#so you'd think the least she could do asking him to risk his life yet again was not make micro aggressions in his house while asking him

[descendants-brat]

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#This book i want to read is really testing my morals #it's a sequel and just reading the preview and I'm not having it #because there's a big fat grey area in between racism and domestic violence #but it's hard for me to feel sympathy towards a racist asking a man she's clearly racist against for help #mind you the last time he went out of his way to be kind to a WW he was shot and nearly beat to death #so you'd think the least she could do asking him to risk his life yet again was not make micro aggressions in his house while asking him #FMC disappointed me because I loved her in her own book #but if I was his wife #old best friend or not I'd have to have her leave that racist shit at the door and respect him in HIS HOUSE or go home to your wife beating #husband #I'm sure you can find somebody white to help you if being around a colored person has you this uncomfortable

[cheegu3]

Enhypen - the glory (part 5)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere, bullying, swearing, alcohol, hospital scene, mentions of murder & suicide, affair

genre; yandere

wc; 4.8k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; this is more of a chill chapter, we get someone's backstory :D but yeah u won't be as stressed after as the last chapter lmao, also I've changed the narrating a little based on this poll I did, if everyone hates it I will change it lol, but I felt it added a little more flavour ??? to the characters.

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The sound of the phone hitting the floor echoed in the empty hallway. You backed away, slowly while never taking your eyes off of it; as if it had a camera inside and whoever texted was watching with a grin on their face.

It started ringing, vibrating violently on the floor. You ran up and picked it up, only because you were afraid they were still in the building and could hear it. But when looking down at the screen, you breathed out in relief. It was the number that Soobin had texted with.

‘’ Hello? ‘’

You waited in silence, not wanting to risk revealing anything in case that number wasn’t him either.

‘’ Y/n? ‘’

It was his voice, thankfully.

‘’ Soobin! I think they have my number. I got a text from someone else and I thought it was you. ‘’ you said in a hushed voice, starting to walk towards the entrance while hunched over.

‘’ What? Did you say anything? ‘’

‘’ Not anything that would make them think I was talking to you. But who do I say I thought it was? They will probably ask tomorrow. ‘’

Soobin quietened for a moment.

‘’ Maybe it’s best you don’t come to the academy tomorrow. ‘’

‘’ No, that’s a terrible idea! It will make me look really suspicious. ‘’

‘’ Will you really be able to lie to their faces if you see them though? ‘’

‘’ I have to try at least. But if I don’t succeed, a backup plan? ‘’

You heard him hum on the other side of the line.

‘’ We can use Yeonjun then. ‘’

Your face scrunched up, doubt written all over your face. You were pretty sure he’d reject it, rather rudely, based on him telling you to stay away from his brother the last time the two of you talked.

‘’ Or…Yena. ‘’ you suggested.

‘’ Yena? Who is that? ‘’

‘’ Jungwon’s sister. I’ve met her and she gave the impression of almost hating him. It’s a long shot bu- ‘’

Soobin sassily agreed, ‘’ It definitely is. ‘’

‘’ Backup plans don’t have to be super solid. I’m just gonna bet everything on plan A working out. ‘’

You didn’t have many choices after all. Yena was risky and uncertain, Yeonjun was almost certainly a no and you weren’t sure about Sunoo yet. With no other friends that could be undercover right under the noses of your bullies, all that was left to do was to believe in yourself and be confident; which was definitely a first.

‘’ What do I do if they text again? ‘’

‘’ Pretend like you knew it was them from the beginning. If they question it, say you were…drunk? ‘’ 

Your loud laugh echoed. ‘’ Soobin, your suggestions suck. ‘’

‘’ Sorry…’’ he mumbled back.

‘’ I might have to resort to that though, if it all goes to shit. ‘’

‘’ I still don't think you should go. ‘’

‘’ My parents want me to get good grades. I can’t lose my scholarship at this prestigious school. ‘’

‘’ But you already went today. Just use an excuse so you don’t have to see them. We can hang out instead, if you want? ‘’

Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

‘’ Hold on, I’m getting another call. I’ll let you know though. ‘’

‘’ Okay, bye! ‘’

You pressed answer on the incoming call after having hung up on Soobin. It was an unknown number again, so mentally you prepared yourself before putting the phone to your ear.

‘’ Hello? ‘’

‘’ Did you guess right? ‘’

The voice sounded familiar, but admittedly it was one of the last people you expected.

‘’ Sunghoon? ‘’

‘’ Well done! ‘’

‘’ How do you have my number? ‘’

‘’ Took your phone while Ni-ki was busy with you in the gym. ‘’

Ah, of course. It would’ve been almost impossible to divide your attention between all seven of them to catch them in the act if they went through your stuff. You were thankful for having changed your settings so you actually had a password now, making sure they couldn’t go through your phone and see Soobin there.

‘’ Do the others have it too? ‘’

‘’ Not yet. ‘’

You weren’t sure what to say next, letting the silence settle. You felt like there was something else, but he was taking his time saying it.

‘’ Oh, right! I forgot about that. ‘’ he shouted out abruptly as if talking to himself.

‘’ Forgot about what? ‘’

‘’ You texted me back, almost like you were waiting for someone to text you. ‘’

You panicked and was forced to come up with a lie on the spot in just a few seconds. Luckily, since he couldn’t see you, it was much easier to lie. Your face didn’t heat up and you didn’t have to maintain eye-contact with basically one of the living lie detectors out of the group. 

You were incredibly lucky today. If you were face to face, he’d be able to figure out you were lying very fast.

 ‘’ Yeah…my cousin just got a phone and said she’d text me today. ‘’

He went quiet for a moment, scaring you. Was he trying to assess your voice because he wasn’t sure if he believed you? 

‘’ Are you lying to me, sweetheart? ‘’

You froze but managed to press out an answer through clenched teeth, ‘’ No. ‘’

‘’ Are you sure? I can easily check up on your family, you know that. ‘’

But you had already made up your mind, it would be cruel and very stupid to throw Soobin under the bus now. The only option was doubling-down and lying until your nose turned red.

‘’ Yes. I’m sure. ‘’ you tried to put a little irritation to your tone to make it more believable.

After some time, he ticked his tongue and reluctantly answered,

‘’ Okay. ‘’

You waited with bated breath, for what he’d say next.

‘’ You’re coming tonight, right? ‘’

‘’ Tonight? What’s tonight? ‘’

‘’ Just hanging out. Jungwon’s house. Come over. ‘’

‘’ But- ‘’

Your protest was rudely cut off by the sound of the call ending. Looking down at the phone, a scowl formed on your face and you huffed. Another party? What was wrong with them?

You stood in the corridor, feeling completely dumbfounded. Could you even run away now, no- you glanced down at your arms, remembering what happened last time you did and cursing them for giving you such a permanent reminder.

Taking a deep breath you cautiously made your way to the entrance. Despite him not mentioning anything about the hospital, it was still pretty smart to be on your guard on the way out. Who knew if that girl had texted them as soon as you and Soobin left her room, and they rushed there to ambush you.

But it was fairly quiet when you reached the front desk. If they were hiding, they probably would’ve come out a long time ago, since you were just meters away from the entrance now.

You shrugged off the random burst of paranoia and sprinted to hail a taxi outside. Maybe they would let you go home quite early just like last time. There wasn't much you could bring to the table anyway.

You fished your phone out and texted Soobin, telling him that Sunghoon had called and told you to come to Jungwon's house. It felt a bit unusual. You’d never hung out with them after school up until the day before, when Jay dragged you to the party.

‘’ Miss, we’re here. ‘’

‘’ Thank you. ‘’

You got out and hurried inside as it was still snowing, albeit a lot less than earlier. They were standing in the entrance, all eyes on you when the taxi drove away. The gate stood wide open this time, and the front door was open which gave them a perfect view of the driveway.

‘’ Hey. ‘’ Sunoo smiled at you.

You groaned mentally, whole body screaming for you to turn back around and go home. They didn’t even give you a chance though. As soon as you had put your stuff down, you were dragged by the waist to the living room, where all those people had been last time.

However, this time the couches were empty except for when they started sitting down in them one by one. You shifted uncomfortably, being the only one still standing.

It was obvious that there was no party. No music and no other people, only the alcohol in the red cups was the recurring theme from the day before. Why did they make you come there all alone? You felt anxiety start to brew at the pit of your stomach. 

‘’ I-uh…can I use the bathroom? ‘’

It was the oldest trick in the book, but hopefully they had already had so much to drink before you showed up that they wouldn’t think twice about it.

Jake was the only one who answered, with an uninterested grunt. You went right away, in case they would change their minds. Locking yourself into the bathroom you texted soobin. 

6:00 pm

You: Soobin? They’ve dragged me to Jungwon’s house.

The phone pinged almost immediately, you panicked and turned off the sound, looking around in the silence to see if they might’ve noticed. Nothing moved around outside and no noises or footsteps got closer. 

Next you had to suppress a laugh as you noticed you named him cousin so the others wouldn’t notice anything. Naming him ‘’ baby ‘’ would’ve made all hell break loose if they had just spotted it once.

Cousin: What? Like a party? 

You: Not really, I’m the only one here.

Cousin: Can you get away? 

You sucked on your lip while thinking. There wasn’t really a way out of this unless you wanted to have more wounds on your body. The whole thing felt like a very annoying headache.

Cousin: Y/n? Hello? Do you need help? 

You: No! We have a plan, remember?

Cousin: Sorry :(

You: I’ll text you later

Cousin: I live close by, just run over

You: Will you drive me home? :) 

Cousin: ofc!

‘’ Princess? ‘’

You jumped and almost dropped your phone clumsily in the process of getting up from the toilet seat. The phone slipped into your pocket again. You unlocked the door and stepped out, coming face to face with Heeseung.

He only looked at you briefly, then pushed past you to get to the bathroom. You went back to join the others. Sunoo and Ni-ki occupied the only couch that wasn’t full so you went to them.

Sunoo lit up when seeing you and Ni-ki only said something under his breath before moving so you could sit next to him. Sunoo handed you a cup and you poured alcohol in it, downing it almost immediately in a poor attempt to fix your uneasiness.

‘’ Not drinking? ‘’

‘’ Not a fan. ‘’

Ni-ki sounded moody, resting his elbows on his legs so his whole form was slumped over. His head didn’t raise when he talked, indicating he wanted to be left alone. You looked at Sunoo for answers but he just shrugged, mouthing ‘ bad day ‘.

‘’ Do you still box? ‘’

He finally raised his head to give you a very vehement look. ‘’ Yeah. ‘’ 

Sunoo tried to avoid it when his eyes averted to him, knowing he was looking at him in disbelief over what he had blurted out when he was alone with you. Whistling innocently he looked away and pretended like he was interested in the intense and lively conversation Jake and Jay were having next to him.

Now that Sunoo was turned away from you two, you leaned in a bit closer to Ni-ki, asking what you’d been wondering for a long time.

‘’ Do you even like me? ‘’

He frowned and then looked a bit caught off guard, pulling his hood further up to cover more of his face. ‘’ Yeah? I…think so. ‘’

‘’ But like, as much as the others or…’’ you trailed off.

He glared at you through his bangs which made you close your mouth again, regretting saying anything at all.

‘’ Y/n? ‘’

Sunghoon called you over, patting on the empty seat next to him where presumably Heeseung sat in before. Reluctantly you sat down, glancing at Jake and hoping you wouldn’t catch his attention any time soon, since he was extra bad when intoxicated.

Sunghoon must’ve noticed, his long fingers came up to your jaw, turning your head towards him. You stared into his bleary eyes. He looked very drunk, long gone with his pupils struggling to focus on you. But there was still some tenderness in them.

Sunghoon was slightly anxious. He’d never been alone with you before, and not this close in such an innocent way too; they all acted as a group and stuck together as one, agreeing to not be alone with you for too long.

While leaning his head back on the couch the two of you were sitting on, he turned his head to look at you. It was embarrassing how nervous you made him, as if you were some crush he had in middle school. Just looking at you made his throat close up.

‘’ Do you like this house? ‘’ he randomly blurted out, through slurred speech.

You laughed lightly which made Sunghoon smile widely.

‘’ Yeah, it’s nice. ‘’

He wanted to say more, maybe the way to your heart was to make you laugh. But he didn't get the chance to before Jungwon plopped down on the other side of the couch, next to you.

He didn’t seem at all interested in flirting with you, instead going straight into a rather serious-toned conversation, a dead-pan look on his face.

‘’ Do you know why he invited you here? ‘’

‘’ No. Not really. ‘’ you tilted your head.

‘’ From now on, we want to see you outside of school too. ‘’

You turned to him. ‘’ Why? ‘’

His lips were licked as annoyance flashed across his face, his cold eyes piercing through you. ‘’ Because we said so. ‘’

The alcohol had started to rush to your head already, making your speech a bit slower, vision blurrier but also lips bolder. 

‘’ Why are you always so blunt with me? You’re kind of mean. ‘’ 

He grimaced at your whiny tone and got eye-contact with Sunghoon, who probably knew what his friend was thinking. But he could never really stop Jungwon, since he was the leader after all.

‘’ Because, you’re a brat. ‘’ he calmly said, although his eyes were anything but.

‘’ A brat? ‘’ 

You stood up and almost stumbled into his lap when the dizziness hit you. Tauntingly, you looked down at him while swinging your cup in one hand.

‘’ You’re the ones who fucking bully me, you piece of shit! ‘’

‘’ Y/n. ‘’ Sunghoon warned, seeing Jungwon’s eyes narow.

‘’ Don’t talk to me like that. ‘’

You groaned and almost ripped your hair out in frustration. His calm exterior always made you feel crazy; it made you look hysteric in comparison, and wrong when you had all the reasons to be acting like that.

‘’ Shut the fuck up! ‘’ you yelled.

He snapped. Standing up so fast you flinched and lost balance, he was there to jerk you towards him with a harsh grip around your wrist. You lost your chance to talk as he hurried to drag you upstairs, Sunghoon running behind. 

You get pushed into a bedroom and Sunghoon got the door slammed in his face just as he was a few seconds away from it.

The tension in the room is high. Even though your back was turned to Jungwon, you could almost feel how he seethed of anger, but it was controlled and calculated, he was in control not you.

‘’ Face me. ‘’

You shuddered at his low voice, taking as much time as possible to turn around. The door was locked, who knew what he was going to do to you, away from the eyes of others?

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

You finally turned, and immediately your eyes unwillingly welled up with tears. It was the last thing you wanted to happen, but you became that girl in the gym again. Just one look at him and you wanted to cower away, beg for mercy or cry like a helpless child. 

You felt like a different person outside of the school. Because when the day was over, so was the torture. Seeing him look like he wanted to tear you apart in a different environment than the bleak walls of the gym reminded you of your grim future; they would torture you in your safe haven now too. It wouldn’t be over as soon as you passed the gates. They demanded you meet them at their houses and text them. What would happen if you answered just one second too late?

Jungwon stared at you wordlessly. He felt his chest swell with pride due to the sadistic nature of the situation. He liked that you were so afraid of him and that he, more than the others could elicit such a strong reaction from you - only a puppeteer could know his toy that well, know exactly what strings to pull for what; and what is that if not love?

You saw his face unmoved by your sniffling, so as a last resort you pathetically went down on your knees, hands clasping together while incoherent pleas left your mouth.

‘’ Please…please- don’t hurt me. ‘’

He crouched and was careful not to show any emotions. ‘’ Say you’re sorry again. ‘’

You looked up at him and he almost became entranced by the look of your teary eyes, glimmering while looking up at him, only him.

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

‘’ Good. ‘’ His lips twitched. ‘’ Stand up. ‘’

They tugged upwards momentarily when you obeyed. You kept your head down, scared to provoke him, even by doing the slightest of things.

‘’ I’m gonna give you my number. When I text, answer. When I call, answer. ‘’ 

He turned his back on you to dig his phone out from a bag thrown on the floor. You got the sudden urge to attack him and then make a run for it, but that wouldn’t lead to anything but short satisfaction.

You recollected yourself in time for him turning back and handing you his phone. When you’re done and he took it back impatiently, he stared at the screen for a while. Then he pressed the number and your phone vibrated.

‘’ Save it. ‘’

You gave a fake smile and nodded. However, seeing as it didn’t seem to satisfy him, you quickly did what he asked on the spot.

‘’ You can go now. ‘’

‘’ Already? I haven’t really talked to the others, and they don’t even have my number except for Sung- ‘’ you pressed your lips shut.

Although it was slowly starting to wear off, the alcohol had made you ramble again and by the look of dissatisfaction on his face, you could tell he wanted you to shut up.

‘’ You don’t need those yet. Am I not doing you a favor? ‘’ he stepped closer, making you automatically back away.

There were only a few meters until you’d back into the wall. You prayed to God that he wouldn’t force you to back into it entirely, so he could creep over you.

‘’ Do you want to be here? ‘’

Your mouth fell open at the horrible accusation. Why would you want to be at the house of one of your bullies, where they all hung around you, taking turns to poke their sticks into your skin to get a reaction?

‘’ No. I’m leaving. ‘’

He didn’t stop you, but you heard the arrogant scoff and saw the smirk when passing by him anyway. Your angry stomping down the stairs caught the attention of the other guys.

‘’ You’re leaving already? ‘’ Jake shouted, hurrying to get up so he could follow you.

Ni-ki and Sunoo watched you curiously, not saying anything.

‘’ You basically just got here. ‘’ 

He tried to pull you into a hug, which you quickly slipped out of, seeing Jungwon standing at the top of the stairs. 

‘’ I said she could go. ‘’

His stern voice made Jake freeze and he moved away from you, giving you a small smile which made you raise your eyebrows awkwardly.

‘’ Bye. ‘’ you mumbled, closing the door behind you.

Well that was…weird? 

*******

‘’ I’m here! ‘’

Soobin ran over to greet you, a big grin plastered on his face.

Footsteps approached the hallway and rounding the corner, the owner of them, Yeonjun popped his head out. His smile dropped when seeing you.

‘’ Y/n. ‘’ he said, rather formally.

‘’ Yeonjun. ‘’

Soobin chuckled. ‘’ No need to be so awkward. You’ve met before. ‘’

You took off your shoes and he strolled off in front of you, making you hurry to follow as you didn’t want to be alone with his grumpy older brother.

‘’ Are you okay? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, it wasn’t too bad. ‘’

He looked relieved and started walking further into the house, waving at Yeonjun to come with and ultimately stopping in the living room.

‘’ Maybe we can watch a movie. ‘’

‘’ I’m fine with anything. ‘’ you smiled.

‘’ Is this the part where I leave? ‘’

‘’ Yeonjun! ‘’ Soobin gasped.

His cute attempt at trying to look stern made you snort.

Meanwhile, his older brother threw his head back and groaned in discontent, plopping down on the couch and crossing his arms in protest.

‘’ For how long? ‘’

‘’ I don’t know yet. Don’t be rude. ‘’

Soobin pressed on the control and the large flat TV screen lit up. You almost ticked your tongue and shook your head. Of course he was a Disney nerd.

He turned around, looking childishly excited, and came over to sit down next to you. The movie quite quickly became forgotten, serving as background noise while you and Soobin passionately fought over the snacks.

‘’ I’ll go make you kids some food. ‘’ Yeonjun said, rolling his eyes at the two of you, and leaving you and Soobin alone in the living room.

Soobin craned his neck to check that his older brother had really left before turning to you. There was something he had wanted to tell you for a long time.

‘’ Does he not like me? ‘’

He smiled knowingly and shook his head. ‘’ It’s not that, I promise. ‘’

‘’ Then…did he have a rough childhood or something? ‘’ you sarcastically joked as you didn’t like when people used that as an excuse to be rude.

‘’ Something like that. ‘’

You caught the way his tone sounded borderline uncomfortable so you cleared your throat awkwardly. ‘’ Sorry, I was just joking.

‘’ His friend got bullied when he was in middle school. I’m sure he just feels a bit- well, vulnerable around you. ‘’ 

You weren’t sure how to respond so you just hummed, it was your turn to feel uncomfortable as Soobin was determined to continue no matter what.

‘’ He really struggled to see him like that. There wasn’t much he could do. When he went to the principal he was shut down, told that it was just ‘ friends playing around ‘. Later he found out their parents were pretty rich though, and at least one of them was a part of the anti-bullying committee. ‘’ Soobin shook his head, sighing while a sour expression overtook his face.

‘’ If he confronted them, they wouldn’t beat him. No, they were different, almost psychos despite being kids. They would bully his friend harder instead, knowing it would push Yeonjun away from him because he wanted to protect his friend. In the end, he was lonely. Everyone he loved watched from a distance, knowing that if they intervened it would get even worse. ‘’

‘’ What happened after they graduated then? Did he never get his justice or revenge? ‘’

Soobin looked away from you, his heart felt heavy.

‘’ No. He never did. ‘’

Silence filled up the living room. Hearing that both made you feel incredibly sorry for Yeonjun and also anxious for your fate. Would it be the same as that boy? Would Soobin have to suffer the same way - by the sidelines watching helplessly just like his brother?

You raised your head, noticing he wasn’t completely finished with his heartbreaking story. He had to hurry because the rummaging in the kitchen had stopped, indicating Yeonjun was on his way back.

‘’ It had a very unhappy ending. Remember when I said I recognized the look in your eyes when you were walking to the rooftop? ‘’

Your heart sunk. ‘’ Yeah…’’ 

Did you even really want to hear the next part? 

‘’ He saw that one night. While walking home from school. So just like I did, he followed his friend to a rooftop. ‘’

‘’ He wasn’t as lucky as you were? ‘’ you filled in when he got quiet again.

He nodded, a somber look on his face.

‘’ But, he didn’t jump though. ‘’

You frowned.

‘’ What? What do you mean? ‘’

‘’ He was pushed. ‘’

This time the silence was deadly, stretching on for several minutes. On the other side of the wall, Yeonjun was leaning against it, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

‘’ Did he get justice?

‘’ No. Of course not. The rich and powerful always get away with it. Yeonjun went to the police station but when they arrived, a bunch of black cars were already there. Took about ten minutes of inspecting before they concluded it was a suicide. ‘’

You felt nauseous. 

‘’ Did he…did he see who pushed him? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, it was them of course. The worst out of them all did it, and while they all freaked out, he barely flinched. As a solution, they were transferred to different schools in Seoul and it was swept under the rug. Even if Yeonjun wanted to get revenge, it would be almost impossible to find them. ‘’

‘’ Fuck, that’s heavy. ‘’ you leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, taking in everything that had been said.

‘’ I think the worst part is that nobody believed him. ‘’ you turned and saw that he was crying now, his knuckles were rubbed due to the rage he felt on the inside.

Breathlessly you watched him. You hadn’t seen Soobin like this yet.

‘’ What do you mean? ‘’ you softly whispered and tried to reach out for him.

He let you take his hand, and you rubbed his knuckles instead, but in a more calming and loving manner.

‘’ Since those fuckers cleaned it up neatly, his parents fought a lot about it. When he told them, crying out and looking for support, his mom didn’t believe him, but his dad did. So they got divorced. Then, his dad met my mom. ‘’ 

He ruffled his hair and scoffed. ‘’ Turns out his dad didn’t really believe him either after all. One night he got drunk and confessed he had an affair and just wanted a reason for divorce. ‘’

Your other hand wrapped around his shoulder.

‘’ But you believed him. ‘’

Soobin nodded. The endless tears had started to stain his shirt.

‘’ Of course I did. He’s my brother. ‘’ he mumbled, pain coloring his voice.

‘’ Is that…why you were so quick to help me? ‘’

‘’ I thought that if I couldn’t help him then, well…’’

Struggling to find the words, you filled in for him. ‘’ Then you could help others, to prevent it from happening again? ‘’

He grimaced. ‘’ I haven’t been successful so far. People don’t really believe in me. ‘’

You felt his words sting. It hit a little too close to home and you found yourself feeling guilty for doubting him like everyone else had.

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

Soobin let out an airy laugh, knowing what you were thinking of.

‘’ Don’t apologize, you let me in the end, didn’t you? ‘’

You smiled shyly. ‘’ Yeah. I guess so. ‘’

He smiled too, warmth spreading all over his face. But it faded quite suddenly as he had to look away. Why was his heart beating so fast?

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[thecameronchronicles]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

TW: Smut. Language. Moments of angst. Slightly Dom!Drew.

SUMMARY: You decide to risk it all for Christmas…

WORD COUNT: 3100

REQUESTED:

@obxiskewl asked:

Hi sweetie !! Is there any chance that tmr u could write a fix for drew ??since it’s my birthday tmr and he’s the best and ur the best writer ofc !!!

*HEY BABES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I'M SO INVESTED IN DOING CHRISTMAS ONES SO I HOPE THAT IS OKAY. HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITES FOR SURE!* 

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Your eyes fixated on the window longer than they should have in regards to the message he sent earlier today. But as you pressed your chin further to the bend of your folded arms, you were only left looking into the darkness of the night. You'd hoped to find an illumination of headlights over the freshly fallen snow or hear an interruption in the silence of the silent night. Yet, you were left staring across the street in the absence of the one person you'd traveled the fifteen hundred miles to see. 

"Are you okay?" One of Drew's sister's asked as she pulled her focus from the laughter accumulated in the kitchen with the remaining members of the Starkey family, all in noticing her absence. 

Brushing a tear from beneath your thumb to hide its expulsion, you nodded. A forced smile was seen as false by her having known you for the better part of your life. After all, you had met Drew in junior high, having met his family soon after as you'd become close friends. Bonding over a love of books and specific Pixar movies, something that endured a test of time and distance, your relationship remained. Only now, you had decided this would be the year you would risk your friendship at the possibility it could be greater. It was fueled by the comments of mutual friends, the biggest supporter having been Odessa, who was also in attendance tonight as she had flown out a few days prior. But as this conversation took place, she had made note of your shifted happiness, that usually commanded a room. 

"He says he will be here by New Years." 

"I can't stay..." You confessed,having arranged everything around Christmas as that's when he said he would be here. Now that confidence you had had faded into deep apprehension and even relief for keeping from having to take that risk. 

"I think I'm actually going to go to sleep since my flight is early tomorrow..." 

"You're leaving tomorrow?!" 

"Yeah..." You couldn’t fight your sniffle, "I think it's best. " You offered those polite farewell embraces of the day's end before climbing the steps to the guest room. But in the need to think of anything else but Drew, you were surrounded by mementos of him. Old pictures, many that held memories of you being there somewhere behind the camera, had been forced around you as you closed your eyes and hoped to leave without suffering any further heartache. 

"Don't be a dumbass!" You heard Odessa scold Drew as his familiar cadence made your heart swell. This was because he was the one you called when in the crux of your tribulations. 2 A.M. Los Angeles time and he would answer every call no matter how fatigued, always being a reason your tears stopped. Which was why his words hurt you so deeply now... 

"Well I'm doing what I can...I'm not coming all the way back for her-Its a goddamn chore to be around her, Dess-Has been since we were kids…" 

It was enough of a reason to stop eavesdropping and slip away into your Uber as he drove you to the airport. Polite conversation was muffled as Drew's words continued to sting. You were forced to face him at every turn however as you found his name broadcast over your screen before you turned off your phone. You decided once and for all that after years of a 'will they won't they' tango, you would have to move on. 

Or at least try to. 

You had convinced yourself you had a right to be happy, more angry than sad by him at this moment, and it acted as a catalyst to that first step of emotional freedom. But it was easier said than done. Eventually, you scrolled through those old pictures of even the Christmas before as it had been a means for your feelings reaching this fever pitch. 

That damn kiss under the mistletoe. The one his family pushed you to have, and the one you had both laughed off. But truth be told, things had changed. Conversations teetered into more cheeky topics and you found him jealous at the mention of you going on a date in what would have maybe have been support. It drove you nearly insane, especially with how suddenly cold he was. 

"Boarding flight 1204-" The speaker echoed through the airport as you pulled your carry on to the direction of the terminal before nodding. You prepared to leave him behind. That angst. That ache. Even if you were well aware it would remain no matter if you stayed until New Years or left now, you couldn't look him in the eye now in knowing how he felt about you. 

"Drew?" You could believe your heavy, swollen eyes as he paused for a second before looking down to you. 

"How are you-" 

"Odessa called me last night and said unless I wanted ro lose the best thing in my life, aside from her," He playfully rolled his eyes, "Then I better move my ass and stop yours from getting on that plane..." 

"I heard what you said..." You confessed. "About me being a chore..." You corrected him, not allowing this sweet sentiment to blur the pain of those words. 

"I said that about my sister! She’s been bugging me for months to get some makeup from Madison...guess she hooked her up...but...I could ever say thay anything like that about you," 

"I..." 

"Don't go...please." He could convince you of anything. Just as he had done when you were fourteen and trespassed into the public pool after hours to go skinny-dipping, his eyes being the first to make you feel beautiful as they descended you in appreciation. And again at eighteen when you helped him in the senior prank. He was also the one who pushed you to follow your dreams, even if it meant you moving across the country away from him. But it was also what kept you in place now. 

"I have to get back..." 

"Odessa told me why you stayed...said there was something you wanted to tell me..." His eye were hopeful, as if he knew but needed that validation. But as you looked to those soft blue eyes, you feared everything changing. In theory, the worst case scenario of requited feelings had been enough to risk that. But knowing you may not be able to have that now if he weren't to feel the same, you retreated. 

"I should go...We'll talk..." You lied, not intending to face him again as it would have been too difficult. But as you tried to leave, he realized he would be the one to take the risk. With your arm in hand, you felt him direct your focus into him until your chest collided into his. But along with this came a moment where you were aware of what was about to happen. A singular moment where he moved his hand to your cheek. 

"Please don't get on that plane..." 

"Give me a reason to stay...." You spoke as more of a question as he pulled you that remaining distance close. A cinematic kiss, purely romantic and sensual as you were in public. But it would only take moments for thay to alter as you crossed over the threshold of his childhood home and up the steps. You were allowed this moment of disheveled clothes and kisses interrupted by chuckled as they had been out looking at lights as they had done every year prior. But he had every intention if you seeing stars by the night's end. 

"Are you sure?" He asked as he stopped outside of his bedroom, which had since been used as a guest room, the room you stayed in when you visited. 

"Yes." You confessed breathlessly. 

"Good. I'm only asking once." Suddenly something switched behind his eyes. The softness drained to something similar to how he would look as one of his morally gray characters. But it wasn't in hatred or anger, but purr lust. 

You were taken into a lift against the door as it slammed closed behind you, his feet quick to take you to the bed. But as you expected to be undressed fully or even taken quickly, he would set you back on your feet. As you looked at him quizzically, he led you softly towards his lips with a sweet kiss that quickly turned almost sinister with seduction. He made you breathless rather swiftly, undressing you down to your lingerie as he smirked at how it felt beneath his fingertips. 

"I want you to tell me what you were going to say if I hadn't gotten stuck at work...all while I get you ready for me..." He teased his lips down the curve of your neck, resting at the skin revealed by your bra as he taunted the fabric separating your bare chest from his own. 

"I'm ready..." You breathed, almost desperately, as he smirked. The fingers at a recent rest at your hip would glide across the rim of your underwear before dipping inside. 

"Look at that, you ARE...But I still want to know what you were going to tell me..." Suddenly, you were left feeling more vulnerable than you had when you were a virgin. This confession wore the weight of a friendship at risk as you swallowed hard. 

"How about I convince you?" He teased, lowering his voice as he pressed his lips to your ear. 

"Lay down..." He guided verbally as you were quick to obey. Your eyes remained to him as he bent over you. 

"Please tell me...I'm dying to know what made you so scared you couldn't tell me-" 

"I wasn't scared-" Your defensive tone was interrupted by a gasp caused by his fingers tessing your sex as he bypassed the gentle teasing you expected from someone usually more reserved. 

"Maybe not...but you're definitely wet...shit...I've always wanted to be the reason you made this face..." He explained with his secondary hand at your cheek. 

"But I can't wait to know how you sound when I'm actually inside of you..." 

"Please, Drew..." 

"Not until you tell me, sweetheart. I can do this all night..." He quickened his fingers, only to slow them as you wrapped your hand around his wrist. 

"Not sure if you could-" 

"This! This was what I wanted to tell you...this was what I've wanted..." 

"Then who am I to keep you waiting?" His hands brought you to the very edge of the bed. For just a moment, your eyes remained to him, before they fell to the fabric pulled from your hips. He was sweet in every motion, but looking at you with such violent seduction that it could be enough to act as a flint and steel to any fire. 

"Drew...I-" You were suddenly flipped to your knees, hips raised to the air, as he pulled you against his chest. The steady rest of his heart was a vast contrast to the pound of your own as his fingers climbed around your neck. 

"I told you I wasn't going to ask if this was okay again. So I am going to expect you to take everything I'm going to give you, baby..." His hand was at your cheek, turning your head until only your eyes found him. 

"Because that's what you are now. You're my girl...my baby..." You nodded. 

"Please, Drew." His jaw clenched, a deep groan forcing his angry cock to consider those angry thrusts. But once again, he would refrain as he returned to the edge of the bed. 

"Don't come this way." He explained before his tongue made stripes between your lower lips. A taunt left behind as he smirked at the desperate reactions made against him. 

"Drew-" You turned far enough to witness how he appeared behind you. His head bobbed in the licks made against him, blue eyes connecting to you, before smirking beneath to interrupt his ambitions. But it was almost as if this only acted as a means of motivation. His tongue became more focused around your clit, sensations deepening by the insertion of not one, but two fingers. 

"Drew!" You gasped, almost to scold him, until feeling him turn you on your back. Without a word, you were set with one leg on either one of hod shoulders as be returned to your sex. Only now, in pure carnivorous expertise. 

"Oh my God....Drew...fuck..."  You breathed quickly, almost pained, as he led you even deeper against him. His expressions of focus and occasionally pride were impossible to validate in majority as he was a man on a mission in feasting you to that close edge. 

"Don't...come..." He explained with a break, breathlessness and self-satisfaction seen in his order, all before he returned again. 

The sound of the front door coming open behind him would pull his focus just enough to return you to reality. 

"Drew?" But it wasn't until the sound of your name that you would move onto your elbows. 

"I wanted to hear you, baby..." He moved over you, hovering as if to kiss you, but only to act as a distraction to remove your bra. 

"But it looks like that I'll just have to make you scream then..." One hand fondled your breast, paying close attention to your nipple. Capturing behind his teeth, he rolled it until it taunted you in pain, mending this by a suck. 

"Ahhh..mmm..." With a hand to the back of your neck, your head came to a rest in his large palm. His tongue was shameless but determined as it drove up your neck and jaw after beginning at your breast and rising up over the clavicle. 

"But this time..." He unbuckled his jeans. The metal of the keys hung on their loop validating each of his movements until they were silenced when colliding with the floor. 

"I'm just going to have to make you tremble..." The groaning made of his name set his hand to your jaw. Softly but enough to direct you tk him. 

"Quietly." Suddenly he was at your sex. Your body suddenly flushed a thousand degrees as he inched slowly into you. Passion and need behind this insertion as your nails ate into his muscular arms. 

"You feel so perfect..." He praised you while the bed squeaked beneath you both. It was set in disregard as you offered each other that rise to ecstasy that had been foremost on your minds since those feelings of friendship was first held in consideration to this. And it showed behind every motion. 

While growing slick with perspiration, you were offered the kindness of a friend but the desperations of a lover. Where a kiss would be necessary to both silence and validate his care, a wicked tongue commanded you into quietude. With fingers alternating between the sheets beneath you, your hair, and your skin, a devoted set of dominant digits sourced for your pleasure at your clit. The thrusts made were gradually quick but thorough, only to contrast in brutal poundings when he needed to feel you even deeper. 

"I wish you would have told me sooner...could have felt this good," He wrapped one hand into your hair, leading you to rest at his lips, "Could've made YOU feel this good-" He grunted as you took your hand quickly around his wrist as he kept you lifted this way. 

"Drew!" 

"Coming for me?" You nodded. His hand slipped around the back of your neck as he returned you fully to your back, but only to direct you over him in a straddle. His cock or his hands never left you during this shift as you remained wrapped into him. 

"I wanted to be soft-" 

"Fuck me. Drew please just fuck me-" 

He forced his way deeply into your clench around him, a mix of pain from depth but kept pleasure surging through you, as he wrapped one hand over your mouth. 

"I promise you can scream all you want next time, baby...my baby-" He grunted, losing himself to you for a moment. "But right now-yes....JUST like that...." He felt you moan into his fingers encircled by your tongue. But you needed more. 

Your hands pressed harshly into his chest as you forced him onto his back. 

"Baby-" 

"I'm gonna make you come, Drew...and then I want you to make me." He corrected you, hand moving from your thighs to your neck. 

"Together." He corrected as you nodded. 

You rode over him in waves, his cock flexing to your intentional clench and his jaw tensing to the unintentional pulls. The most perfect of aches developed at your thighs as you glided over him in perfection. At times, his hands were soft and a means to stabilize you, but mostly, they are into you for his own selfish need that you adored. 

"Yes!" 

"YES-" He grunted, his own back arching as you pulled your palm over mouth. 

"Gotta be quiet-" You were lifted and rolled onto your back, his words and motions a slave to his coming release. 

"Not when you feel this fucking good. I don't care who hears us...I'm too close and you're too fucking tight...SHIT-" As you smirked in lifting a hand around his mouth, he was quick to correct you by returning you flat. 

"I feel what I do to you. Hear what you do to me." He set his forehead at yours, riding out those final thrusts as you tightened around him, reaching your own climax in the process as he was quick to follow. 

By the time you could walk, night had fallen. 

"You realize there is no way in hell you're leaving now, right?" 

"I'll have to eventually-" You reminded as you reached for the bedroom door. 

"Not without me." He kissed you sweetly before you rejoined the family. Even though it was clear by your presence, the smile of your faces, and that final validation of his fingers interlaced with yours, nobody had said anything. 

At least until you sat at dinner. 

"It was about time! Now all that's left is to get you two married." His mother teased as you choked on your choice of alcohol and he smirked, rubbing your back. 

"Maybe start with a date." You smirked before Kdessa leaned to where both of you could hear her. 

"I'm expecting an honorable mention in your wedding toasts...maybe your first born having my name as their middle." She teased as you shook your head, "telling me it isn't possible with the way you just fucked?" You and Drew both looked at each other before looking back at her. 

"Yeah...we heard…”

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[planetkiimchi]

the hard choice | ready, set, love

featuring: day, almond, paper, son, valentine, chun (from thai drama “ready, set, love”)

word count: 1.4K words

warnings: spoilers for the drama (last episode), lots of angst.

summary — my take on the last episode of “ready, set, love” because i wish we knew what son was thinking at the end (and i really love them and can't let go yet).

"I'm not going."

Everyone stopped short in their tracks, gazes filled with questions that were too difficult to voice. Day stared at Almond, brows furrowed head cocked. Don't do this, her pleading gaze said.

Son didn't bother trying to dissuade Almond. He could see it in his brother's eyes—were they even brothers? For they were unrelated by blood, yet brought up together. Almond's jaw was dead set, but his eyes were filled with desperation. Don't make me choose, he implored Day.

Son fought the urge to cross his arms as he stared Almond down. Almond didn't spare him a single glance, but Valentine tugged on his arm, forcing him to look at her.

"Please come with us. I'm begging you."

"I... can't." Almond's voice broke, and Son saw the monster in him fighting desperately, the part of him that wanted to leave warring his his need to comply with the rules. Because even since they were kids, Almond had always been the law-abiding one, the oldest, the most responsible. The one who hated being late and always saw through their lies, who discouraged all of their rebellious acts.

Most people had a rebellious phase in their teenage years. Son definitely had had one, though not half as bad as Max’s. The latter had always felt the need to act up more than Son, always wanting to be the one in the spotlight. Butt it was difficult when the person he was fighting for attention with was the perfect, sought-after, dream son Son. Son was aware of Max’s attention-seeking tendencies, but he assumed that letting Max win would hurt his pride more than if he didn't win.

However, in all 28 years of his life—or at least the 25 of those years that Son had been alive for—Almond had never been rebellious. He was a follower of rules, and when he had agreed to Day's plan, Son had been rightfully suspicious.

"He's never been one to break the rules. He's the one that's the most likely to discourage us from breaking the law, yet he's choosing to join us now. Why?" Son had asked Day.

"Why do you have to be so pessimistic? Can’t you just be happy that your older brother is on our side?" Day had replied, and Son had dropped the subject.

Well, look at where that left them now; Valentine clinging onto Almond's sleeve while Day and Paper hovered near the door of the van.

"I know what you did." Valentine looked like she was about to cry, her eyes brimming with tears, but—admirably, if you asked Son—not a single drop slid down her cheek. "I know you told Jenny about our plan."

The look of betrayed hurt on Day's face gave Son the push he needed to speak. If Almond didn't want to go with them, that was his choice. Even if Valentine was upset, she was Day's friend, not Son's. He had no qualms about taking Paper and Day out and away from that hellhole if it meant leaving Almond behind. They were already leaving two brothers behind, what was one more? Son could live with that.

But betraying them all? Innocent, naïve Paper, who had initially refused to believe that his mother might have been forced to give him away to the Farm? Day, who'd never loved Almond the way he loved her, but had chosen him again and again, giving up her chance with Son so this plan of theirs could succeed? Valentine, who'd gotten shot and risked everything she had, just to get them all out, including Almond?

If Almond had betrayed all of them, Son would speak. For Paper and Day, who were too stunned to. To give a voice to the pain in their hearts.

"How could you betray us? I had my suspicions when you agreed, but I never thought you'd sell us out."

"Let's please just go, Val. Leave him," Day said, having regained her composure.

"No. I can't. Haven't you wondered why I refuse to leave Almond, even after knowing he betrayed us?" Valentine's voice cracked. "He's my brother." Turning to Almond, she continued, "So, please, come with us. Your mother is searching for you—she has been, for your entire life. Your mother wants to meet you. She's waiting for you. Our mother is waiting. Please, come with us."

Almond shook his head, almost like he was trying to convince himself that he couldn't possibly go. "No, I can't. The Farm is my home." With that one sentence, Almond shattered all the remaining, fragile hope Son had harboured in his heart, leaving nothing but shards of piercing hurt in its wake.

To Son, the Farm had always been a prison, the physical manifestation of the government that had stolen his parents from him. But to Almond, the Farm was a place of luxury, one that had provided for all his needs, the home in which he had gown up. It would be cruel to force him to go; but it would be crueller to make the rest of them stay.

Day wrapped her arm around Valentine. "He's made his choice, Val. We have to go." As she turned, sorrowful eyes meeting Almond's, Son realised that maybe he was the reason Almond didn't want to come. He might not want to come just for his brothers, but if Day had chosen him instead, it might just be enough to make him go. Perhaps the knowledge that the girl he liked was in love with his brother was too heavy a truth for Almond to face every waking second.

Yet, no matter what consequences it entailed, Son would choose Day, every time, over and over again. Perhaps it was selfish of him. But he had grown up in a space where he had to fight for what he wanted, and he definitely wanted Day.

He'd like to believe Day wanted him too.

Paper climbed into the van, Valentine following behind and collapsing in the seat beside him. The tears had long since flowed past the barriers of her eyelids, streaming silently down her face.

Son was the last one into the van. Moments before he shut the door, he turned to see Almond, meeting those gentle eyes that had accompanied him for practically his entire life. In a fit of spite, he slammed the doors in Almond's face, looking away. He never wanted to see his brother again.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Paper whispered, staring blankly past Day.

It really wasn't. Not when Almond had always been the best big brother there was, the one who comforted them when they were down, who had taught Max how to cook and read Son stories so he could sleep at night. Not when Almond and Jin were close, so close people sometimes forgot they weren't biologically related. Not when Almond was the only one there for Paper when he was distraught hearing about how corrupt the government really was. Steady, mature, responsible Almond. It was never supposed to end like that.

"Tell me, Chun, if he doesn't come, then is everything I've done in vain?" Valentine asked. It was a question Son would never have been able to answer.

"He made his choice, Val. You can't decide for him. You did what you could." If those words had come from Son, they wouldn't have been half as comforting as they were coming from Chun. But when Chun said it in his gentle, matter-of-fact tone, Valentine seemed to accept it, sniffing softly.

Son looked at his brother, and his other brother's biological sister. The best friend of the girl he loved. And, of course, Day. All of them, broken shells of people who'd just had a part of them ripped out and left behind, just because Almond couldn't bear to leave. People who had been willing to make sacrifices to escape, but not losing Almond. Not that, on top of everything else.

And now, Son's girls—for he had come to think of Valentine as his as well, by some odd familial extension—and his brother were right in front of him, hurting. Because of one selfish choice Almond had made.

Son promised that regardless of what was to come, he would never leave them like that. He could never.

In his heart, he swore it on his life.

#blue #blue pongtiwat tangwancharoen #pongtiwat tangwancharoen #ready set love #thai drama #ready set love fic #day #darika chokwithee #kemisara paladesh #almond #valentine #paper #son #🪁 — my works

[ask-healthy-light]

Secret

Celestia: "I do not know for how long I slept, but I startled awake when I heard Warden groaning in pain. When I got close, I saw a big wound under his wing, and offered to help, but he turned away."

C: "Sky said he was alright, even though we both knew he was not. It was the least I could do, so I insisted. Luckily, he agreed, even if reluctantly, so I took his hoof, and told him to squeeze it."

C: "I think I saw his lip quiver just before I began, but that aside; it did not take long to clean and stitch his wound. But then, as I put the needle back in the kit, he fell as he tried to stand."

C: "I caught him as he dropped to the floor. He told me to rest while he stood guard, but I did not agree. Both of us were tired and hurt, but he even more so, because of the wound beneath his wing."

C: "As kindly and politely as I could, I promised I would watch the cave, as it was clear he needed rest, even more than I. I folded my wing across his back, and we laid at the entrance for a while."

C: "I had many things I wanted to ask him. But the day neared, as the night passed, so my questions could wait. For now, he rested beneath my wing, for what must have been the first time in a while."

C: "I hugged him closer with my wing as he shut his eyes, smiling so sweetly… He fell asleep, not long after. I gently kissed him on his forehead, and wished him well. I do not know if he noticed."

A shy, light blush grew unto Celestia's face as she smiled, remembering the soldier who had rescued her. Risking life and limb, he protected her, yet she knew him not, until that moment in the tower.

C: "I shudder to imagine what would have happened had we not met. Even then, I wish our meeting had been in better circumstances. Stuck in a tower, a fleet of assassins after us, and a war going on."

C: "Our best and only hope is to stay together. I know not whither my family has gone nor wherefore the face of the Moon changed, but, with Sky next to me, I feel less afraid. I care for him dearly."

"I hope he knows… and feels the same."

(Thanks for reading this bonus! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send a request!)

Featuring: Sky Warden from @asklostcelestia

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[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Mulan (Disney)

Tagged by @artemideaddams.

Original animated film only – I haven't even seen Mulan II or the live-action remake.

Favorite thing about them: How to choose just one thing? She's one of Disney's greatest heroines. So relatable and funny yet poignant in her initial bumbling and her failure to conform to her society's expectations, yet so clever and resourceful from the start, and so incredibly brave and selfless as she risks death both in battle and by execution in becoming a soldier to save her father's life. She's a great warrior, yet achieves more with her brain than with physical fighting skills, and far from needing to act like a man to become a hero (the message which some ignorant people accuse the film of sending), she saves China by being her true non-conforming self, combining "masculinity" with "femininity," and outwitting the villains with her outside-the-box thinking. Her journey of self-actualization is empowering in so many ways.

Least favorite thing about them: Her flaws are almost too relatable. Especially when people write about the movie and point out how her initial failures both at the matchmaker's and in the army are more her own fault than anyone else's: "Her main problem is that she lacks discipline, which her army training corrects." When they point that out, the messages I feel tempted to take away are (a) that people who are awkward and disorganized and who fail to conform just aren't trying hard enough, and (b) that to cure myself of those flaws, I should be as hard on myself as Shang is on his trainees. I don't think the filmmakers intended those messages, though.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I tend to be disorganized and bad at time management.

*I'm neither a total tomboy nor especially girly.

*I love my family.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I've never been a soldier.

*I've never disguised myself as a man (except when I sometimes played male roles in my childhood acting group).

*I'm not Chinese.

Favorite line:

When she first meets Mushu:

"My ancestors sent a little lizard to help me?"

When Shang asks her name when she's in disguise:

"Uhhh... I've got a name... and it's a boys' name too."

When she's been left behind in the mountains:

"Maybe I didn't go for my father. Maybe what I really wanted was to prove I could do things right, so when I looked in the mirror, I'd see someone worthwhile. But I was wrong. I see nothing."

When Shang dismisses her:

"You said you'd trust Ping. Why is Mulan any different?"

When Shan Yu accuses Shang of taking away his victory:

"No, I did!"

brOTP: Mushu, Yao, Ling, Chien-Po, and her family, especially her father.

OTP: Shang, though I'm glad it's only hinted at in the end – they need more time to get to know each other outside of the army.

nOTP: Her father, the Emperor, or Shan Yu.

Random headcanon: She has ADHD. That would explain so much about her.

Unpopular opinion: Both "Mulan Is Not Like Other Girls" and "Mulan Is Just Like Other Girls" are flawed perspectives. Fans who view her a completely masculine warrior who hates anything girly are wrong, but so are fans who argue against that idea by claiming that she's actually very feminine and likes fancy dress and being ladylike. Really, I'd say that her core personality is gender neutral. It's true that she tries to fit the mold of a traditional Chinese lady for her family's sake, and that fact does make her more interesting than if she had been yet another rebellious heroine. But it's not just nervousness or lack of discipline that make her fail. She genuinely doesn't like it (just look at her face when she sees herself dolled up for the matchmaker in the mirror) and knows it isn't her true self. In the end, it's by being her true self and combining both "masculine" and "feminine" methods – and above all, non-gendered cunning and creative thinking – that she defeats Shan Yu. This is exemplified when she uses a ladies' fan to block his sword, and then uses kung fu and swordplay to pin him to the roof so Mushu can blast him to death with a rocket.

Song I associate with them: "Reflection"

Favorite pictures of them:

#character ask #disney #mulan #1998 #ask game #fictional characters #animated film

[randomwriteronline]

part of @cantankerouscanuck 's Bionicle/LU AU

"Hey. Champion."

That was how they called him, yes. Because he was a champion. Nobody could best him in the colosseum. Many had tried; many had been forced to try. Many had faced him hoping to shatter his teeth and cut off his spine, or at least he imagined that was the goal - as that was what Skakdi did when fighting between themselves for turf.

He wasn't too interested in keeping trophies. Which explained why he had blown them all up to smithereens.

Wild turned around in his cell to see who had addressed him.

Ah!

The Hordika.

He'd seen him before, yes, he had. Fairly often. His employer was the one who held Wild's leash, after all. The Vortixx on whose behalf he had to fight. But he was nice, a balm for sore eyes.

The Skakdi bared his teeth wider in a grin.

"How are you?" the hulking Kavinika-like Toa asked as he settled a little closer to his cage. "Seemed like a rough fight, last one."

"Hm," Wild replied: "Not so much."

"Your arm looked pretty battered in the end."

"It's alright."

"You need it, you do know that. How would you ever manage to get proper results, exploding things with only one hand?"

"I can do that no problem."

"Yes, but think of the lack of symmetry."

The slave fighter laughed heartily, making the iron bars around him shake with the power of his guffaws. Maybe it wasn't that funny, but to hear such a beast of raw animalistic power talk about symmetry - oh, it was too much for him, far too much for him. He laughed so hard his stomach began cramping.

"I'll consider it," he conceded at last when he could finally speak without risking choking on his own breath.

Twilight smiled back. He paced back and forth along the cage gingerly, trotting with a pep in his abnormally elongated limbs' step; if he could have, he would have gladly snaked into the prison to lean onto the powerful fighter.

He had a soft spot for the little Skakdi, he had to admit, even if calling that hulking mass of destruction 'little' might have seemed like either a cruel joke or an oxymoron. It remained that Wild was young, despite his undeniable strength, and something about that kicked off the instinct of some Rahi or another into him: he often found himself agreeing with the antsy part of him thar ached to demolish the cage and tear him away from that world - he would have rather had the kid go off and play with cubs his age, instead of having to survive death match after death match with few precious minutes between them to regain his breath and lick his wounds clean of the sand and shredded armor pieces.

But what would have happened then? A roughhousing gone wrong? An accidental death? A life on the run for manslaughter? That sort of bloodthirsty struggle was everything Wild had ever known, and he wasn't likely to forget it just as soon as he was out of that circle.

Besides, he couldn't have left Midna like that.

"I am serious, little champion," he said again: "Take care of yourself. I'd hate to see your pieces pillaged one day, and you know I mean it."

A monstrously large finger snuck out from between the bars and gently scratched at the Hordika's armor: "It won't be me losing out there," he promised. His voice was a mixture of reassurance and overconfidence. "There's nothing they can throw at me that I haven't fought yet."

"So you think. You'd be surprised how many creatures there could be in this world of ours - and don't forget that the Makuta live to make more of them every day."

Wild shrugged: "Nothing I can't handle."

For now, Twilight did not add.

He tensed suddenly: his head snapped to the door, backbone arching towards the ceiling to appear somehow even larger than he already was, limbs flattening into a preparatory pounce, ready to stop the approaching threat in its tracks.

The Skakdi turned alert as well, just for a moment. Then the half Rahi relaxed: ah. A known scent, a known step, a known face.

The Vortixx walked in without a single fear, strolling about like she owned the place - which she didn't, not yet, as the arena cells were so kindly provided by Xia itself; what she did own were the powerful beings, one caged, one free, who greeted her arrival with fairly respectful nods in her direction.

"Rise and shine, Heel boy," Midna apostrophed her slave fighter: "I'll be needing your brawn in just a moment."

"What for?" he asked despite Twilight's apprehension.

Of course he knew what for, generally. Skakdi might come in a bit of a dim variety sometimes, but even the stupidest can tell when someone wants to unleash a good old fashioned carnage of any kind.

He simply was a little curious about who, or what, he would be needing to unmake with his own two hands.

She smirked, orange wires wrapped around her neck glowing gently with wicked satisfaction: "Nothing much. We'll just be paying Cia's toys a visit - to gift them a nice, long, painful trip back to their maker. Hopefully in a practical box."

Wild grinned.

'Hopefully in a practical box' was always a fun way to send someone to Karzhani.

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requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

warnings: none, except for a few curse words. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors

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Tides thrash inside

Baby, I'm high octane

Fever in a shock wave

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Thomas Shelby was both the best thing and the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

He was just like a pack of cigarettes, the ones he oh-so-loved. Beautiful, entertaining, addicting— but dangerous at the same time.

You never argued, no, but his lifestyle compared to yours was complete madness. You'd met on the front; you, a nurse, had aided him after he'd gotten an injury on his leg which prevented him from walking properly and therefore could compromise his proficiency at work. After that, he would send you letters any time he was able to do so, and even managed to get you a flower once.

Yet you think we're the same

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

You weren't born in Birmingham, but you were from London. Your family wasn't rich, nor it was poor, hence your mother would say you were “lower middle class”. The aforementioned didn't like Small Heath; she had spent a few years of her life there, and she always said that crime was commonplace and you couldn't trust anyone. You never trusted anyone anyways, so you didn't see the problem in visiting the place.

When Thomas had finally told you where he came from, fearful that it might lead you away, you wrote “Yeah, so?”. He was quite surprised by your reaction, but shrugged his thoughts off immediately. He was too enamoured to think about your provenance, and so were you.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

After the war ended you decided to start officially courting each other (that's what your family wanted after all), and you both felt happy. You imagined having children, two or three at least, and Tommy promised countless times that he would provide for you and give you the best things he would.

The Peaky Blinders and the whole of Small Heath started feeling more like home, and the women of the family had welcomed you with open arms. Especially Polly.

Unfortunately, you were too enamoured to see that there was something Thomas kept hidden. It was something a handful of people knew, that not even Polly was aware of at first. She suspected that he had an affair, that he was messing around with that blonde-haired bartender at the Garrison; hence, she warned you. “I don't care whether he's my nephew or not, y/n” she'd said “You don't deserve to be treated like this”

You couldn't bear to live in doubt. Therefore, on a rainy day, knowing that the Peaky boys were at the Garrison, you walked there and asked to talk to Thomas. At first, Harry was hesitant to let you in, but your glare and ominous-looking hat that you were wearing convinced him otherwise.

And so you confronted Thomas. You both went outside, in the pouring rain, and you demanded an explanation.

“What's wrong with you, Tommy?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're hiding something from me. Pol told me, and I want to know. Are you fucking around with Grace or not?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Of course not!”

“You really think I would cheat on you with a fuckin' barmaid? You think so lowly of me? You consider me to be a kind of husband that cheats on his wife just because?”

“No, but Polly—”

“It's not about Grace, y/n! There's something hidden— a cargo, something very big, and I don't want you to get hurt! Do you understand?”

“Yes. However, I don't like that you don't tell me things. I decided to be with you, didn't I? I accepted to become part of this. I am aware of the risks that there are in being a Peaky Blinder, and I don't want to think that you're cheating on me when it's just really something harmless”

Play casino holes of my eyeballs

Roll the dice on my thighs

You stop for breath and I sped up

Just to impress you

Thomas loved you more than ever. He did, really. And so did you.

You started going to the Garrison more often, and Thomas chuckled when he saw you talking with Grace. He knew what you were doing— analyzing her, that is— and he could notice that the blonde-haired woman was doing the same to you.

What Thomas found so attractive in you, she couldn't understand. But as much as she tried to, she couldn't get under Thomas's skin.

He was too in love with you, too enthralled by your smile and your beautiful eyes filled with curiosity. Sometimes, he said, it seemed like you were a baby seeing things for the first time.

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days

I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all

I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all

After some time, in late October 1920, Thomas asked you to be his wife and you got married not soon after. You felt like bursting with happiness— you were going to be officially a Shelby, finally!

But what you didn't know that marriage was going to be your downfall. Marrying Thomas was a great deal, and it caught the attention of lots of people— both good and bad. The whole family vowed to protect you, the girl coming from London that got the heart of a Small Heath boy, but there were times in which it was inevitable for you to get hurt.

Thomas was a great man, you were aware of that. And you were also aware of the fact that he was awfully good-looking and the eyes of every woman in the society were on him.

In the bathrooms, when you went to restaurants or pubs of any kind, you heard the voices of those harpies saying that he deserved something more— not a grey Londoner who was surely after his wealth and prestige. Little did they know, you'd met him way before the Blinders became as powerful as they were in that moment.

Nonetheless, it made you feel sick to the stomach. People's words were like a Black Widow's bite— it hurt you deeply. You never told Thomas, in fear that he might have overreacted or something, but be noticed nevertheless.

You were his wife after all. His one and only, his true love.

And he was your husband. The man who'd turned your world upside down. The man who had promised you the world and handed it to you, just like that. He was the love of your life, and you were more than proud to say that you were a Shelby.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

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Becoming Jonathan

Chapter One

Fic Summary:

After being stabbed by the sword full of heavenly fire, Sebastian Morgenstern had just enough of the man he was supposed to be still buried inside. Just enough to survive the demon blood being burned out of him. Newly filled with emotions he had never experienced in his life, the Shadowhunter must deal with the events that have occurred and the Clave that is set on punishing the man responsible for all of the attacks across the world. Sebastian Morgenstern had been raised to handle anything thrown his way, but can he handle all of this as Jonathan Fairchild?

Clary took a deep breath. She recalled a conversation she had with Sebastian when they had been in Paris. He had wanted to know if she thought forgiveness was possible for someone like him. And if circumstances were different, if she could have loved him. Standing here by a non demon blooded version of him, she wasnt sure. But she knew it was a lot more likely than giving Sebastian a chance.

"I don't hate you," she told him finally, looking at her real brother, who was mostly being supported by their mother. "I hate Sebastian. I don't know you."

"I dreamed of a green place once," Jonathan then whispered. "A manor house and a little girl with red hair, and preparations for a wedding. If there are other worlds, then maybe there is one where I was a good brother and a good son."

Clary opened her mouth to reply when suddenly her brother slipped from her mother's grasp, falling to the ground. "Jonathan!" she exclaimed, her complicated feelings being shoved to the side as she fell to her knees next to his unconscious body.

"He's alive," Jace said, noticing the slight rise and fall of Jonathan's chest. "He's just really weak after everything. But I think he's going to survive" He stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder to offer his support and comfort.

"I wish you'd told us about your plan. Jace told us that you had been tricking him the whole time" Simon spoke up.

"I'm sorry but I needed your reactions to be genuine" Clary said, looking over at her friends but still close to her brother.

"Clary,   did S —did Jonathan say how we can unseal the borders?"

Clary swallowed hard, remembering . "He said it wasn't possible. Its forever sealed"

"So we're trapped here," Isabelle said,  shocked. "No. There must be a spell—Magnus—"

"He wasn't lying," Magnus said. "There's no way for us to reopen the paths from here to Idris."

Alec, whose gaze had been resting on Magnus, said,  "You said there was no way for us to do it, meaning there might be someone who could."

"I would have suggested it if I thought it was something we could risk it for. There are some things worse than death. Its one thing to gamble with my own life but to risk anyone else..." He shook his head

"The equivalent is staying here. Let us gamble it for a chance or getting out" Isabelle said, looking at the exhausted warlock. They had to get back. If there was a way, they needed to do it.

Once Magnus saw the others agree, he let out a sigh. "What about him? If this works, what are we doing with him?"

"He's coming with us. I dont know whats going to happen  exactly. Not yet. And its going to take a while to get used to. But he deserves a chance at least. He doesn't have demon blood anymore" Clary said. "We can't just leave him here"

"Alright" Magnus said, glancing at Jonathan.

He looked away and focused on summoning his father, who he had sworn to himself he would never summon again. He noticed Alec looking concerned when Magnus mentioned his father, but he couldn't change his mind again. They wanted to risk it. And Isabelle was right about how being stuck here was basically being dead. And they deserved to live. So whatever his father asked of them, he would do his best to pay in full. No matter the cost on himself. They were young. They deserved to live and be happy.

A tall man, as pale as bone, in a pure white suit stepped out towards them. Magnus' face was expressionless, wanting to get this over with. He couldn't bring himself to look at his father directly. Not for long.

"Father," said Magnus. "You came."

The man smiled.  "My son, it has been quite some time since you  called on me," he said  and turned his  smile on the others. "I am Asmodeus," he said. "One of the Nine Princes of Hell."

"You're Magnus' father?" Alec questioned in a strangled voice.

"He is. Alexander, I did warn you that this wasn't ideal" Magnus said, keeping his expression neutral as much as he could. He should have told Alec sooner.  But he hadnt been ready. And then he broke up with him, which had been a difficult decision. And now they would never be together again. He knew what his father would ask for as payment, and he knew he would comply if it meant everyone else was okay.

"I don't see what the fuss is about. I have been the father of many warlocks," said Asmodeus. "Magnus has made me the most proud."

The words from his father nearly made Magnus flinch. Pleasing Asmodeus wasnt something he'd think of as good. However, if he hadnt, then his father might have drained his life sooner. The last time he had summoned him.  "You can open a door, correct? Send us through to Idris, back to our world?"

"Would you like a demonstration?" Asmodeus asked and sent Luke and Jocelyn back with the snap of his fingers. "That was free. For the rest of you, it will cost something"

"I know what you want, and you can have it. ut you must swear on the Morning Star  to send all my friends back to Idris, all of them, and never to bother them again. They will owe you nothing."

"Wait, Magnus, what does he want? Why are you talking like you wont be coming back with us?" Alec questioned.

"There is a time when we must all return to live in the houses of our fathers. Now is Magnus's time" Asmodeus said before Magnus could. "I will be taking his immortality away from him as payment"

Alec's expression was one of anguish. He knew well from the breakup that Magnus didn't want this. So he did not like the sound of that at all. His heart ached painfully for Magnus. "But if you're taking away his immortality, won't he start aging normally? Why can't he come with us?"

"Once its done, all of the years I've lived will come rushing back, catching up to me." the warlock answered

"You'll die" Alec's voice was quiet, pain in his eyes. He could barely manage the two words but forced himself to continue speaking to see if he could change Magnus' mind. "No. No! You cant-"

"I have to" Magnus said. "Its the only way all of you will be able to get back home. Otherwise you'll die here. Its the right move to make, Alexander"

He looked at his last lover, pain visible in his expression. He hated to hurt him. It had crushed him to break up with Alec and avoid calls from him. And now he was making Alec never see him again. But this was the only way he would be able to survive. Perhaps he could find love again. Be happy with someone else. The mere thought hurt Magnus but also gave him a sense of relief at the thought of Alec being happy.

"You won't touch him," Alec said to Asmodeus, his voice like iron. He turned to Magnus again. "If it could be taken unwillingly, he would have done it already. So say no. Be here with us. None of us would trade your life for ours. We don't want you to die"

"Alexander, I have lived for a long time. My life can be over. All of you are young. You deserve to be able to live your life as long as you can. And I'd gladly give up my life if it means you and everyone you care about gets to go home" Tears were in Magnus' eyes.

When he had first met this group of shadowhunters and Simon, he hadnt expected to care about them as much as he did right now. He saw Clary grow up, seeing her once every two years. He had cared about her a bit, even if it was mostly just business. But he even found himself liking Jace now and wanting him and Clary to be able to live out a long life with hopefully no great war after this. And Alec... Alexander... He was Magnus' first shadowhunter lover. Magnus had been attracted to one before, but it had never gone anywhere and he hadnt loved him. With Alexander, he had known the shadowhunter would be his last love. Though he had hoped he would be able to be with him longer.

"Not everyone I care about. I love you" Alec replied, tears in his eyes as well. His breath shook a bit as he realized he couldn't convince Magnus to change his mind.

Magnus placed a hand on Alec's cheek, wiping away the tear that had escaped. "I love you too. I had known you were going to be my last love, but I hadn't expected our time to be cut so short, my love."

"Let me stay with you. I dont want a better world. I just want you. Even if it means I'll never go back. Let me be here"

Magnus was a little stunned at Alec wanting him over going home. It still never failed to surprise him just how much he meant to the shadowhunter. He had loved passionately before. He had stayed with a lover until they died of old age. But despite his love in the past, no one made him feel more loved than Alexander, despite the issues in the past that they had faced.

"No, Alexander, once my years catch up to me, and they will pretty quickly, there won't even be a body left. You'll just be here with nothing but the memory of me. And you'll end up dying too. No, you deserve to go back home and try living out your life, even if it has to be without me in it"

Alec couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Magnus close to him, unable to bare the thought of not doing this before it was too late. His hands clutched Magnus as though Magnus was the oxygen he needed to breathe. Magnus kissed the shadowhunter passionately, pouring every ounce of love he could into that kiss. Alec needed to know he was loved and how deeply. He needed to feel the thousand things Magnus wanted to say but didn't have time for. The warlock clutched to the shadowhunter just as desperately as Alec was. Neither wanted to let go.

"I'm willing" Simon spoke up, causing Magnus and Alec to pull apart.

Isabelle paled and said, "No, Simon, no!"

"I'm a vampire. So I'm immortal. And I haven't been one long, so I won't die by having my immortality taken from me. Magnus and Alec can still be together and alive. Everything's okay. It's the right thing to do"

"Azazel told me of you," said Asmodeus, his eyes suddenly shining. " A vampire is not interesting, but a Daylighter! You carry the power of the world's sun in your veins. Sunlight and eternal life, that is a power indeed."

"Yes," Simon said. "If you'll take my immortality instead of Magnus's, then I give it to you. I am  willing," he finished, ignoring the pleas of Isabelle and Clary, and with a glance around at the rest of the group, he set his jaw. He couldn't let his best friend or the girl he loved sway his opinion. This needed to be done.

"I shall take your immortality away and turn you human. There is one morething I want from you. One more item to sweeten the deal."  Asmodeus said with a grin on his face that caused Simon, as well as everyone else, to feel uneasy.

"What?" Magnus's voice shook. "What is it you want?"

"His memories," said Asmodeus. 

Simon's lips parted open as he looked at the Prince of Hell. He hadn't expected that. "All of my memories?" he asked, his voice sounding strained. 

"I shall take the Daylighter's immortality, and along with it, his memories of the Shadow World—all his memories of all of you, of all he has learned, of all he has been. That is my desire" The Prince of Hell reached out quickly and grabbed Simon, drawing him closer to him. Isabelle moved to get Simon away from the demon but let out a gasp as she was struck. She put her hand to it, looking shocked. 

"Leave her alone," Simon snapped, and wrenched his arm out of the demon's grip. He moved to stand between Isabelle and Asmodeus, unable to bare the thought of him hurting Isabelle again. "My memories of the Shadow World? So I won't remember any of them?"

"No, you will not even  remember Clary, who you knew long before she knew she was a shadowhunter" 

Magnus looked as if someone had stabbed him. "There it is," he whispered. "The trick at the heart of the game. There always is one with demons." 

"He will live. He will have the life of an ordinary mundane. He will have his family back; his mother, his sister. Friends, school, all the trappings of a normal human life." 

“Stop!” Isabelle stepped forward, her whip in hand, her eyes burning. “We know your name, demon. Do you think I am afraid to slay even a Prince of Hell? I would hang your head on my wall like a trophy, and if you dare touch Simon, I will hunt you down. I will spend my life hunting you—”

Alec wrapped his arms around his sister, and held her tightly. “Isabelle,” he said quietly. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?” Clary demanded. “We can’t let this happen—Jace—”

“This is Simon’s choice.”  Jace's eyes were locked on Simon’s. “We have to honor it.”

Simon's head was spinning, though as he stood, looking at everyone and especially Alec and Magnus, he knew he didn't have a choice. Not really. It was either this or Magnus died or they all stayed trapped here. Simon couldn't let that happen if he could help it. He would live. But he wouldn't have the memories of a world that had become far more important to him than he had expected. He wouldn't remember Clary. He wouldn't remember Isabelle. That thought was nearly enough to stop him in his tracks. But he didn't let it. He couldn't. 

"I will give you what you want," Simon said, forcing himself to ignore Isabelle and Clary's sounds of protests, "but let me say goodbye. They deserve that at least"

"I hate goodbyes. However, Yes, yes, you can have your goodbyes to your friends, but if you take too long, I may choose to retract my offer" Asmodeus said, though Simon knew he wouldn't.  Not with how much power he would be obtaining and how much he had lost because of everything that happened in the past couple of days.

Simon turned towards everyone again, and suddenly Clary was in his arms, hugging him. He hugged his best friend in the world back, knowing it would be the last time he would ever be able to. Clary had been such a crucial part of his life since they were 5 years old. He had started crushing on her quickly but never said a word about it until they were 16. Now, he no longer had those feelings, but the bond they had between them was still strong. He couldn't imagine a life without her in it. Yet very very soon, that would be the life he would live, and he wouldn't have the slightest idea that the people missing in his life, in his heart, existed. 

"I'm sorry" Clary breathed out in his ear. "I had tried to be the one to pay the price. I never wanted it to be any of you"

"I know" Simon replied, reluctantly pulling away from her. "It's... it's okay. I mean, all things considered, nobody is dying. As much as I want to be in your life and a part of all of this, I couldn't let anyone die if I could help it"

"I know" Clary said, swallowing hard. "I understand. I just... you're my best friend. One of the few people I can't live without"

"You'll figure it out" he said. "I don't know what kind of life I can live with false memories and missing all of you, but its alright." It was a lie of course. Simon hated this so much he could barely agree. But he would for them. He just didn't want their last conversations with him to be him being pitiful. After all, he wasnt going to be the one remembering all of this. They were.  "I'll be okay. Just.... be careful. Balance your fighting and your art. Whatever you choose to do about Jonathan, just know I support you completely. Even when we won't be able to talk anymore, just know that I'll back up your decisions in a heartbeat"

"I know. You've always supported me. Whether its my art or my fighting" Clary said with a small, sad smile. Tears were in her eyes, but she wasn't letting them fall.

"Remember you're Clary freaking Fray. You can do anything you set your mind to. And you've more than proven that. I hope things go easier for you now and you all can get a break after everything with Valentine and Sebastian. You deserve to live out your fullest life you can as a Shadowhunter. And you, all of you, can make necessary changes to the Shadow World. And you'll do it the right way. I know it. There's no one I'd rather put the future of the Shadow World in the hands of."

"I love you, Simon" Clary breathed out in a shaky voice. 

"I love you too, Clary" Simon replied. They both knew they meant in the platonic sense of the word. They were family now, like siblings even. Clary meant so much to him but not in that sense. Not anymore.  Simon stepped away from Clary and walked over to Jace. "Take care of Clary. Not that she needs it, but- And if there are supernatural issues that come between you both again, talk about it. Not avoid her and just eat Mangos and tomato soup while camping out at someone else's place" He said pointedly, remembering full well the shopping trip they took together when Jace had been having nightmares about killing Clary. 

"I never want to do anything like that to her again if I can help it" Jace promised. He hated hurting Clary. That time had been even more difficult to him than thinking Clary was his sibling. Just the mere thought of hurting Clary had been torture for him. But constant dreams about killing Clary? It was excruciating. 

"I know" Simon said, looking at him. He turned to Alec and Magnus. "Both of you fix your issues and be happy together. You clearly love each other a lot and deserve to be happy. I know its more complicated than that, but work it out"

Magnus nodded a little, unsure of what to say. It wouldn't matter anyway if the soon to be mundane wouldn't remember.

Simon took a deep breath and went over to Isabelle Lightwood, the girl he had fallen in love with. He had saved her for last because he knew it would be incredibly hard to say goodbye to her. Not that it hadnt also been incredibly hard to say goodbye to the best friend he could ever ask for. But she had gone to him.

"Simon...." Isabelle said, her breath shaking a little at the thought of saying goodbye. She hadn't expected to fall this hard for the vampire, but now she couldnt think about living where he had no idea who she was. Yet she was about to. At least he was going to live, she thought painfully, looking at him.

"Isabelle Lightwood. I'm not even sure where to start saying goodbye to you" Simon admitted. "Though perhaps by saying I believe this will be a see you later, not a goodbye"

"A see you later?" Isabelle questioned, forcing back tears with difficulty, which only caused Simon's heart to ache even more. Isabelle Lightwood was not the kind of person to cry in public if she could help it. But here she was, seconds away from breaking down in tears at the thought of losing him

"I dont believe for a second there won't be some part of me trying to remember you" Simon said. "I dont think you should just wait, letting life pass you by, wanting my memories back. But I do think part of me will be fighting to get back to all of you. Doing the best I can with the little I have."

Isabelle pulled Simon into a hug, closing her eyes. She didnt want to let her geeky boyfriend go. She was going to miss him.  She was going to miss his movie references. The way he told her Star Wars as a bedtime story. How he used his D&D knowledge to help them. How while he saw her looks and loved them, he loved far more than that and her ability to fight. Most guys, that was all they saw. And while she was confident in her looks and fighting was a big part of her life, Simon loved everything about her, even how horrible she was at cooking. (Though being a vampire, he didn't really have to taste test it).

"Find some way to remember me if you can" Isabelle said quietly in his ear. "Remember something at least"

Simon hugged her back closely. "I'll do the best I can to" he said, slowly pulling away. "I remember when Jace told me you would break my heart. But it turns out in the end, I'm the one breaking yours"

Tears began streaming down Isabelle's face, despite her best efforts to hold them back. "I thought this was a see you later?" she sniffled.

"It is" Simon said firmly. "I love you, Isabelle Lightwood. More than I can put into words. I hadnt expected to love you as much as I do, but now I can't imagine it any other way. That's why I know deep down I will still love you, no matter what comes next"

"I love you too, Simon Lewis" Isabelle said, drawing him into a kiss of desperation.

They both clung to each other tightly, not bothering to be gentle. They knew each other could handle it, and all they wanted right now was each other until it was time. Tears were streaming down Isabelle's face, and a tear of blood escaped Simon's. Both of them were trying to say everything they didn't have time for. Everything they couldn't put into words. They hadn't been dating for a long time, but it was obvious they had really fallen in love.

"It's time" Asmodeus said. He had let goodbyes be said to enjoy their pain. However, now he had enough. Simon and Isabelle pulled away from each other.  Asmodeus pulled Simon close, his hand sliding up to press against Simon’s chest, as if he could reach through his rib cage into his heart. “We begin here. Are you ready, Daylighter?”

"I am. Send Jonathan to Magnus' apartment in New York. If he appears in Idris, I doubt others will listen to reason." Simon said, looking directly at him, not hesitating. He had made his choice.  Asmodeus held him tighter, and Simon gasped, his eyes flying wide open; his hand went to his chest. “My heart—” he gasped, feeling it starting to beat again. He was a mundane again. He was alive.

But then his memories started being visible all around him as they were being drawn out of him. He could feel it all slipping away and tried to find something inside to hold onto. Even if it was something small. Something to let them know he wanted to remember if they checked in on him. That he could.

And then they were brought back to their dimension. Clary and Isabelle both immediately looked around for Simon, but he was nowhere to be seen.  Tears shined in Isabelle's eyes as she looked at Clary. “Simon’s not here,” she said. “He’s really gone.”

#the mortal instruments #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #jonathan fairchild #clary fray #simon lewis #magnus bane #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #sizzy #malec #tmi fanfic #jace herondale #fanfic #tsc #shadowhunters

[smartycvnt]

Over It

pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

summary: you get injured during a match and seth has a hard time dealing with it.

The meeting about ring awareness and safety had been a big deal after Big E broke his neck. Nobody thought that they'd be going to another one so soon after that one. And yet, in a matter of seconds, it happened again. Every so often, Vince remembered that you had been feuding with Shayna Baszler, and gave the two of you a match. The two of you worked well together, your flashier moves and her brutal attacks made for an interesting combination. This match was going to end in a count out, so neither of you would really win it. To set that in motion, you jumped from the ring post to the announcer's table, where you'd kick Shayna down on the way.

"Are you okay?" Shayna asked as she pulled herself over to where you were laying. There had always been the risk of overshooting it, but you hadn't expected to quite so much. You completely cleared Shayna, who had moved to try and catch you anyways, and caught your leg on the back of the table and a steel chair. There had been a sickening crack when you hit the ground, but you hadn't been sure whether or not it was the table or your leg.

"Get me out of here!" you screamed out in pain. Shayna rolled away from you and stood back to let the medics take you away. She leaned against the ring for a moment to think over whether or not there had been something else she could have done before going backstage. Unsurprisingly to her, Seth was waiting at the gorilla for her.

"What happened out there?" Seth looked frantic, like every ounce of rational thought had escaped him the moment you took that hit. "Did you even try to pull her back?"

"And what, break her neck? I couldn't have grabbed her without it being worse than it already is. Seth, I am sorry, I really am, but I think she's probably lucky it didn't end worse." Shayna should have known he wouldn't listen to her. "Just, go be with her. She's in pain and probably freaking out, so instead of yelling at me for this, comfort Y/n."

"She'd better come back from this." Seth left it at that and left to get to you. You were already pretty hopped up on pain killers when he got there, which meant you were able to calm him down quite a bit.

"Sethie!" It was a nickname he hadn't heard from you in forever. It'd never been spoken seriously, mainly when you were drunk or making fun of him for getting mad at a game. "They won't let me move around."

"Well, maybe that's a good thing," Seth said, much to your dismay. You reached towards him, but the restraints only get you move so much. He got the memo, though, and leaned down give you a kiss. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I fucked up out there. That table was not as far away as I thought," you chuckled. Seth frowned you making light of the situation, even if you didn't know better. He didn't keep you up too much longer, but he doubted that he would have been able to if he wanted. You fell asleep, a few doctors updated him on your injuries putting you out for at least six months, and then he finally let himself relax enough to fall asleep as well. There was no point in being in a bad mood in the morning when he broke the news to you.

"People are talking about you. Everybody's wishing you a speedy recovery," Seth told you as he scrolled through his Twitter. You smiled, but got noticeably quieter. While he had been gathering your things to bring you home, you'd been chatty and very animated. At the first mention of your return, you shrunk back into yourself a little. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not going back Seth. I've never been more terrified in my life. I can't do it again, and let's face it, even with a good recovery it won't be the same. Better to quit with the run I've had than to keep going and ruin my body even more. There's more than just my own ambition to think about now. You make me want more than just a career," you told him.

"So, you're done?" Seth asked and you nodded.

"Yeah, I guess you could say I'm over it now. Time for me to find something else, something safer." Seth looked conflicted, but he let you make this decision yourself. It wasn't his career, and he couldn't make that decision for you. Even though he did think that it was a genuine shame that you were stepping away.

#seth rollins imagines #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins #seth rollins x reader #wwe imagines #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

"I wish Bucky was my boss, and he found out that I submitted my resume to another company and he blackmails me."

Warnings: dark content and implied nonconsent, blackmail, threats, implied voyeurism. If you fail to acknowledge these warnings, you proceed at your own risk.

Requested by: anonymous

Please reblog if you read and leave your thoughts. Thank you to those who submitted and I hope you like the drabble.

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Interviews always make you nervous. Your doubts wait with you, tweaking your nerves and setting your leg to jiggle as you balance on the edge of the chair. You want it to be done with but more so, you want the job.

You thought your current job was the one when you got it. Now, you're eager to return to office life; a chair, a desk, a cubicle, and set hours to start and finish. Besides, no suit would be able to track you down as easily as Bucky Barnes.

You try not to think about him. You can't help the paranoia. One day, you tried to sneak in some Starbucks as you were already running late to let his maid in his walk-up and he caught you in line. You really weren't sure why he needed you if he was just going to micromanage 

It was easiest when he was out of town. His missions kept him distant and let you chill and watch his place as you scrolled through TikTok. Yet, that wasn't an option anymore as his assignments were increasingly close to home. 

You dread the inevitable conversation should this one turn out. Your name is called before you can chicken out and you stand to follow the woman back to the conference room. She lets you in after wishing you luck, announcing that Alec is waiting for you.

You enter and stop short. You blink as you look between the two men and Alec introduces himself as he stands and offers his hand. Bucky stands as well and smiles as you peek at him.

"I hope you don't mind, Mr. Barnes has worked with us before, he helped with our security," Alec explains, "I saw him listed on your resume and so I reached out."

"Um, okay," you sit as he offers a chair. It's strange but you don't dare say so.

"He says great things so far. I was just curious to see you go from an office to assistant work and now it seems you're coming back," he continues, "and Mr. Barnes is a trusted associate for our company, we appreciate his judgement."

"Yeah, erm, sure," you fold your hands together, "that's fine."

You force a smile and once more glance at Bucky. He nods and sits back. His face falls and his jaw clenches as Alec scans your resume.

"And so we'll go back to your previous office before we touch on your recent work," he says. 

Bucky's eyes cling to yours as you gulp and acquiesce. He metal fingers curl to a rigid fist as it rests on the table.

"She's a great worker," Bucky says, "I'd hate to lose her."

"That's good to hear," Alec says, "that she's a good worker, not… the other part."

You hesitate and look at Alec. It occurs to you that he may be just as afraid of the man next to him as you. No doubt, he could at least feel the building tension.

"So, let's start easy," Alec clears his throat, "what were your duties at Halsen?"

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You know you didn't get it the minute you leave the room. You want to scream. You want to cry. Instead, you bottle it up and toss the copy of your resume in the trash.

As you get to the street, your phone rings. The tune gives away the caller and you know you have to pick up.

"Guess that was your notice, huh?" Bucky growls.

"I… I didn't think you'd care. It's just a job," you argue, "but I'll be sure to ask your permission what to do with my life next time."

"You didn't answer me," he insists, "you quitting?"

"Do you really think that went well?" You say in irritation. 

Silence. The line dies and you turn to head for the underground. You nearly walk straight into Bucky as he pockets his phone.

'We need to talk," he says.

"So, you're firing me?" You ask.

"I didn't say that," he scoffs, "I'd like very much to keep you."

"Why? I suck at this job," you scowl, "we both know it's not working out."

He huffs and checks his watch, glancing over his shoulder. 

"There's a cafe around here, better than that Starbucks shit," he says, "I think we should sit and talk."

"Look, I'm sorry but this isn't going to--"

"Hear me out," he raises his palms then slowly points at you, "or I'll see you at the next interview."

"Fine," you relent, "we'll talk."

He smiles, pleased, and gestures you after him as he turns on his heel. You catch up and he leads you down the street. He shows you to the black exterior of the facade and holds the door for you.

Silently, you wait beside him and order a black coffee, too nervous to think of all the specialty flavours.

"Actually, she'll have the raspberry parfait latte," he interjects, "I'll take an americano."

"Black is fi--"

"Here," Bucky curtails you as he swipes his card, "go find us a table, doll."

You hesitate but don't argue. You do as he says and sit near the wall. You have a few minutes to brace yourself before he nears and places the creamy drink before you.

"You like sweets," he says as he takes his seat, "especially those caramel chip cookies I hid in my night stand."

"Oh," you cringe guiltily, "sorry, it was just one."

"I'm not mad, not about that," he says, "but what pisses me off is the secrecy. It feels like betrayal."

"It's a free market, gee, I didn't think--"

"You didnt." He snaps, "if you had a problem with the job, you coulda come to me. We could've talked--"

"I don't understand why you're so upset. I'm doing you a favour. I'm always late, I'm forgetful--"

"You get the job done, eventually," he waves you off, "look, you don't like the job, alright, it's not for you but… I can find you something else. Something close."

"Really, I just--"

"Let me talk, doll," he interrupts as he hits the table enough to make you flinch, "you're not getting that job or any in this city without my say so. Doesn't matter what you do, I'll know and I'll be there. I'm not letting you go that easy."

"I really don't--"

"You interrupt me again and I'll drag you out of here by your hair," he snarls and you shut your mouth and recoil.

"You're right, you're shit at the job, big deal," he snorts, "I don't want you playing keyholder anymore. I got a better idea."

You watched him, too nervous to speak. He grins and runs his fingers along his short stubble.

"The perks are better. Anything you want, you got it," he wraps his hand around his mug, "you just gotta do the same for me."

You blink and shake your head.

"And what I want from you…" his eyes trail down, "has nothing to do with money."

You sputter and look around. Your conversation is unnoticed among the New York apathy.

"And if I agree to keep the job I have right now?" You venture.

"Too late," he says, "you already gave that up, doll." He takes a sip and hums, "go on, have your drink. You don't got anywhere to be."

You hug the cup with your hands and look at the melting cream. You suck in your lip as your mind races. It can't be. He's playing some trick.

"I'm serious," he assures you as you feel his toe poke yours, "seeing as you always look so cozy in my bed, it won't be too hard a transition, huh?"

Your eyes flick up guiltily. You should've known he kept cameras in his place.

"Oh trust me," he winks, "I saw everything.'

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #corrupt a wish #request #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #avengers #captain america

[husbandohunter]

Moments of Despair #1 [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: “The man who was on fire and realized it too late.”

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Albedo's despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death, graphic depictions of violence perhaps

(A/n): Had these ideas for a while after reading @/serensama To Mourn series of another fandom. So much sorrow and feeling I just was inspired to write 😫

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The moment you fell lifeless in Diluc's arms, he wanted to disappear.

It was raining again, he had always despised the rain. How it trickles down the slope of your cheek, like tears falling from the heavens. The sight of it mixing with your blood creating a thin stream of red rivers flowing beside him. They patter down obnoxiously because time didn't care, the gods don't care, the world didn't care. You were just a small fragile person to their eyes but to him you were his light. A candle that used to shine in his dark world was now dissipitated by the waters of reality.

Many droplets have passed and he was still holding you. Diluc could do nothing but stare. He hadn't shed any tears nor could he make a coherent sound. Perhaps it was because his tears have long run out when his father was held in the very same way. Or it was because he was heartless. He's usually told for being cold and indifferent. But the pain clenching in his chest was proof that he still had one (proof that it was still beating), much to his dismay. It would be better if he didn't.

So why can't he just look away? Your wounds, your bruised features, everything now etched so deep into the back of his conciousness that is was starting to awaken his worst nightmares. They were the source of the bile growing in his stomach. The irony stench filling up his nostrils felt so sickening. He couldn't turn away. You're dead. You're dead. You're dead. As if reality had yet to register, or maybe he refused to accept it, Diluc helplessly gazed down your body with blank and empty eyes.

"Master Diluc..."

Jean's voice called out to him pitifully. He rises up with his back turned, ignoring the stares given to him, "Leave. The knights of favonius are not needed here."

"But she's a Mondstadt citizen," The anemo user retorts, slightly taken aback by his impassive reaction, "It's my responsibility to ensure this case doesn't go unnoticed."

Unnoticed. Diluc scoffs in his mind, what a tasteless joke.

"It seems you weren't listening," he announces as his head was turned ajar so they could see the deep hatred glowing red in his eyes, "Leave. Now."

Jean's lips trembled before barely being able to say, "Alright" and retreating her knights back to the city. Kaeya narrows his gaze at his bother, the sorrow was evident through his pupils. He steps forward until he was arms length away from his brother. Too little too late, another failure was added to the belt.

Kaeya was a man of many words but for once he was at loss of what to say. No underhanded suggestions, no ideas taunting him to spill his thoughts, he simply asks Diluc, "What are you planning to do now?"

Silence. Kaeya couldn't predict what sort of expression his brother was making as he looks at your corpse. It brought a heavy weight of unsettlement upon him and here he thought he had already grown used to his brother's quietness.

Slowly, he turns around while letting the water pour down his face. Kaeya tightens his jaw as Diluc drags his feet towards him, stopping when their shoulders were parallel, "It's none of your concern."

"You're just going to leave her here?"

There was a slight pause which was enough of an answer. The Cavalry Captain sighs when he watched him walk away, what was the point of asking when Kaeya knew Diluc so well? He glances at your form before swiftly shutting his eyes.

It was his concern.

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A week later, the staff of the Ragnvindr household could hardly recognize their Master's appearance. They knew not to bother him when he decides to lock himself in his chambers. Diluc drowns himself with work from hours to no end as he connects the findings of the person that took your life. As expected, it was one of his enemies- a fatui member. The question was, which one?

"Master Diluc, I beg of you, please take care of yourself," Elzer pleads.

The pyro user didn't bother to spare him a glance or look at the tray of food he carried.

Food...you always brought them whenever he had to work overtime.

"I do not remember specifiying anyone to be allowed in my office," he voices aloud, "If it's related to business affairs simply leave that with Adelinde and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

"I understand. But you've been working all day and night yet refusing to take any breaks in between. At this rate, you'll harm your health."

The feather pen in his grip kept dragging it's course, "This is beyond the duties assigned to you Elzer."

"That's because it was a request sent by your father," he adds, knowing that stepping over his boundaries may cost him, "If Master Crepus was still here, I'm sure he would have said the same thing."

Taking a deep breath, Elzer lays out his last card, "And also your wife."

The pen slows into a halt.

No one had brought you up until now. Elzer anxiously watches his Master shifting in his seat, his red bangs covering half of his face but he could still see the frown pressing firmly on his lips. It wouldn't be a surprise if Diluc suddenly bursted at him for mentioning such a sensitive topic, all that matters was his master's well being and Elzer was willing to risk everything for it. But nothing. Diluc turns his attention ever so slightly at the tray he carried.

"Fine, but I'm not eating that."

"What? Wasn't this was her favourite-"

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Elzer furrows his brows before sighing, "...No, Master Diluc."

He exits the room while carrying the fresh dish of Once Upon A Mondstadt that you loved so much. The door closes with a soft click and he was alone again.

People found it strange how Diluc seemed so vacant to your passing. He didn't even show up at your funeral. Instead, he continues his duties as a Mondstadt nobleman like usual while taking care of business matters associated with the winery. Except those who were close to him could see the difference in his actions. Apathy, he was so mechanical in every task he did. Like a marionette attatched on strings, a doll without a soul. After all, his soul died the moment when yours did too. What remains was a shadow of Diluc and a being existing solely for revenge and duty. He was nothing but a remnant.

Fatigue begins to wash over him and he fights to stay awake. Because once he gives in it will all be over. Once he closes his eyes, he would see your face with a multitude of images from the past. He would hear your voice calling out his name from a distant space as it echoes off the walls of his mind. He would fall into a dream where you were still with him and as always, waking up to see that it was never real.

I should have pushed you away.

Because what hurt Diluc the most wasn't that you were gone, rather, it was how you were still here.

Then you'd still be-

Something breaks and it turned out to be the pen he was holding so tightly. Only now Diluc realized how fast his heart was thrumming as beads of sweat began rolling down his forehead. Focus. Don't waste time. He won't grant himself the liberty of anything when your murderer was still on the run. Every wound they inflicted on you was going to be returned in tenfold. He'll make sure of it. That's why, he refuses to think about you at all. Diluc occupies his mind with other matters since at this point, work was the only efficient method of keeping his sanity in tact.

She needs you to focus.

The door opens and Kaeya enters the room while holding a document, "We found the guy."

His reaction was immediate, "Where?"

"Hm, now that we meet, it's actually quite debateable," The captain notes wryly, "When was the last time you've gotten proper rest?"

"I don't have time for this, either you tell me or I'll do it by force."

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh, "Apologies but you don't seem to be in any state for a fight. I'm sure you know how it would end up if you were to face your enemy right now."

"..."

"Diluc, this isn't healthy," Kaeya asserts, it's been a while since he sounded so sincere, "I'm not here to prevent you from doing what's necessary however, perhaps it would be better if I finished it in your stead."

"No," Diluc stubbornly answers, "Hand that over."

"...Heh, then there's really nothing I can do to stop you it seems," he whispers with a sad smile, "At the very least, be careful."

"I intend to," The pyro user snatches the paper parchment out of Kaeya's hands before opening the window, "Also, if Elzer returns, tell him there's a few errands I have to take care of."

The night was a full moon and the sky was empty, Diluc leaps off the edge and disappears into the darkness. There was no telling of what could happen next. Since you weren't here, it was up to Kaeya to watch over him.

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The claymore dropped to the ground with a clang as it soaks up the blood of the fatui he just killed.

Diluc was tired, so tired.

He slumps down against the wall from pure exhaustion, all that adrenaline and hatred went up in fumes, leaving behind whatever was left in his heart: nothing. Two hours, not even that far from Mondstadt, the fatui hid in an abandoned building as he cowarded for his life. When Diluc arrived, he never expected this monster to be so weak. This was the person who murdered you? A pathetic nobody that was simply following orders? This was the reason why he lost you forever?

In the end, the only one to blame was himself, for being weak and unable to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero ("Darknight hero," you'd always tease), the rock that shields you just as you had been the warmth he longed for many years, did he give you enough? Was this enough? He thought avenging your death would grant him a peace of mind and the justice you deserved but deep down, he knew it will never be enough when it comes to his love for you.

"Diluc."

He closes his eyes, he hears your voice. He was so tired, it wouldn't be a surprise if he started hallucinating.

"Diluc."

"I'm sorry..."

The man lets out a trembled breath as he apologized to the image of you in his mind. I'm sorry I failed you. They were repeated like a mantra in hopes to reach you somehow. Of course that was impossible, his feelings, his emotions, love and sorrow altogether will never reach you again. And your arms that once comforted him and brushed his hair with a soothing voice, saying everything will be okay, where are they now?

"Diluc."

"Stop," he didn't want to hear your voice.

"Diluc, I'm here."

"Stop..."

"Diluc..."

He jolts his eyes open and lets out a yell, what was he saying? He doesn't know. All he needed now was to drown out the fake voices mocking in his head. Diluc grabs the nearest object and shatters it against the floor, the dam was broken and it flooded uncontrollably, breaking everything in it's way. The abandoned house was filled with loud cries of a man sobbing with agony like a broken-hearted child. He crumbles to his knees and falls to his side, lifting his forearms while clutching his face.

And screamed.

Archons, what did he do to deserve this? Why do the people he cherish get taken away from him? Diluc never wanted to be the Darknight hero if it meant having his father perish in his arms. He didn't want the feeling of stabs against his chest with every breath he took. He didn't want to feel cold while knowing it was because you weren't here to hold him. He didn't want your voice, your pictures or your memory.

He wanted you.

"(Y/n)..." he chokes. Rolling to his back, Diluc moves his arms to cover his eyes, letting the tears run down to his ears, "(Y/n)..."

For who knows how long, he lays there in the abandoned building and mourns. Diluc doesn't have the strength to move from his position, he found himself staring mindlessly through the cracks of the roof when his voice had gone hoarse. The corners of his eyes still burned and his head was throbbing with so much pain. Maybe he should just stay here but the thought of being in the same room as your murderer was unfathomable.

Picking up his claymore once again, Diluc drags himself out of the door. Where would he go? It's not like he had a home to return to because home was when he was with you. A doll without a soul, the marionette moves as if the strings have commanded him to do so. Where ever it takes him, he didn't care. He just knew he had to go.

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc x reader #jean gunnhildr #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact jean #kaeya alberich #Kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact angst #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #tragedy #nya-writes

[mywritingonlyfans]

One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

——————-

Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

———–-------

You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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[robinofgothamcity]

scenario: you start seeing Jon which leads to the two of you having to hide it from your family and especially Damian.

pairing: jon kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can you tell my kent family hyperfixation hasn't left yet? i swear it's becoming an issue lmaooo but this might actually be the longest fic i've written for this blog.

you talked with your friends who you had snuck into the gala with. Rachel had begrudgingly agreed to come to meanwhile Cass and Steph were the only other ones who agreed to come on their own accord.

"Damian, your only friend is here," Dick said, earning a kick from his younger brother before getting up and leaving you and Raven alone. you knew it was a rare occasion that she even decided to show up so you didn't want to leave her alone. "we probably won't see my brother for the rest of the night. whenever his friend comes, it's like everyone becomes a background character. for him being my adopted 'twin' brother, I have yet to meet this friend."

Raven laughed as you saw the wine that the couple on the dance left on your table drunkenly. the bottle was little more than half-filled and you gave one quick look to Raven before pouring the wine into both of your glasses and discarding it right away.

"to not having fun for the rest of the night," you giggled as the two of you chugged the wine down in a mere few seconds, "drier than I thought it would be but it beats having to pay for it," Raven muttered as you agreed to sneak another bottle from the bartender so you wouldn't have to pay for it. even with your dad paying for all your necessities, the drinks at his galas were far too expensive for you to even willingly pay for them yourself. the only reason why he even paid for all your expenses was because you agreed to skip out on college to help run some parts of Wayne Enterprises with your brother.

another reason why you couldn't exactly go and pay for it yourself was because Bruce was not one to exactly be chippy at the idea of you getting plastered drunk at one of his public galas. "I got one of two ideas. one: I'll go flirt with the bartender and you can sneak behind him and get the other bottle or two: I can flirt with the bartender for enough time to see if he'll just willingly give it to us," you told Raven as she nodded with option two.

the bartender happened to be in his younger 50s. you recognized him from previous WE events and although he was familiar with your family, you doubted that he would say anything to your dad about you flirting him with. all you had to do was push the top of the dress down a bit and hike up the bottom to get his attention.

"hey Martin," you said, leaning up against the bar table and smiling, "enjoying the night?" you asked as you saw him flinch back in surprise. he nodded, trying to divert his eyes from looking at you in anyway you could have felt to be disrespectful.

"I was thinking, how much does the bottle of Lafite Rothschild go for?" you asked, giving him a pouty face. he gulped nervously, "almost ten grand ma'am," he replied, grabbing it from the wine stand, "even for me? I mean, my dad must've paid for it so does it even go for that much considering I am his child?" he asked.

you could tell that you had caught him in a predicament, "I would assume not, I assume you're twenty one, right?" he murmured, handing you the precious bottle. you smiled (a fake one that anyone could see through) and nodded before giving the old man a light kiss on the cheek, "thanks Martin, I appreciate it," you said, giving him a wave before leaving.

Raven perked up seeing the bottle in your hand, "snagged a ten thousand dollar bottle," you said excitedly as you waved it in your hand. Raven stared at you in shock, "you got a ten thousand dollar bottle in less than five minutes?" she exclaimed.

you giggled before whispering in her ear, "the benefits of being a child of Bruce Wayne is that you can practically get away with anything. especially when you're the daughter." you popped open the bottle as you handed her the wine glass and poured the drink with care. you gave her a slight cheers before taking a small sip and being pleasantly surprised that it wasn't as dry for a wine with a huge amount of alcohol percentage.

as the night progressed, you and Raven got actively more drunk. you hadn't realized how hard the wine had hit you until Raven was drunkenly getting pulled home by Gar as you sat at the table with a little less than the bottle still full. you hadn't seen your dad or brother all night and you figured they must've been pulled into doing Batfamily work at some point and left you alone with Steph or Cass. hell, maybe even Dick if he was still around.

you weren't actively apart of the vigilante work all of your siblings did but you did help them out with the technical parts of it when Tim wasn't available. you didn't really like fighting or risking your life so after you graduated, you interned at Wayne Enterprises under Tim's orders while Damian worked under your dad.

at the age of twenty-one, you still hadn't met most of the league for the exception of Wonder Woman and The Flash. the rest were strangers in your head and much to Damian's luck, he wanted to keep it that way. at least in his case with Jon.

"ow, I am so sorry," you slurred as you managed to hit someone on the shoulder. he chuckled seeing as how you were not attempting to get up, "you okay there ma'am?" the man with a southern accent asked. you giggled as you attempted to get up, "I'm ( your name ) and you are?" you asked.

"Jon Kent, pleasure to meet you," he said, kissing your hand. you blushed as you heard one of your favorite songs come through the speakers, "would you like to dance?" you asked, not even caring that you had met this just a few mere seconds ago. he nodded, figuring that since Damian left him stranded at the gala, he had nothing to lose.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played throughout the ballroom. Jon immediately took the reigns as the lead as the lights got dimmer and you danced against Jon sensually. "what got you dragged here?" you asked Jon. "my best friend invited me as his plus one. you?" he whispered in your ear, "I work for the company so I kind of had to attend," you managed to say before turning around and facing him.

you looked at Jon with drunken yet loving eyes, "you're handsome, you know that?" you said with no hesitation in your face. Jon laughed, placing his hand on your cheek, "right back at ya, darlin'," he replied as the song switched to another one of your favorite songs.

side to side by ariana grande started.

you shrugged, feeling as though you had nothing to lose and got up on your toes gave Jon a kiss on his lips. he was slightly taken back but played it off by returning it. the two of you remained kissing through the entirety of the song until Jon felt a familiar tap on his shoulder.

"I gotta go but if you're up for it, I'd love for ya to give me your number," you nodded excitedly as you practically snatched his phone from his hand and typed it in as quickly as possible with your name having a hundred emoji's next to it, "text me in the morning!" you screamed.

Jon laughed before following Damian from behind, "you suck, you know that!" Jon exclaimed, "I meet one girl I actually like and you drag me away!" Damian rolled his eyes, "please, you act like there isn't more girls out there to hit on." this time, it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes, "I got her number so I guess that's a plus."

you woke up the next morning with a pounding headache but to a few messages on your phone. you smiled realizing that it was the boy you had met the night before.

"good morning...or actually good afternoon!"

Jon laughed from his side of the phone.

"good afternoon darlin'. I hope you had a good sleep."

you were texting your way down the stairs, greeting Alfred and Bruce before grabbing a plate of lunch and sitting down on the bar top. "what time you'd make it home?" Bruce asked, sensing the hangover you had. "a bit past midnight. drank a bottle of Lafite with Raven before dancing with a boy you invited," you said honestly.

Bruce felt himself go stiff at the admittance of you drinking the Lafite bottle but remained silent as Alfred placed Advil and one of your Gatorades next to you. "yeah, whoever must've danced with you last night must've been drunk too because you'd want to dance with you?" Damian said coming down the stairs.

you threw him a fork, Damian dodging it with ease, "I'd shut up if I were you. I'm actually getting coffee with the guy in like an hour," you replied, chugging down the rest of the food before getting up and going to your room, "yeah and I pray for the man who now has to deal with you," Damian screamed loud enough for you to hear.

you pulled on a skirt and tights before slipping on a sweater and fixing your hair and quickly doing your makeup. you grabbed the keys from your bag and took the back entrance to get to your car. one of the benefits of getting paid so much was that you were able to afford cars that were out of price range for a lot of people your age.

the coffee shop you decided to meet Jon at was a few blocks into the heart of central Gotham. you got a table farthest from the crowd as you didn't want any attention on you and your potential boyfriend. you saw Jon approaching at the front of the coffee shop and pulled on your sunglasses so no one outside could see who you were.

"nice to meet you, this time with me not being drunk," you told Jon, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, "pleasure is all mine sweetheart," he replied, putting his arm around your shoulder. you got up to the front of cashier and scanned the menu.

"I'd like a venti mocha with oatmilk, what about you?" you asked Jon as he scanned the menu nervously before muttering that he hardly orders coffee. you smiled, "and an order of a grande peppermint hot chocolate," you added on as you took your card out, Jon's eyes widening at the black American Express card.

"wow, Wayne Enterprises must pay you really well," he exasperated, "yeah, I guess you could say that," you said as hesitantly as possible. after the two of you got the coffees, you got back to the table as you took off your sunglasses in a sigh of relief.

"do you really wear sunglasses everywhere you go?" Jon asked. you debated on telling him the actual reason but decided on a vague answer, "eh, it's more for secrecy. I guess if I get another date, I might tell you the real reason," you winked, making Jon blush.

+

through the weeks, you decided to keep the biggest part of your life a semi secret to Jon still. he knew vaguely of a few things but one mistake on your end managed to throw all of that away in more ways than one.

you were walking downtown with Jon, his hand grasping yours as the two of you roamed an area of town that you knew didn't have major significance to WE. you were holding a coffee in one hand as you walked about a few things that happened to you that week to Jon. it wasn't until you walked towards a busy street that your heart fell to your stomach.

a huge billboard, like signs you would see on highways, of you and Damian representing Wayne Enterprises stood in the middle of an intersection. you stared at the ground, your one secret given away as Jon stared down at you, a look of shock in his eyes.

"wait, you work with Damian Wayne?" he asked as he could tell that you did not want to look at him. you sighed, a bit scared, "work partners might be a little too far from what we are," you gulped, finally realizing that you had to admit to your family ties.

Jon looked at you, now more confused than shocked.

what you didn't know was that at the same time that you were about to confess everything to Jon, a paparazzi had taken dozens of photos of you and Jon that were immediately uploaded to various Twitter accounts and gossip magazines.

"Damian Wayne is my adopted brother. Bruce Wayne is my adopted dad. that's why I have a lot more money than any regular Wayne Enterprise worker."

Jon immediately stumbled to the ground, not expecting that answer coming from you. you immediately felt tears hitting your eyes as you figured that maybe Jon didn't want to be with someone so rich and famous. someone's whose family was always in the spotlight.

"DAMIAN WAYNE IS YOUR BROTHER?" Jon screamed, catching you off guard as this was the first time Jon had ever screamed at you. you nodded, trying not to look at him in the eyes, "he's going to kill me. your entire family is going to plot my murder. I'm a dead man. Clark is going to find me in a ditch," Jon started talking to himself.

it was now your turn to look at Jon confused, "wait, what?" you asked, wiping your tears. "YOUR BROTHER IS MY BEST FRIEND. Damian Wayne is Robin and I'm Superboy!" he whispered the last part, "I've been dating my best friends sister this entire time without realizing it!" he screamed.

you finally connected the dots. every time Damian said he was going on patrol with Superboy meant that he was going to hang out with Jon and every time Damian said that Jon turned down a patrol session usually meant that you were going on a date with him. both of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

"small world, eh?" you asked, trying to defuse the tension, "guess we better figure out a way to tell them, huh?" Jon replied as you both heard your phone going off with texts and calls. you opened it to see that Dick, Bruce, Tim, and even Jason and Alfred were frantically calling you.

"hello, what happened?" you asked, picking up Dick's call. "GET HOME NOW!" he yelled through the phone as you heard Damian's screeching voice from the other side, "why? what happened?" you asked, staring at Jon now in fear.

"SHE'S DATING JON? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM BEFORE I KILL HER!" you heard Damian scream before something broke, "pictures of you kissing Jon came to the public on Twitter and he saw them," Jason said, half annoyed.

both of your hearts fell to your stomach as you realized it was now or never. everyone knew of your relationship and it wasn't even something both of you tried to do intentionally. you grabbed Jon's hand, yours shaking in fear as you got into the passenger side of his beat up red truck. he could tell you were beyond scared to go home and he now knew it was time. he had to man up before it got worse and you attempted to break up with him.

once you arrived to Wayne Manor, you sat still, not moving an inch. "it'll be okay darlin', I promise it won't be too bad," he murmured as he opened your door. you nodded as you hopped off and started walking towards the door.

you could hear Damian's yells still going on from the other side door as you opened it. you grasped Jon's hand and walked into the living space, Damian's eyes immediately looking at you before charging to Jon with every ounce of strength he had. Jason quickly grabbed you as Jon dodged him and Damian went straight to attack him again. you couldn't bare to look at the sight and felt tears spring to your eyes as you hid your face into Jason's side.

"hey, you okay?" Jason asked. he could see the tears in your eyes which instantly made him a bit upset. "enough," Jason screamed, catching everyone's attention. Jon and Damian saw the hurt look on your face and as soon as Jon realized you were upset at the fight he was having, he kicked Damian off of him and walked towards you.

he grabbed your hand and whispered an apology into your ear as he stroked your cheek lovingly, "I'm sorry dear but I wasn't expecting Damian to do this," Jon said as Damian watched the way Jon was treating you. a part of him knew that Jon would treat you right. Jon wasn't like your typical average boy but the fact that neither of you told him is what set him off and seeing you being so lovingly with Jon set him off again.

Damian ran towards Jon again but this time, you shielded him which made him stop immediately, "Damian, stop, please," you croaked. Bruce saw you trying to neutralize the situation and stood next to Damian, hinting at him to quit it, "I'm sorry we never told you but the reason why we never did was because we had no idea who the other was. I didn't know Jon was your best friend and clearly didn't know that he was Superboy and he had no idea I was even related to you nevertheless your sister. please, if it's anyone's fault, it's mine," you explained.

Dick, Jason, and Tim stared at Jon who grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, "and I would have never made the move if I knew she was your sister but we fell in love and it was like a soulmate connection. we were meant for each other and I want her to be in my life. she's it for me," Dick sighed mesmerized as Tim and Jason gagged at the cheesy confession.

Damian growled, "if you even think of hurting her, Clark will be down one son and I mean it. that's my sister and no man will ever be good enough for her. you are my best friend and she might be a pain in my ass, she means the world to me. I will not hesitate to dig your grave and bury you alive if I see one tear of sadness coming down her face," Damian stated before hitting Jon on the shoulder purposely before walking away.

you smiled, your heart swelling at Damian's speech. he never once said anything like that about you and in his Damian way of being, you knew this was his way of accepting your relationship with Jon. you smiled at Jon before giving him a huge kiss on the lips, making your dad and all of your brothers gag at the sight.

"okay, save that shit for privacy, no one needs to see that," Jason said as he walked away. Bruce gave you one look before turning to Jon, "your father knows in case you were wondering but feel free to stay for dinner if you'd like," Bruce said before walking away with Tim and Dick walking away with him.

"I love you," you whispered to Jon as he let out a laugh against your lips, "I love you too and I'm all of this was cleared out." you nodded in agreement as you grasped his hand, "wanna come up to my room? I figured we should catch some sleep before Alfred calls everyone for dinner and Damian starts another fight," Jon agreed, giving you a kiss on your head as the two of you walked up the stairs.

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[tbzloonar]

FIVE MEMORIES OF REALIZATION - TEASER.

❛ i had one purpose, and the purpose was to realize that that incident was the greatest mistake i have ever made in my entire life. ❜

❥ summary: an angel has granted younghoon one more chance to save his friend, and to fix the worst mistake he has ever done in his entire life—which was completely accidental. ❥ pairing: kim younghoon x gn!reader (ft. kim hyunjin of loona!) ❥ warnings: brief mention of death & vague car accident & a description of drowning, lots of swearing my bad ❥ genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, soulmate au ❥ teaser word count: 855 words ❥ a/n: sorry, had to include hyunjin lmao, but hi! this fic is going to be released on may 22nd, once i'm done with my finals (which will hopefully go well) & out of the examination hall, this preview is posted as a thank you for 100 followers! tysm guys<33

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the woman stated in this preview is not the reader, she's the angel. since i've gave her specific physical characteristics, you could imagine her as whoever you'd like. the reader will be introduced later on the fic.

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YOUNGHOON WAS FUCKED FOR SURE.

He couldn't remember anything for shit, and oh the headache he was having right now was the worst. He couldn't even see anything, even though he had his eyes open, and could feel the movement of them opening and closing as he panicked, all he saw was a color darker than the black he knew. He couldn't feel his body on a surface, it's like he was floating.

He figured this was a dream of some sort, but was starting to panic even more as he faded into sleep. His body felt weak. And then, he finally drifted off.

Only a few seconds later, he jolted awake suddenly, trying to regain his breath while desperately practicing any type of breathing exercise that came to his mind. He felt like he was drowning for a full second, hopelessly trying to reach the shore above. But there was no shore in Younghoon’s case, in fact, he had no clue where the hell he was.

He was in a white room, like—completely white. Everything there was white, the bed he was laying on, the chairs around, the tables and—wait, who is that?

There walked in a woman, everything she wore was also white, she had beautiful long and curly brown hair, thick eyebrows with long eyelashes to compliment her look. Younghoon thought she looked beautiful, if he had to say so himself.

She then laughed, “why thank you.”

Younghoon’s eyes widened in shock, did he really say that out loud? He just embarrassed himself before proper introduction.

“No, you didn’t.” The woman responded. She walked into a part of the room that looked like the kitchen, not different to any of the other rooms as it was also white. She poured some water into her cup and used a spoon to mix the solution. “Tea?”

“Um,” Younghoon by now had already guessed that she could read his mind, so he tried his best to keep his thoughts silent. “No thanks.”

“Hm, shame.” She held her white up and walked towards Younghoon, sitting comfortably on the sofa in front of him. 

“Are you an Angel?” Younghoon asked bluntly, not knowing where his sudden confidence came from. He didn’t care though, he did almost die a few moments ago. At this point, he was gonna take any type of risk without rethinking the consequences that would take place.

“Well,” she responded while laughing, “you could say that I am sort of an angel I suppose.”

“So,” Younghoon awkwardly shifted on his bed, looking around the white room for a second inspection then finally settling his eyes on the woman in front of him once more. “I’m in heaven?”

“No, you’re not.” Before Younghoon could panic, she continued. “At least not yet.”

Obviously, that did not help with calming down Younghoon. “What the hell do you mean by not yet?”

“It is as simple as you hear it Mr. Kim,” she addresses him formally which makes the situation even more awkward, at least that’s what Younghoon thinks. But that doesn’t matter now, what matters is that he doesn't know where he is, hell he might even die in a few seconds, depending on what the lady in front of him decides to do. 

“Oh, but it’s not my decision to let you die or not,” she smiles with what seems to be an attempt at a comforting smile, yet it still didn’t help Younghoon feel any better. “Believe it or not, it is yours.”

“This has to be a dream of some sort,” Younghoon curls his body up and puts his head into his hands, “you have to be fucking with me.”

“Unfortunately I am not, I can assure you that this is very much real.” She sighs before placing her cup of tea on the small table in front of her, completely ignoring the fact that he had just swore in the presence of an angel, her. “The car accident that you’ve been in a few hours ago was caused by you, and since it was ruled as an accident, you have a chance to fix your mistake. Right here, right now.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not following,” Younghoon shook his head, “I’m not even supposed to be here, I’m supposed to either die or come back alive, I don’t know! You’re the angel here.”

“Indeed I am,” she stood up and walked around the room, looking around, leaving Younghoon confused from behind her. She paused in her footsteps as she looked at a small painting of a water fountain. After some thought, she looked back at Younghoon with a sigh. “You’ve been brought back to me, so I could help you fix your mistake, and find your soulmate.”

“My soulmate is already dead.” Younghoon angrily spoke up at the mention of a soulmate, “I’ve given up already, can we let that go?”

“I’m afraid we cannot,” she smiled warmly and walked towards him, pointing her finger to his face. “I advise you to close your eyes Mr. Kim.”

Younghoon didn’t have time to react as a bright light engulfed and took over his vision completely.

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[mintelepathy]

“Let’s take the risk together then"

professor!yoongi x reader/oc

word count: 921

genre: idek, fluff, maybe a lil angsty?

warnings: i don't know if it's a warning but there is an age gap of 5 years between oc and yoongi. yoon is 30 in this and oc is 25, (no one is going to jail ok? feel free to imagine them with the ages you want anyway, i just wanted it to be as realistic as possible)

summary: oc never expected her professor to be the same man she's been seeing lately.

mlist

It was hard to focus in your English class when you just found out that the person you’ve been seeing lately was the man standing right in front of the class giving the lesson, and with seeing i mean more than spending time with him as a friend.

Thanks god no one knows about the thing you two have, even you didn’t know how to describe your relationship with him, but one thing sure was that both of you had feelings for each other, but no matter how much you’d like to call him your boyfriend you just couldn’t, especially now that you know he’s your freaking professor. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if he loses his job because of you.

No, you didn’t fall for your professor, you fell for the man you met a month ago at a bar which surprisingly ended up being your professor, there’s nothing wrong with that right? But that’s story to be told another time.

He hasn’t seen you yet, he just got inside the classroom so it might take a while before he spots you. You really wanted to the disappear, what are you supposed to do after the class? Talk to him? Ignore him? You were going insane.

Luckily everything ran out smoothly, the lesson was almost done and he hasn’t laid a single eye on you since he got there, at least that’s what you thought, but something always had to go wrong. You forgot to mute your phone notifications, and not just him was the one looking at you right now, but the rest of the students were.

He didn’t seem shock to see you and if he was, he was hiding it pretty well.

“I’m so sorry” you excused yourself.

“Make sure this is the last time it happens, I don’t allow phones in my class, and this goes for the rest of you as well. You are free to leave now” he did sound a bit harsh but it was totally understandable.

Everyone left the class in the blink of an eye, leaving you both alone inside the classroom, this was your last lesson for today so you weren’t in a hurry to leave. To be honest you were still there because you wanted to talk to him.

You were thinking of what to say while you grabbed your things, but his voice took you by surprise.

“So you are my student” you looked at him as he made his way to close the door.

“And you are my professor” you’ve never felt this nervous around him before.

It was clear that neither of you had an idea of what to say. You were now standing a few feet away from him, and he was still laying on the door, both of you just staring at each other.

It was a matter of seconds before you two started to laugh, what else could you do? This whole situation didn’t change the fact that you were dying to kiss him right there, and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if he keeps staring at you like that.

“What are we going to do now?” he slowly approached you and stopped when he was really close to you.

“I don’t know Yoon, what do you want? This is crazy” you weren’t laughing now, you were death serious.

“I don’t want to push you away because of this” he gently cupped your face in his hands as his forehead met yours.

“This is so risky though” it was so hard to decide what was the best thing to do, it wasn’t like you’ve known him since forever but you really like him.

Lots of things could go wrong if you don’t try to stay away from him now that you have the chance to move one, and forget you met him that night, which was one of the best nights of your life. But you didn’t, you didn’t want to move on.

“I’m willing to take the risk, this is your last year of college, we can keep this as a secret until you finish it” you sighed and closed your eyes.

“Ok” you opened your eyes “let’s take the risk together then” he sweetly left a kiss on your forehead.

“We still need to discuss some things to make this work, do you want to have dinner at my place tonight?” he asked as he made his way to his desk.

“Only if you are cooking for me tonight” your demand made him smile.

“Of course, how could I say no to you?” he seriously needs to stop being so cute or else you’d approach him to kiss him right there.

“I’ll see you tonight then” you didn’t have time to properly say goodbye to him when you left the classroom after you heard students coming towards the classroom.

As you made your way outside the building you grabbed your phone to check who was the person that texted you earlier.

"You look beautiful"

This man.

He actually did see you and you didn’t know. That explains why he didn’t seem shock earlier.

You smiled like an idiot while reading the message, you really were willing to take the risk and keep all of this as a secret is that meant having him.

It’s been a while since the last time you felt like falling in love, and for the first time you weren’t scared to admit it.

He was driving you crazy, and you loved that.

♡

I'm planning to keep writing about them if that's what you'd like.

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