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19ndonboy · 9 months

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religion’s in your lips - mason mount

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A/N: back again with a new imagine. i hope y’all will like this one, feedback is appreciated!! thank you

you could feel soft lips on your shoulders as you slowly drifted off sleep. you opened your eyes, adjusting them to the light passing through the curtains as they landed on your boyfriend. and years later, you still found your heart doing a somersault. you thought about how lucky you were to have this view every morning and you wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world.

you turned your head to face him and as you whispered a quiet “hi”, he felt his heart skipping a beat. he was so in love with you, he feared it could destroy him. he kept on his trail of kisses from your shoulders to your jaw to end up on your face as he counted them.

“18” on the mole on your right cheek, “19” on the tip of your nose, “20” on your eyelid as you closed your eyes with a smug smile plastered on your face, “21” on your forehead, “22” on your pink lips.

a kiss which ended up being messy as you couldn’t stop yourself from stupidly giggling as he thought about how he would turn the world upside down if he had to to hear your laugh over and over again.

“happy birthday my love” were his words that erupted a crimson taint on your cheeks. and with words minimizing how full of love your heart held for the man in front of you, you cupped his head and passionately kissed him. and you were hoping he could hear your heart exploding in you just as much as you could hear his.

you pulled away from his lips and he gave you his signature look, the one that got you weak to the knees before kissing your forehead as only him had the secret recipe to that warm and safe feeling that was spreading through your stomach. you laid your head on his bare chest as his hand found its usual spot in your hair, tangling them while you appreciated the peaceful silence surrounding the both of you.

and you don’t know how long you stayed here until all you could hear was your stomach growling, being too hungry to think about anything else but mason’s speciality, avocado toasts. you heard him chuckle behind you before he spoke “what do you think about getting out of bed, i’ll make you breakfast and then we can do what i planned for this special day” with a smirk on his face. he had a way with words and he knew it. you nodded and then made your way downstairs to the kitchen with mason following you.

he wasn’t happy with that though. before you could even realize, he had lifted you up and you were on his shoulders, you let out a high-pitched sound before laughing out loud. his favorite sound in the whole world, he repeats every time he hears it. he sat you down on a chair, asking you not to do anything as it was your day, “just like every other day” he would say when soppiness got to his head.

so you spent the next ten minutes watching him go in circles between a drawer and a frying pan in your kitchen while he was humming to your taylor swift playlist. and he took your hand to dance with you when the famous song 22 started playing in the room, joking about how you had waited an eternity to “relate to those words”.

you, then, both took your plate and went to sit on the sofa in your living room and started to eat in front of a random tv program, paying little to no attention to it as you were talking about your plans for the day. although, your birthday was never something you were looking forward to and therefore there was never much celebration on that day and it had been like that for years. but that was until you met him. he always made sure you knew how much you were loved and appreciated by people around you and he swore to himself, a smile would be the only trait visible on your face on that special date.

having finished your avocado toasts, he stood up, gave you a quick kiss on your head and excused himself two minutes as he ran upstairs. he returned right after with a box in his hand and a grin plastered on his face. you hid your face in your hands, which provoked a laughter from mason. you grumbled as he took your hands in his to make you look at him. “mason, you know i didn’t want anything for my birthday” you said, barely audible. “y/n i know but i wanted to. please, take it” he said while kissing each one of your knuckles.

you opened it and found a smaller black box, you gave him a quick glance before opening it and what came to your sight was a necklace with a gold heart locket. you opened it and what you weren’t expecting was a note with the words “forever and always, m” in it. a first sob left your lips and you couldn’t stop the ones following it. he held you tight and your head found itself in the crook of his neck, thanking him a hundredth time. he kissed your forehead, and waited for your sobs to subside. “hey hey, no crying on your birthday” and your sobs turned into giggles. “this is the best present i could’ve asked for mason, tha-“ he stopped you knowing another thanks was on its way. “your day is not over baby, get ready and wear a bikini” he instructed you to as he winked, making you roll your eyes as you did like he said and ran upstairs to your wardrobe to get ready for the day.

you put on your favorite blue bikini, your pink and orange crochet dress and you were ready to leave for his surprise destination. he was wearing a linen white shirt, one of your favorites, and a black short and all you could think about was how you wanted to unbutton his shirt and take it off. he was so handsome, the prettiest man you ever laid your eyes on, you thought. you hopped in his car, your playlist ready to be played through the car speakers. kendrick lamar’s song was starting and you were good to go, not knowing where he was leading the two of you, excitement filling you.

an hour and a half and you could see a beach in front of you. he knew how much you loved the beach, as it reminded you of what used to be home for you in your country. he was happy with his surprise when he landed his eyes on you and saw you smile. lucky for you two, there weren't much people here that day. being too excited to leave for the day, you didn’t even realize when mason put a basket full of chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of hard lemonade in his car. looking at the cookies like a kid on christmas day, you sat on the beach blanket and ate one.

and you spent the next hours just like that. eating cookies, drinking lemonade, laughing, kissing each other, talking and appreciating the moment. you couldn’t have asked for anything better as the two of you thought back to your first date.

“you know i was so nervous before. i called christian and he couldn’t stop making fun of me.” you laughed as it was the first time that you were hearing about this. “hey don’t laugh! him and nicole literally joked about how much i was sweating last week. they laughed about how smitten i was already back then” he blushed and you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips “and they were right.”

“idiot” you rolled your eyes, although you’d never admit that his words made you feel dizzy. “that was the most chaotic date ever” as you recalled. “god, it had started so well in that café. stupid joke after stupid joke and i was asking myself how lucky did i get to be here with you. and i remember how neither one of us wanted to end it here so we went on a walk.” you could hear him laughing as you continued. “and then it just started pouring and as people with common sense, we ran to a store to get umbrellas”

“and that’s when i knew you were it for me.” you couldn’t hide the frown on your face at his words. “we got out of the store and before you opened the umbrella, you looked at your face through a car window, saw the mascara stains on your face and erupted in laughter.”

“mason, i hit your face with that umbrella a few seconds after. how-“ you both laughed at how concerned you sounded, clearly a tree had knocked into him to come to this conclusion at this time, you thought. “i know some people would have ran away after how this date ended but not me, that was the best one i ever had. from the moment i saw you enter that cafe in that little black dress to the moment i let you in the front door, my vision blurry because of the blow.”

you couldn’t stop your heart from beating so fast. you never knew this was how he felt after your first date. you know you made it here after this but you never thought he had felt like that. he kissed you, the kiss getting more heated by the second and you had to stop the two of you before going too far on the beach. he wrapped his arms around your body and you laid down on the beach blanket, kisses left on each part of your skin he had access to. and you stayed in this position for the next few hours, watching the sunset with no desire to leave this beautiful place for now.

eventually you had to go home and this day was slowly coming to an end. your hand in his, you made your way to his car and went home. his hand rested on your thigh the whole ride, making you feel safe and all giddy inside. he parked his car in the porch, flexing his biceps which earned him a slap on his shoulder as you feigned to be disgusted. he was so stupid and why were you laughing like a 15 years old girl?

you made your way inside and left your shoes in the entrance, taking the basket with you to put everything you took with you away. mason then took you with him and led the both of you to your bathroom. there was no better way to keep going with your day than to hop in the shower with your boyfriend. the two of you undressed yourself before getting under the steamy water. he grabbed your shower gel and started to wash your back, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your lower back.

your turn to wash him arrived and while doing so, you left kisses here and there on his collarbones, his shoulders, feeling him shiver under your touch. water soon turned cold and you both got out of the shower. picking pajamas for the night – one of mason’s shirts for you. and when you thought that this day could not get any better than this, you heard the doorbell. confusion written all over your face, you followed mason downstairs and saw him with a bag from your favorite japanese restaurant. food he had ordered during the day without you noticing.

you sat on the sofa, a blanket covering your legs and you ate sushi in front of one of your favorite rom-com movies, how to lose a guy in 10 days. you couldn’t recall the amount of times you had watched this movie, mason being your first victim when it came to watching the same movies over and over again. but as much as you loved it, your eyes drooped, wearied after such a long and emotional day at the beach. mason, on his side, could sense your tiredness as you weren’t commenting on the movie like you would usually do.

tv off and before you knew, mason was bringing you to your shared bedroom, and next you were in your bed. he followed you right after turning the lights off and he had his arms wide open for you to engulf yourself into them. one last meaningful kiss shared and before you drifted off to sleep, you heard him whisper “you’re so special y/n, i don’t think you’ll ever realize what you do to me”.

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joels-shitty-puns · 4 months

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Melt With You

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: Based on this request! "Just a soft and romantic winter night besides the fireplace with kisses and long talks..."

Warnings: Fluff, kisses, cursing.

Word count: 1k

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You climbed into the passenger seat of Pedro's car, throwing the shopping bags in the back seat with a groan. Pedro turned the key in the ignition and immediately you clicked the AC on full blast, only to be met with hot air. “UGHHHH,” you grumbled angrily. “WHY IS IT SO FUCKING HOT!?!” You clipped your seatbelt in a rage.

The two of you had just gone holiday shopping in the middle of December, not that you could tell based on the weather. If someone didn't know the date, they'd think it was June. The midday heat was baking your skin, the thermometer in your boyfriend’s car reading 80° Fahrenheit. California had some exceptional views and often nice weather, making for some great beach days... But when it's December and all you hear on the radio are songs like “Let it Snow” and “Winter Wonderland,” it was hard to feel wintery when the outside didn't reflect that at all.

“I know, baby. It doesn't really feel like the holidays when we're out here melting,” he settled his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The air conditioning had finally started to cool, along with your anger, and you gave a sigh. “I just want to sit by a fire with you and watch the snow fall outside the window,” you leaned your face into your palm, resting against the window. “It just doesn't really feel like the holidays right now.” Pedro turned his face away from the road to look at you briefly, reaching to take your other hand from your lap.

“Baby, I have an idea,” he answered you, kissing your knuckles.

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Two days later, you were packing a bag full of warm clothes, getting ready for a cozy weekend away in the California mountains. The drive was a couple hours long, but you were so excited to spend a relaxing weekend away with Pedro that you couldn't stop smiling. The radio buzzed away, playing holiday music, and before long, the station lost service through the mountain road.

“Sleigh bells ring, are you listening..” Pedro began, singing just above hearing volume into the now silent car.

“In the lane, snow is glistening…” you smiled at him, singing the next response.

“A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight,” he squeezed your hand, “Walkin' in a winter wonderland,” you harmonized.

Finally the two of you reached the house, a quaint little cabin off the main road, next to the forest. It was surrounded by thick pine trees freshly dusted with snow, and the flakes were starting to come down heavier now. Your grin spread across your face as you jumped out of the car like a child at the playground and instantly scooped up a snowball.

SMACK, you hit Pedro on his back with the fluffy ball, watching it explode into a mess of frost on his shirt. Pedro, who was unloading the bags from the trunk, turned in offense. “You did not just throw a snowball at me when I'm pulling your suitcase out of the trunk,” he laughed, immediately reaching down to scoop one up in defense. “And in the back, no less!” He threw the snowball directly at your chest, with a thump. “Like a coward,” he smirked, throwing a second snowball he had formed at the same time as the first.

You gasped in shock, “oh now you're gonna GET IT!!!” You quickly bent down to create another frosty weapon, but when you looked up, he had started to run away through the snow.

“And I'm the coward!?” You bellowed, your voice echoing through the mountain air.

You began to toss another ball, but before the perfectly aimed shot hit him again, he dove to the side in the snow, dodging it narrowly and hiding behind a tree trunk.

He let out an evil cackle. “Good luck getting me now, baby!” You saw him peek around the tree before bending down to scoop some ammo.

While he wasn't looking, you snuck closer, hiding behind a shed and running around to the other side for a sneak attack.

“Babe? Where'd you go?” Pedro asked loudly.

Jumping out from your hiding place, you charged him, throwing four snowballs at him, one after the other.

He screamed, snow in his mouth, his hair, his shirt, his pants.

“You DEVIL!” He laughed before jumping up and chasing after you, tackling you into the fluffy powder below.

The snow at your back was freezing through your coat and pants, but with his warm body on top, pressed into you, you felt nice and toasty. It quickly lit a fire into you, and you pulled the collar of his thick jacket down towards you, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“I love you,” you smiled, breaking the kiss.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He pecked your lips gently. “Even if you do play dirty.”

“It's not my fault you suck at snowball wars,” you grinned, your teeth beginning to chatter as the snow seeped through your clothing.

“Let's go inside,” he rolled over, grabbing your arm and pulling you up with him.

You walked into the cabin, taking off your wet clothes and quickly changing into some sweats and a hoodie.

Pedro changed as well, throwing on a flannel and gray sweatpants. You stared, eyeing him from head to toe as he grabbed some logs and a lighter before starting a fire. The fireplace was next to the plush loveseat, a fluffy rug on the floor in front of it. The chimney was made of gray rock and was easily one of the most gorgeous fireplaces you had ever seen. With the fire finally roaring, you sat on the couch, grabbing a large, thick blanket. Pedro settled in beside you, leaning back and pulling you into his chest before tucking the blanket gently around your bodies.

“Thank you for this,” you sighed, tilting your head back to kiss his lips before leaning against his shoulders.

“I needed this too,” he replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around your body.

With the fire crackling a few feet away and your boyfriend snuggled tightly against you, you felt your temperature warming. But unlike the other day, this heat felt right. The two of you chatted and cuddled, kisses sprinkled throughout, before eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 3 months

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I Can Fix That... Pt. 3 | Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

notes: And the plot and smut continues hehe. In this installment I used Lady Arkham as inspiration. She is originally a DC character/villian. The backstories that I included here are all based on the original DC comicbook/nolanverse lore. I literally used Batman wiki for additional research.

Summary| Crane brought a woman home. That was definitely not something he ever anticipated that he would ever do. He needs to trust her and she's starting to have second thoughts. Was leaving Gotham the right thing for her to do? Yes, she likes Crane but does she like him enough? What is he hiding from her? Oh honey, he was hiding a lot...

Warnings| Fire, mentions of a gun, drugs, smut- fingering, teasing, masturbation, dubious consent, the word "r*pe" is used once, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving). Violence, death, insanity, overdose (no death), infidelity, murder, police violence, trauma, abandonment, general unpleasantness.

word count: 8086k

Lonely Day- System of a Down 🎵

Love Song- Jack Off Jill 🎶

Superstar- Sonic Youth 🎵

Please please please read warnings for this one- we're going over childhood trauma

The helicopter landed in an open field in the outskirts of the city. She and Crane climbed out and ducked beneath the blades as they crossed the pasture.

“We’re outside the city now. We’re safe here and depending on how Ra’s plan goes, we can stay here.” Crane looked down at the girl beside him. She watched the helicopter, distractedly, as it rose into the air and flew away. The field around them immediately quieted without the presence of the aircraft and they could hear the other breathe for the first time in a while.

“Where do we go now?” She looked around them at the expanse of pasture and wild flowers hidden in the dark.

“Over this hill.” Crane started walking and she followed, staying a few paces behind him. When they reached the top of the hill, she saw an old scarecrow standing in a field, empty of crops. The man was made of burlap and covered with rags. Straw exploded out of the scarecrow’s body. She looked at Crane who’d stopped to look at the scarecrow. Sensing her beside him, he glanced back at her and clenched his jaw. He gave no explanation or story and she didn’t want to ask because she didn’t want to cause him more pain. They walked a little farther and as they did, a large house came into view. Crane pointed it out to her with a sneer, directed at the house, not at her, “and there’s my father’s house.”

The lights inside the mansion were on and it leaked light across the landscape that separated them.

“Is your father home?” She asked and he chuckled darkly.

“No, I had the housekeeper open the house for us. Just like with the helicopter, I find it is always useful to play your cards carefully. I was suspicious of Ra’s because I’m suspicious of everyone, even you,” he nodded down at her and she frowned slightly. “I don’t make friends easily, they often disappoint me.” He smiled at his own self-effacing humor.

“Have I disappointed you?” She asked him. He turned his icy blue eyes to her and shook his head.

“No but we aren’t friends,” he laughed lightly and looked back at the house in the distance.

“No? Then what are we?” She pouted a little, looking down at her feet and then to his face.

“We’re more,” he answered evenly and began to walk again. She blushed and hurried to follow him, hiding her smile. Crane even smiled, blocking out the bad memories of the place they now found themselves in. He was no longer scared of the scarecrow but the memories he associated with the figure in the field did little to comfort him. They walked on until they reached the front gate and Crane typed in a passcode on an elaborate screen. The gates were black iron with sharp spikes fixed to the top and they opened with a long and droning squeak. The driveway changed to gravel as Crane led her up to the front door and he pulled on the lion’s head door knocker, releasing a loud door chime inside the house. One wing of the house, she noticed, was burned.

“You’re right, I’m starting to realize that I really know nothing about you.” She looked up at the large gothic mansion above her.

“That,” Crane turned his head to her and sighed as if it were obvious, “is what a second date is for.”

The front door opened and a man in a tuxedo greeted them coldly, reminding her of Crane.

“Welcome back, doctor.” The butler deadpanned and Crane pushed past, wiping his feet in the entryway. She followed suit and nodded to the butler, smiling excitedly.

“This is Miss —; Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” Crane gestured his hand carelessly between them and continued on into the reception hall. All the walls were carved from solid wood into even square panels.

“Welcome to the Crane House, ma’am.” The butler bowed his head briefly and followed them. She nodded her head in thanks and became immediately enraptured by the spooky house. “Shall we serve dinner now or would you like to change?”

Crane turned and cleared his throat, his eyes trying to focus on the room without his glasses. “We’ll change first, Hobbs.”

“There are clothes laid out in the bedrooms.” The butler bowed and disappeared behind a swinging door. She turned to Crane and laughed.

“What the hell is this place?” She asked in a bewildered whisper. Crane chuckled, finding the girl adorable in her amazement.

“This is my childhood home.”

“So this is where the famous Dr. Crane was raised. I’m intrigued.” She batted her eyelashes and ran up some of the stairs, her fingers trailing the thick banisters. Crane smiled and followed her.

“Do you like seeing this side of me? Does it thrill you?” His voice prodded her heart and her legs became wobbly.

“Everything about you does that,” she stood one step above him and cupped his face. She ran her finger down his angular cheekbone and swiped across his wide chapped lips. She kissed his neck and beneath his jaw before finally kissing his lips.

“For now,” he whispered as she pulled away. They climbed the rest of the stairs up to the second floor and Crane led her down a tight hallway. Animal heads were mounted on the walls and she studied them with a mixed sense of appreciation. Crane pushed open a door with a crystal doorknob.

“This is your room,” he swept his hand through the room and she gasped in awe. The one room was nearly the size of her entire apartment in Gotham. The walls were painted with elaborate murals. She stepped hesitantly into the room and twirled, wanting to see every inch of the place. Crane looked on from the door, his lips spread into a smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” he laughed and she ran into his arms, smiling.

“I love it! I am officially living out one of my dreams.” She pulled down on his collar and kissed him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeper, her fingers now brushing across the soft skin on his neck. Crane sighed through his nose and found her waist, resting his hands on the indents of her hips. The excitement of the day prompted a sense of adventure and need inside her and she communicated that through her kiss. She bit playfully on Crane’s bottom lip and moaned (intentionally) against him to fluster him. She felt his body shutter from the suggestive sounds she made against him. Her cunt throbbed wantingly and she could feel her heartbeat in her upper thighs.

“Mhm!” She hummed and caught her breath as Crane’s hands slipped to the base of her back.

“You never get tired, do you?” He muttered against her huskily and she shook her head.

“No, Dr. Crane.” She whispered with a soft whine and licked his bottom lip before kissing him harder. She felt his cock twitch on his pants as he pressed himself against her.

“Good, because neither do I,” he bit the point of her jaw gently and kissed over the hickies he had already made on her neck the night before. He looked all rumpled and hot in his suit after the action of the day and she desperately wanted to undress him. She wanted to fuck him like a normal couple, not tied down to a mortuary slab where she couldn’t even touch him. God, she wanted to touch him. She dragged one hand down to his crotch and cupped his cock through his pants. She rubbed her hand against the half-hard bulge and moaned pitifully as if she were the one getting touched.

“You’re pathetic,” Crane smirked and pulled her head back gently by her hair. She nodded with a pleased smile, happy that he saw her for what she really was and what she really wanted. He kissed her hard, taking her breath away, and sucked on her tongue so deep she felt like she might choke. When he pulled away and dropped his hold on her neck, his lips were pink and his eyes heavy with lust. She knew her face was flushed and that it turned him on but instead of acting on it, Crane leaned back against the door jam and jerked his head at the bed.

“Hobbs laid out some clothes for you. I hope they fit, I went through your closet to find your size but I trusted Hobbs and his wife with the shopping.” He smirked, proud of himself for leaving the girl so horny, it made him even harder. He left the room and closed the door, his erection still pressing against his pants.

She went down the stairs and looked around for the dining room, turning her curious head left and right. The clothes that had been laid out for her were simple and elegant. A long black dress with a boat neck that she wore with the burgundy stockings set beside it. She’d worn her black mary janes and run a brush through her hair, knowing that would be enough to help her look put together. She followed the sound of a crackling fire and polite conversation through a far door. Crane looked up as she entered and looked her up and down, his eyes sticky against her curves.

“What do you think?” She gestured to her dress and gave a slow twirl. The butler and his wife stood to the side, watching her with small, pleased smiles. Crane leaned forward, resting his elbows on the white tablecloth.

“Apparently, my housekeepers have extraordinary taste.” He smirked and stood as she walked to her place at the table on his right.

“High praise,” she smiled at Hobbs. As they sat together, Hobbs served their dinner of smoked ham. She took a long sip of the gin martini from her glass and swirled the stem with her wrist.

“It’s hard to believe that we were in Gotham just an hour or two ago.” She took in his body dressed in a black suit without his usual tie. His face was clean and he’d refreshed his hair with some gel, the smell was comforting.

“Tonight could have ended very differently…” he looked at his food. The butler and his wife left the room, going back into the kitchen.

“Thank you for what you said this morning,” she flicked her eyes up to his. He looked back and caught his breath. She looked stunning and he felt the need to pinch himself to remember where they were and how they’d gotten there in the first place. He remembered telling her to do as he said because he wanted her to live and he worried that Ra’s would go back on his word, and as he suspected, Ra’s had, just not with her.

“I’m just glad that we came to our agreement when we did, before Ra’s. I’ll admit that my desire to keep you alive was more selfish than chivalrous because I needed you for my own reasons.”

“Like what?” She raised her eyebrow and cut a piece of meat. It melted on her tongue and she swallowed it slowly, watching him.

“I have plans for Gotham, plans that would involve you,” he cocked his head towards her, adding, “of course. I don’t know yet how Ra’s plans will play out but I suspect that he will fail. Batman will think that he’s saved the city from ��bad guys’ but,” he leaned in closer, “I’m not so easily defeated and I suspect that we’ll run into each other again.”

“Are you sure that you can trust me with these plans of yours,” she opened herself up to him and stood, looming over Crane in his seat,” these plans that also include me?” She rested her knee on the edge of his seat between his legs, straddling his thigh. Crane looked up at her calmly, unmoved by the position of her knee against his crotch or the heat of her cunt hovering above his thigh. Crane watched her for a moment, letting a heavy silence fall between them before inhaling and shifting his torso closer as if he were going to whisper something to her.

“Like I told Ra’s,” he started quietly, his eyes dark and harsh at the candlelight table. His hand squeezed the bottom of her thigh above her knee, she gasped quietly, “I’ll make sure that I can trust you…” his hand snaked up the inside of her thigh beneath her dress. He pulled the edge of her stocking away from her thigh and let it snap painfully back against her skin. “Won’t I?” He asked darkly as his forehead creased slightly. She gasped again as his hand found her underwear and stroked her clothed cunt. “Won’t. I?” He sneered and she remembered to nod. “Answer me,” he snapped and brushed his fingers past the crotch of her underwear, spreading the wetness between her legs with the pads of his fingertips.

“Yes,” she hissed breathlessly, closing her eyes as he rubbed her cunt, creating a dangerous friction.

“You’re pissing me off, detective.” He growled and roughly began to finger her, shoving two fingers harshly inside. She yelped and looked down at Crane, his eyes flashed.

“Why, Dr. Crane?” She wrapped her fingers around the base of his neck, her thumb sitting right below his adam's apple. She smiled when his other hand gripped her thigh harder. She moved her hips on his fingers and he watched with interest as she dripped around his fingers. “How can I fix it for you?” She purred against his cheek, moaning softly as he fingered her and teased her clit with his thumb. She began to pant and instinctively moved her thighs together as the pleasure became too much. She squeezed around his fingers and her hands tightened around his throat, about to cum.

“Behave,” he whispered seriously and removed his fingers before she could finish. She groaned in frustration and held his face between her hands.

“You’re such a tease, Jonathan.” She scolded him and he smiled.

“And you’re a horny little slut.” He whispered close to her lips and she shook her head, smiling giddily.

“I’m just a horny little slut for you.” She ran her tongue across his lips, dragging it up to his nose. She let go of his face and plopped back into her chair, crossing her legs pointedly. Crane rolled his eyes and raised his fingers to his mouth. He sucked her juices from his hand as she watched and then finished his drink, ignoring her when she whined with lust.

“You’re like a dog,” he rested his elbow on the table, “you think you’ll get what you want if you whine enough.” He delivered the sentence with a knowing look and returned to his food. She didn’t want to admit to herself how much that turned her on. She huffed and tucked her hair behind her ear and finished her martini hungrily. She finally had a moment to glance around the room and when she did, she saw a beautiful fire burning in a stone fireplace.

“That’s beautiful,” she gestured to the fireplace carved with cherubs. Crane looked and nodded.

“I think so too. We haven’t had fires in the fireplace since I was a child. You may have noticed that part of the house was destroyed.”

She nodded.

“That’s because the house almost burned down when I was…” he frowned as he thought, “five or six?” He shrugged and sighed, looking into the blazing fire. “My father never let us use the fireplaces after that. It made for cold winters,” He flicked his eyes up to hers and she shivered.

“I can imagine,” she thought back to her childhood in the orphanage, freezing at night during any season that wasn’t summer.

“The house will be a lot warmer now,” he said casually and allowed a small smirk to tug at his lips.

“What happened to ‘behaving ourselves’?” She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow in fake disapproval. Crane chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

“I have no idea what you mean,” he lied and they went back to eating when Hobbs entered with dessert.

iii

It was nearly 2am when they finally climbed the grand staircase to return to their rooms. There was a large common room that separated the two wings of the house on the second floor. The wing to their right was burned and stood empty.

“Where’s your room?” She furrowed her brow as they walked down the hallway, passing the laundry chute. Crane pointed to a room at the mouth of the hallway, near the top of the stairs. Her’s was at the opposite end of the hallway. She smiled and spun around, facing her side of the hallway. She let him watch her walk away, moving her hips as loosely as she could manage. When she opened her door, she turned slightly and gave him a closed-mouth smile, her eyes teasing him. He crossed his arms and leaned against his door, his expression unreadable. She closed her door and did a few extra happy-spins for good measure. She kicked off her shoes and explored the bathroom, finding herself in a mood for a bath after not showering the night before. She turned on the bath’s faucet and filled the large tub with hot water. As she undressed, she spotted a row of cosmetics set out for her use, and included in the assortment was the shampoo that she used at home. A small part of her found it scary that Crane had obviously gone through her home to find the things she liked but more than that, she felt honored that he had planned his backup plan with her in mind. He’d asked the housekeepers to prepare her a room and stock it with clothes and shampoo, all just in case she came with him. He’d imagined her coming with him, and that nearly made her cry. She slipped into the hot water and scrubbed every inch of her body, trying to remove all of the sweat, dirt, and debris that had stuck to her skin over the past 24 hours. She washed her hair with the mint shampoo as Crane had guessed she used correctly before. The suds ran down her hair and between her shoulder blades as her hands worked the shampoo into her head. She ducked her head beneath the water and watched as her hair floated out around her head. When she came up for air, her hair stuck to her back and she sighed pleasantly.

The bathroom was cold when she left the security of the hot water so she quickly wrapped herself in a thick towel and brushed her hair. She rubbed lotion into her dry skin and toweled off her hair. The housekeepers had given her numerous sets of pajamas in different styles. She guessed Crane had decided against going through her underwear drawer, what a gentleman. She liked soft lounge pants and t-shirts so she changed into the dark blue set they had provided for her and unmade her bed. The wide windows on the side wall looked out on the field and she could just barely see the outline of the scarecrow. The house itself had a strange and suffocating feel. She wondered what Crane may have endured here, what secrets he hid inside himself.

She bit the inside of her cheek and found the gun that she’d brought with her from Gotham. She hid the gun behind the headboard of her bed and sat with her knees pressed up to her chest on the mattress. She wrapped her arms around her legs and shivered, goosebumps rose on her legs and she rocked back and forth, resting her head on her knee like a child. Should she feel guilty for betraying her precinct? Should she worry about Sgt. Gordon and Gotham itself? What had Gotham given her? How had it protected her? She felt torn between a route of righteousness and one of passion. Crane offered her a path to her own future set outside the laws of society where she could create her own identity. She didn’t want to be the good girl cop anymore, she wanted to be everything else and she wanted Crane.

Crane was testing her. He wanted to see how badly she actually wanted him, how much she would fight to be with him. He needed her to be obsessed, foaming at the mouth at the thought of him. Maybe he was psychotic, sure (he was). His father certainly was and it usually runs in families. Crane’s manic obsession was her and he needed her, but before he could trust her, he had to be sure that she was totally and completely loyal to him. He knew she had her gun and he assumed she’d suffered more internal dialogue since escaping Gotham (he was a psychiatrist, so of course he knew these things). If he pushed her away would she cling to him more or feel the need to betray him? He had to admit that this test was grueling for him too. He didn’t think that he was capable of love or real attraction, he was a psychopath, literally. He’d studied himself as much as he had the subjects in his textbooks in school and he checked all the boxes but this- this- was a new development that he didn’t quite understand. It almost made him angry when he thought of the power she could wield over him if he got too close. She’d spoken so much of trust and he wanted to trust her. He did. But he’d trusted Ra’s, he’d trusted his father and at one point in his life he’d trusted Sgt. Gordon. Those relationships had not ended well. Then this prissy young detective comes along and confronts him with feelings he didn’t think he could have. That was why she was the subject of his fear toxin reaction. She’d found a way to matter to him and losing her had already become his worst fear. He wanted… oh god there were so many things that he wanted from her. He hoped that it wouldn’t take much longer because he was starting to lose patience.

She stared at the ceiling above her bed and tried to touch herself. She didn’t have her vibrator and Crane had made a point of pushing her away, so she was left to rough it out with her hands. She hadn’t been stuck with just her bare hands since college. Her vibrator had obviously spoiled her and she felt nowhere near as much pleasure without it, though Crane had come extremely close the night before. She dug her heels into the mattress and bit her lip, concentrating as hard as she could on Crane. She remembered the way he spoke to her as he fucked her, how calm and direct he’d been with her body. They both had needs and desires and he hadn’t let insecurities or formalities stand in the way. Her body was craving a release that she’d teased it with twice already that day and she couldn’t fall asleep without trying to appease it. After ten minutes of heavy breathing and a sore arm she collapsed in frustration across her bed. She desperately wanted him and nothing was going to cut it unless it was him inside her. Something- anything. She groaned into her hands and kicked the blankets off of her.

The door handle creaked and Crane shifted in his half-sleep haze. The bed moved around him and he was startled awake by the girl, straddling his hips. He kept a smile from his lips as he looked up at her.

“What the hell are you doing?” He got out before her hand clamped around his mouth. She shushed him.

“Listen here, Crane. Since we have an understanding,” she used his word for their relationship, “I’ll tell it to you straight. I want you. I need you. I have very few needs because I’m a simple girl, but right now, you’re one of them. I’ll ask you nicely and if you humor me, I won’t cause trouble.”

“Trouble?” His voice was muffled against her hand as he raised his eyebrow.

“I have a whole round of trouble tucked away behind my headboard.”

“Nice threat. So, you what? Want to rape me?” He propped himself up on his elbows.

She hooked her finger around the collar of his black t-shirt and sighed.

“You have such a dirty mind. Why do you have to make it sound so perverted?” She held his chin tightly in her hand and dragged her other hand down his chest stopping at the waistband of his pants.

“That’s what it is, detective.” He cocked his head to the side and rested it on his shoulder. “Are you really going to do that to me?”

“Says the man that strapped me to a slab and drugged me three times,” she held up three fingers to stress her point and shifted her hips on his crotch.

“We both have problems, what do you want me to say?”

“That you’ll fuck me,” she started to grind her hips and he withheld his sinful exhale.

“Oh?” He said instead, “what if I’m too tired? Fucking is hard work.”

“Then let me do it,” she shrugged with a smile, “I’ll make us both feel good.” Crane raised a skeptical eyebrow and smirked.

“You really didn’t get enough at dinner did you?” He teased and she shook her head.

“You have no idea.”

He watched her rub herself against him and then slowly allowed his eyes to meet hers. She moaned just looking into his eyes and he laughed.

“Ok, let’s see how you do.” He allowed her casually and watched as she bounced happily on his lap and scooted down to his knees. She pulled down the blanket and worked her hands below his waistband. He was already hard and she scoffed, pissed that he hadn’t admitted how turned on he was too. He smirked as she pulled his cock out of his pants and rolled her tongue around the tip. When she took him in her mouth he sighed softly, his mouth open as he watched her give him head. She swirled her tongue around his length and she bobbed her head up and down. She sucked and dragged her mouth slowly over him until he bucked softly into her mouth. She felt her stomach get hot with excitement and she worked harder, humming against him as she took him deeper. Crane clenched his fists and groaned. She pulled her mouth to the top of his cock and sucked hard, teasing his climax which she could tell was fast approaching. His forehead was creased and he squeezed his eyes shut, allowing his head to fall back with a low gasp.

“Fuck alright, that’s enough,” He sat up again and smirked, “get what you want out of me.” He panted and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She licked her lips and crawled off the bed. Crane watched her as she stepped out of her bottoms and straddled him once more, naked from the waist down. His erection rested against her stomach and he swallowed, staring at her bare cunt.

“I hope you like what you see,” she whispered and removed her top. Her breasts shifted slightly against her skin as she moved and her hair fell around her in a sultry mess. “Because it all belongs to you now,” she pressed her hands against his stomach for balance and leaned closer. “But this,” she looked him up and down, landing on his beautiful eyes and smiling, “this belongs to me.”

“Silly girl,” he barely shook his head as his eyes trained on her, “I don’t belong to anyone.”

“We’ll see about that,” she shrugged and bit her lip as she lowered herself onto his cock. She whined in relief and moved her hips slowly. She was so wet he could her himself move inside of her as she fucked him. Crane’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he released a tight breath.

“Fuuuuck…” he hissed and she squeezed around him, nearly orgasming just by hearing the pleasure in his voice. She panted breathlessly as she started to move up and down, her hands balanced on his navel where there was a thin dusting of hair. He thrusted up involuntarily and they both moaned. She sped up slightly, moving her hips back and forth. Crane’s hands found the fleshy handles of her hips and dug his fingers into her skin. He had laid back completely making it so that he had to raise his head when he wanted to watch how she snapped down on him. She let her head fall back and moaned loudly as his cock hit the right place each time. The pleasure was so good between her legs that her release felt like the desire to pee. When her climax snapped, her eyes rolled back and she gasped, riding it out and enjoying the pressure of him inside her as it carried her through the high. Her climax triggered his as he felt her cum around her.

“You’re going to cum inside me,” she panted and whimpered through the sensations.

“Is that an order?” He gritted out, his fingers leaving bruises on her hips. He was trying to hold off his orgasm but as she nodded and squeezed him again, he let himself cum inside her with a loud groan. She sat for a second longer as he finished and finally moved off. She cleaned him off, sucking his swollen cock and swallowing all of the excess cum and discharge that had collected along his length. He covered his face with his hands as he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you going to leave it in?” He asked in a deep, tired voice.

“Your cum?”

“Yes, are you going to leave it in you?” He removed his hands and watched as she crawled up the bed to sit beside him.

“Do you want me to?” She let her hair fall around them and he twirled the end of one of the pieces.

He thought for a moment before nodding his head, “yes.” She curled up beside him and draped her leg between his. He exhaled slowly and wrapped his arm around the back of her head, resting his hand on her shoulder. She rubbed her nose against his chest, breathing in the clean smell of his t-shirt. Crane closed his eyes and waited as her breathing became more regular and slow. She started to fall asleep, her hand clasped against his ribs. When she was asleep, he propped himself up on one arm and watched her. Words couldn’t describe how good that was, what she did for him. It was better than their first time when the roles had been reversed. He liked that she could touch him and explore him with a needily innocence like a horny teenager. Crane thought about his cum still sitting inside her, collecting around her inner-thighs. He kissed her as she slept deeply, licking the salty taste from her lips and swallowing. She made a noise in her sleep and he drew his hand around her perfect breast, admiring her body in the dull glow of the moon. Gotham would be no match for them once they were united. No one could stop them, not even themselves. Once they started they could never stop, they had to take everything from each other. His head fell back into his pillow and he kissed the curve of her throat before allowing himself to fall asleep beside her. He’d never slept with a woman after sex. She was the first.

They woke up late in the morning and dressed warmly, both wearing sweaters and long pants. Crane had traded in his suit for more casual wear though his attire was always oozing with old money aesthetic. After a breakfast of eggs benedict and black coffee, Crane asked if she wanted to see the house.

“Of course,” she smiled and nodded excitedly. There were some questions she still had for Crane and she had her own list of theories and thoughts that the house inspired inside her. She worried what the house would reveal and more importantly, what it may say about Crane. She wondered if he had lived a childhood similar to hers, one of trauma and violence, even if he had lived in a huge mansion with every monetary item he could ever desire.

They started outside the house, walking the grounds. The exterior of the house was set in elaborate stone carvings. The roofs were made of dark terracotta, framing widow peaks at the top of many of the towers. Crane watched her reaction as they rounded to the side of the house with the destroyed wing, still black from the burning. She could even still smell the charcoal made from the house’s old paneling.

“Your father never rebuilt it?” She asked, curious. Crane studied the crumbling structure and shook his head.

“No, he died before making plans for a renovation.” She looked at him quickly and met his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“But you understand.”

She nodded slowly, “I was an orphan, I never knew my parents.”

“So was I.” He clenched his jaw and looked down at the ground.

“Your mother?” She asked hesitantly.

“She died, here, in this wing.” He pointed to the second floor of the burned wing. “That was her room.”

“You were young then too,” she remembered and he nodded. “Do you remember your mother?”

“Some things but nothing that brings me much comfort. I remember how she died and I remember how my father mourned her.”

“So she died in the fire?”

“Yes,” he nodded and folded his arms across his chest, “she was trapped inside after the fire started. They weren’t able to save her. My father was never the same after that.”

“When did your father die?”

“Before I went to college…” he trailed off and they stood in silence for a moment. “He was a chemist, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know. Did he teach you?”

Crane chuckled darkly, “I guess you could say that. He used me for his experiments.” He scowled. What he had said back in Arkham came back to her mind and she risked asking more.

“Jonathan?” She started.

“Yes?” He asked, his voice hard and protective like a layer of ice.

“What did he do to you?”

Crane swallowed and turned away from the house, forcing her to hurry behind him to keep up. His hair was tousled by the wind as he walked through the icy field. As the slope curved downwards, he finally started to speak.

“He was the one who first came up with the idea for the fear serum. After my mother’s death he became obsessed with it and started to test it on himself like a lunatic. It messed with his head and made him relive my mother’s death over and over again until he finally had to stop and find a new subject. His new subject became me.” He darted his eyes angrily around the ground as he spoke, spit flying from his lips. “He would give me the toxin and at the time, it was 10x more dangerous. He used me to gauge the body’s reactions to fear and kept track of what the brain imagined during that state of panic. He wanted to create a cure for fear, a way to remove the body’s reaction to it. At some point he made a breakthrough in the case using people he’d kidnapped and found a way to remove a person’s ability to be afraid. He used it on himself and after that, his natural instincts became mute. When I was sixteen he brought me here,” he stopped suddenly and she looked as he gestured at the scarecrow hanging from its perch, “and he administered the drug one last time.”

“What happened?” She whispered, her blood going cold.

“I overdosed on the serum and hallucinated that the scarecrow was alive but the fear I felt was multiplied from the large dose of toxin. Your old boss, Sgt Gordon, found us out here having come to arrest my father for kidnapping and murder. Because my father no longer feared anything, he charged Gordon and Gordon shot him. He died where we’re standing… and I watched it. I watched it all happen.” He stared at the scarecrow, his face set. He didn’t show any emotion as he recounted his father’s death, his own trauma.

“What did Gordon do?” She stepped closer but left him a small circle of space, a safety net.

“He took me to the hospital and once I recovered, they brought me back here.”

“You were so young,” she whispered sadly, wanting to cry for him.

“So were you, weren’t you, when you were left at the doors of Gotham’s orphanage?” She nodded.

“I was a baby.” She hugged herself and stared down at the ground beneath them.

“That’s why I think we’re so similar. We raised ourselves- you and I.” He smirked, “it would explain our similar psychology.”

“The fact that we’re both deeply disturbed? Sure, I’ll give you that,” she laughed lightly, her nose burned in the cold air.

“Mm… deeply disturbed,” Crane sounded out the words with a soft hiss.

“Psychotic?” She offered.

“Psychopathic.”

“Deranged.”

“That’s not a medical diagnosis I’m familiar with,” he looked down at her, taking in the profile of her ruddy cheeks blistering in the wind.

‘But not far off is it?” She smiled and looped her fingers in the front of his sweater, her hands brushing the hard muscle beneath.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I’ll have to conduct more thorough examinations.. I’d kill to have a look inside your head.” His fingers traced her hairline and pulled gently on her hair.

“I have a few ideas for other places you could examine,” she teased and he smirked, coming back from his temporary emotional lag.

“Intriguing offer, detective.”

“Thank you, Dr. Crane,” she returned his smirk and pulled him away from the scarecrow. He followed her. “Why did you choose the scarecrow as your alias?” she brought the conversation back and his forehead creased again as he thought.

“I was forced to face my fear and after I returned here with just Hobbs and his wife to keep me company. I decided to take back the power that the scarecrow took away from me that day. Embracing my fear made me stronger, more powerful,” He answered seriously and she nodded.

“Why did you improve your father’s fear toxin if you knew what it was capable of?” She asked quietly, watching for his reaction.

“I made it because I knew what it was capable of. People like us have suffered, we’ve been wronged, we’ve been abandoned and ignored. There are people in this world who have the privilege of never being afraid because they have nothing to fear. I made it originally to use on the city’s elite, the people who think they’re better than me because they think they’re wealthier than I am, smarter than I am. Ra’s distracted me from my plan and I know now that I was right from the very beginning, Batman and his like need to be dethroned. We can be the ones to do it.”

She looked into his eyes and kissed him, drawing his face down to hers by the rough collar of his sweater. His lips were dry from the wind. When she pulled away he held her face between his hands and looked at her seriously, his nostrils flared.

“Do you still trust me after everything I just told you? Do you still want to be with me?” He asked her calmly, a dark glint in his eye. She dropped her head to the side and he caught it easily in his palm.

“Yes, yes.” She nodded.

They walked in silence, their hands brushing against each other and their hair blowing in the short gusts of wind.

“There’s still something you should know,” Crane began as they crossed through the door into the grand entry hall.

“Like how you learned to ride a horse?” She joked but Crane didn’t smile. His face was hard again as it had been before. Her smile faded slowly and she felt her heart shutter and drop. “What?” She whispered and Crane left without another word, so she followed him hesitantly. He led her down into the basement, taking a stone staircase hidden behind a wall panel that also served as a door. Their steps echoed in the small space, electric sconces burned along the creepy passage. Finally Crane stopped at the door at the bottom of the stairs. The door was made of solid steel and Crane had to enter a passcode to open it.

“Through here,” he guided her through the door and closed it behind them. The room was large and cave-like, lined with bookshelves and lab equipment. She gave an appreciative gasp, taking in the room that served as Crane’s office and private lab. “This was my father’s lab and when he died, it became mine.” He walked around to his desk and rummaged through one of the bottom drawers, removing a few small folders and placing them on his desk. He rested his knuckles on the cherry wood surface and sighed, finally meeting her eyes since they got back to the house.

“Back to our topic of trust, I should tell you that I did a little snooping, if you will, into your past when we first started crossing paths. I wanted to know who I was dealing with, which is why I did this and now that we’ve ended up here together, I feel that it’s only right,” the word tasted bitter on his tongue, “to show you what I found. I’ve always told you that we’re alike, that we understand each other but I’ve never explained why. This is why I know we’re alike, Y/N.” He opened the front flap of each folder and pushed them down to the front of the desk. “You should know what happened to you as a child, the things they never told you at the orphanage.” He waited as she swallowed and looked between the papers and Crane.

“What do you mean?” She whispered, “the things that happened to me?”

“How the Wayne family ruined both of our lives.” His voice was slow and dark like syrup and it took her a few seconds to process what he was saying, what he was implying. She looked down at the folders again and took a step closer. When she reached his desk, she scanned the documents with blurred vision. “What… what do they say?” She rubbed her eyes and stepped away. Crane took the first folder, his jaw clenched.

“Y/L/N, Y/N was born into the Arkham family, the founders of Arkham Asylum. Her parents were known to have had numerous disagreements with the Wayne family over the inappropriate use of the criminal justice system by moving people whom the Waynes didn’t like into the asylum. The Arkhams did not believe that the Waynes should have had the right to imprison their political enemies and opponents and tried to inform the public. The message to the press and other government officials was intercepted by the Wayne administration and destroyed, though one draft of the letter was salvaged from the Arkham’s trash and archived in the police station, it was never investigated. The Arkhams, both in their early 30s, were found dead a week later in their home. With no other living relatives, the baby, named Matilda Y/N Arkham by her parents, was discreetly handed over to Gotham orphanage by people closely connected to Wayne following the murder.” He paused, his eyes flicking up. She had gone white and her hand was clamped around one of the shelves on a nearby bookshelf. She looked up at him when he stopped and tried to speak but nothing came. He still waited, giving her time to speak but when she didn’t, he continued.

“My private investigator found this from government records, including records still housed in Gotham orphanage. They knew this whole time and never informed you even after you became a legal adult. They never investigated your parents’ death and Thomas Wayne, the father of Gotham’s famous playboy, Bryce Wayne, never paid for his actions. He continued to imprison his enemies and without your parents there to run the asylum, it fell into its current state. Nothing I could have done with Arkham would have ever salvaged it after what Wayne’s administration did. So, you see now why I said that we were alike in so many ways. The Wayne’s have too much power even now and someone needs to do something about it.” Crane sighed and walked back to the front of his desk and leaned against it, his eyes lowered to the ground. She inhaled deeply.

“You said something about Wayne ruining both of our lives. What did he do to you?” She asked him, her face red from stress and emotion.

“He killed my mother,” he answered evenly and they met each others’ eyes. Her questioning eyes prompted Crane to explain. “He visited my mother whom he’d been seeing for a few months. She wanted to end things because she had me and I was getting older, and her marriage was starting to improve; she no longer wanted to be his mistress. He got angry and locked her inside her bedroom and then he lit a fire, right outside her room. He left before anyone realized what had happened. They found the key in her bedroom door, still inside the lock, locking the door from the outside. They knew that something had happened and the people in the police department knew the rumors, the secret love affair between Mrs. Crane and Mr. Wayne. There was a whole case but the police commissioner closed it and it was never solved. My father was a good man before that day, my mother’s murder drove him insane. For years it led him to do things that he shouldn’t have done. Wayne had a hand in my fate too, setting up my parents’ demise. I would have ended up alongside you at Gotham’s orphanage if Hobbs and his wife didn’t agree to look after me for those last two years before I was old enough to be my own guardian. Thomas Wayne died when I was eleven and yet, he still managed to kill my father from the grave. So, we’re connected by a chain of discord welded together by the Wayne family.”

“Yes…” he whispered and sank down into a dusty armchair. “So my real name is Matilda Arkham?”

“Technically speaking, yes.”

“And so that means Arkham Asylum also belongs to me?”

Crane smiled with his wide lips closed, “technically.”

Realization clicked in and she couldn’t help but laugh. She covered her mouth with her palms and laughed hysterically. Crane smiled down at his feet and scratched the side of his face. Though she suddenly realized that her entire life had been a lie, she laughed because now, everything made sense. And by some disturbed twist of fate, she and Crane had been bound to be together all because of Thomas Wayne. She pulled herself from the chair and looked at the family picture included in one of the folders. Crane leaned over her shoulder, breathing calmly against her neck. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she studied the picture. Lying in the arms of a woman with strawberry blonde hair, was her. Her father held her foot in between his fingers, smiling down at her with brown eyes. She’d seen their portrait in passing in the asylum and yet she’d never placed why they managed to look so… familiar. They’d been celebrated psychiatrists in their time. She looked at Crane, still leaning against the desk beside her, his blue eyes were trained on her face. So that’s why she had a thing for psychiatrists, she realized.

“Are you ready to hear my plan now,” he asked her with a smirk, “... Miss Arkham?”

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Love Me Again

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* you're reading part two of — Love Alone

✧.* collab — @dj-ts

✧.* summary — They say nothing heals like time, but what do we do when that time is not enough to deal with your wounds? What do we do when we are not talking about a wound but a mark, a scar that was shaped by passion, desire and love? You thought that time would make you forget him, but there are things that are impossible to erase. And Warren Rojas, for sure, was one of those.

✧.* warnings — Nothing too drastic, read on and find out. (I believe that anything I put here will be a spoiler)

✧.* word count — 8.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I was so excited for you guys to read this, I really hope you like it. Special thanks to @dj-ts who wrote this masterpiece with me, thank you so much 🫶🏾. And as always, good reading.

The hours passed slowly, you were almost being devoured by the anxiety that was growing in your chest, you watched the clock on the wall anxiously waiting and waiting in frustration. Your foot couldn't stop tapping against the floor, your hands were sweating and your heart was beating so fast it could leap out of your chest at any moment.

You couldn't wait any longer, and gathering all the courage that was left in you, you got up. Without further ado, you put everything you needed in your bag and decide to walk to Camila's house, if you held that secret any longer you could explode for sure.

The way there, despite not being so long, seemed to take forever. You felt a huge tightness in your chest that wouldn't go away for nothing, you were scared... Very scared. You weren't expecting any of this, everything was going as smoothly as planned, the band had released a song that had blown up all over the country, the label had taken them back and Warren looked happier than ever, you loved seeing him like this and you had no idea what this news would do... How it would be received or how you yourself would deal with it.

You take a deep breath staring at your best friend's door, hoping she would be there to help you. You knock on the door, staring at your feet trying to regulate your breathing, you can hear someone's footsteps approaching and soon the doorknob turns opening the door. As soon as you see the brunette the tears you refused to let out, invade your face.

"Y/N darling, what are you doing here so early?" Camila had her hair tied up in a bun, Julia was sleeping peacefully in a crib behind her, she still hadn't looked at you and when she did and saw tears in your eyes, her eyes widened. "Baby what's going on? Come in."

The woman sits you down on the couch in the living room, crouching down in front of you, waiting for you to calm down. She caresses your knees trying to comfort you, trying to understand what had happened.

"Y/N I don't mean to rush you, but you're scaring me." She whispers after a few minutes.

"I'm pregnant Cami." You say and she sighs, in fact it wasn't something she expected.

Camila leaving the floor sits beside you, hugging you tightly, you stayed like that for a long time until you calmed down. She breaks the hug, looking deep into your eyes. She was scared but she knew her feelings didn't compare to yours, there was something different between her situation with Billy and yours with Warren.

Deep down she knew that she and Billy would make it work, she had confidence in their love and in what they had been building for so many years. But between you and Warren everything seemed so uncertain, at least from Camila's point of view, your relationship seemed to be sustained on the sands of a beach prone to strangely unpredictable tides.

And with that in mind, Camila feared what this child could mean, and not only for them on this journey of being parents, but also how this child would deal with this constant instability in their lives.

"And what do you want to do?" She takes your hands, trying to reassure you. "I'm here to help you with any decision."

"I want to keep it." You couldn't stop crying, tears fell down your face involuntarily. "But I'm so scared of what he would think… We never talked about this before."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you realize the magnitude of the situation. What if Warren doesn't want the baby? What if he leaves you? You had always been so sure of your feelings towards him, but now everything feels uncertain.

You take a deep breath and try to shake off the thoughts that have been haunting you for so long. The gaps in your relationship with Warren seem to be widening with each passing day. It's as if you're standing on the edge of a precipice, staring down at the dark unknown below, and you can't help but wonder if you're about to lose the love of your life.

Those memories of unrequited love come flooding back, reminding you of all the moments that still haunt you to this day. You remember the way he never said he loved you back, or the way he always pushed you away when things got too close. You can't help but wonder if he'll react the same way to this unexpected news, and the thought alone sends shivers down your spine.

You asked Camila for some time to think, you said that you would stay there in the backyard smoking alone and obviously your friend did not invade your space, making it clear that if you needed it, just call.

As you watched the sky, the tightness in your chest increased, you were in front of something so unknown that it scared you, nothing in your moment brought you a firmament, quite the contrary. But at the same time that the tide of insecure thoughts was taking over you, a breach of warm and crystalline waters showed you a little bit of hope.

You would hear Julia's laughter at one time or another, and when you took your eyes to them you could see the little girl laughing and playing with her mother's hair, your heart racing at the thought of your future child, what would it be like to be a mother? What would the face of your great love's creation look like? You thought of the way your baby's hair could be curled like his father's, the thought of having a child like him filled your heart with joy.

You were afraid, but fear was not enough to quell your longing for this baby, the longing you had for a family by Warren's side. You imagined the way he could be a great father, how he would teach the child to play the drums with the greatest pride in the world, how he would be proud of every achievement of the baby. You knew Warren, he was the most eccentric person you knew and you had no other image of him as a father.

After spending a few hours with Camila, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. She tells you about her own experiences with motherhood and how it has changed her life for the better. As you prepare to leave, you feel ready to face Warren and share the news with him, even though the little voice inside your head told you that something was going to change and not in a good way.

As you walk back home to Laurel Canyon, your mind races with excitement and anticipation. You can't wait to tell Warren and start planning your future together as a family. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach that showed your anxiety, but the more you ignored the more they flew and messed with your cognition.

Despite these doubts, you push them away, determined to believe that everything will work out. But little did you know that the night ahead would be one of the most challenging of your life, and that your hopes and dreams for the future would soon come crashing down.

And every time you visited the memories of that day you regretted not listening to that little voice.

…

One year later

Eddie Roundtree: After she left… Warren was different.

Karen Sirko: He was out of control, at least.

Camila Dunne: I still kept in touch with Y/N for sure! She was my best friend and it wasn't a stupid move by Warren that was going to keep me away from her. But if I'm honest with you he had become someone else when she was gone.

Interviewer: Did you tell him what she told you?

Camila Dunne: *sighs* She asked me not to, I was not in my place to say anything.

Warren Rojas: When she left I... I didn't know what to do, I thought that I would finally have my freedom and that now I could live without owing anyone anything. But her absence left me with more withdrawal than any addict.

Your absence was something nothing and no one could prepare Warren for, he didn't know that losing the woman who was always by his side was going to be so agonizing and torturous, he pretended not to miss you. He hid the frustration that built in his chest every day he woke up and didn't feel you next to him in bed, he tried to ignore the tears that formed every time he remembered the nights you spent hours talking so he could help you with your sleeping problems, he tried to fill the void that your absence left in his chest in all the simple moments of his day, but it was all in vain.

He had lost count of how many women he had been with trying to forget you, imagining that would be what would fill the infinite abyss in his chest. He imagined your lips in place of hers, your hands running through the curly strands of his hair, he imagined your hands providing him that pleasure, nothing compared to having you actually there. Nothing worked, he tried all kinds of things but everyday when he woke up the feeling was still there, like it was taking your place.

As Warren tried to move on from the pain of losing you, he found himself drawn to other women, hoping to fill the void that had been left in his heart. But with every date, every kiss, every attempt at starting something new, he couldn't help but feel like he was betraying the memory of the one person who truly understood him. The only person who made him feel that way, nothing else fit the void you left.

Even though you were no longer together, his heart still belonged to you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake in letting you go.

It wasn't until you were gone that he realized how much he truly loved you, and now he was left with the regret of his actions and the painful realization that he may never find someone who could fill the void you left behind.

He was laying in bed, the soft sheets crumpled beneath him as he stared up at the ceiling, willing the tears to stop flowing down his face. But the memories of you were too vivid, too overwhelming. He could almost feel the warmth of your body next to his, the way your hand would intertwine with his in the darkness.

He could hear the sound of your laughter echoing in the room, as fresh and joyous as the first time he heard it, he could picture perfectly the way you whimpered under his touch every night when he was making you his, that room held all the most intimate and cherished moments between you two and although he knew that being there was like poke his wound he couldn't leave it behind the only thing that held you - or the memories of you at least - with him.

He remembered the way you would always eat breakfast in the morning together, the smell of the brewing beans filling the room and chasing away the last remnants of sleep. And now, as he lay there alone, he realized that he would never experience those moments again. The pain was like a knife twisting in his chest, sharp and unrelenting, and he needed it to stop. He needed to feel you again, holding you close to him again.

He didn't sleep that night, the cool air from the open window seeping into his bones as he tossed and turned. Despite trying to quiet his thoughts, he couldn't get rid of the image of what he missed so much: a life by your side. A few months after you left, he began to notice that none of the things he achieved or wanted to enjoy were as fun without you there. Little by little, when all the adrenaline from the drugs and shows passed, he felt that tightness in his chest again. And as the months went by, he realized that you were indeed the woman he loved, that he wanted to be close to, that he wanted to call his own and that he wanted to be... And he had let you go.

As soon as he noticed the morning taking over the sky, he got up. The hardwood floors creaked under his feet as he made his way to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon lingered in the air. Rojas didn't talk to anyone as he walked through the kitchen, his friends probably noticing the brooding look on his face. He didn't take long to grab the keys to his van and head to Billy and Camila's house. He couldn't do it anymore... He needed to have you back.

As he drove through the streets, he watched the city waking up, the stores opening, people leaving their homes to go to their jobs, families taking their children to school, seniors walking their pets. The world around him was alive and moving forward, but he felt stuck in the past, as if with your departure a pause had held him back in that moment where he was crying, sitting on your bed, staring at your empty closet. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything it touched, but to Rojas, the world was gray and lifeless without you by his side.

Warren knocked desperately on the door without stopping, he didn't think that maybe he could wake up Julia or Billy and Camila, he just urgently needed that address, he needed to know where you were.

"Jeez, I'm going!" He heard Camila's weak voice on the other side of the wooden object.

She opens the door with Julia in her lap, she frowns, wondering why the drummer is at her door so early.

"Warren?" She was interrupted by the drummer entering the house, and as soon as he passed she closed the door. "Is everything okay?"

"No Cami." He answers her in spanish, turning to her with tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do…"

Camila leaves Júlia in the crib she had in the living room, inviting Warren to sit with her on the couch.

"What's going on?" She asks, concerned in her eyes.

"I need to see her, Cami." Warren looked exhausted, as if all of his energy had drained out of his body. "I can't fucking sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything without her! I can't stand being away from her anymore…"

"Warren…" She feels her heart ache, he looked really messed up. "You really fucked up."

"I know Cami, I know that I was a fucking asshole and you have no idea how much I regret it." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"She's fine Warren, I don't want you to hurt her again." Camila says sincerely.

"Camila I don't know how to live without her." Warren had tears in his eyes. "Believe me I tried, but every time I tried to be with someone else... I don't know, it felt wrong, like I was cheating on her."

"And why did it take you so long to realize that?" Camila had a calm voice, as if trying to understand if what he said was true.

"Because I'm an idiot, I didn't realize how important she is to me until she left." He confesses, trying to organize the thoughts that have been plaguing him. "I miss her, every detail... The way she loved to talk me to sleep, the way I could tell her about anything she would make it sound interesting, the way she smiled every time I called her doll… I miss the way she would call my name while I-"

Camila stops him. "Okay okay, no need so many details."

"What I mean to say is that I'm empty without her, I can't keep going without her Cami." He played nervously with the rings on his hands.

"I can't Warren, I'm sorry." The brunette said, avoiding looking at him. "It is complicated…"

"I know it's complicated! I'm living this complicated moment since the love of my fucking life left me." Warren exploded in frustration. "Come on Cami, don't you love Billy?" Camila nods slowly, trying to understand what he means. "Then you know what I'm talking about, she's the air I breathe, and you're the only one who can help me."

"Look, she's not the same anymore… Do you understand that?" With every word she said, Warren grew more confused. "I mean that she isn't under the same circumstances as a year ago, she's not alone Warren. And you should know that entering her life again means risking a lot for her."

Warren feels his chest tighten, what he feared maybe was happening, you got over it and were happy without him. He loved seeing that beautiful smile on your face, but he knew he wasn't ready to not be the reason for that smile.

"You mean that…" He doesn't find the courage to say what he was thinking. "Look, I just need to talk to her, and for once be honest about everything. Please Cami."

"I swear to God Warren if you do anything to her, I'll fucking kill you!" She gives him the address. "Please, don't fuck this up"

…

20 minutes later

You struggled to keep your eyes open, your daughter hadn't let you sleep all night, she was a little sick and was demanding a lot from you. So, after spending a sleepless night next to her, you had just put the baby to sleep when a knock on the door filled the house with noise.

“Fuck, shut up, shut up, shut up,” you muttered to yourself hoping that your baby wouldn’t wake up because of the sound. Once you were down the stairs you said “Coming!” in hopes that whoever it was wouldn’t knock again.

Then you opened the door. Never expecting what your eyes would find, Warren was there looking as tired as you, but probably for different reasons. His hands were in his pockets and he was rocking back and forth nervously, you had imagined this moment many times before but experiencing it was a completely different thing.

For some reason you believed your eyes were deceiving you somehow, you stared at that face you've admired so many times before with curiosity and at the same time reluctance. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Warren?” you asked breathless.

He looked at you with his big puppy eyes, he was a little out of breath from the rush of it all, the nervousness of the whole situation, the rush of going to Camila's house to get here to see you without even processing the information taking over him, now that he finally stopped to breathe.

You hadn’t seen him in a year but he looked the same, the characteristic mustache on his face accentuated his beauty, the curls fell over his face in a relaxed way just as you remembered. He looked like the Warren you loved way back when, the man that made your heart beat faster, the love of your life.

“What are you doing here—” you started but were, characteristically, cut off by the ever impatient man standing in front of you.

“I love you,” he stated, his voice unwavering. His eyes were teary and hearing those words that you've waited so long for so many years was like finally breathing after a swim.

Your surprised look was evident, your racing heart was beating so hard that you felt it would jump out of your chest, the emotion was so strong that words would not come out. Should you believe him?

“Warren, I-” You start to say, your voice shaky evident. "I don't know if it's a great time for this conversation."

You try to ignore the tightness that grows in your chest, avoiding looking into his eyes as much as possible, you knew that if you looked a little longer at that paradise you would surrender. You tried to obey your instincts and close the door in his face, close any loophole that would leave an outlet for him to hurt you or hurt your daughter, but something inside you wouldn't allow it.

Warren slowly approaches you, noticing your hands gripping the door tightly, he brings his hand to yours, touching it gently as if he is gradually noticing how far he can go with you. Feeling his touch on you was like an electric shock, a surge of life in a dead body, it was like a guide to what you called and recognized as home.

Your eyes went to his hand over yours, the lump in your throat grew and the urge to cry came, why did everything have to be so intense with him? You wanted to let him in, that much was obvious, but there was so much at stake…you had gotten used to getting along without him.

"Warren, this is not a good time." You repeat, trying to sound more firm in your decision this time.

He smiles a little, averting his gaze downwards. “Y/N, listen to me, Please…"

Before you could say anything, the cry of your baby girl answered for you. She had woken from the commotion downstairs. The declarations of love, the tension… maybe she knew it was her father. Maybe she knew it was time.

You feel your entire body go cold, your legs weaken and your knees tremble threatening to give out. You close your eyes hoping that this is all a nightmare, obviously it wasn't your little one's fault, but it was surprising how she had chosen the worst moment to cry.

Warren glanced up the stairs where the cry came from and looked back at you in utter shock. People always thought him the airhead of the group but you knew just by looking at him that he caught on immediately what was going on. His face was pale, he seemed to be thinking a thousand things at the same time and he was actually thinking, trying to understand if he had heard correctly, but the continuation of the baby's cry leaves no room for any further doubt.

“Wh- Y/n… When Camila said you weren’t alone, I thought she meant… Well, I thought she meant you were dating someone or married or something, I didn’t think… You have a baby?” Warren thought out loud, it was hard to organize his jumbled thoughts.

You squint in frustration, sighing heavily, you feel trapped. “You have one too. We have one.. a baby, I mean” You responded, ripping off the bandaid once and for all.

For minutes his world changes, it was as if everything around him froze and your words constantly reverberated in his mind, a baby... He had a child. "It 's mine?” Warren asked, still choked with the information.

His eyes seemed to sparkle, and you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face, “She’s yours, yes."

He sighs, feeling and processing everything he had just heard, he had a daughter, and he had spent all this time away from her... His chest tightens at the thought of the lost moments, the consequences of his bad choices.

You observe his frustrated expression, trying to decipher what to do from then on, he already knew everything, nothing fairer than letting him meet his daughter, right? Your wounded heart had the tendency to protect your girl from him, not to let her suffer the same way you suffered through her father's attitudes, but she had to make that choice, not you for her.

“Would you like to meet her?” you ask, opening the door slightly.

“I don’t want to intrude, I mean obviously there’s a reason you didn’t tell me,” He whispered, still shocked by the revelation

“Warren, please. She’s your kid, of course you can meet her,” You answered, deliberately ignoring the fact that you didn’t tell him. You open the door wider and let him in. “Her room is just upstairs.”

Warren flashes a grateful smile, as if he knows he's being given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Stepping on eggshells, he approaches you, entering the house.

You guide him up the stairs, he observes your cozy home, the frames with pictures of you with family members he knew very well, others with friends he had in common with you, others with some people that he didn't know. He stops on a step, looking at a picture of you pregnant, he feels his chest tighten and you just notice him stop out of nowhere, and turns around to understand what happened.

"You look stunning." He says, almost in a whisper.

You look fondly at the image, you never thought to have him looking at it one day. "She didn't want to be born at all, I was about to explode." You say with a laugh, remembering the circumstances in which the photo was taken.

Your belly was huge, you were wearing a flowery dress lying on a sofa, a doll on top of your belly and a genuine smile on your face.

You don't continue the story, you just keep going up the stairs, he accompanies you.

Warren shakily made his way towards you. He was shaking so he grabbed the railing of the stairs, his knuckles going white. You pretended not to notice. Or maybe you just didn’t notice, you had your own nerves to worry about.

Your nerves were a live-wire but you knew it was only an opportunity. You didn’t let him in on the pregnancy, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t get the choice of being a father to his child. That didn’t mean the baby should grow up without a father entirely. You were wary, of course you were wary, but you had to think for the both of you— rationally.

He had hurt you so much that night, the pain of a broken heart wasn't easy to deal with, and carrying his daughter was a constant reminder of the love that could work. But besides that, your girl had shown you that what you felt for Warren wasn't crazy, that from the beginning back in Pittsburgh things had a purpose because they would lead you here, where you would hold your little girl in your arms for the first time and feel complete.

Giving Warren access to something so protected by you was difficult, you were so afraid of what it would unleash. You stop at her bedroom door, gripping the doorknob with all the strength you have in you, before opening it, you turn to him.

"You know this is a once in a lifetime chance, don't you?" The fear in your eyes was evident, and he understood that. "Please Rojas, don't fuck this up."

He doesn't say anything, and you don't waste any more time, opening the door to the crying baby’s nursery. You didn’t even wait for him to walk in; you went straight to the kid and tried to calm her down. You wanted somewhere to put your arms so Warren couldn’t see you shaking. He wouldn’t have minded but you didn’t care.

You wouldn't let him see you vulnerable, not now.

You nap the little one on your lap and when she finally calms down you notice the man approaching you slowly, as if he didn't know how to deal with this situation. The little girl had her eyes closed, her curly black hair was disheveled, probably due to the nap she just had.

You kiss her forehead, still holding her close to your chest, reassuring the baby in your arms. You take your gaze to the man huddled in the room, indicating with your head for him to approach.

Rojas takes light steps towards you, watching the baby in your lap, feeling his heart racing in his chest. When he finally comes to you and looks at the baby's face he feels complete, she was sleeping peacefully the curls on her head were messy, black strands similar to her father's, her nose was identical to yours and Warren doesn't stop smiling when he notices such a detail, she was the perfect combination of the two of you, the result of what the universe always wanted for you.

“Holy shit,” Warren said, his voice shaky and eyes watery, “She’s so cute. Like little raviolis put together to make a little baby,” he chuckled.

You laughed at that and realized exactly how much you truly missed him. Your laughter fills his ears like a tune from a perfect symphony, he feels the butterflies in his stomach wake up and dance to the effect that someone special is nearby. He's been missing this so much, feeling complete with you by his side.

He takes his gaze to you, it was inevitable, your laughter brought him closer and closer to you. And seeing you laugh while rolling your eyes, he remembered what it was like to feel complete.

“Only you, Warren,” you said, wishing that you could have this with him all the time. You notice his eyes glazed over the baby, and after struggling a lot with the inner voice of wisdom within you, you question. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Is that ok?” he asked in response, his eyes never leaving the little girl.

“Of course it’s ok, silly, she’s your kid,” you reminded him. Carefully, you handed your baby over to her father and watched him melt at the feel of her in his arms. You felt like your knees might give out at the sight of your daughter with him like that— it was just such a tender moment.

“What’s her name?” he asked without looking away from her. You knew every detail of him, you knew he was trying hard not to cry.

The little girl finds the different contact strange, moving in her father's lap, she frowns and you smile with the expressions that this little being was capable of making.

“Liz,” you said. His eyes snapped up to you. "Actually, Elizabeth.” Watching him with her in his arms was an exciting and at the same time triggering scene, you had imagined this moment many times during pregnancy and after her birth, having your thoughts come alive was at least something.

For a while you remained in a soft silence, Warren didn't take his eyes off little Liz as if he memorized every detail of her. You waited for her to sleep, and when she finally did so, you led Rojas to the living room of your house, offering him something to eat.

You felt the silence consume you both, the questions, the anguish, the longing, the yearning all hovered between you as the water boiled for the coffee you made. Warren stared at your every move, your presence was something he wanted so badly he was afraid of doing something to lose it. But silence couldn't remain forever, he waits for you to sit on the couch next to him.

“Doll… Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned as a tear fell down his cheek.

You sigh, as many times as you thought about this conversation, having it was something else entirely... Everything you thought to say, all the ways you thought to act, slipped from your mind as you looked straight into his eyes.

“The day that I saw you kiss that other girl." You clarify, he nods, embarrassed by the matter. "That was the day I found out, earlier. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you after all I saw."

You thought that after a year it was going to be easier, but the knot that rises in your throat is proof that it wasn't.

Your hands were shaking and when he noticed that he wanted very much to take them in his, to show comfort, but your withdrawal indicated that it was better not.

"We had never talked about kids before, I didn’t know how you’d react. I had just seen the love of my life kissing another woman, I didn't have the courage to tell you. I also didn't want you to think this was my way of keeping you close."

"I would never think that…" he cuts you off, not offended but trying to explain himself somehow.

"But, can you blame me for thinking that Warren?" You laugh wryly, rolling your eyes slightly. "Through all the years we dated you never said you loved me." You shrug, he feels your chest tighten and you continue.

"Of course I didn’t want to do it on my own but I knew I could manage, and I have,” you replied, “I wanted to tell you, I did, but… I don't know, I needed my time.”

“Were you going to tell me?,” he asked, afraid of the answer.

"I was going to, I just didn't know when." You sigh, feeling the surroundings weigh.

There was a beat then— a tension that hung in the air with words both of you wanted to say but only one of you had the courage.

"I know I hurt you a lot." He started to say, your chest tightening as you realized he was going to bring up the subject. "But I would like to redeem myself, I would like to be part of this child's life... Your life."

"She is your daughter, you can certainly be part of her life." You assure him, this certainty brings him comfort, but when he notices that you were not included in that speech, he feels afraid. "I just hope you know that I'm her mother, and that's all, I'm your daughter's mom."

He felt his chest tighten, he knew this was possible, the chances of rejection were high and he was dealing with them now, but it hurt not to have you. It hurts to have failed you so much. He tries to ignore the tears that are reluctant to come out of his eyes, he takes a deep breath, trying not to let his frustrations out on you.

"I love you doll." He says, looking deep into your eyes, the words echo like magic inside you. "And I understand, but I want you to know that I want you as my girlfriend, my wife, my forever."

"Warren, please." Your words came out in a whisper, too many emotions for one day. "Would you mind leaving me alone now? You can come back tomorrow."

He already expected this reaction, and always aiming to respect your space he gets up.

"Of course." You guide him to the door, and before he leaves, he turns around. "I'll be back tomorrow, and I promise you that every day I'll show you that you made a great choice in giving me another chance."

"Have a great night Rojas." You say, closing the door, and as soon as you hear the click of it the tears in your eyes fall. You still loved him, and a lot.

As the door closed, you leaned against it, tears streaming down your face. The weight of the day's emotions crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling both relieved and overwhelmed. Part of you wanted to believe Warren's words, to trust that he could change and be the man you had always hoped he would be. But another part of you, the part that had been hurt and betrayed, was hesitant to let him back into your life so easily.

You wiped away your tears, determined to stay strong for your daughter, Liz. She was the most important person in your life now, and you couldn't let your own feelings cloud your judgment. You took a deep breath and walked back into the house upstairs, where Liz was sleeping peacefully in her crib. Gazing at her tiny, innocent face, you knew that everything you did from this point on would be for her.

Over the next few days, Warren kept his promise. He showed up at your doorstep every morning with a bouquet of flowers, a gift for your daughter and a sincere apology. He understood that it would take time to earn back your trust, and he was willing to do whatever it took. Warren didn't just want to be a part of Liz's life; he wanted to be there for you too. He wanted to make things right, to have his family with you.

Slowly, you allowed Warren to become more involved. He spent time with Liz, learning how to change diapers, feed her, and soothe her when she cried. You watched as he held her, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. It warmed your heart to see them together, and you couldn't deny the bond that was forming between them. Watching him become a father was beautiful, he was always willing to learn more and do everything for his daughter, you slowly didn't remember how you had managed all of this without him.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Warren proved himself to be a changed man. He showed up more often at your house, spending the morning with Liz while you got some work done, in the afternoon he helped to organize the house while you took care of the little one, offering to help with chores and cooking. He listened to your concerns and fears, providing a listening ear and words of comfort. Slowly but surely, he was showing himself to be the man you had always wanted him to be.

You never stopped loving him, not even when he broke your heart, the way love works is ironic and funny, you didn't understand and probably never would. From the first time you saw him, you knew your heart was his, and despite your fears about letting him into your life again, it didn't undo the love you had for him. It only made you more cautious, you avoided too much intimacy, you avoided any kind of excessive physical contact, very intimate conversations, you tried to keep him just as the father of your daughter, and that's all.

Warren was your addiction, a potent drug coursing through your veins. Since the age of sixteen, he became your illicit substance, an intoxicating elixir that both exhilarated and devastated you.

Like a drug, he captivated your senses, igniting a fiery craving deep within your soul. His presence was a double-edged sword, a tumultuous blend of euphoria and despair. Just a glimpse of his smile sent waves of ecstasy through you, leaving you craving more, yearning for the high only he could provide.

But with every high came the inevitable crash. The pain of betrayal cut through your heart like a searing withdrawal, leaving you trembling and broken. Yet, even in your shattered state, you couldn't resist the allure of his presence. Like a desperate addict, you found solace in the numbness he brought, an escape from the reality you desperately wished to forget.

You knew you had to protect yourself, to guard your heart from the dangerous allure of his touch. You constructed walls, built barriers around your emotions, and numbed yourself to his effect. Yet, the more you tried to resist, the more his influence seeped into your veins, overpowering your defenses.

His constant presence became a merciless temptation, testing your resolve with every passing day. The longing within you grew stronger, pulling you back into the abyss of emotions you fought so hard to suppress. It was a dangerous dance, a relentless struggle between the desire to indulge and the need to break free.

Just as a drug addict battles against the chains of addiction, you battled against your own yearning for Warren. You knew the pull he had on you was both your downfall and your weakness. And yet, despite the turmoil he caused, you couldn't deny the undeniable truth: you were still madly, deeply in love with him.

…

Liz had already slept for a few hours, the clock said two in the morning and you and Warren shared a grapevine in the living room while talking about anything. Matters go, matters come and soon you're talking about your old relationship and the day he showed up at your door after a year.

"What did you come to do here, huh?" You question, your words scrambled by alcohol.

"Didn't I make it clear that day, doll?" He asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"You said you loved me." You said laughing, and killing the rest of the liquid in your glass. "Don't ever call me a doll again!" You exclaim awkwardly, now that you've processed the sentence he's just said.

He looks down, lying down better in the armchair in front of you, how the fuck could he be so handsome?

"You used to like the nickname." He says, shrugging, instantly regretting it when he sees your withering gaze on him. "I'm sorry, is that... I got used to it, but if it bothers you."

You interrupt him, your senses being stunned by the liquor. "It bothers me precisely because of that, because I fucking love it."

Rojas feels his body surrender, he wanted you so much. "Y/N listen…"

Still under the influence of the drink, or so you prefer to believe, you interrupted him again. “One thing has been on my mind since the day you knocked on that fucking door." You say pointing to the wooden object. The drummer watches you closely “Warren, you came here to tell me you loved me. I need to know that you mean it—”

Warren gets up from where he was sitting, he approaches you, kneeling in front of you to show himself more intimate with you in some way. “I do, of course I do!”

"You know Rojas, I've loved you since I was sixteen years old." You sigh, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. "When I met you, I knew that I had no escape... My heart was already yours, and I never demanded that you love me the same way, I think I was always very innocent dreaming of the day that you'd finally tell me those words…"

He watched you intently, feeling his heart sink, he let you continue, so you do.

"I never expected you to love me the way I love you." Hearing the words in the present tense he held himself back from smiling, you still loved him. "I just think I hoped you had at least enough affection for me to respect me."

He knew you were talking about that night, he condemned himself so much for his wrong, childish and extremely rash actions. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know you've been a wonderful father to her over the last few months, and I know you love her." You settle down on the couch, staring into his eyes after so long, he feels exposed, vulnerable.

"But I've waited a long time to hear this." You say, looking down at your lap you see a drop of water fall and only then do you realize you've been crying. "If you love me, I need you to know how important these words are to me."

He observed you intently, his love for you palpable in his gaze. He had experienced the emptiness that came with your absence, realizing that living without you was an impossible feat. With a tender gesture, he gently brushed away the tears cascading down your cheeks. Helplessly, you found yourself surrendering to his touch, feeling an innate sense of belonging. Perhaps, deep down, that's where you truly belonged.

His eyes, like an infinite abyss, held a captivating allure that enticed you to delve into uncharted territory. Within that unknown realm lay your destiny, your purpose, your frustrations, and your deepest desires. He embodied your destiny, your missing piece, your soul mate. No matter how much you resisted, you always found yourself returning to this very place—where your hands intertwined, where each embrace felt like coming home.

In his eyes, you saw the reflection of a shared journey, a connection that defied logic and surpassed all obstacles. The bond between you two was unbreakable, as if it had been woven into the fabric of the universe itself. With every passing moment, the undeniable truth emerged: you were meant to be together, entwined in a love that transcended time and space.

"I have never loved and will never love anyone the way I love you." Warren slowly approaches you, as if testing limits. "I love you Y/N, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to acknowledge and say that."

His words wash over you like a tsunami, it's not like it made things any easier or took you back to the beginning but it was a relief, feeling like you weren't the only one feeling all of this. He leans closer, holding your face gently, feeling his touch again was relieving.

“Doll, when I came here to tell you I love you. I meant that." You knew this man like the back of your hand, you knew he was telling you the truth. "And Elizabeth is just an extension of both of us, so I love her by default. That sounds oversimplified, I know that," He was nervous, you could feel his cold hands against your cheeks. "My point is: you’re my family. Both of you. I’m ready for this, I promise,” He pleaded. He needed you to understand, and you did. You understood completely.

You smile, unable to contain it, you roll your eyes. "I'm really drunk right now, I'll probably forget about it all tomorrow, so you have a chance to change your mind huh."

Warren rolls his eyes this time, he sits down on the couch, holding your hands this time. "I won't change my mind, I know what I want, I've always wanted you. It 's you, my love."

You take a deep breath, it's all the drink's fault, you repeat a hundred times in your mind.

"I love you Warren Rojas." You confess, he smiles, a sincere smile that conveys relief and pure joy.

"Can I kiss you? Please…" His voice was barely a whisper, he yearned for you, and you for him.

You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looks at you with longing, curiosity, and need. "You must."

As the weight of your confessions hung in the air, a charged energy enveloped the room. Time seemed to slow down, the world fading into the background as you locked eyes with Warren, your hearts beating in sync.

With a mutual understanding, you eased yourself onto his lap, your bodies aligning as if they were always meant to fit together. Your arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands found their place, resting gently on your waist.

In that moment, everything around you ceased to exist. The soft glow of the room seemed to intensify, illuminating the space between you. Anticipation crackled in the air, the weight of unspoken desires making the atmosphere electric.

As your faces drew closer, the warmth of his breath mingled with yours, a tantalizing prelude to the intimacy that awaited. His gaze bore into your soul, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing, curiosity, and an overwhelming need that mirrored your own.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the inevitability of the moment, allowing your lips to meet in a delicate collision. It started with a tender brush, a hesitant exploration, testing the waters of this newfound yet known connection. But the sparks ignited, and the kiss deepened, fuelled by a shared hunger and the unspoken promises of a love rekindled.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a symphony of rediscovery and forgiveness. Each touch, each caress, conveyed a multitude of emotions that words could never capture.

Time lost all meaning as the kiss deepened, the world outside fading away. In that singular moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a timeless embrace. The weight of past mistakes dissolved, replaced by the sheer bliss of being in each other's arms once again.

You are interrupted by your little girl crying in the room upstairs, you break away staring at each other for a moment, you can't hold back and start laughing at the situation, hiding your face in his neck. He holds you tenderly, not wanting to let you go.

"Alright tiger, go get your kid." You say patting his shoulder, getting off his lap.

Warren goes upstairs to his daughter's room, he finds the little girl crying propped up in her crib.

"Hello there kitten." He whispers, the little one seems to calm down with the figure of her father, opening her chubby arms towards him. "Wanna get downstairs to mommy?"

The baby hides her face in the crook of her father's neck, which makes him smile as he remembers her mother's act a few seconds ago. He goes with her to the breastfeeding chair with the little one in his lap, and stays there making her sleep.

You notice the man's delay, and decide to go after him, going up the stairs slowly so as not to make too much noise and wake up Liz, who had probably already gone back to sleep. You arrive at the foot of her bedroom door, finding Warren asleep with the little one in his lap, her head resting on her father's chest, he hugged her gently like a treasure.

Your heart melts through the scene, these two were your everything, you never thought you would love someone as much as you loved them. You enter the room, taking the little one in your arm gently, she makes a face threatening to wake up but you calm her down before that, you put her in her crib then turn to Warren.

"Hey pretty boy." You call him out, gently stroking his knee. "Come on, let's go to bed and sleep."

He yawns, opening his eyes slowly, he is startled to not feel Liz in his lap, but you reassure him by pointing to the crib.

You leave the room, letting the door ajar after you leave. You start to head towards your room, but stop when you notice Warren going down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" You question yawning, leaning your body on the stair railing.

"To the couch." He clarifies, You roll your eyes, taking him by the hand and leading him to your room.

"You will sleep in our bed." He smiles and kisses you tenderly, you lie on the bed and talk until you fall asleep.

You took a chance on him then, just as you did when you moved to California. And you never looked back.

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all love - andrei svechnikov

andrei svechnikov x reader

word count: 1.9k

based on this ask and loosely on the song all love by fletcher (but with a happy (ish) ending :) (italics are flashbacks)

I take another shot, need the Novocaine

Wish it would numb my heart, way it numbs my brain

But it's all love

I don't feel it, but it's all love

The way you kiss on her neck

With that look in your eyes

Do it right in front of me

Kinda makes me wanna die

But it's all love

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"Another one," you called to the bartender who looked over to your friend for approval to pour you another one. You glared at her until she nodded and immediately threw down the tequila the second it was handed to you. You weren't a heavy drinker, but right now you really needed it to numb the pain you felt throughout your entire body.

You had planned a relaxing night out at the bar with your girlfriends, but your night turned for the worse when your ex-boyfriend walked through the doors. With a new girl in his arms. You broke up just a couple of months ago, after an almost two year long relationship, so seeing him with a new girl so soon hurt like hell.

"So you just want to break up? Because you're too... comfortable?," you yelled at your boyfriend from across your living room, tears stinging in your eyes as you watched your relationship crumble to pieces. "I love you. How is that not enough?"

"I- Of course, I love you too. But there's so more ... spark." Andrei was fighting for the right words to use, rubbing his hair in frustration. You didn't understand why he was doing this. Yes, you had noticed you were coming coming down from that high of the beginning of your relationship, but it didn't make you feel bad. You were both young and long term relationships like yours weren't very common at your age, but that didn't worry you. You were comfortably in love, looking forward to a future with Andrei. You thought he felt the same as you, but you were wrong.

"Fine, leave." You didn't know what else to say and you were about to break down and didn't want him to see it. He looked heartbroken, but you didn't think he deserved to feel this was. He was the one walking away when there were no issues.

"(Y/n), pl-"

"No! Leave!" Your voice broke and he finally complied. His large frame turned away from you and with one last sad look he left your apartment. Your heart hadn't recovered since.

So here you were, drinking your feelings away, pretending you didn't see Andrei make out with Blondie right in front of you. It's like he was rubbing it in your face. You thought he loved you and your breakup was mutual, but you hadn't seen or heard from him since. "Ugh, he is such an ass."

Your friend turned you and sat in a way to block your view of him. "He is for being so obvious about it. No one should be allowed that much PDA."

"I'm gonna go tell him!" You attempted to stand up, but your other friend to the left of you pulled you back down.

"Okay! No more alcohol for you."

"No! He needs to know he's being an asshole."

"(Y/n), he doesn't even look happy with her. Look at him, I swear he flinches every time she touches him."

"Then why is he with her?"

"To get over you. Duh!" You looked up from the table over to where Andrei was with his group of friends. Your eyes met, and for a second all the pain went away and his eyes sparkled like they used to when he looked at you.

"Stop, you're going to ruin it," you yelled at your boyfriend who was currently leaning over you from behind and distracting you from frosting the cupcakes in front of you. "I need to concentrate. These need to be pretty."

"Let me do one," he begged, trying to steal the piping bag out of your hands, which in the process exploded all over the kitchen counter, the cupcakes, and yourself. You looked up at him in shock and he had a guilty look on his face until you both started hysterically laughing.

"Drei! What the hell?!" His goofy laugh made you laugh even harder and through reflex you dipped your hand in the icing and smeared it all over his face. He didn't miss the opportunity to retaliate by holding your arms down. Obviously he was much stronger than you and you quickly regretted attacking him in the first place. "Stop! Stop."

He finally listened to you, spinning you in his arms. "You're cute." Then his grin got wicked and seconds later his tongue glid across your cheek. "And sweet."

"Ugh! Weirdo." You laughed and he did it again, this time ending on your mouth. Your lips met over an over again. "Mhm, I make some pretty good icing." He smiled down at you, his eyes so full of love that although your face was sticky and gross, you didn't want to break this moment.

But then Blondie moved into view and all the alcohol and food you had threatened to come back up. When she threw her hands around his neck, your head fell into your hands and you gave yourself a little pep talk so you wouldn't start crying in the middle of this bar. Your friend gave you a little hug before standing up and leaving to go to the bathroom. But her seat wasn't left empty for long.

"You look sad. Can I cheer you up?" Your head turned when you realized the question was directed toward you. You were greeted by a douchey looking, but handsome let's give him that, brown haired guy about your age maybe a bit older. He smirked, which physically made your insides cringe. You were about it turn him down when in the background behind him, you saw Andrei shifting and his gaze fixating on you. Your frown quickly turned into your best smile as you answered the guy, playfully touching his arm. "You can buy me a drink. Maybe that will help."

His smirk grew and he waved down the bartender, telling him to make you whatever drink you wanted. "I'm Jake, by the way."

"(Y/n)."

"(Y/n)," he repeated and with a finger he lightly touched your cheek which sent a shiver down your back. And now in a good way. "Now what is a pretty girl like you doing looking so sad?"

You shifted uncomfortably, but you could still see Andrei's stare fixated on you, so you kept up the smile and went along with it. "My dog just died."

"Ow. You poor thing." You pouted, nodding dramatically to gain sympathy points. He continued with small talk and used every single cringy line from the book and normally you wouldn't give a guy like this any attention, but you had one goal unfortunately required taking to him. And that was to make Andrei feel like he had made you feel all night. Your friends knew what you were doing and so they didn't intervene.

"Wanna get out of here?," Jake asked with such confidence you almost burst out laughing at the question. But your laugh was quickly contained when his hand landed on your thigh. The smile plastered on your face faded as you looked down on his hand in shock. When you were still with Andrei and other guys hit on you, you knew he would be there immediately to save you as he never took his attention from you. But this time, although in the room, he wouldn't come to your rescue. It suddenly hit you how much you hated this situation you were in. You hated Andrei for being so obvious about moving on so quickly. You hated yourself for being in so much pain over it and actually using this guy (however douchey he was) to make him jealous. And you hated Jake the most for touching you. The room started to feel very small and like all the air was sucked out of the room.

You felt very sober all of the sudden, although the alcohol threatened to come back up, and with all your might you stood up and ran for the exit. "Baby! Come on! What's your problem?," you heard Jake yell behind you and you knew you definitely made the right choice to run. You heard you friends yell after you, too, but you needed fresh air. Your eyes stung from your tears and your breath shortened.

"(Y/n)." Your favorite voice in the world. "Did he touch you?"

You turned away from him, not being able to face him directly. You tried to catch your breathing, but you could feel Andrei getting closer. "(Y/n). Did he fucking touching you?"

"No," you whispered hoping that would be enough so he would leave.

"Are you ok?" You turned, sudden anger fueling you.

"That's not your question to ask, is it? You left me. I'm not yours anymore. You can't care about me anymore," you yelled. "Not that you have for a while."

"Do you really think I can just stop caring about you? You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Then why did you leave me?" Your tears were now flowing freely, but you didn't care anymore. He hurt you and he deserved to know it.

"I made a mistake. I'm sorry." He took a step closer, but you dodged his touch. "I miss you, (y/n). So much. You were right, there's nothing wrong with being comfortable. It was just a new feeling to me and I got scared. I'm so sorry, baby."

He took another step and this time he was able to wrap his strong arms around you. That all too familiar feeling you yearned for since the breakup swept you up so you savored the moment. You sobbed into his chest and let him hold you hoping it would mend your pain. "I got scared and I ran. And I'm so sorry." He pulled you even closer and you stood out there in the cold dark parking lot holding each other.

"Can we talk? Is there a part of you that might forgive me?," he asked after a while, when your tears stopped and noticed you shivering. You took a deep breath before looking up at him. His eyes looked so sad and sincere, you couldn't stop looking.

"I- I'm drunk," was all you came up with after long silence. His lips twitched and he nodded.

"Any time. I just want a chance. We'll do it when you're ready." You thought about it for a while, but there was a time you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with him, so you nodded. You'd talk. When your mind was clear, the alcohol was out of your system, and he wasn't standing so damn close. "Thank you."

You separated from him, already missing his touch, but it was for the better. "I'm gonna go home."

"Do you want me to drive you?"

"I'm here with friends."

"I'll drive them, too." You shook your head.

"What about Blondie?" He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"I barely know her. She's no one." You raised your eyebrows. "We'll talk about it."

"I'm gonna go." You took one last look at him and then turned to go find your friends.

"I love you," he called after you and your heart clenched."I love you. Please hold on to that. I'll fix this. I'll do anything."

And as much as he hurt you when he ran, living without him would probably hurt more than not trying to believe him. So you did.

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years

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half past five high - chapter 1 (a fateful meeting)

pairing: supermodel!Mingyu x influencer!fem!reader, photographer bf!Joshua x influencer!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, rich people!AU

warnings: cheating, alcohol and food consumption, rough sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, Mingyu is an asshole

word count: ~4.2k

summary: The world of rich, influential people has always been full of glitz and glamor. But it’s also filled with greedy, powerful and destructive people, the walking red flags, the ones you should stay away from at any cost. Kim Mingyu is one of these people. But you are wise enough to stay away from him....Right?

Author’s note: This fic is solely inspired by The Weeknd’s song, The Hills and it was supposed to be an oneshot but oh well haha

Taglist: @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @wonwoosthetic @berrryshortcake @husbandhoshi @mangogyu @boowanie

This is solely a piece of fanfiction. I do not condone with such behavior and I do not see Mingyu in this way, under any circumstance.

Seoul. LA. Paris. Milan. New York. Tokyo. London.

Kim Mingyu’s fame has reached all of the aforementioned glamorous city, thanks to his pictorials, catwalks for prestigious fashion houses and the god-like physique and face he was gifted with. Working as a high-class supermodel definitely has its perks, some of them being the endless traveling around the globe, the flow of money and expensive possessions, such as designer brand clothes, a crib in the outskirts of Seoul and a sleek black Mustang - his favorite.

But most of all, Kim Mingyu is a renowned bachelor and a playboy who has kept the paparazzis and gossip sites busy with his…rather wild personal life. And when Kim Mingyu sets his sight on something or someone, he’ll do everything in his power to get it, even if it means bringing pain on others.

And this is exactly what would happen after one fateful night - the night he met you.

Y/N L/N. A famous influencer and socialite - one post on your Instagram account brings you enough money to pay for a luxurious trip to an exotic place. You’re known throughout the high societies of fashion temples, you’re bound to be attending fashion shows and fancy galas, always sitting at the front row, next to designers, photographers and lots of important people.

That’s where you met your beloved boyfriend of two years, Joshua Hong. A freelance photographer who has been on the road for over five years, always booked and busy by magazines, executive editors fighting over his talent and detailed work, offering contracts upon contracts with lots of money. But no, Joshua stays faithful to his principles and most importantly, faithful to you. You love him with all your heart and you never miss a chance to share your moments of happiness on your Instagram account, the comment section always exploding with love and cute comments, praising the genuine relationship you have.

Ironically, you met MIngyu at a similar event - a party after the latest Dior fashion show, to be exact.

You and Joshua were both invited at the show, blessing the eyes of everyone there, flashing warm smiles and exchanging chaste yet warm kisses with your boyfriend, his eyes shining brighter than all the rhinestone-decorated dresses, glittery makeup and lights of the catwalk. You watched the show with huge interest, your eyes fixated on the new launches, the smooth fabrics and the flow on the models.

Until he came into the view.

It was as if time stopped, the repeated clicks of the cameras around you and the loud murmurs of the guests around you turning into a blur, as your pupils dilate at the sight of the one and only Kim Mingyu, effortlessly strutting on the catwalk, owning it, making it his. You had never seen him close, only from photos and videos online, but damn, the real thing is always better.

He didn’t leave your mind even after the end of the catwalk and during the party, mindlessly swirling the flute of champagne in your hand.

How could a man like him exist? What was he made of? God? The Devil? Those questions were running laps in your mind.

“Something on your mind, angel?”, Joshua's smooth voice brings you back to reality, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Just…feeling lucky to be here”, you reply with a soft smile, “With all these important people, all the glamor…With you”, you add and mentally wince for lying to your beloved. “Aw, my baby is getting wholesome”, he coos with a laugh and presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Joshua Hong showing affection in public”, a deep, velvety voice disrupts the rather intimate moment and you both turn around to see the one man who has been tormenting your thoughts for the past three hours. “Oh my, if it isn’t Kim Mingyu starting a normal conversation”, Joshua jokes and shares a tight hug with the man. “How have you been, my friend?”, “Eh, the usual. Traveling, modeling, booking shoots, meeting dashing beauties”, Mingyu flashes a toothy grin. He then shifts his eyes to you and you feel a jolt on your spine as his gaze changes into something indescribable, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Speaking of dashing beauties, how dare you don’t introduce me to the beautiful lady accompanying you, Joshua”, he smoothly switches the attention to you, “I’m Kim Mingyu. And you are?”, “Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir Kim”, you opt for a handshake. “My my, such good manners. And please, call me Mingyu”, he smiles and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. “Y/N is an influencer - and a very successful one”, Joshua sweeps next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, instinctively bringing you closer to him, “Isn’t that right, angel?”, “If you say so, Shua”, you giggle and turn to kiss him, Mingyu’s gaze feeling heavy on you all of a sudden.

“You’ve always been a lucky man, Joshua. And lady luck is still on your side, it seems”, the model comments. “Indeed. Although I’d like to call it ‘fate’ rather than luck”, he looks at you again fondly. “Fate or luck, I advise you to keep this pretty lady as close as you can”, Mingyu adds on, ready to walk away.

“Anyone could swoop in and steal her away”.

Your eyes meet Mingyu’s eyes again for a split second and you can feel trouble oozing from him, especially with the words he spoke just now.

But it only makes you wanna find out more about the man.

“Interesting guy”, you nonchalantly say while sipping on your champagne. “Interesting, yet dangerous and troublesome”, Joshua sighs audibly. “I thought he was your friend?”, “He is. But that doesn’t mean I’ll turn a blind eye to his true nature”, “And what is his true nature?”, “He’s a man with looks, power and fame. But he’s also irrevocably attracted to danger in most of its forms - especially fast cars and pretty women, single or taken”, Joshua explains, “Wow, you make him sound like an asshole”, you laugh but stop once you see your boyfriend’s serious expression. “I think it’s better to keep your distance from him”.

“Shua, I’d never betray you for someone else”, you put down your glass and cup his cheeks with your hands. “I know, sweetheart”, he smiles softly and takes your hands in his, pressing a kiss on the tips. “Come on, let’s enjoy the party, shall we?”, and he takes you by your hand, pulling you against him to enjoy the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, Mingyu is watching the two of you being all lovey-dovey, gaze seething with jealousy, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, focusing on your enticing silhouette and the champagne bodycon dress of yours.

Thinking how pretty you’d look without it and under him, moaning his name.

Not that it’d be long before it happens.

“Ugh, my head is spinning”, you rub your temples while waiting for your face cream to dry. “Maybe you shouldn’t have drunk so much champagne, baby”, Joshua chuckles while putting on his pajamas, ruffling his hair slightly. “It’s not my fault it was actually good for once!”, you whine and pat your face with your fingertips, hoping it’ll dry faster. “I have to say, the party was more fun than expected”, you comment, “Yeah, it was hilarious to see two instagrammers pulling each other’s extensions”, Joshua snorts. “You do know I’m an instagrammer too, right, Shua?”, you throw him a slight glare, “I know, but you ain’t fake like them, honey. Plus, you’ve never gotten in drama like this”.

As if on cue, a notification on Instagram pops up in your phone and you open the screen to a very surprising sight.

mingyu_k has started following you.

“Y/N?”, “Hm?”, “Is everything okay? You got serious all of a sudden”, Joshua rubs your arm soothingly. “Oh? N-No, it’s nothing important…Just a verification I forgot to do on the app, won’t take me long”, you reassure him. “Okay sweetie, I’ll be off to sleep”, he pecks your lips, “Don’t stay too much though, you need to rest!”, he chirps while exiting the bathroom and you flash a small smile.

Nothing important. Another lie within a night. About the same person.

You feel your hands getting clammy, not knowing what to do next. Kim Mingyu followed you on Instagram and you’re on the edge of panicking, because you can feel it in your bones that he did it with a purpose in mind. Suddenly, Joshua’s words during the party are brought to the surface again and they’re running laps in your brain, red flags going off left and right.

Then why did you press the follow back button? And most importantly, why are you still waiting over your phone and not going to sleep, wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms?

mingyu_k: you look even better than the photos, sweetheart

Of course he’s flirting, you think to yourself and type an answer, your manicured nails clicking on the screen.

its_yn: is that what you tell to every girl you follow?

Mingyu is currently laying on the king-sized bed of his hotel suite, only in a pair of tight, black boxers, quietly chuckling at your response, not wanting to wake up the naked girl who’s blissfully asleep right next to him - probably tired after getting railed by him after the party.

mingyu_k: only the ones who get my attention right away

He watches the three dots bounce on the screen of his phone and scoffs lightly when you reply to his message.

its_yn: sure sir playboy supermodel

mingyu_k: you’re flattering me, sweetheart

its_yn: don’t let it get to your head though

mingyu_k: that would be me getting in your pretty lil head, babe

mingyu_k: you thought i didn’t notice the way you were looking at me during the catwalk?

“Fuck”, you curse under your breath, feeling yourself heat up by each passing second, basically driven into a corner by Mingyu - how the hell did he notice you? There were so many people in the front rows and he walked on the catwalk for what? Thirty seconds? A minute? You couldn’t understand.

But it was so adrenaline-inducing, this little push and pull game you’ve both started, with no intentions of stopping any time soon, despite the underlying danger.

its_yn: so what? Is it a bad thing to admire a handsome person at work?

Mingyu smirks like a devil at your latest message and he glances over to the asleep girl, shifting a bit further away from her to open his camera and take a pic of his spread thighs and then another one, pressing ‘send’ immediately.

mingyu_k sent two photos.

You open the messages and your mouth goes agape at the sight of Mingyu’s deliciously muscular thighs being spread on the mattress. But the second picture is even worse - his perfectly sculptured face smirking in the camera, craning his neck backwards on purpose to flex it and the hint of his taut chest, oh God, his fucking chest-

its_yn: you’re fucking insane

mingyu_k: so what? Is it a bad thing to share pics with another pretty person?

mingyu_k: or are you scared of your pretty lil gentleman finding out?

“God, you fucking asshole”, you breathe out and run your hand through your hair in frustration.

its_yn: it’s getting late you know

mingyu_k: does my princess want her beauty sleep?

its_yn: i’m not your princess, mingyu

mingyu_k: of course you aren’t

mingyu_k: go back to your pretty prince baby, he’s probably waiting for you

its_yn: just don’t text me again

mingyu_k: I won't. but you will

its_yn: maybe in your dreams

mingyu_k: the only dreams you’ll see are yours with me, babe

All while you close your phone in a panic and silently go back to bed, slipping into Joshua’s arms, hoping his embrace would wash away your worries and guilt, Mingyu is laying back on the bed, a dirty, triumphant grin plastered on his face.

“What Kim Mingyu wants, Kim Mingyu will get it”, he mutters, licking the corner of his lips, shutting his eyes and letting sleep take over him.

Your sleep was terrible, to say the least.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the short conversation you had with Mingyu in your dms and you most certainly couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures he sent you. Yes, Joshua did warn you about his mannerisms, but you never expected he’d be so… direct with you. It made you nervous, but it also lit a spark inside you - as if the sudden attention he was giving you made you feel… wanted.

To be completely honest, you still love Joshua. But the amount of time you both have invested in your respective work has definitely dealt a damage to your relationship - in the most intimate part of it, specifically. In other words, you haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in almost a month. Waking up at completely different hours and returning home late has become a part of your routines and you aren’t even married yet.

Even today, you woke up alone, Joshua’s side completely empty and cold on the bed of the suite you were staying in. To his defense though, he did leave you a small note, apologizing for having to catch a different flight than you back to Seoul, saying he’d text you as soon as he gets to Incheon Airport.

You groggily get up and go to the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would wake you up and a rich breakfast at the hotel restaurant would charge you with much-needed energy before the trip back home.

About an hour later, you’re back in the room, taking your clothes out of the closet and carefully folding them and placing them in your suitcase. You check the time on your phone and opt to take a quick picture, uploading it on Instagram as a story, captioning it with “packing up for home <3”. Seeing you still have some time before checking out of the hotel, you decide to sit on the balcony, enjoying the beautiful view in front of you.

You had visited Paris on your first year anniversary with Joshua and you had the time of your life. You smile softly as you remember the fond memories you created with your beloved boyfriend, the walks you shared along the Elysian fields, on top of the Eiffel Tower.

Your phone rings all of a sudden, snapping you out of your dreamy state. You open the screen and cold sweat washes over your body as you see a new message from Mingyu, who happened to be the first one to see your story.

mingyu_k: only one suitcase, huh? did your prince charming leave you alone already?

"No rest for the wicked, huh", you scoff and open the chat, typing out your answer.

its_yn: none of your business

its_yn: it won't be long before I'm with him again anyways

You hope this will shut him up and leave you at your peace.

But of course not.

mingyu_k: maybe you will, maybe you won’t

its_yn: what the hell is that supposed to mean

mingyu_k: i’m just saying you might be led astray in the meantime, sweetheart

its_yn: by who? you?

mingyu_k: that’s on you, angel

You wanted to throw your phone off the balcony and scream out of frustration. Because Kim Mingyu was definitely frustrating you to no end. Why you? What was that made him stick to you like a leech in such a short period of time?

You’ve been thrown into a spiral of thoughts and guilt since last night, your little talk with Mingyu and his very provocative pics not letting you sleep peacefully, making your panties a mess - all while Joshua was sound asleep right next to you.

You shake your head sideways and try to get a grip of yourself. You huff and enter the room again, taking your suitcase and leaving the room, riding the elevator down to the reception and checking out earlier, hoping you’ll catch an earlier flight home.

You exit the hotel and go straight to the taxi waiting outside the hotel entrance, the driver helping you put the suitcase in the car. “Where to, miss?”, “Charles de Gaulle airport, please”, “Right away, miss”, the driver reassures you and you sit back comfortably, pulling out your phone to check whether you can change your ticket to an earlier flight. You call, hoping you’ll find a seat in time and after a quarter of talking on the phone, you manage to book a seat in business class with the 13:20 flight to Seoul.

The taxi ride passes in a blur and you find yourself bolting out of the car after paying the driver, rushing to pay for your ticket and get your luggage checked, your hands getting clammy. This is why I hate last minute changes, you think and groan, taking your luggage back and running to the airplane as fast as you can, completely missing the familiar pair of eyes who follow you until you enter the airplane.

A few minutes later, you’re safely in the plane, sitting on your seat, which is thankfully right next to the window. You take out your phone and call your boyfriend before your flight takes off.

“Babe?”, “Joshie? Where are you?”, “The flight made a stop at Dubai and I’m kinda stuck here for the time being. Where are you though? I saw your story this morning”, “Ahaha, yeah… About that”, you trail off with an awkward laugh. “You’re on the plane to Seoul, aren’t you?”, he asks with a knowing tone. “Okay fine, the flight departs in ten minutes! I couldn’t stay in Paris anymore. Especially alone”, you pout and he chuckles. “Did my angel get homesick already?”, “Yeah, kinda…”, “It’s okay, baby. Be patient and we’ll see each other again soon”, Joshua reassures you and the warmth of his tone calms you down.

For now.

“Attention please. The plane will depart shortly. You’re kindly requested to take your seats and fasten your seat belts”, you hear the announcement by the air hostess. “Hey Joshie?”, “I heard it, angel”, “Gotta go now”, “Okay, have a safe flight home, Y/N”, “You too, Josh”, you tell him and turn off the phone, fastening your seatbelt.

“Eager to see your prince charming, aren’t you, sweetheart?”, a deep voice is heard right next to you and you freeze in your seat as you turn around and see none other than Kim Mingyu sitting right next to you. On the same plane.

“What are you doing here?!”, “Getting ready to enjoy my flight, sweetheart”, Mingyu grins playfully and you feel absolutely powerless, cornered in your seat - quite literally. “Is this even your seat?”, you scoff, trying to ignore him, but he chuckles and fishes out his ticket. “Does that answer your question?”, he places it in your lap and to your dismay, the number of his seat is indeed the one right next to yours.

“Just my fucking luck”, you mutter under your breath. “Why the long face, Y/N? I think we could have a great time together”, Mingyu purrs in your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck are standing straight, his seductive tone already messing with your brain. “What is your problem, Mingyu?”, you face him, “Why are you so attached to me all of a sudden?”. You notice how his eyes darken, flashing his pearly white canines with a sultry smirk and you try to keep your composure because fuck, he looks so goddamn sexy and irresistible.

“You’ve piqued my interest, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, smart and successful - the last one without getting involved in drama, which is rare in our days”, he explains smoothly, his hand resting on your thigh. “May I remind you that I’m also taken?”, you swat his hand away, “I have a boyfriend, in case you forgot it”, you retort with a smile, but a rather venomous tone. “Your loyalty to your prince charming is adorable, Y/N”, “His name is-”, “Joshua Hong, yes, I’m fully aware of his name and his occupation”, Mingyu cuts you off with a light sneer, “But it’s that exact detail that attracts me, my dear”, “Do you thrive from ruining other people’s relationships, Kim Mingyu?”, “I thrive from reminding people what it feels like to be truly wanted again, Y/N L/N”, he inches closer, his hand resting under your chin, lips merely centimeters away from yours, “And I know for a fact that someone like you deserves to be treated like a fucking princess and not left alone to attend some business”, he finishes his sentence, punctuating the last part, his words sharp as a knife piercing your heart.

Because he was absolutely right.

“And what makes you think Joshua doesn’t treat me like a princess?”, you ask Mingyu with a raised eyebrow, the man in front of you scoffing and laughing afterwards. “Two things”, he swiftly replies, his finger running down your cheek. “One, your lil’ prince isn’t here with you, as he should have. Two..”, he mutters and leans in your ear.

“I’m right here and ready to do anything you want me to, sweetheart”.

“Fuck, Mingyu!”, you moan on his shoulder, your nails digging into his golden skin as he rams his cock inside you, your back pressed on the wall of the cramped airplane restroom. “Goddamnit, babe, you’re so fucking -ugh!- small, so tight”, Mingyu breathes in your ear, deep groans echoing in the small space, along with the squelching sounds of your pussy and your wetness dripping down his thick shaft with each thrust. “Y-You’re so b-big, Mingyu, so fucking thick!”, you look at him, biting your bottom lip to keep your noises down. “Oh yeah? You love the way I’m fucking your brains out, baby? Filling your tiny cunt to the brim?”, he smirks, hips relentlessly snapping against your ass, “Look at you, getting railed in such a tiny place, by the man you wanted to avoid the most…Ironic, isn’t it?”, he places sloppy kisses across your jawline, drawing mewl after mewl from your lips. “S-Shut up”, you whine and clench around his cock, making him chuckle darkly. “Stop pretending, sweetheart, I know you love this as much as I do~”, Mingyu grips the back of your thighs, pushing them nearly flat on your chest. You couldn’t think straight at this point, your mind filled with Mingyu and his cock stretching you out so deliciously, his sharp thrusts hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“M-Mingyu-”, “You’re gonna cum already, baby? Gonna cream my cock like the good little slut you are?”, Mingyu mocks you,but you can’t bring yourself to reply, your brain turned to putty from the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. “Just make me cum already!”, you whine and slot one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in rapid circles. “Fuck, I’m close, baby. Gonna cum”, “Cum in me”,”You-”, “Just do it, you asshole!”, you grit your teeth at him and Mingyu growls, his cock exploding inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your throbbing walls white.

You’re breathing unevenly, still clinging onto Mingyu, your lower half feeling like jello. He carefully puts you down, his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling down. “Are you trying to be a gentleman now?”, you groan as you feel his cum run down your inner thigh. “I’m always a gentleman, sweetheart”, he tilts your head upwards with his hand under your chin, placing a gentle kiss, his soft lips pressing on yours for a split second, before pulling away to admire your utterly disheveled state. “Fuck you, Kim Mingyu”, you accidentally moan and he pushes you on the wall again, slamming his fingers in your abused hole, pumping them steadily to make you push out all of his cum. “You just did that, sweetheart. In a fucking airplane, where anyone could walk in, you got railed like a pretty little cockhungry slut”, he sneers with a mocking tone, “But you enjoyed it, didn’t you, baby? You enjoyed getting your cunt filled with my cum, huh?”, he continues thrusting his fingers, more of his cum dripping down. “F-Fuck, I did! You fucked me so good, Mingyu!”, you whimper weakly and he stops his movements, withdrawing his fingers from your core.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, sweetheart?”, his demeanor changes immediately, his lips twitching in a cocky smirk. “You’re…a menace”, you look up at him with exhaustion in your eyes. “I know”, he chuckles and straightens up, tidying himself up and smoothing over his appearance. “W-What are you doing?”, “Baby, the flight isn’t over yet. Don’t wanna give the wrong impression to the other passengers”, Mingyu simply states, ready to open the door. “You better tidy up yourself too before landing home, sweetheart. Would be a real pity if your prince charming saw you in that state”, he nods while scanning your half-naked body, his words reminding you of what you just did.

You just cheated on Joshua. With the one man you were supposed to stay away from.

#mingyu smut #mingyu angst #svt mingyu #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt angst #seventeen angst #seventeen fanfics #seventeen #hpfh

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Prompt 1 from @thewatercolours

"Expand the scene from CMI where Guybrush successfully brings Elaine back from statuehood."

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Guybrush huffed as he climbed for what felt like the umpteenth time up to the secluded hilltop that overlooked Blood Island.

Under different circumstances (though he’d be a liar if he didn’t admit to it then and now), he rather loved the view. It was… oddly serene in comparison to how his adventure began on that beat up old bumper car with hazy distant memories of how he got in there in the first place and sailing through a relentless storm to only crash spectacularly into the coast line.

And sure, the Barber Quartet (arguably trio, he thought) were more than understanding since even they couldn’t see just how close the shoreline was, they weren’t entirely easy to handle either what with their singing that got the map inevitably stolen (though, again, they did pick up their slack and helped him retrieve it… and the song was admittedly catchy as he found himself humming it from time to time).

Yet this view? Quiet in the eye of the storm was how he would best describe it.

But it would be better to share it with someone, he thought. Someone who could enjoy the tranquility and bliss after the blitz of adventure. And that someone was currently stuck in an uncomfortable golden pose with a balled up fist ready to strike the poor schmuck who put them into said predicament.

Normally, Guybrush would deflect and try his hardest to wiggle his way out of an accusation (even if he was The Culprit), but this time… yeah, there was no wiggling. He warranted it after using a cursed ring from his cursed nemesis’s cursed treasure hold.

In hindsight, that was a dumb move. Even Guybrush could admit to that now when he had a moment to think properly. And he was going to do everything he could to apologize… it was the least he could do right after undoing the curse which was also the very least he could do.

Digging into his pocket, Guybrush pulled out the hand cream and diamond ring. The length he went through to procure these was… extenuating, yet a small part of him felt a bit of pride that he managed to do all of this, for the most part, on his own. He gathered the crew, he managed to find a ship (though occasionally he’d find a feather or two in his pockets), he found the map (which… he wasn’t proud of now that he thought about it and was more disgusted), outwitted some bandits and managed to beat death not once, but twice (if beating death was just knocking himself out with a cold medicine).

Sure, he did feel bad in regards to throwing dairy to a lactose intolerant deity, something that he didn’t know was a thing and learned that lesson the hard way, he didn’t feel great at forgetting to tell the Whelshman how the compass was doomed to eventually fail, and he did feel bad taking the golden wedding band from a spector who was dealt a poor hand in suitor.

But he did reunite her with a long lost love… that had to have counted for something, right?

That was what he was doing; reuniting with his own lost love.

He squirted a bit from the lotion to the golden hand, having tried earlier when he reunited with the statue to pry the cursed jewelry off her hand but found it practically impossible, and started to gently fiddle with the ring. To Guybrush’s relief, it began to move, each twist letting it get more and more loose. With a solid pluck, he held the cursed ring in his hand. It would have been in his best interest (and Elaine’s) to throw it off of this very cliff, let it shatter for all he cares, though he was nearly certain diamond don’t shatter.

Instead, to his shock, the ring exploded in his hand - diamond and band and all.

Guybrush blinked in confusion for a moment but he wasn’t about to question it, it was one less quest related necessity on his already comically long itinerary. He chucked the hand lotion to the side, no longer feeling a need to carry it (though making a note to bring it back to Haggis), and held the uncursed ring in his hand.

It was a lot of work, and at times it was frustrating depending on the people he was dealing with… but there was a small feeling in his chest as he watched the moonlight glint softly against the diamond. Unlike LeChuck’s ring in the hold that he just picked up along the way, this one he worked tirelessly for. He poured everything he could into the search to practically make this ring (even if it was just reuniting the jewel and the wedding band).

This ring is special, he thought. It’s special because of the lengths he went through for Elaine.

Although there was a massive gap in his memory between seeing her peeved expression on Dinky Island as he dangled over the pit for his life and then her sadden look when he drifted between her and the roaring battle in Puerto Pollo… he could recall her sharply.

He recalled his drive to get away from where he was just to see her and say he was sorry.

He recalled his thoughts at perhaps never seeing her again and feeling that ache.

He recalled how seeing Elaine gasping his name at the fort brought such intense warmth that it was practically overwhelming his heart.

He didn’t recall much of his time captive, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was meant to be by her side. He wanted his hand in her’s. She was, for lack of a better word, his home.

And seeing the balled up fist? Yeah, he flubbed at saying his expression of gratitude with a stupid cursed ring.

Guybrush could only hope that when he breaks this curse, with this gesture and frantic explanation, he will be able to get his point across.

Taking a breath, and giving a silent prayer to whatever deity there was out there whether it was the spirits or a lactose intolerant god, Guybrush slipped the ring onto Elaine’s finger, watching as the diamond gleamed and sparkled before a bright and blinding light flashed before his eyes. He had no choice but to cover his eyes, shielding himself from whatever was happening (though he did want to see it). When the lights faded away, he lowered his arms and saw Elaine taking in a deep breath, her brows still very much furrowed with anger and her fist still tightly balled.

He had less of a split second to speak up, to try and stop the war path that was her fist as he opened his mouth to call her name, to try and calm her.

Her fist was faster than his words as he saw stars before his eyes after her right hook made a loud cracking connection to his jaw. Slack jawed into a stupor from the hit, his body spun from the collision and collapsed hard against the rock behind him, feeling the wind get knocked out of him as he rubbed the sore spot.

Yup. He deserved that. He wished he could say he didn’t, but he knew he did.

As the stars faded and the sense of dread started to creep into his chest, Guybrush rubbed his jaw, knowing fully well a bruise was forming, and looked at Elaine who didn’t look as angry anymore… but definitely confused. Terribly confused. Which made sense since last time she had consciousness, it was a bright morning on Puerto Pollo and now she’s in the moonlit night of Blood Island.

So now, she wasn’t just confused. She was also still, rightfully, angry at him from both Big Whoop and now the diamond ring.

Lowering his hand from his jaw, he took a breath. “Elaine? Are you alright?”

“Guybrush?” She asked. “Where… where are we?”

He could sympathize with the confusion. But unlike himself, he could give a clear answer to her predicament.

“You’re okay.” Guybrush reassured before he began to explain. “We’re on Blood Island. LeChuck’s ring had a terrible curse on it, b-but I put everything right!”

He quickly continued before she could stop him. Not that she would, he knew that expression of hers meant she wanted the full context, but more for himself… to get the words out. Guybrush stood up and slowly walked over, testing how she felt with him stepping closer.

“You’re safe and everything’s gonna be fine… just…” He gently put a hand on her shoulder, seeing Elaine looking at him, not with anger or total confusion, but processing his words. Those green eyes of hers having that familiar calculating look of trying to understand.

Yet that ache in his chest, one that had wiggled and lingered even when consciousness returned to him in that open sea got louder and louder. That sense of home and warmth was overwhelming… he knew he was pressing his luck, knew it could easily reward him with either another shove or a punch. But he couldn’t stop himself. He held Elaine into a hug, a gesture to reassure her, but it felt like it was more for himself, like his very soul wanted– needed this after so long.

He braced himself for Elaine to fight back, ready to let go at a moment’s notice… but was surprised when he felt arms wrap around him. It was laughable how her arms were able to wrap around him nearly entirely, but he didn’t care. She was safe and in his arms and he was going to keep doing right… he wanted to say it but instead saw a series of swords surrounding them.

Swords he recognized belonged to a certain undead pirate’s horde.

He sighed in slight annoyance. “...fine.”

#mickey writes #monkey island #the ship that literally sails itself #.....i went um... overboard.....

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 2 years

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HAVE YOU EVER WRITTEN PAPA III WITH AN S/O WHO ALSO HAS ADHD (I'LL GIVE YOU THREE GUESSES AS TO WHO THIS IS AND THE FIRST TWO DON'T COUNT <3)

I HAVEN'T BUT I CAN TOTALLY DO IT NOW!! <3

Papa III and S/O Who ALSO Has ADHD

Just a note: No two people with ADHD are exactly the same, so I'm not going to cover EVERY experience or set of symptoms. However, I view Papa as having combined ADHD, so I will also make the reader has combined! Please enjoy!

Also throwing in a small Content Warning, because it does go into Sensory Overload and possibly uncomfortable symptoms. Thanks!

~Papa only recently received the diagnosis of having combined ADHD. When he was growing up there was wasn't really anyone who COULD give one. There wasn't the research and knowledge we have today! However, he learned to manage his symptoms by himself as he got older. He doesn't even notice anymore, and hasn't for decades!

~That being said, he's over joyed he has a partner who knows EXACTLY what he goes through! Despite having all the love and support, he CAN get really frustrated at himself! Plus, it's nice to have someone who understands and experiences similar, if not the same exact, struggles he faces. It's nice for him to be able to vent to someone when he has sensory overload, or days he just CANNOT sit still even when he wants to. In kind, he also is there on days you need to vent.

~You both are the perfect audio processing feedback loop of mishearing. Sometimes you both just go back and forth with "what?" "What? "what?" until your brains catch up. It ends up making you both laugh to tears EVERY time!

~Unfortunately, neither of you have object permanence. So you BOTH will lose the same thing all of time! Both of you invested in giant, gaudy keychains for your keys. That way you both can find them for yourselves and each other. You also lost count of how many cups of espresso Papa will make himself because he forgot he set down a cup he already made. One time you both went on a shopping trip for a giant dry erase calendar for your shared office... and then ended up losing the bag that neither of you can remember where you sat it down. You still haven't found it!

~For whatever reason the two of you never hyperfocus at the same time. Usually one of you will be absolutely engrossed in a project, and the other will come in to give the other a break. It's actually quite useful. There have been many times you had to pull Papa away from his desk because he thought of a new song. Or he ABSOLUTELY had to stay up for a few hours in the middle of the night reorganizing his closest. Papa is very good at sending food to you when he can't leave his office. KNOWING you forgot to eat while you were working again!

~Papa is so happy he has someone who can keep up with his dolphin brain when he skips subjects in conversations. You two have a flawless way of keeping your conversation flowing. He's very happy, because he doesn't have to go back and explain how he came to switch subjects so quickly.

~He doesn't say it often, but the fact you both can pick up when the other is having bad sensory days is something he cherishes. As the head of a church, it can be embarrassing for him to explain when he has sensory issues. Papa never makes you feel ashamed for it, but for him he often feels like he's pressured to not let these type of issues effect him. He's Papa! How is he supposed to say, 'No i can't give a sermon today because noise makes my brain want to explode!' He's grateful you understand, even if he wishes you didn't have to experience what he does. Papa is normally a very vibrant and social person, so he HATES having days where he can't have any more stimuli.

#the band ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost bc #content warning #adhd #papa emeritus iii #reader insert #papa emeritus #reader

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loving-barnes · 1 year

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Vendetta 2 - Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: Smut, angst (minors dni, only 18+)

Author’s note: Welcome to season two. I hope you will like it. Please, leave a comment. I want to know what you think.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Word count: 3100+

Vendetta 2 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Let’s make some noise for the birthday girl!

The crowd started to scream and whistle as they waved at Y/N from the dance floor. The DJ was playing all of her favourite songs, as requested. There was champagne and confetti as well as all the people she loved and cared about. All she wanted was for them to have a good time.

She was sitting in a sparkling slutty silver dress in the VIP section with the perfect view of the entire club. Yelena was smoking a second joint of the night with Sam. Y/N noticed the two of them got closer over time, but she didn’t question that or teased her about it. Maybe they were just fucking and that was it.

Warm lips pressed against her neck and she purred like a cat. “I love that sound,” Bucky said to her ear as he pressed another kiss right under her earlobe. “I want you to purr for me, pretty girl.”

She giggled and turned her head to him, smiling. “Only you can make me purr like this,” she winked at him and pressed her crimson-red lips onto his in a deep kiss.

“Let’s dance,” Yelena shouted suddenly and jumped on her feet. “I love this song, come on, Y/N,” she reached for her hand and pulled her up, making Bucky growl. “Oh, hush, she’ll be yours in a few minutes. Relax, Wolfie.”

Y/N laughed at that. Before Yelena could take her to the dance floor, she leaned forward to Bucky. She put a bright smile on her face and suddenly pulled down the front of the dress and flashed him. Her breasts were right in front of his face. “Fuck,” he bit his lower lip. He wanted to put them into his mouth.

“These are all yours later tonight, but now, I want to be with my girl,” and she fixed the fabric, covering herself up. The way he was looking at her made her laugh. She even had to close his mouth because something would fly right into it.

As both women walked away from the VIP zone, Steve returned with another bottle of champagne and poured all the glasses full. “What did I miss?” he asked when he saw Bucky’s fucked face.

“I have the best wife,” Bucky commented and took the glass, drinking the liquid in one go. “I have the best wife with the perfect set of boobs.”

Steve raised a brow, confused. “Okay,” he said and sat down next to his best friend. “I don’t get it but fine.”

“She just flashed me,” Bucky laughed and wiped the corner of his mouth. He could feel a drop of saliva there. “Damn, I am one lucky son of a bitch.”

His eyes were locked on Y/N’s dancing body. Both Yelena and she were enjoying the music, singing and dancing their troubles away – no wonder. The last few months were difficult for everyone. Three warehouses, which belonged to Foxes, exploded and no one knew who was behind them.

Bucky took out a cigarette and lit it up. He relaxed on the couch and kept his eyes on his woman – the perfect woman on the entire planet. He had to admit, the way she was dancing with Yelena, made his pants too tight. They were touching and rubbing against one another making his dick twitch. He wasn’t jealous. It was hot.

His eyes lingered on her body as he kept checking out every move she made. Her hips were swaying, her breasts were bouncing and she kept touching her body. The colours reflected on her dress. She was like a dream – a wet one.

That was until he noticed two men approaching them. Under any other circumstances, Y/N would already punch them or put a knife under their necks. To his surprise, she hugged the blond, muscular one with a wide smile and then the man next to him. He had longish black hair and wore a dark green suit.

Suddenly, the group was coming to the VIP section. Steve looked at his boss, trying to find some answers. As he found out, Bucky knew nothing about them.

“Hey,” Y/N waved at Bucky and his men. “Look who came to visit New York on my birthday,” she pointed at the two men. “These are the Odinsons from the Asgardian clan. They rule the whole west coast.”

Bucky stood up with a stern face and shook hands with both of them. “Of course, Thor and Loki,” he said their names with a deeper voice. I’ve heard about you. Impressive work, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Thor smiled and took a seat at the end of the couch. “I can say the same about you. Your father was a legend but you will beat him soon.”

Y/N took a seat next to Bucky and crossed her legs. Immediately, Bucky’s hand was on top of her thigh, holding it firmly. He had to send them a message that she was his. Yelena took a seat by her best friend and Sam, pouring everyone drinks.

“Cheers to the birthday girl,” Sam shouted as he raised the glass and everyone followed.

“Y/N,” Loki said her name and pointed at the glass she was holding. “Come on, that is not how we drink together,” and he pulled out a lighter, lighting up his shot.

She laughed and let him light her drink. “You are right. Cheers, Loki,” they clank their glasses and drank the fire-y liquid in one go.” Sam whistled, Yelena clapped her hands and Bucky was not impressed at all.

In the past, she mentioned something about them. She knew them and had a fine relationship with them. But the way Loki was staring at her, made Bucky want to throw a punch into his pale face. He knew hungry eyes when he saw one.

“Why are you here?” Y/N asked them.

“Business and vacation,” Thor answered.

“What kind of business?” Bucky had to ask.

“We have a guy here who own us a lot of money,” Loki explained. “And because he doesn’t want to pay, we are here for his wife – you know, to give him a push to do something about it before she loses all of her beautiful fingers.”

Yelena’s body violently shivered. “I always said you two are twisted – especially you, Loki.”

“Guilty,” he laughed at it. “And while we take our time with this person, we will enjoy New York.”

“And because it is your birthday,” Thor pointed at Y/N, “we wanted to see you.”

The conversation was interrupted by a waiter holding a big chocolate cake with many candles and singing Happy Birthday to Y/N. The whole club chanted together, and even the music stopped. The cake was put on the table, right in the middle of it. Happy Birthday Y/N was written with white chocolate and it was surrounded by candles. It was adorable.

The whistling and shouting started again once the singing was over and she blow off the candles. People kept clapping their hands for her. Yelena pulled Y/N into a tight hug and give her kisses all over her face. Then, it was Bucky’s turn to kiss her – and he did, passionately for everyone to see. He pulled her onto his lap and smacked his lips against hers. His tongue kept battling with hers, tasting every corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” he said when their lips disconnected. “Happy birthday my beautiful girl.”

. . .

She was clutching the sheets tightly in her hands. Her mouth was wide open as moans of pleasure kept escaping her throat. Bucky was between her legs, licking and nibbling on her pussy. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs just to keep her down and enjoy the feast.

“James, fuck,” she called his name. “I’m going to cum. Please, please, keep going.”

He listened to her plea, working even harder to bring her to her peak. He found a perfect spot on her clit that made her go feral. He focused on that particular spot, sucking until he could hear her cry. Y/N’s body was shaking from the orgasm. One of her hands found his hair and tugged on it.

“Fuck, yes,” she kept breathing loudly. “Holy shit, that was so good.”

“You taste so good, baby,” he kissed her navel and pulled himself up so he could reach her lips. When he started to kiss her, something awakened inside her and she kept grinding against his hard length that was pressed between her legs. “Does my princess need more?” he asked and moved to her neck where he left a fresh hickey. “I believe I wore you out pretty good after we came home from the party.”

“I think I need more,” she whined. “I want your cock again, Bucky.”

“Such a dirty, horny little girl,” he smiled at her.

As he was about to bury himself deep inside her wet pussy, the knocking on the bedroom door interrupted them. “Boss?” it was Barton. “We have a situation.”

“Shit,” he cursed. “I am in a middle of a situation so fuck off.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important,” Clint sighed. “Y/N, the meth lab you had on the east border, was destroyed this morning.”

“What?!” she almost jumped out of the bed, ready to get out of the room naked. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I wish I was,” said Clint. “Nick Fury is also looking for you. He’s fed up with the mess that’s been happening. He needs to talk to you.”

The news sucked. They both had to get up and start working whether they liked it or not. “Such a cockblocker,” said Bucky, annoyed by the whole situation. “I was about to fuck you real good, baby. I wanted to fill you up and watch as it leaks from your hole.”

“I know,” she stroked his cheek lovingly. “Unfortunately, I have another emergency and I honestly don’t know what I’m about to do. That meth lab was such a good business. The money was beautiful.”

She went into the walk-in wardrobe and took out clothes for both of them – something casual and comfortable. While she was dressing up, Bucky kept eyeing her, enjoying the view. “I love when I undress you, but this is also sexy,” he chuckled.

“Enjoy the view while you can,” she said with a smirk on her face.

As if the morning couldn’t get any more hectic, Y/N’s phone started to ring. When she looked at the name, she smacked her forehead with her hand. “Oh, no,” she sighed and picked up the phone. “Darcy, I am so sorry, I totally forgot,” she apologized.

Darcy was an architect and an interior designer. She was working on the reconstruction of Y/N’s home for some months. The last person that worked on the project sucked and Y/N managed to find someone with good taste.

Darcy: That’s all right, Miss Fox. I want you to come down to the house for the check-up before we move further with the reconstruction.

“Can you please hold on the line? I’ll be right back,” and she muted the call. Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s. “I already hate this day. What more can happen today? I totally forgot.”

“Hey,” he approached her and stroked her shoulders reassuringly. “If you want, I can drive to the house and meet with Darcy,” he offered. “I think, you need to see Fury as soon as possible and deal with that. He can be a son of a bitch if people are not following his requests.”

She smiled at him. “You would do that for me?” she tilted her head, looking at him like a puppy. “You’d go to the house and deal with Darcy?”

“Of course, anything for you, doll,” he nodded and kissed her forehead. “Once I’m done at the house, I’ll call you and we can meet later… finish what we started,” he winked at her.

With a quick peck on his lips, she went back to the phone call. “Darcy, we’ll be there in an hour, if that’s all right.”

Darcy: All right, I will see you in an hour.

Once they finished dressing up and cleaned their teeth in the bathroom, they ran into the kitchen where they were met with sleeping Yelena. She was thrown on the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand, snoring.

“Lenka,” Bucky patted her shoulder. “Wake up, Lenka.”

She almost fell off the barstool when she discovered Barnes standing above her. “Holy shit, what time is it?” she rubbed her eyes and face.

“It’s almost lunchtime and we have a big problem,” Y/N grabbed Yelena’s coffee and drank half of it. It was already cold.

“The only problem I have is that you have taken my coffee,” the blonde frowned at her boss and yanked the cup from her hands. “What a night,” she mumbled under her nose.

“Woman, wake up,” Y/N nudged her shoulder. “The meth lab is gone and I need to talk to Fury.”

“What?” she gasped. “What do you mean it is gone? What happened?”

“Explosion,” said Y/N. “And Fury is fed up. I need you to go with Wade to the lab and check it out – secure the perimeter and try to find anything that would help us solve this mystery,” she reached into the cabinet and took out a clean glass. She poured cold water into it and drank it in one go. Bucky then took the glass and did the same.

“Can I take Scott? I can’t drive. I’m too fucked out,” she sighed and massaged her nape.

“I wanted to take him, but, sure, he’s all yours.”

“Take Clint,” Bucky patted Y/N’s shoulder. “I can drive since I didn’t drink as much as you did. You were the birthday girl after all,” he kissed her cheek. “Once I’m at your house, I’ll call you if anything.”

When they said their goodbyes, Clint drove Y/N to see Fury, Yelena and Scott went to the destroyed meth lab and Bucky drove to Y/N’s house which was under reconstruction.

The ride to Y/N’s house took some time due to heavy traffic. Bucky kept checking his watch, annoyed that drivers kept honking at each other as someone in the very front kept them waiting. He was listening to the radio, humming the tunes of the song that was on.

Here and there, his phone would light up and before he could notice the notification, his eyes locked on the picture where his beloved girlfriend, well, wife, was. A smile appeared on his lips. Somehow, he still couldn’t believe that things were working out between them. He was madly in love and his men could tell.

There was a simple text from Y/N: Lunch with everyone back in the apartment? How about Chinese take-out? <3

She knew him well. They both loved Chinese food and truth be told, he was craving some. The convoy of cars started to move. Quickly, he sent her a red heart and locked the phone. His ride could continue again.

As he was approaching her house, he felt some sort of heaviness inside his body. He didn’t know why, all of a sudden, this unpleasant feeling came and it got worse once he stepped out of the car. Bucky frowned and turned around. He couldn’t see anyone there – no cars, trucks, or people in general, working there.

He checked his watch. It was two in the afternoon. Was it possible they all were taking a lunch break?

His intuition made him take out the gun and slowly walked to the front door. They were unlocked. Swiftly, he opened the door and pointed the gun inside. Then, when he checked the perimeter and found out no one was present, he lowered the gun a little. And yet, that feeling never went away.

“Miss Lewis?” he called the woman’s name. “Darcy? Are you here?” There was no answer. It seemed that the house was empty.

Again, the feeling never went away.

Bucky took out his phone with his free hand and called Steve. Slowly, step by step, he walked through the hallway. Everything was a mess. The stairs were half done; the entrance to the dining room didn’t exist anymore. The place was covered in dust and smelled like concrete and alcohol.

Steve: What’s up?

“I don’t know,” he replied, still walking around the place carefully. “Something’s not right.”

Steve: Should we come over?

Bucky approached the kitchen. All the counters and equipment were gone and the walls were stripped of their painting. “Yeah. Take Sam and come here as soon as possible. No one is here. Lunch break was over an hour ago.”

Steve: We are on our way. We should be there in twenty-five minutes. Shall I call a backup? I believe some of the boys are closer to you. Maybe even Scott.

That’s when he heard it. The tiny sound that was coming from the walls. His heart started to beat fast and the adrenaline that was already running through his body heightened. “Uh,” he couldn’t muster a word.

Steve: Buck?

He came closer to the nearest wall that divided the kitchen and a newly made pantry. This time, the sound was louder and it was a ticking sound. Once he realized what was happening, the sound accelerated. “Shit!” and he was already on the run. “There’s a bomb! It’s about to-“

It went off. The whole place exploded, throwing him somewhere into the wall and then on the ground. He was too close to the explosion. One by one, the rooms were damaged and under fire. The entire place was covered in smoke and ashes.

In one second everything changed.

When Bucky’s eyes opened slightly, he noticed a tall person in a mask walking away from him. He didn’t know who it was. He wasn’t sure if it was a man or a woman. But they were holding something that he couldn’t recognize. What grabbed his attention was a weird sensation coming from the left side of his body. But he didn’t have the energy to turn and look. His body was in shock that he didn’t feel any pain.

Bucky closed his eyes and let it all consume him. Somewhere in the back, he could hear screams coming his way. People would say, that life would flash before their eyes before they die. In his case, the last thing he saw was Y/N’s smiling face.

Chapter two

Tags: @lethallyprotected , @memeorydotcom, @valkyrie418 , @mannien , @brownlee-22, @michaelfuckinglangdon

#Bucky Barnes x female reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Mafia Bucky Barnes #Mob Bucky Barnes x Mob reader #Vendetta 2 #Steve Rogers #Sam Wilson #Yelena Belova #Marvel fanfiction #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Bucky Barnes x female reader smut

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queered-into-oblivion · 19 days

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++ Ask game Nahobino/Aogami? Please. I am asking very nicely

I’m doing this one first because I’m the most abnormal about them and need something to keep me sane right now

Nahobino: {going to edit with Aogami after we finish in the bureaucracy hellscape}

1 {Favourite thing}: Literally everything, they make us explode so much it hurts - the design {especially the water hair} the new forms the really stupid answers you can give in demon negotiations how they can give up everything to exist in stasis as a god despite what they probably wanted because of what they think is right

How heavily tied to the concept of transcendence they are and also the gender and how he falls asleep in class because me too. I really don’t think there’s anything we don’t love

2 {Least favourite thing}: N/A but if we had to choose anything it would be the way the humanity ending makes them do a 180 like that, but that goes more into the unpopular opinion thing. They would not get rid of the demons, those are their friends

3 {Favourite line}: A good 75% of demon negotiation dialogue to be honest

4 {BroTP}: Demifiend/Raidou/Nahobino because they rotate really fast in our brain at high speeds all the time but in the game itself Amanozako and also Dazai

Amanozako for obvious reasons {love her} and Dazai. Dazai for less reasons because most is just our headcanons but I am interested in if Vengeance will do more there, I like him he’s silly I want more of him

5 {OTP} : Can we count alterous relationships, I’m counting alterous relationships. We view them as nonSAM aromantic but really enamoured with the idea of romance and feeling that deeply so AoShu is nice for that intensity of connection and understanding whilst knowing it’s not and will never be romantic.

The Nahobino has PDA autism activated by relationships. To me {projecting}

6 {nOTP}: I don’t really know I don’t think much about it

7 {Headcanon}: Under the suit the Nahobino form is a heavily patterned ball jointed doll, with the patterns flowing in an etherial blue glass type way. It makes soft glass clinking noises too but the suit muffles them so they’re only audible when not in it. It looks like a storm is always going on in there but no one can tell if the patterns actually move or not

Outside the Nahobino, the protagonist has two expressions { •_• and :} } because he struggles to get his face to move right, he’s also kind of clumsy for a similar reason but not in the ‘I’m going to fall over’ way in the ‘no one can know I can’t walk right’ way. In the Nahobino he becomes obsessed with being able to move *right* and starts trying to make as many expressions as possible to figure them out

He says it’s an attempt to ‘transfer over the skill’ but because the Nahobino is half robot it really doesn’t work

He also gets intrigued by how much power and emotion he can put into his voice in Nahobino form I don’t think he’s normally able to. It can go too far and has made a few demon negotiations end badly though, but he keeps trying because it’s such a new concept to him

8 {Unpopular opinion}: Humanity ending incorrect, he would not do that those are his friends

9 {Music you associate with them}: https://youtu.be/baQVB2W1KAQ?si=PFuEkMvvrXC3CUbU

It’s our go-to for them, a lot of songs fit but Waiting On The Sky To Change unlocks the secret emotions

youtube

10 {Favourite image}: Any and all Shimeji screenshots, they’re too silly, but also the vinyl album covers, I really like them

#Thank you :3 #naho #Aogami and the others will be done soon I need a nap first though

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necnnights · 7 months

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In which Qiuyun tries to leave.

FEATURING: Ke Qiuyun, brief appearances by Lee Taein and Lee Aerin

SETTING: August 2023

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide (as a threat)

Qiuyun wants to leave. She's known this from the beginning. The thought echoes in her head, amplifying every time she goes to practice or stands on stage or is in any close proximity to any of her band members, which is to say, all the time. She thinks she'll explode with the intensity of it all.

In the beginning, she agreed to it, reluctantly enough. Be in a band, they—Lee Fucking Taein—said. It'll be fun, they said. It is the opposite of fun. He had personally recruited her, noticed her, made her feel special, saved her from wasting her years in the JYP Entertainment basement, so she said yes. In the beginning, she thought she could make it work. She went into everything naively enough, and the other girls were nice enough to her. She thought she could fit in.

In the beginning, Eunbyul was so nice to her. She gave Qiuyun hope that one day, she could belong. Eunbyul taught her how to play the guitar, gave her recommendations on one to buy for herself, and corrected her patiently over and over again. It's Qiuyun's fault. She ruined it all, with her inability to keep up with the faster and more intricate songs that Hwajung kept writing, as if personally offended by Qiuyun's presence. Qiuyun doesn't doubt it. She's always harbored a suspicion that Hwajung did it on purpose.

At one point, it was Qiuyun and Eden against the other three original members. Then something happened along the way, and Eden was absorbed into their little clique. She never got along well with Eden—with her classically trained disposition and obvious ability to keep up with Hwajung—anyway. It still came as a sharp, stinging disappointment. That should be her, too. She wants to be in the know too, not the recipient of patronizing smiles and condescending remarks or the subject of hushed whispers and stolen glances.

Today, that will change. Today, Qiuyun is going to talk to Taein and ask him to end her contract again. This time, she won't take no for an answer. She'll pay, if that's what he wants. She'll pay however much he wants or take him to court if he doesn't want money. Anything, to get herself out of here.

First, she has to get over the deep-seated pain in her stomach, the one that comes from her head. The pain has her leaning over the toilet, retching, while Hwajung pounds on the door for access to the bathroom.

It started off as a polite knock, and then turned into this consistent rhythm, one that's starting to duplicate inside Qiuyun's head. Nothing's coming up. She pulls herself up on shaky legs and stares at her reflection: sweaty and shivering and pale. She splashes some water on her face and twists her hair up into a messy ponytail. The skin on her neck prickles immediately in the cold sir.

Then she surrenders the bathroom to Hwajung.

"You look like shit," Hwajung says. She's always immaculately dressed and groomed, except for when she's spent the last five days in her studio, barely eating or sleeping.

Qiuyun has a hard time reconciling those two Hwajungs. Hwajung brushes past her in a cloud of her nauseating vanilla perfume.

She leaves, because she has nothing else to do. It's not like they ever walk to the building together. Yumi and Eunbyul share the other bathroom in the morning, with the intimacy of two people that have known each other for all their lives. Eden doesn't get out of bed until ten minutes before she leaves.

So Qiuyun grabs her guitar, slides her shoes on, and leaves without saying goodbye.

She takes the elevator directly to the fourth floor. She runs into Jaesun on the way up, and they stand opposite each other in silence. Qiuyun is no longer impressed by the other idols. She’s their equal. That, and meeting Haksu shattered her entire rose-colored view of male idols. Occasionally, she misses the days she spent talking about kpop with Mingeun. Those times made her feel less alone, gave her something to look forward to other than ostracization. It was like she had a friend. Now he’s Hwajung’s boyfriend, which means he’s on her side, and Qiuyun doesn’t want to do anything that would make Hwajung hate her more. If that’s even possible.

Jaesun exits on the third floor, and Qiuyun turns her thoughts back to what she’ll say to convince Taein. She wonders how far she’ll go. She wonders if Taein will cave at the thought of easy, immediate money. That’d be ideal.

The elevator stops on the fourth floor, announcing its arrival with a quiet ding. The doors slide open, and Qiuyun steps out. She strolls down the hall, and knocks confidently on the door to Taein’s office.

“Come in,” Taein calls from inside. His voice sounds almost warm. She takes that as a good side.

Qiuyun steps inside—still confident—and sits across from him. She places her guitar lengthwise on the floor next to her and folds her hands neatly in her lap.

“Good morning, sajang-nim,” she says, smoothly and calmly and still confident.

Taein takes his gaze away from his computer and looks at her. “Good morning,” he says, like he’s surprised to see her sitting in front of him. “What brings you here today?”

She cuts straight to the point. “I want to end my contract.”

“I seem to remember you asking for this before,” Taein says. “I think you’ll find that my answer remains the same.”

Qiuyun, too, remembers that day. It was a little over two years ago. She sat in the same seat, almost hysterical in her demands. It had been a long day, one where she felt pushed to the edge. It had been a spontaneous decision. She left practice, and then sat here and tried not to sob, because she knew he wouldn’t take her seriously if she did. He didn’t take her seriously anyway.

Now she has a plan, and now she has a precedent. “You let Eunsu-ssi leave Fable,” she says, still steady and placid. He left almost immediately after Qiuyun asked. She remembered seeing the news and feeling an unexpected stab of betrayal. That should have been her.

“A different situation,” Taein says.

“‘Personal reasons,’” she quotes. She’s memorized the articles about it, reading them over and over again at night, wondering where she went wrong. “I’m the same. I personally won’t survive another day in this band.”

“You’ve done well so far.”

He knows nothing of her sleepless nights and tormented days, when it takes all she has in her to get out of bed and stand on stage and pretend everything is fine. He doesn’t know of all of her attempts to fit in, only to be pushed further out.

She pretends she didn’t hear him. “How much would it cost to pay out the rest of my contract?”

“A lot,” Taein says. “You’d have to give me time to do the calculations. You know how profitable your band is.”

It’s not her band, but Qiuyun does know. She watches the paychecks roll steadily into her bank account after every album release and every tour. She’d give it all up in a heartbeat if she could leave.

“I know,” she says. “I’ll pay for it. I value my health more than money.”

“You’ll be in debt for years.”

She won’t. Her parents will help her. It’ll mean they were right all along, and she shouldn’t have cast aside all her other futures to be an idol, but they won’t cut off their only daughter like that. She could work for her father’s tech company. A nice, white collar job doesn’t sound so bad anymore.

Qiuyun shrugs. “If that’s the price.”

“If you tell me more about what’s wrong,” Taein says, “I can help you.”

He can’t. If he says anything to Hwajung or Eunbyul, they’ll immediately know it was Qiuyun who talked, who complained, who couldn’t take it anymore and had to give up. For some reason, she can’t stand the thought of them winning in this terrible stalemate. She won’t give them the satisfaction.

“It’s personal.”

“Qiuyun-ah, I can’t help you if you won’t let me.” Taein’s tone is softer now, that same voice he used when he first convinced her to join his company. She pushes down the urge to run, to turn tail and sprint out of the room.

“You can help me by ending my contract early. That’s the only way. If you don’t, I’ll”—she searches for a way to say what she wants to say without sounding like she’s lost it. She can’t find one. “I’ll kill myself.”

She won’t, but Taein doesn’t know that. She could fake it, though. She could throw herself down a flight of stairs. If she asked Hwajung to push her, she’d probably agree.

“Do you want to see a therapist?” Taein asks. It’s a much too calm response to someone threatening suicide. “If you feel like you might hurt yourself, I want to help you. I hear therapy is very popular these days. All the young kids love to tell a stranger about their problems for hours.”

“I don’t want a therapist,” Qiuyun says, more forcefully than she should. “I want to leave.”

Maybe she should just leave. She could go back home in the middle of the night, damn the consequences. What can Taein do if she’s in a different country?

“You’ve survived so far,” Taein says. “What is different now?”

Nothing, Qiuyun almost says, because nothing is different. But she didn’t tell Taein she wanted to leave in the beginning. She said she was fine and she was enjoying herself and it was what she always dreamed of. She doesn’t know if she lied to him or herself more.

“I had more time to think about it,” she says instead. “I realized I was right all along.”

“You could still change your mind.” It seems he’s already forgotten her threat. He could have seen through it right away. It was foolish of her to try it.

She won’t change her mind. “I’ve wanted this for years.” She bows her head, staring at the wood grain of his desk, to begin her final plea.

Taein shakes his head dismissively. “You have less than two years left on your contract. I have no doubt you’ll survive that long, given that you’ve already survived five years.”

“In Japan, our contract—” Qiuyun starts.

“That isn’t my decision to make. You’ll have to take that up with—what was his name again? Leo? Castor?”

“Orion,” she supplements. The mention of the producer in Japan they’re contractually obliged to makes her want to throw up. Qiuyun can’t decide who’s worse between him and Taein.

"Him," Taein says with a nod. He doesn't say anything else, so she takes his silence as a dismissal.

The worst part of it all, she thinks as she takes the elevator one floor down, is that he doesn't sound completely unsympathetic. He sounds mostly unsympathetic, and that gives Qiuyun hope. If she finds the right words or the right reasons or the right phrases, she could change his mind. She knows she could.

“He said no again,” Qiuyun complains.

Aerin frowns. “I told you to let me talk to him.” She spears a piece of asparagus with her fork. They sit in the dim lighting of a new fusion restaurant Qiuyun wanted to try.

If she didn’t have Aerin, her job would be completely unbearable. Aerin somehow straddles the invisible line dividing the band, listening attentively to Hwajung and Yumi’s complaints, while still being supportive of Qiuyun and Eden.

“I couldn’t wait,” she says. Her kimchi quesadilla seemed appealing in the picture on the menu. Upon closer inspection, the tortilla is soggy. She saws delicately at it with her knife and fork anyway. “I was coherent this time.”

Aerin raises an eyebrow. “Did you make a presentation?”

“I don’t need a presentation.”

“It might have helped. Taein-nim loves presentations.”

“I’d feel so stupid. There wouldn’t be anything on there except ‘Please let me leave Neon Nights.’”

"I'll make the presentation," Aerin says, but Qiuyun shakes her head no.

“Do you think he’d listen to you?” she asks instead.

Aerin purses her lips into a thin grimace. “He should.” She doesn’t sound too confident, and Qiuyun’s spirits plunge.

"Stick it out a little longer," she continues. And Qiuyun gets it, but she doesn't like it. Taein would obviously say no if Aerin asked right after she did.

She nods and finally cuts into her food. "What about Japan? And Orion?"

Aerin waves her off. “If Taein-nim lets you go, I’ll deal with that. He's the bigger problem.”

Qiuyun doesn’t have the highest hopes for that either. Orion is picky and temperamental and only works with people he deems worthy. She doesn’t want to ruin anything for the rest of the band, like the success of their careers without her. Four years and three out of the five promised albums, and their relationship is tenuous as ever. There’s no telling what he thinks of Qiuyun leaving, even if the two of them rarely interact with one another.

That isn’t exactly a vote of confidence either, but she can’t give up now. She has to have hope. Taein can have a change of heart. Maybe she caught him at a bad time, or on a bad day.

She eats, because there's nothing else for her to do. Qiuyun tries to think of any time before where she's felt this hopeless and this helpless. She thinks of nothing except the last time she tried to leave.

A few weeks later, through another monotone practice where minutes pass like centuries, in which Qiuyun plays through one of Hwajung's new songs and only messes up three times, she gets a text. She waits until no one is paying attention to her—it doesn’t take long, because Eden starts complaining that she doesn’t have enough parts and she stands behind her instrument only to barely play it—and reads the message. It’s from Aerin, sent just to her and not the whole group chat.

Qiuyun steals another glance over to Eunbyul’s back, where she’s deep in discussion with Eden, to ensure no one is paying attention to her. Then she reads, he said no again. sorry.

She swallows resolutely and tries to force the sheet music in front of her to make sense. She’ll find a way out of here. She’s survived this long. She can hold on a little longer.

#╰ maestro maestro i’m a pretty psycho ⸻ writing.#everyone posting today i want to post too #ficnetfairy #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #idolverse #idol oc #kpop oc

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ali-becker · 4 months

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How the couples in my fanfics celebrate the New Year:

Jürgen Klopp/Pepijn Lijnders

In Germany the symbol of good luck for the new year is the pig, so every New Year's Eve Pep buys Jürgen a small piggy bank.

Jürgen makes Pep traditional Dutch sweets and sets up a bonfire at home to remind Pep of Dutch traditions.

They tell eachother about their plans for the new year and send messages to all the players.

Stefan Bajcetic/Marcelo Pitaluga

Stefan takes Marcelo to see the fireworks in the bay.

Marcelo kisses Stefan at the end of the count while fireworks explode in the air.

They stay out late until the fireworks end.

Luis Díaz/Diogo Jota

Diogo makes Luis' favorite food for him to eat.

Luis takes them for a ride in the car and sees the fireworks from inside the car.

They sleep in the car, hugging each other in the back seats, no matter how uncomfortable it is.

Wataru Endo/Ibrahima Konaté

Ibou paints Endo's cheeks with the colors of the French flag and Endo paints Ibou's cheeks with the colors of the Japanese flag.

Endo allows himself to get drunk and sing songs in French with Ibou.

They sleep in the living room, the television on with the fireworks show on the bay playing.

Cody Gakpo/Darwin Núñez

Cody gives Darwin's hair a special hairstyle before they leave the house.

Darwin takes Cody to see the fireworks and brings Cody's favorite cupcakes just to see him smile.

They sing Spanish songs along with people while they are at the New Year's party.

Andrew Robertson/Mohamed Salah

Andrew takes Mo where they have the perfect view of the bay.

Mo prays for Robbo and for Liverpool.

They sleep early, but watch the fireworks from the window of Mo's house, which is close to the bay.

Dominik Szoboszlai/Alexis Mac Allister

Dominik watches the fireworks from the balcony of his house and drinks Alexis' mate.

Alexis tells Dominik about the Argentine New Year tradition.

Even though they aren't officially together, that doesn't stop them from hugging each other.

Alisson Becker/Virgil van Dijk

Virgil and Alisson always go to see the fireworks in the bay, since they started dating.

Virgil dances with Alisson while they wait for the show.

When the party ends, inside the car, Alisson plays a song on the guitar and prays for them.

#football #liverpool fc #lfc #liverpool #fanfic headcanons

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cyclone-rachel · 1 year

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Tomorrowverse Karadox playlist analysis part 1:

C’mon (Panic at the Disco feat. Fun.):

What would my head be like

If not for my shoulders

Or without your smile

May it follow you forever

May it never leave you

To sleep in the stone,

May we stay lost on our way home

C'mon, c'mon, with everything falling down around me

I'd like to believe in all the possibilities

If I should die tonight

May I first just say I'm sorry?

For I never felt like anybody

I am a man of many hats

Although I never mastered anything

I like to consider this a classic Karadox song, thanks to an AMV that used this one with Melissa and Jesse’s versions of Kara and Brainy, and thankfully it fits Tomorrowverse Karadox really well too! Especially this part, I like to think it’s the tense part of the movie where Brainy is accused of being like the rest of his family and he apologizes to Kara and tells her how he really feels about her, as Mon-El reveals himself to be evil and it looks like the Brainiacs are going to take control of the Miracle Machine. I just love this song in general, and it’s always a Karadox song for me.

Salt and Vinegar (Lights):

But there I go again lighting you up

I keep filling my cup

You'd think I'd had enough

There you go again bringing me down

But still I stick around

I kinda like it now

You're angry, I'm bitter

You and me make a dangerous mixture

Summoned the devil now we can't get rid of her

We go together like salt and vinegar

So this is a song I’ve started listening to more recently, I first heard it in a Tiktok and I think it would work well for any enemies to lovers style relationship. But it really does fit early Karadox here, when they’re competing against each other and going back and forth on everything, and you kind of get the vibe that they enjoy the fighting and the rivalry.

In Space (Ludo):

Counting moon rocks for the cause, just me in a little pod

I can't wait for gravity to bring you close to me

I hope this message finds you and you won't feel so alone

Even if I never make it home

In space (the tiles are burning, all the time we had)

All I think about is you and me (goes rushing past my window view.)

And atmosphere

In space (through the flames, I keep a steady hand)

Your picture's all I look at, my place (my eyes are clear, my aim is true.)

Is with you below, watching leaves change in the yard

Dreaming of the stars

I can't wait for gravity to bring me home

Oh man this is 100 percent the last part of the movie, where Kara is confronted with the Miracle Machine, and she talks to her mother for a minute before she and Brainy send the machine to another universe and she turns around and sees the real Brainy standing behind her. Also of course the mention of the pod, Krypton exploding and Kara being sent off alone vibes, etc.

Sucker (Jonas Brothers):

I'm a sucker for you

You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly

I'm a sucker for you, yeah

Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things

No one knows about you (About you), about you (About you)

And you're makin' the typical me break my typical rules

It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

So I did see someone made an AMV that included this version of Kara and Brainy with this song, and I think it works! I think in any universe, Brainy falls for Kara, and that’s just true facts.

Love From the Other Side (Fall Out Boy):

This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me

Loose

Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit

I'd never go, I just want to be invited

Got to give up

Get the feeling

Don't fight it

Fight it

Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped, don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

Another song I’ve really enjoyed recently, I just think it kind of has Brainy vibes? Like generally fits his perspective and how he feels about himself. This is more about vibes than anything, but again the “apocalypse” part suits the end of the movie, and the “every lover” line works for this version of Kara and Brainy.

Blow Your Mind (Dua Lipa):

If you don't like the way I talk, then why am I on your mind?

If you don't like the way I rock, then finish your glass of wine

We fight and we argue, you'll still love me blind

If we don't fuck this whole thing up

Guaranteed, I can blow your mind

Mwah!

And tonight I'm alive, ain't no dollar sign

Guaranteed, I can blow your mind, mwah

And tonight I'm alive, ain't no dollar sign

Guaranteed, I can blow your mind, mwah

This one is definitely Kara’s point of view for me, again I heard this one in a Tiktok and I think it fits for her perspective in the earlier parts of the movie and how she wants to prove herself to Brainy and do better at him than everything, and them being antagonistic towards each other.

Might Not Like Me (Brynn Elliott):

Get over yourself, it's no big deal

If I run a little faster than you on the playground

Get over yourself, what's your problem

What's your problem?

Well if you don't like girls that are stronger than you

And if you don't like girls that are faster than you

And if you don't like girls that are smarter than you

Well then you might not like me

You might not like me

So this one doesn’t quite fit because it’s more of a break-up song, but I do think it’s the vibe again with Kara and Brainy at the beginning, from Kara’s perspective and how she would think about/talk to Brainy.

Parachute (Kirby Krackle):

A long night, a cold sweat

You were the one. I didn't know it yet

A simple love, the only thing we want

The only thing, the thing we'll never get

I was missing beats, and you were like a tempo discovered

Running towards the blast when I was needing fix and repair

You said

I'll be your parachute

So let your heart go

When you see ground rushing up at you

And when your feet touch down

That's when your heart knows

I'll always be there catching you

Another classic Karadox song that I also associate with Melissa and Jesse’s versions of Kara and Brainy, this one definitely fits the middle to end parts of the movie when Brainy is accused of murdering one of Triplicate Girl’s selves and Kara defends him/tells him that she believes him when everyone else thinks he’s lying, and from then on they start to really support one another and it’s just the best. I love this song and it’s pitch-perfect Karadox, bye.

Scapegoat (Ghost and Pals):

Now do you hate me?

Are you afraid of me?

Are you able to feel culpability?

Come forth and kill me

Bow down and worship me

Take your time, all we have is eternity

Now with a new start

Broken and torn apart

Nothing in me resembles a human heart

My name is unknown

Something I've never told

On my own, I declare

"I don't wanna go home"

Another song I’ve listened to a lot recently, I just think it’s a bop and that it could fit Brainy a lot in this movie, again when people see him as a villain because they think he’s like his family.

Afterglow (Taylor Swift):

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Put you in jail for something you didn't do

I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

Hey, it's all me, in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you (Ooh)

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you (Ooh)

I need to say, hey, it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

Okay, so this one was suggested by my friend Rosie, and it’s actually so perfect? Like I’m more of a casual Swiftie than anything, I do like several of her songs, but haven’t listened to all of her albums all the way through. However, this one fits so exactly well from Kara’s point of view, and her perspective on Brainy when he gets blamed for something he didn’t do, and maybe her realizing how she really feels about him in the process.

Hit Like a Girl (Meet Me @ the Altar)

I'm tough

I'll save the world and won't even break a sweat

No bluff

I'm witty, yeah I know how to use my head

Said I'm too loud

I should sit down

No, I've got a lot to say

So what

I'm rowdy, yeah I hit like a girl

Hit like a girl!

Got things to do

I'm making moves

And so are you, I know it

You got it girl

This is your world

I'll be right there supporting

Count on me

I'll count on you to be my solace

Just take my hand

Now is the chance

Now is our chance

This one was in one of my friend Brandi’s Tiktoks, and it’s another really good Kara song! Especially at the beginning of the movie, before she goes to the future to train with the Legion, and leading into her relationship with Brainy and how they support each other.

Stay With Me (Better Love):

You shine like the sun

And I want to go blind

You ring in my head

Like a song I can't forget

If you're thinking of me then let me know

I can think of a thousand different places we should go

Oh, I know I just met you

But you're clouding all my dreams

Go on and set me free

I wanna see you tomorrow

Are you thinking of me?

Again, from one of Brandi’s Tiktoks, this one strikes me as another “Brainy falls for Kara instantly” kind of song, with her coming in and disrupting all of his plans and everything, and maybe that’s okay. I always love when I find songs with sun imagery to connect to Kara because Kryptonians are powered by the sun/Rao/etc., it just works perfectly. Also I like that the word “tomorrow” is in this song because this movie is a part of the Tomorrowverse, y’know.

When I Kissed the Teacher (ABBA):

Leaning over me,

He was trying to explain

The laws of geometry

And I couldn't help it,

I just had to kiss the teacher

One of these days

Gonna tell him I dream of him every night

One of these days

Gonna show him I care,

Gonna teach him a lesson alright

Another song suggested by Brandi and I think one that came from their Tiktok, I just like to imagine Brainy and Kara after they get together actually kissing in front of the Legion and them partially expecting it but also having no idea what to think because they were just at each other’s throats. Also this does fit that montage towards the beginning of the movie where they were competing, and Kara wanting to “teach him a lesson” in that sense.

Lay All Your Love On Me (ABBA)

'Cause everything is new

And everything is you

And all I've learned

Has overturned

What can I do?

Don't go wasting your emotion

Lay all your love on me

Don't go sharing your devotion

Lay all your love on me

Another song from Brainy’s perspective and another from Brandi, I think that it’s really fun how quickly Kara and Brainy fall for each other and especially how Kara changes Brainy’s perspective and he’s thrown off by it, but accepts it and accepts her, and she accepts him right back.

Kiss With a Fist (Florence + the Machine)

Broke your jaw once before

I spilt your blood upon the floor

You broke my leg in return

So let's sit back and watch the bed burn

Blood sticks sweat drips

Break the lock if it don't fit

A kick in the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better than none

Whoa a kiss with a fist is better than none

I think this one is the quintessential “enemies to lovers”/ “people in a relationship who always fight” song and again it doesn’t quite fit because it depicts them as already being in a relationship when they are fighting, but I do like it as a song and I think it does kind of work for the beginning of the movie, even if it fits very loosely and it’s more vibes than anything else.

A New Brain- I Fight Dragons

They tell her you've got a destiny, somebody you're supposed to be

Far from this small town there's answers waiting to be found

So she lies awake thinking there's been some mistake

Crying her eyes out, begging for help, she's shouting

I want a new brain, I want a new heart

I'm sick of feeling, failing, and falling apart

I want the courage to make a new start

Time after time I flip from fine to failing and falling apart

Another song I absolutely love (my top song of 2020 on Spotify, I think) and I’d say it definitely fits Kara, with her struggling to find her place after Krypton is destroyed and she wakes up on Earth, and her perspective early on, up until Clark shows her the time bubble and tells her about the Legion. And of course we know she does make a new start, and does find her place among people who accept her and make her feel like she belongs. It’s just a really nice thematic song for her, and of course the mention of Kansas and the Wizard of Oz references fit with Kansas being where Clark was found and the Wizard of Oz being Kara’s favorite movie in at least the TV show.

I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) (from Hercules):

If there's a prize for rotten judgement

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Who'd ya think you're kiddin'

He's the earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you

Girl, ya can't conceal it

We know how ya feel and

Who you're thinking of

I think it would have been very fun/cute if we had gotten more scenes like the one towards the end of the movie where Kara and Brainy are found by some of the other Legion academy members, and they point out how much they’re flirting with each other, but this definitely fits that kind of scene and Kara starting to realize how she feels about Brainy even though he does frustrate her and of course he’s a Brainiac and she doesn’t trust him on instinct.

What Is This Feeling? (from Wicked):

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame

Does it have a name?

Yes

Loathing

Unadulterated loathing

For your face

Your voice

Your clothing

Let's just say - I loathe it all

Every little trait however small

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

With simple utter loathing

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation

It's so pure, so strong

Though I do admit it came on fast

Still I do believe that it can last

And I will be loathing, loathing you

My whole life long

Dear Galinda, you are just too good

How do you stand it? I don't think I could

She's a terror! She's a tartar

We don't mean to show a bias

But Galinda you're a martyr

Well, these things are sent to try us

Poor Galinda forced to reside

With someone so disgusting-I-fied

We just want to tell you

We're all on your side

So this is another song I love, and there’s another song from this musical that I memorized the lyrics to as far back as 2017, but I hadn’t listened to it in a while but this song fits freakishly well for Karadox in this movie? Like, obviously, Kara distrusting Brainy because of his Brainiac connection, and him hating her right back, but also I think of the moment where Dawnstar tells Kara outright that nobody wants Brainy around, and the part where the senior Legion members discuss him at some point and say that they don’t trust him either. Kara and Brainy aren’t actually roommates here, and the beginning of the song where it’s spoken doesn’t really fit, but everything else does and I love it.

Peace and Love on the Planet Earth (from Steven Universe):

What is the point?

You're not making anything

Well, if it isn't anything then why does it sound so good?

I suppose it's just interest

Do-mi-so-do

Devoid of substance or purpose, a hypothetical pattern...

Do-mi-so-ti

For the satisfaction of bringing it to completion

Sure

Do-mi-so-ti

Interest without meaning

Solutions without problems

I guess we're already here

I guess we already know

We've all got something to fear

We've all got nowhere to go

I think you're all insane!

But I guess I am too

Anybody would be

If they were stuck on Earth with you!

Life and death and love and birth and

Peace and war on the planet Earth

Is there anything that's worth more

Than peace and love on the planet Earth

Listen, I just think that Brainy has Peridot vibes in general, and for this movie in particular he’s pre-redemption/during redemption Peridot, when she’s just getting used to being around Steven and the Gems, and I don’t think either Brainy or Kara is necessarily stuck on Earth, but that’s kind of the vibe with Kara not being able to go back to Krypton and Brainy probably not being treated great on Colu given his heritage. And of course, for both Peridot and Brainy, we know the climaxes of their emotional journeys, and both are great moments of catharsis. Also again I just love this song.

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