#stopping short of violently shaking him out of love and concern as many a fan has wanted to do | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

parvulous-writings · 3 years

Text

Karl Heisenberg // SFW alphabet

Request: So there was no actual request, I just knew this would cheer up my closest friend.

Dedicated to: @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: A sfw A-Z for Karl Heisenberg, from Resident Evil Village!

Warnings: Explicit language

Notes: Please, have some Soft!Heisenberg, bor. It’s one of the many, many things you deserve. To those who have requested oneshots- I am working on them, please be patient! My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

Not my gif

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s never affectionate publicly. Behind closed doors, though- well maybe he’s not your stereotypical lovey-dovey type, but hey-ho, he shows it in his own little way. A few hugs, but mostly through making you things. Music boxes, little figures and robots that wind up, you name it, he’ll try and make it.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

He’s not a friendly man, typically. He’s cold, and driven only by his motives. It takes a long time for him to warm up to you, but when he eventually does he is always by your side, whenever you should need him. Be it for violence, or for an ear to pour your thoughts into- even though half the time you swear he’s not listening completely.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Heisenberg likes warm cuddles above all others. The kind where he can pull you close and hold you there for a while- he likes feeling you against his chest. It’s comforting to him, after years of no affection and a torturous living experience.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Karl is not particularly skilled in any domestic skill. He’s very mediocre at cooking, and he can’t clean to save his life- his factory is littered with dust and other probably very harmful particles. He isn’t very good in a domestic environment at all, really.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Blunter than a broken pencil I’m afraid. He’s never had to hide something from you in the past, so why should this be any different? He would not want to beat around the bush here, he’d annoy himself with pleasantries and euphemisms.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He’s perfectly fine staying as partners, without marriage looming over the pair of you. Quite frankly, he doesn’t think it’s worth it. “A piece of damn paper to show someone your fucking devotion? Bullshit.”

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Unless you’re shaking like a leaf or have specifically asked him to be gentle with or around you, he’s not going to be. He’ll treat you much how he treats most others- with a little bit of affection for zest and flavour every now and then.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

While he likes cuddles, he isn’t a huge fan of hugs. He thinks they’re too short to show any real affection, and often get in the way of whatever task the recipient is trying to perform.

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

S l o w l y. This man has gone through some stuff, and doesn’t want to get attached to people despite falling for you. Give him a chance.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Okay so he may be “non-committal” in a loose sense of the term, but this man is one jealous motherfucker. And he gets angry. I’m talking punching the wall, lashing out and breaking shit kind of angry. It’s mostly because of a nagging fear that not only will he lose you to someone you think is better or less monstrous than he is, but also in part due to a feeling that because of what he was forced to become, he isn’t good enough to keep you for himself.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He kisses you on your hands or neck mostly. Those are his favourite places to kiss you. He occasionally kisses you on the inside of your wrist. If you have any scars as well, he’ll kiss them.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

It depends. Sometimes he’s the perfect uncle figure, others he’s a whirlwind of rage. If you’re taking him to see some children for a prolonged amount of time, please check how he’s acting and feeling on the day so there isn’t some sort of horrific accident.

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

There’s nothing special about them, he’s usually up long before you are. He doesn’t leave anything like a hot beverage behind, unless it’s a special occasion that he’s remembered- like a birthday or anniversary.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

He often tells you to go to bed before him, as he’s usually working on something, and would rather not have to worry about you being down in his factory and workshop.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

When he’s extremely angry. He gets riled up, then will start to spill facts and secrets while hardly even realising it.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a very short fuse and a violent temper, to say the least. There’s a reason the man swears so much. Though he will often apologise if he’s scared you after an outburst.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remembers the basic things at the very least- Your name, your habits on eating and drinking, what you do to amuse yourself. He’s quite observant, actually.

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

He made you a small music box once. The past part of his day, or his entire week, was seeing your smile as you opened it and listened to it for the first time. It was the widest he’d ever seen you smile, and he loved the feeling it gave him.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Very. One particular other Lord- “Lady Super-Sized Bitch,” as Heisenberg has dubbed her- is very interested in your presence, and Heisenberg has made it very much his business to keep you practically under lock and key to keep you safe. And when Ethan Winters comes around? Ooh, boy. You ain’t leaving his sight.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He does try- through making trinkets and gadgets to both help you and show his affection. Sometimes it may not always seem that way though, with his outbursts and his tantrums.

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

He smokes. You tried to get him to quit once, then stopped when you realised it made him more irritable.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not that concerned. If he’s still kicking... Well that’s all that matters to him.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d feel that something’s wrong, something’s not right- a cog missing from a machine, in a sense. And he hates that feeling.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

This man would die for some ice-cream. You bring him a tub of the stuff- BAM, instant good mood for the next like two days.

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

This man is not fussy, in the slightest.

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He basically doesn’t, he gets so little it’s a wonder he can actually function normally.

#karl heisenburg x reader #heisenberg #karl heisenberg headcanons #re8 oc #re8 village

621 notes · View notes

queentargary3n · 4 years

Text

blessings

SasuSaku month 2020 Day 17

Reincarnation AU - Police Officer Sasuke AU

There isn’t a single day of his life that Uchiha Sasuke isn’t thankful for his life. For his mother’s gentle smile and kind nature, for his father’s silent praises, for his brother’s company and support. He’s even grateful for his loud mouthed, blond, best friend, who annoys him most of the time, but has his back when he needs it the most. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve such great people in his life.

At 24, having graduated college, and finished training in the police academy, he sets up for a bright career as a police officer and hopes to make detective before he is 30.

So, he goes to work every day, knowing he is making a change. Watching over the people he grew up with, protecting his beloved town, and actually doing something about the crime that has begun to infest it.

Sasuke knows his life is good, he was born in a good family, went to a top tier university, he never lacked for anything. He knows that having his family, being able to afford his own place, buy a new car, and work in something he actually likes is a luxury many don’t actually have.

But even as he counts his blessings every day, he can’t escape the feeling that he is missing something. Like there is a hole inside of him, he can’t seem to fill with anything.

He doesn’t remember when his nightmares started, perhaps he’s always had them. Sometimes it’s the bloody corpses of his parents that terrorize him during the night, the sadness of his brother’s eyes, as he looks at him from afar, eyes shining red and spinning unnaturally. Other nights it’s a white-faced man, with snake-like features that hunts him, forcing him to drink potions that taste horrible and burn down his throat, telling him that they will make him stronger. On other nights he dreams of facing gigantic humanoid creatures, dead bodies littering the ground he steps on.

But some nights, he dreams of pink cherry blossom hair and green eyes. The spring girl, as he calls her, cries behind him, begging him not to leave, or stands in front of him as one of his hands reaches for her neck and the other holds lightning, readying to electrocute her, he assumes.

Not every dream is violent with the spring girl, sometimes it’s just him and her. She hugs him or holds his hand as they look over magnificent vistas he’s never actually seen in real life. Sometimes they are children, sometimes they are grown, sometimes he taps his fingers to a strange diamond tattoo on her forehead and she blushes. Sometimes he kisses her and makes love to her. He wakes up to a feeling of sadness and tears rolling down his eyes. He doesn’t know who the girl with the cherry blossom hair is, or why is she a constant in his dreams, but the dreams bring him to tears he’s not one to usually shed. He can never shake the feeling that there is someone out there in the world, waiting for him.

On the day of his annual mental evaluation he is very concerned. He always seems to be expecting something to happen. Someone to attack him or his family. He has so much fear over losing it all, it causes him anxiety and panic attacks in the most unexpected times. He’s afraid the new department psychologist will find out and deemed him unfit for service.

It’s unnerving, feeling this way, because in reality what does he even know about pain? He’s never seen blood; he’s never even had to fire his gun on the job, what could possibly be the explanation for his nightmares? He wonders.

Itachi, who’s on the department of youth and family services, always tells him that is not how mental illnesses work, his anxiety has nothing to do with how good his life is or how lucky he is, and that he should never dismiss his own struggles or be comparing his suffering to others.

Sasuke understands but doesn’t actually believe it.

“I think you should be honest with the psychologist” He tells Sasuke, even if they take you off duty Itachi thinks, but he leaves it unsaid.

“I’m not going to tell her anything she doesn’t ask me… It’s not like having bad dreams makes me unfit for work” Sasuke responds.

“Maybe you should go see my psychic” Izumi chirps in from the doorway to Itachi’s office. “I wasn’t eavesdropping I promise! I was just coming to take my boyfriend out to lunch and I just happen to overhear”

Sasuke only glares at her, he doesn’t like anyone meddling in this, it feels too personal to share with his soon-to-be-but-not-quite-yet-sister-in-law. Itachi gives him an apologetic look on her behalf but says nothing.

“Still those dreams huh? She has really interesting ideas about those! Do you believe in reincarnation?” She asks him.

“That you believe all that craps she sells you, tells me so much, you’re crazy for starters” Sasuke tells her, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“No but hear me out!” Izumi tells him, ignoring his previous comment. “Like, our dreams don’t just make things up, right? You have to have seen those things somewhere, like that girl you keep dreaming about, you met her somewhere, your brain didn’t just invent her, but the circumstances you dream her in don’t match your life, right? Maybe you met in another life! And my psychic can tell you all about that!” she looks in her massive handbag and produces a presentation card that Sasuke takes, out of politeness, but doesn’t bother to look at.

Sasuke doesn’t even believe in that sort of thing, his beliefs always been on the more secular side of things, but even if there is a remote chance he might have lived another life before, where he saw wars, and monsters, and his parents death, he sure as hell doesn’t want to know about it.

So, he goes about his day, entirely forgetting the non-sense Izumi was blabbing on about. He goes to lunch with Naruto, ramen again unsurprisingly, makes a visit to a home for a noise complaint, files his paperwork, and tries to go home early for a change.

He attempted to postpone his psych evaluation as much as he could, that is, until his father, the head of the police department catches him on his way out, and orders him to medical immediately so he can get it over with.

“Go on, you know its protocol, she’s there now” His father chastises.

Sasuke is irritated to no end, but he still obediently makes his way to the new psychologist’s office in the back of the building.

Just keep it simple, don’t elaborate, it’ll be fine, he thinks to himself.

The door to the psychologist’s office is open, so Sasuke stands in the entrance and knocks on the door to announce his arrival. The space is completely littered with boxes and mountains of papers, stacked on top of another and covering the desk in its entirety, so much so that he can’t even see the person seating behind it.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m new, I’m still getting everything settled! Are you here for an eval? Did I get your file? Where are my files!? What’s your name?” She says in a rapid succession.

He stays quiet, so she can gather herself, and takes a seat in front of her crowded desk, and it isn’t until she moves the two gigantic boxes of documents in front of them that he is able to see her.

He sits complete frozen, utterly speechless upon setting eyes on her. Because the person seating in front of him now, is unbelievably and irrevocably the Spring girl.

The shiny pink hair, wide emerald colored eyes and a blushing face he’d never mistake for anyone else’s are facing him now, with a look of surprise on it.

And he is sure his face mirrors hers, especially since the next thing she says to him, is an almost whispered, “Sasuke-kun….”

“I can’t believe this…” She mumbles and looks like she’s about to jump on him, but the look on his face stops her. “Do you… am… do you know who I am?” She asks, a hint of hope sparkling in her eyes.

“The new psychologist… about to perform my yearly eval?…” He responds, unsure of himself.

He can see the deflated expression and disappointment spreading thought her. “Right… I haven’t seen your file… ahem sorry… I think we are going to have to postpone this… maybe someone else can do your evaluations tomorrow, I apologize” She tells him, in a more composed and professional tone.

She stands and grabs a small purse from one of the drawers and tries to make a quick exit.

Sasuke stares at her unable to say anything. He observes every detail he can about her, every slender curve of her body, the way her neat short hair hangs on her delicate neck, and he is suddenly overcome with the image of her, wearing a red tunic instead of the sensible suit, a red and white fan crest in the center of her back.

His hand moves almost of its own accord and grabs her tiny wrist to prevent her from leaving, and she turns to look at him, green eyes wide and full of emotions he’s not able to understand.

“I know you from somewhere” He says, in a statement not a question.

“Do you? I don’t think so, sorry” She responds and tries to shake his hold on her wrist.

“You said you hadn’t seen my file; how did you know my name?” Sasuke asks her, in the demanding voice she remembers so well.

“I… just… ahem… I don’t….”

“What are you hiding?”

“Do you remember something… anything… about me?” She asks, the adorable blush from earlier spreading through her face again.

Sasuke isn’t sure what she means, but now that she’s facing him, he becomes completely lost in her eyes, his instincts screaming at him to hold her, and never let go. “Who are you?” He asks. Because saying, yeah, I remember you from a dream sounds entirely too stupid to mention.

The moment feels as if suspended from time, the atmosphere too suffocating, he’s afraid of even closing his eyes, sure that the moment he reopens them, she’d be gone like every dream he’s ever had.

“My name is Sakura” she says, and her name sounds like music to his ears. “This is going to sound really strange, and possibly unprofessional, but do you want to go get a drink?” She says, biting her lower lip and taking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously.

He only nods his head yes and releases her hand. “Just… how do I know you?” He whispers.

She giggles in response, her face more assertive than before. “It’s a long story Sasuke-kun… maybe… I’ll tell you later” She says, poking his forehead with two fingers before grabbing his hand and pulling him to follow.

He doesn’t know anything about the strange girl with the cherry blossom pink hair other than her name, still he would follow her anywhere. He can’t help but to feel his blessings are finally complete.

#ssm20 #ssm20d17 #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku fic #sasusaku ficlet

103 notes · View notes

shinsorokiri · 4 years

Text

UA Idol | Chapter One

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 2,058

Warnings: Language, big anxiety

A/N: So here’s chapter one! This is the first My Hero fic I’ve ever written and published, so I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it! Now, there’s gonna be a lot of chapters. I’m not sure how many yet, but it will be updated every week, so every Saturday (where I live) is when I will upload! There will also be a tag list, so let me know if you would like to be on it. I have a lot of ideas for this, and I hope I’m able to translate them through writing. Anyways, please enjoy!

UA Idol Masterlist

───────────────────────────────────

You anxiously picked at the number stickered onto your thigh. “Mina, I really don’t think I should be here, this is a lot,” you mumble, motioning your head to the camera crew in front of you setting up. “Oh shush, (Y/n/n). The only reason they’re interviewing us is because we’re cute and are friends and they’re hoping one of us will get through while the other doesn’t and there will be drama, and we both know that if that happens there will only be support. Although I think we’ll both get through. You especially.” You snort at her enthusiasm and shake your head. “Definitely not, but okay. Whatever you say.”

“Okay! Give us your name and where you two are from and if you have any specific reason you’re here.”

“Well, I’m Mina and I’m from Tokyo, and this is (Y/n) and she’s from (hometown). We’re actually roommates and best friends, not to brag, but I’m really here to support her! She’s amazing!”

“Literally shut up, Mina you’re better than me,” you mumble, rolling your eyes at your enthusiastic best friend. “I most definitely am not! Besides, this is a great fuck you to your ex. You know the one who told you that you would never be able to become a singer and shit on you every opportunity he got.”

“Yeah. Thank you for bringing him up.”

“Yes! Thank you for bringing him up! Could you talk about him a little more? If that’s okay?”

You stare at the producer and sigh. “Yeah. Sure, whatever. I had a boyfriend a while back who didn’t support me in my artsy ways. Since he was older, he would always make sure I knew that he thought it was a childish hobby, and that I should grow up and do something that I would actually be able to survive on. He kind of ruined my love for music, but after he broke up with me, I got it back since it was how I coped with it.”

“So, you’re here to get back at him? Show him what you’re made of?”

“Well, no... but that would be pretty dope, not gonna lie, he can go fuck himself,” you say, with a small smirk on your face. After a few more questions about your ex-boyfriend and yours and Mina’s crippling student debt, the producers wander off to someone else. “They are totally using your story for television,” Mina says, and you scoff. “They only use stories for people who they want the audience to vote for, I know how these shows work,” you say, glancing around and having your eyes land on the next poor soul the producers trapped. Looked like it was a very sleepy purple haired e-boy. Damn. He’d for sure make it through if this competition was based off of looks alone. How the hell were you supposed to compete with people who looked like that. “I don’t think I should be here, Mina,” you mumble, tearing your eyes away from him. Unbeknownst to you your gaze was replaced by his as his quick little interview ended. “What? (Y/n), stop with that! What were you just looking at that made you even think that?” Mina asks, frantically searching around. “Well the producers were-”

“Oh my god! Denki?! (Y/n), that’s one of the guys I was really good friends with when we were in high school, come on you have to meet him,” Mina cuts you off, literally dragging you over. “Mina?! Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be here?! We have phones you know,” You watch the blonde with a black streak in his hair tackle your best friend in a hug with an unamused expression. You didn’t want to meet anyone. You were tired. The anxiety of this situation kept you up all night long. Then again, staying up all night was normal for you. At least you looked bomb though. You felt the burning sensation of someone staring at you, so naturally you turn your head in that direction. Your eyes were met with the back of the purple haired boys messy head, but no one was looking though, so you shrug it off. Probably someone just scoping out the competition or something. “Denki, this is-”

“Contestants number 14788 and 14789? Follow me please,” a producer cuts off Mina and you feel a wave of anxiety wash over you. You grip the neck of your guitar tighter than you had been gripping it before. It’s not performing that makes you nervous, it’s performing in front of the panel of world-renowned judges that makes you nervous. And try as you might you can’t hide it. “Oh, shit, sorry Denki, I’ll talk to you after, okay? See ya!”

“Break a leg, Mina,” Denki says as Mina links arms with you and pulls you along with her happy steps. “I’ll introduce him to you after we both make it, I wanna know more about his friend anyways, so he better not leave until I interrogate him,” she starts rambling and you laugh a bit. “Awww, does Mina have a crush on the purple haired boy? Pink and purple go well together, you know.”

“No, she doesn’t. She thinks that you would look great with him though.”

“No. Not happening.”

“Come on, (Y/n), you gotta put yourself out there! It’s been two whole years since he who shall not be named broke up with you, you can-”

“Mina. Drop it. Please.”

“��Okay. So, I’m going first. hopefully I come out with a golden ticket, but if I don’t don’t let that psych you out, okay? You got this you crazy talented bitch,” Mina says, trying to lighten the mood. She knows you don’t want to be in a relationship ever again after what happened with your ex, but she can’t help it. She loves playing matchmaker and she just wants you to be happy. Recently you’ve been a little sadder the usual, so she’s concerned. It was like she turned back time to when you two first moved into your apartment and you were dealing with school and your douche of an ex. She knows you find Denki’s friend attractive, he’s 100% your type and you two would look amazing as a couple. Not to mention that his friend just so happened to be staring at you at any moment you weren’t looking in his general direction. Not able to read her mind going 100 miles a minute, you just nod at her words as you come face to face with the most famous emcee there is. Hizashi Yamada. Better known as his stage name, Present Mic, PM for short. “HELLO!!! You two look amazing! You ready to become the next UA Idol or what?!” he says, way too enthusiastically. You always wondered just how loud he was in real life, and he rivals Mina. That’s saying something. “I’m totally ready!” she responds, and you laugh at PM’s face when he realizes she’s just as loud, if not louder, than him. “So, you’re both auditioning, right? Are you going together? Separate?”

“Separate, we’re just here to wait outside for moral support,” Mina responds, and he nods. “Awesome! Well, tell me your names! If you two get through to Hell Week there’s a good chance you’ll be televised, so I would like to just talk for a minute!” he says, and you both introduce yourselves again. “Amazing! I’m assuming you two are great friends, I mean you must be pretty important to each other to have it just be you two with no partners or family or anything coming. Reminds me of me and Aizawa!”

“Yeah, but we’re just best friends actually! And roommates, we moved here away from our families and we’re both single, so all we have is each other,” Mina says, pulling you into a quick little squeeze. Present Mic screams something about how adorable that was before wishing Mina luck and sending her in. Shockingly, you’re both quiet as you hear her audition begin, and unsurprisingly, she flawlessly hits all the notes in Lady Marmalade. Her voice isn’t only loud when she talks, after all. PM’s eyes go big as he points at the door, looking at you and mouthing “She’s really good!” You just grin and nod. This isn’t news to you. After hearing her blast Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey all the time and belting out their runs and matching their high notes for about three years, it’s not shocking to you how great she can sing this song. Eventually, her singing stops, and PM waits a minute or two before he begins talking again, not necessarily quiet, but quieter than before. “I did not expect that kind of soul to come out of that little body of hers!”

“Yeah, she can be unpredictable like that... now imagine living with her,” you mumble, half kidding and half serious, but he laughs at that. Loudly. Not even a moment later, Mina walks through the doors and violently shakes the ticket in her hand at you. “I DID IT! I DID IT, KICK ASS, TAKE NAMES, AND MAKE SURE YOU COME TO HELL WEEK WITH ME SO YOU’RE NOT ALONE AT THE APARTMENT FOR A WHOLE WEEK!”

“I won’t be alone; Nyx will be there she is great company.”

“(Y/n), she is a black cat.”

“She is our third roommate and you will treat her as such,” you point your finger at her before PM gives you the clear to go in the room. “Make sure to hit your mark! That’s the tape shaped like a T on the floor! Break a leg,” he says, giving you two thumbs up. You nervously make your way through the short hallway, eventually landing right smack in the middle of the room. You make sure to hit the mark, as PM instructed, and you need to tell yourself to calm down as you look at four of the most influential people in music. In front of you sat Shouta Aizawa, Keigo Takami, Nemuri Kayama, and Toshinori Yagi.

Better known as just Aizawa, a well-known singer-songwriter. He stays behind the scenes mostly, and the rumor is he’s written over 20,000 songs for himself as well as other artists. The majority of course go to other artists, as he isn’t a big fan of all the fame and things, but the few albums he’s put out have some of your favorite songs ever written. He’s genuinely someone you’ve been looking up to for years upon years.

Then there’s Keigo Takami, who is known as Hawks. He chose his stage name because he’s always admired the strength and freedom of hawks and he decided that he wanted to be the same way. And he is, he literally can do everything. Every song of his sounds different, varying from rock to country. A lot of people really support his country music considering he calls his fans his chickadees. People just think it fits. The genre he seems to gravitate toward the most is definitely more of a rock vibe, even having his own band. And yes, the band’s emblem is a pair of red wings.

Next to him is Nemuri Kayama, or Midnight. She’s a world-famous popstar, but she makes sure to include some soul sounding belts in every single one of her songs. She’s Mina’s literal idol, and the amount of times you’ve had to listen to Midnight’s songs? So many. So many times. Not that you were complaining, her voice is amazing. You just wished she didn’t sing about love and sex all the fucking time.

And finally, there’s Toshinori Yagi. People tend to shorten his name to Nori, but he’s the most famous judge here. Not only does he own the All Might Record Label, he has won 11 Grammys, his music is played everywhere all the time, and he manages some of the biggest stars today. Unlike his rival record company, Endeavor Records, it’s said that Toshinori is ridiculously nice as well as a little strange, but in comparison to Enji Todoroki? The nicest man to walk the planet. 100%. Not to mention he’s also a singer himself. His songs are instant smashes, and everyone loves his voice. Even if he isn’t mean, he’s so ridiculously powerful in the business.

To say you were intimidated was an understatement.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reaedr #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero x reader #shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #shinso #hitoshi shinso #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #anime

92 notes · View notes

jeawrites · 4 years

Note

5 or 38 with cc. and dd? (krii7y)

(This was a fun one to think about! Thanks Anon!)

38. Stuck together (elevator stopped/Ferris wheel/etc.)

cc. “Why are you crying?”

dd. “You’re my favorite person.”

Jaren wasn’t the biggest fan of amusement parks. Well- that was a lie. He wasn’t a fan of the crying kids or the noisy teens that raised them, but he enjoyed the rides a fair bit. And, the food was good at some of the stands.

John was in a similar state, though he did prefer the slower paced rides more than the exciting fast paced things that his friends liked. Or, really it was that Jaren liked them. And, he really couldn’t say no to Jaren.

So, a whole day of ride after ride and a whole day of noisy people led to them being tired out by sunset.

Their fingers were laced as their arms swayed in sync together. The background music of the fair was completely silenced by the noise of the crowd. They were both beginning to get a headache and were ready to head home, really.

But, John had stopped walking, his eyes glancing to a ride that was coming up. “Wanna ride the Ferris wheel?” he asked, looking to Jaren with a pleading expression hidden in his eyes. He wanted to cool down and see the sight, plus he promised Tyler a good photo if he could snag it.

“Hm?” Jaren tilted his head and glanced at the ride as a grin slowly broke onto his face. “Oh, John you romantic,” he teased, sticking his tongue out at him as he got a slight tap on his shoulder.

But, John snickered as well. “Shut up, you know it’s not like that,” he stated, looking away in fake embarrassment. “It’s not like I like you,” he added in a pout.

Jaren laughed, covering his mouth with his free hand before shaking his head. “Really? Because I like you a lot,” he teased, bringing their intertwined hands up to kiss John’s knuckles gently.

John felt a blush form that time, and a real sheepish feeling spread in him. “O-oh,” he breathed, looking back and meeting Jaren’s kind smile. “You- that wasn’t fair!” he fired back. “I thought I was the romantic one?” he huffed before starting to walk, dragging a laughing Jaren towards the Ferris wheel.

The line was short, and the seats were secure and comfortable. The two sat across from each other, saying a thank you to the ride attendant as the gate door closed. Then, they were moving. Slowly circulating to the top and some, stopping just a bit off as the ride let people off and more on.

John took the opportunity to look around with a grin. “Lovely view,” he said, looking at the sunset with a soft look on his face.

Jaren looked at him, his heart melting at how gorgeous he looked in the light of the sunset. God, he loved him. He… his hands gripped at his jeans lightly and he looked out to the park as well with a bittersweet grin. “Yeah… real pretty,” he agreed softly.

John didn’t catch the tone, so he continued smiling and staring at the view.

But, after a good few minutes, he began to get a little fidgety, shuffling around and shaking the cart a bit to peer over the other edge. “Uhm… Hey- why aren’t we moving yet?” he looked to Jaren and met a similar worried look.

“Good question-”

“Attention riders- due to complications the ride will be delayed for the next hour. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

The two shared another look and then groaned.

“No way,” John stated, peering over. He could make out the little figures of a few people working on the machine at the bottom. He pouted some and leaned into his seat. “This drags,” he grumbled.

Jaren opened his mouth, but closed it to nod instead.

John did notice that.

“Are you okay? You’re not scared right?” he asked, concern leaking through his voice as he reached forward to gently place a hand on Jaren’s knee.

Jaren flinched a bit and turned away, nodding again. “I’m fine,” he answered, voice in a mumble, “just sucks we’re stuck.” He sighed softly and looked down at the view.

John frowned and shook his head some, but he sat up regardless and joined the silence.

Jaren felt… conflicted. Firstly, him and John were in a relationship. They’ve been on dates, they’ve cuddled, they’ve done it all- except sharing a first kiss. But, he felt a tinge in his heart because of how loosely it was treated. He didn’t talk about it- he always passed it off as the fact that they had come into a relationship as best friends so they were used to treating each other like that. Was that why he was so afraid of telling John he loved him?

He glanced towards the other, who was taking photos and probably texting the guys. Then, he glanced away and pursed his lips tightly. Now would be a good time to talk about it, right? They were dating- they’ve been dating for months, they were best friends for years, Jaren should be able to push the words out and say it. But, thinking about doing it and thinking about John… just rejecting the advancement hurt.

It wasn’t even that; what if John just didn’t want something that deep from them? What if he didn’t view Jaren like he viewed him? That was terrifying and he felt a pit form in his stomach as the thoughts formed- but most importantly as his mind screamed at him to talk, to have the conversation with him.

He sniffled and rubbed his eyes, wiping the tears away.

John quickly glanced towards him, his brows furrowing in concern. “Jare?” he asked, the concern returning. “Hey, hey… Why are you crying?” he nudged his foot gently with his own and leaned forward.

Jaren looked at him, lips quivering as he brought his hand up to wipe away the tears that were forming again. “I-I,” he breathed shakily and a nervousness passed through as he tried to smile but couldn’t. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, a small sob pushing past him as he leaned forward, grabbing John’s hand’s shakily and gently. “You- you’re just my favorite person and- and,” he was stammering, words shaking violently as they left his mouth. He was nervous and loosing focus on the moment.

But, John squeezed his hands and dragged him back in. He inched closer and kissed Jaren softly, calmly.

It was soothing and the nerves left Jaren like a spell had been cast on him. The softness of the whole gesture reminded him of the days he would fantasize about this, when he would think about him and John being together in such a romantic way. The butterflies felt the same as they did then and he could feel them conflicting with the pit in his stomach, trying to fill it.

He felt dizzy with the mixture of emotions but his hands squeezed back to let John know he was okay. So, they pulled apart and he sighed gently, dazed but still sniffling a bit.

“Jare, I-” his breath hitched as the ride jerked forward, his grip tightening.

“Attention riders- apologies for the movements, we’re getting closer to the completion of the repairs. Thank you or your patience.”

Jaren’s heart had sped up twenty times faster, for both the sudden movement and the fact… that was their first kiss. The first of hopefully many and the first that boosted his confidence and made his heart swell up into such a loving sensation that it deafened him to the noise of the doubting thoughts he heard before.

He felt John remove one of his hands from his grip and place it on his cheek. He leaned a bit into the warm touch.

“Jare,” he spoke softly, rubbing his thumb on his cheek. “Talk to me buddy.”

Jaren was slow to process, but he took time with the words now, trying to formulate it right. “I-I’m sorry,” he said again, rubbing his thumb on the back of John’s hands gently. “I-... Look, let me start over,” he mumbled, breathing softly and sitting up straight, keeping the one hand he had been holding softly grasped. The free hand was brought up to wipe his tears.

He breathed out softly, slowly, regaining a calmer state than what he was in. Though, he was still shaky and he certainly wasn’t done tearing up.

“You… really are my favorite person,” he stated after a moment, “And I… I really,” his voice was shrinking. He couldn’t get the words out- he couldn’t!

John smiled. “You’re my favorite too,” John said, chuckling softly, “I… I love so much about you- of course you’d be one of my favorites!” He grinned at him sweetly, a kindness in his eyes.

But, Jaren disregarded all of that as the word love hit him like a brick. So, he couldn’t stop the sudden words as they flew out of his mouth. “I love you!” He tightened his grip on the hand and his eyes shined like stars. “I- I love you so much! You’re my favorite person and I care about you so much! I-I- I love you John!”

John stared in astonishment before his lips twisted into a huge smile and he leaned forward, pulling Jaren in for another kiss, only breaking apart to mumble; “I love you too, dummy.”

Jaren rated his experience a 10/10. He would totally get stuck on a ferris wheel again as long as he had John with him.

#thank ya anon for the request!!!#loved writing for this one!#KryozGaming #SMii7Y #krii7y #smii7oz #banana bus crew #banana bus squad

66 notes · View notes

flutteringphalanges · 3 years

Text

A Handful of Baby’s Breath

Summary: Dani knows that her days are numbered. And even though she won't admit it allowed, Jamie is well aware of it too. It's the idea of leaving Jamie alone that brings a thought to her mind. A rather big, important thought. An idea of leaving a piece of herself behind. Or rather, two pieces of herself. Together, Dani and Jamie decide to expand their family. From pregnancy to years gone by, we see a new meaning in: "It's me. It's you. It's us."

Ship: Dani/Jamie

Rating: T

Status: Complete

A/N: I have no idea why I thought of this. I just like baby stories! Any inconsistencies I am so sorry! I did a lot of research, but I am still prone to mistakes! By the way, we are talking in vitro feralization. Hope you like it! -Jen

A Handful of Baby’s Breath

Jamie eyed the bouquet of flowers left neatly on the counter with mixed suspicion and amusement. Dani was not as well equipped as she was when it came to botanical knowledge, but she still had a rather decent eye for pretty flowers. The ones you’d use for romance and such. And yet, to her at least, a lone collection of white Baby’s Breath didn’t seem to fit the theme.

“An interesting find there, Poppins.” The other woman grinned, wiping her hands on a dish rag as her wife walked in. “Did you pick those yourself off the side of the road?”

“No…” Dani said, a nervous smile crossing her features as she entered the room. “I um...I drove a ways and bought them as a surprise. Getting them from you wouldn’t make much sense.”

She had that distant look in her eyes. A stare that made Jamie’s stomach knot. It was as if she was seeing something that only her gaze could meet. And the woman knew well enough that that was sometimes the case. Her brow furrowed as she stepped closer, a hand resting on her wife’s shoulder.

“What is it?” She asked softly, trying to hide the concern in tone. “Did you see…”

“No.” Dani interrupted, shaking her head vigorously. “No, it’s not that. It’s…” The woman paused, clearing her throat. “I want to talk to you about something. Something big.” Her blue eyes widened as she took Jamie’s hand and pulled her to the couch. “It’s not bad...maybe not...but...sit down first.”

“Okay…” Jamie said slowly, letting out a chuckle. “What did you do this time? You didn’t run into the light pole again. I told you we could replace that piece of junk. You don’t have to destroy the bloody car for that to happen.”

“Not the car.” The young woman assured her. “I...I don’t know how long I have left…”

“Don’t start.” Jamie cut her off, her mouth curving into a deep frown. “We talked about this. When the time comes, we’ll face this together.” Dani opened her mouth, but her wife held up her finger. “It’s alright. Everything is going to be just fine as it has been.”

“Whenever it happens, and it will, I don’t want you to be alone.” Dani insisted, straightening up in her seat to face Jamie. “So I’ve been thinking about it--quite constantly I might add, and I think that...well, we should have a baby.”

If she had been holding a glass of wine, this would be the moment she’d spew the liquid out in utter shock. Jamie stared back at Dani, who seemed rather calm as if she expected this reaction, with her mouth agape. Certainly she hadn’t heard her right. No, not possible. Or if she had, maybe she was beginning to lose her beloved much faster than she’d thought.

“A baby?!” Jamie blinked, eyes fixed on Dani. “As in a living, breathing, tiny human being?! That kind of baby?!”

“Well certainly not an animal, though I did consider that.” Her voice was calm, mellow as she spoke. “And I thought that perhaps, if you agree, I’ll carry the child. That way you’ll always have a piece of me.” She smiled contently at the thought. “I know she is inside of me. But the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve come to realize that her being there won’t affect any child we have.” Dani sighed and her gaze flickered towards the window. “At least I’d like to think that. That that part of me, my genetic makeup, is and will always be mine. A ghost can only possess so much.”

“And how, pray tell, if we did decide to do this absurd idea of yours would we go about it? Most places our union alone wouldn’t be accepted, much less both our names on a birth certificate. Hell, Poppins.” Jamie exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “It’s nice to see you with some pep in your step, but a baby…”

“In vitro fertilization.” Dani said confidently. “Many women have had success with it. We just have to find the right sperm donor and then...well, I suppose we hope that we’re lucky.” She took Jamie’s hands in both of hers. “I know it’s far, across the world, but there is a sperm bank in California who actually helps women like us. Not to mention that I am still technically an American citizen. And I know it isn’t the same, but there is something called Second Parent Adoption which would secure that no matter what happens to me, our child is yours. Custody and all. I know the wording is far from favorable, but we’d be a family. A whole family. And us knowing that, being that, is the only thing that matters.”

Jamie was silent, her hands still held in Dani’s. She could see the look of desperation in her wife’s eyes. The desire. The need. She didn’t like to think of losing her. Nor had she really ever seen herself as a mother. But here her wife sat nearly pleading the idea to her. It wouldn’t be an easy road. Perhaps not even successful. But Dani’s adamance. Her hope. Suddenly the gardener considered that maybe if she could keep a plant alive, a child couldn’t be that much harder.

“Is this what you really want?” She finally asked, gazing deep in the other woman’s eyes. “Really, really want?”

“More than anything.” Dani breathed.

“Alright then.” Jamie said, leaning forward to touch her forehead to Dani’s. “Let’s make a baby then.”

XXX

“Christ, it’s so hot…” Dani complained as she fanned herself with a leaflet. “Turn down the thermostat!”

“What can you expect in sunny California?” Her wife joked, walking over to hand the heavily pregnant woman a glass of water. “And to think it’s actually colder here than average. I’m rather comfortable myself.”

Dani threw her a dirty glare as she hobbled over to the kitchen table. So much had happened in the last eight months. Not only had their attempt to become pregnant worked on the first try, but Dani had found herself expecting twins. Thankfully both she and Jamie had experience dealing with two kids--even if one had been the au pair and the other a gardener.

“You should apply for US citizenship so you can remain here in America with the twins if things don’t work out.” Dani said quietly, sipping on her water. “Surely you meet the requirements. I’ve just been thinking, if we go back...when we got back to England and I’m...it’s just you three, if something were to arise, you’d have a place to call your second home.” She rested a hand on her belly thoughtfully. “I’m sure Henry would be more than willing to help out if need be.”

“We have talked to him in years.” Jamie exhaled, taking a seat beside her wife. “And I told you to stop worrying about silly stuff like that. One day at a time. Right now, the twins are healthy, you’re in one piece, and I’m not boiling over in the bloody heat.” She smiled and kissed the other woman, her hand moving to rest over hers. “Things will work themselves out as they normally do.”

“Well can we at least pick some names?” Dani exclaimed, motioning to her stomach. “That would take some anxiety off my mind. It would’ve helped if you let the doctor tell us what we were having too.”

“I quite like surprises.” Jamie stated with a shrug. “And we’ve only got a few weeks left. Not much longer now.” She seemed hesitate for a moment as if deep in thought. “How about Ernest for a boy? After that lovely drunk man who has taken a piss or two on the corner side diner?”

“I will pluck every petal from every bloom in your garden.” Her wife snorted, mouth twitching into a small smile. “Is picking a flower name too ironic? Rose seems lovely for any age. Or Hyacinth? I quite like that one actually.”

“Too common and too old sounding.” Jamie shook her head. “What about Albert? We can call him Al for short. Seems acceptable enough.”

Dani pursed her lips in consideration. “Maybe.” She said, gently stroking her stomach. “It’s the first acceptable name you’ve ever given me.” Jamie rolled her eyes and her wife snorted. “Fine, in case we have another boy...Joel.”

“Is there a reason for that name?” The other woman asked curiously.

“...I may or may not have had a dog with that name.” Danit replied sheepishly. “What?” She grinned as the words sent the gardener into a fit of laughter. “Were you expecting me to say it was an old crush?”

“Certainly not a dog, that’s for sure. But...I suppose I’ll allow it.” Jamie chewed on her bottom lip. “Albert and Joel...those aren’t too horrible to make them want to kill us when they are older.” Or rather, when she was older. Nevermind that. “We need girls’ names now. And before you say anything, if we must pick a plant name....Aster.”

“Aster?” Dani questioned, one of her brows cocked in question. “Aren’t you worried she’ll be made fun of for that?”

“Children make fun of any and everything.” Jamie yawned, leaning back in her chair. “Besides, if she is anything like us, she’ll be the alpha of the playground.”

“I don’t condone our daughter being violent.” Dani said, though it was hard to hide the amusement from her face. “...I guess it’s a nice enough name--and it is a flower.” She laced her fingers over the apex of her stomach. “Hannah.”

Jamie stiffened slightly at the mention of the late housekeeper. Hannah rarely came up in conversation. Mostly when the couple had paid a visit to Owen’s restaurant in the past. Dani’s eyes seemed to be studying her wife, waiting for a response to her suggestion.

“Hannah.” She nodded, smiling as she spoke. “I like that one a lot.”

It was, after all, a very good, dependable name.

XXX

She couldn’t believe she agreed to this. How could she have been so utterly stupid? Dani’s safety and well being far surpassed her wife’s fear of Jamie not being allowed to go into the delivery room. Whether they saw to it or not, she was the former au pair’s wife. Her family. But instead of a clean, medical equipment on hand, hospital room, her beloved partner writhed in agony in their bed as the weird midwife Dani insisted they hire and accompanying apprentice went about.

“There is still time for us to go!” Jamie pleaded as Dani squeezed the life out of her hand. “Come on, Poppins, you don’t want to do this here.”

“Yes...Yes I do!” Dani insisted through grunts, despite the lingering thought of an epidural beginning to sound more and more lovely. “I just...CHRIST!” Part of her wanted to strangle Jamie in that moment. Her poor, innocent wife. If she remembered, she’d apologize later. “You have NO idea what this is like!”

“And I’m rather glad for that.” Jamie thought to herself as she knelt by Dani’s side. “Do you want to get into the tub--”

“I said NO WATER!” And the ferocity in the former au pair’s tone shut the other woman up quick. “Please, I just want to push! I feel like I have to! I’ve been having contraction after contraction for hours! I. Want. To. Push!”

“Lydia, light the incense please.” The midwife said calmly as the other woman lit some sticks that smelt of horrible, faux lavender. “Let me see where you are.”

The phone was just inches away from her grasp as Jamie eyed it longingly from her spot beside the bed. If she could just unlatch herself from Dani, maybe she could call the emergency hotline and have her wife transported to a location with an actual doctor. Images of Dani hemorrhaging out and blue tinted babies filled the woman’s head as the midwife smiled.

“Dani, you are definitely ready to deliver your children. Are you ready to become a mom?”

Are you ready to become a mom? The words floated in the gardener’s head and embedded themselves in her mind. As she looked to Dani, it was evident in her tired expression that she too was nervous. Now was not the time to show worry. Not when her wife needed her most. Forcing a smile, Jamie squeezed her wife’s hand.

“Let’s have us some babies then.”

Time felt faster than it probably actually was. For a second, it seemed as if it was only her and Dani. Then, bright pink with a healthy wail, Albert Joel Clayton was placed on his mother’s chest. And, as it should be, not long after, just as full of life as her brother, Hannah Aster Clayton made her own appearance in this world. A little boy and girl. Two moms and two children. What more could one ask for?

“You were brilliant, Poppins.” Jamie beamed, kissing her wife lovingly. “They’re perfect.”

“Yes.” Dani agreed, smiling brightly despite her exhaustion. “They are, aren’t they.” She held the infants close to her bare skin and closed her eyes. “I don’t want this to end.” The new mother whispered. And for the first time, Jamie could see tears of sadness welling up in the corners of her eyes. “I’m not ready.”

“It won’t end.” Jamie exclaimed, smoothing her partner’s hair down. “I won’t allow it.”

The former au pair opened her eyes and gave a sorrowful, watery smile. “Okay.” She murmured, swallowing hard. Though Jamie didn’t know it yet, Dani knew that her time was soon approaching. “Let’s stay together then.” Her eyes flickered down to the twins. “One day at a time.”

XXX

It would be a happier tale to say that after everything, Dani was not taken over by the Lady of the Lake. That she and Jamie got to raise their children together. Live as a happy family. But such good endings did not follow the family’s return to England from their temporary stay in the States.

At first, Jamie had hoped that Dani was just suffering from postpartum depression. She rarely ate. Slept at odd hours. And her interest in the babies was not what one would expect. But the final straw that broke the camel’s back. That snapped Dani to realizing she must leave in order to protect her family came one night after Sunday dinner.

“I think you got more peas on the floor than in you, Al.” Jamie smirked at the ten month old as she made her way to the kitchen. “Poppins, where is the broom? Albert--”

Jamie stopped in her tracks, her heart leaping out of her chest. There Dani stood, completely stone faced and about to submerge Hannah in the filled up sink. Reacting quickly, the gardener rushed over and snatched her daughter away causing her wife to snap out of her trance.

“What happened?!” She asked, her tone inflected with terror as she looked from the sink to her wailing child. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Dani’s trembling hands flew to her face as her stomach threatened to dry heave. “I didn’t...I didn’t…”

“Dani, everything is alright now.” Jamie said, her own voice still a little shaky. “Hannah’s fine. You didn’t hurt her.”

“I almost drowned our child!” Dani wailed, throwing her arms up in the air. “Dammit, Jamie, can’t you see?! She’s here! I can feel her inside of me! I’ve felt her growing since the twins were born!” The former au pair began to shake her head violently. “No! No! I won’t! I can’t! I have to go!”

“No!” Jamie snapped. “No! You aren’t going anywhere! We’ll figure this out! It could be a phase!”

Dani only stared at Hannah, who currently had her face buried in Jamie’s chest. “I need to sit down and have a drink.” She said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

Jamie cleaned up after that, watching as Dani sauntered off to bed. She forced a smile as she bathed the twins and dressed them for sleep. By the time she made it to their room, the gardener merely assumed that her wife had fallen fast asleep. And that maybe things would be better in the morning. What an utterly, terrible mistake to make. How painful it can be to wake up alone in bed.

Between coming to and Owen’s arrival to watch the twins, only an hour had passed before Jamie found herself speeding to Bly Manor. Perhaps it wasn’t too late. Maybe there was still a chance. The thought of it kept her going. Her love for Dani. Their children. And even when she swam deep out to the middle of that horrid lake and dove to its depths, she still prayed. Oh how even in death her beloved wife appeared so breathtaking.

It’s you. It’s me. It’s us.

It’s us.

XXX

The only thing that seemed to excite the twins at Flora’s wedding was the cake. Though they did not know her and she did not remember any reason of why or who she might associate them with, the three got along perfectly splendid. Jamie, who was practically a stranger to the girl but had been invited by Henry, offered to take them somewhere quiet, but she insisted that the children play. It was, after all, something she would’ve done.

“Is your Mummy dead too?” Hannah asked randomly when the bride went to see how her favorite guests were doing.

“What would make you ask that?” The woman smiled curiously.

“Well she isn’t here.” Albert remarked. “Our Mummy is dead. Well, one of our mummies.”

“Our other Mama is alive.” His sister added on cheerfully. “Very much so!”

“I miss my mother.” Flora said kneeling down. “But do you know what my uncle told me?”

“What?” Albert asked, sounding quite serious despite his young age.

“He said that she is always right here with me.” The bride replied, gently touching both of their chests. “In our hearts.”

The twins looked at each other and giggled. Flora’s brows furrowed in confusion. It seemed a very odd thing to find humorous.

“That’s so silly!” Hannah grinned, meeting the woman’s stare. “Mummy isn’t in our hearts! No, Mummy comes out at night. Sometimes she visits us.”

“But she doesn’t talk.” Hannah informed her. “Sometimes she watches me or just walks.” The young girl tilted her head. “You’ve never seen your Mummy?”

Before Flora could question them more, Jamie swooped in. Wrapping her arounds around the children, she apologized to the bride. At least, given their age, their recounting might be viewed as nothing more than fiction.

“Remember we don’t talk about Mummy here.” Jamie said kneeling in front of her kids.

“Mama?” Albert began, tugging at one of his loose buttons. “How come people like the nice lady don’t visit us? Not even Uncle Owen?”

“Well…” His mother began, choosing her next words carefully. “When you live at Bly Manor, it’s sort of a...special place. Magical. And for Mummy’s sake, we want to keep it that way, don’t we?”

Both the children nodded their heads and Jamie smiled. Pressing a kiss to the top of each of their heads, she allowed them to go running off towards the dance floor. Owen would be there, she knew, with the promise of sweets. And later on, she would drive the three of them home and tuck the two away in bed. Then she’d wait. Like every night since.

She hadn’t gone back to America like Dani had insisted. Instead, with Henry’s good graces and making sure it was safe for her children. That all that bad and terrible was gone. They had moved into Bly Manor. She, the twins, and their Mummy of the Lake who visited on more than one occasion. The beautiful spirit who she someday hoped would allow her to roam the endless gardens and stone too.

Pulling out a chair, she sat down with a smile, repeating the same phrase that held a new meaning now.

“It’s you. It’s me. It’s us.”

So I guess this has a happy-ish ending? I was rather unclear on the dates following Dani and Jamie getting together and then Flora’s wedding. So I had the twins be born closer to when Dani was overtaken by the Lady of the Lake and at Flora’s wedding the kids were closer to Flora and Miles when they were young on the show? Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! -Jen

#The Haunting of Bly Manor #Dani Clayton #dani x jamie #jamie x dani

20 notes · View notes

alfredosauce50 · 5 years

Text

Who’s the bad guy? (2p + 1p America x reader) 18

Wordcount: 3,552 The reader is referred to as she/her

A body slumped heavily against the table, causing the cutlery laying on top to clink. The woman who had been approached by the host of the event not long ago was now out like a light, her cheek pressing firmly against the crisp white table cloth. But it was now stained with a beige blotch of her foundation. Guests sitting around her had their conversations cut short at that, their murmurs and laughs fading as they realized the source of the thud. A butler standing nearby with a tray rushed over to her side to shake at her back.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" He asked her through a shaky breath. No response. She was completely limp, and the panic racing through the man's eyes immediately spread to the faces at that table. "Oh my god, somebody call 911!" A voice screamed. That voice was joined by many others in the same, fearful tone, and eventually, chaos choked the necks of guests of surrounding tables to make them pale.

To start chaos was just like kindling a fire. It would ravage its way through its surroundings and leave behind destruction you could never go back from. It did not take long at all for the whole hall to catch on to what happened. But the people sitting near the scene took notice right away. Flipping your head to the man sitting next to you with round eyes, you found yourself staring at him smoking another cigarette with his dark and hot magenta eyes fixated at whatever it was in front of him. "Luciano!?" You whispered. "You just- You just-" The glass the unfortunate lady drank from turned out to be no ordinary serving of vodka just like he had suspected. "-poisoned her!" He inserted the cigarette in between his lips before turning to you. There was no remorse in that gaze of his. "She's not poisoned. Drugged, my dear." He responded, inhaling from the little white tube again. "And I wasn't the one who was responsible. It looks like my staff here has really been compromised..." Luciano continued. It took you a while for your brain to process his words and to make the links, but when you did, the color drained from your face. The moment you saw Happy, you knew they had come for you. Allen and Alfred that is. But this man-- those piercing irises glowered over you in the same manner a predator would to their prey-- he was too good. He caught on even with the assistance of the smallest hints and you were back to square one again. They were back to square one again. And you were cornered like a trapped animal, once again. Even with his security defeated, having him even know about this rescue mission increased the risk of failing by more than fifty-percent. "Your friends won't be able to save you, (F/N). You're mine." He narrowed his gaze dangerously and pulled you into his lap. You let out a fearful yelp at that, squirming and struggling to the best of your ability to rip yourself away from him. Taking advantage of everybody's attention diverted to the unconscious guest, he did as he pleased with you. All while the little wisps of grey curled from his cigarette in between his lips, he interlocked his gloved fingers with yours and stopped your movements. A few soft cries were heard, but they only quietened down as he pressed his face to yours. You looked away. "I take it back. You and Allen might see each other." He murmured, grazing his lips over your cheeks as he spoke to send chills down your spine. "Mm... Maybe for a second. But it's better that way since I can see the pain in his eyes as I take you away from him forever." You choked back a sob. If this had not been centered around Allen, you would not have been reduced to tears this quickly. Not because it was his fault and the feeling of betrayal lingered, but because Luciano kept on mentioning his name. At this point, you did not even care what Allen did in his shady past. You missed him. He was your best friend-- a flawed human you guessed. Very flawed. He was one to make mistakes, and that was an understatement. But at the same time, you would never dare to hold a grudge against him. If Luciano was trying to test your love for him, the results were already here. "Fuck you...!" You hissed, shooting him a dark glare. "I bet you Allen's right outside that door right now, ready to gun you down. The police and Alfred'll be here too, and they're gonna lock you up in jail where you'll rot for the rest of your life!" As you spat venom in his face, he welcomed it with a mocking smile. After all, he was venom. "But their plan to get me has already failed. They can't save you as long as I'm here, wide awake." He responded lowly, nearing his face to yours again much to your discomfort. His grip on your hand never loosened, and it looked like he was about to kiss you while you sat in his lap. "They'd have to kill me to get you. And I doubt they even had a proper, civilized conversation with the police-" Luciano let out a loud laugh- "Hah! You're killing me, bella. The police! Allen can't work together with the police!" "... Yes he can." You whispered faintly, startled by his loud explosive laughter. "To get you, they'll have to work together." The Italian mobster just shook his head. Were you this naïve? "He can't. He can't work with anyone, let alone the police. He's just that guy." He hummed. "And that is exactly why he won't be able to get you. He's an arrogant dumbass who thinks he can do everything by himself." Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. And this one was for dramatic entrances. The double doors swung open after being kicked by the man behind it. A few heads turned to the newcomer whose attire clashed greatly with their own. He wore a bomber jacket and ripped jeans while everyone else was dressed primly in tuxedos and evening dresses like they had been cut straight out of a fashion magazine. But then again, he was not one of them. Taking long, powerful strides with a gun pointed straight at the figure sitting in the centermost table, he stormed to him with a murderous rage. Guns were omens and harbingers of death, and everyone seemed to know when someone made a move to use them. It only took a few seconds for the guests to understand that shit really did hit the fan and made their quick decisions to flee. While everyone ran by in a blur, Allen was in a deep state of mind to derive a fool-proof plan to save you. And to make matters worse, you were sitting in his lap. If you had not been there, he would have pulled the trigger without hesitation. "Let her go right now, you piece of shit." He growled, cocking the firearm with a loud click. He always prayed that seeing you would flood his systems with a rush of euphoria and not pure fear. But it was finally happening-- this scenario he dreaded that had you in the arms of someone he did wrong. Under the death in those fiery red irises hid another version of himself he never showed anyone. Under the stoic surface of him pointing a gun at his most hated nemesis was him, cowering in terror. But he refused to let that persona of his manifest. He couldn't, for you. Your prayers were answered, but you were far from being home safe as of yet. When Allen finally appeared, your heart thundered so violently in your chest it threatened to break right out your ribs. You struggled and twisted in the Italian's hold that seemed to tighten even more. But you couldn't blame him. Allen actually showed up like you said. Luciano suddenly shot up with you in his hold. Spinning you around so you could face your savior, he whipped out a throwing knife and held that against your neck. The dam in your eyes finally broke upon feeling the cold touch of the blade and you burst into tears. "Please don't hurt me!" You choked in between cries with an enflamed face. "Allen, help!" Allen's blood ran cold when the whole ordeal escalated just like that and his mouth fell open. "Luciano! Don't you dare touch her!" He roared. But he already did. His favorite throwing knife was held against the softness of your neck, and with a simple movement, it would claim your life like it did with so many other's. And knowing that made him panic like mad. His face was losing color and little beads of sweat were forming around his temple. What could he possibly say to make the other lower his hand that clenched so tightly around that weapon? Allen was never really a talker if it did not count flirting. He was more of a doing-guy. Do before thinking. That's how he always got by, but it was clearer than day that following that little motto of his would end up with fatal prospects. "There's no point. You're just taking another life-" His voice cracked when he said that. "-another innocent life. You won't get anything out of it! You'll just get more blood on your hands!" The other just sneered and dug the blade deeper into your neck, the sight making Allen tense up in all reality. "Don't!" While the redhead had his visage fixated on the knife pressed up against you, your captor took advantage of his frazzled state of mind and backed away some more. It did not look like it, but he was in a similar state of mind. He did not believe that Allen even made it this far into this establishment, so he did not expect himself to be cornered like this to his last resort. To flee into his personal chopper and leave his own party. How embarrassing. "One sin or a thousand, you still end up going to hell!" He hissed back, walking backward slowly with clenched teeth. "And I'm talking to you, Allen! Why don't you enjoy the fun while you can? You're a murderer just like me! You're a bad guy! I told your girlfriend all about you!" His breath hitched and he gripped tighter on his gun. "You-" He was caught off guard at how low he could stoop, but it was not at all surprising. Immediately, the burning hatred dissolved into concern and he turned his attention to you. You shook your head furiously when you met the look he had in his eyes, the force causing a few tears to go flying off to the side. "Don't listen to him, Al! I don't care what you did in the past. I don't car-" A hand clamped over your mouth and muffled the rest of your screams. Your hot breath ended up dampening his gloved palm. Unfortunately for Luciano, his efforts to silence you proved useless in the end because Allen heard everything he needed. "Fuck you. I'm not like you at all!" He shouted, feeling a small tremble seize his arm that was holding his gun. "I only killed once for reason-- to save my friends and my whole damn neighborhood from rich, selfish bastards like you!" When you suspected he had a reason, a gut feeling told you were correct-- and you really were. "That doesn't matter! A life is a life!" The man shot back, gripping the handle of his knife even tighter with cold, clammy hands. He backed away some more with you struggling to pull the lethal blade as further away from your neck as possible. As much as he wanted to turn around and book it the fuck out of there already, he could not risk taking his eyes off of the man in the bomber jacket. That meant instant death for him. And that would mean an instant win for the police and Allen. Like hell he'd let that happen. Maybe over his dead body, literally. "And if you think you can get let off the hook after fucking with me, you're a fool!" "I could say the same to you." He whispered, wiping away a ball of sweat before it could enter his mouth. Narrowing his dark gaze, he readied his index finger on the trigger. He took note of the way you struggled and pulled at the mobster's arm. The knife kept on parting from your skin as you did, and if you managed to push it away far enough, he could blast a hole in his damn head without worrying about your safety. But for the meantime, he focused on getting his guard down. "The police are waiting for you. Even if you do kill (F/N), you're fucking over." To mention such a thing squeezed his heart, but it was the cold, hard truth. There was really nothing for Luciano to get out of holding you hostage like this because he was going to lose everything in the end, whether you were alive or dead. So why was he doing this? The answer was simple, but difficult to find for those who had a heart. "I'm not over because I am going to win. Being caught is irrelevant." He spat. He would never admit it, but he was actually shocked there was police involved in this. Not that he had the time to properly react anyway. "Just as long as you lose everything's that precious to you, I win." At that moment, Allen's peripheral vision disappeared into black as he was speared with a revelation. Everything narrowed down into a tunnel and all he could see was you. His breathing grew shallow and his head started to spin. The mobster couldn't care less about getting caught. Nor did he care about dying. That was right. He was that twisted. He was so torn apart vengeance he did not mind trading up his life just to ruin his. He could kill you and be satisfied with just that. Even if he was shot dead right after, he would die happy because Allen was going to live with pain. Everything made sense now, and connecting the ends to come up with this confronting conclusion made Allen's heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Luciano could slit your throat right now. He could take you away from him, forever, and do so with a smile. "It's over, you motherfucker!" "Nothing's over while I'm breathing-" He screamed, only to be cut short with a loud thump at the back of his head. The grip around you loosened as he fell forward, and you were finally able to breathe without worrying about killing yourself. The pain would have been so excruciating to fathom, but he was knocked out cold before he could properly experience the unpleasant sensation. Somebody just smashed a whole chair against the back of his head, and when he collapsed onto the ground, the one responsible was revealed. Glancing over your shoulder with a racing heart, you gasped when you saw who it was. "Alfred!" You squealed, jumping up to latch your arms around his neck. Pulling away with relief, you cupped his cheek and returned the smile he offered you. "You just saved my life! Thank you!" "No problem, (F/N)." He breathed heavily with a lazy grin. That chair was pretty heavy, it seems. He then ripped his gaze away from you to direct it to whatever it was in front. "But I also think you need to thank the brains of the operation." The blonde gestured to the figure standing behind you with his head. You slid your arms off of his shoulders and turned around to find yourself staring at Allen whose gaze was purposely directed off to the side. A small smile was tugging at his lips as he stretched his arms wide open like he was expecting you to dive right in them-- and hell, he was right. Wasting not a second to run over to him, you jumped at him in a manner that sent him stumbling back a few steps. But he caught you like always. "I missed you so, so much!" You cried, coiling your arms around his neck so tight like he'd disappear if you didn't. You even clamped your legs around his torso to hold onto him like a koala. But you could not help it. Joy had filled you to the brim and manifested in the most bittersweet manner. Alfred was not hurt the least upon witnessing the difference between your reunion with his and his cousin's. He just watched along with a wide smile, and for the first time, he was happy for Allen. Walking over to the said man, he whispered something in his ear before leaving, making sure not to forget the body on the ground. He dragged that away for a few meters before he was joined by a few of his friends-- Happy, Flavio and Eliza. Before they could surround you and shower you with affection, Alfred hissed at them to keep moving the body. You and Allen deserved the privacy. As you sobbed in his neck, he returned the embrace just as tight. Nestling his chin in the crooked of your neck, he felt bile rise up in his throat the longer you cried in his ear. But he swallowed it all down and took the initiative to console you. To tell you that he was here, and there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Allen rubbed comforting circles in your neck as he held you in his strong arms. It took you a while to stop the tears, and he did not make a single peep as you cried your heart out. Once you did quieten down to sniffs and hiccups, Allen opened his mouth to speak. "Have you stopped crying now?" His arms were now under your thighs and he bounced you once as he captured you in a loving gaze. Because you were looming over him, he needed to tilt his head back a little. "You big baby." His lips were stretched into a warm smile when he called you that. Usually, you would have given him a playful pinch to reciprocate the playful name, but instead, you just pressed your forehead to his. The action calmed the rapid thumping in his chest, and he shut his eyes to savor the sensation of your skin against his. "I won't cry anymore." You murmured, fluttering your eyes open to find that he still had his closed. An idea, no, a desire suddenly hit you as you flickered your irises over his peaceful face. He would not see it coming, would he? Not that he would mind. And this was the perfect time to do it too. After nights of terror and perhaps months of dread for Allen, everything would be vanquished by this short, sweet moment. If you did end up doing it, you would be returning what he had been giving you for the past few years. So you gave in to the pleas of your heart you had been ignoring and leaned in to kiss Allen. The second your lips met, everything else in the world disappeared and all you could focus on was the pounding in your chest and the softness of his own lips. It took him a second to register that you were kissing him. You were actually kissing him! You, not him. And that fact made him ecstatic. And when it all dawned on him in the most pleasant way possible, he returned the intimate exchange and captured you in a breathless kiss, something he had been wanting to do with you for a long while now. Aside from being drowned in happiness like never before, he was also swarmed with so many questions. What now? He pulled away from the kiss and stared up at you with grin. "I'm guessing I have another reason to be protective of you now." A small laugh was heard before you hummed in agreement. "Yup." You just stared right back down at him, and God, it was hard not to kiss him again. "You wanna take me home, Al?" He nodded and started to walk in the direction of home-- and by that, meaning the exit of this stupid hotel. "Thank you for choosing to ride with Allen today- Ow!" You bonked him on the head. "Go faster!" He picked up the pace by jogging. "Alright, whatever you say, babydoll. I'll go harder and deeper as well- Hey!" You hit him again with a red face. "You have no shame!" Allen's cheeks were hurting from how much he was smiling. It was just too much fun to tease you for the pleasure he got out of it was so addicting. And that last statement you made about him was very true. With you, he had no shame at all. No secrets to hide, and certainly, no boundaries.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #reader insert #aph #aph america #america x reader #2ptalia #2p america x reader #series #Axis Powers Hetalia #Axis powers ヘタリア #HETALIA FANFIC #Hetalia Fanfiction

38 notes · View notes

mysticandskepticmuses · 4 years

Photo

altered carbon au; a confrontation between june moone and her methuselah parents, daniel and maria moone, who are drawing the line in the sand when confronted with proof of her relationship with takeshi kovacs. written for my au w/ @magicandsciencemuses. it doesn’t really have a beginning or an end, sorry ? not sorry i guess, i needed to jump straight into the action and it didn’t feel right to try and build up to it after i was already there and it’s intentionally left ‘hanging’ at the end because it will be followed by another drabble and/or starter for the scene w/ june & takeshi afterwards. there is a LOT of potentially triggering content. emotional trauma, emotional manipulation / abuse, implied allusions to domestic abuse, name-calling, general angst so please do not read if these things are triggers to you!

“Perhaps if you were thinking clearly instead of giving way to your baser instincts – if you were thinking at all instead of indulging in mindless rutting like some bitch in heat you would have even the smallest concept of the kind of man you have brought into your life – our lives!” The words were practically spat at her, her father’s features red and angry; nostrils flared, lips pressed tight enough they seemed nonexistent, his large frame clenched and taut, his last words accentuated by a furious thud of balled fists slammed against the desk he now towered over with enough force to send scattered objects flying, a faint and slightly sickening crack of – the wood beneath his fists, his fists themselves – she didn’t know for sure which, and for perhaps the first time in her life, she found she didn’t have the wherewithal to wonder, to care. She had never – never seen him like this, seen him so near to erupting with anger and violence – she had never … ever imagined that he would say …

Was this what it felt like, to be sucker punched? To be gutted, to be – eviscerated? She couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was … a weight, a ton of weight that had slammed into her chest and stomach, that had flattened her, stolen breath and thought and words and any residual sense of composure or hope that she had, the world, snatched out from underneath her feet and she was left hanging, scrabbling in the vacuum of space, her voice, her breath ripped out of her lungs. She could feel her body, shaking, her lashes spinning, jerking rapidly as she fought against the violent surge of tears that spilled, soundlessly for a long moment, over her lashes, scalding and stinging her cheeks as she tried to – to breathe, to think, to feel anything other than the wrenching, twisting feeling in her gut. Never. Never in her life had he truly raised his voice to her, never, ever had he thought to say something so – heartless. Her jaw quivered, her lips pressing tight, swallowing down the choking sound that clenched, tight and agonizing in her chest. “You – “ Her voice was shaking, weak. “You – don’t – know – anything about the kind of man he is,” she raged, in stuttered gasps, fingers digging trenches through her palms, knotting against her stomach as she tried to find the breath necessary to keep from dissolving into the multi-colored dissolving dots that spun at the edges of her blurred, streaked vision. “You know –”

“I know ENOUGH,” Daniel’s voice roared, white knuckled fists still digging into the faint hollows of the desk beneath him where they had impacted moments before. “I know all I need to know.” His voice was white-hot, wounded pride and centuries-old-ego crashing together into a dangerous compound that had needed only a spark to ignite. One hand raised, a harsh gesture through the air that made her flinch, an array of images spinning to life in the air around them. Images, snapshots, of marred flesh, of her bruised throat and wrists, the pages of the medical reports from her sleeve repair spinning by one after the other; moving images, flickers of tangled limbs, of gasped and throaty sounds, a dozen intimacies caught in ten- fifteen- second loops – the night of the Bancroft ball, snippets from the beach-house security cameras, and others, a shaky, hand-held or perhaps aerial remote camera that honed in on the slightly grainy, but still clearly discernible features of June and Takeshi entangled against an alley wall, and another of similar quality that showed skin, bared, coarse sounds of their rough coupling tinny from the distance of the camera outside of his hotel room but – clear enough.

Humiliation flooded her, acidic as it cascaded over nerves so recently left raw and open; anger and resentment, indignation burning hot in his gaze as he shoved the images away, the sounds seeming to linger for a few seconds more. “You – had me – followed?” Takeshi’s words from the ruins echoed in her thoughts – she’d been so quick to dismiss the possibility – “Oh, no,” Daniel scoffed, cutting off that line of questioning in an instant. “That is not up for discussion, and as luck would have it, those lovely snippets of your behaviour were brought to your mother and I by two separate individuals who – fortunately for you – had the decency to ‘offer’ to sell the footage to me, rather than to the spin rags,” he seethed, and it seemed something in those words registered, a creeping, gnawing understanding worming its way through her chest. “Do you have any idea the potential scandal that this could have dragged you – this family through? My only daughter, fucking the last Envoy, a known murderer – an assassin, a mercenary, a terrorist in the streets like a common whore –”

It didn’t seem to wound, quite so deeply as his first insults – she’d stopped feeling anything other than shock minutes before. “Do you care, even a little, about all that we have done for you, all that this family stands for –?” A harsh sound, a brittle, contorted scoff rushed from her at his words, silvery-limned jade eyes gleaming brightly, almost inhumanly in her nearly ghost-pale features as her gaze cut up sharply to him, to her, the nearly silent, immobile form of the draconian woman who stood behind Daniel, one elbow resting lightly, casually on the back of his chair, watching the events unfold with an impassable mask of calm. “Oh, you can’t actually –” June began, disbelief and a bitter edge of disdain sharpening her words before another gesture, another thud of Daniel’s hand, palm flat this time, slammed down onto the desk. To her credit, June didn’t flinch that time. “You leave your mother out of this,” he spoke, his words frigid, the warning clear in his posture and expression. “You have done this, you have endangered everything, with your reckless, sycophantic, childish behaviour and it ends now. Laurens Bancroft did not summon this creature from the depths of cold storage to be your plaything, and I will not have you sullying our name, gallivanting around town with this monster who has – do you know how many organic deaths, how many real deaths this Kovacs has left callously in his wake?”

“Perhaps you’d care to see that footage as well,” the offer came, silky smooth, a soft and deadly offer made from the viper behind the desk, a tilt of her head as she mimicked concern, sympathy. “I don’t think you realize just how lucky you are to have limped away with as little harm as you’ve endured –” Maria began, before June’s taut, short words cut her off.

“You. Know. Nothing about him. He would never hurt me,” June spoke, outrage and utter faith echoing simply in her words, mirrored in the edges of disgust that twisted her mockingly youthful features at even the thought.

Maria’s expression showed a flicker of intrigue before her brows tucked together, concern seeming to warm her gaze and soften her features, a small step taken forward as she placed a hand on Daniel’s shoulders, exchanging a glance with him before she turned her focus back to June to speak again. “Oh, darling,” she spoke softly, regret tinting her words. “Oh - you think … you thought he cared for you,” she empathized, a frown tugging gently at the edges of her lips as she watched June’s reactions, watched the edges of indignation crumble just so. “I’m sorry, darling,” Maria continued. “It’s – truly a tale as old as time, I’m – sorry if … you thought you were the only one.” Another half exchange of glances, before she leaned in over Daniel’s stance slightly to pull open one of the folders that had half scattered at his attacks on the desk, opening the file and with a simple gesture, fanned out a series of still photos, all featuring various quality images that showed the Envoy’s current sleeve in various stages of coitus in his hotel room with at least two different women, one June didn’t recognize – young, delicate looking, pretty in a … haunting way – the other easily recognizable to her – Miriam – with date and time stamps that marked the interactions scattered throughout the last few weeks.

That, June felt. The twist of the dagger in her chest, snaking deeper, bleeding freely. “And?” She tried to believe she didn’t care, that it didn’t matter – they had never set boundaries, rules, had never spoken of – She could feel him, the way his rough fingertips swept over her cheek, the way his fingers eased through her hair, his thumb brushing over her ear, scarred knuckles teasing along her throat – the warmth of his breath flickering, teasing over her skin in the warmth of the sun, the sinking sensation of bare toes into wet, squelching sand as his lips brushed over hers, soft and filled with – longing. She hated them – hated the tears that welled over lashes and streaked over her cheeks, brushed away angrily with the palms and back of her hands as she forced her gaze back to them, white lipped and white knuckled. “I have – done – everything you ever asked of me,” June spoke, her words thin, her voice tight, warbling with the overload of emotions. “Everything. I have been – Never, in all my life, have I done anything that might cast a modicum of scandal or negativity on this family–”

“Until now,” Daniel cut in, shortly, crisply, his voice pitched lower but no less seething, the vein in his forehead still pulsing rapidly though – he seemed to have expended the worst of his outrage. “It will not happen again. There are no ifs, ands, or buts - this is not up for debate, you will do as you are told or you will face the consequences. You think you know what this world is, child, but believe you me, it is a far different beast without the protection and comforts that you have been afforded. Tell him, in person, if you must – but this ends. Now. If – if – you think you can defy me, consider carefully what you think you have. What you think you own, because – I promise you, it is far less than you believe.”

#DRABBLE.#DRABBLE. ( june moone. )#DO NOT REBLOG #abuse tw

5 notes · View notes

heartfeltfangirl · 6 years

Text

a white-hot pride for you to see

this is technically written because of the pride flash fest by @phandomficfests, but I wrote way over limit and I am late for it, because I was busy proposing to my girlfriend on the weekend :) but I wanted to post it anyway.

Rating: T (only for themes of homophobia)

Summary: There's different sorts of prides: quiet and personal, loud and happy - and there's the angry one, that makes you want to fight those who are the reason your life is so hard sometimes. // On the airplane aisle across from Phil is a homophobe who doesn't like him watching Queer Eye. So what if he has a little fun with this?

Wordcount: 1.5 k

[Read on AO3]

Phil's angry, and it surprises him.

He's not an angry person, usually. Not towards other people at least. He might yell at the TV when he loses a game, sure, and he knows he can be a nuisance if he gets hungry. But when it comes to the people around him, he is usually understanding and patient to the point where Dan often steps in and snarks at someone on his behalf.

And yet, right now - right now he's feeling a tenseness in his chest that makes him want to bite something, or grab Dan's hand hard, or tilt his laptop further towards the guy with the disapproving quirk of his eyebrows that reminds him too much of some of the relatives that ask him about whether he'll marry a nice girl soon each time they see him.

Because Phil's on a plane, watching Queer Eye, and the guy on the other side of the aisle is definitely a homophobe.

It started out subtle enough. A few glances too many in his direction ("Dan, is my hair weird or something?" - "No, why?" - "That guy keeps looking weirdly at me" - "Maybe he's just into you"). Then several annoyed huffs whenever the flamboyant and feminine Jonathan was on screen ("I think it's something else to be honest"). Until, just now, at one of the guys smacking the current contestant on the ass, the dude with the weird moustache that Phil already violently hates muttered a slur under his breath that had Phil ball his hands into fists.

Dan's been shooting him questioning glances for a while already. He's leaning over now and pushes Phil's headphone off his ear.

"What's up with you?" he whispers.

Phil swallows. He debates not telling Dan for a moment, because he knows how mad it'll make him if he hears about this. Dan is prone to feel impulsive when he's angry and Phil doesn't know what'll happen and he definitely doesn't want the British gossip newspapers tomorrow to be full of the news of the two gay YouTubers who are actually gay together and caused a public scene in an airplane by insulting someone who's probably a Very Important Person.

"Phil?" Dan hits pause. "Are you okay?"

His eyes are now tinged with hidden concern and that's all Phil needs to decide to tell him (as if not telling him something had ever been a viable option).

"This guy is homophobic," he murmurs into Dan's headphone free ear, "he keeps looking weirdly at us and I heard him say... something bad just now. Don't look!"

Dan's head swivels around instantly and Phil watches him glare at mustache guy. He nudges him.

"Don't let him see you."

"Too late," Dan says, way too loud for Phil's liking, "we just had some very intense eye contact."

It's intended to make Phil laugh, he knows, but he can't - not right now, when he has to work so hard to keep the white hot ball of anger in his chest under control. He swallows against all that he wants to say, or scream even perhaps. It's people like that - people that are visibly against others just for who they are, that make life so hard for people like him and Dan and so many in their fan base as well.

Phil's always known his love to be right and pure. Deep down, he's always known that. And yet he's had to endure glances and assumptions, had to hide because he feared for his income, has to work against years of half-lies and omitted truths just to talk about Thor being hot. Has to not hold his boyfriend's hand even though he really wants to, all because of bigoted dickheads who sit an aisle across a stranger and insult them for a show they're watching with openly gay men.

"I hate this," he whispers.

Dan looks at him; really looks at him.

"I know."

It's pride month, even. There've been rainbows and flags of all kinds and good shows all throughout June. There have been fans at their shows holding pride flags that they signed, always with a mixture of anxiety and love. There's been their Sims series with its gayer content by the episode, and the innuendos in the shows and the pictures they post of each other and so much tentative happiness and freedom in learning how to be themselves again. There's been pride, in every step they take and every time a queer kid stands in front of them and tells them timidly or stubbornly or proudly that it means something, that they came out or found friends or themselves in the community around them both. Despite the fact that they've made no statement, their life has been tinged in a sort of pride that's often quiet and just theirs, and sometimes public and bold.

And now... now this feels like a different sort of pride. It feels like the activism Phil's only been able to support with donations for the most part, anonymous but grateful. It feels like people marching together for a cause and like standing up for others who are just like them or maybe a little bit different, others who get scuffed upon like the both of them are now.

"We can put on something else," Dan offers, already reaching for the laptop and exiting fullscreen, but Phil stops him.

"No," he says, "I want to watch Queer Eye with you."

He knows he talks louder than he has before and he knows his fingers shake a bit for it, but he continues anyway.

'Let me just... put on subtitles. You know. Just... um." Just so it's even clearer what we're watching, he thinks, just so that maybe even the message of the show gets across, just so that this guy really knows what's going on.

Is it out of spite, perhaps? Phil doesn't know, he just wants to show this queerness and the pride he feels in it all around and especially to moustache guy.

Dan twinkles back at him, curious.

"Okay," he says with laughter in his voice. "That's- ... okay. Let's do that."

Phil's not done yet. This feels good, this feels like doing something. It's terrifying, but it's also fulfilling in a way he's not really felt before.

"Did you water our plants at home," is the first thing on his mind, despite knowing fully well that he did it himself.

Just roll with it, he tells Dan with his eyes, please. Dan shakes his head almost imperceptibly and grins, but luckily he's quick to adjust and indulges Phil whenever he can.

"I think that was you. I sweeped the bedroom, remember?"

Phil risks a glance over to moustache dude, just to see they're definitely being listened to with a scowl on his face. Somehow, this time it fills him with glee.

'Oh right babe," he says, and it's a risk, but they're in business class and it doesn't matter if they're heard, not really, and it just feels too good. Still, Dan's eyes widen just a fraction before his face gets that determined look Phil both dreads and loves. Right now, it thrills him in the best way.

Dan leans closer into his space.

"Should have washed the sheets though, after- you know," he says, lowly but still loud enough for the people nearest to them.

Phil feels himself blush, but he also hears a gasp coming from his right and looks over at the guy, whose expression looks nothing short of disgusted.

Phil loves this. He turns to Dan.

"Keep it down," he shushes him, "and let's just watch Queer Eye. I'm gonna go home with Karamo if you keep embarrassing me. He's well fit, you know."

Dan giggles and leans into Phil shortly. He smiles at him a smile that tells a story of the same sort of recklessness and accomplishment and pride that fills Phil up inside. Phil touches his hand to Dan's knee for a moment.

Thank you, that means, for getting me. Perhaps it also means I love you.

Dan let's his own hand brush over Phil's before he presses play again. The episode continue. [That's the gay lifestyle] the subtiles caption Tan's words, and Phil pushes his laptop a bit to the side. Perhaps moustache guy does want to watch it with them. Dan giggles next to him.

Phil's pride is quiet and settled and hidden most of the time. But today it's a rainbow above his head, a light for those less comfortable than him and something that blinds all the homophobes with its brightness. It's new to him, but he wants to keep a bit of this. He loves Dan and if he has to annoy stupid guys with that so they don't get to make him feel bad - well, then he'll maybe just enjoy it.

#phan #phanfic #pride #homophobia #my fanfics

168 notes · View notes

alexiela73 · 6 years

Note

Hi I’m just really upset right now and your blog always cheers me up. I was wondering if you could do a fic where reaper’s s/o loses a friend because they annoyed them too much and s/o has been apologizing profusely but nothing worked. Just need someone to be there even if that person isn’t real.

Hello, sweetheart. I am suppose to be going to bed right now so I can work my double shift today, but I would like to try and help so we’ll see how this turns out, okay? Again, please feel free to message me if you’d like someone to talk to

Also, we’re gonna call this friend ‘Opal’. No offense to anyone named Opal, and certainly no offense to Pearl and Amethyst from Steven Universe (you SU fans know what I’m talking about)

For a moment, it felt like the earth had fallen away from you. Clutched in your hands was your phone, and you stared down at the device in what started as disbelief and shock before it slowly morphed into grief, denial and utter emotional pain.

This kind of pain was rather intimate. Like a betrayal, one that felt like it could rip you in half. It was the kind of pain you felt when you lost a loved one, someone who had been there for you for a very long time. Someone you felt very close to and thought that you’d probably have for the rest of your life.

The cause for this pain was a text on the screen, sent by the one you considered one of your best friends. It has been a solid ten years since the two of you met. In a way, the two of you had been a lot like siblings. After meeting in middle school, the two of you had been as thick as thieves. When one family went out, the other bestie went too.

Yet in the last year, you felt like there was somewhat of a rift forming between the two of you. Instantly you had tried to mend the gap, trying to spend time with Opal and talking to them when you could. Yet Opal no longer had seemed interested in half of what the two of you did. Opal no longer tried to initiate contact with you and her replies seemed rather half-assed.

You tried telling yourself it was nothing. The two of you were still friends. It wasn’t necessary to be together all the time for that to be true….yet… the text before you told you that all your efforts to keep the friendship going apparently had been wasted.

‘I’m sorry but I can’t deal with you anymore. Your annoying and honestly rather boring. I’ve moved on already and I don’t need you anymore. It’s time you moved on too.’

Short and simple, at least. In a way, you wish it had been longer. You wish you knew exactly when the relationship had started to fall apart. Or that you’d known a way to mend it. And yet, in the same sentence the woman who had been your best friend had said you were annoying and boring.

I…I annoyed her too much, you thought distantly, this is my fault. This has to be my fault. But maybe if I just…

The moment you had a solid thought in your head, you started typing. You ignored how the front door opened, your rather emo boyfriend kicking off his boots and growling as he headed for the kitchen with a swish of his coat.

Gabriel Reyes, also known as the Talon operative Reaper, has been your boyfriend for the last two years. It was an odd relationship in the beginning, but despite his gruff attitude and wicked temper, you’d matched him well and kept him in line. The two of you loved each other, and it had made you so happy when Opal had approved of him…

“What’s going on?” Reaper growled, walking into the living room and seeing the pale color of your face as your fingers frantically ran across the keys of your phone.

“J-Just a minute, okay-” you started to say, and hit send. You ended up sending Opal a long message about how you were so sorry for upsetting her, how you were willing to do anything to make it better. Surely she would understand and give it another try once she read it, you thought.

Frowning, Reaper took off his mask and set it on the side table before walking over to pick up your cat off the DVD player. It was a small, fluffy black cat named ‘Phantom’ and despite his aversion to cats and anything breathing, he and the cat had bonded instantly.

Staring at your phone, you chewed on your lip, hopeful. Opal was reasonable, a kind person…she would understand…she would…

The phone vibrated in your hand, and the message popped up on the screen. For a moment you stared eagerly, and then once more you felt hollow at you read the text.

‘I said leave me alone! Why won’t you just go away?’

Heart thundering in your chest, the phone slipped from your fingers and immediately you covered your mouth with your hand. Tears had already filled your eyes and were pouring freely down your cheeks and you trembled violently.

Reaper caught sight of you and literally dropped Phantom. Striding over in three long steps, Reaper scooped you into his arms without a thought, his face stone cold as he realized something or someone had made you cry like this. What hurt more was the pure anguish in your eyes.

“What’s wrong, y/n,” Reaper asked, voice rough but edged with concern as he cradled you, sitting on the couch with you in his lap.

You couldn’t stop the tremors, your arms wrapping around yourself and you struggled to breath properly. All you could think of was what you had done wrong. How you had managed to fuck it up so badly. Opal was so important to you and you’d driven her away.

“O-Opal said s-s-she....” you whispered, but you couldn’t make the words come out. All that escaped your lips was a choked sob before you buried your face into his chest.

Picking up your phone delicately in his claws, Reaper studied the texts he saw and after a moment, his lips curled into a snarl as he crushed the phone in his grasp with as much ease as if he’d crumpled a paper. It filled him with rage and a protective urge to nestle you into a cocoon of blankets so that he could hold you and keep you safe from harm.

You didn’t care that he’d just destroyed your phone. Opal’s last messages were practically burned into your memory. Even though technically she had died, choosing to stop being friends with you after so many good years, years that could have kept going, hurt so much.

Friendship didn’t come to you easily...obviously, since you had driven away the one close friend you had. But it was important to you still, and you had wanted desperately to make it work. You were tired of losing people you loved. Why couldn’t you just do it right?

“Stop it,” Reaper said quietly, cradling you close in his arms. “I can see the little gears turning your head. You can’t blame yourself for her. You didn’t do anything wrong, y/n.” At this point, he had realized shooting things wasn’t going to make you feel any better.

Oh, it would make him feel better. But it wouldn’t stop the sobs and it certainly wouldn’t stop the hurt you felt.

Shaking your head slowly as you cried, you could barely find the breath to talk. “I-I m-m-m-must h-have. I-I’ve been...a-a-annoying h-her....a-a-and p-pestering h-h-her...I c-c-couldn’t e-even keep h-her...I-interested in o-our f-f-friendship,” you whimpered, clutching onto him.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to will the pain in your chest away but it burned like a brand, and you knew it would sting for a while yet.

“You did nothing wrong, damn it,” Reaper growls, and a claw cups your face tenderly, lifting it to look up at him. “You are perfect. You didn’t do a damned thing wrong. I don’t want to see you blaming yourself over this, because she isn’t worth your tears,” he said seriously, thumb brushing across the arc of your cheek, his eyes studying yours.

Sniffling, you didn’t know if you could believe him. But looking at him, staring into those familiar eyes and that handsome, scarred face..having him there holding you was the only thing that made the pain lessen a bit.

“It....It j-j-just h-hurts...s-so much...,” you whisper, wondering if he thought it was stupid for you to cry over Opal breaking up your friendship.

But Reaper didn’t. Like you, he had lost an important friendship too. Of course, it had been lost in a much different way...but he knew what it was like to need the person who was once a best friend to them. He knew what it was like to miss someone who was once close.

Pulling you tighter into his arms, Reaper rested a cheek against your forehead, rocking you slowly in his arms. “I know,” he said quietly, voice softer then before. “I know, baby. It’ll be okay.”

Reaper wasn’t much for comforting, but he tried. You were the only thing that made him feel normal, and you were the only person he couldn’t stand to watch hurt in any way. So he would try, for you. If only to see you smile again..

Resting your head on his chest, the two of you stayed there together for a long time. Reaper let you cry. It was necessary, and he was sure you’d cry again once or twice. It was hard losing someone important.

But he was determined to support you every step of the way.

#Reaper #Reaper x Reader #Reaper Overwatch #Reaper Fic #Gabriel Reyes #Overwatch #Overwatch Stories #Overwatch Imagines #Overwatch Writings #Overwatch x Reader #So tired #Need to go to sleep now #Hope you feel better!#<3

92 notes · View notes

bacontodae · 7 years

Text

Cheat

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Angst

Length: 3.6k

Summary: Being cheated on by the one you loved was devastating but him cheating on you with his ex was even worse.

For 2 years and counting you and Baekhyun had been the couple that everyone hated to love. It was frowned upon by many netizens for Baekhyun moving on from his previous girlfriend Taeyeon but little did they know, it was all a publicity stunt.

Sure, Taeyeon had been Baekhyun’s celebrity crush for the longest and finally coming out to say that he was dating her was more than true but behind closed doors was something else. Money, money was all that seemed to matter to SM Entertainment at the time; they were slowly but surely lacking in the financial department and used two of their most beloved idols to reel in what they loved the most. It was a disgusting situation considering the amount of hate the two idols had to persevere through yet the company didn’t care.

Taeyeon and Baekhyun had to pretend to be really happy and content on stage when in reality, all the comments were getting to them and in between their relationship. Regarding Baekhyun’s already existing love for Taeyeon, it had come as no surprise that he was overjoyed to date his crush. Taeyeon, however, had not expressed her thoughts in the same way. Being the mature woman she was, she was able to see past everything else and realise that it was all for the money.

She hated knowing that all she wanted to be to Baekhyun was a close friend but instead, SM was going to force her into the situation. Despite the complications during their short lived relationship they were finally given the choice to end it all and say they were through. Baekhyun was devastated as he really did love Taeyeon and wanted to be her long term boyfriend but the same couldn’t be said for Taeyeon as she soon unfollowed him on Instagram and offered to chance to remain friends with the younger male. In his devastated state, he denied and said that it was best to let each other move on away from any ties they had with each other.

That was when he had met you. He had taken an instant liking over your both adorable yet sexy image and striking features. You could remember the day you two had met as if it were yesterday because was definitely one to leave a lasting first impression

~ Late October 2015 ~

You slipped your foot into your right athletics shoe as she puffed out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. Despite being one of the most congratulated and admired choreographers in Seoul for your incredible dancing abilities, you were never one to not panic and fidget uncontrollably before meeting new people especially when it came to showing off your skills.

You had been assigned to choreograph a few of EXO’s non title tracks from their album. Admittedly you were a fan of EXO but definitely not a stan; you could appreciate their music and their own dancing abilities but you weren’t too much into the whole “don’t touch my oppa else I’ll kill you” type situation. So far, none of the members had really caught your eye until this day forth.

Rising from your crouched position on the floor, you made your way to the practise room where you could hear chattering and a few giggles. With a slightly shaking hand you quickly knocked on the door to signalise that you were coming in. You know, just in case they were doing something…risky.

“Hello.” You greeted and bowed politely with your hands clasped together in front of you. A chorus of “Hellos” were thrown back at you and a few bows caught your eye before you properly introduced yourself and explained the plan for the coming months. All the boys were extremely nice and welcoming with brought several genuine smiles to your face.

You weren’t really looking to get intimately involved with any of them, despite their good looks, but one particular male had another idea. Baekhyun was somehow able to weave his way in past your weak and basically useless walls and by the end of November, had you swooning at his feet. From that day on, you could say that you were very excited to work with them.

~ Present Day ~

Sprawled out along the length of Jongdae’s bed, you scrolled through all social media platforms trying to find something entertaining to do whilst your best friend seemed to subconsciously babble on about his struggles with video games.

“I just can’t seem to wrap my head around how you can shoot someone through a fucking wall, like, what? But then if I were to be in their shoes I would really quite like being able to kill someone like that because they wouldn’t know right?” You paused your repetitive finger movements to look at Jongdae as if you had been listening.

“Yes of course.”

“You weren’t listening were you?” His unimpressed facial expression and tone was enough to make you sheepishly shrug your shoulders and avert your gaze back to your phone. Silence then enveloped the atmosphere as Jongdae tapped furiously at his phone and you tried to peacefully scroll through Twitter. The silence however was short lived after you snap at Jongdae telling him to stop tapping.

“What are you even doing that requires you to tap so furiously?” You questioned throwing your phone down on the black and white (and most likely dirty) duvet. He smiled shamefully.

“Cookie Clicker.” He mumbled so quietly that you had to strain your ears to even catch on to what he said. Your incredulous snicker made him fight back in defence.

“I’m at a really high level now so back off!” He clawed at the air with his left hand to fend off your threatening arms that were trying to get hold of the phone that was still being violently abused by Jongdae’s right index finger. Your cat-like actions would soon come to a pause after you heard some rather suggestive noises. Your mind searched for an answer but was soon dismissed after you remembered that Chanyeol lived in the other dorm. It was a definite fact that it wasn’t Kyungsoo because he was out busy with other activities and Minseok was fast asleep on the couch with the TV playing. You were certain that no one else (the other EXO members) were home so you were left rather perplexed. Rightfully so, your mind had completely ruled out Baekhyun as you were very clearly in Jongdae’s room fighting over a phone and taken by him.

Apparently Jongdae had an idea as he was rolling over in the sheets mumbling to himself. His peculiar behaviour was concerning so you attempted to get answers out of him. You received no reply so you resulted to taking matters into your own hands and you gingerly walked through the door into the corridor. The obscene language and sounds only seemed to get louder which left an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Not only were the moans and groans disgustingly loud and exaggerated but they seemed to sound rather familiar.

Your mind immediately banished the thought of it being him behind that door yet something in your gut was overpowering and telling you to barge in catch him in the act.

2 years going strong and the one you loved the most would hurt you? It couldn’t be; no way in hell. He loved you and you loved him to the moon back, nothing could change that. Would this really be the way that you would end such a loved and significant thing in your life? You hated having the thought in your head but you knew that it would stay there until your were sure.

Making the brave choice of confronting the only person that was able to make you feel loved and superior to everyone else, you pushed open the door to reveal a sight that was both shocking and horrifying. There Baekhyun was, pounding into the girl you had once looked up to mercilessly. Her eyes were rolling back with such pleasure that you thought was purely reserved for you. His black locks were stuck to his incredibly sweaty forehead as he thrusted so hard that the bed was shaking repetitively in a rhythmic pattern. Tears stung the corners of your eyes as you caught the eye of your lover whose face went from unbelievable pleasure to regret real fast. Each time you tried to blink away the image, another warm tear would fall onto your cheeks. It was only then that you heard the second culprit speak.

“Why did you stop?” Taeyeon breathed into the warm air that now smelt of guilt. She went to raise her head to turn around but her mind had already registered your tear stained cheeks and shaky hands. Silently, she parted her lips and let out a puff of air before clambering off the bed and scurrying through the heap of clothes for something to wear. Baekhyun was left stunned with his eyes fixated on you and not his ex who was making a mess of his floor.

“Y/N, I-“ You didn’t allow him to finish his regret filled statement because you had something else you wanted to say first.

“Save it, Baekhyun. I really don’t want to hear you lame excuse as to why you fucked your ex whilst being with me.” Your harsh tone made Taeyeon drop her underwear and stare at you. The whole situation was making both you and everyone else rather uncomfortable so you had to end what Baekhyun had started in the kindest sense possible.

“I’ll see you on Monday Baekhyun.” You began. “Oh and please, continue what you’ve started; wouldn’t want to leave Taeyeon dissatisfied. “ You gave a glare to both of the still bodies and turned on your heel, making sure to slam the door on your way out.

The next few days after the incident were literal torture. Not because you had to deal with the fact that your long term boyfriend had apparently not cared about you and everything you had to give but because he would constantly try and call you. Over one hundred missed calls and forty seven unread messages. You were not here to deal with this bullshit and besides, you had a busy life and didn’t have time to console Baekhyun nor yourself.

You were currently preparing Red Velvet for a big comeback that obviously required your full attention and effort. Baekhyun was the least of your problems at the moment.

Throughout it all, and to your surprise, the rest of EXO seemed to be so understanding despite knowing Baekhyun for much longer than you and most likely preferring Baekhyun over you. However, their compassion towards you and your heartbroken state said otherwise as they would constantly check up on you and make sure you weren’t going to do anything regretful.

“From the top!” You called out to everyone in the room. You stopped your conversation with Sooyoung and got into position ready to watch Red Velvet dance the whole routine again for the twentieth time that day. You really should have been thinking about making sure that the girls conveyed emotion and were extremely precise with their moves but something…or someone was stopping you from doing so. But you weren’t complaining too much, they were some excellent dancers.

As if on cue, Yerim noticed the exact same thing.

“That was a good rehearsal. I see we are all improving.” She giggled and patted Seungwan on the back causing her to back away from the vocalists threatening fist. This was exactly reason why you loved to choreograph Red Velvets title tracks because they were incredibly funny and amazing to teach and they were also like family because not matter the scenario, you knew they had your back.

“Most definitely.” You encouraged them, Seungwan in particular. Despite what the netizens said, she was an exceptional dancer and watching her dancing abilities improve from the Dumb Dumb era was a gift and honour.

A knock at the practice room door brought you all from the joint conversation you were having and made your eyes avert to the bodies walking in. Chanyeol, Jongin and Junmyeon walked in a single file bearing what seemed to be gifts of food. A chorus of cheers echoed throughout the room as they scrambled to get a hold of their favourite food. You were quite hungry after all the brain power you were using but decided to walk over to Chanyeol who already had his eyes on you.

“Working hard I see?” He joked knocking your shoulder with his forearm causing you to chuckle and shove him back equally as hard. You nodded your head and then turned your attention onto seemingly starving Red Velvet. They were like vultures scavenging for food that had been left by the boys. It was definitely a sight to see.

“You’re not hungry?” Chanyeol asked side stepping out of the way as you walked past him to where you left your bag.

“Nah. I ate before I came.” You answered taking a sip from your water bottle. Chanyeol made an ‘o’ face and turned towards the food in the middle. He must of either forgotten about your situation with your ex or he was being a good friend and not questioning it any further as you yourself, had moved on from Baekhyun and his evil ways. Even though you were certain with yourself that you were completely over it, the thought of never talking to him or seeing him again definitely scared you. He was a large part of your life, whether he deserved that honour or not. It was unquestionable that you would never forget him but maybe that would just eat away at your soul even more.

You groaned out loud as you reached the door of your apartment. It was raining and you were drenched and the last thing you wanted to hear was your neighbours going at it for the sixth time this week. You didn’t need to ask them to know that their sex drives were as high as anything. It wouldn’t even be that bad if they weren’t so fucking loud. They were loud, consistent and bloody kinky; everyday was a new kink and you knew this because they made sure that the whole complex knew.

“How about we try spanking?” They would scream at midnight, not considering the fact that there were probably children within the complex. Ruthless they were.

Nevertheless you unlocked your door and quite literally stumbled into your apartment. Kicking off your soaked shoes and shimmying off your jacket, you trotted to your bedroom to go change into warm and clean clothes. You settled for some black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt with one of those mainstream alien embroidery patches on it. Considering how cold it was outside you made yourself a hot cup of tea and turned the heating up all the way up; it was a cosy night for you.

An hour into the film you were watching and you had almost fallen asleep twice. It was definitely the atmosphere that was causing you to close your eyes ready for sleep and not your screeching neighbours who only seemed to get louder by the minute. However, every time you would get ready to rest your tired eyes, a moan would erupt from next door and you phone would ding from the dining table. You finally decided that the constant ringing of your phone was enough so you got up from the very comfortable position on the sofa and unlocked your phone.

6 missed calls, 13 unread messages from Baekhyun. He clearly did not know when someone didn’t want to know anymore. You had considered blocking his number multiple times but you figured that was kind of extreme and petty (despite it being effective). You let out a huff of frustration and took a look at all the messages that you had not read.

Apology, apology, I miss you, apology, I still love you, let me explain, apology. He was obviously turning into a broken radio that only seemed to play the same song over again but in Baekhyun’s case, it was an apology.

You were nothing short of a liar so saying that you didn’t miss the way he would gently kiss your neck to greet you or the way he would tap away at your hand subconsciously. Of course, you have had your fair share of ex boyfriends but for some reason, Baekhyun stuck out like a sunflower in a daisy field.

In all honesty, it would’ve been spiteful to ignore all of his desperate calls to explain things even if you knew it would completely ruin you. The temptation would only build up and up until you would react on impulse and create an even more chaotic situation.

Pressing the call icon, you braced yourself for the unexpected as there was an overwhelming possibility that Baekhyun would ignore your call. Thankfully he picked up with both a shocked but relieved tone that didn’t help with the whole “I’m trying to hate you Baekhyun” ordeal.

“Y/N. You finally called me back.” His voice was slightly shaky, almost unnoticeable, but you immediately picked up on it; it was very familiar. Despite this, his voice almost brought a sense of comfort to your frantic brain.

“Yeah, I guess. But, I have called you to say that if you anything you want to get off your chest right this minute, then this is your time to do so.” The words slipped out of your mouth with ease because you had planned everything in your head. You hated humiliation, it was malicious, so you gave Baekhyun the opportunity to explain himself and not feel like a complete dick because of his actions.

“I…I, well I mean I don’t know what to say. It’s a lot of pressure considering the fact that I thought you would ignore me for as long as you walked this earth.” His nervous chuckle made you shift uncomfortably. You were confused. You wanted to hate him; it was almost like you had to hate him. That would be the logical way, right? But yet again, something stopped you from doing so. It must’ve of been your forgiving heart and good morals.

“Well quick, time is pressing on.” You hurried him.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat which resembled a vacuum through the phone.

“I want to say I’m sorry and I completely understand if you want to call bullshit on that but I’m serious. That night…I was missing you like crazy. I hadn’t seen you in like a week and you know that’s true. So,” The shakiness in his voice had returned. “I felt lonely and really wanted someone to be there whilst you were gone. And I made the wrong and careless decision to call up Taeyeon and ask her to hang out. Then things escalated quickly and not before long, I was…we were having sex.”

The last sentence he said made you choke on your spit. The way he said it out loud was like a reality check that was too real. His tone harsh, just regretful. That was what made you feel weak. Was he manipulating you? You couldn’t tell just yet.

“So you only cheated on me because you missed me?” You asked, a sudden need to scream and shout rising up from your stomach to your throat.

“Yeah.” He was quiet again.

“Baekhyun I called you every single day that I was too busy to be by your side. I checked up on you everyday. I even made sure you were ok before you hadn’t invited you ex round to fuck whilst I was in the other room!” You raised your voice at him because you were angry; infuriated even. All the time and effort you had put into this relationship just to be pushed aside to rot because Baekhyun was needy and selfish. The sacrifices you made that week you were busy just to check up on him were now useless.

“Yes I know and I appreciate that but…” He trailed off. You assumed that there wasn’t a valid reason or a reason at all as to why he would cheat so you saved him from having to talk anymore.

“Listen Baekhyun. You cheated, I’m hurt but it’s over now. If anything you should take this as a hint.” Your voice cracked because everything was suddenly becoming so real. You were really about to cut off anything you ever had with Baekhyun.

“What do you mean ‘a hint’?” He was on the verge of tears, you could tell.

“You and Taeyeon look great together and I’m sure she has more time for you. Goodbye Baekhyun.” A stray tear left your eye as your voice barely managed to get out the most difficult words you had ever needed to say. You could also tell that Baekhyun felt the same as you heard a quiet sob from the other side of the line.

That was when you hung up leaving Baekhyun with his own guilt and regret. You felt horrible, like a monster that went around mercilessly breaking people’s hearts. It was a horrible feeling to know that you had caused someone such distress because you knew exactly how it felt. In a sense, you were both the victims and the culprits doing equally bad things. But it had to come to an end and that end was brutal.

A/N: this was angst and i loved writing it. all i’m gonna say is expect a part 2…….(if this gets good feedback lmao)

#baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fic #exo #exo fic #exo angst #exo fanfiction #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun series

419 notes · View notes

captainjetrocketboy · 6 years

Text

Carry the Blame [ModestHD Fanfic]

Woah, hey, this is different. I really was not expecting to be so invested in this ship, but things happen right? I saw how little there was for this ship, too, and I was like “Well that’s gotta change”. So, enjoy I guess. A little different from the usual, but it’s good to shake it up once in a while, eh?

From an outsider’s perspective, their job might seem like living the dream. Nearly every day is filled with excitement and adrenaline-pumping action, a gun is always attached somewhere on their person, and to top it all, they’re living on a pile of cash.

At least, that’s what it looks like. Truthfully, they fear for their very lives day to day. It certainly isn’t the dream they were expecting to be living.

Except Aleks, who was always the thrill-seeker of the group. It was as if he couldn’t keep moving forward without a bit of exhilaration during heists. One time, he had tripped an alarm on purpose just so he could get the chance to run away, maybe even shoot his trusty pistol. The others hold this against Aleks, sometimes saying that he’s a liability, but for the most part they let it fly past over their heads. What could they say, Aleks may be reckless, but he’s damn good at his job.

Today was no different. Aleks was eagerly anticipating their next robbery, like he always did. Yet this time, Brett thought it was time to bring in their youngest recruit, Trevor, onto the field. Aleks was rightfully against such an action, but Brett reasoned that it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Aleks would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried for the guy. After all the time put into training, Trevor might be able to pretend like he’s a threat, but he was still an awkward and fragile being. But Aleks knew that this went beyond just Trevor’s safety. It also affected him, on a deeper, personal level.

From the moment the Russian’s heart began to thaw, Aleks started to spend more time with Trevor. More meaningful time, that is, whether it was extra rounds in the weight room, or outside chilling in the night air after a rough day. No matter how much Aleks wanted to deny it, the feelings would never go down. They would never go away. Never leave him alone.

Aleks was in love with Trevor.

But he couldn’t just tell that to him. He couldn’t risk it, not with the kind of life they lead. If they were to become a real thing, then surely heartbreak would follow suit. Either one of them could be dead the next day, and Aleks didn’t think he could handle it. Even so, what if Trevor didn’t like him back? It’s happened before with previous crushes, but those didn’t feel as right as it does now with Trevor. Aleks planned to be upfront about it, but could never go through with it. He would always give himself shit for it; for being a fucking coward that can’t admit anything to their lover.

Despite his protests and troubling thoughts, Aleks was still ready for this mission. It was all going fine until the blaring sirens pierced his eardrums.

“What the fuck?! I thought that Asher and Trevor were keeping a look out!” James shouted, his voice still shrouded by the alarms. “Did you do something stupid again, Aleks?”

Aleks couldn’t give a proper response before Brett cut him off. “C’mon, now isn’t the time! Anna should still be at the getaway spot!” Brett started in a direction, and both James and Aleks tailed behind.

The pit in Aleks’ stomach grew tenfold, and he feared his worst nightmare was coming to fruition. If Asher and Trevor got caught, then that could mean…

The trio bolted through hallway after hallway before they could see their ticket out of here. But what captured Aleks’ eye was the leaning figure against Asher, who was struggling to get them both into the car. Brett, James, and Aleks burst through a window as a shortcut to get to the car, and jumped on as soon as they could. Anna floored it before the door could be shut properly.

Once the adrenaline had settled down amongst the group, Aleks turned to see a sight that he wished he hadn’t. Blood was seeping through Trevor’s shirt and jacket, and his body lied limp on the van’s flooring. His head leaned against Asher’s legs, who was still panting heavily and panicking over the man beside him. Aleks had trouble comprehending what he saw, as if the mere sight caused his mind to short-circuit. His heart shattered into pieces, aching his entire body with guilt and sadness throughout. Tears started to form under his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them fall. Just seeing the love of his life like this was killing him right then and there.

The sharp and sudden breaths of Asher yanked him back to reality. He gritted his teeth and cracked his knuckles as an insurmountable rage burned within him. It blazed like a wildfire, spawning from the darker side of his mind.

“What… What the fuck happened Asher?!” Aleks could hear his molars crack in the back of his mouth. “You were supposed to have his back!”

Asher was caught off-guard. He didn’t expect such a volatile reaction from Aleks of all people. Regardless, he had a look of defeat veiled over his face, showing remorse for what he let happen. “I-I’m sorry, Aleks! I tried, I really did! T-There were too many, but Trevor took out a bunch of ‘em! They got a good shot on him, though, and he passed out before I could get him in the van…”

Aleks glared at the other man. The fire inside him was still burning, but he knew this wasn’t the time nor place to get mad with Asher. A fight over Trevor’s well-being wouldn’t be unjustified, yet Aleks thought it would be suspicious if he were the one to initiate it. Especially knowing his feelings for Trevor were still unknown to everyone. Right now, they needed to get Trevor to a hospital, and fast. Aleks just hoped they would make it to one on time…

Aleks was never a big fan of hospitals. Even after being admitted several times into the same place, he couldn’t get over the unease he experienced. The pale white walls felt constraining, as if they were slowly creeping towards Aleks.

It wasn’t any better this time around. Now he had more than just himself to worry about. The doctors had rushed Trevor to the ER as soon as they got there. Aleks had volunteered to look over Trevor while the others took their spoils to the warehouse, which left him to wait in the lobby alone. It was something Aleks was used to, but he had plenty more running through his head, especially regarding Trevor. He was, quite frankly, scared; terrified of what could happen. It was unnatural for Aleks to have these strong emotions, considering his other friends have been in dozens of similar accidents. But things were different this time. It wasn’t just a friend whose life was dangling on a burning rope; it was Trevor who was on the brink of death. The person that Aleks cared for the most. The person that Aleks had fallen in love with.

Hours went by as the sunlight seeped away from the building interior. Shades of gold and reddish-orange passed over the Russian, who hadn’t shifted from position. The only movement came from his bouncing leg, occasionally switching between the right and left. Suddenly, a pair of nearby doors swung open as two figures made their way into the room. One of them caught Aleks’ attention.

“Aleks! How is everything?” Asher stammered, concern obviously present in his voice. Aleks slowly stood as both him and Anna briskly approached. “We came as soon as we could. Is Trevor-”

The mention of Trevor’s name set a trigger off. Before the other man could say anymore, Aleks quickly reeled a fist back and swung it against Asher’s nose. A scream escaped his mouth as he recoiled back into Anna, who caught him before he could fall to the floor.

“W-What the fuck, Aleks?!”

“What’re you doing here?” Aleks’ words seethed with anger. The blazing inferno from the depths of his soul were rekindled, and it was only a matter of when he’d explode again.

“W-We were worried about Trevor…”

Aleks advanced forward, getting up close to Asher’s now bloodied face. He pointed a finger right on the man’s chest. “Oh yeah, coming from the ass who let this happen in the first place!”

“Aleks, enough!” Anna shouted, wanting to stop things from escalating further. She stood between the two men to shield Asher from any further hits. “Look, I’ve been with you guys for some time now. I’m sure Asher didn’t intend to hurt anyone. I know from experience that these things just happen!”

“But they aren’t supposed to happen to Trevor! The one time that he gets dragged along with us, he fails to do his only fucking job!” Aleks’ voice falters as he backs away, his rage steadily making way for sadness. “Tre-Trevor shouldn’t have gotten hurt. Let alone get fucking shot!”

Asher worked his way around Anna, and cautiously crept up to the teary-eyed Russian. He kept a hand on his nose in a shallow attempt to keep blood from dripping. He stopped when Aleks spoke once again, now sputtering his words.

“I-I know it wasn’t you. It was me who sh-should’ve done more.” He turned around to see Asher within arm’s length. “I’m- I’m sorry…”

Asher took a moment to look stare at the man in front of him before using his free hand to return a punch. It made violent contact with Aleks’ right eye. He didn’t see it coming, and he took several steps back in pain.

“You better be damn sorry.”

Anna silently gasped at the sight, and stood frozen before taking initiative. She grabbed Asher’s arm, the same one that swung at Aleks, and pulled him back. “C’mon. We should do something about your nose.”

With Aleks’ good eye, he could see both of them leave without even looking back. He slumped back into his chair, and rested against the hand cupping his swelling eye. Despite the throbbing pain he felt, Aleks was exhausted after that fight, on top of all the shit that’s happened today. Soon enough, he found himself drifting off to the sound of silence that now hung over him.

The night had brought along with it a chilling wind, but Trevor thought it could take his mind off things. He had just finished a sparring match with Brett, despite his vocal protests. The older man promised to go easy, but Trevor’s ribs had to disagree.

Softly, as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere, Aleks pushed open the door that lead to where Trevor was resting. He glanced around to see if anyone else was with him before stepping into the biting cold air. Trevor didn’t seem to notice until Aleks spoke up.

“Hey.”

Trevor lifted his head up to see Aleks slowly approach. He gave a small smile, which the Russian gladly returned. “Hey, man.”

“How’re you feeling? You took quite a beating back there.” Aleks gently spoke as he took a seat right beside Trevor.

“Like shit. Brett really packs a punch. Guess I should’ve expected as much from the balding super-beast.”

Aleks chuckled a subdued laugh and briefly looked away. “Yeah, first time fighting him isn’t great. But, it gives you a taste of what you’ll deal with out there.”

“But I-” ‘don’t want to be a part of this’ were the words Trevor left unspoken. He stopped himself before admitting his fears to Aleks, afraid he’d use them as ammo for a joke later. “I’m just worried about that. Going out there, I mean. With you and the others.”

He couldn’t admit right then and there, but Aleks desperately wanted to protect Trevor from the dangers of the job. He deserved so much more, yet Aleks didn’t have the balls to help him without expressing his feelings. “I’m- I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Give it some time, and eventually you could be as skilled as the rest of us.”

The phrase ‘the rest of us’ hit Trevor hard. Those words only added onto his insecurities and feelings of inadequacy. He almost thought Aleks did it on purpose. Trevor’s face shifted slightly in shame, and turned away from the other man.

Aleks noticed the change in Trevor’s attitude, and instantly felt regret. He could tell that he hurt Trevor just with his words. That was the last thing Aleks ever wanted to do.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Trevor. I wasn’t even thinking-”

“Don’t worry about it, dude. It’s fine.”

Silence hung over the two men for what felt like hours. Aleks needed a way to quickly make it up to Trevor. “W-Well, I can tell you want to be left alone now. But…” He stood from his sitting position before removing his scarf. “It’s getting kinda cold out here. Don’t want ya getting sick or something.”

Trevor hesitated before reluctantly accepting the generous offer. “Thanks…”

“Want me to get you some hot chocolate, too? I could do that if you’d like.”

“Sure,” was the response Trevor gave as he wrapped the warm and fluffy scarf around his neck. “Just don’t spike it with anything.” He looked back just in time to see Aleks give a genuine smile and a thumbs-up before leaving the other man to his own devices.

The news the doctors had for Aleks when he awoke was certainly a welcome change of pace. They told him that the bullet miraculously didn’t pierce any vital organs, and that it was a relatively easy fix. Aleks felt the burling weight on his shoulders finally be lifted. Now he knew that Trevor was going to be okay. That he was going to be okay. The doctors even allowed him to stay with Trevor in his room as he recovered from surgery. The lights were dimmed, and the television was on for background noise. Aleks was leaned back into a spare chair, right beside Trevor’s bed. The doctors were also kind enough to lend a bag of ice for his black eye.

“You really had me worried back there, Trev.” Aleks spoke to no one in particular. It was more for him than anybody else. “I really thought that… you could’ve been gone. But you sure proved me wrong. I always knew you were a tough guy.”

Aleks shifted forward and rested his left hand on top of Trevor’s. “I’m not leaving your side, you know that right? When you wake up, I’ll be right here.”

He rubbed Trevor’s soft hand, a telling sign that he truly has no experience with rough work. He looked down at it, and observed the stark contrast between Trevor’s and his own calloused hands. He certainly has a long way to go, but Aleks resolves to be there for him every step of the way. No way in hell was he going to let Trevor down. After holding his hand for a few more moments, he took in a deep breath, preparing to finally open up emotionally and demonstrate a rare instance of vulnerability. He was ready for it; when Trevor wakes up, Aleks will tell him how he feels. No backing out now. Today could’ve been his last chance, and it only made him realize how much he wanted this.

As if right on cue, Aleks could feel Trevor’s hand shift slightly in his. His eyes widened with joy and tears of happiness began to collect in his eyes. “Trevor?”

It took a moment before Trevor could respond, his voice raspy and croaky but still lovely to Aleks’ ears. “A-Aleks? W-What happened…” He tried to sit up, but recoiled back in pain. “Ah, shit…”

“Woah, hey. You might want to take it easy. The drugs are still wearing off, and you don’t want to tear out your stitches right away.”

Trevor glanced around the room in search for something to look at until his eyes met Aleks’. “The hell happened to your face?”

Aleks gave a small chuckle before responding. “Oh, uh, I may have sort of… punched Asher.” Trevor’s eyebrows lifted at his statement. “It’s okay, though. He returned the favor.”

A low huff came from Trevor as he grinned ever so slightly. He glanced away briefly before coming right back to Aleks. He noticed tear streaks running down his cheeks, but chose not to say anything.

“Trevor, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” Aleks wasn’t going to back down now. He needed Trevor to know the truth. “I-I know this is a little sudden, but, today made me realize that I need to do this now. I… I really like you. I mean, you just mean so much to me, even since the day you first joined us. I know things are difficult right now, and that you don’t want to be a part of any of it, but we can get through this. Together.”

Trevor didn’t have much to say. He only looked at Aleks with soft eyes that showed him he was taking this seriously. That alone soothed Aleks’ nerves a bit as he continued. “As crazy as it may sound, it’s been like this for so long. I’ve just been too afraid to tell you until now. Almost losing you scared me beyond words, and I don’t think I can move on without at least giving you the truth. So…” Aleks placed his hand back on Trevor’s and squeezed it lightly.

“I love you.”

Aleks let Trevor absorb all the information, and waited patiently for a response. “That was… quite a lot, Aleks. I-I think…” He shifted his hand in such a way that allowed him to squeeze Aleks’ hand, as well.

“I think I’d be happy to have you by my side.”

No more words were spoken. Aleks beamed with happiness and relief, and allowed the tears to come down once again. Dropping the ice bag on the bed, he stood up and went to give Trevor a meaningful yet gentle hug. As his arms wrapped around the other man, Trevor couldn’t help but hug back. Both were content to remain in each other’s arms, for as long as they could.

#modesthd #cow chop #aleks marchant #trevor schmidty #aleks x trevor #anna x asher if you squint

18 notes · View notes

confusedsiewmai · 7 years

Text

Ocean Petals

Writer’s note: So this is my first fanfic EVER and I’m super duper nervous so here goes nothing! (Please don’t come to my house to murder me.) I’ll probably write a part 2 but in the end, I’ll also see how this ends up. I genuinely hope you guys will enjoy this. Enough! Shall we begin?

Special thanks to:

@suitboxers (Cos’ this only started because I saw this beautiful fanart of Hanahaki!Keith)

@flaming-potato-arson (For encouraging me and giving advice that did help)

@mrscarocat (For being there while I whined like an anxious kid and for reading this so many times to help me improve and calm my ass down)

Summary: Keith thought he had smothered those feelings for a certain blue paladin. But they had taken roots where they shouldn’t and began smothering him instead. That was how flowers bloomed within his chest.

(Or: the Hanahaki!Klance AU where Keith suffers)

The first sign was the difficulty breathing.

While practising in the training deck, Keith’s breathing grew laboured far too quickly but he ignored the weight in his chest. He would never allow himself to be defeated by a level 5 fight simulator just because he was feeling a little unwell. However, the longer he pressed on, the tighter his chest grew. Each breath sent a sharp pain through his lungs and every strike became harder and harder to deflect. He found himself reacting too slowly, too slowly.

Keith huffed, squinting in effort. The Gladiator bot’s movements merged into a distorted blur, its sword a confusing flurry of movements. When it pulled its arm back, he brought his shield to his left, blocking it.

Under the attacks rained down in rapid succession, Keith was left wheezing loudly, exhausted and dizzy. With a grunt, he swung his bayard. The bot parried it effortlessly and sent him reeling back.

The world spun into a kaleidoscope of colours. The paladin shook his head to clear it. His sight refocused and he saw the Gladiator bot bringing its sword down on him. He barely managed to step aside in time. In the process, he tripped over his own foot and stumbled. Before he could regain his balance, the bot made a stab at him. Keith dodged again but the sword had nicked his right arm and he was hissing in pain.

He needed to keep up. He has to keep up. He cannot-

Everything went black.

Keith was jolted back to his senses when his side slammed onto the floor with a resounding bang. His vision was swimming and he couldn’t even tell up from down. The bot charged towards him. Keith opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a pathetic wheeze.

“End simulation! End simulation!” A voice pierced through the dark fog in his head. Relief washed over him upon hearing the sound of the bot deactivating. Then, he heard someone run towards him. “Holy crow! Are you okay?”

Shakily, Keith looked up and he saw patches of brown and blue. After blinking several times, he found himself gazing into a familiar pair of blue orbs, which were brimmed with worry. He avoided staring into those too-beautiful eyes and croaked an automatic response, “Yeah.”

His chest actually still felt tight. Or maybe it felt even tighter. His left shoulder was throbbing in dull pain and his mind was fuzzy and thick. Keith pressed a hand to the side of his head and groaned as he got up. A sharp pain impaled his chest and he fell back. He expected his head to slam onto the floor but Lance had caught him quickly enough.

Lance winced. “Nope. You’re not. We’re going to the sick bay.”

Grunting in extreme effort, Keith tried to sit up again and Lance supported him. Then, he was helped onto his feet. His legs were weak and wobbled like a newborn fawn’s and the world tilted this way and that, but firm yet gentle hands guided him as he swayed and pushed forward stubbornly.

An invisible yet impossibly soft pillow smothered the already suffocating boy when Lance sighed with a worried smile, his eyebrows quirking in a half-frown-half-smirk that only he could pull off. “Slow down, mullet man.”

***

Then, Keith knew he was screwed.

Blue petals sat wetly in his pale palm and he stared at them blankly before glaring at them. Hanahaki disease. The disease that leeched off unrequited love and made flowers bloom in your lungs, slowly, slowly clogging up your chest and suffocating you, leading you to your eventual, beautiful, tragic death. The world just loved finding ways to rub salt into Keith’s wounds and put him through torture. And the thing that pissed Keith off wasn’t that he’s going to die. He didn’t have anyone waiting for him back on Earth anyway. Instead, it’s the fact that just when he thought that he had, at long last, incinerated his useless feelings for Lance, shoved them into a hole, and buried them under sixty feet of dirt, they come back to haunt him in the form of flowers. Fucking flowers.

And of course they’d be blue. They could never be anything else but the colour of the sea. His ocean eyes were dark and deep, inviting you to sink into the cool embrace of their waters. Inviting even Keith. Keith, whose first experience with the sea was of nearly drowning in it. Keith, who did not know then that the sea was not his territory and was never for him to touch. Keith, who had been impulsive as usual and rushed right into the waters, not seeing past its surface, and plunging straight into the deep unknown.

But he wouldn’t allow himself to do that. Not again.

Crushing the petals in his hands, he threw them in the bin. Even as he trudged out of his room and made his way down the hallway to join the others for breakfast, the beautiful dark blue stayed like a stubborn stain in his mind. There was no way he would let others know about this because they would definitely keep him away from his paladin duties. Voltron needed its paladin and there was an entire universe for him to defend. He couldn’t let some flower disease stop him.

“Ah, Keith!” Coran said as he sauntered over, breaking Keith’s train of thoughts. “I was about to get you. It is rather unusual that you are late today.” After a second or two, his cheery smile turned to one of concern. “Is anything the matter?”

“What? No! Nothing at all!” Why was he so bad at lying? “Everything’s great,” Keith mumbled.

Coran looked at him and the boy deflated under his stare, squirming. At last, Coran shrugged. “I will not press you any further, Keith. However,” his eyes smiled, not unlike those of a concerned grandfather, “if you do need someone to talk to, you can always come to me.” He pat Keith’s shoulder and turned back around while Keith followed after. “We better hurry. Lance was incredibly determined to finish Hunk’s cooking before you arrived. Shiro may not be able to hold him off much longer.”

Keith stiffened. His chest tightened just at the mention of Lance and he didn’t quite know if it was just the flowers anymore. All he knew was that he was going to pretend that everything was fine and that he wasn’t dying from some flower-growing, unrequited-love illness. It would drag the team down and the fact that he had a crush on Lance in the first place will be the team joke for the rest of his short miserable life. And he wouldn’t be able to handle Lance’s cocky teasing. He would never let anyone know.

This stupid pining disease will have to kill him first.

***

Lance sang as he danced in joy. “Keith cannot swim! Keith cannot swim!”

From the opposite side of the lounge, Pidge yelled at him to shut up but Lance didn’t hear her over his triumph so she just groaned and put on her headphones, casting Keith a pitying glance.

In disbelief, Lance shook his head. “Why did you even go to the pool that time? You can’t even swim!”

Keith’s face was burning. In a useless attempt to hide his embarrassment, he crossed his arms and scowled. “So what if I can’t?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Lance said, flicking his head. “Except I’m a thousand times better than you because I can swim and you can’t. Just wait till we have a beach episode! I’ll be showing off my awesome moves while you hang onto your lame float.”

Keith couldn’t help but imagine floating idly in the sea with an inner tube while watching Lance in his swimming trunks, basking in the sea with a thrilled grin, his eyes bright with pure exuberance as sunlight glistens off his wet brown skin. Keith’s stomach fluttered and his lips quirked up. He caught himself and huffed loudly. “Why will there be a beach episode?”

“You know,” Lance said, his hands waving as he waggled his eyebrows. “The classic beach episode.” When Keith didn’t seem to get it, Lance sighed dramatically. “How can anyone be this uncultured! You can just bob around in the sea or whatever, I will be capturing the hearts of all my fans.” He made a finger gun and winked at an imaginary alien, clicking his tongue.

A crushing wave of bitterness crashed over Keith, overwhelming him. “You’re being an idiot. No one likes someone just because they can swim,” he said acidly, glaring, “Lance.”

Lance’s eyes widened for a second before they narrowed. “Oh, really? You’re just jealous because no one likes you and your stupid mullet.”

Keith opened his mouth to yell at him. But he couldn’t make a sound. He couldn’t breathe. His hands flew to his neck. Leaning forward, Keith’s face turned red with effort. He gagged and choked, unable to cough.

“K-Keith?!”

His chest was too tight, never relenting to allow his lungs expand. A hand grasping his neck and the other clenched in a tight fist, Keith keeled over. His body was quivering like a leaf and everything seemed to tumble. He had to breathe but no air was entering his lungs. Hunching over the floor, he lurched forward and felt hands catch him.

From the corner of his eyes, Keith saw Pidge rush over. “Keith! What’s happening?” Her voice was high-pitched and scared as she knelt beside Keith, shaking him violently.

“He’s choking!”

“On what?”

“I don’t know!” Lance shouted. Then, he was kneeling and hitting Keith’s back. “Cough it out! Cough it out!”

Desperately, he tried to gasp but the oxygen never reached his lungs. Face turning blue, he convulsed, his eyes wide with fear and alarm.

Pidge darted out of the room and screamed, “I’ll go get help!”

Lance continued to hammer Keith’s back. In his agony, Keith twisted and turned his body. Then, he managed a slight cough and tasted metal. Breathing should be easier but no matter how hard Keith tried, every breath was cut short by gagging. A violent barking cough tore through his throat.

A spasm of coughs rocked his body. At last, he could just breathe, even if just a little. But a single word Lance muttered was enough to rob the life that he was barely clinging to with his cold shaking hands. “Roses?”

Flowers had bloomed from his lips, blue petals now speckled with red, and had fallen to the floor. His stomach sank.

“Blood! Is this… Hanahaki? Keith?”

Mortified, Keith tried to push him away. But he was weak and his hands could only grasp Lance’s shoulder. He pressed his forehead against his own arm and squeezed his eyes closed. Lance massaged his palms and said, “You’re gonna be okay. Hang in there. You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Thin arms went under his body and he was raised slightly before being set back down clumsily when Keith began to writhe in agony. “Shoot,” Lance hissed through clenched teeth. As he whispered reassurances into his ears, he cradled Keith and rubbed his back in circles as the quivering boy gasped in short shuddering breaths.

Keith must have lost consciousness at some point because the next thing he knew, a cool metal hand against his cheek and someone slapping him awake. Like a man breaking through the surface of a stormy sea, he abruptly sucked in a large gulp of air.

“He’s breathing again!” Shiro shouted.

Pidge yelled heart-wrenchingly, “Keith!”

“Thank god!” Lance said from beside him. “You’re breathing! Hey, buddy. Breathe, okay? Take deep breaths. You’re gonna be fine.”

Although Keith tried to breathe deeply, his lungs could only take in shallow rasping breaths. Someone stroke his arm soothingly and he focused on the feeling of the warm hand against his cold clammy skin.

Breathing was a little easier now. His eyes fluttered open with effort. Tears blurred his vision (had he been crying?) and puddles of blue and red were scattered across the floor. He coughed feebly. A single blue petal floated down, tainted crimson. Then, his ribs wouldn’t move again.

Shiro’s arms wrapped around Keith and he was lifted. Air wouldn’t fill his lungs and there was no relief. The flowers and feelings clogged up his airway, and his chest tightened further.

Shiro was the first to notice this and shook him in alarm. “He’s not breathing again!”

Instantly, Pidge let out a scared whine and Lance’s panicked voice filled his head. “Quiznak!” A pair of ocean blue eyes looked into him and the lovesick boy found himself drowning in them again. Warm hands held his shivering ones and rubbed his knuckles and he gripped back. In spite of his apprehension, Lance forced himself to sound calm and assuring, “You’ll be okay. Breathe, breathe. Breathe for me—”

Finally, Keith managed to get a few breaths. “I-I can’t,” he whispered between coughs. “I can’t.” Sobs and hacks racked his drained, moribund body. His chest squeezed out a terrified whimper. “Lance…”

Darkness engulfed him once more.

#klance #klangst #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron fanfiction #hanahaki #voltron #vld #fanfic #hanahaki!keith #Ocean Petals #hm... does anyone even read this?#well #sorry heheheh...#my writing #im gonna rant but this is canon divergent and i have no idea when this could possibly take place in the current canon timeline #there may be a part two #but the pain may increase #i kinda love pain #dont worry though i wont kill off keith im not THAT cruel #I'll see where this oneshot-ish thing can take me and we'll see though #im gonna create an ao3 account soon so till then this doesnt have a link but i think i'll reblog again with the link when i finally get an a #ccount #first ever fanfic wow thats crazy right?#im an anxious shy kid #ahhhhhh!! if this ends up too badly im gonna erase my existence #or at least this post #okok bye bye bye

6 notes · View notes

xiumin-on-this-shit · 7 years

Text

All My Idols Ch 31: Let’s Do It

“Is what I’m hearing true?” Seunghyun tumbles into the small dressing room the staff provided for me. I jump, wrapping my arms around my torso to cover myself from who ever busted into my room. Once I realize who it is I let out a breath of relief, letting my arms drop revealing my lacy black bra to the man but I don’t care and neither does he. Seunghyun, being one of the few people I know doesn’t have any sort of romantic interest in me, is allowed to see more than the others.

I sigh, “No I am not doing a stage with JYP, Ikon yes, and let me just repeat, JYP no.” The minute I accepted Ikon’s proposal to preform with them the news spread like wild fire. JYP heard and automatically called me and asked if I will be joining him in his stage as well, I shut that down faster than I’ve ever done anything. He’s is a nice guy but a perv.

“Thank God,” TOP sits down on the love seat not far from where I sit at the make up table. “I thought I was going to have to hide you or something. That man is nuts.”

I chuckle, pulling on a white t-shirt I plop down next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, “Good to know I’m not the only person who thinks so.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer, “How are you feeling? We haven’t been able to talk since last night.”

“I’m still a little mad,” I admit. “I want to forgive him and go on but how can I just ignore something like that?”

“I’m not trying to make excuses for him at all but you need to remember is that Seungri is basically a child. He feels as if any new person in your never ending group of friends is going to steal you away from us and be your new favorite.”

“But he went and talked to someone else first.”

“Because he wanted to make you jealous.”

“What?”

He sighs, glancing towards the door as if Seungri is eavesdropping on the other side and is going to bust in, which has happened. “He started talking to that girl because he wanted to make you jealous, but since he’s an idiot he didn’t think you would find someone else to take your attention, you got distracted and he got mad.”

I face palm, “He is such an idiot.”

“I know, I know but he is our idiot.”

“Did he really think I would get jealous?”

“That boy hopes and prays that you will feel anything towards him. You can say horrible things to him, you can be violent towards him, he can take a lot but there is one thing he can not do. He can’t handle life when you ignore him.”

I sigh, “I know that, but Oppa I was just so mad, I had to get back at him a little bit and ignoring him this morning seemed like the easiest.”

“It’s a fair punishment but please don’t keep it up for long, I think maybe twelve hours is the maximum amount he can go without you without having some kind of melt down.” He strokes my head affectionately, resting his head on my own.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him after the show.”

He kisses my cheek, “Perfect, also…”

“I will perform with you guys next time, I promise.”

“Great, I already said you were anyway, the fans some how got a hold of the fact you were preforming with Ikon and got offended on our behalf. So I just annoyed that we are doing a stage together so they don’t need to worry.” He gives me a cheeky grin as he pulls out his phone. “Look! It is already trending on tumblr!”

“Oppa!”

“It’s going to be great! I have to go change, I’ll meet you out there okay?” He doesn’t even wait for my response before jumping off the couch and rushing out the door.

I chuckle as I run my hands through my hair, my life is such delightful chaos.

“Ready?” Jinhwan knocks on the doorway, smiling softly at me.

“Lets do this before I convince myself I’m an idiot for thinking I can preform on the same stage as actual idols.”

“You are going to do great, okay? Half of it is just the look, speaking of which,” He pulls a black leather jacket from behind his back, holding it up I can see that something is written on the back. He turns it around revealing Princess scrawled across the back. “What do you think?”

I can help but grin, “It’s so cute! How did you guys find this on such short notice?”

“We got in in Japan and figured this would be the perfect opportunity to give it to you.”

I jump the small man, nearly taking him to the ground if not for Junhoe appearing behind him, “Woah there Noona.”

“Thank you guys so much for the jacket!” I beam up at them.

“You are welcome, now we should get going before we miss our queue!” Junhoe takes my hand, I grab Jinhwan’s, and drags us down the many halls to the main stage area. Just as we reach the stage I’m tackled by a cute young man.

“Noona!”

“Kookie!” I giggle at the silly maknae, regardless of the glares we are currently getting.

“Not now kid,” Jinhwan tries to pull the giant boy away but fails.

“We are having our time with her,” Junhoe joins in on the fight and manages to get Jungkook away.

“Kookie you can’t just do that,” Namjoon appears, scolding the boy.

Jin appears above me and offers me a hand that I happily accept, “Sorry Charlie.”

I shrug once I’m on my feet, “I’m so used to being tackled now it doesn’t even come as a surprise anymore.”

“That’s concerning,” Jin fixes my hair and straightens my jacket.

“That’s new,” Yoongi notes as he gives me a nice side hug.

“Ikon got it for me,” I grin once again as I stare down at the jacket.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to get you presents,” Jimin pouts as he joins our growing group. I hug each member as they appear.

“You aren’t,” I deadpan. “I’m allowing them this time because I’m going to destroy their reputation tonight by making a fool of myself on stage.”

“That reminds me,” Hobi appears next to me, pushing Junhoe out of the way, “Shouldn’t your birthday be coming up?”

I tense.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jinhwan snickers, “That’s right, Big Bang took you out of town about this time last year so no one else could spoil you.”

“Are you going to have a party this year? Pretty please!” V and Hobi beg.

“I will see,” I deadpan. “I don’t want to make it a big deal so if any of you tell anyone about my birthday I will find you and I will kill you, got it?”

They nod.

“Good! Now lets go out there so I can make a fool of myself.”

“Any chance you want to preform with us?” Jimin offers with an almost irresistible smile.

“Hahaha, you are hilarious. I’ve practiced with these guys a few times which is the only reason I’m agreeing to this. There is no way I could preform Not Today. Blood, Sweat, and Tears, maybe if I tried hard enough.”

“Come practice with us some time! We can teach you each step so we can preform together!” Hobi beams at me.

“I think a few people are in line a head of you now,” Hanbin informs as he comes in. “Big bang is next, a few others have taken a number so you are probably number 5 at least.”

“You guys need to stop telling people I’ll preform with them! As much as I would enjoy messing around I don’t want to make a big mess on stage.”

“We can talk about your future performances after your first one, okay?” Donghyuk offers.

“Okay, lets go.”

“You are going to do great,” BTS cheers for me.

I shake the tension out of my shoulders before following Ikon on stage. We get into our places in the dark before the lights start flashing and the music starts. We start moving, pumping our fists and doing exaggerated hip thrusts. They toss me the mic as they did before I’m so absorbed in the fun I go along with all of it like before and deep down pray that I’m doing as good as I think I am. The fans are screaming so I can’t be doing that bad right? In the idols section I notice that almost everyone is standing, clapping their hands and dancing to the music along with us. It’s honestly one of the most thrilling moments of my life.

When the song is over I feel a little sad but it only last for a moment before Rhythm Ta starts playing. I look over at Hanbin confused but he and the others just quickly move to their spots, I follow on their heels to get in my own. Yet again I go through the motions and join in randomly during the song, ignoring the fact that I shouldn’t be allowed to join in with the actual vocals. It’s over just as quickly as the last song, the lights go to another side stage allowing us to slip off without much notice. The minute we are off stage I’m bombarded by Seventeen who look like they’ve never been so excited in their lives.

“Noona that was so cool!” They all yell together like they practiced.

“Thanks guys but don’t you have to preform soon?”

Hoshi completely ignores the question, “When did you learn to dance? You should come dance with us!”

“Next time I come and visit okay?” I offer.

“Yes! What song do you want to learn or should I just teach you a little of each?”

“Why do you get to teach her?” Chan whines.

“Because I’m the leader of the dance unit!”

“Well you guys figure this out I have to check in with someone, I’ll text you guys later okay?” I give them a quick smile before rushing off to find a certain someone I was planning on avoiding a bit longer but decide I’ve tortured him enough.

I peak into their dressing room to discover it’s mostly empty except for some bum blond lying on the couch. I sigh as I walk in and flop myself on top of him. He jumps, “What the hell?”

“Is that how you greet someone who is trying to forgive you?” I tease snuggling into his side.

Realization creeps in and his arm wraps around my waist, holding me closer, “I’m sorry.”

“I know, I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t, I was a real ass.”

“Again, I know but I don’t think you really meant it. You aren’t capable of such mean things.”

He kisses the top of my head, “How in the world can you be so amazing?”

“I would never describe myself as such but if I have to give a reason it’s because I have such amazing friends they are starting to rub off on me.”

“I have to go preform,” He groans glancing at the clock.

“It’ll be fun.”

“It would be better with you.”

I scoff, “I did my performance already, it’s my turn to go sit in the crowd and cheer.”

“You promise to cheer really loud for us?”

“Of course!”

So much fluff I don’t even know what to do with myself, I know this is short but I hope you all enjoy!

#bts #bts fluff #ikon #ikon fluff #big bang #big bang fluff #kpop fluff #kpop harem #seventeen #seventeen fluff #Seungri #Seunghyun

104 notes · View notes

per-aspera-ad-inferi-x-blog · 7 years

Text

Tack, jag älskar dig..

Hello! This is my first real fan fiction that I’ve written. I hope it’s alright. I suddenly had some inspiration I suppose, to write such a thing. (I’ve never been one to write these, just to read them) But if you guys find this is good, I can try to do more! Feedback would be greatly appreciated! Without further ado, here’s an Omega x Alpha oneshot (Note: There is some Swedish in here, I tried to keep it minimal though, sorry to be a pain in the ass but google translate may be necessary if you don’t know Swedish) ;-;

Omega took a deep breath and sighed. He looked at the moon and stars as he felt the cool night air creep around him. The aether ghoul felt quite weary due to all of the happenings, or perhaps lack there of, between him and his fellow bandmate Alpha. The two ghouls are usually very close, but lately the fire ghoul had been acting extremely distant. Omega looked down at his hands in his lap, an empty feeling washing over him. He sighed again, shaking his head at his own foolishness.

“Bra jävla get, Omega...”, he muttered to himself. He glanced up again at the reflection of the pale moonlight on the eerily still water before him.

Despite Alpha’s aloofness, the pair of ghouls had decided to take up a weekend retreat in a remote cabin by a lake, somewhere in the north of Sweden. Omega had made the suggestion hoping it would coax Alpha out of his shell. Much to Omega’s delight and surprise, the fire ghoul had agreed without too much fuss.

Omega heard a rustling behind him that snapped him out of his thoughts. However, he didn’t think too much of it. He assumed it was just leaves rustling in the light breeze. A few moments later, he felt a pressure on his shoulder, a hand. He leaped up violently. “Helvete!”, he shouted as he spun around.

Alpha chuckled dully. “Jumpy are you?” Omega’s shoulders relaxed as he saw the unmistakable form of his friend.

“I wondered where you’d gone.. You’ve been outside for a while.” Alpha looked at Omega quietly, unsure of himself.

“Yeah. Sorry. I just needed to be outside I suppose.” Omega started walking and gestured for Alpha to follow him. Alpha obeyed, but stayed a little ways behind the other ghoul.

They walked back in silence to their cabin. “What time is it anyway?”, Omega questioned.

Alpha shrugged and said, “Last time I checked it was 2:30 in the morning.”

The aether ghoul stifled a yawn. “Perhaps we should sleep then.” Alpha offered no reply and instead proceeded to the bedroom without so much as a glance back at his partner.

Omega sighed once again, wondering what in the hell was wrong. He couldn’t think of a single thing that could have made Alpha seem so off. Alpha still seemed to care but the familiar warmth was missing from his voice and his eyes. Approximately 15 minutes later, Omega decided he really should get some sleep.

When he got into bed he noticed that Alpha was already deeply asleep, snoring softly. Omega felt a sense of emptiness wash over him. Here he was, laying next to his partner, but he hadn't felt this lonely in many, many years. Eventually, the aether ghoul’s eyes drifted shut as sleep engulfed him.

Immediately upon Omega’s awakening, he noticed that Alpha was still asleep. The ghoul looked outside the window and saw the pale blues and yellows of the sky, letting him know that the sun was just starting to rise. He carefully got out of the bed and dressed himself, being careful as to to not disturb the sleeping ghoul.

Omega walked to the living room of the small wood cabin and proceeded to the kitchen. He started to brew a coffee and sat down on a stool at the island of the kitchen. When the pot of coffee was ready he poured some into a travel mug. Adding nothing to it, he wanted strong coffee this particular morning. He grabbed a pen and a small piece of paper from the coffee table. He wrote on the paper and rested it up against the coffee pot, which still had some coffee in it.

The note read: “I’m going out. I will try not to be too long. I’ve taken the car. I made coffee for you, although it could be cold by the time you wake up. Love, Omega.”

Omega grabbed his mug and took the keys to the cabin and the keys to the car off from the table. He quietly left the cabin and locked the door. The aether ghoul got into the car, started the ignition, and started off on his trip into town.

As soon as Omega got into town he pulled off of the main road, going down a narrow and uneven lane. At the end of the road, he stopped the car, parking outside of a small florists shop.

Omega got out of the car and walked into the store. “Ding!”, went the bell on the door. “Hej, finns det något jag kan hjälpa dig med?”, a store employee asked him.

“Nej, tack. Jag mår bra, jag vet vad jag köper.” Omega replied as he walked to the store to find a certain type of flower. He selected two flowers, of the same kind, each a different colour. The unmasked ghoul then proceeded to the front counter of the store to pay for his purchase.

“Det blir €3,25 tack”, the man behind the counter said to him. Omega pulled out money from his pockets and gave it to the man. The store cashier carefully wrapped up the flowers and handed them to Omega.

“Kom gärna igen!”, the cashier said smiling at him. “Ha en bra dag.”

Omega replied, “tack. du också,” and he walked out of the store, back to the car. Omega started the car and placed the flowers on the front passenger seat beside him.

“One more stop Mr. Ghoul,” Omega muttered to himself as he started back down the lane, towards the main road. Once on the main road, he put on some quiet music on the radio. He kept driving for about 5 minutes and pulled off the road into a driveway. He parked the car and turned off the ignition. The sign of the store in front of him read, “systembolaget.”

The ghoul walked into the liquor store and proceeded to find some wine. Omega picked out a fairly large bottle of Merlot red wine. He then walked to the cashier and he payed for the wine. Omega went back outside and got in the car, putting the wine beside the flowers.

When Omega got back to the cabin, he hid his purchases under his sweater and went into the bedroom to hide them under the bed. He heard a flush from the bathroom nearby and a sleepy looking Alpha came into view.

“Oh hej. You’re back.”, Alpha noted. His voice sounded groggy. “Where have you been?”

“I went into town... I went to buy some more snus,” Omega said, covering for the surprise he had planned for later that evening.

“Okay.” Alpha said, walking out of the corridor and into the kitchen. Omega went back outside, grabbing a book on his way out. It was already 12 pm by this point. He sat out on the porch and started to read. He was completely unaware of the time and before he knew it, it was 7 pm and he’d nearly finished the book.

Alpha came outside looking for the other ghoul. “Um.. you’ve been out here for hours.”

Omega closed his book and stood up. “Yeah I was reading. Sorry. What’d you do all afternoon.”

“Slept.”, was Alpha’s short reply. Omega’s brow furrowed, a look of concern growing on his face. Alpha certainly had been sleeping a lot lately. Omega hoped that the fire ghoul was okay, hoping that depression was not settling in on his dear friend.

“Come on inside. We should have dinner. Neither of us have eaten today.”, Omega nudged Alpha inside the cabin. Alpha sat down at the island of the kitchen and Omega proceeded to find food to quickly cook up for the two of them.

“All we seem to have is pasta.” Omega noted, looking over his shoulder for a response from Alpha. All that was offered as a response was a soft grunt. Omega decided to cook the pasta whether that’s what Alpha wanted or not. He knew Alpha would mostly likely eat it anyway.

Omega grabbed a pot from the cupboard, filled it with water, and put it on the stove. He just stood awkwardly waiting for the water to start boiling so he could add the pasta. Once he added the pasta, he started looking for pasta sauce. He finally found some and grabbed a red pepper from the fridge. He diced the pepper and then grabbed two bowls from the cupboard. Omega strained the pasta, and put two generous helpings together for the both of them. The aether ghoul placed a bowl and fork in front of Alpha, who muttered “tack,” and Omega then sat in front of him to eat with him.

After moments of silence, Omega finally spoke. “Alpha... you’ve seemed really.. off lately.. why?” Alpha didn’t say anything. He just looked away.

“Please... I want to talk about this. Did I do something wrong? I want to fix this.” Omega sighed.

“Did you do something wrong?!”, Alpha suddenly snapped. “How do you not know what you’ve done?!” Alpha stood up quickly, towering over the other ghoul, a look of anger glinting in his eyes.

Omega shuddered. “Alpha, I-”, but his voice cut off by Alpha.

“Who have you been seeing?! Who else is there in your life besides me, huh?!”, he screamed.

Omega’s eyes gleamed with hurt. His voice softened as he spoke, “Alpha no. Not at all. You’re the only one I want, the only one I love.” He reached out his hand to the fire ghoul’s arm as he stood up. Alpha tried to pull away but Omega tugged on his arm, making him look him dead in the eyes.

“I was planning a surprise for you...,” Omega said quietly. Alpha saw the honestly in his partner’s eyes and the ghoul relaxed his body a little.

“I...”, Alpha trailed off, failing to think of adequate words to communicate to his lover.

“Alpha, hand on a minute. I need to go get something for you, okay?”, Omega said.

“Okay.” Alpha said, sitting back down slowly. Omega quickly ran off to the bedroom. He grabbed the two flowers and the wine. He checked his pocket, yes, what he wanted was still there. Omega, with his arms behind his back, holding the surprise, returned to the kitchen.

“I got us each a rose...”, Omega said. Alpha looked up. “A white one for you and a red one for me.”

Alpha didn’t know what to say. “Omega.. t-thank you. But why-”

“The red one is for me to remind me of you, of your element. And the white one is for you to remind you of me..” Omega said as he handed the white rose to the fire ghoul.

“Thank you Omega. The rose is beautiful.”, Alpha flashed his friendly smile.

Omega reached his other hand and placed the bottle of wine on the table. “Want a drink?”, he asked smiling.

“Sure,” Alpha replied. Omega placed two glasses on the counter, opened the wine and filled the glasses. He put them down in front of his partner. Alpha reached for his glass, and as he did so, Omega walked around the island to be on the same side as Alpha. Omega got down on one knee.

“Oh my God..” Alpha barely whispered, his eyes starting to tear. up Omega took a small velvet box out of his pocket.

“Alpha, you mean everything to me. I’m so sorry you ever doubted me. The reason I kept sneaking out all the time is because I wanted to surprise you...I needed it to be perfect. I hope this proves me loyal to you.” Omega opened the box, in it was sitting a silver ring with a light purple stone. “Alpha, will you marry me?”

Alpha jumped up nearly tackling the aether ghoul to the ground, embracing him in a tight hug. “Omega, God yes. Of course. Yes, a million times yes. Of course I’ll marry you!” He smiled, chuckling, and kissed his lover. Omega returned the kiss, smiling into Alpha’s lips. The two ghouls pulled away, looked at each other grinning and blushing.

“Here,” Omega said grabbing Alpha’s left hand. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto Alpha’s ring finger. It was a perfect fit.

Omega smiled and Alpha embraced his lover once again. “Tack, jag älskar dig,” he said.

“Jag älskar dig också...”

#omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #a nameless ghoul #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfiction #alpha x omega #alpha x omega ghoul #oneshot

12 notes · View notes

shygunfire · 7 years

Text

//Hella rant cause I have such feelings about these two it’s not even funny, WARNING THIS RANT HAS HUGE SPOILERS EVERYWHERE FOR TAL

So firstly, let’s look at MuYoung, we can build things from there. He’s an angry person, and who can blame him? He’s not human but GREW UP feeling wrong and knowing he wasn’t like other people. We’re not shown anything of his childhood except for /everything before he was separated from his twin/. But it can be inferred that it was rough, especially if it’s possible MuYoung /didn’t know/ what he actually was.

MuYoung grew up in a way I feel a lot of human fans relate to; he grew up feeling /wrong/, and he couldn’t shake that, especially with his physical state as a child. He was not doubt poked at and probably teased or even bullied about his looks or his arm or any number of things. He’s always very quick to jump into angry mode, he’s defensive and isn’t above threats to get out of or win a situation, and he holds a GRUDGE /blowing up the city for a blind man sound familiar?/ like we only wish we had the energy to maintain. But he didn’t grow up to actually be an asshole like the TALs say he is in story.

Again, he IS defensive. He IS quick to jump to violent means for an end in situations he doesn’t like. But he is also protective af, not just over Yu Jin and Maru, but even the TALs /as he does rescue Baek-Jung from that unfair fight while protecting Mirine and he stands up to Yangban when he makes everyone in the house uncomfortable/ as well as very caring towards situations /when Maru tells him about the girl he rescued needing safety/.

MuYoung is a man who looked Hell in the face and remained a bad-ass angel.

Now let’s look at Kang Maru. We’re initially shown a goofball who jokes about girls a lot, but MuYoung suddenly pulls us out of ‘oh he’s the goofy pervert trope’ because Maru is actually AFRAID of women. He’s a young man, said to be ‘between 18-20′ and at that age most regular characters would be regarded as carefree and adventurous and lusty for girls, especially a male like he is.

But we’re then shown that immediately after being asked a favor, Maru is spying on people he had assumed were the kind that would be related to the info MuYoung needed. Not only that, but when confronted, he asks, somewhat begs, to not fight as he ‘doesn’t like fighting’. Maru is a healthy young male character who is self-confirming that he has no interest in violence, and we’re shown a lot of examples from the older Chachaoongs that if you’re born a Chachaoong? You better pick up on how to fight if you wanna live.

We have no idea what Maru’s past was. I have many theories, not just the one I use for this blog’s Maru, but many MANY others. All that’s set in stone is that Maru met MuYoung when the former tried to pickpocket the latter.

MuYoung was possibly bullied as a child. In the normal circumstances, a normal man with PTSD like MuYoung no doubt has would’ve most likely bodychecked Maru or broken his arm/wrist/hand before walking off. But he /didn’t/. He looked at this tiny male, who was likely squirming and dirty and likely tired af /who would sanely think to approach a man like MuYoung for theft otherwise?/ and he didn’t see an enemy. MuYoung looked at tiny-ass Maru and saw a child, just like he’d been, a child who had no one looking after him or caring about his wellbeing, and I will never be moved from the thought that looking at Maru gave MuYoung a feeling of kinship.

Because MuYoung /knew/. He didn’t know how, but he could /feel/ that this was a child just like he’d been, and by God, he was not letting someone who didn’t deserve it turn into what he might’ve.

I don’t know how things went from there, but unless word-of-God disputes it, somehow MuYoung took care of Maru and built him a life. He got Maru an education, an apartment to live /possibly housing Maru with himself until that was accomplished?/ and Maru has a steady income that lets him buys things like groceries, probably laundry stuff, he even has his own computer.

MuYoung set up this cushy lifestyle for a kid off the streets. And how is Maru from all that?

He sure as shit isn’t spoiled at all.

He cares for other people as much as MuYoung, possibly even more since he was in a Chachaoong life before the ‘human’ one MuYoung gave him. He is always concerned with other people’s wellbeing, rescuing the unnamed girl and offering to see if she can be given the same things he was, but he’s very aware of MuYoung’s likes and dislikes lists as he adds on that he knows MuYoung won’t be happy with ‘strays’. Maru is aware of MuYoung’s comforts and is completely hesitant to overstep a boundary like that even if he’s trying to do the right thing.

But he does step on that line when he feels it’s safe. Joking about girlfriends when he knows their collective situation and even when he’s suspicious of a person he asks MuYoung to help him observe, he steps back immediately when MuYoung makes his discomfort known. And yet, to have the gall to step on that line to begin with, it takes a LOT of trust. MuYoung himself said ‘you can know someone for years and not trust them, and you can know someone for a short time and still feel the same way’. He was saying this about Jin, in defense to Baek-Jung’s question, but it rings true about Maru.

We’re shown how conservative MuYoung is. He makes Ella wear his coat and flips out when she kisses him. Take that factor into account when you look a his and Maru’s interactions, then; how comfortable could he possibly be to only scold Maru or make an angry face to make Maru stop, and how comfortable could Maru be to have the balls to make those jokes even after he’s been scolded for it?

Maru /knows/ MuYoung. MuYoung /knows/ Maru.

Maru has SEEN the absolute WORST of MuYoung. He has seen true hysteria, true anger, and possibly, true depression with MuYoung. But Maru will /STILL/ talk to MuYoung, he still does as he’s asked and he still makes incredibly stupid jokes.

Because MuYoung has seen his true self as well.

We are told it’s rough for young Chachaoongs, on the streets, alone, no one looking after them. A lot of the background characters give us this information. They are rude, they are bullies, they swell themselves and use weapons as lethal and intimidating as they can be made. They are what MuYoung could’ve become. They look out only for themselves, rarely each other, and those who do open their arms die early deaths because compassion is apparently as rare in them as it is most humans /YEAH I’M THROWING SHADE ON OUR SPECIES WE FUCKING DESERVE GETTING DRAGGED ABOUT THAT/.

But Maru? He says he hates fighting. He prefers it’s his last resort, and even when fighting Luka, he traps Luka in an effort to PLEAD for them to /talk things over peacefully/.

In their first fight, what are we shown? Maru begging for them not to fight, before using a goddamn FLAMETHROWER. Observe his face. That’s not the look of someone who secretly actually really loves fighting. That eye close-up shows us a person who has disconnected from his fucking body, his emotions, his being, so he doesn’t make the connection that he just fired, well, a fucking FIREBALL at another living being. His grimace immediately after is cringing regret and the very clear message that he hopes that didn’t actually incinerate Luka because he just wanted to leave the fight.

Even after being attacked again, Maru expresses to Luka he just wants to be friends with the other.

Maru might not be as bad as Ignatio, but I’m willing to bet that he has some pretty similar Issues. He never wants to fight, he wants to resolve things. He doesn’t want enemies or antagonists, he wants friends or at the very least, nonviolent acquaintances. These go against what he would’ve lived as on the streets, and I’d bet he’d be having just fits as scary as MuYoung’s. Crying, possibly hallucinating things he’d caused or done directly, probably triggered by hearing something.

But MuYoung would be there. He would be there bringing Maru back to the present, grounding him. ‘You are Kang Maru. You are a student in college. You are my responsibility. You are kind. You are gentle. You joke. You smile. This is you.’

Just like Maru would in turn ground MuYoung. ‘You are kind. You are gentle. You are generous. You are loved. You aren’t a monster. You do good things. This is you.’

Their relationship is so fucking important to me. Maru reminds MuYoung to keep caring about people even when he’s angry, MuYoung reminds Maru that he can accomplish things because he is more than he thinks. Maru makes MuYoung remember that life isn’t always serious, but MuYoung reminds Maru that there are times and places for behavior. They remind each other that other people can care about them. They remind each other that yeah the world can be Hell, but there are other people who know that, and you aren’t alone. They remind each other that you always have something to keep being kind and soft and that to someone else you’re possibly their safety.

Even without shipping them, I will defend that they have an incredible bond and that they deserve to have that. They have gone through Hell, they GO through Hell over the course of the story. But they are there for each other.

When Maru gets away from Luka, he calls MuYoung, terrified about having failed and plays off being attacked as a side effect. MuYoung does the opposite; he latches onto ‘what?! you were ATTACKED?!’ and instead, brushes aside the fact that Maru didn’t get full info. Maru’s safety when he was out of MuYoung’s sight was more important to MuYoung than the info /PERTAINING TO JIN HIS SUPPOSED SON/ was.

When MuYoung is attacked, Maru calls Sora because she’s a doctor and has access to shit they don’t have at Jin’s house and really need. Sora and Sae Ha are both doctors, and thus the only ones who can do a goddamn thing. Maru doesn’t leave the house even after Sae Ha and Sora start treating MuYoung, even when he becomes exhausted from worry. The only time he leaves is after MuYoung wakes up, after MuYoung has moved around a bit, AFTER he knows MuYoung is /actually/ okay.

Maru’s main concern during the finale arc isn’t about the mess of the city, the fight they’ve suddenly been yanked into, nor even his own wellbeing. His thought is ‘I hope MuYoung is okay’. He is in the company of someone who’s attacked him twice, and a hoards of fucking ZOMBIES, but he feels concerned only about MuYoung.

These aren’t small things. When a storyteller gives you details, it’s for a reason.

TL;DR: Maru and MuYoung have a bond so powerful I weep in awe of it and I will fucking fight anybody who so much as implies they aren’t important to each other. Just let them make each other happy okay, they deserve being happy.

#//out of sunflowers//#//very long rant//#//I felt very emotional rereading TAL so I had to write this.//

3 notes · View notes