge.

Hayate: I think this Orchestra might be able to stand up to Tsukishiro Kei and Glanz, whom he leads, without being an utter embarrassment.

Hayate: I apologize for underestimating you, (L/n). I never thought that someone from general ed could really do it.

Hayate: But… There might also be countless musicians out in this world, tucked and hidden away, just like you.

Hayate: Normally, I’d laugh it all off, thinking it impossible. But…

Hayate: The performance we had on stage today wasn’t half-bad. I don’t think I’d mind all that much if we did it again.

Tomoharu: Wow. I’ve never seen Ryuzaki-senpai be so honest with anyone before. That’s a rare sight you’re seeing, senpai.

Hayate: Wha- You talk too much!

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Hashizumi: The performance was pretty good. They have the potential.

Hashizumi: But I’d never pegged you for one to ask about an obscure student orchestra.

???: It doesn’t matter where. I will go anywhere, as long as there is the chance that someone with the appropriate amount of strength and worth will appear. Someone that will be of use to Regal.

???: But, this was all just a waste of time. After all, a group led by a loser will only end up losing.

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Ginga: …Hmm…

???: Kei-sama, regarding next term’s scheduled activity plan—

Sakuya: ……

???: It has been a long time. I heard that you have joined an Orchestra again.

???: I look forward to it.

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Previous Part: (Chapter 1-13) Next Part: (Chapter 2-1)

#金色のコルダスターライトオーケストラ #スタオケ #Starlight Orchestra #otome #Translations #Kiniro no Corda #La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra #Main Starlight

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knight-of-the-thorn · 2 years

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a prompt for you, should you choose to accept it: “i kept it from you, but this knowledge will get you killed!” -kerra-and-company

A very old one for you today, This has been finished for ages but apparently I was nervous to post it at the time!

I really like Caithe, I think she’s an incredibly interesting and nuanced character, but god did Arceidai had really complicated feelings towards her after Trahearne died.

This short piece takes place during LWS3 Out of Shadows, during the story step “A Shadows Deeds” _____________________________________________________________ Suffice to say, she was the last person Arceidai wanted to see.

They’d been avoiding Caithe since they left the jungle. It hadn’t been hard, she had been making herself scarce, but it had still been quite deliberate on their part. But she was here now, investigating the same thing as them. Whatever the odds of that were, Arceidai hated that it was even in the realm of possibilities.

“Theitia asked after me while I was in the Grove.” And there it was. One of many things they did NOT want to talk about. “The wardens said you two have been exchanging letters for some time now.”

“Mmm hmmm.” They kept their focus on pulling bloodstone shards out of the earth.

“After everything that she’s done, are you sure that’s the best idea?” She sounded tentative.

“I don’t remember the discussion where we decided that my mail was any of your business.”

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about Arceidai! She’s dangerous, you know that better than anyone. I’ve done the exact same thing, and I know how it feels but you need to trust me, you are going to get yourself-”

“Oh, trust you! So I’m supposed to trust you now!” Arceidai stood up abruptly. “That is absolutely rich coming from you of all people.”

Caithe grimaced and sighed. “You’re upset with me. And you have every right to be.”

“Upset with you? I can’t possibly imagine why you’d think that.” They rolled their eyes and shouldered their way past her as the cavern shuddered again. “This should be enough bloodstone. Let’s head back up to the platform.”

“Will you please just let me speak before we go any further?”

Arceidai kept their back turned to her as she spoke, but they stopped their march. “What else is there to say?”

“I can't take back what happened, but I can tell you I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry.” She sounded genuinely remorseful. That wasn’t the level of vulnerability they were used to from her. “My Wyld Hunt, Mordremoth's voice...they were tearing at each other and sometimes I didn't know which was which. I was very confused, and I felt like the only person I could trust was me.”

“The only person you could trust.” They echoed, almost laughing as they turned sharply to face her.”You want to know the worst part about all this? I never doubted for a second that the egg was safe with you because I trusted you. But this isn’t just because of the egg. This is because I don’t particularly like being lied to, this is because nothing I knew about myself was ever true, this is because there is no one left that I know I can actually trust, not even the ONE PERSON I thought would always be on the same side as me!”

“We’re still on the same side-” She tried to interrupt.

“You LEFT ME Caithe.” They hissed, not done with their tyraid. “I thought that we were a team. You and Tr- You were my family. I wanted to be just like you! And no matter what happened, what secrets you kept, what means you justified with ends, I believed that you would never do anything to hurt me and that we were always going to fight together. Maybe that was stupid, I’ll be the first to admit that I was naïve but I still thought that everything we’d been through counted for- for something. But you still lied to me my entire life! You knew we were going to fight Mordremoth, long before you got the egg, long before you got to the jungle, and you didn't think to tell- tell either of us! You didn't think that was pertinent? That we were going to walk right into a slaughter?”

“It was not a decision I made lightly. You have no idea how much I wished that I could have told anyone about this. I kept it from you because that knowledge would've gotten you killed. It would've gotten all of us killed."

"Trahearne is dead anyways." They said flatly.

Caithe looked like she had been slapped. That was a step too far, and Arceidai knew that the second they said it, but they almost found it hard to care. “Is that what you think? That Trahearne’s death is my fault?”

“I think I shouldn’t have had to run my brother through with his own sword. How you choose to interpret that is something I’ll leave to your discretion.”

“That isn’t fair, and you know it. I understand that you are hurting, but you are not the only person who cared about him so don’t try to pretend that you are. I lost my brother, Arceidai. You have every right to be mad, but don’t put that on me.”

She had a point, and it was incredibly frustrating that she did. “I know, I know that! But if I don’t blame you then who am I supposed to blame, Caithe? If it’s not you, and it’s not Endiena, and it’s not me-”

She held up a hand for them to stop “Hold on! That human we fought Mordremoth with? What does she have to do with this?”

“Who cares!” Arceidai cried “It isn't anyone’s fault and Mordremoth is dead but that doesn’t make me feel better, so who am I supposed to be angry at!”

"I don’t know. Sometimes there's no one to be angry at. Sometimes we’re just hurt.”

"And what are we supposed to do then?"

"If I ever find the answer to that, I'll be sure to tell you first." Caithe sighed.

Arceidai looked away from her, surveying the terrain and shifting their hands uncomfortably. “You did what seemed right in an impossible situation. Rationally I know that.” They paused before adding, with extra emphasis “Rationally.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. I just want you to think about it.”

“...Okay. Cherry. Let’s just, We have an experiment to complete.I think it best if we focus on that.” Arceidai changed the subject, and raised one of the bloodstone shards to emphasise their point.

Caithe hesitated, then nodded, gesturing to the floating structure. “Right, of course. Lead the way Commander.”

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #tyrias library #arceidai #caithe

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lucys-chen · 9 months

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okay but i would love to hear anything and everything about your rangers

oh my god, oh my god. this has taken me forever to answer and i am- so sorry but . i’m about to go on a whole tangent because i love them so.

the whole idea is that i’ve created this agency whose been doing things to try and take over the world. they start small with kidnapping and rangers is probably the second biggest thing they’ve ever done. it’s supposed to be this super villainous plot but ends up failing.

they take these 5 kids who are all about 14- from earth. one day these kids are there and the next when their parents or family get up- they are gone.

this includes the following -

tj barton - the son of clint barton and avril silva - another oc of mine who you already know. his fc is brandon flynn. tj is the red ranger

cinder - she’s actually an alien princess from another planet and she’s originally a guardians of but she ends up on the earth and gets kidnapped. her fc is alisha boe. her and tj are love interests. cinder is the pink ranger

destiny carter - she’s a random teenager from brooklyn. she’s also a lesbian icon. and the yellow ranger. her fc is ginny gardner.

eddie sato - he’s the black ranger , he’s - it’s complicated . he kinda - has disappeared like 5 times - he’s a rich kid. he got kidnapped a lot because of his parents and it was always for a ransom. he’s not very lucky. his fc is ryan potter!

evan max - the blue ranger. probably the most stable of the bunch actually. he’s a pansexual icon , we love him. his fc is jonathan daviss .

there’s also this woman whose kidnapped like 10 years before them because this is the second time the experiment has happened. her name is zero- and her fc is nadia hilker, she’s also a “purple ranger” everyone else from her experiment is dead and the agency thinks she’s dead because she removed her tracker.

now zero has a little bit of a different experiment. hers was centered around the agency trying to build a team that would destroy earth . when that failed the team died except for zero.

so while the rangers are trying to survive - zero is following them. watching them and the team is working and trying to trust each other despite not really getting along. one day zero tricks them and while they’re looking for food they end up getting stuck in a cave. zero’s cave.

they try to get out but then zero steps up. and when zero steps up . she explains to them everything. the experiment- her experiment. her team - everything. and she ends up- presenting them with stones. these stones are what her team was gifted with - that transformed them into the rangers. it gave them abilities and suits and zero has messed with them to keep them out of control of the agency. they would help them fight the agency instead of work for them like they were originally made for.

the story of the rangers centers around this. it centers around them fighting , trying to get home . trying to get their memories back. while forming into this team. time also works different on this planet so 2 years for the rangers is 4 for earth.

once they do get back on earth? they have to figure out what their place in the world is. how they can still function as a team. how to live in this world when for years they believed their only purpose was to survive. now they have to learn how to live.

#thank you for asking!!!!#this is such a mess #but it’s fine #fic: the power rangers #marvel oc #tj barton #destiny carter #eddie sato #ch: zero #ch: cinder #evan max

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thebatfamfanatic · 3 years

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Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

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I love your “little moments” series… I have a weak spot for dad!Harry💕 and I love the relationship between the family’s members 🤗 and I really hope u will continue to update it! And for this series I would like to request Harry doing the 73 questions interview for Vogue and his kids and wife make an appearance (u can choose if the kids are toddlers or teens) and they even answer some questions OR an Howard Stern interview where Harry is asked about his family,maybe the host makes like not so nice-low key shady comments on his wife and on Harry’s daughter coming out story. Ok I’ m done, so sorry ik it’s so long 😅 it’s just I love your series sooo muchhh 🥰🥰 ok I’m done love u have a good day 😘

i’d love to answer this one!! thank you so much for loving my little series💕this one’s for you and for the other request i got which i’m combing with this: “Harry is doing a interview on facetime when his kid crashes the interview.” so pls enjoy and yeah enjoy;

oli - 6, felix - 4, belle - 1

The day had finally arrived for Harry Styles to complete the 73 Questions with Vogue.

It had come to be the promo for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and his schedule was booked with interview after interview after interview, and it wasn’t ideal for this to all be happening months whilst also having to look after three meddling toddlers, one of whom had only recently turned 1 years old.

The house was chaos. Fun, but chaos. And it was also the setting of this interview.

“Alright you lot, this way.” You shoved your children along to your living room, giving Harry the space he needed with Joe Sabia - the interviewer.

“Thank you love, see you later.” He blew a kiss to you and returned his focus to Joe. This interview was the first of many and it was also a major marketing ploy. These types of interviews were so highly recommended for Harry to be involved in and Jeff had thought it was about time for him to do one.

Joe had arrived around 15 minutes ago, just to

run over the script and remind Harry of the pre-determined questions - which reminded him of the answers that you’d run through with him the night before. Now the cameras were set up, the mic people were all at stand-by and Joe was ready it was time to begin. The children had been so fascinated by all these new people, after not seeing anyone for months due to the coronavirus pandemic, which is why it took a lot of trouble to get them to shuffle away from their beloved dad.

A fake door knock arose.

“Harry Styles hello!”

“Hi!” Harry waved at the camera.

“I’m here to do the Vogue 73 Questions, shall we get to it?”

“Of course! Come in!” Harry welcomed Joe into the house and shut the door behind him, not trusting his little ones to not escape if they were running wild.

“Beautiful house! Is it your only one?”

“No, but it’s my only one in London.” Harry made a point of not exploiting how many houses he did have and where they were. In fact, you still didn’t know about the Island that he was currently investing in just for you. You were a huge conservation activist and so Harry thought you could spend your free time helping the fragile ecosystem on this island.

“Did you design it yourself?”

“Me and my wife built the plans, but we go the experts to finish it all off.”

“What’s your favourite room?”

“Um, probably the living room.”

“Why?”

“So many of my favourite memories have happened in there.”

“Could you give us some?”

Harry could give loads, but they were far too precious for him to just give away. The living room wasn’t even a massive room, it was quite quaint with a couple of sofas, a logwood fire and then rugs and paintings on the walls. It was a home within a home. It was where Felix had taken his first steps. It was where Oli had spoken his first words. It was where Belle had fallen over for the first time and given herself nasty carpet burn. It was where presents were opened at Christmas. It was where you and Harry had made love next to the fire. It was where Felix and Oli had had their first tiny argument. It was where you spent family nights. If your house was a map then that room marked X the spot.

It was treasure. Priceless.

“My favourite would probably be when my wife, Y/N, spilt red wine all over the new white carpet and then proceeded to throw white wine over the stain because she’d read somewhere that it helps to get rid of it.” Harry chuckled at the memory.

“Did it?”

“No, God no. The carpet’s grey now.”

Joe laughed, as did Harry.

“I have to say Harry, you’re looking very fashionable today who are you wearing?”

“Gucci.” He blushed, because he knew that everyone would’e known that without question. He was wearing a lilac silk shirt with his name embroidered on it - but really it was to symbolise your last name not his - with a white wife-beater shirt and white shorts. He looked rich.

“Shouldn’t have asked really? Is your wife as much a Gucci avid fan?”

“She hates anything expensive. I think she still wears the same jeans she was wearing at university!” He knew you’d hit him later for saying that.

“So she’s a hoarder?”

“God yeah. She keeps everything and anything.” Harry laughed in admiration.

“Has she always been?”

“Always. When we went on our first date, her bag was so full that she couldn’t find her purse and she was so embarrassed because she thought I would think she was taking advantage of who I was. Anyways I did end up paying that night, but she had actually, I don’t know how, sent me money for her portion of the bill. From that moment I knew it was going to be her.”

“Do you write songs about her?

“Every day.” He smiled at the thought of the one he’d written just this morning.

“Which one is your favourite about her?”

“I don’t know about favourite, but the one I hold closest to my heart is probably ‘Fine Line’.” Harry stopped there, not wanting to share the intimate details of why and Joe respected that.

“Do your children have a favourite song of yours?”

“They go crazy for Kiwi and Golden. Belle loves Treat People and Oli knows the dance to that one actually.”

“Did you choreograph the dance for TPWK?”

“Partially, but I had help from my friend Paul and Y/N helped too actually.”

Harry and Joe had now made it through the house, weaving in and out of rooms, until they had made it to the Garden. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten to shut the bifold doors to the living room and so as soon as Harry came into focus for your children they immediately ran for him. Oli and Felix could run quite well, but Belle was a lot slower. She was only learning how to walk and so she fell a lot, unless she was being supported by you or Harry. Oli reached his dad first and then Felix, to which Harry knelt down to embrace them in ‘super-dad’ hugs as he liked to call them.

“And who do we have here?” Joe asked.

“Trouble.” Harry replied in jest, but whispered something into his boys ears before backing away.

“Hello i’m Oli.” Oli waved proudly to the camera.

“Hi i’m Fix.” Feliz shied into his dads neck, embarrassed of himself. Harry kissed the back of his head and kept a hold oh him around his back for comfort.

“Fix?” Joe asked at the peculiar name.

“It’s Felix, but he can’t pronounce his own name for some reason so we just call him Fix now. Or Flix. Don’t we buddy?”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry about this!�� You ran out in panic, knowing your one job was to keep the kids entertained and away from their dad. At least that was the original plan, but both Harry and Joe like this idea so much more. You were blushing red in embarrassment, picking up a fallen over Belle on your way over to everyone else. “So sorry.”

Belle became restless in your arms, reaching forward for her dad. She whined when she couldn’t quite reach and Harry immediately stood up to take his winging daughter from your arms. As he did, he leant into you and whispered in your ear whilst leaving it a warm kiss behind.

“You’re okay love. Don’t be sorry.”

“Hello Y/N!” Joe spoke.

“Hiya! How are you?”

“I’m great, and you?”

“Peachy.” You laughed, leaning down to collect Felix who was making grabby hands at you. Oli was quite happy standing next to both his parents, one of Harrys hands running through his tiny locks of hair.

“So now we have the family together, how do you feel to all be together?”

You looked to Harry smiled to find him smiling back already at you, knowing you both had a very similar answer. “It feels right. It feels like home.” You answered and Harry nodded in agreement, giving Belle a gentle rock in his arms.

“Are you okay with showing your children’s faces publicly?”

“No we’re not.”

“Looks like we have a hell of a lot of editing to do back at HQ.” Joe laughed, but completely understood the reasoning behind yours two decision. If needed, you could re-film scenes of this interview so that it didn’t include your children. Joe had done his best to keep the camera on you and Harry and luckily the children kept their faces buried in their parents necks anyways. “Is that going to be forever?”

“When they are old enough to decide whether they want to be in the spotlight then we’ll see.” Harry smiled, holding onto Belle tighter because all he wanted to do was keep her protected, and his, forever.

“You two seem like very good parents.” Joe spoke sincerely, and it made you swallow down a sob because it was always really lovely to hear such compliments - knowing you’d struggled with postnatal depression.

“Thank you Joe.” Harry nodded respectfully.

“Okay let’s carry on?”

The interview carried on until Harry had answered so many questions. He redid bits, due the children being too involved and he re-filmed answers to questions he found difficult to answer the first time around. He had such a great experience and was happy with the way that the day turned out.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)

𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.

this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section

It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.

“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.

Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.

As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.

With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.

Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.

“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.

“Fuck, it’s locked.”

“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”

You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.

A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.

He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.

Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.

"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"

He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.

“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."

"I—"

"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."

You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."

He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.

"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."

"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."

You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.

"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"

You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.

“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”

He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.

“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.

“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.

“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”

“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.

“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”

This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.

When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”

“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.

“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”

He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.

“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”

"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"

"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”

Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.

“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”

Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.

As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”

He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.

“Huh?” he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.

“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.

“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.

“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”

“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”

“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”

But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.

Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.

He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”

You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.

You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.

He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”

But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.

“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”

It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.

He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.

A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.

He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.

"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.

But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.

You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.

A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."

"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.

"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.

"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."

"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.

"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.

"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.

"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.

The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.

He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”

You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.

“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”

He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.

“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”

He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”

“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”

One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.

“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”

You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.

Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”

“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”

“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.

And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”

With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”

Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”

You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.

“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”

Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.

He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”

#jan (the edukators) x reader #jan x reader #lol that's not broad at all #jan weingartner x reader #thanks chris for that handy name for him #dark!jan weingartner x reader

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Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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