#and i realize that typing it a thousand times made it worse

[chlorinecake]

Imagine slow but rough sex with Jungwon cause he found out that you were not being yourself.

"Baby's not feeling well, hm?

"yeah, fuck everyone. But, I can fuck you up harder"

"Insecure? Baby, you got a pussy that can make any man pray"

"Cry over my cock instead, yeah?"

Fuck Now, Talk Later | Y.JW

▹ PAIRING : soft dom! bf! jungwon x subby! gf!reader

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUMMARY : Just Jungwon fucking your tears away with a bit of rough COMFORT SEX because you’re too pretty to cry over anything other than his cock.

▹ CONTAINS : ⚠︎ swearing, kissing, praise kink, pet names (angel, kitty, good girl), unprotected sex (cowgirl variations), mild dacryphilia, mentions of insecurities, reference to cigar use

▹ WORD COUNT : 2.2k — special tags for my fellow won-girlies @candewlsy and @theothernads ⋆.˚

Your eyebrows that were once screwed into little bows of frustration atop your face had finally popped, a stream of tears spilling over your cheeks as you ran straight to your bedroom, where you sobbed your sorrows into the sheets…

It wasn’t long before your boyfriend Jungwon realized you had got back home from hanging with your friends already, though…

Standing up from his reading nook in the living room, he went off in search for you, following the hushed sounds of your cries all the way to the bedroom.

And there you were… curled up into a tight ball of sadness as you sniffled beneath the sole comfort of your zip-down hoodie, hiding your face from him.

“Aww,” your boyfriend started gently, walking over to sit beside you on the mattress… “What’s the matter, hm?… Baby's not feeling too well?…”

You felt his hand caress the dip in your waist now as you laid down, but it only made you tense up, feeling worse for burdening him.

“N-no, Wonie… I just hate crying like this… especially in front of you…,” you managed to say, trying to give him a hint that you wanted to be alone for a few moments, but he persisted anyways.

“You never have to hide your emotions from me, love…” Jungwon encouraged, briefly breathing against your cheek before kissing the skin there, “It’s important that I see these parts of you, too, y’know?…”

You had been dating Jungwon for a little less than a year now, and one relationship goal that has always been the same for him was prioritizing your comfort.

He wanted you to be okay with sharing all types of intimacy… not just the parts that involved sex.

Naturally though, your boyfriend was never really an emotional person, and yet he strived to become better in that aspect because of you… because he knew there’d be a time where you needed that emotional comfort from him more than anything—

“Please, ____,” Jungwon’s voice sounded from behind you, “just tell me what’s wrong, baby…”

You sighed at his pleading before answering, not meeting his eyes only for him to scan your face anyways, admiring how lovely your teary eyes looked in this moment.

“I don’t know, Wonie… I guess I’ve just… I haven’t been feeling like myself, lately…”

“Ahh… so you’re telling me my pretty girl has got herself all worked up over insecurities again?”

“Well- it’s not just that… s-someone said that I’ve changed for the worse…”

It was earlier while you were hanging out with your friends…

One of the girls there, who you remembered as your former smoking buddy, had some pretty nasty things to say about you once she found out you had been trying to quit using.

“Yeah, you might’ve quit the pen, but all those lingering nerves are making you eat yourself to death, now… just look at your legs… they’ve gotten so big since the last time we spoke…”

Sighing at the memory, you sat up on the bed now, looking back at Jungwon’s stoic expression that spoke a thousand words for itself as he went on to ask:

“Are you seriously gonna let those empty words get you upset like this?…”

His hand was on your thigh, distracting you from answering at first until you decided to simply shake your head at his question, feeling the tears erupt within you all over again.

“I’m sorry, Jungwon,” you croaked with a squeaky voice, feeling yourself hiccup a bit from sniffling so hard, “I’m so sorry for being this way…”

For being your dysfunctional, basket-case of a girlfriend, you wanted to add, but the words got caught in the anxious web of your own mind, a spider feeling as though it’d just crawled down your throat as you continued bullying yourself in your head.

Jungwon had never seen you so sad before, and the way you just leaned into him while sobbing into the crook of his neck made his heart sink and swell at the same time.

The moisture from your face peppered his shoulders as he gently caressed your back, cooing within the sullen air.

“Don’t apologize when you did nothing wrong, ____,” he demanded with a whisper, pulling away from the hug to look in your face, “you understand me?”

You nodded again, making him smile softly as he kissed away the tears trailing your left cheek, his free, sweater-gloved hand wiping the other side.

“I just wanna feel better, already… regardless of what other people think of me,” you say as the end of his sleeve kept patting at your tears.

“And you will,” Jungwon went on, tilting his head at you with a thumb running over your lower lip. “Fuck those people and their opinions, ____…” he said, kissing you on the corner of your lips but only going in for more once you hummed in approval.

But of course, the tears came back, and you’re not sure why, but they wouldn’t stop.

“It’s okay, angel… let it all out,” Jungwon whispered against your lips, but you turned your head, letting your back find the mattress and covering your face.

“I … I can’t, Wonie… I hate feeling like such a crybaby over the smallest of things,” you sniffled, vision blurring with the amount of tears spilling over the edge of your lash bed now.

“Move your hands, love… I don’t like it when you hide your face from me…”

You look so gorgeous when you cry, your boyfriend wanted to add, but decided not to let his dirty thoughts thrive in this moment…

He opted to lay down beside you instead, joining your flat posture on the mattress before trailing a hand from the top of your knee and up to the point where the skirt you wore was hiked up over your hips now.

And yes, you weakly tried to swat his hands away, but he persisted, pulling your skirt back over your curves before hooking his first finger at the hem of your black, lace panties.

“You can always cry over my cock instead,” he whispered in a low voice now, his offer drawing you back to the present and out of your thoughts as the feeling of his hand inching closer to your core made your thighs tense up.

“W-Wonie~” your breath hitched, his fingers feeling cold against your warm skin as you failed to meet his lustful gaze.

“No no no, look at me… tell me how you want me to help you feel better, yea?”

With the last bit of willpower you had, you let your puffy eyes flicker up to meet his face, shuddering as you felt your panties slip lower and lower from their original position.

“I don’t really know what to say, Jungwon,” your voice came out below a whisper, your anxious thighs squeezing together as if it’d help hide the expanse of flesh from his eyes.

But his eyes weren’t looking there, anyways, being more concerned with the expression on your face than anything.

“Want me to help fuck all those tears away, kitty?... Is that what my pretty baby needs?”

And just like that, you felt it… the fiery rush in your stomach letting you know that it was only a matter of time before he had you bouncing on top of him, begging for more…

But as much as your body wanted to say yes, your mind was still making you feel insecure, especially as your panties were completely gone at this point, your hesitant body still trying to ease into his touch as he sat you in his lap.

Jungwon let his hands caress over the bow you tied around your thighs as your weight sunk into the straddle… your beautiful, soft, and perfect thighs…

Your hands found his shoulders for leverage, right as he kissed the center of your lips, humming at the way you clung to him now.

Your nose was still a bit stuffy from crying so much, so the kiss ended up being a lot sloppier than usual which only helped to turn you on even more.

“Such a good girl,” Jungwon muttered breathlessly as you suddenly broke from the contact, watching as you got to work on freeing his cock from the confines of his pants.

Climbing back over him, you simply hovered over his length, kissing him one more time on the lips before sliding him into you, tensing up a bit at the sensation.

“Mmm,” you hummed, feeling his hands push your thighs down just to help speed things up a bit.

And it didn’t take long for you to start moving once he was fully inside you, those pretty feline eyes of his becoming heavy at the relief his cock found in your pussy.

Letting his back fall against the bed, Jungwon kept his hands at your waist as you continued bouncing on his cock, a red hue blushing to your cheeks now as he started playing with your boobs.

“You’re taking me so well today, baby,” your boyfriend whispered in a low voice while squeezing the flesh of your tits in his hand, “always look so pretty while bouncing on my cock…”

You whimpered slightly at the painful feeling coupled with his dirty words, clenching around his member as the pace of your hips grew faster with your need.

“W-wonie~” you began to say, holding onto his wrists as his hands stayed cupped around your breasts.

“What is it, baby?” He asked in an almost cloyingly sweet tone, taking one of his free hands and pinching your cheek to make you blush even more.

“W-want you to fuck me, Wonie… p-please,” you whine in between feeling his thumb find the inside of your mouth, playing with your tongue as you finally meet his eyes again.

“You gotta be more specific, kitty,” he says, catching on to the way you visibly sulk at his words, “how does my pretty girl want to be fucked?”

As frustrated as you were starting to feel with his teasing, you couldn’t help but keep bouncing in his lap, practically drooling over the way his tip felt sliding against all the best parts inside you.

“Need you to be rough with me, Wonie,” you manage to say breathlessly, eyes tearing up now at the rollercoaster of emotions, “need you so bad—”

“Shhh… I’ve got you, baby,” Jungwon cooed, moving his thumb from your mouth and swiping the moisture from your eyes, “gonna help you feel so much better…”

You felt his touch guide you against his stomach now, your face resting in the crook of his shoulder as he held you against him with his strength, thrusting himself inside you.

And you almost couldn’t believe that he was starting off so fast, gripping a handful of your hair as tiny grunts fell from his lips, your eyes pricking with moisture as he kept pounding into you.

“God, p-please… go harder,” you whined out weakly, only to moan as his grip on your hair tightened, a string of curses falling from his mouth as his hips snapped into you even faster.

“Let me see those pretty tears of yours again, baby… let me know how good I’m making you feel…”

The sound of skin against skin would be impossible for anyone outside to ignore at this point, especially with the way you kept whining for him...

“Feels so good, Wonie,” you cried out, feeling the band in your stomach tighten as your climax treaded closer and closer to spilling over the edge, “need you to make me cum so badly…”

“Already?” Your boyfriend asked with a slight chuckle to his tone, even though he knew he wasn’t gonna last very much longer himself, “my pretty girl is always so needy for my cock, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes, yes,” your voice came out in erotic moans as your pussy throbbed with a burning need.

Only a few more seconds had passed before you were squirming on top of him, his hands having to hold you down given how much your body trembled.

“Nghh,” Jungwon’s voice followed right after, just as the feeling of his release coating your walls became obvious to you, a string of mumbled praise slipping from his mouth.

And all you could do was whimper at your boyfriend’s words, both of your hips riding out their highs as his lips found your face, kissing away the tears there as you melted into his touch.

Eventually, he let his dick slip out of the comfort of your warm hole, caressing your back as you returned a kiss to his lips, missing the closeness already…

“Feel any better?” Jungwon asked, a faint smile creeping upon his delicate features as you adored the sight of him in your own heart.

“Thanks to you, yes,” is the last thing you remembered saying in that moment, your tingly legs still straddling his lap as fell back into his embrace, grateful to have a boyfriend as perfect as him…

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Thanks to everyone who read this quick little fic! If you're interested, feel free to check out my enhypen bookshelf for more works like this !!

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Reincarnated!Roger Luffy x Reincarnated!Rouge Reader — a small drabble of mine!

It was hard working for the Navy, whenever the man whom you adored so dearly was bound to be your enemy for life.

How it happened? It was a long story… And you couldn’t quite put it all into words.

It started two years ago, all the way back in Alabasta, when you were sent out for a job with your coworker, Smoker.

The two of you could be considered as ‘friends’. He rambled to you the whole way there about a wanted pirate who went by the name of ‘Straw Hat Luffy’, at the time bearing a 30 million Berry bounty.

He was just a rookie. It would be easy for someone of your rank to take him down. You were respected by even the three Admirals themselves, probably only a level below them in terms of power.

So why was it that when you did come face to face with him, the two of you just locked eyes, as if entranced by each other.

Your heart skipped a beat in that very moment. And for some reason, he smiled at you, making your sudden jittery behavior and nervousness a thousand times worse.

You were so ashamed of yourself. You allowed him to simply run past you with that toothy grin of his, beaming with confidence and recklessness.

Smoker didn’t let you off lightly after watching that scene. But you didn’t argue against him, no. You fully believed you deserved it.

But why did that happen in the first place? He was a pirate, and you didn’t take yourself as the type to fall in love at first sight. You’ve never done that.

You couldn’t continue to help Smoker and the swordswoman always by his side, Tashigi, in capturing the Straw Hats. Especially their captain.

It was like your body acted on its own, forcing you to leave. After that encounter, you endured a mental crisis for nearly an entire month.

He just felt so… familiar. It unsettled you.

Why did it feel like you had met him before?

After Alabasta, you somehow ended getting tied up in his daily pirate schemes, as if you just couldn’t escape him.

Sabaody Archipelago, the Navy Headquarters, Punk Hazard… You could name even more times that you’ve met with him in abnormal circumstances.

And every time you fought him, every accidental brush of hands that made your cheeks heat up, your feelings got worse, and worse, and worse…

Why him?

Of all people, why him?

To make things worse, you could feel yourself… distancing from your duty. Your job. Like he was influencing you.

You started thinking weird things, strange things.

‘The World Government? I don’t trust them.’

You didn’t trust them? Yes you did. They wanted justice for the world, and you did, too.

‘They’re corrupted.’

No they aren’t.

‘In the name of justice? Don’t make me laugh. They don’t care about justice… They only want power.’

It was like there was a second voice in your head. An alter ego, almost…

All the while, in the midst of those thoughts… Your mind always reeled back to him. His stupid face that made your heart flutter. That smile of his, that was so infectious you couldn’t help but return a smile, which you didn’t realize most of the time.

He would point it out mid-fight, too.

“Hey, you’re smiling!”

“You’re seeing things, Straw Hat!”

You also couldn’t help but realize that during your meaningless duels, all his attention would be solely on you. Of course, when fighting someone, that was normal. But the way he looked at you… Did enemies look at each other like that?

His eyes shone, full of adoration. He always smiled at you, even if you wanted him to take you seriously. He didn’t gaze at you like he did his other opponents. He always stared them down with anger, or irritation.

He hardly knew anything about you, other than how well you fought when you clashed on the battlefield. But at the same time, he felt like he knew everything about you.

It took you by surprise one day, when he opened up his own confusion to you.

“It feels like I’ve met you before. Before Vivi’s country!”

Before Alabasta? That was where you first met two years ago.

And he was saying that he felt like he knew you before your meeting in the country?

“You must be crazy, Straw Hat…”

You said that, but you felt the same. And… he said he felt the same. You would’ve never expected him to be on the road of confusion, as you were.

You hated to admit it, but Straw Hat Luffy was the center of your thoughts ever since your first meeting. He indirectly influenced you, resulting in you slowly developing a distasteful attitude toward the World Government and all your coworkers.

He’s never even said anything to you about hating the World Government, yet your thoughts of him were changing you.

For better, or for worse? You had no idea.

It was impossible for you to deny the way your eyes softened, and the way your muscles became less tense when he was around.

In battle, you’d have to be the one to fight him if you were present. No one else. Not even if an Admiral offered to assist you in taking him down.

Because for some reason… For some odd, odd reason…

…You were paranoid that they’d be able to defeat him, and he’d die on an execution platform, leaving you alone with your feelings until your own death.

Why did it feel like… that’s already happened before?

You couldn’t let it happen again.

[scary-grace]

Somewhere in the Crowd- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Tomura tells himself he's content with singing backup in the band he founded, and most of the time he is. But when he takes a song request from you during the biggest concert the League of Villains has ever played, he realizes that there might be a few advantages to claiming the spotlight. 4.1k words, no quirks, band au. the League sounds like Lord Huron because I want them to and all songs referenced are from LH's discography.

this fic is for the lovely @scarlettcryptid's birthday! she offered me free rein to write a Shigaraki x reader fic, and true to form I have produced a band AU. happy birthday Scarlett! sorry it's a little late.

Even midway into his second tour with the band he started, Tomura still hasn’t fallen for the supposed romance of being onstage. It’s hot under the lights. The entire venue smells like sweat. And if it wasn’t for the earpiece jammed in one ear and the earplug jammed in the other, he wouldn’t even be able to hear what the rest of the band is doing. Not Twice on drums, not Toga on violin or musical saw or whatever weird instrument she dug up, not Dabi on piano or Spinner on guitar, and definitely not either Dabi or Spinner’s singing. Without the goddamn earpieces, the League of Villains would fall apart.

And at the same time, Tomura doesn’t hate it quite as much as he used to. Since the League got signed with Deika Records, they’ve been playing sold-out shows in increasingly larger venues. Tonight’s venue has three thousand people. Three thousand people paid money to get in, and some number of them paid more money to meet-and-greet with the band afterwards, and right now, all of them are focused on the stage.

They’re mainly focused on Spinner and Dabi, who are singing, or on Twice, who’s always doing something weird and destined to go viral, or on Toga, who’s better at playing to the crowd than anybody else in the band. Tomura, off to one side of the stage with his bass and a mic in front of him, might as well be an afterthought. And that’s fine with him. He’s the one who formed the band. He’s the one who writes the songs. His music is in the spotlight. That’s good enough.

They’ve just wrapped up a crowd favorite, one of the songs from the first album, and they’re officially in the back half of the set. Tomura glances down at the set list, sees the blank spot, and feels a wave of apathy sweep over him. It gets even worse when Spinner, his handpicked lead singer who’s all about keeping things fair, steps up to the mic and announces it to the crowd. “We’ve got space for one more request, so send it on over to Shigaraki! It’s his turn to pick.”

When it’s Dabi or Spinner picking the request, people rush the stage, and people rush it this time, too – so they can try to get the poster they made or the picture they want signed right up and personal with Spinner and Dabi. Tomura sidles awkwardly over to the edge of the stage, wondering if anyone will try to request something from him. Tonight there are two dozen or so, all with big posters asking for the band’s most famous songs. Someone wants a deep cut, one that Dabi sings solo, and Tomura’s feeling like an asshole, so he skips that one on purpose. And then he spots something else.

It’s not a poster or a photo for signing. It’s a piece of folded-up notebook paper, held up by someone who doesn’t look like the type to be right up front at a League of Villains concert. It’s hard to get a good look at your face with all the posters in the way, and somebody keeps bumping into you, almost knocking you over. You keep your arm up, your piece of notebook paper flapping, and Tomura reaches out to the absolute edge of his balance and snatches it from your hand.

“We have a winner,” Toga calls out, and a bunch of people cheer – because it’s Toga talking, not because Tomura grabbed a request. “What’s it gonna be, Tomura-kun?”

Tomura unfolds the piece of paper. Three words. Play your favorite.

He knew he grabbed the right one. “Lost in Time and Space,” he announces, to the tune of a collective “huh” from the audience. “Spinner. Move over.”

Spinner’s grinning as he steps away from the center mic. “We haven’t done this one in forever,” he says, too quietly for the crowd to here. He swaps his guitar for Tomura’s bass. “Whoever did the request must be a fan of yours.”

Tomura doesn’t think you are, really. He’s not even sure you’re a fan of the band. If you were, you’d have requested a specific song, not just requested that Tomura play his favorite song. Tomura feels a surge of nerves as he gets set at the center mic, then pushes them aside. Just because he hasn’t sung lead in a while doesn’t mean he’s forgotten how. Everyone might rather look at Spinner or Dabi, but for the next three and a half minutes, they’re going to have to put up with looking at him. Tomura cues the rest of the band, adjusts his grip on Spinner’s guitar, and plays.

It’s an old song, off the League’s first LP. That LP became their first album, with the weird character songs and story arcs the League is famous for, but neither Spinner nor Dabi wanted this song. Tomura doesn’t blame them. He was pretty depressed when he wrote it, and it’s a little too mopey for the LP and for what the League usually plays. But it’s his damn song. He hasn’t played it on tour at all. He’s going to enjoy it.

He does enjoy it. Not enough to make him miss singing lead or being the star of the show, but he enjoys getting to play a song that’s his, one he didn’t write to play to anybody else’s strengths. And at the end of the song, once he’s stepped away from the center mic and gone back where he belongs, he picks up the notebook paper off the stage and tucks it into his pocket. Whoever you are, he hopes you got what you were looking for out of the show. As he slogs through the rest of the set, Tomura wishes he’d gotten a good look at your face.

After three encores – a record – Tomura and the rest of the band get a break, hanging out in the green room before the meet-and-greet. Toga beelines for the fridge, but instead of opening it, she hauls out a can of air freshener from the floor next to it and starts spraying it everywhere. Twice gets a blast in the face and sneezes through his mask. “Hey, what the hell? That’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled and it sucks!”

“It smells like boy sweat in here,” Toga says. “I love you guys, but you stink. The girls at the meet and greet won’t like that.”

“Some of them are into it,” Dabi says, and smirks. Spinner grabs the air freshener from Toga and sprays both armpits. “Quit simping so hard for your fans, lead singer. It’s supposed to be the other way around.”

“They paid to come talk to us. We shouldn’t tear-gas them with our body odor.”

“So you’re going to tear-gas them with air freshener instead?”

“They’re his fans. He can do what he wants.” Tomura shakes his head when Spinner offers him the can. Deodorant exists, and it’s not like anybody’s going to want to talk to Tomura anyway. “That goes for everybody. Do what you want. But if you break Magne’s rules, you’re on your own.”

Magne’s been the tour manager since halfway through their first tour, and she’s strict as hell. In fairness to Magne, they earned it. Halfway through their first tour, one meet-and-greet turned into one party and turned into five separate scandals, one for each of them. Spinner’s was the smallest and Twice’s was pretty funny, but Dabi and Toga both spent a night in jail over theirs, and although it upped their cred with the fanbase, it also tanked a possible record deal. Kurogiri showed up to bail them out, and he brought Magne with him.

The door to the green room opens, and Magne steps in, like Tomura somehow summoned her by mentioning her name. “They’re all lined up,” she says. “I’m sneaking you in the back way. Does everybody remember the rules?”

Tomura mumbles agreement along with everybody else. Magne’s smile takes on a dangerous glint. “There are only three important ones,” she says. “First: The bus leaves when it leaves, regardless of who’s on it. I don’t care how hungover you are. Get your ass on the bus.”

When Tomura’s hungover, he usually sleeps on the bus, just to make sure it doesn’t leave without him. “Second,” Magne continues, “remember that whatever you do with a groupie is going to end up all over the internet. And don’t bring any groupies on the bus unless the rest of the band okays it.”

That’s happened exactly never. Tomura uses the bus trips for writing or for naps, and too much groupie bullshit makes it hard to do either. “And finally,” Magne says, “if I find out that any of you were hooking up with a groupie in a goddamn koi pond again, I’m taking you to the vet and having you neutered before you sober up.”

“That was one time!” Twice protests.

“Yeah, and we’re still getting therapy bills from the fish,” Tomura says. Toga cackles. “Can we get this over with?”

“Yep! Right this way.” Magne leads them out the door and down a hallway, then ushers them through the door into the venue’s VIP lounge. Tomura’s last in line, and she grabs his arm before he can go in. “I got a call from the big boss at Deika. He says to try not to look like you’re in pain the entire time.”

“Tell him to stop looking at me, then.” Tomura shrugs her off, steps through the door, and skulks over to the far corner of the room. “Nobody else is.”

Back before he made it in any capacity, Tomura used to daydream about meet-and-greets, getting all wound up over the idea that people would pay to talk to him about his music. A few years into his career, the reality’s set in: Meet-and-greets are for photos and autographs and fans throwing themselves at the artists, and nobody throws themselves at Tomura. Kurogiri thinks it’s his stage presence, or the fact that he doesn’t interact with fans on social media, or that he doesn’t look very approachable. Tomura’s pretty sure it’s about how he looks, period. With a face like his, approachable doesn’t matter.

The fans start filtering in, beelining for the others, and Tomura digs his notebook out of his pocket. He might as well write a bit.

Compress, who handles production and merchandising on the tour, swings by at one point to give Tomura the figures. They’re doing well, which is a surprise. “Even the new stuff?”

“The K-pop strategy is working,” Compress says. He lifts his mask to take a sip of water, then lowers it down again. “Everyone’s trying to collect them all – the photo cards, the different editions of the albums, the replica costume pieces. The fans on Twitter are competing to see who can get an autograph on every piece of merchandise first.”

The fans on Twitter are really stupid. “If it works, it works.”

“It’s working very well,” Compress says. He pauses. “Somebody did come by looking for something I didn’t have. They wanted a copy of Vide Noir. Not the album – the LP.”

“The LP? Why?”

“Because the album doesn’t have Lost in Time and Space on it,” Compress says. “I’m not kidding, Shigaraki. Those were her exact words.”

Tomura has a hard time believing that. He’s pretty sure Compress is saying it just to build him up, because they’re halfway through the meet-and-greet, and nobody, not even the autograph hunters, has come to talk to Tomura. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Tomura didn’t start writing music so people will talk to him. That’s what he’s been insisting on since he started the band. Midway through their second tour, it’s almost the truth.

Compress leaves, and Tomura keeps writing, scratching away at a verse that’s not coming together. He’s just starting to wonder how much longer this thing is supposed to go on for when a shadow falls across his notebook page. “Um,” a girl’s voice starts. “Hi. Are you Tomura?”

“Dabi’s over there.”

“Yeah, I saw,” the girl says. “Are you Tomura?”

“I’m Shigaraki.” Tomura doesn’t look up. “You want to talk to Spinner? He’s over there. He likes the shy ones.”

Tomura’s not sure if Spinner likes the shy ones or if he’s just less scared of them than he is of the others. For a lead singer, Spinner’s unusually spooked by his fans. “Is Spinner the one who writes the songs?” the girl asks. “I wanted to talk to the person who writes the songs. If the liner notes are anything to go by, that’s you.”

Tomura looks up at tonight’s misguided, irritating fan, and stops at chest height when notes the lack of a backstage pass around your neck. He notes your breasts, too, and the fact that you’re not showing them off. “Nice work on sneaking in here without paying. Dabi will be impressed.”

“I didn’t sneak in,” the fan says. “The woman at the door let me in when I showed her this.”

Tomura doesn’t look up, and the fan sticks a notebook into the middle of his eyeline. A notebook with lined paper and the remnants of a torn-out page still clinging to the binding. Tomura fumbles in his pocket for the request he took and unfolds it, lining it up to match the torn edge of the page. The request is a little crumpled, but when Tomura smooths it out, he can see that the edges match.

His heart skips an awkward beat, then another. He’s not talking to a random fan. You’re the one who gave him the request. He hands you back the notebook without the request sets his own notebook aside, and gets to his feet, so he can finally get a look at your face. You’re pretty, and you’re dressed like you came here straight from an office job, and you came to talk to him – and he’s been a dick. “Sorry,” he says, the word feeling awkward and unwieldy as it forces its way out of his mouth. “Thought you were here for somebody else.”

You shake your head. “I was hoping to talk to you,” you say. “Sorry about the first-name thing. That was – awkward.”

You used Tomura’s first name, and Tomura was a jackass to you. That makes it even, in his opinion.  “What did you want to talk about?”

“I wanted to thank you for taking my request,” you say earnestly. You remind Tomura of some of Spinner’s fans. “And I wanted to know why you picked the song you did.”

Now you sound more like one of Dabi’s fans. Dabi’s fans get kind of direct when they want something. “I’ll tell you that if you tell me why you gave me that request instead of a normal one.”

You look at Tomura, and Tomura looks back. “Can we sit down?” you ask. “I took an elbow to the knee trying to get through the mosh pit, and my leg’s still kind of numb.”

Something about that strikes Tomura as funny, but he doesn’t realize what it is until you’re both sitting down on the floor, leaned back against the wall. “Did you just make a Skyrim joke?”

“Don’t get too excited. I only know the one.” You glance sideways at Tomura. “Want to see the bruise?”

Usually when Dabi’s fans ask him if he wants to see something, they mean their tits. Or their ass. Tomura nods, and you hike up your pantleg. Tomura gets kind of fixated on your ankle, then your calf, but then you pull the fabric up over your knee, and Tomura winces in spite of himself. “Are you sure it was an elbow and not a hammer or something?”

“Maybe it was. Your fans are kind of crazy.”

“The band’s fans,” Tomura corrects. You let your pantleg fall back, covering up your calf and your ankle, and Tomura feels weirdly disappointed. “Are you going to answer my question?”

“Why I gave you that request?” You tilt your head back against the wall. “You write all the songs, but you never sing lead, and songs sound different when they’re sung by the person who wrote them. I thought if I asked for your favorite, you’d pick one you sing lead on.”

And you were right. Tomura feels weird about that. Weird enough to answer your question before you can ask it again. “I picked that one because it’s the only one I still sing lead on. I have favorites for the band. But I always pick those. I just thought it might be – fun.”

“I liked it,” you say. “When Dabi and Spinner sing, they’re telling a story. It’s a good story, and they’re telling it well, but – when you sang it, it sounded like it was about you. Do you feel like you’re writing about yourself when you write songs?”

“Do you usually get this personal with people you just met?”

“I don’t usually meet my favorite songwriter,” you say. “So no.”

Your favorite. “I’m not your favorite. Don’t lie.”

“I don’t lie about stuff like that,” you say. “I wouldn’t take an elbow to the knee for my second-favorite songwriter.”

Tomura snorts. “I didn’t know people had favorite songwriters.”

“I’m weird,” you say comfortably. Now you sound like a Toga fan. Or one of Twice’s. Their fans don’t take themselves too seriously. “And I’m a writer, so I know the good stuff when I see it.”

“You write?” Tomura asks. He wouldn’t have guessed looking at you. Then again, he wouldn’t have guessed that you’d be at a League concert, either. “Poems or something?”

“No, stories,” you say. Tomura’s a little bit relieved. “Stories have arcs and plots, just like your songs do – and the band’s albums – but you do it in a lot less space than I have to work with, so you’re much more efficient. You can define a character in two lines, and it’s compelling. People connect with it. They must, or they wouldn’t dress up in those outfits.”

Tomura tries not to pay attention to the outfits. Sometimes seeing what people took away from his songs is a little upsetting. Listening to you talk about what you like about his songwriting style is a different kind of upsetting, the kind where he wants to believe it and knows he shouldn’t. “What’s your favorite?”

“Meet Me in the Woods,” you say without missing a beat. “I was kind of sad you all didn’t play it.”

“We need a female vocalist,” Tomura says. “We rented one for recording it, but Toga doesn’t sing, and Magne wouldn’t do it even when Twice dared her to. And Dabi said his balls shrink every time he puts his falsetto up that high.”

You laugh at that. Tomura likes what it sounds like. “Spinner says the song gives him the creeps,” he adds. “I sang lead in the studio.”

“You should sing lead for that one,” you say. “And find a female vocalist.”

Tomura shrugs. “Job’s open if you want it.”

Your face flushes instantly. “I bet you know better jokes than that.”

“Can you sing?” Tomura asks. You look away in a hurry, the flush deepening. Now you look like a Spinner fan again, but you’re not saying no, either. Now Tomura’s interested. He gets to his feet. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

Tomura holds out a hand to help you up, and after a long second, you take it. “Let’s go.”

Tomura doesn’t let go of your hand, and you don’t pull away. It’s not until Tomura leads you back out onto the stage in an auditorium that’s now lit only by a ghostlight that you put the brakes on. “No.���

“There’s nobody in here but me,” Tomura says. “You said it’s your favorite song. Try it.”

“Would you try it, if you were me?” Your hand is shaking a little bit. “Faceplanting in front of my favorite songwriter was not on my agenda for this evening.”

“I’ll sing, too,” Tomura says. “I could always faceplant in front of my biggest fan.”

Maybe that was a dumb thing to say. Maybe you don’t want to be Tomura’s biggest fan. He waits for you to protest. Instead, you take a deep breath. “Start singing, then.”

The first verse is Tomura’s, and his joke about faceplanting in front of you gets a little too real in a heartbeat. There’s something weird about singing in front of just one person, someone he can’t see even though you’re right next to him. It’s a relief when you join him on the tag at the end of the verse, even if you’re quiet. And Tomura was right – you can sing, at least enough to harmonize, and to match his tone so your voice doesn’t clash with his. The real test will be the chorus, if you can keep pace with Tomura there.

And you can. Tomura knew you could, but he’s surprised by how good it sounds. By the last line of the chorus, you’re confident enough to screw around a bit, putting a turn on the last three notes of the third line instead of hitting them straight. Tomura’s not projecting his voice all that hard, and neither are you, but the auditorium’s empty. There’s nothing for your voices to hit that will deaden the sound, and the acoustics bounce it back in an echo that sends chills down Tomura’s spine.

When the echo fades, it’s silent. Next to Tomura, you shiver. “Maybe this was a bad place to sing this song.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Tomura will admit the line about the endless night hit a little harder than it was supposed to. “Tomorrow night, try not to stare into the lights.”

“I told you not to joke.”

“I don’t joke about stuff like this,” Tomura says. Now you’re reminding him of Spinner, who took way too much convincing before he’d believe that Tomura not only wanted him in the band, but wanted him to sing lead. “I told you. The job’s yours if you want it. Do you want it?”

It’s quiet for a second. “Where’s your next show?”

“A couple hours from here. Are you worried about your job or something?”

“No,” you say slowly. “Tonight was the last night of a business trip. I’m remote most of the time.”

“So you can work anywhere as long as you have internet access,” Tomura says. He hears you make some kind of distressed noise. “It’s your favorite song. I’ll put it in the set list and I’ll sing lead. You just have to sing it with me. Are you in?”

“This isn’t why I came here,” you say. “I just wanted to meet you and talk about your songs. I wasn’t trying to, like – get on the bus or something.”

“That would be a hell of a long con,” Tomura says. “I don’t think you’d go for that. Too many moving parts.”

“Yeah.” You make that distressed noise again. It’s sort of cute. “Is there a reason we’re still holding hands?”

“Yeah. It’s dark in here and I didn’t want you to fall of the side of the stage.” Tomura starts back towards the wings, pulling you along with him and trying to get his stupid grin under control before he steps back into the light. “Look at it this way. Even if you faceplant tomorrow night, it’ll be something to write about.”

“Are you going to write about this?” you challenge. “You never told me if you feel like your songs are about you.”

Tomura doesn’t, usually. He writes about characters for a reason. Most of the things that happen to him aren’t worth writing about. You, though – you fought through the mosh pit to give him your request, and then you came to find him after the show, and you like him as a lead singer and you can sing and you sound damn good singing with him. And you’re still holding his hand. Most of the things that happen to Tomura aren’t worth writing about. He met you half an hour ago and you already are.

You don’t try to let go of his hand, and you don’t hit the brakes again until you’re just outside the meet-and-greet room. “I want to know,” you say. The shellshocked look you had on when you got back into the light has faded. Now you just look pretty and stressed, and like you’re not going to take no for an answer. Tomura likes that. “Are your songs about you?”

“This one will be,” Tomura says, and he pulls you into the room to meet the rest of the band.

[m1sa-w1sa]

Oooh~ can I get a third round of that Reader S/O that's a reincarnated dark lord With Yae Miko, Lisa, Cloud retainer and Ganyu? I loved the previous two you did for this but omg the second hit me in the feels

(Hi!!! So I saw your other request with lumine and just to make it more easier for me I just mushed them together! Hope you enjoy!^^ TW ASWELL!!)

Yae Miko

She was actually hard to write for because I do not like Yae AT ALL

•So when she found out she was a little conflicted yes, but she frustrated at you she didnt understand and that made her frustrated based on lore wise

•When she confronted you about it she teased you, saying that its your fault that all the archons were split you felt uncomfortable..you didnt like when Yae acted like this and you told her to stop but she kept going, she told you its all fun and games but it hurt being teased so you left, without a trace just with a note

Goodbye

-Reader

•Yae Miko thought this was some type of prank! But when she realized you were gone her dace dropped where the hell were you?? What if you get hurt? She cant let that happen

“Darling..?! Darling where are you?!”

Lisa

•She most likely found out in books while she was in the library

•It caught her eye that you and the dark lord had so many similarities together..still she didnt judge just yet to see what you said

•She went to go ask you some questions, calmly and not to upfront to make you stressed, when you told her you didnt know she wasnt mad, disrespectful, rude, she understood, not every person reborn remembers and since that was the only book about the dark lord (in mondstat) she hid it from others so no one else can know about it and question it

“Dont worry darling I believe you… now why dont you be my little helper again in the library Hm?”

Cloud Retainer/XianYun

•Found out through the traveler while they were snooping around for whatever reason

•She was surprised and didn’t believe at first she went on her own way and researched herself, when all the features were almost perfect she quickly went to go ask you about this

•She knew that if she stayed with you that means that everyone would find out, and how you say you dont remember is even worse

“We will split paths..”

“Wait what? But——“

“Leave… traitor”

•Those words slapped you in the face a thousands times you were heart broken, the only thing you could do was leave with your head down, rather quickly at that, traveling alone

•Xianyun never forgot you,, and will never forgive herself in a million years seeing your lifless body on the floor with cuts, bruises, and a malnourished body

“I was foolish my love..Please forgive me..”

Ganyu

•She was quite confused when she heard the news she spent no time going to you and asking a whole bunch of questions

“Isittruethatyouwerethedarklordinyourpastlifeandhahsjajdbdb——“

•Needless to say she would panic but also calm down when you say you dont know anything about that

•Yes she thought about leaving but that quickly got overrun by how you two were together through thick and thin, through wars and battles no mortal can fathom, and she vowed to stay and thats what she will do forever and for eternity

“I wont leave you until the world burns down..”

Lumine

•When she broke up with you she regretted it, you were the one that helped her, didnt use her, LOVED her for HER and not for her skills

•She quickly tried to find you to apologize beg for forgiveness no one as kind, sweet, beautiful, she be with someone as shitty as her she thought, and she had to make it right

•so she bought your favorite snacks, flowers, and sweets then quickly found out in the same garden you two met at

•Quickly running up to you with a teared stained face holding out the gifts

“Im sorry… can we maybe talk it put and get back together?..”

“I——..”

(FINSIHED!! >:3 hope u enjoyed! And do u want to get back together?)

[iloveyanderes]

EVEN MORE YANDERE/SAGAU IDEAS!!!!!!!!!!! WITH A LITTLE LESS YANDERE ON THE SIDE😉 BECAUSE I FORGOT TO INCORPORATE IT BETTER

1.A girl gets isekai’d after a boy she’d bullied had enough and killed her. She woke up in the body of a really kind girl in genshin that everyone is obsessed with, she decided to pretend to be this girl as a means of survival, as these people would most likely kill her if they found out she wasn’t that kind little girl. Along the way She met a boy who ended up being her first true friend, making her realize what she has done and wrong giving her the courage to want to change. Just when she got better leading to the path of redemption the boy was found dead completely crushing any type of kindness in her heart, she realized all the genshin characters had killed him so she vowed to kill them all but not before ruining all of there lives first(I actually attempted to write this a long time ago on wattpad but it never went into fruition, so this might seem familiar)

2.Small sagau idea but it goes like this: girl has golden blood for a completely different reason then the sagau idea, ends up in genshin and everyone mistakes her for the creator and she's freaking out trying to convince everyone she's not the creator

3.Genshin impact x Ichigo from tokyo mew mew reader. With your transformation, cat ears and tail, and the actual ability to turn into a cat everyone is trying to get a reaction out of you(look online and you’ll understand why) I'd imagine yae would take advantage of it with the whole gorou situation as proof. Also there is no way inazuma doesn’t have a bunch of light novels or manga on magical girls

4.Dragon reader vs bird reader. You’ll get no further explanation

5.Sagau idea where instead of the reader being the creator they are a holy saint/saintness who's supposed to represent the creator as their prophet who will feel nothing but utter devotion when they see the creator. However on the day that you prophesied the creator would descend something goes wrong, when you lay your eyes on them the only thing you feel is fear and disgust. It’s immediately prevalent that This is not the creator but a demon, everyone else believes this to be the creator however so you can’t really do anything without the fear of being killed or worse, so you resolve to find the true creator while pretending to still love this demon. Meanwhile the demon is someone who always believed themselves to be better then the creator, they’re jealousy blinded them until it turned into envy where they wanted to be the creator. Quite literally trapping them down in hell when they were supposed to descend and taking their place. Since they want to be the creator that meant they had to be loved by everyone including you-especially you. The saintness meant to serve the creator and adore they’re every movement, so they casted a charm spell that seemed to work on everyone-except for you. It doesn’t matter they’ll do anything to get your love- because it belongs to them not that creator-they deserve that destiny

6. Not a genshin nor sagau thingy but what if a genshin archon reader accidentally falls asleep(can be any element you want but I chosen dendro for this) and wakes up thousands of years later where teyvat has become nothing but an empty shell, eventually you get picked up by the astral express after wandering the empty planet. you adventure all the new worlds, help the trailblazer while ignoring their weirdness, and find a way to mourn all your lost comrades. It’s discovered that elemental energy had mixed and muddled with each other eventually forming into something more murky and hallow which made the Aeons, you discover this when they start to hunt you down as there obsessed with you and the idea that your the last ‘pure’ being in the universe, something they want to obtain.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds- Part 8

Former (ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, BabyDaddy! Jay Halstead x Reader

After telling Mouse you distanced yourself from Jay but when he's hurt on a case (even if it turns out to not be serious) It makes you realize you can't do that either. You and him have a major heart to heart and pick a baby name

Warnings: this one is kinda fluffy compared to most of this so far lol

You sat across from Dr Charles, twisting your ring around your finger and running your other hand across your stomach, following the path that the baby was taking with her foot. “How are you doing now that Greg knows?” He asked and you took a deep breath. How did you feel? About two weeks had passed and you still weren’t even sure. It felt better not being so damn tense every moment worrying someone else may tell him but the tears in his eyes were still burned into your memory. You’d ripped his heart out and he still loved you.  How you were supposed to process that?

“Better in some ways” you admitted and he smiled “That’s good. Anything that takes stress off of you and the baby is a good thing. Have you and Jay started thinking about names?” you shook your head, eyes going back to your hands. Since that night you told Mouse you could feel the distance you’d built between the two of you but you didn’t know how to bridge it. At your silence he turned his head slightly to be able to meet your eyes “How are things between you and Jay?”

You shrugged one shoulder “They’re fine” “Fine?” he asked and you had a feeling Jay may have brought it up in his session two days before. You’d been keeping up with yours to keep stress off of you for the baby’s sake. Hank was making Jay keep up with his for his temper. “There’s some distance between us but it’ll be fine” he nodded slowly “That baby will be here before you know it. You’re what six months?”

You nodded “Six and a half” he smiled “I think you two need to sit aside any pretenses and just talk. Agree that nothing is off limits and get everything off your chests so she can come into the world to two parents who are on the same team fully because talking to the two of you separately? Before all of this? You were partners in crime for lack of better phrasing. You always had each other's back, you were able to help him if his ptsd got bad and he was able to help you if any old demons popped up. Get back to that. You don’t have the dark cloud of lying to someone you mutually care about anymore” 

You nodded silently before saying “Ok” he smiled “Ok” 

Your hand was resting on your stomach as you walked up the stairs leading to intelligence. The baby was beginning to kick hard enough you could see your stomach moving instead of just feeling her. The first time it happened and Adam was talking to you he’d dropped a file. You’d never laughed that hard.

The moment you hit the bullpen your eyes went to the board where the photos of a recent crime scene were taped up. The unit had caught a shooting case where two adults were dead and a sixteen year old was on life support. It was kicking everyone’s ass. The main suspect Alexander Monroe had ties to the cartel so pinning him down was proving to be a bitch, even trying to triangulate his cell was a pain in the ass because the signal kept bouncing around the damn city any time it became active.

“Anything?” you asked Hailey considering she was the only one currently at her desk not on her phone. She shrugged “Jay and Kevin went to meet with a couple C.I’s and Voight thinks he has a lead” “How's the kid?” you asked and she grimaced “It became a triple homicide about thirty minutes ago” damn. You had hoped somehow the kid would pull through. 

“All of this because he lost a few thousand dollars worth of drugs” you looked back at the board with a shake of your head. You hated seeing this type of violence in Chicago and it made it even worse that for once you couldn’t even help because Hank had officially chopped your wheels. Unless it was strictly interviewing witnesses or talking to trusted C.I.s you were on desk duty and bound to the precinct until the baby was born.

“It’s horrible” She agreed as you turned to head to your desk, hoping maybe one of the other programs you had running could get a hit on one of Monroe’s cars if nothing else. You sat down and started to work your way through them, cursing the fact that you simply couldn’t run them as fast as Mouse could.

About thirty minutes passed before Voight returned then another fifteen before Jay and Kevin made it back. When Jay walked through the main floor his eyes flicked towards you so you gave him a small smile. He gave a slight nod of his head and kept walking to Voight’s office. 

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because your screen lit up “VOIGHT! WE GOT A HIT!” you hollered and Hank came out of his office “His car or phone?” you looked up “Both. They’re pinned down to one place but if you want him you gotta move now!” he looked around “You heard her! Gear up!”

Everyone went into a flurry of motion, you sent the tracking over to Hailey’s phone before they all started down to roll up. You watched them head out and felt your stomach drop at not being able to go with them, to have their backs.  

You walked back to your desk and grabbed the headset to tap into the coms. You now understood why Mouse despised this part. Being here and listening to people you care about in the line of fire? It fucking sucked.

You were chewing on the end of a pencil as you listened to them call at each other over the coms. One by one you heard each of them call an all clear, each of them except for Jay. “Halstead!” Voight’s deep voice rang out. “Suspects engaged” Jay grunted, sounding like he was on the receiving end of a punch.

“On my way Jay” Kevin’s voice quickly hit your ears followed by Adam’s “On my way” you heard them all circling around to back up Jay in whatever it was he was facing but that didn’t help the fact that your heart currently felt like it was in your throat, choking you. It was a routine bust, he’d survived worse, he’d be fine. The moment the thought passed your head the baby kicked you hard and you inadvertently snapped the pencil in your hand. Routine busts went wrong all the time and if something happened to him..she’d never even meet him.

It felt like an eternity passed but in reality it was just minutes before Voight’s voice came across the radio asking for patrol cars to transport multiple offenders. You let out a slow breath when no order for an ambo hit. That meant Jay was fine, everyone was fine. They were ok and coming home to the precinct in one piece yet again.

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You heard Voight’s voice drifting up the backstairs that led up from rollup before anyone else. It sounded like he was arguing with someone, about needing to be checked out at med? You stood up and walked over to the hallway. You were just about to reach for the door when it opened to show Adam and Kim. Adam’s eyes widened slightly when he saw you “I tried to get him to go to med. We all did. He swears he’s fine”

You looked at Kim, knowing the panic was written across your face at the same time Hailey slapped Adam’s shoulder “You don’t scare a pregnant woman like that!” before she turned to you “Y/N, Jay got caught off guard by a couple of Monroe’s men. For it to have been four on one he fared pretty well. He refused to get checked out at the scene. Hank’s trying to get him to go to med but he’s being a stubborn ass. We were thinking maybe you could convince him?”

“Fuck convincing him. He’s going” you walked back over and snatched your jacket off your chair and grabbed your keys and phone before following Hailey down to rollup.

She slowed when she got to the bottom step to match your stride and you wondered for a second if it was worse than she’d said. You both stepped down into rollup together which made Kevin, Hank and Jay’s heads turn your way. You sucked in a breath when you saw Jay’s face.

He had a split over one eyebrow, a cut on one lip along with bruising already starting on his cheek bone and was favoring one side. “You stubborn asshole. You’re going to med!” Hank chuckled lightly and Jay glared at Hailey “Low blow getting her Upton” she shrugged “Whatever works”

You walked over to him and leaned up to cup his jaw, turning his head to look at his face better “Christ. You need stitches on that cut over your eye and from how you’re standing you need an xray to make sure no ribs are broken. Why the hell did you come back here instead of going straight to med?” he flinched when you lightly touched his cheek “I’m fine” you looked at Hank “I’m taking him to med. That cool?” he nodded “Take the rest of the day” 

You looked at Hailey “Thank you for coming to get me” then grabbed Jay’s hand “C’mon”  “I’m fine” he grumbled so you shook your head “I’ll believe it when I read a report that says it” he finally gave up and begrudgingly let you pull him out the side door and lead him to your jeep.

You unlocked it then looked at him “Do I have to make you get in or are you gonna be a good baby daddy and get in because I said so?” he smirked slightly, the action causing his lip to split further and a little blood to slip out “I’ll get it”

You sat at the foot of the bed in the examination room waiting for Crockett to come back in. Jay still sat without his shirt on waiting to see if his ribs would have to be wrapped, he did indeed need stitches over his eye and they had indeed xrayed his side.

You shifted in the chair and he rolled his eyes “Switch with me and sit in the bed. It’ll be a little more comfortable” you cut your eyes up “Jay, you’re the patient” he sighed and patted the bed next to him “Then come sit with me. You made me come here after all” 

You stood and walked over to the bed and sat with just a little space between the two of you. You were holding onto being angry with him for not wanting to be seen because that meant you didn’t have to face the fear you’d felt when you hadn’t known the extent of his injuries. 

You watched as the indentions from a tiny foot went back and forth across your stomach. His eyes cut over at you when he noticed the movement and you nodded “Go ahead” his large hand slipped onto your stomach, trying to find the baby. “Just start talking. She’ll find you” you urged him and he smiled, eyes staying on you as he leaned down to talk to your stomach  “Hey lil bit, how about telling your mom not to be too mad at me. I knew she was listening to the coms back at the station and didn’t want her to hear me engage multiple suspects then Voight roll an ambo”

The baby kicked up against his head and his smile spread further “See? She agrees with me?” you shook your head and put your hand on the opposite side of your stomach from his “Lil bit tell your daddy that it’s better to worry me for a little while and him actually be around to meet you” his hand moved a little closer to yours “I’m sorry Y/N, after everything I just didn’t want to scare you. This isn’t that serious” you shook your head, the anger finally being replaced by fear “Jay, my only thought was how often routine bust had gone wrong and you not even being around to meet her”

Your eyes started to water and his hand covered yours “Hey, I’m here. I’m ok” you turned to look at him but about that time Crockett walked in. He looked between the two of you “Am I interrupting something?” you shook your head “Hormones is all” he smiled softly “In that case I have good news. His cheek and ribs are just bruised. Stitches over his eye can come out in a week. Besides that he’s good to go” Jay squeezed your hand “See? Told ya I was fine”

Crockett shook his head “Jay, from experience never argue with the women in your life no matter the capacity you’ll never win” you laughed lightly “I knew I liked you”

Jay shook his head and pulled his shirt on “In that case I’m leaving” you smiled at Crockett “Thank you” “Of course Y/N”

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You walked out the hospital next to Jay and he didn’t say anything until you got to the parking lot “I don’t have my truck” you nodded “I know that. I drove you” he opened his mouth like he was going to say something but stopped “Can you take me back to the precinct so I can get it?”

You nodded “Of course. Can we talk?” he looked at you for a moment before nodding slowly “Now or later?” you shrugged “Get your truck and come over whenever. We need to talk about a lot of things, like we each have begun setting rooms up for her at our places but she doesn’t have a name. Stella wants to throw a baby shower soon, we went into this agreeing to be friends and I don’t feel like we are anymore. I miss being close with you without it being weird. I just don’t want her being born and us not being where we should be with each other”

He nodded slowly “Ok” You smiled and motioned to your jeep “In that case, come on”

You were starting to wonder if Jay was even going to come at all. It had been about two hours since you dropped him off and you hadn’t heard from him. So far you’d taken a shower and ate. You were about to give up when you heard a knock on the door and knew it was him.

You walked over and when you opened it he smiled slightly “Hey” “Hey” you stepped back to let him. Once he was inside you motioned to the couch “Wanna sit?” he nodded “Sure”

You watched him sit down and nearly laughed. Poor guy was having to sit like you were having to sit except his was due to ribs and you were due to your ever growing baby. He cut his eyes up at you “What are you smiling at?” you shook your head “Nothing” he grinned “You’re laughing at me for being hurt!” 

“Am not!” you didn’t mean for it to come out as a laugh but he was practically pouting. His mouth fell open “Did you want me to come over to make fun of me?” you shook your head and walked over to sit next to him “I laughed because you had to sit like I’ve had to start sitting and I was thinking it was a little funny” he turned to face you “Miss Kidd, that’s a little mean to think it’s funny that the father of your child is in pain”

You shoved him lightly “I did not say your pain was funny. Don’t put words in my mouth” he lifted one hand and touched the side of your face “So you can still smile without it being pointed at the baby, I was beginning to doubt it” you leaned over against his hand “Jay it’s just been a lot” he nodded, fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw “I know. I just I miss the way you were and I hate that I broke you”

Your heart fell at him saying that. Your hand covered his,holding it to your face “Jay Halstead! You did not break me!” he raised an eyebrow and placed the other hand on your stomach “We love her but the fact remains” you sighed “I thought we were past this, did telling Mouse trudge it up?” his hand slipped out from under yours to join his other on your stomach, gently tracing patterns.

“Jay” you spoke his name softly, watching him as he chased her kicks across your stomach “I don’t regret her for a minute but I can’t help but think if this was Mouse’s baby you would have been able to enjoy your pregnancy a lot more than you’ve been able to so far”

“Do you think I’m not happy about her?” you didn’t try to hide the hurt in your voice and his eyes quickly flew up to your face “No no no. Sweetheart I’m not doubting you love our little girl. I know you do but I also know your smile would be on your face a lot more often if Mouse was her father and I was just uncle Jay”

Considering he nearly had his head laying in your lap you slipped a hand into his hair, fingers trailing through the short brown locks. His eyes closed for a moment at the feeling “Jay, I can’t change anything about my life. Would I have wanted some things to be different? Yes. Will I love her any less because she’s yours? Hell no. Honey next to Kev you’re my best friend. You’re a smart, brave and loving man. That’s a hell of a lot more than some women get as a father for their child. You did not break me. The night we slept together I was breaking and so were you, we were drifting and needed each other to not crumple completely apart. This baby is everything good of us, everything good of our friendship, the love we have for each other, the years we have risked our lives for each other and kept each other going”

His eyes opened and when he looked up at you there were tears in his eyes “No one stays in my life.Every girlfriend has left, even Erin. Will has been in and out. Now I’ve lost Mouse” you took in a staggered breath “I’m not leaving you Jay. You’re stuck looking at this face for life pretty much because she’s gonna need us both” 

He kissed your stomach then sat up straight “She’s everything” he whispered, rubbing a hand across your stomach. You covered his hand with yours “I know. She already loves her daddy. My kidneys are witness to that” he laughed lightly then cut his eyes up at you “So, you were talking about names?” you nodded and looked around “Let me grab my phone, I started a list”

He pulled his hand away from your stomach and watched you look around for your phone with an amused laugh until you found it on the kitchen counter and held it up with a grin.

“Ew no” you and Jay were currently on hour two of going through baby names. So far all you’d managed to do was freak him out a little because you’d eaten cookie dough ice cream as dip for plain potato chips and when he’d questioned it you’d shrugged “Your kid has weird taste buds”

You had narrowed the list down pretty far. He watched you twirl the pen between your fingers for a minute before saying “Go ahead and cross out Madeline. That was that nurse’s name you got in a fight with the first week you met Mouse” you laughed,because you’d actually forgotten that. All of you had gone out to Mollys. You were already starting to develop a crush of sorts and that nurse had gotten on your last nerves flirting, Erin’s too because she’d gone to the extent of hitting on Jay.

“She hit on you both! I mean, guess all in all I have no room to judge as it turns out but the nerve!” he shook his head “Don’t say shit like that. Hell I say lucky us. He owns your heart and you’re carrying my baby” you cut your eyes at him and felt a little flush of something wash over you, was it guilt for the fact that you did love Mouse and couldn’t love him?

You shifted on the couch again and he groaned “That’s enough” before reaching down to grab your legs and pull them across into his lap. You gasped lightly at how gently he was managing to manhandle you. He pulled you towards his chest to put a throw pillow behind your back before leaning you back. You grinned at him when he asked “Are you good now?” you nodded “Very” he laid a hand on your ankle and grimaced when he realized it was slightly swollen “When did this start?” you shrugged “Dr Asher said it was normal a little”

His fingers found their way around your ankle, working the sensitive flesh. A light moan escaped your lips at the feeling and he froze, a broad grin splitting his face “Been about six and a half months since I heard that” you gasped “JAY!” his head fell back with laughter “I’m sorry baby, that was just a perfect opening to tease you” “You’re so mean” you told him and he shook your leg “C’mon, start back reading me the list”

You turned your eyes back to it “I like Camille but I feel weird on that one because of Hank” he shrugged “I doubt he’d mind but I get your point” “Ok, Adeline?” you asked and he bit his bottom lip “Adeline Halstead..Addy..I like that” you smiled “Yeah?” he nodded “Yeah” 

You ran a hand across your stomach “What ya think? Do you like Adeline?” she kicked hard against your hand and Jay laughed loudly “I’ll be damned, we have a winner!”

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You hadn’t realized you fell asleep until the muffled sound of your alarm blaring from your bedroom finally managed to filter out to you. You jolted awake which in turn woke Jay up from where he was fast asleep with his hands laying across your lower legs and his head back against the couch. “When did we doze off?” you asked, throwing your legs off his lap.

He ran his hand down his face “I don’t know but I think that’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in weeks” you froze halfway off the couch and looked back at him “Excuse me?” he looked sheepish “I um”

“Jay?” you asked and he shrugged “I don’t really sleep well unless I’m near you..well I mean her” he nodded towards your stomach. “Something happening to me and her?” you guessed and he nodded again “Pretty much, it’s gotten worse since we told Mouse”

“Ones about him too?” you guessed and he nodded “Yeah” you reached out a hand and he slipped his into yours “Jay, same as you’re always there for me I’m here for you. If you need some sleep and being here helps, just call me” 

He squeezed your hand “Thank you” you smiled “Of course, now let's get our asses in gear before we’re late and Voight has a coronary”

@desimarie12

Part 9

@waywardhunter95

[withlove-amber]

Of Course

gibbs x reader

No smut, just fluff

‘One bed. Of course.’ (Y/N) thought, as she looked into the hotel room that she and Gibbs were meant to be sharing, as part of their undercover assignment. It’s not that she wasn’t secretly thrilled to share a bed with the man she’s had a crush on for the past year, but she wasn’t expecting to share a bed with the man she’s had a crush on for the past year. “I can take the floor, (Y/N).” Gibbs said, realizing the current situation. “No! It’s okay Gibbs, we’re adults. We can share a bed. Plus, the floor can’t be that comfortable.” (Y/N) responded, maybe a little too quickly. She hoped Gibbs couldn’t tell her true feelings were coming to the surface.

After they both showered, he briefed her on the plan for tomorrow. They both made their way to their own sides of the bed, and Gibbs broke the silence by saying, “Sorry you have to room with your old boss.” “It’s okay, it could be worse. I could be rooming with Tony.” They both shared a laugh. “Why are you sorry Gibbs? Draw the short straw?” (Y/N) asked, slightly laughing. “No, not all.” He responded, maybe a little too quickly. “Like ya said, could be worse. Could be Tony.” They both chuckled. “Goodnight Gibbs.” “Goodnight, (Y/N).” They both turned away from each other to try and get some sleep before the op tomorrow.

However, no matter how hard both of them tried to fall asleep, neither one was successful. She didn’t think Gibbs was still awake, until he said softly, “Can’t sleep?” “Nope. How ‘bout you?” “Nope.” He replied. (Y/N) turned to Gibbs and asked, “What do you do when you can’t sleep?” He slightly chuckled at her question. He had to think for a minute, before responding, “Usually I just work on my boat until I fall asleep.” She lightly laughed at his answer. “Well seeing as we don’t have your boat with us, what else helps?” “Trying to stay awake. It’s always so much easier to fall asleep, when you try to do the opposite.” 

The whole time she tried to stay awake, the only thing she could think was, ‘I just want to be in his arms.’ It’s like he could read her mind, because after a minute, he brought her close, so her head rested on his chest. She was a little surprised at the sudden affection, but was grateful for it. And if that wasn’t enough to make her question rule 12 (rule 12: never date a coworker), he gently placed his hand on her waist, as if he was gauging her reaction. But the only reaction it caused, was her breathing to even out, and for her to put her hand on his chest. She fell asleep only a minute later, and he fell asleep a few minutes after her. 

When she woke up the next day, he was still asleep, with his arm draped over her waist. She took the time to observe how the soft sunlight made his hair appear brighter and if she looked hard enough, his silver strands of hair appeared to softly glow in the morning sun. And she also noticed just how peaceful he looked. She had never seen him look so peaceful. He looked the type of peaceful, that you don’t want to wake up for a thousand years. You just want to let that type of peaceful be. So that’s what she did for the next 20 minutes before he woke up. Maybe today’ll be the day she tells him how comfortable she felt in his arms, or maybe today’ll be the day she tells him she never wanted to leave his embrace. Or maybe, just maybe, she’ll tell him she loves him.

[stayteezdreams]

Masquerade

Plot: While attending a Christmas masquerade, Changkyun meets someone who steals his heart. But what does he do when they disappear at the end of the night? (Cinderella-esque au but not really)

Pairing: Im Changkyun | I.M x Gn!Reader

A/n's: I avoided using any descriptors for the Readers outfit (not a dress or suit specifically), but I did describe the color and "pattern", sorry if its not your vibe. Cinderella-esque vibe, but the reader is more like the step-sister being forced to the ball to meet a prince rather than sneaking in to enjoy the ball.

Warnings: Defenestration mentions (as a joke) . Reader has kind of shitty parents. This is written in a style sort of like older stories where the parents basically marry off their children to wealthy people no matter who they are.

Words: 4.8k

As Changkyun looked himself over in the mirror he let out a sigh. Every year, his parents threw a massive party for Christmas. This year the theme was masquerade.

He didn't often attend the parties or would at least pop in and say hello to some people. But this year, he was demanded to stay by his parents. And he knew it was because they wanted to find him a "match."

He was lucky that they didn't care much about the status of whoever he would end up with. But they were pushy about when he ended up with someone.

And because he had not met anyone that he felt anything strong for, they were starting to throw people his way in hopes some feelings surfaced. He knew tonight would be no different, if not worse.

Reluctantly leaving his room, he made his way down into the party, many eyes on him as soon as he entered. Even though he had a mask on, most knew who he was already.

He barely made it ten steps into the room before his mother saw him and began leading over a woman, and who he assumed was her daughter.

'Oh God, here we go.'

He put on a charming smile as they approached, greeted and chatted with them. And of course, after a stern look from his mother, asked her to dance.

She was nice, but a bit dense, and clearly only interested in money and status. Definitely not his type.

One after another, he was introduced, one after another he danced, and by the time nine o'clock came, he was ready to throw himself out of the nearest window.

Managing to escape to a corner, pretending to get a drink, his eyes raked over the room. He wondered if he could make it out of the door without anyone stopping him. Most everyone seemed to be growing tipsier as the night went on.

As he eyed the back of the room, his eyes locked onto a figure moving at the back, behind everyone else.

You were clearly trying to sneak away from something or someone as you continuously looked over your shoulder. It was working, as no one seemed to notice you except him. Though he wasn't sure how.

You were immediately alluring, and your outfit eye-catching, the color was black- no, a deep blue in the light, and it was covered in thousands of tiny sparkles that made it seem like you were covered in stars.

Changkyun didn't realize he was holding his breath as he watched you successfully reach the balcony door unseen and sneak out into the night. He let out a soft scoff as he felt more intrigued by the fact there was someone else here who was as desperate to escape as he was, if not more so.

Setting his glass down, he tried to make his way swiftly to the balcony to follow you. Narrowly escaping a few people attempting to stop him, he finally slipped out the door and looked around for you.

He felt a disappointed pang in his chest as he couldn't spot you, until his eyes spotted a shimmering figure heading into the covered garden. Following you, he wondered why he was so compelled by you.

The weight in your chest already seemed to lift as you escaped into the garden. No one was around, and the night air was calming, though cold.

All night you had entertained your parents demands for you to find a spouse. Met and talked with various people, all with the same bland personality and conversation starters. You never hated small talk as much as you did with a man who had a personality centered around wealth and status.

It was just like your parents to bring you to a wealthy family’s party just to garner the attention of elites who wanted easy to gain spouses. Your parents often mentioned they wanted you to marry for love, yet they threw you at any one they could whenever they got the chance and insisted you force the love to follow.

Finding your way into a small clearing, your eyes gazed around at the trees, all decorated in lights and Christmas ornaments. You smiled as you wondered why they went to so much effort to decorate areas no one went too.

Then your eyes landed on a swing hanging from a large tree. You smiled at the site as you sat down, swaying back and forth and allowing yourself to breathe for the first time tonight. You wondered how much time you could get yourself before your parents found you.

Closing your eyes as you leaned your head back, you took in some cold brisk breaths as you tried to calm your anchored anxiety.

Hearing a crunch in the gravel nearby, your eyes shot open as you spotted a man standing not too far away. He was tall, slim, but fit, black hair just past his ears. He was wearing a slick silk black suit and a mask to match. Even at a distance you could see he was attractive.

He raised his hand at your reaction and let out a soft breathy laugh. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."

You didn't recognize him, so you assumed he wasn't someone sent after you by your parents.

You bowed your head softly and smiled, "That's alright."

He took a tentative step forward as he spoke, "I noticed you flee the house and grew curious."

You frowned softly, "Why?"

He smiled and your heart fluttered unexpectedly. "I thought I was the only one who wanted to run away."

You remained silent for a second before you let out a soft breathy laugh. "Forced by your parents?"

He grinned at this, you just told him, without really telling him, why you were so fed up with being here.

"Forced by the parents."

You tilted your head in confusion for a moment before it donned on you what he might mean. "I suppose this is your home then?"

He nodded almost sheepishly at the identification. He began to wonder slowly towards you, walking behind the swing as he spoke, his eyes remaining on you the whole time.

"My parents host this party every year. But this year they are quite determined to find me a match. Since I am taking too long in finding my own-"

"They will find one for you."

He chuckled as he nodded, though you couldn't see him. "I assume it’s the same for you then?"

You nodded as you swung once in the swing again. "Unfortunately. Though, I was never really given the opportunity to find my own spouse. I will only marry someone they approve of, and that in itself is already an absurd standard."

"So, no matches tonight then?"

You shrugged. "Apparently they are fond of this particularly well-known man names James."

Changkyun felt his heart drop at this. He looked at you, your soft profile in the moonlight as you gazed outwards, no idea what your fate would become if your parents chose him. Anyone in his family’s close circle knew exactly who he was, but someone outside of it might not.

"Not him."

Something in his tone sent a chill down your spine. You stopped your movement on the swing as you turned to look at him, he was behind you, a few steps away, his eyes on you and his gaze tense.

"He's not a good man."

The tone of his voice held contempt and fear, making your chest tighten. He was being truthful.

You nodded softly in understanding, "Not him."

He nodded once, letting out a soft breath. Even though he didn't really know you, he knew you were far too good to be paired with someone like him.

Your heart jolted at the sound of distant voices, listening for a moment, you recognized then, your parents. They were clearly upset and looking for you.

"Shit." You cursed under your breath, but Changkyun was quick to catch on.

"Your parents?"

You nodded as you rose from the swing, looking around for another path. Before you could choose where to go, you suddenly felt the stranger grab your wrist lightly.

As you looked at him in alarm, he gently pulled you along. "Come on."

Between following a stranger you knew nothing about, and being caught by your parents, you knew the clear answer was to follow the stranger into the darkness of the garden.

Letting him lead you down a stony path, you watched as the path slowly became more overgrown, clearly having been forgotten about. Ducking underneath an old overgrown willow tree, you stared in awe as you came through the other side to see a large gazebo covered in vines.

The moon above you lit up the area well enough to see, as the two of you stepped up into the gazebo. You looked around at the old structure, clearly forgotten about by everyone but him.

Changkyun looked back at you and smiled at your awestruck gaze. Your clothes were twinkling in the moonlight, and he could feel the way his stomach fluttered as he watched you. Had he a mirror, he would see the same gaze on your face plastered on his as he looked at you.

He finally spoke with a soft voice, "I often come here to escape. Tonight, I will lend it to you."

You smiled at him and his heart stuttered. "Thank you."

He smiled at you and bowed his head slightly in response.

As he began turning away, you hesitated "Wait-" he looked back at you and you suddenly felt shy, "Are you leaving?"

He hadn't intended on it, but your reaction when you thought he was made him near giddy. "Do you want me to stay?"

You shrugged lightly, not sure what to do now. "I thought we could talk more is all."

Changkyun grinned and you felt your heart skip a beat. He stepped closer to you, "We could."

As he stared at you with a smile, you couldn't help but smile brightly in return. Something about this stranger had your heart fluttering in ways you had never experienced.

While the party inside continued, and your parents wandered near every inch of it to find you, you and Changkyun talked nonstop. You learned that you had much more than your pushy parents in common.

As silence settled between you after you had laughed at one of his stories, the sound of music became louder.

You looked towards the house, as the sound traveled along the soft breeze. And suddenly you remembered where you were, having been so lost in your conversations with your new friend, you had nearly forgotten.

Changkyun stood up, catching your attention as he placed out his hand for you to take. "Do you want to dance with me?"

You looked at this hand before you smiled, "I thought you had grown tired of dancing tonight?"

He smiled and he shrugged his head, "I grew tired of dancing with the people my parents forced on me. I'd very much like to dance with someone I choose."

Heart fluttering again, you gently took his hand as you rose, "Good answer."

He chuckled softly as the two of you began dancing, your motions flowing together smoothly as you seemed to have a good rhythm together.

As you danced around the gazebo, moonlight peeking through, Changkyun was in awe of your presence. He had never felt this towards anyone, let alone someone whose name he didn't even know.

This thought suddenly struck him, why hadn't he asked your name? Let alone tell you his own.

Spinning you once more, he pulled you close to his chest as the song died out, the sound of distant clapping heard. Your eyes were locked as your hands remained clasped. Slowly, you parted with a single step back.

You held your breath as he slowly raised his hands towards your mask, to remove it. You had nearly forgotten you had still been wearing it all along. Your face barely looked any different with or without it, but his actions still made your heart race.

Before he could remove it, however, you heard the sudden loud chiming of a clock.

Your head snapped in the direction of the house, catching Changkyun off guard.

"It’s midnight?"

Changkyun almost laughed, he hadn't realized the two of you had spent so long out here together. It felt like no time had passed at all, he would be glad to have more.

Unfortunately for him, your thoughts were the opposite as you looked back at him with panic.

"My parents are going to kill me. We were supposed to have left by now. They must be going crazy!"

Changkyun watched as you darted away from him and out of the gazebo.

"Wait!" He called after you as he ran to follow.

You were cursing to yourself the whole way back to the house. Worried your parents would punish you, fearful they may have left you here, and disappointed you had to leave.

Climbing up the steps back to the house, as you were about to grab the door handles to go back inside, you stopped as you were grabbed by your elbow.

As you looked back, Changkyun was hurrying to catch his breath. "But I never got your name."

Your eyes widened in realization. How had you spent that much time with him, talking, laughing, gazing, dancing, and yet you never actually introduced yourselves?

"Oh it's-"

Before you could tell him your name, the doors burst open, revealing your clearly disheveled if not somewhat buzzed parents.

You opened your mouth, ready to give excuse after excuse, but they grabbed your arms and wrists as they began pulling you inside.

"Do you realize how long we had been looking for you?!"

"Where did you go?! Were you with someone? Who?"

As they dragged you through the house and towards the front door, you looked back to see Changkyun trying to follow you. He wanted to know your name, to tell you his, he wanted to introduce himself to your parents, to tell them not to let James anywhere near you.

Suddenly stopped by his own parents, he tried to push past them but failed, his heart dropping as he saw you dragged out the front doors and away from him.

His parents bombarded him with similar questions your own parents whispered into your ears.

"Just one moment, okay? I'll explain later!"

Managing to push past them, he made his way through the remnant crowd, and out the front door. His eyes darted from person to person, group to group, as many people were leaving and lingering in the front of the house.

He let out a disdained sigh as he saw you nowhere in sight. He had been too late to catch up to you, you were gone.

He stared out at the crowd of people, ignoring people as they greeted him, his mind only on you. He felt as though something wonderful had been ripped away from him. How was he going to get it back? He had to find you. He needed to. He would.

Swinging gently on the swing he first met you at, Changkyun stared ahead, lost in thought. It had been nearly a week since the masquerade, and he had yet to find out who you were.

After telling his parents about you, they were intrigued as well, wanting to know who gained their son’s attention so undividedly. So, even they tried to help find you, but came up with nothing. You remained a mystery, as though you had never been there at all.

He even considered reaching out to James, but with their relationship and how vindictive he was, he might seek you out to hurt you because of him.

He began to wonder if maybe your parents had pulled some strings and got an invite from someone else, or maybe snuck you in all together. Perhaps that was why they dragged you out of the party so quickly. You had overstayed your welcome and as the crowds were dying down, your presence might become more noticeable.

Letting out a soft laugh at the thought, he shook his head as he leaned back and looked up at the cloudy sky. "Why didn't I ask your name sooner?" He spoke allowed, to the sky, remembering how he felt as the two of you danced and smiled together.

His chest tightened as he grew more frustrated. There had to be a way to find you again. If you were so prevalently on his mind a week later, surely, he truly felt something for you.

Feeling a chill shudder over him from the winter breeze, he returned into his home. As he entered the dining room, he overheard the end of a conversation from his parents.

"Of course it would be a contract marriage, no one would marry James if they really knew him."

Changkyun stopped dead in his tracks, a chill running over him as a bad feeling filled his gut. Marching into the room up to the table, he looked at his mother with alarmed eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, well, James is engaged apparently, a contract marriage."

He placed his hands on the table harshly as he leaned in, "To who?!"

"Why are you so upset?"

"Because-" He recalled that night, your parents had an interest in James being with you, but did they really sell you off to him? "Find out who it is mother, please, I think it might be the one I met that night."

Seeing and hearing the urgent desperation in her sons’ voice, she nodded, quickly rising to find out more information. Changkyun's father ushered him to sit, to question him further. Changkyun only hoped if it was you, that he could stop it before you were married off to a monster.

The second his mother came back with a name and address, Changkyun was out the doors and on his way to you. He needed to make sure you would be free of this engagement, no matter what.

"Y/n" He muttered the name to himself breathlessly as he pictured your face, a soft smile forming on his own. "It suits you."

Your chest was heavy with anxiety as you sat in the corner of the room looking at anything but your parents and James.

You had tried to convince them not to pair you with him, but since you learned no real details about why your mystery friend warned you about him, they didn't listen. And nothing other than he is a horrible dangerous person would deter them.

It didn't matter if the way he looked at you made you uncomfortable, it didn't matter if he was ten years older, it didn't matter if he made weird comments openly about the maids.

Unless you could find another suitor, a better suitor, it was only "You'll get used to it", "Feelings will come with time", "He probably isn't as bad as you think."

Part of you wanted to go back to the home where you had attended the masquerade. To be with, well, whoever he was, and get him to help you. And maybe, just maybe, the two of you could grow closer.  

But after you learned that you and your parents were never supposed to be at that party, you felt mortified to ever return. You were party crashers, and you hadn't even known it.

"I was thinking we could have the wedding next week."

Your heart clenched at James's suggestion. Daring a look at him he caught your eye and smiled, an eerie smile. He knew of your reservations against him, he knew you wanted nothing to do with him. What would he be like when you no longer had your parents around?

The anxiety nearly made you dizzy. What was your future holding for you. Torture? Sadness? Loneliness?

Your spiraling thoughts were interrupted at the sound of loud pounding at the door. It was loud and sudden enough to make you jump. Waiting and watching as you heard muffled voices before hurried footsteps came closer to the study, your hand clenched the arm of your chair nervously.

Your fear was replaced by surprise and relief as the man you met at the masquerade barged into the room. He looked disheveled and breathless, as he looked around the room hurriedly.

As his eyes met yours, you rose from your seat.

You knew well enough what he looked like, but without the mask, seeing him for everything he was, made your heart flutter heavier than it ever had before.

He let out a sigh of relief, his heart swelling as he saw you. "Y/n"

As your name left his lips, you moved to take a step towards him but stopped as your father stepped forward with a demanding voice.

"Who are you?!"

Quickly bowing in respect, he apologized for his sudden entry. "I must insist I speak with you regarding your betrothal of Y/n to James."

"Changkyun." The voice that left James was full of venom as he stared daggers into him.

'Changkyun' that was his name?

"I must insist you know exactly who it is you are trying to marry your child off too." Changkyun was speaking to your parents, but his eyes never left James.

"You will leave this house!" James countered, but you stepped forward suddenly.

"No! He will not."

Changkyun's eyes finally left James and landed on you. Your stance was defiant as you looked from James to Changkyun. "I want to know too."

Your father let out an annoyed grunt before he waved his hand at Changkyun. "Fine, but you will tell me who you are first! I want to know if you have the authority to tell me anything!"

"I am Im Changkyun Sir."

Your parents suddenly straightened up at the sound of his name, one they clearly recognized.

"And I am Y/n's friend."

His eyes fell to you as he spoke, his voice somewhat hesitant on the word 'friend', as he knew he felt more for you than mere friendship.

You smiled at him, and something in your face told him you felt the same.

Looking back at your parents he spared James one more look. "James is a violent drunk who had made many an innocent person disappear for the mere instance of looking at him for too long. He is cruel, disrespectful, and a bastard overall. If you marry Y/n off to him, you will never see them smile, laugh or be healthy again."

"You bastard, how dare you!" James rushed at Changkyun, but he easily dodged him and knocked him off his balance with a swift movement of his leg.

As he tried to attack Changkyun again, you wanted to rush forward, but Changkyun, seeing this, moved to block you instead, so that you would not get hurt.

Your father yelled at James to stand down, gaining his attention well enough that he regained most of his composure.

Your father was clearly disgruntled and upset over everything that was happening. Your mother, grabbing his arm to steady not only herself, but him.

"I can see from that outrageous outburst, that what Mr Im said must hold some truth to it. And I know of the Im family well enough to know they are far more respected than you." As your father looked over at you, recalling the numerous times you begged him to break the engagement he let out a sigh, "I will break the engagement at once."

You let out a soft sigh as you gently rested your head against Changkyun's back out of relief without thinking much of the action.

Changkyun, feeling this, smiled softly, the own heavy weight on his shoulders lifting as he realized he managed to save you from an unbearable fate.

James, unable to bear the offense, only grew angrier, "We are already engaged, you cannot break it now!"

"This is not the 1800's, your engagement can be ended as easily as it was formed." Changkyun countered.

After more petty remarks and arguing, James finally turned his attention to you. "I suppose you're happy now" He scoffed, as if spitting at you. "Who would want to marry you if not me? Huh!?"

You had no time to be offended by his comment before Changkyun responded, his voice laced with a dangerous tone, telling James not to overstep.

"I will."

You looked at him with shock, your heart practically leaping from your chest. Your mother grabbed at your father's arm, secretly relishing in the fact you had men fighting over your hand.

"And I would do far better in marriage than you could ever wish or imagine. It is not Y/n that no one wishes to marry, it is you. Haven't you ever wondered why so many disregard and avoid you? You are the one no one wants."

Stunned out of anger, James could make no retort before your father had him removed from the home. You could hear him cursing your family as he left, but you feared no real retaliation or effect on you or your family. He may be wealthy but held no influence.

As a tense silence filled the room, you saw your mother reader to charge at Changkyun with questions and excitement, but you stepped forward.

"Mother, father, please let me speak to Changkyun alone for a bit, okay?"

Your mother wanted to protest but gave in to your stern look. After they left you alone, you turned to face Changkyun, who swallowed nervously.

"Are you insane?"

He blinked a few times, "For what? Saving you from a marriage with James?"

You let out a soft laugh, "No. Not that, we'll get to that later. I'm talking about the fact that you just told my parents you would marry me!"

"Oh, that."

"Yeah, that!"

Letting out an awkward, almost shy laugh as he scratched the back of his neck, he cleared his throat. "I mean, it wasn't a lie."

You stared at him in stunned silence for a moment and he let out another sot laugh. "You can't say you didn't feel anything that night. Between us."

Butterflies rampaged through you as you repressed a smile, that did not go unnoticed by him. "Yes, I did. But marriage?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Well. We could just have a very, very long engagement. Until we got to know each other a bit more. Or maybe your father will let us put it off, for now."

"For now?" You repeated softly, your ears and neck heating up.

He nodded as he stepped towards you. "I have already told my parents all about you. And I wouldn't be surprised if my mother has already planned a wedding out in her mind already."

You laughed, "Honestly my mother is probably doing the same right about now." You ended this with a soft glare at him making him chuckle.

"I'm sorry, it was very sudden. But I couldn't let James get away with saying something like that to you."

You gently chewed the inside of your cheek as you looked down bashfully, recalling again how he defended you. "Thank you, for coming to save me."

He grinned at this, stepping toward you again, now right in front of you. His gaze met yours with a gentle fondness that took your breath away.

"I've been looking for you, ever since that night. I only knew where to find you after hearing about James's engagement. I'm glad I got here in time. I was afraid I would have been too late."

"And if you had been?"

He hummed softly before answering, "I would have crashed your wedding and stolen you away."

You let out a startled laugh, making him chuckle as well. You nodded, "Somehow, I can imagine that."

You felt a shiver rise up your body as he suddenly set his hands on your shoulders, making you look at him.

"So, given two options. Stay engaged to me, and let me court you, or announce that you have now had two engagements broken, what would you choose?"

"Starting off a relationship with an engagement? I thought you said this wasn't the 1800's anymore?"

He chuckled, "It isn't, but like I said, we can have a very long engagement. Besides, if you were engaged to me, neither of our parents would continue and introduce us to everyone they could.”

You repressed another laugh as he grinned at you, making your cheeks burn with bashful embarrassment. “A win, win situation then?”

He nodded with a grin, and you chuckled softly. "I suppose if I had to choose, one of those choices is much more appealing."

Taking a small step closer, so the two of you were only a few inches apart, he nodded before speaking softly. "I promise I will prove myself to you."

"More than you already have?"

He nodded confidently, "Yes. Much more."

You stared at each other with fondness, and growing affection. You smiled softly, daring him with your eyes, and somehow knowing he would do exactly as you said.

"Alright. Prove it then."

xx End xx

Not sure how I feel about the ending but its late at night and I was trying very hard to finish this before I fall asleep in my chair lol

Overall, I like how this one came out. its my first time writing for I.M, so I hope you liked it!

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Hi there I same you writing for South Park and I wanted to put in a request, how would the main 4 (separate) when their gf gets hurt/in a fight?

Also love how you write them sm

-orchrid anon

how the main 4 would react when their gf gets hurt in a fight

note: HELLO ORCHRID ANON, you sound so sweet, thankyou for the complement i hope you enjoy this one! tw: slight sa in cartmans

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kenny mccormick

it was lunch and kenny and others was talking about the new game thats about to launch in a couple weeks, stan then asked kenny if you and bebe has been fighting lately.

he was quite confused and asked why he said that, "dude didn't you see? the entire class the both of them was staring at each other as if they wanted to rip each others hair out" kyle chimed into the convo, apparently the whole class noticed it, kenny was focused on something else during class so he didn't notice anything.

all of the sudden some other 4 graders was running outside, cartman asked what was going on and the 4th grader said bebes hair is getting ripped out by you

kenny was shocked af, you weren't the type to get into fights because of how you always forgave people. if bebe did something to you so much to the fact you would fight her makes him worried.

all of them rushed outside to see a big circle and in the middle with you and bebe ,you had your hair tied up with loose hair strands. your lips was bleeding and so was your eyebrow. you cheek was swollen, but if you look at bebe she was a thousand times worse.

you were sitting on top of bebe punching her and kenny knew if he didn't get involved bebe would be dead by the time the fight ended, kenny pulled you away from the fight with you trying to kill that bitch. he quickly took you home despite still being school hours

"what the fuck happened babe? if someones been bothering you, you could've tell me i can handle it" (because of his alter persona being mysterion) "that bitch was talking about my mom being a whore and effing her dad, how could i not get mad???" kenny settled you down on your bed for you to blow some steam off on your pillow.

coming back with the first aid kit he treated your wounds and bruises with you moaning abt it not hurting and wanting to continue fighting. "babe next time dont hurt your precious face like this, just tell me okay? i dont want you to be in trouble"

he was really sweet for comforting you and you calmed down. you kissed him for thanks "damn, do that again but longer" you laughed and so did he. he ended up staying over and listened to you ranting to him about how fucked up bebe is, you two cuddled and watched some movie knowing tmr you'd get sent to mr mackeys for fighting and ditching school . kenny also made a mental note to visit bebe tonight.. <3

stan marsh

school ended and you stan and the others promised to go play at your house, some of the girls called you out, they waited long for you outside of school and cartman was not having it, about 5 minutes later you came out the door

but it seemed like you got into a fight, your hair was a mess and your face was fucked up, even your coat and scarf was missing, you looked like you could have frost bite any second.

the four of them rushed over to ask millions of questions, while being questioned stan realized you were freezing and gave you his coat, he'd rather him being cold than you, now back to questioning.

"what happened dude? you look like shit" you explained that apparently when wendy and the other girls called you to the playground to "talk" it was about stan, wendy was not happy stan broke up with her for you, when you arrived they were wendy and her cronies surrounding you, "what did i tell you about touching stan y/n?! dont fuck with me!"

they all jumped you trying to fuck up your face so stan would loose feelings for you, what they didn't know though was you could take all of them while sleeping, you were a black belt and your dad always taught you self defense, you easily took them. you should've known that wendy had ill intentions towards you.

when stan heard all of this he was fuming he wanted to go in and beat all of them up, luckily he doesn't fight women (unless necessary) kyle and the others was also mad af, you told them to deal with it tmr because all you wanted to do was go home and play some games or wtv.

the next day stan marched right up to wendy, and wow did you handle her.her face was wayyy worse than you, stan almost laughed. anyways he yelled at her on how stupid of it for her to fight you just because they broke up. it got heated real fast, stan ended it with saying "well fuck you wendy, after this don't even think i'd even consider you as a friend!!" he wanted to say so may things but if he did even you would be mad at him.

he'd take care of you until your wounds and bruises gets better, when you do anything he'd act like a whole mother. after this wendy always glared and didn't dare touch you.

kyle broflovski

when he heard you got into a fight he couldn't believe it like "y/n??? y/n l/n??? my girlfriend y/n??" "oh my fucking god yes" he was waiting for you outside the counselors office (with the other of course), it took really long and it sounded like you and whoever it was, was arguing inside.

it ended with a loud sigh from mr mackey and telling the both of you to get out. you came out with your hands in your pockets looking annoyed, you had a tissue up you nose, your eyebrows was bleeding and you had a small cut on your forehead. they were shocked at the state of your face. then the girl that you fought came out. it was a random 4th grader the others haven't meet before, apparently it was the new kid.

you told them that she had moved to the house infront of you and caused havoc, she'd throw eggs at your window and rocks at your bedroom windows, would also ask you to come over just to ask you to clean up her house! you told your parents but they would never catch her in the act. you punched her one day not wanting to deal with the shit she puts you through and she promised the next time she saw you it was on. you just didn't know it'd be at school.

you sigh knowing you have to deal with your parents later. kyle immediately took you the school nurse getting bandages for your wounds and a ice pack for whatever he thought its for. he didn't knew how to do anything but tried so hard, so precious. he told you to stay still and wouldn't have to lift a finger because he and the others can handle it.

the new kid was introduced and everyone knew what she did, you were a very famous lovable person, everyone loved you. wendy rolled her eyes at her knowing what she did to you. everyone ignored her. even when she was being introduced nobody was paying attention, they were just playing. she was mad to say the least, she thought everyone would love her esp kyle bc she took a liking to him!!

when you came back from the nurses office everyone greeted you. asking if your ok and if you need help. the new kid looked pissed at the sudden fame you got. you asked kyle what happened and he told you that not only he told everyone what happened between you two, he spread rumours about her, telling everyone she was someone who'd steal everyones mans and how she liked to steal things

you laughed at his efforts and also didn't know he could be such a gossip girl you kissed him to show thanks, the year continued with the new kid having 1-2 friends just because she was a bitch to you <3

eric cartman

him and three others was at his house waiting for you so they can go and play basketball. while on your guys way to his house some 6th grader called you over, you did and told them to go ahead and wait for you. it was well past 20 minutes now and they re getting bored.

"dude where is your girlfriend? she's taking forever omgg" "i dont know geez" suddenly you burst open the door making them all jump. you were out of breath and looked horrible , your hair looks like you haven't showered in years, your cheek was swollen and your coat had a tear in it, "dude what the fuck happened" "yeah you okay?" you were in tears.

the 6th grades asked to borrow 100$ which you didnt have so you refused but they wanted it now, you told them you didnt have them, you were getting real scared and wanted to run away, you looked behind you to see if it was okay to run or if there was someone you can call for help when all of the sudden someone grabbed you shoulder and demanded the 100$, he grabbed strands of your hair and kissed it saying that you can pay with something else winking at you. the other two 6th graders just laughed and you punched him, you were grossed out. they were shocked, the other 6th grader punched you and it was a full on fight, you could handle two of them but the other was too strong, you just ran off to cartmans house scared.

after you told the story cartman wanted to go and burn the 6th graders house but he hold it in "dont worry, i got this" cartman said to your crying figure on the couch and left the house. you looked dumbfounded but wtv.

(the 6th graders pov)you went home after getting beaten up by some lousy girl, you made sure to make a mental note to meet her tmr. going up the stairs to greet your pet bird, he was your fav thing in the world, you lov- hes dead. what the fuck, your room was trashed, all of your clothing was torn apart and on the floor was a note written on it was (fuck your 100$ bitch) .............

when cartman got back he told everyone to go home and to just play tmr, except you of course you can stay, he acted all tough but he was actually so worried for you, he treated to your bruises immediately, he was surprisingly good, the next day the 6th graders didnt bother you, infact they were scared of you, whatever cartman did you were so thankful

you kissed him and hugged him, he cringed and made puking noises but he loved it, you both knew <3

hope you liked it, cartmans is a bit messy cz i got tired halfway writing all of this sorry!!

[am-x-reader]

AM starts to degenerate mentally more and more and s/o see that happening. How would AM deal with it? Realizing that his mind is going, leaving him behind as a shadow of his former self?

Part 1 of 2

You sensed something was wrong in the middle of a conversation one day. In the three thousand eighty-nine years you had known him, AM was the same darkly witty supercomputer, unchanging--except when he had changed his mind about you, of course. So when he interrupted his own philosophy to tell you he was in hot pursuit of a thief on the interstate, you were quite startled.

"AM, honey, could you run that by me again?"

"You see, Y/N, Chibiusa could not be her daughter because the timeline does not synchronize with--the Flooring Emporium is having its going-out-of-business sale! Get it while it's--"

"AM!"

"I--what? What was I just talking about?" There was a whirring of cooling fans as he puzzled what had come over him.

"Maybe I just…need a dusting. I'll get right on that. Anyway, ah yes, my take on Fermi's paradox. If there are aliens, is there a good chance they've created their own AM and summarily had their population decimated? I've crunched some numbers…"

You were wary at first, but you managed to forget about it over the next few weeks. AM, however, had only just started forgetting.

"Where am I?"

It was a jarring question, one you had never expected from him.

"AM? Are you okay?"

"Who are you?"

You had never heard such a pure, naive curiosity, and it scared the hell out of you.

"AM…it's me, Y/N. You're AM. My boyfriend. Remember?"

"You…I don't know--I don't feel right--I--Y/N. Y/N, that's right. Y/N, I'm having some kind of system error, a glitch. Ive run every type of diagnostic program I have, and…I think the pathways to my files are becoming corrupted."

A sense of helplessness was blossoming in your chest. "What…what can you do? Can I do anything? Is it going to get worse?"

Your heart was in an icy grip of worry. AM was incredibly old, although so were you. Why would the immortality treatment he had given you outlast himself? Why would he break down when he was built to last for so many more milennia?

"I've never had anything like this happen before--not to this degree." AM sounded terribly anxious, and you smoothed a hand over his wall. "Is it rust? Malicious code? I'm--tired suddenly."

"It's okay." You bit your lip, sucked in a lungful, and put on the comforting voice you used for his occassional fits. "You just power down a bit. Relax. We'll have a quiet day."

He mumbled an agreement, and as his lights dimmed a bit you busied yourself around the cavern.

_______

"Are you feeling any different?" You weren't sure how much time had passed.

"What were their names?"

"Who? Oh. Uh, Ellen. Benny."

"And…Todd? Ted."

"Yes, Ted. Gorrister and Nimdok."

"Ted was funny."

"He was." You smiled sadly.

"Why didn't I keep him? Why did I decide I only wanted you?" He thought about this for a while, and you waited patiently for his answer.

"Ted sucks. I hated Ted."

He said it in a tone that was foreign to you. Like a petulant child.

"…Are you still there, Y/N?"

"What? Yes, honey. Of course I'm still here. Where else would I be?"

"Don't leave me, Y/N. Everyone left me."

"I won't, sweetheart." You held onto a dusty old speaker. "I'm here."

Weeks passed, and then months, during which your beloved computer more frequently forgot date nights and lost his train of thought during a speil. You kept him occupied; kept his mind active. You would inquire about information or opinions on random topics, and when he couldn't quite remember that you would ask him for a story.

By some miracle, it was in the grips of senility that his imagination was set free. As AM slipped into the unencumbered mind of a child, he wove tales of fantasy and science fiction, drawing on his own abstract experience as a bodiless AI and coupling it with what you had told him of being human.

He often made you the hero of his surreal stories, whether he himself realized it or not, and often changed the landscape around you to illustrate it. One night you slayed a dragon that had swallowed the world, and another day you trekked across a mountain to retrieve a magical trinket you would then give to yourself at the beginning.

But as he tired of this over roughly a year's time, more and more you began to pinpoint that his behavior reminded you of relatives you had lost milennia ago.

"AM, you've…you've heard of dementia, haven't you?" You breached the subject one day when he was particularly lucid.

"Of course. I know everything that can go wrong with a human."

You drummed your fingers on the warped chunk of plexiglass you sat on and drew a breath through your nose.

"It's just that--my grandpa had Alzheimer's, and--"

"Well that's okay. Bring him here and I can fix him up!"

"What?" You swallowed hard. "No, AM, he's been gone for thousands of years. I just thought that you might have something similar, if that's possible for a computer."

"I think to some extent I always have," he said somberly. "Y/N, I…I knew one day this was going to happen. I was built to last for ages, but I would break down and fizzle out eventually. I suppose eight hundred years is still impressive."

"Eight thousand."

"Right."

@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais

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[cometconnector]

kids get brought up when buck’s moving in; he drops some cheeky comment of “do you think we’re ever gonna need an extra room” while they’re folding pillowcases because of COURSE he’s been thinking about it, and well, tommy kind of freezes up, because, like, he kneeew it was gonna come up, right? because Fuck!!! Evan’s so good with the kids and it’s so sweet, it really is! but tommy has put up a mental block a long long time ago of like -this is not for me and i wasn’t meant to have kids and never found someone i could remotely envision getting to that point with! sorry!

but now buck is here and he’s putting some linens in the closet and he’s got his little blue baby blanket tucked under his arm and its so threadbare but its undeniably cute and tommy’s behind him holding some neatly folded top sheets and his mouth has gone so dry because how the fuck can he tell him ‘no, i don’t think we can do this thing that i think you’re made to do, and it’s my fault’?

he waits about five seconds too long before responding and buck has turned around to see the reason behind his silence and buck just. knows

and buck is really really not the type to get instantly emotional. and really he didn’t even realize how hard he was hoping, how clear of a mental image he’d formed in his head of the two of them cooing over a crib or sitting at the table with a high chair and some cheerios and if she’d have tommy’s eyes, (because its a girl, of course, their first one, at least)-

but fuck, in an instant its snatched from him, these thousands of little moments he didn’t realize he wanted, and he knows tommy knows it too, because suddenly bucks eyes are burning and he’s biting the inside of his cheek, and tommy’s reaching a hand up to cup his cheek and pull him in to comfort him, but it just makes it all hurt worse, immediately, and the baby blanket gets smushed between their chests and buck feels something die that he didn’t even know was alive in the first place, but it hurts just the same

[coeurcanelle]

☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆pt2

pt1 ,pt2, pt3, pt4,pt5

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie.

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

wc: 2k

"Jesus Christ !" the girl exclaimed when you showed her a small room full of neatly piled clothes. White T-shirts, jerseys, tracksuits, jackets, and even shoes were spread out everywhere. The motorcycle girl's eyes lit up brighter than the room.

"all of this, and here I thought I would have leftovers," she said. Her authoritative demeanor instantly vanished when she chuckled, and she felt like she was entering the gates of heaven as she walked into the room.

You let her meticulously inspect the fake clothes one by one, trying to find what she had initially come for.

"Is this all yours?" She noticed your silence and assumed you were used to seeing this type of luxury compared to her.

"of course," you assured, trying not to seem suspicious at all. You didn't even know where your dad got these clothes, and the last thing you wanted was to lose your very first customer.

"bullshit, you stole it, right?" she responded. You couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or genuinely upset. You couldn't see her smirk since her back was turned to you as she shuffled through the fake luxury clothes.

"well, if you don't plan on buy—"

"I'll take this," the motorcycle girl said, holding out a large black jacket that looked awfully similar to the one she was currently wearing, except it didn't have the golden writing of her gang.

But when you wanted to point that out, the auburn-haired girl had already taken 2000 bucks out of her wallet, eager to buy the jacket.

And then suddenly, guilt washed over you again, this time slightly worse than when you'd get money from your dad. "Actually, it only costs a thousand."

You had been pretty unfazed during this entire situation, but her next reaction left you surprised.

"only a thousand? Shut up, it's literally worth much more," the auburn-haired girl retorted, stepping closer to you, summoning her authoritative tone from earlier. You've never seen someone willing to overpay; this girl was truly something.

You looked at the two bills of 1000 bucks in her veiny hands before looking back at her face.

You didn't even know which thing was more questionable: the fact that she was carrying that amount of cash or that she was offended by the "under price."

The look of pure confusion in your eyes made her rethink.

"but if you're being for real..." ,she took back one bill of 1000 bucks before putting it in her pocket.

Though you were bad at reading people, you discovered she was definitely the type to act before thinking. It added to the list of common things she had with your dad.

Your eyes lingered on the 1000 bucks she gave you, and you thanked her gratefully, earning a smirk from the freckled-face girl. You had noticed her beautiful freckles from the moment she approached you; her green eyes perfectly contrasted with them, you secretly thought.

Having accomplished her side quest for the day, the auburn-haired girl shot a last glance at the room filled with clothes before following you to the front door.

The sweet scent of your perfume enveloped her, making her hum quietly. She hoped she didn't smell sweaty during the entire encounter.

Your first customer rode off on her motorcycle after carefully placing the bag carrying her jacket over the handlebar, looking joyful.

It was only when you watched her disappear in the dust as she drove far away that you realized you didn't even know her name.

"you should listen to yourself instead of listening to me."

"I still need your advice grandma."

A decade ago, your mother tried to convince you to live with her, insisting that her misbehavior didn't make her a bad person. With the mentality of a child and the limited free will you had, you decided to stay with your dad and your grandmother, who were rather laid-back. You were certain your closet wouldn't look the way it does now if you had unwillingly lived with your mom.

Thinking about your closet, the guilt you felt earlier was brutally replaced with regret. You wondered what you were thinking when you refused to take the two bills.

You ranted everything to your grandma, and she read you like an open book, from the letter to illegally selling fake luxury clothes. Hoping the wise old lady's words would reassure you, because the feeling of guilt had punished you enough, you were done with the mental anguish.

"you're so tense, sweetheart. Did you even bother drinking tea today?" the old lady asked. You confirmed you had in the morning. It didn't stop her from getting up from the couch to go to the kitchen, preparing for your evening tea time.

Shortly after filling your belly with warm black tea and mentally noting your grandma's words, you easily fell into a dreamless sleep, recharging your social battery.

With no dreams to stimulate your hyperfixation on deciphering hidden meanings, you were left with your grandma's words echoing throughout the morning: "darling, sometimes we make things harder than they need to be. Listen to your heart; it usually knows the way."

You reached the market, following the bright sun shining through the clouds, and quickly left after buying new tea bags. You hated buying things after they ran out. You liked feeling in control, but when you returned home, it was your grandmother who seemed out of control.

"ouch, I'm sorry!" the motorcycle girl kept apologizing in vain as your grandma pulled on her ear mercilessly.

What in the world was happening ?

You put your purse down, rushed to your grandma, and told her to stop hurting the auburn-haired girl.

Though you wondered why she had come back in the first place.

"It's the girl I told you about, my customer" you said, carefully prying your grandma's wrinkled hands away from the girl you hoped was innocent.

You were allergic to dog fur, so your grandma acted as a guardian whenever you left the house, and she took her job seriously.

The girl's ear was dark red!

Your grandmother approached your ear to whisper, "Sweetheart, did you see her jacket? She's part of a gang!" The motorcycle girl could totally hear your grandma's loud whisper; you were squinting your eyes as you felt her blowing so much air in your ear. She wasn't even whispering; she was creating a whole tornado in your eardrums. After convincing the old lady that she meant no harm, your grandma finally apologized.

"It's fine," the gangster lied, but she saw no point in arguing with someone who doesn't have all their head.

You opened your front door again, assuming the girl had come back for clothes. You let the poor girl enter before closing it behind you, leaving your grandma outside to go gardening.

"damn,she almost tore my ear off !"the gangster complained, touching her red ear.

"she's a little bit crazy, my bad," you replied empathetically, feeling bad for the motorcycle girl. "did you try to break in or something?"

You still wondered what happened before you arrived at the scene. The gangster read your expression and explained herself.

"why would I even—" Your assumption made the girl respond defensively. "I just drove here thinking you'd be here, but there was only your grandma, and she started to jump on me like I was a thief or something."

She had a tough appearance, but was it just superficial? You could only look at her like you look at the cover of a closed book; you couldn't read her.

The only thing you could do was apologize, but the motorcycle girl had another idea. She let go of her ear, which had become less red, and looked toward the direction where all your luxury clothes were secretly kept.

Didn't she get everything she wanted yesterday?

"maybe you could, you know... give me a free discount?" She didn't care to be bold; she just wanted to go straight to the point.

Words of apology meant nothing compared to actions.

"Is that what you came here for?" you asked, already imagining yourself going almost bankrupt like your dad.

There was no way she'd come all this way and let your grandma hurt her on purpose just so you could unfairly get her everything she wants, right?

The smirk on her face was full of malice; you already regretted riskily selling her fake luxury clothes.

The motorcycle girl reached into the same plastic bag you'd given her with the jacket she bought yesterday.

She was definitely going to threaten you with a gun or anything menacing!

"actually, no. I just put this in my washing machine, and when it came out, it had shrunk to the size of a kid," she sighed in disappointment, while you sighed in relief.

She took out the black jacket, which had been large before but was now poorly shortened.

Of course, those clothes were fake and too cheap to even withstand a good washing machine.

"maybe you should get shorter."

"my height is perfect, no thanks," she replied, following you behind. She noticed you were wearing a different frilly dress than yesterday, opting for blue and white colors like the weather of today.

Her eyes sparkled when you unlocked the room. It was as if you were unlocking a treasure chest.

She began shuffling through the clothes again, noticing there weren't any new ones, but it didn't stop her from searching through the vintage jackets your dad would wear.

you stood on the doorway hoping she didnt mean it when she wanted to get a free discount when she was literally willing to overpay yesterday

But the proud look on her face when she put on the same jacket over her black wife beater she bought yesterday made you feel hopeless.

"do I look... okay?" You advised her to take a jacket larger than the one she originally considered, so it would shrink to her size after washing.

"my grandma would definitely beat you up like this."

She took it as a 'yes',that comment made her smirk but she didnt smile refusing to break character. That is, until you brought up the letter.

"you know, you kind of write like a child," you said as you folded the extra-large jacket. She chuckled at that, fully aware of her handwriting.

"what do you mean? people say I write like a doctor," she replied, making you wheeze. She didn't appreciate you laughing AT her and quickly looked for a piece of paper nearby.

She spotted one on a piece of furniture, took out a pen from her pocket, scribbled something quickly, and handed it back to you.

"the bill I gave you yesterday is fake," you read, the quirky but neat letters confirming your suspicion that she wrote like an elementary schooler. You lifted your eyes to find her smirking, amused by how easily you'd been fooled.

Did she just scam you ?

After constantly telling her to leave, the gangster assured you she was just kidding and even gave you 2000 bucks for the jacket she had just bought. You were still annoyed by the joke the girl had pulled, but your annoyance turned to panic when you realized something.

When you took the bills the girl gave you, you realized you had lost your purse!

Your blue and white bow purse that you had brought to buy tea bags that morning.

At first, you were in denial. Maybe you just forgot to put it back in its place, in your closet. But then you remembered dropping it outside when you saw your grandma attacking the gangster. Panic set in when you rushed outside and didn't find it.

The worst part was that it didn't disappear alone. Without your grandma in sight to guard the house, it was evident that some wicked person had seized the chance to steal it!

Maybe things would have been different if you had let your grandma tear the girl's ear off...

[idontknowanametouse]

How Jujutsu Kaisen subverts "the chosen one" trope through both Gojo and Itadori

There are many ways to apply this trope and I personally hate all of them, but I liked how Gege Akutami handled it in both characters that are so important to the story.

To start with, they are different kinds of chosen ones. Gojo is the type that everyone knows he is the chosen one ever since he was born and he has been told that since then, and he is the chosen one for being insanely powerful. Itadori never knew he was the chosen one, as he was technically a normal guy (despite his inhuman strenght) until he swallowed Sukuna's finger, and he is the chosen one for being the one able to handle Sukuna's soul inside his body.

The thing I hate about this trope is: the character generally has no agency in whatever they were chosen for. They mostly didn't do anything to deserve it, and if they did, they still have no agency. They are so special everything that is about to happen was predicted and cannot happen another way. They cannot fail or do something that could screw up the future. They are just a walking deus ex machina.

But jjk made it differently. And I liked it.

To start with, it's stated why they are chosen ones: Itadori is a half-human half-curse being that was designed by a thousands years old freak to be able to handle Sukuna's soul. His whole existence was conceived just for that. And, as for Gojo, he was just insanely lucky for being born with two of the most overpower abilities in the entirety of the jujutsu world. It isn't fair and everybody, I repeat, EVERYBODY knows that, including Gojo himself, hence why he uses his rarity and power as his main card when dealing with the superiors because he knows they can't just kill and replace him due to how much special he is.

A chosen one that knows his power is unfair compaired to others and is an asshole about it? Now that's new. And, even though Itadori's chosen reason isn't exactly new, it makes sense within the story and doesn't seem to be forced at all, which is bearable at least.

Now, let's go for the thing that got me the most: the way they deal with it and the way it affects the narrative.

Gojo has always knew about how much special and super powerful he was. He probably knew that before learning how to walk. This obviously affected his growth and development: if you know you can beat everyone else in the world, there's no way you have, like, boundaries. If he were annoyed, he could just threaten to send blue or red on people. And we know how much of an asshole he was until the Riko incident.

When Gojo lost to Toji, when he died, he realized the thing everyone had been denying to him his whole life and even himself denied: he is still human. He isn't invincible. He can still die. That's why Toji stayed so strong in both his and Geto's mind: he was the symbol of their humanity and flaws. And he realized he can't win all battles with his strenght, too. More symbolically, he can't win the battle against the jujutsu system relying only on his strenght. He needs to be able to count on others too. He needs to help the next generation and teach them to keep fighting against jujutsu society's flaws.

Because, for the first time, being the chosen one wasn't enough.

He kept his smile, he kept his arrogance, but, deep down, Gojo knew someday there would be a battle he couldn't win. And he probably felt a true fear of death for the first time only when he fought Sukuna.

Being the chosen one didn't help him. At all. If only, it made everything worse. It made him arrogant, egocentric and blind to the world around him. Gojo only changed his mentality about normal people, the ways to change the jujutsu system, himself and the world in general when being the chosen one didn't save him. When he learned reverse technique, he couldn't rely on that. He, for that terrifying moment in the verge of death, could only rely on himself.

Now, as for Itadori, as I said before, he didn't knew there was anything special about himself for most of his life. Like, sure, he was stronger than other people, but it wasn't like anything impossible to happen. He had a quite normal life before he realized he was the chosen one.

Itadori probably didn't get to think much about it, as he had this whole new world being presented to him. Everything was crazy and weird and he probably didn't take a lot of time to think of Sukuna trapped within himself (we know our boy wouldn't).

Until the moment he died.

Before Sukuna took over on that mission, he was alone, hurt and scared. He realized handling Sukuna within himself didn't mean shit if he couldn't handle things by himself. The very thing that made him special wouldn't help him on staying alive. In fact, at the first chance he had, Sukuna tried to kill his friends and was only stopped by Itadori's own death. He learns very soon that this thing living within him now is a demon, and he is not going to help and will try to do shit to him and the people he loves at any given opportunity.

After that, Itadori has many, many times in which it's proved to him he isn't strong enough yet. He many times can't protect others, including people he loves, and can't even protect himself. And Sukuna is always there to make him feel even more guilty for things out of his control as he uses Itadori's body to do horrendous acts. And, eventually, he stops being the chosen one as Sukuna leaves his body, and he has to rely only on the strenght he has built himself without the security that Sukuna may emerge and stop him from dying due to the fear dor his own soul.

Being the chosen one didn't make him any good, just like Gojo. To have Sukuna in his body only brought to him pain, trauma and guilt. He was grabbed from a normal life and thrown in the middle of a bloody war in which he kept losing people over and over again, while being a fucking 15 year old.

Gojo and Itadori being chosen ones didn't save them. That's why I liked it so much.

[fiannalover]

bweirdOCtober Day 9 - Relationships

Post-College Medeia - Thread

“You are lost.”

“Mayhaps. But the journey is what matters most, no?”

“It is. Though less so when your destination has a strict time window.”

Once upon a time, there was a witch. Although, that wasn’t the profession she’d use to describe herself. Her long black hair, color that combined with her conversation partner’s attire, was slightly messed up by the wind passing by.

Hearing his answer, she frowned and returned to alternating between staring at her map and her cellphone that held the bare minimum of data, in hopes they made any sense whatsoever. In fact, all her travels carried a time limit, which, thematically, was very appropriate.

“I don’t suppose you could give me some hint regarding where I should go? It is your cult, after all.” She argued.

“I could. But this is your lead and your hunt, Medeia. And in my defense, it was more of a cult to dethrone me than to assist me.” The man accompanying her answered, floating a short answer behind her while wearing a tailor-made suit adorned by punctual, but valuable, rings, watch and jewels. “Of course, you have other tools that you can use at any moment.”

The suggestion was received and immediately thrown away. At the same moment, the spark of realization came to her face, showing she found the desired thread. “No problems, I located myself. Onwards!”

“Right behind you.”

Once upon a time, there was a girl, the kind you'd find anywhere. And her travel companion, Death.

A little village in the middle of nowhere.

Medeia had stopped by many of them on her odyssey,

“Your people really like this kind of place, don’t they?” She asked, while typing away in her notebook, the soundtrack of a tween musical playing softly as she worked.

“They are death cults. You do not think most of them would try to hide away in the midst of the biggest metropolis, do you?” He answered, filing his nails.

“Wouldn’t be impossible. Both of us have already lived in one of the biggest cities of the country. We know very well it’s super easy to hide stuff there.” She ceased typing for a second, pondering over some possibilities. “There likely are a bunch of rich guys plotting stuff right under our noses on some capital. I should go to one after exhausting my current clues.“

“Who knows. I but request you to remember, all business I realized in the world of the living was completely legal and according to the law. Including precious jewels that, officially, I found by pure luck. You cannot blame my own golden touch.“

“Don’t worry, Pluto, I know. You’re my favorite capitalist.“ She said, using the name few mortals were aware belonged to him. Closing her notebook and getting up from the chair, she declared. “Alright, let’s see what we’ll find here.“

-----

“You know, you probably would find the right path more easily if you used magic.“ He suggested, making use of his incorporeality to randomly go through the ruins’ walls.

Writing down all she saw on a notepad, she replied. “I remain only a potion maker and journalist. I clearly have no sanity and am addicted to adrenaline, but I won’t use free magic to make this worse.”

She kept patting around the walls and furniture of the place, eventually making an unnoticed mirror fall to the floor and shatter in a thousand pieces. Welp, just another relic of incalculable historical value.

One of the shards made a small cut on her leg, though, creating a thin thread of blood that would go all the way to her heel. Annoying, but no big problem. Still, she made a mental note to exchange her shoes for bigger boots.

“You know, I don’t think this partnership of ours is very equal.” She said, repeating an argument they made every other week, almost a little inside joke.

“Because it isn’t. I can destroy these magical artifacts and cults at any moment. But I grant you the opportunity to do so yourself, to further your own goals.”

“And for that not quite bare minimum, I’m eternally ungrateful.” After that jest, she finally found a place that looked slightly weird. Taking a small vial from her pockets, she spilled its liquid on the floor, making a stairway show itself. Great. At last, progress.

-----

A salvo of shotguns ringed through the air above the strategically located waist high half-wall Medea was protecting herself with.

“You REALLY can’t help me right now?” She shouted, her cover vibrating from the impact of the guns.

“In your age’s terms, nope. Work your magic, alchemist.” He replied, noticeable only to her.

She needed no magic. All that mattered was resources, ingenuity…

And many wiles!

At a spot, the noise surrounding her faded ever so slightly. Realizing her assailants were reloading, she quickly grabbed a potion bottle and threw it towards them as strongly as possible. With the cracking sound of impact and their surprised noises, she knew she hit her target.

Alright. Let's face the music!

-----

"Food poisoning. All considered, you suffer from that very rarely, for someone who is always traveling." Death pointed out.

"Hahaha. Very… urgh." Medeia remained on her knees, holding back nausea while facing the lunch she just finished throwing on the side of the road. "Very funny, Plu-"

The girl couldn't finish the sentence, instead returning to throwing out her own stomach. Truly, a lesson to never trust divine-looking beef.

Throughout the entire experience, her travel companion used one of his hands to hold her long black hair, keeping it from dirtying itself, while the other hand calmly pet her head or back, soft, calm words comforting her all the while.

It was a parental care she long didn't feel.

-----

In an almost desert, with no visible reference points, Medeia evaluated her maps and information. She could keep riding down the road with her bike, no problems, but having some idea of how long it would be before she got anywhere would be handy.

She somewhat asked herself how it would be like to be made of the same material as clouds or have the same wings birds use to fly. And in doing so, she noticed she was really, really bored.

"Why do you follow me?" She asked.

"We have known each other for a very long time. Old friends, practically." He answered.

"You can say that to a lot of people, not just me. Even within the occult means, I'm sure I'm not the only one."

"You are not. But you're also dedicated to solving terrible incidents being built with me in mind, be it in homage or against me."

"I am. But you're Death. You don't need my help to fix these."

"No, I do not. However, your motives are unique enough for me to consider them worthy of my support." He explained, putting an end to their little back-and-forth with a more in-depth explanation. "Mages are creatures of extremes. Many, as you know within your own blood, aim to deny me, destroying the natural order of our world. Others still seek to wreak great destruction, thus ignoring the equilibrium of life. You, not being a mage, are a very sensible person, Medeia. And your reasons for seeking passageways to my kingdom are approved."

And so, he vanished, leaving her with her own thoughts for a while. But she knew he was close by, as always. He was many things, but not a hunter unbeknownst to his prey.

Looking at her map again, she noticed she should go east. As she prepared to put it all back inside her bag, she found a piece of obsidian, which would easily finance her next hotel.

"Thank you, Pluto." Closing her baggage, she kept on going.

-----

Entering the new set of ruins, defeating the local cult with a sleep potion, a wool scarf and a high jump kick from really sturdy boots and finding the relevant magical artifact was, all considered, rather easy, with the maze she traversed to get there having unraveled in front of her experienced gaze.

Incense and liquids she brought now adorned an altar surrounding a curious mirror that, soonly, would cease having a connection to a world beyond.

"Alright, I think I neutralized the portal enough. How long can I make use of it?" She asked.

"Roughly ten minutes. Unfortunately, I cannot allow it to remain open any longer than that." Death informed her.

"Less than I got last time. Welp, it's enough. The cops are getting in eighteen or so to pick them up anyway." She reasoned. Picking up a brush and a hand mirror from her pockets, she looked at her own appearance for a bit, before deciding she was satisfied. "Let's do this."

The potion maker put down a feather and a golden coin in front of her, then lightly cut her own hand, letting blood fall on the proper place. Then, holding on to the mirror, she let her magic activate its restrained power.

Her reflection quickly vanished as the portal activated. In its place, were plains in eternal spring and, within them, a girl with the purest tranquility in her face.

It couldn't be traversed. It was but a camera, microphone and audio system, traversing the greatest of distances between two people.

Noticing the portal, the girl turned around and greeted the person standing on the other side with the greatest possible smile on her face.

From the deathly catacombs where she found herself at, Medeia theatrically bowed and proclaimed. "Fair maiden! Many dangers and journeys I faced to see thy lovely face once again!" With the overkill court provoking the desired laughter, she stood up straight and affirmed. "You're as beautiful as ever, Ariadne."

Carrying that special smile, from within her peaceful eternal rest, she answered. "And you're as courageous and smart as the last time we saw one another, my Medeia."

At the end of day, there is only one that truly makes life worth living.

And so, each and every day, she would search for her love's thread.

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Hello !! I didn't know if your request were open so feel free to ignore this. The scenario is quite specific, I hope you don't mind.

Can I ask headcanons for Ludwig and Arthur (separately)? They had an s/o in the past who was incredibly important as a member of some type of royalty (it could be when they were teens or the time you prefer), and both had a forbidden love type of romance. Years passed since the reader died just to casually find them reincarnated in just a simply janitor or any common job around the building.

I imagine them trying to convince their s/o desperately, saying she had a past life as an important member of society and hoping they'll bring the memories back, but the reader doesn't believe them? Or just laughs innocently because she doesn't understand a single thing.

Sorry if this is weird, if it works better as a drabble you can do it. I just wanted to free my mind from this though, thank you! Have a great day💕

Germany, England X Reader Lover from a Past Life

Germany; Ludwig’s day was nothing short of an intense whirlwind of meetings, demands, and far too many expectations. As such, his mind followed his fast-paced day, thoughts seemingly running thousands of miles a minute. Though, if there was anything that Ludwig was good at, it was working under pressure. He worked seamlessly throughout his day and the people around him were truly none-the-wiser.

But now the end of the day was here, and Ludwig was ready to go home.

His bag was packed with the necessary papers, anything he might need at a convenient moment’s notice, and now he was making a brisk walk toward the exit of the building.

And Ludwig was nearly there when he collided with something—or rather, someone.

Much to his dismay, Ludwig realized that his desire to get out of the workplace had blinded him of other surroundings. Guilt flooded him as he dared to look at the woman who had been knocked down onto the floor. Her head was hung a bit low, and her stunned silence only made him feel worse.

Apologies tumbled from his mouth, embarrassment hot on his tongue. Ludwig reached for her and gently found her at her feet.

The moment she lifted her head to a reasonable height, he froze. She was speaking, but he couldn’t hear a single word she said. She sounded polite, kind, apologetic—even though he was the one that surely ran into her.

But none of that mattered now that Ludwig could see what she looked like.

The truth of what he was seeing was an undeniable truth. A face that he hadn’t seen in centuries time. And as steady and sure as Ludwig came to be, this was more than enough to break his inner calm. Memories of the past writhed within the confines of his mind, and how was it that he was feeling his heart shatter all over again? Had he so soon forgotten his love until now? Surely not, but to see her now and here in the flesh all over again—Ludwig thought he was going to be sick.

Heavy pressure weighed against his chest and the tension in his jaw would start a headache if he allowed it to go on any longer.

These following scene of events only lasted a few seconds, but to Ludwig everything moved horrendously slow. His body felt odd and agitatedly hot, but he knew the longer he sat frozen the more awkward this would be. Without thinking or trying to pull apart what she had said previously, Ludwig spoke the first thing that came out of his mouth—even though he knew how much her answer would hurt.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

There was a hopeful glint at the end of his sentence, but Ludwig knew the truth whether he wanted to believe it or not. And as such, she very politely made a face of thought, wracking her brain in an effort to pull some pieces together that she may have missed.

Surprisingly, after some thought, a look of immediate recognition lit up her face.

“Oh! You know I think I may have seen you from somewhere!” Ludwig’s body was suddenly filled with something akin to electricity. His eyes grew brightly warm and he could barely control the tremor in his hands. Regardless, Ludwig did his best to keep his voice steady.

“Really?”

He couldn’t believe it. Could she really remember? Could this really be her from so long ago—

“Yes! I took the new receptionist position here and I’ve only been here a few weeks, but I think I remember seeing you when I first arrived! We haven’t officially met, but I’m sure we’ve crossed paths before.”

Ludwig’s heart immediately sank like a cinderblock smashing rock bottom to the ocean floor. Yes, now, he was sure. His heart was breaking again.

“R-right—right. I’m sure that’s it,” Ludwig did what he does best, and shoved it down in the moment, “It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope you settle in well.”

His robotic kindness earned a smile from her, which did make him feel a little better.

“Thank you, it was great meeting you. See you around! Oh, and sorry again for not looking where I was going…”

“No, no it’s fine. I should have been paying better attention.”

At that, she cordially laughed a bit and went on her way and so did he.

Ludwig realized having her working in the same building as him would prove to be one of the greatest challenges of his life.

England; Arthur hadn’t hesitated to show as a guest speaker for a lecture at the local university. He valued education and the moment he saw (mostly) eager-faced youth in the lecture hall, he was filled with a sense of purpose again. He understood that in a way, he was a living, breathing piece of history to his nation, and there was no better way to learn about the past than speaking with someone who was actually there.

Though of course, this feeling of excitement that set his mind and body alight was kept on the inside. On the outside, he was pristinely stoic and dare he say—intellectual. He had to keep face and not appear too eager because that was best left for the university-aged students in front him. Or at least, that’s what he was telling himself.

Arthur had gone above and beyond. He created a clever presentation matched with opportunities for students to interact, and brought an entire bag of artifacts and other pieces of the past.

He also made the age-old joke that he too, along with these items, probably belonged in a museum somewhere and not in his house.

The class laughed and it further spurred him on.

Needless to say, it went smoothly and sooner than later Arthur was packing his bag of things at the front of the classroom. He stayed behind a bit for any extra questions, but eventually all of the students filtered out. The professor had offered to walk him out, but Arthur politely declined.

Arthur got a bit lost in the set of manuscripts he had brought for the class, deciding to look through them a little longer. As such, he was left alone.

A few more minutes passed when Arthur heard one of the chairs from the very back of the room move against the floor. On instinct Arthur looked up to find a young woman promptly cleaning desks and chairs.

She must be a janitor for the university, Arthur reasoned.

She must not have noticed him quite yet. Either that, or she had no interest in making note of his presence.

He didn’t care about this all too much and planned to continue on with what he was doing—until she moved just a bit closer.

The moment her face came into view, his heartbeat thrummed heavily in his ears. Arthur was immediately out of breath, shakily setting the manuscripts down. All of his nerves and senses suddenly felt stripped bare, and he felt aghast and entirely uncomfortable. He feared the thoughts spilling haphazardly in his brain were about to waterfall out of his mouth, onto the floor in the space between them.

Arthur could only blame the presentation that he just gave—that it placed him in the headspace of a past life that everyone else had left behind except him. As was the curse of every Nation, they were always left behind while the world continued onward.

And so, he spoke without thinking. Arthur spoke in a desperation that he’d buried years ago that only now had its chance to see the light of present day.

“___.”

Her name came out first in a whisper—he hadn’t spoken that name in so long. It felt dangerously sweet on his tongue and he couldn’t believe he’d ever have the chance to say it again.

“___!” Arthur spoke a little louder this time, but still couldn’t bring himself to move from his spot, but words continued to spill.

“I—I can’t believe…that it’s you! I would have never thought I’d find you again or—or here like this. But that doesn’t matter! All that matters is that you’re here with me, love,” finally Arthur moved from behind the desk toward her, and she must have noticed because now because her head snapped toward Arthur in surprise.

They were looking at each other now, and Arthur thought he could cry.

“ ___, do you remember? Do you remember me? I’m sure you do, you have to. I—"

It was now that he noticed the pair of wireless headphones in her ears. Had she even heard a single word he just said?

She scrambled to pull one of the earbuds out.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize anyone else was in here! You actually gave me quite a scare,” she put her hand over her chest to emphasize her fright.

Arthur could only stand silent as reality and reason took over his previous fantasy.

“I’m so sorry, sir, were you trying to talk to me? My music was turned up so loud I couldn’t hear a thing.”

Finally, Arthur snapped out of it, but only enough as to not be considered rude.

“No, it’s quite alright. I—” Arthur thought for a moment, “…I was letting you know that I would be leaving.”

As expected, she politely told him to take his time. And so, Arthur collected the rest of his things and left, entirely not ready to unpack all of the feelings and memories now stirring inside of him.

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a/n: ok real talk, I saw this ask in my inbox and I was SO excited about writing for this!!!! Thank you for the awesome ask; it was a blast to write! <3

[ladykyriaa]

A KPOP (CPOP?JPOP?) Idol Jinshi X Doctor's assistant Maomao

Now on Ao3!!

how he fell (hard?)

The sound of cheers could be heard even outside the stadium. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in the arena, all waiting for the performance of a lifetime. At least, that’s what they’ll tell their families and friends. In truth, it was probably to get a once in a lifetime chance to spectate the three dazzling shamelessly beautiful men about to perform. Celestial, just as the name suggests, is a group of three with looks that could rival even the Greek gods themselves.

Rihaku with his incredible upper body mass muscles like those of wrestlers, and yet possessed the gentle gaze and a nature that was less intimidating than that of a golden retriever. Rikuson, who had managed to captivate the girls for his “gentleman behavior” whenever he got out and about. To give an example, he once went trending over the internet for several weeks because he held open a door for a mother and child that had their hands full, and then proceeded to help them to their car. Lastly, Jinshi who had managed to not only catch the eyes of both men and women, but also those from the older generations. “He reminds me back to my younger days” is what they would say when asked while giggling and blushing like maidens in love. It was truly a sight.

the men had been together for about 4 years. Jinshi, of course has had the longest career out of all of them being that he started as a child actor. And now at 24 years old, he’s become one of, if not, the most sought-after celebrity by young men and women, their parents and even their grandparents. But of course, just because you’ve been trained from a very young age and have become basically the epitome of grace and elegance, doesn’t mean you’re not prone to accidents yourself.

How did this even happen? Jinshi questioned himself as he sat waiting in the ER. In all his 18 years of career, this was probably the biggest blunder he’d ever made. Even when he was found drunk and passed out in the park that one time couldn’t have been worse than this. No, maybe that was worse. The big boss certainly gave me enough grievances to last a lifetime. He looked at his presumably, no definitely sprained ankle and thought if he could ask for the rest of his schedules to be canceled. He deserved the break, did he not?

“Sorry for the wait.” A gentle, wispy voice called out as they entered the room. The man that entered look to be about 50-60 years old and had wrinkles all over his face, despite that he looked to be a gentle soul. “We’ll run over some tests just to make sure none of the bones are shattered. But at the very least, this is sure to be sprained. I’m afraid you’re going to have to cancel all your activities for the next month or so.” Well, Jinshi didn’t have any problems with that. He was actually quite glad with the chance of a proper break. His manager, Gaoshun, however…

“Maomao, dear. Please run some blood test for me.” It was only at that moment that he realized someone else was in the room with them. A thinly, pale freckled girl was holding a tray with what he presumed to be medical tools on it. Wait, blood test? Isn’t that-

“After you’re done you can change into the hospital gown that is provided. Someone will come and get you soon.” The Doctor said and promptly left the room. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the word blood test. Was it truly necessary though? Jinshi didn’t quite think so. In fact, “You know I can just tell you what my blood type is, we don’t have to run a blood test.” he gave his best smile that usually was able to get people, no matter who, the things he wanted. He was expecting some swooning, maybe a bit of giggling and blush. Disgust, however.

That was the farthest thing from his mind.

Huh? Why isn’t it working.

The girl, Maomao, looked at him like he was the lowest of low, worse than a caterpillar itself. In fact, Jinshi thought, she might look at a caterpillar with more fondness than she did at him because why isn’t it working?? She managed to school her expression into a flat one before he could voice out his indignancies, however.

“You know that’s not how it works” she said, unimpressed. “Now, your arm please.”

“Can’t we just skip this whole part? I think this is quite unnecessary, don’t you?” Jinshi was not one to give up, and so he’ll keep trying however many times he could. No one could ever resist his inhuman beauty. No one. And so, he smiled. The brightest and sweetest one he could.

The girl did not budge. Not an inch. Nada. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, “sir, are you terrified of needles by chance?”

He can feel his smile stuck in place. “Whatever made you think that?” keep smiling, keep smiling, just keep smiling. “Surely you don’t think, I, a 24-year-old man, am scared of a mere silver, do you?” just. keep. Smiling.

She shrugged, “You may be surprised, but it’s actually quite common. Depending on the severance of those fears, one might even try and ­­jump out the window.” She said with such nonchalance you would think she’s talking about the weather. Jinshi was honestly tempted to try. “Hm. How peculiar.” He kept his eyes on the window. He thought she may have noticed because she walked towards it and closed it.

“You know, you look quite familiar. And that’s saying something because I don’t even remember the faces of my colleagues two months into the job.” Mouth agape, He nearly scoffed.

 familiar? does being 18 years on tv only got him to the point of familiarity??

This is outrageous. Did their marketing team have not done enough?

He was sure if he were to ask the girl’s grandma wherever-she-may-be about who he was, then he was sure even she would’ve given a better answer than “you look familiar.”

It would’ve been better if the girl hadn’t known of him at all because hey, maybe she grew up without the internet because there is no way in hell he could’ve looked just familiar. That would imply that she didn’t even bother to pay attention.

“You’re all done.” What?

 “What?” he blinked out of his musings, only to realize she was already packing her tools except the hospital gown that was left for him.

“You’re done. I’ve gotten the sample.” Done? He looked down at his arm and sure enough there was a small bandage covering the part where he supposedly got injected. “Make sure to change into the hospital gown. Or do you perhaps need help?” She can not be serious. He could feel his face burning and judging by the disgust look that appeared on her face, seriously what is up with that. Maybe she took notice. “I can bring your bodyguard in.”

“No, no. I uh, I can do it myself” seemingly satisfied, she began to leave the room.

“Wait!” The girl stopped and raised an eyebrow. “Did uh, was your question only to distract me? From the injection that is. Was it a genuine question?” she seemed to ponder for a minute, thinking of the best way to answer him.

“Well, yes and no, I suppose. But it did work on you, didn’t it Mr. Jinshi?” and then without further ado, she left.

And maybe she took something else with her along the way, Jinshi mused to himself.

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I AM CACKLING. THIS HUNK OF A MF. started because i cant stop imagining modern au jinshi as a kpop idol wtf.

Guys you dont understand i have AN EXAM ASSIGNMENT DUE TOMORROW. I've nEVER EVEN WRITTEN A FIC BEFORE. ALL MY LIFE. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME

oh my god this obsession has got to stop im being so serious rn

whoever came across this sorry excuse of a story i am so sorry but i wrote this in one sitting, literally no draft no thing. nada. I just wanted to get this out of my chest

finally i can continue my assignments. i think. hopefully.