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40sbarnes · 4 years ago
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Medici: Spymasters of Florence
Chapter 17: Every Rose Has Its Thorn
me??? posting early?? but 17 chapters that is insaneeee! nervous to see how you guys find this one... enjoy !!
pairing; slowburn lorenzo x reader, friends? francesco x reader
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"But you're just so irresistible, can you truly place the blame on me?" You looked up at Lorenzo through your eyelashes, the smirk on your lips making your sarcasm painstakingly obvious. You both moved in sync to the music flowing throughout the hall.
Lorenzo's tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he raised his eyebrows, looking up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact. "Perhaps not," his focus was back on you, "but a veil of professionalism every now and then wouldn't cause any harm," he teased.
You tutted at his words, "It's as if you don't know me at all," you pouted.
"I don't," he reminded you, "I've never had the pleasure of meeting you," he spoke his words a little louder, only joking with you now. If anyone was actually listening in to you two you were being more than obvious.
"Oh how I wish that were true," you leant up to whisper in his ear, before stepping away for him to spin you.
He pulled you back closer than before once you finished your twirl, stooping down to whisper back. "Now we both know that's a lie," you rolled your eyes, going to move away once again but his hold on you only grew tighter, "they're watching, I think it's time."
You just chuckled, as if he'd said something hilarious, before you got ready to change partners. Lorenzo didn't let go of your hand until the last second, and you stepped up to the next man, who was smiling at you already. You curtseyed to him, but when you looked up from your feet you saw Francesco beside the man, asking to cut in. Your partner agreed with an air of confusion about him, and your new one took your hands into his own.
"Couldn't wait your turn?" You teased, as you began to dance together, grinning at him.
"Not with you in that dress," he kept his voice low, his tone serious, smiling for a moment.
"It goes with your shirt quite nice, wouldn't you say?" You continued, glancing between the two fabrics.
Francesco let out a single breathy chuckle, before leaning in and lowering his voice. "How was your last dance partner?"
You studied him as he pulled away, his own gaze fixed on you. "Great. Although he was certainly following my lead," the insinuation of your words was clear, "and if we were to dance again I imagine I could lead him anywhere," you whispered your last sentence to him, and he nodded curtly.
"I'm sure he would be happy to dance again, soon," Francesco watched you carefully.
You nodded back. "Soon? As in a song or two?"
"Why wait?" he smiled, twirling you under his arm. Your heart sped up as you realised you had to figure a way to stop him now.
"Are you ready?" Your voice was serious, looking between his eyes to gage his reaction.
"Ready as I'll ever be," he glanced over to where Lorenzo was laughing with a new partner for a split second, before looking back down at the ground between your feet.
"You don't have to do this, you know," You told him, squeezing his hand slightly.
"That's where you're wrong. I do," he sighed. You opened your mouth to retort but he spoke again before you could. "You know how my uncle is. I don't have much of a choice." It was if a knife had been struck through your heart. He didn't have a choice. And you were going to punish him for that.
"What if you did?" You furrowed your brows, in desperate search for a different solution.
"I don't," he promised you, his voice unwavering and his grip on your hands right, "Besides, it will always come down to this. He's a Medici, I am a Pazzi," his voice was solid but his gaze was not. You decided that your plan with Lorenzo was probably still the best option for everyone involved. Lorenzo would be able to live and Francesco would be able to live with himself.
"Yes you are a Pazzi, but you are also so much more," You reached up to cup his cheek, and he melted into your touch, showing exactly how easy he was to mould to your will. You felt horrible, manipulating him exactly as he had been his whole life, but you couldn't let him kill Lorenzo. Your eyes locked and you felt him inching closer.
You were so focused on one another you didn't notice that you were supposed to have swapped partners. Both of your new ones stood waiting, but Francesco ignored them, taking your arm and beginning to lead you off of the dance floor, through the crowd and towards the hallway you had decided on. With your free hand, you slid your index finger into your pocket, retrieving some of the lip paint and smearing it over your lips to ensure it was fresh and would have its desired effect. As you did you glanced over your shoulder, looking for Lorenzo still on the dance floor, to see him already staring at you. You shared a look, so he knew to follow you after five or so minutes, to make sure you had already kissed Francesco and sealed his fate. Francesco stopped you after you walked through the doorway into the empty hall, standing just to the side of it, the wooden door now separating you from all the people.
"Francesco," your lips tickled as his name fell through them. Your hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him back towards you as your back rested against the wall. His hands fell to your waist as if they had done it a thousand times already.
"y/n," his gaze was steady on yours, "I've wanted this for so long," he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his hand coming to rest under your chin. You felt your body seize up as he did, your head spinning.
You were so close, tingles skipped across your lips as you leaned up towards him, watching for his reaction. He didn't move, his eyes fluttering as they tried to decide which of yours to focus on. You were millimetres from his lips, when he turned his head to the side, and you froze, glancing at him to see his expression was one of shame. You ignored the ironic déjà vu. You were more focused on your own confusion, you were certain he would kiss you. You felt dizzy at the rejection, until you realised it wasn't the rejection making you feel that way at all. Everything became fuzzy, and your stomach felt as though a hot spear had been shoved through it. Your brows furrowed, blinking forcibly, trying to focus your vision again. You hunched over from the pain, leaning against Francesco, until you lost your balance completely, falling to the side. His arms caught you right before your head could come into contact with the cool tiles of the floor. You looked up to him, forcing your eyes to focus, to see him staring back at you, brows knitted together in guilt and concern. As you looked up to him in confusion, the all too familiar sensation of everything going black began to grab at you. You desperately pushed through it, willing yourself out of it, but you no longer had feeling in your limbs.
"It's okay," he whispered, and those words had never been less comforting to hear. Why wasn't he helping you? Your weak voice tried to call out for him but you couldn't produce so much as a squeak.
Your eyes watered out of frustration, hearing footsteps approaching from down the hall. You were slipping more and more away as the seconds ticked by. Had Lorenzo come? You couldn't see past Francesco to confirm your hopes, but after a sharp jab to your jaw, you couldn't see anything at all.
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effervescentslut · 4 years ago
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how you meet | edward cullen
A/N: wowowow after being on Tumblr for 6+ years I would have NEVER imagined my first published writing to this site being Twilight dnvjdfjaskdlmfkl enjoy!! requests are open :)) I will write for Twilight (mainly the Olympic Coven, except Jasper romantically), Star Wars, and Harry Potter
Pairing: Edward Cullen x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff
Content Warnings: Reader gets unsolicited attention from teenage boys, swear words
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when you moved to forks after spring break because of your dad’s work, you’re unanimously nicknamed new girl™ by all of forks high school’s students
and consequently, you’re the new eye candy for your male peers
Forks boys are, well . . . neanderthals douchebags
the ones you’ve met are egotistical, super immature, and super HORNY
. . . you decide to keep your distance
aNyWaYs
you get smooshed into ap u.s. history
apush, baby, apush HAAAAA
the teacher points you to an empty seat next to some pale blonde dude
he gives off weird kid energy at first but then he politely speaks to you
“i’m jasper. welcome to forks” and gives you an acknowledging nod
his eyes are topaz!!!?? woooooooah that’s so cool is that like a genetic defect or smth??
aaaaand your teacher immediately assigns a PROJECT
a fuckin civil war project
you swear you see jasper’s pupils dilate
you hear a chuckle from behind you
and when you turn around you see a pale dude w a dark brown buzzcut and some blonde girl smirking beside him
you later find out that those are his siblings
his fuckin goofy ass siblings
anyways a few weeks pass
you pop in at your dad’s job @ forks hospital and see him chatting w a fellow physician
yet another pale dude with blonde hair 
JESUS HOW FUCKING MANY ARE THERE
you approach them and your dad embraces you in a hug
“heeeeyyyy sweet pea! how’s it goin’!” 
the doctor he was talking to looks at you fondly
“hello, i’m carlisle cullen” and offers you his hand to shake, which you do
“y/n, carlisle was just inviting us to his house later tonight for some dinner”
dr. hotpants puts his hands in his pockets and humbly grins
“my son jasper tells me you’re his classmate”
oh god he’s one of those pta dads, isn’t he??
“oh, yeah, he’s my partner in history”
he smiles, “that’s wonderful. my wife esme and i would love to have you both over as our guests. it’s not often we have company for dinner. and i’m sure the rest of my children would love to meet you, y/n”
jesus christ how many kids does this guy have?? he looks THIRTY
don’t worry, in the car your dad tells you they’re all adopted lmfao
✰✰later that night✰✰
their house is HUGE jesus fuckin christ
alice knows (well they all know) about you because of jasper
IMMEDIATELY loves you!!
“hi! i’m alice!!!”
WHOLESOME AS FUCK UGH
i’m EVAPORATING. i’m YODELLING. it’s fine :-)
you thought you weren’t gonna make any pals in forks bc of the weird horny teenage specimens but here we are ;-;
alice envelopes you into a tight hug and you, in shock, grasp her arms to acknowledge this affection
your dad’s chillin near carlisle and esme and he’s silently chuckling
oh . . . they all have black eyes now?? must be the weather
or the fluorescence
you wave at jasper, rosalie, and emmett
you notice the last sibling
he’s very handsome
to you, everything about him was attractive
his soft hair contrasted against his hardened facial features
you could tell he was socially reserved when it comes to new acquaintances, just like you
he physically isolates himself from his family once you and your dad arrived
he was standing alone near a corner away from everyone else
you make eye contact with him and his mental barrier breaks down
he loses his cool
his face contorts
his lips twist into puckered lines
he claps his hand over his mouth and vacates the room immediately, running up the stairs
everyone notices his sudden departure
his family is shocked but tbh not really
✰✰✰ eddy boy is a lil shy around girls sometimes ✰✰✰
carlisle breaks the impending doom of silence
“i apologize for edward leaving us so abruptly. he hasn’t been feeling well as of late; please excuse his absence. . .”
you awkwardly pretend like that never happened
you feel it in your gut that your presence disturbed him
and not only did you disturb him
but you disturbed him so bad that he had to leave
for why?? you don’t know
you then realize that everyone else in the room knows he left bc of you
. . . anyway you all sit down at the table but you and your dad are the only ones who have plates
your dad notices this too
“hey, aren’t you guys gonna eat too?”
esme grins warmly at him
“oh, don’t worry about us. we just wanted to welcome you to town!”
uhhh, ok ma’am
alice talks to you for almost the entire time you were eating ;-; i love her
you’re also talking to jasper, cracking some apush jokes
you, jasper, emmett, and rosalie talk shit about your classmates and teacher
“why the fuck -- *carlisle glares at emmett* -- heck did mr. whatshisface give us a project RIGHT AFTER BREAK???!!”
“and he paired y/n and jasper!! they’re civil war  n e r d s!! they’re gonna get the best grade” rosalie chimes in
“not if we--”
alice  ❀politely❀  tells them to stfu
you giggle
bonding with your new pals <33
allllllright so it’s a few days later
you’re walking home from school
it’s drizzling, as always, but you know that it’s gonna rain harder if you don’t get home fast enough
and some asshole
some persistent prick from your class
keeps flirting with you
he’s talking about how he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you since you came to forks
he’s insisting he has your phone number, that he’s gonna take you out on dates. . .
you hate it
you’re so uncomfortable but you can’t really do anything about it
s u d d e n l y
a car pulls up beside where you and the guy are walking on the sidewalk and screeches to a stop
the window is rolled down and you see a familiar face
it’s edward cullen
with one hand on the wheel, he looks at both of you and clenches his jaw
“get in”
even though he was undeniably weird a few weeks ago, you concede
you never got to speak to him, but you knew that edward was trustworthy
you practically launch yourself into his silver volvo c30™
he shoots a stone-cold glare to the jackass on the sidewalk and drives away
honestly, it wouldn’t take much for anyone (not just a mind-reading vampire) to know how uncomfortable you are after what just happened with that guy
your body language is tense
your arms are crossed tightly
your body is pointed towards the passenger window as your knees touch the door
tears are welling up in your eyes
it would be mere seconds until you fully broke down
you’re embarrassed, to say the least
you’re embarrassed that you were put in a vulnerable situation, like a damsel in distress
and of all people, the handsome and mysterious guy--
the handsome and mysterious guy you began crushing on
--who feels seemingly indifferent towards you swept you off your feet and helped you when you needed someone
that made things even more embarrassing
and the tears started streaming down your heated cheeks
edward immediately sensed your unease (hmm wonder why, but also who wouldn’t sense it???)
he’s pissed. 
absolutely livid
that asshole had a  d e a t h w i s h
he knew you didn’t want to address your unsolicited encounter, so . . .
*awkwardly clears throat* “are you enjoying the weather?”
you choked
you did not expect him to ask that
nor did you expect him to talk at. all.
you smile through your tears and laugh
you can’t help but laugh
he’s just so awkward and cute
his half-baked plan of indirectly distracting you definitely worked
you started to excitedly talk about the rain and how much you love gloomy, cloudy days
. . . and then the elephant in the room
the inevitable first impression from a few days ago
“i’m sorry for my behavior from our first meeting. i wasn’t feeling well, and i wouldn’t have wanted for you or your father to be affected by my illness”
you’re a little skeptical at first
buuuuut you give him the benefit of the doubt and dismiss his apology
“that’s okay. it’s allergy season, anyway. i’m glad you’re feeling better”
you have no idea how bad i wanted to make a spanish flu joke right there
a small, soft smile lifts the corners of his lips “i’m edward cullen”
you look at him and return the smile
t h e  t e a s i n g  e n e r g y
“i’m y/n”
the car approaches your house after time seems to have flown by
your dad looks at you both as he walks to his car to go to work
he waves at edward
edward smiles and waves back at him as he enters the car
you gratefully thank edward for the ride, careful not to dwell on the prior circumstances
as you open the passenger door, edward grabs your wrist
!!he grabs your wrist!!
he insists on being your ride to and from school from now on
you object and exit the car
but
b u t
edward smirks, leaning towards the open door
“i’ll see you in the morning, y/n” 
your jaw drops
and then he closes the door and speeds off
you watch him drive away and your heartbeat becomes arrhythmic 
a garden of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach
blood rushes to your cheeks once more
you smile to yourself before heading inside
secretly anticipating tomorrow morning :’)
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heyitsyn · 4 years ago
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Manager!Seijoh Part 2
a/n: lmao this is kinda weird for me but i think this was an interesting request so lets try it!
for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!
lowkey kyotani kentaro typa beat but you gotta squint (??)
also warning! angst!
anon request: Hii! I just read the seijoh manager headcannon you wrote, it made me cry so much, i love those seijoh boys so much, and you are such an amazing writer! I dont know if requests are open or not but i was wondering what would happen if the boys ever find out what happened to reader cha? If requests aren’t open or if you just don’t want to write about it, I completely understand! Thank you for your wonderful writing again! Stay safe!
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the stageplay was *chefs kiss* like MY MANS IWA WAS SERVING LOOKSSSS
soooooo
this might get really angsty idk so just a warning in advance
anyways
i mentioned in the earlier part that no one really knew what happened to you
so this one is when they DO find out what happened and what theyre gonna do about it
so first off, kyoken was basically the only one who saw you that day and saw how badly you looked
the thing is, at that current moment, he didnt really know the reason why and what happened
he had theories that you got jumped or you just got into an accident 
but he was prettttttyyyy sure you got beat up
so you went home and rushed to yanno, take a shower and get your wound treated and cleaned so that it would heal bc you really cannot afford to let the boys see that
they would think of the worst at the smallest sight of blood on you and you really didnt want to deal w that chaos at the moment
you cant let them get suspended from school since they were going to interhigh soon and you cant let oikawa and the boys ruin their reputations just for you
a first year girl theyve just met
it was kinda hard to rinse all of the milk from your hair but you were able to at least get the smell out and clean up your mess
then you looked in the mirror and saw faint handprints around your throat from that girl miyo and you cringed as you touched it
‘jesus christ, seriously what does she eat? bricks?’
after your clothes were in the wash, you went to bed to get homework done and also looking up how to use the concealer to hide your bruises 
you didnt really own any makeup but your mom has some so you could just use that
during dinner, you wore a turtleneck to prevent any suspicion from happening but you couldnt really hide the big gash on your face
‘y/n, what happened!’
‘i was dumb and accidentally fell up the stairs’
your parents shared a chuckle bc theyve actually seen you do this before so it was easy to believe the lie
‘darling, do we need to get you glasses? it seems your sight has worsened’
‘haha’
you went along with the joke but you weren’t eating and just pushed your food around
‘y/n? is the food not good?’
your mother asked but you shook your head with a convincing smile
‘its good! i just had some meat buns with the team earlier and i ate a lot so im still full’
you cursed at yourself for making it sound so rehearsed but you were relieved when your mother nodded
the next morning, you were satisfied with the reduced puffing of your face and you snuck into your parents bathroom where her makeup bag would be
as you held up the concealer, you started getting anxious because this was not the same shade as your skin and it would definitely raise suspicion if you had a different color on your neck than the rest of your body
you already planned to blame your wound as acne that you accidentally scratched but what were you going to do with the handprints?
the website you read said that it would take at least a day for them to fade
so you decided youd just wear a scarf and pretend you were cold
kunimi was confused as to why you had a scarf bundled around your neck and his eyes even widened at the sight of the bandaid on your face
‘y/n! what-!’
he shot up from his seat and your eyes widened before hissing at him to sit down
‘what happened to you?!’
he worriedly asked but you waved him off with a small smile
‘acne. this was the only available bandaid in my house so i had to work with this’
kunimi might be a lazy little shit but he was observant
and he noticed the way you said that sentence
it was like a robot
like a robot programmed to say what was written on its script
but before he could press on further, you already pointed out that the teacher was coming in and to hush so you could listen
the entire time, kunimi was awake alright, but he was too busy looking at you and a bright red thing that poked from the edge of your bandaid
kindaichi went to your classroom for lunch and you had to repeat your excuse for him but he pointed at another thing
‘why are you wearing a scarf? its like burning in here’
you didnt look at him as you just opened your bento
‘being in your period causes your temperature to fluctuate and cause unexplainable chill at even the hottest places’
okay what
they both shared a look and just shrugged, blaming it on your time of the month for the way you spoke with no emotion in your tone
this had to be the longest school day of your life
the whole time the scarf remained on and kunimi cant help but notice your flinches at the smallest of sounds
finally practice arrived and you really thought you could pull this off until oikawa barreled straight towards you and hugged you tightly
‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’ 
you cringed but nodded
‘im okay, oikawa-san’
‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’
‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’
*cue everyone busting a lung*
‘y/n, what’s the-’
‘acne. only bandaid available in my house’
eventually, everything was fine
you were still cracking jokes w the others and you were still laughing w them so kunimi and kindaichi were at ease
but that shattered when oikawa was being oikawa and was being all touchy and bothering you about the scarf around your neck that he ended up pulling it off and he saw the marks
he was silent, just staring at them
ofc you were freaking out and you started breathing heavily
oh god he found out and he was going to hurt them
‘o-oikawa-senpai, listen, it’s not what it-’
‘y/n’
his voice made your eyes shut in fear and the others crowded around you and they all had scandalized looks on their faces
‘is this why you werent in practice yesterday?’
his voice was sharp, a complete opposite to his normally cheerful tone
you shivered and sighed
‘senpai, please dont-’
‘who is it?’
the other third years shared a look bc they were truly shook at oiks voice
‘w-why should i tell you?! its none-’
‘i am your captain and i deserve to know who is pulling you away from your managerial duties so he could just give you these damn hickeys!’
the gym turned silent
you stopped then furrowed your eyebrows
‘hickey? what-’
‘dont act like you dont know, y/n. so just be honest and tell me who’s your boyfriend’
lmao i shouldnt laugh bc this was supposed to be sad but im cackling at how dumb oikawa really is sometimes
‘i-i,,,,’
you stuttered but you knew this was the perfect opportunity
you could just blame it on this ridiculous misunderstanding 
its a difficult hole to get out of but it would be easier than the other
so you pretended to be flustered and turned around to hide your face
‘it was a one-time thing, oikawa-san. i promise it wont happen again’
HELLO WHAT
the team was leaking the feeling of RAGE
how dare someone take their manager!
she was theirs!
and it doesnt help that every player might have a little thing for you
is this really turning into a harem
oikawa kept demanding answers but iwa hit him enough to quit and they finally went back to practicing but they were still distracted
every time they looked at you, they would grow flustered and red and end up missing a block or a serve
they just cant see their baby manager like that
you noticed it quickly and irritably got on them
‘stop staring at my neck and get back to practice!’
they flinched and saluted at you
lmao this little first year girl is able to control nearly a dozen <5′10 men who are all older than her
but you were glad that they finally stopped asking about it
this was going to go by smoothly and you were going to be okay
however,,,
several days later,,,
this is an angst fanfiction so i will bring thy angst
you were taking out your class garbage since it was your group’s turn in cleaning the classroom when you were grabbed by the arm on your way back
it was still outside and after school so it wouldve been an unlikely situation that someone would help you
it was that biatch miyo again and her 2 minions behind her
then you recognized one girl from the track team who was actually a year older than you but you saw her dropping off some files in the office
if you tried to run, she could easily grab you w her fast legs
great
you were stuck
you let out a tired sigh and crossed your arms on your chest
‘what is it you want from me, again?’
she smirked
‘you really dont know how to listen, do you? i told you to stay away from oikawa but youre still flaunting around with him!’
is she serious?
this girl was borderline stalker/yandere type of girl
you gave her an incredulous look and frowned
‘girl, do you hear yourself? you damn crazy and im leaving’
but she grabbed you back and shoved you against the wall
but this time, you kicked her on the chest to make her fall on her flat booty
surprise was written on their faces and you stretched your arms in front of you to symbolize distance
‘one more step and ill beat tf out of you. i just got my nails off so id watch it if i were you’
miyo huffed and stood up, brushing herself, glaring at one of the girls who tried to help her
then she remembered what you told her
‘hmm? if you hit me, you could be kicked off of the team since you hurt another student. so, go ahead, little kouhai’
she was right
even if it was self-defense, the school’s disciplinary section sucked and just suspended or kicked off people left and right even though they didnt do anything wrong
you were stumped
you were here on a scholarship, not on tuition
your mom would KILL you if she found out you got into a fight and got a record
but you didnt show that and kept your tough facade
‘dont challenge me. i could be a crazy bitch and i dont think youd like your little face being all messed up. so watch your mouth and leave me alone’
you turned to leave but she grabbed your hair and tugged it back
lmao flashbacks to the other part
she twisted your hair into a ponytail and had a firm grip while a girl kicked you behind your knees so you would fall to the ground
oh no you were done w this
you elbowed miyo on the stomach the hardest you could and she groaned which loosened her hold and you kicked her again to the ground
some other girl hit your side and you winced before slapping her straight across the face bc you didnt want to punch her and hurt your knuckles
but they were really testing you
the last girl still had your hair but you twisted around to face her and just did the last you could think of that would hurt
hit her right between her legs
you finally escaped their hold and miyo lunged after you
‘oh my god leave me alone!’
you yelled before holding up your arms to protect your face but she scratched your arms 
obviously you were losing this bc it was just you but you were going to fight as much as you can
‘bad kouhais need to be punished! your senpais need to teach you a lesson!’
miyo screeched and you grabbed her arm before punching her straight at the boob
sorry rebecca
however, one girl was smart and did the same thing you did to her knees and made you fall to a kneeling position and eventually made you curl into a fetal position
gurl we actually fighting so hard considering we’ve never been in a fight
they continuously kicked you before miyo pulled up your head so you could sit up and kneel in front of her
ofc you tried to grab at her and punch at her
but these other girls were able to catch you and trap your arms in their hold and had their feet on your legs so you couldnt kick
great, another bathroom scene
your arms were bleeding from miyo’s scratches and your sides were hurting after their kicks
you lost and you were already bleeding in places you didnt think you would
this would be the last attempt and if he doesnt come, you’re done for
‘IIIIIIWWWWWAAAAAAAA-SAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!’
your scream echoed throughout the entire are
possibly could be heard in new york
and your voice became hoarse
ofc the girls were surprised and caught off guard but when there was silence and clear that no one was coming, they started laughing
‘oh, so cute! iwa-san? is that supposed to be iwaizumi-san? heh, you whoring around w him too? thats so cute-’
‘LET. GO. OF. HER. NOW.’
I GOT CHILLS
the girls holding you shrieked and dropped their hold on you before scrambling back causing you to drop to the ground
miyo’s eyes were wide and there was horror all over her face at the voice of that infamous boy
kyotani kentarou
‘WHAT THE FK ARE YOU DOING?!’
he yelled and miyo turned around to be met with his piercing eyes before screaming and running away with her minions in tow
‘YEA RUN AWAY! FKING COWARDS!’
ltr the cursing is so awkward for me to do but this is his character and im just so awkward so sorry!!
you coughed and winced at the pain on your side which caught his attention
again, he noticed you as the manager of their team and you’ve been hanging out w him, well, just him staring at you, at the alley while you feed the animals
you were actually nice and caring and definitely didnt deserve this
‘oi, y-you okay?’
you didnt look up, just closing your eyes in pain and biting your lips to not let out the crying
his eyes softened at you and he noticed you were trying to act tough and brave even though you just got beat up
normally, he wouldnt even help anyone but it seems you just did something to him
he sighed before gently picking you up, you not even bothering to stop him, and he held you tightlyin his arms as he carried you to the nurses office
he had a feeling you didnt want to be seen like this and hes been in the nurse enough to know she actually leaves the moment school ends
you let out a shaky breath as he set you down on the cot and you opened your eyes to reach your hold for him when he went away
‘n-no, don’t leave-’
but he grunted softly before holding your wrist
‘im just getting your damn medicine. chill out’
lowkey getting bakugou vibes
you nodded and went to close your eyes again
kyo returned w some pain relief medicine from his bag that he carries 
babie actually gets into fights often and he needs it sometimes
and he had alcohol medicine kind istg and bandaids for your arms
it was silent as you drank the pills and he sat down next to you so he could treat the wounds
but he let his curiosity take over him
‘why the fk did you let them do this to you’
he grunted and you scoffed with a smile
‘let? more like overpower me and grip me as they just hit me’
‘cant you fight them back?’
you glared at him
‘bruh i literally kneed some girl in their cooch but they just some superhuman typa girls that cant be hurt’
he sighed
‘maybe you just werent strong enough’
okay listen here you lil shit
you didnt want to listen to him scold you anymore so you just went back to closing your eyes
but kyo is actually lowkey nosy so he kept asking questions
‘the first time we met. was it her too?’
you flinched in surprise
‘you remembered that?’
‘ofc i did. you looked like shit. not as bad as this but still like shit’
‘gee thanks, stranger-kun’
‘kyotani,,, kentarou’
you smiled
‘nice to meet you, kyotani kentarou. im l/n y/n’
‘i know’
he mumbled but you didnt catch it
‘thanks for hearing me and coming to help’
he hummed
he wasnt going to tell you that he actually heard the scream for his idol and thought hed be there so he ran to go see him but instead saw you
kyo just respects and looks up to iwa-chan so much it warms my heart uwu-
once you were all patched up, you were finally able to stand but you still staggered
he grabbed your arm softly and sat you back down
‘what the hell are you going to tell the team?’
you paused then sighed
‘i dont know. ill figure something out’
but he knew how observant the players would be and they would catch on
after all, he was there watching at the top bleachers as oikawa yelled at you for the ‘hickey’
‘if they didnt hit your face, you could get away with it. but you have wounds all over you and theyd find out. im guessing youre doing this bc you dont want to trouble them or burden them? bc they would do something about it?’
you just stared at this guy
‘how-’
‘just a guess’
he also wasnt going to tell you that he was actually part of the team but the constant fighting got him in suspension
and the fact that his parents were donors for the school, he only got a tap on the wrist
‘so what do i do, then?’
‘tell them-’
‘no i cant do that! another plan, kyo-kun!’
‘oi, im a second year, idiot. treat me with respect’
the irony bc he totally treats oikawa like trash
‘i just,,,, oikawa-san is seen as this prince/gentleman type and i know how protective he is towards me so the slightest problem could cause him to be ballistic. miyo is popular enough to circulate rumors about him and hes already in his third year and she is too so i just have to endure one year until theyre gone’
kyo was disgusted
all this for that stupid idiot captain?
‘youre dumber than i thought’
you weakly hit him at the arm
‘so mean, kyo-san’
‘i dont think its right youre suffering for someone who isnt even worth it’
you glared and linked your fingers together
‘im the manager. i knew this would happen the moment i signed up but i didnt care. as manager, i have to keep up the team’s image and their popularity for support so i cant let all that be ruined just bc a little first year girl couldnt fight for herself’
‘just tell them, kid. less problems’
then he stood up to leave
‘kid?! im only a year younger than you! what you mean!’
but you were panicking
someone knew about you being hurt and they could easily tell the team
and it only increased when he entered the gym and later introduced himself as a player
you were so surprised that you stopped breathing
‘kyo-san,,,’ 
you muttered and he glared at you
well, more like look at you but i have a theory that kyo actually has problems w his sight so it looks like he’s glaring at you constantly but hes just actually trying to see clearly
‘yo’
oikawa was surprised at this interaction
‘eh? you know kyoken-chan?’
you nodded, still looking at the blonde
‘i-uh’
‘its none of your business’
kyotani grunted and you sighed in relief
maybe your secret would be safe
you were still uneasy about him accidentally revealing it, especially since he practically worships iwaizumi-san, but he kept his mouth shut
your caring personality at first was overbearing on him but he appreciated your efforts like volunteering on helping him with his eyeliner or asking him if he needed help with his medical tape
ngl, he also thought you were there just bc it was a team full of guys and you thought you could have that weird girl fantasy of having a harem
but you cared for them like practically a mother and continuously made it clear to oikawa that you were NOT interested in going on a date with him
you werent annoying, you were nice, and you weren’t pushy so he actually showed you respect and took a liking to you
this created a soft of protectiveness around you
sometimes, he would see you around school and he would practically glare at the girls he knew hated you
and when he wasnt there to protect you, you would call him to the nurses office where he would mumble apologies of not being there while patching you up before he would go over and threaten them to touch you again and he would bite their fingers off
aww hes so cute
ofc he still kept your secret bc it wasnt his business to tell 
until that one day
it was normal practice with you helping the boys toss the balls so they could spike it
iwaizumi spiked it really hard making you flinch and he apologized profusely after you almost fell off the chair you were standing on in surprise
‘im just angry that that damn shittykawa is the captain and is late to his own damn practice’
oikawa? late?
that was unheard of
you were about to get off the chair and look for him when the devil himself entered the gym with the devil’s mistress on his arm
miyo was holding on to his arm as he laughed at something she said and ruffled her hair
you dropped the ball and kyotani quickly moved to you so he could stand in front of you protectively
‘oi! shittykawa! youre late!’
oikawa just smiled and pointed at the girl
‘miyo-chan made us cookies, iwa-chan!’
at the mention of food, the boys ran forward but you and kyotani remained at the side at the infamous name
you got off the chair and hurriedly placed an arm in front of him
‘don’t, kyo-san’
‘the bitch-’
‘i know. but please, dont’
you begged and he huffed before aggresively wrapping an arm around your shoulder
aggressively cares for you
‘if she does something or even talks shit, i will-’
‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan! come here!’
oikawa called but kyotani snarled at him
you smile wobbled when miyo’s eyes narrowed at you and she smirked
‘oh? your manager is so cute, oikawa-kun!’
the rest of the team was just blinking at this weird tension
kyo had his arm tightly around you and hatingly glaring at this girl, who was icily smirking at you, and you tightly holding kyo’s shirt with a worried glint in your eyes
‘you were late to your own damn practice, oikawa. stop wasting time eating this shit and go back to playing’
tbh it still shocks you at how rudely kyo talks to oikawa but you were too pre-occupied on making sure this kid wasnt going to lunge at this girl
‘a-ah, right. oikawa-san, we have to return to practice. if you excuse us, miyo-san-’
you were about to gently grab oikawa’s arm to bring him back when she grabbed your wrist and secretly gripped it
‘oh, dont be so uptight, y/n-chan! i worked so hard-’
but kyo immediately snatched her hand away from you and squeezed it as tight as he could, making her wince
oikawa noticed the pain in miyo’s face and he was angry that kyotani was hurting a girl
‘oi! kyotani!’
he shouted and pushed him away, making the team, even iwa, worriedly look at kyo and brace themselves for the beating
iwa jumped into action and held the second year back while you jumped in front of oikawa
‘kyo-san, calm-’
‘you! be quiet’
he shouted, finger pointing at you
‘and you!’
before pointing to oikawa
‘you are a shitty captain’
‘kyotani!’
iwa was just straight out confused and hes really questioning life decisions right now
mom is stressed and confused, i repeat, MOM IS STRESSED AND CONFUSED
oikawa’s eyes narrowed but he just calmly talked
‘we’ll talk about this later’
‘miyo-san, we really need to practice so if you could see yourself out’
iwa gently smiled to the girl, who was about to protest, but makki and mattsun has already pointed to the door
she huffed then turned to leave and once she was gone, iwa let go of kyotani
‘kyotani, what the hell was that’
oikawa lowly asked and you were about to put your arms out to separate them but yahaba and watari grabbed you so you wouldnt be caught in the middle
then kyo turned to you, fire in his eyes
‘either you tell him or i will’
can we just talk about how protective kyo is?
you trembled and you roughly left yahaba and watari’s grip so you could gently place your hands on his chest
‘please, kyo. just leave it, okay? remember, it’s my busi-’
‘if i see that bitch enter this gym again, i dont give a flying fuck if shes a girl. ill beat the living daylights out of her’
‘kyotani kentarou, what-!’
oikawa shouted but your glare shut him up
‘y/n-chan, what is going on’
‘n-nothing. kyo-san is just, yknow, being him. you know? okay. now lets get back to practice, everyone!’
coach irihata and the other guy sharing that look
to say the least, miyo was pissed
and when she was pissed at you, she always did what she normally does
she corners you wherever its deserted and beat you with the help of her minions who holds you down while she slaps, hits, or kicks you
girlie you needs to tell the boys youre literally getting hit and abused and im just-!!!!!!!!!
and thats exactly what she did
only this time, she wore hard-tipped shoes
‘see, y/n-chan? i saved up and got these shoes just for you!’
the minions were just sharing looks of fear and genuine sympathy for you
they were only there bc she blackmailed them with pictures doing questionable things and if they dont help, they would be released
as usual, you didnt cry, biting your lip as you winced from the pain of her kick at your side
‘youre so pathetic. how could you do this to a person? and all this for your oikawa-san? for a boy?’
you wheezed at her causing her eyes to flare
‘HAH?! SAY THAT AGAIN!’
‘i said-’
but you were cut off when she slapped the soul out of you
her ring cut you at the lip and you cringed at the taste of blood from your lip
‘what else? we gotta hurry this up, miyo, because practice started like 5 minutes ago and im going to get yel-’
‘SHUT UP!’
kyotani entered the gym after his talk with his teacher and immediately looked around for you
his honey brown eyes scanned the area and they widened as your figure wasn’t in sight
‘oi, yahaba, wheres the manager’
the boy shrugged from the side 
‘i dont know. shes late though’
oh god
‘kindaichi! kunimi! youre in the same grade right? did you see where she went after class?’
kunimi paused to remember before answering
‘she stayed after to talk to obe-sensei for the homework, that’s all i know’
that meant she stayed behind and was probably somewhere
‘SHIT!’
he shouted before bolting out the door
ofc the boys were all worried of his outburst and started yelling after him
‘kyotani!’
‘kyoken-chan?!’
they followed him, who was running as fast as he can
the girls would probably do it outside to avoid having to clean up their mess and he almost wrenched the door open in a hurry to take a lap around the school building
it was certainly a sight to see: a boy with dyed blonde hair and two brown lines followed after an entire volleyball team who were screaming after him
‘YOU-!’
he heard that bitch voice and bolted towards the back, where the dumpster was, and found you at the same position like the first time he saw you
blood was dripping on the floor from your busted lip and a cut on your cheek while your eyes were wide at the sight of kyotani’s panting form
‘kyo-!’
‘kyotani!’
your eyes watered at the sight of the entire volleyball team behind him, also eviqualiently surprised yet fuming angry
the girls who held you dropped your arms and ran for the hills so they wouldnt get caught
kyo pushed miyo aside as he grabbed you from the floor and held you
oikawa gave miyo a look that cannot even be described in words
all it was: incredibly, super, ridiculously, heatedly, furiously, angry
now multiply that by the entire team
‘hm, my father, who is the chieftain of the police, mentioned about there being jail time for even minors who commit serious acts like assault or bullying’
mattsun seethed
‘really? i think he’d like the video as evidence against kenta miyo for assault and battery, including bullying, so how many years would that add up to? nearly a decade?’
the girl miyo squeaked as oikawa and iwaizumi roughly grabbed each wrist
‘how long’
miyo trembled at the increased pressure on her wrist
‘IM ASKING YOU A FUCKING QUESTION! HOW LONG!’
iwaizumi has never shouted at a girl before and hopefully, it would be the last
‘s-s-since l-last month’
you burrowed your head in kyotani’s shirt
‘please dont’
‘shut the fk up, y/n-chan, we’re not talking to you right now’
oikawa coldly reprimanded
‘everyone, take y/n away. iwaizumi and i can take care of this. but mattsun, makki, track down those 3 girls and find others who have even touched our manager’
‘got it, boss’
if it was in a different situation, you wouldve applauded oikawa at his ability to be a leader but you were currently in pain from the bruises and the cuts all over you
your fellow first-years were angrily punching things in the nurse’s office
rip nurse in the morning when she finds holes all over her walls
the irony is, the most agressive one, kyotani kentarou, was the calmest as he quietly cleaned your wounds and placed ointment on the bruises
‘i told you so’
he mumbled and you scoffed
‘howd you find me anyways?’
‘dumb bitch yaps really loud’
he answered
no one was yelling at you and no one was saying a word
eventually, oikawa and iwaizumi entered followed by the rest of the third years
‘why. why didnt you tell us, y/n?’
oikawa asked as he sat down on the chair beside the bed
you looked down and fiddled with your fingers
‘if i did, you wouldve hurt her. and she wouldve spread rumors about you and ruin the image and reputation of the grand king and the volleyball team. i didnt want to do that to you and thought i could just endure it one year since youre graduating anyways’
iwaizumi sucked in a harsh breath
‘you wouldn’t have known what we were going to do. you are no oracle and you dont know how we are going to handle this situation. so you were really stupid for keeping these things to yourself, y/n. you may be our manager and our caretaker but let us take care of you too’
you nodded but your tears fell
‘sorry. im really sorry. i didnt meant to trouble you’
‘stop apologizing, y/n’
‘sorry’
‘y/n!’
you bowed your head low and bit your lip in guilt
‘i shouldve told you but i didnt and now everyone is troubled-’
‘we’re a team, y/n. youre not a lone wolf anymore. you have a pack standing right beside you’
watari mumbled and he sat down to give you his favorite hug: the one arm hug
‘im super angry right now and it might seem like im snappy but i really want you to know, y/n, that i really love you and i am just hurt that you didnt trust us enough to tell us you were suffering when i trust you with my entire being. so next time youre hurting or in pain, dont you dare keep it to yourself. tell us, okay? tell your senpais and friends about it so we can share that burden’
oikawa babie you are so mature like what-
what started out as a hug from watari turned into a team hug around the tiny bed, even kyo joined, and you were so happy you found a good team that appreciated you and everything youve done and accepted you as one of their own
‘oikawa-san, what did you do to miyo?’
‘again, im mad y/n-chan, so please dont talk about her right now’
‘iwa-san?’
‘dont use those puppy eyes on me! dont you dare-- okay, we’re pressing charges’
silence
‘WHAT?!’
‘and iwa-chan slapped her!’
‘WHAT?!’
‘shut up shittykawa you did too!’
‘WHAT?!’
a/n: this hurted a bit and im sorry if this was lowkey awkward and all over the place but i didnt exactly know how to portray this situation since ive never experienced this, just bullying in general, before but for those who have, please tell someone so that you dont have to carry that burden by yourself. it doesnt have to be a your parents, but talk to a trusted adult so that this type of stuff doesnt happen to you bc you truly dont deserve that type of treatment and deserve to be happy and feel safe in an environment like school or anywhere in general
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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years ago
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y/n's new to the giant busy crowds of new york so she wanted to ask someone for help
pairing: peter x fem!reader
status: strangerz
Warning: shy reader (idk if this is a warning but just in case)
y/n's POV
new york sure is loud, like really really loud. but thankfully i found a park or something so i can relax a bit and really look at my map. i couldnt understand a thing. seriously how do people use a thousand subways just to get to one place?
after a few minutes i gave up and tried to ask someone for help which isn't very fun for me considering i barely talk to strangers...too shy for all of that but my familly will murder me if i wasnt home by 6 and most importantly im STARVING. hmm lets see, a mom and her toddler? nah shes probably busy as it is trying to stop her little boys tantrum, the old man in the bench infront of me? yeah why not- nope his ice cream just spilled on his shirt poor thing. i wanted to help him out but someone already did, a boy i think wait no he looks older maybe my age?  i dont know, i can only see his back, his hair looked cute though soft, brown, light, did I mention soft?- ok y/n stop it.
"Damn it!" The old man cursed "should've gon for the vanilla" he shook his head, I laughed his comment, he 'should've' gotten vanilla coz his t-shirt was white and it wouldn't stain that much *laughing* ugh so wholesome
I heard another voice, a much younger voice. I looked up from my god damn map to meet the back of the boy who's helping the guy out, laughing at what he said. His laugh is cute too
"But chocolate tastes better sir, I think you made a great choice" he wiped the excess now I know chocolate ice cream off the old mans shirt
"I always make the right choices kid, the names Stan" the once grumbled old man, smiled just from an act of kindness by a boy my age, he held his hand for him to shake
"Peter, Peter Parker sir" he shook his hand and smiled he said something to Stan which made him laugh. I giggled from their interaction just happy from what I've witnessed. for some reason I find guys my age helping others attractive it really shows me how good of a person this guy is, it makes me feel like not all boys my age are bad, I don't know hopefully I'll see him soon
*A/N: YES IM PUTTING A STAN LEE CAMEO IN HERE, if you didn't ask...The old guy I'm talking abt is Stan lee ;)*
After looking at my map a billion more times to try and not talk to people I gave up again and kept looking around, since there wasn't anyone else in this side of the park I decided to walk, if I'm staying for a while might as well get some exercise am I right?
I walked for a few minutes until I found a group of benches again so I looked for someone unoccupied, not sketchy, and hopefully is in a good mood, till i found a beautiful woman probably in her 40s or something ( but she looked amazing though)
she seemed nice as well, she just had that vibe to her so i decided to ask her, yayy can you feel the sarcasm?? I'm TERRIFIED
she was sitting on the bench, lifting her glasses every once in a while to read the book she had in her hand. i slowly walked up to her, nervous. what should i tell her? that im new to the area and if i couldnt find a Mcdonalds soon ill turn into the next hulk? the nerves seemend to fade away once we we locked eyes, she had brown welcoming eyes, a smile ill probably never forget plastered on her face.
"hello sweetie, what can i do for you?" her voice was like honey sweet, and calming as well.
"oh uhm sorry to bother you but i- i am kinda lost and i-i cant find a burger place kind near the are-" i was a stuttering mess! But thankfully i got interrupted from humiliating myself...by the- who is this guy? Oh wait! That's the guy that helped the old man! Peter? Yeah Peter, Peter Parker
"sorry i took a while aunt may, theres this old guy named stan, he spilled his ice cream all over his shirt so i decided to help him and i bought him a new one! should we go..." the boy trailed off, he looked cute not gonna lie, he had the same features as the woman infront of me, brown eyes, soft brown hair, and a kind spirit definitely. "s-sorry was i interrupting something?" he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed
"no its okay peter, this lovely lady right here is just lost would you be a doll and help her? im bad at maps as it is" she laughed pointing at me. the second he looked at me blood rushed to my cheeks, he really was cute. i gave him a small wave and a barely audible 'hi' but luckily he picked it up and replied with a 'hey'
"i-im"
"Peter, yeah I know. Kinda heard saw helping the guy out. That's really sweet of you...what you did" I blushed "a-a-anyways I'm y/n" I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans to take the sweat off quickly before he shook them.
"Uh nice to meet you too?" he fiddled with his hands his smile growing bigger with every second he looked at me "y-you needed help?" He asked blushing and also eyeing may like he's frustrated from her or something, I laughed at his face and opened the map in my hands
"Uhm, well i-I'm supposed to go to the 21st street 3rd Avenue or somethig by 6 coz my parents will kill me if I was late since were new here, but I think there's enough time to go find some burger place or something since I'm starving and there should be a Macdonalds around the corner right? Oh my god I'm so sorry I'm rambling...I do that a lot when I'm frustrated.....and hungry haha" I nervously laughed mentally kicking myself for being such an idiot to a boy I potentially liked
"Oh no no, I don't mind. So uh you live in queens?" He started off smiling a bit, I was scared for a second since i didn't tell him about that part how would he know that?
"Oh uhm, I'm from queens and the 21st street 3rd Avenue is in queens" he probably got nervous since he saw my slightly frightened face, but it softened once I knew that he wasn't a creepy stalker or some shit
"Y-yeah yeah queens, sorry" why the the fuck am I apologizing?
"No it's fine, you don't need to worry. You probably couldn't find the 21st because you held the map upside down?" he chuckled flipping the map and I just died in embarrassment like can the floor eat me or something?
"I'm such an idiot oh my god" I face palmed and laughed a little the world has something against me I am sure of it
"No you're not, you're new to the busy subways and noisy streets it's fine" he assured me and continued on chuckling, can this day get any worse? "well ironically there isn't a burger place near this area" well great "but t-theres this deli sandwich shop that I always g-go to, uhm I don't know if you'd like that but it's uh really good" he squeaked red swarming to his cheeks and the tip of his ears
"He can show you, if you want? Since you're new and everything he'll be happy to help" the woman buts in smirking, turns out she's been listening to our conversation than reading her book. She sent Peter a wink and packed her stuff
"But what about the library may, you said you wante-"
"It's ok Peter, just come home before 7 and be safe!" She patted his shoulder and gave me a smile. It all happened so fast but I smiled back. Guess I'm gonna go eat with a handsome stranger?
"Well uhm sorry about my aunt" he cleared his throat "wanna g-go grab a sandwich? It's like 10 minutes away and uh we have like" he checked his watch " 3 hours before it turns 6 so plenty of time..." he trailed off, I could either decline and not explore with a cute boy and get lost again? Or risk it and potentially get kidnapped....yeah the answer is pretty obvious
"..uhm yeah sure, let's go" I ushered him taking the map and stuffing it in my bag "well, after you"
I'm thinking of doing a part 2 idk 🤷🏻‍♀️
Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!
-quacksonlover
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moon-goddess-posts · 4 years ago
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Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction and I decided to write kaeya first because I just love him sm 😭😭😭😭 anyway hope you guys enjoy! Zhongli is up next. I'm also new to Tumblr so idk how this works LMFAO
Kaeya x Gn reader
Fluff, kaeya is weird but its ok cause he warms up to you, didn't proof read this cause it was 1am
You were walking around the streets of mondstadt, you always loved the night and decided to come out for some fresh air. Lost in thought, you were reflecting on your first moments here and how the handsome calvary captain gave you a tour of the city. You were an adventurer from Fontaine seeking to do research on all the 7 regions. Mondstadt was the first region on your list. You've heard most of it from stories on barbatos and how he saved mondstadt, but you'd love to meet the people and all the certain flowers that were around. You finally arrived at the front gate and the guards gave you a warm welcome. The city air was fresh and everything had a carefree warm feel to it. "This truly is the city of freedom" you thought to yourself and smiled. Having everything written down on your notebook, you decided to try out the foods that were common here. "What can I get for you today?" The women spoke as you came up to the counter. You took out your notebook and chose a dish. "I'll take one chicken mushroom skewer please, ah would I also ask for your name if you don't mind?" You gave a friendly smile. "My name is Sara, worker at Good Hunter! Your food will be right up. I see you arent around here." "Nice to meet you Sara, im actually traveling the 7 regions for my art pieces and mondstadt just happened to be my first one. I would love to know some tourist attractions around here, would you happen to know a guide?" It was nice to see a conversation going well especially since you were never really the best at conversations. But you wanted to hurry up because your social battery was draining fast. "Id love to be your guide" and unfamiliar voice came to the right and you shot your head to that direction. His appearance was definitely different from the rest of the citizens but looked really attractive either way. He was leaning against the booth almost giving off an intimidating nature underneath the layers of charming. "Really? That would be great, thank you so much! And uhm your name is...?" Depsite the oddness you got from him, you did your best to continue the conversation as normally as possible. "Kaeya, Knights of Favionus, happy to be your guide dear" his sudden pet name made you flitch but you pushed it off "So where are we going first dear calvary captain" you gave him a teasing remark as you smirked. He chuckled "well obviously I wouldn't be a good tour guide if I didn't show you the Barbatos statute first." "Ah of course haha" you gave him a nervous chuckle. "Is there any other reason you decided to come here other than to just "explore"" You thought he ease dropped on your conversation, and even so he still didn't find you that trust worthy. "Well I'm a pretty well known artist where I'm from, but besides just coming here to make art I also decided to write a few poems for each region. If you'd want I can show you my works" you smiled happily and his cold attitude started to fade just a bit. "You can show me once we get to the next place, feel free to draw me then too ♡" it wasn't the best first impression but at least he didn't feel as hostile anymore. You and Kaeya finally made it to the statue and it was more beautiful in person than your thoughts could ever imagine. Ideas started to flow through your brain on how to paint it. "Wow its so...." you were at a lost for words. "Breathtaking isn't it?" Kaeya finished your sentence and you flahsed him a small smile and nod. "Yeah it is, ill be sure to mark it down as the first place to paint. Maybe if you'd like, you can give it to the Acting Grandmaster as a token of my thanks for having me here" "Such a kind hearted soul arent you? I'll be sure to inform her." Kaeya patted your head and walked off, assuming he was leading you to the second destination, you started to follow him. "You should stop by the tavern Cats Tail sometime tonight, I can tell you more about this place and if you'd like, more about me," You saw this as an opportunity for more research on the area, and maybe get to know Kaeya a bit more, he truly was an interesting person, so you
accepted. "I'll be sure to make it around 18:00 or 19:00!" The next destination included a beautiful tree, lake, and another small statue of barbatos. You thought it was truly magnificent, especially how the sun hit the leaves all so perfectly giving it a warm glow. "This place is Windrise. Its often associated with love and is one of the most well know spot for dates." He winked at you and you looked away, not really sure what to do. "Is that so? I can see why. Its very beautiful." You did your best not to stutter from how flirty he was being. "This statue here is for offerings. You find anemoculous and you offer them to the statues. In return, you get a gift from the God." "Oh! We have on of those where I'm from as well, but its a different person." You weren't really sure why you wouldn't tell him where you were from, maybe it was because he was super analytical, or the whole predator with its prey vibe he got going on. "There are 7 types of statues that represent the 7 archons, would it be ok if you'd tell me where you're from? I'm just so interested in you." He gave a flirty smirk and you couldn't help but blush a little bit. "Uhm I'm from Fontaine, if you couldn't tell by the clothes. Its quite similar to Mondstadt, but I find it here to be more peaceful and calming than there." "Fontaine huh? I've heard people live the luxury over there. Very formal." He laughed a bit, part of him was right but it wasn't all that good as he was making it sound. "Hmm I guess you could say that, my parents were pretty well off but I can't say much about the rest." Your gaze drifted off to the forming sunset and you wondered if you should head back soon. "Ill head back, ill tell you more about the attractions tomorrow. Don't forget our date tonight deary..." He waved goodbye and walked off. "Deary.." you said to yourself, he flattered you very much but all of it seemed off in a way. You didn't think to much about it and decided to head back too. Your memories of your first interaction with Kaeya was over once you heard someone call your name. A familiar voice that was. "Y/n!" Kaeya called out. Automatically knowing who it was, you turned around to be greeted by a fine tall man dressed in blue tones "Hi Kaeya!" "I dont think its a good idea for a pretty lady like you to be walking out so late at night." He sounded amused but you were over it. "Oh cut it out captain, I know you were just swooning some girls a couple minutes ago." "Haha so what, you jealous?" "Dont flatter yourself, why would I be jealous anyway? Feelings like those are just a waste of time" you hated to admit that you were just a tiny bit jealous. You weren't sure how your crush on the calvary captain formed but it did and it didn't seem to be going away any time soon. Part of you thought maybe he already knew and he was just toying with you. Or maybe he was oblivious to it, thinking no one could love such a person like him. Either way, you still kept these feelings inside. "There's no shame in bearing emotion, love, its just our nature. And for a while I think you've been feeling pretty intense emotions about a certain someone..." His hand tilted your chin so you could face up to him. Shoot did he know? How was that possible? Was I that obvious? You thought to yourself, you weren't sure how you were going to get out of this situation. "I...I-its nothing that concerns of you" you broke eye contact but you knew kaeya wasn't letting up. "A lie to a lier is no stranger, but if you wish to keep your secrets then who am I to cross such a boundary." He back off from you and you started to breathe again. You wanted to tell him so bad. How much you loved and cared for him, how much you so desperately wanted to be there for him no matter what situation. You were willing to take risks for him if it meant that one day you would forever be together. But maybe you thought the image you had of him was wrong. You knew well enough his flirty nature was never sincere, and how he was hiding something much darker then you ever wanted to imagine. Even so, you still wanted your
thoughts of him to become right. So before he walked off again you mustered up the courage. "Kaeya wait! I, I do actually want to tell you something." He looked surprised now but intrigued. "Ever since we met, there was always something different about you. It always left me wanting to know more and over the years I did learn more about you. But then I started feeling these weird emotions and having thse weird thoughts like thinking maybe one day we could be together...or knowing the real you even. I know you say less than you lead on but I felt like I'd be willing to take extreme risks to know who you actually are. I feel so safe around you and I always smile at those good memories we have. I dont know if this is called love, I dont know fully what love is but you're special enough for me to be having these feelings." Thats it, you let everything out. Awaiting for rejection, you began to panic when the silence held for what seemed like an eternity, until you heard him walking toward you. He held your chin again and gave you a look you've never seen before. A mix of admiration, and happiness. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip and you tensed up. "Kaeya...." Before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a kiss. A new feeling started to arise and your whole body began to feel hot. Euphoria was coursing through your veins and you felt like you were going to fall without Kaeyas support. He was so warm, so intoxicating. You couldn't even feel where you were or he was, it all just became a bundle of sensations and happiness. You couldn't tell how long you both had kissed for but you were the first one to pull away as your breath began to shorten. "As much as a flirt as I am, I dont do well communicating my actual emotions. So id prefer to show them through my actions. I cant say it right now, but I hope that helped you realize what my answer is." He pulled you into a hug and you buried his face into his fur jacket. Already knowing his answer, you breathed a sigh of relief
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diyunho · 5 years ago
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The Joker x Reader -”What Death Tastes Like”
Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; the young woman didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late. Y/N always had a fascination for the much older King of Gotham and despite the consequences, maybe it’s finally time to do something about it.
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“Hi daddy,” Emma enters the kitchen and you follow, immediately greeting The Joker.
“Hello Mister J.”
“Pumpkin,” he acknowledges his daughter. “Miss Crane,” he growls at your presence and you can’t help it:
“I like your purple shirt Mister J; makes you look ravishing.”
“Oh yeah?” he scoffs, used to the 22 year old throwing this kind of stuff his way on a regular basis.
“Definitely!” you approach and point at his can of grape juice. “Can I take a sip?”
“Since when you like grape juice?’ The Clown Prince of Crime frowns but hands over the container anyway.
“I don’t,” you taste the sweet liquid and continue: “I just wanted to touch something your lips touched.”
“That’s a new one!” he rolls his eyes and snatches back his drink while Emma closes the fridge in a hurry, appalled you always flirt with her father.
“Keep her on a leash!” J advises his offspring and you snicker as she pushes you out of the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you say those things to him!” Emma gives you a nudge on the hallway, amused and horrified in the same time. “He could be your dad!”
“But he’s not,” you wink, dodging her grip. “He could be my daddy though!”
“You shameless jerk!!” she laughs and starts chasing you. “How dare you??!!”
“He’s really hot for being 40-ish!” the enthusiastic Y/N teases more, speeding up so she won’t get caught. “I’m going to marry him and I’ll be your step mom. You’ll have to call me mommy!”
“Whaaaattt??!!” Emma shouts and The King of Gotham shakes his head because he can still perceive your aberrations: the truth is he’s uncertain if that’s all they are, thus the dilemma J doesn’t care to solve regardless.
You quickly run into Emma bedroom and snatch a pillow in order to protect yourself from her attack.
“I love your dad!” you grin and she keeps relentlessly hitting you with her fluffy cushion, annoyed:
“I hate you!! I totally hate you!!!”
You suddenly start coughing and your best friend halts her rampage, concerned.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Where’s your med?”
You pull the vial out of your jean’s pocket and she opens it while your cough intensifies; Emma fingers tremble at the sight of blood stains on the palm of your hand.
“Here, take this. Two?”
“Y-yes,” you struggle to talk and swallow the tablets, finding it difficult to calm down without the remedy you failed to ingest earlier before the worse happened.
“Come’ere,” she carefully sits you on the bed and begins wiping the red spots off your skin with a clean tissue. “There you go… Deep breaths, OK?” the young woman urges on the verge of crying: although she’s used to your episodes, she can’t cope with the thought of losing her best friend.
Scarecrow’s daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn’t discriminate against her age; she didn’t show worrisome symptoms until it was too late.
“Better?” Emma analyzes your face and you can tell how upset she is, that’s why you try to distract her the best way you know how.
“Is your dad wearing a new cologne?”
“Huh?”
“He smells sooooo good, I swear I get this uncontrollable desire to kiss him all over,” you cough a bit more and she slaps your thigh, outraged.
“Would you stop it???!!!”
“I think he’ll miss me when I’m gone,” you playfully giggle. “Who else would flirt with an old man in his 40’s?!”
“Stupid girl…” Emma’s voice quivers since she doesn’t like to be reminded you’ll leave her. You both are silent for a few moments before she gathers the strength to continue the planned evening.
“I’m going to prepare you a nice, warm bath, then we’ll tag along with my dad at his Neon Devil club, alright?” she pouts and you don’t have the heart to admit you don’t feel like going out anymore.
“Sure… … sounds perfect,” you sigh and underline. “Only if I can spend some time alone with Mister Joker in the VIP section.”
“You’re incorrigible,” Emma concludes and you won’t quit.
“I didn’t say anything bad, you’re the perv for thinking indecencies regarding a man and a woman…alone… in the luscious VIP room… a few drinks… music blasting… attractiveness mooing to be unleashed…”
“Mooing???” she burst out laughing, forgetting she was about to admonish on your crazy ideas…again.
“Yup, mooing…” you proclaim with delight. “It’s a very sexy term, won’t you agree? … … Sexy like your dad!” you immediately blur out and stomp towards the bathroom while she hunts you down with the only purpose of shutting down the outpour of nonsense flowing out of you.
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Neon Devil Club, 10:36pm
“Are you going to dance?” Emma’s red cheeks pop up next to you.
“No, not tonight. Don’t worry, I’m having fun!” you point at the two empty cocktail glasses in front of you, still working on your third one. “I think I might call it a night soon, I’m tired.”
“OK, Y/N. Let me know when, we’ll both go!” she yells over the deafening tune.
“Stay and have fun, I can get a ride!” you glare at The Joker sitting at the bar a few inches away from you, totally absorbed by his text messages.
“Are you sure?” Emma hesitates and you poke J’s arm in order to get his attention.
He finally looks up and his daughter pleads:
“Daddy, can you take Y/N back to our house when she’s ready? I want her to be there when I return, this way we can gossip after the wild intercourse I’m gonna have with one of these lucky guys!”
The Clown Prince of Crime stares at her, displeased with the comments.
“Hilarious,” he growls and she jumps up and down, excited to see Bane’s son in the crowd.
“Don’t get mad, daddy!” she pecks his cheek. “I’m joking… Maybe…” Emma chuckles at his grumpiness and you are proud of her achievement in mocking the forever serious Joker: despite the nickname, the green haired menace is not the epitome of joyfulness.
“Are you supposed to have alcohol with the medications you’re taking?” he gestures at your cocktail.
“Nope,” you serenely confess and guzzle down more. “I’m a burden to my father and he doesn’t even know it,” you sniffle and J senses something strange about your affirmation. “He locks himself in the lab for days, researching on ways to overcome my terminal cancer. Did you know Evelyn left him two weeks ago?” you ask and The King feels cornered; you’re probably tipsy and in mood to chat while he’s not. “She’s perfect for him and he let her go… He would ignore her for days, immersed in his ridiculous project of saving me. The amazing Doctor Crane can’t take the hint this is a battle he won’t win. I made peace with what’s happening to me, but he can’t...,” you wave at the bartender for another glass. “Why won’t my father accept the inevitable outcome?” the pain in your tone prompts J to mutter:
“He just tries to postpone the inevitable.”
“I’m grateful for his help,” you ramble on. “I take remedies he makes for me and it’s nice to avoid the traditional chemo and losing my hair. I don’t look like I’m dying, correct? If you wouldn’t weren’t aware of my illness, you couldn’t tell, right?”
“Yes,” The impatient Joker signals the bartender to halt mixing your fresh drink; in his opinion you had enough.
“I got my test results this morning, “ you disclose, pouting. “They’re bad…” Y/N inhales the rest of her liquid courage and taps on the marble counter, disappointed at her own statement. “Did you ever taste death?” the weird question makes him taunt.
“Naahhh.”
“This is what it tastes like,” the heartbroken Y/N softly kisses The Joker and his remark hurts more than her disappointing routine evaluation:
“Strawberry margarita?”
You hop off your high chair so fast he realizes you’re flustered; it was the first time you kissed him, not that kind of kiss anyway and he completely dismissed your candor in the worst possible way.  
“Can we go please?” you intensely glare at your sandals and J opts out of attempting to patch up his callous reply; possibly the best decision regarding these circumstances simply because it doesn’t affect him at all.
“Sure, we can bail,” he grumbles and escorts you out of the club, wondering if you are done talking about matters of no importance to him.
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The master bedroom is cracked opened and you knock until The Joker bothers to acknowledge your existence.
“What is it?”
You sneak inside, adamant to request a tiny favor.
“Can I watch TV in here?”
“Why?” he wiggles in the middle of his bed, certainly not thrilled at your proposal.
“I won’t inconvenience you, ok?” you evade his inquiry and still being a bit tipsy briefly aids your plan; your drag your feet to the humongous mattress, then slip inside the purple sheets at the edge of the bed. “You know… If I would have lived longer, I bet you would have married me,” you gaze at the man relaxing close to your body.
The Joker nonexistent eyebrows go up so high it’s possibly a new record: why did Emma have to stay at the club instead of distracting you from whatever the hell this is?!
“We would have had at least 4 kids…” you continue your story. “ I’m young so every two years I could have been convinced to get pregnant; we would have had a small army of little Jokers and Y/Ns… I picked a few names already, would you like to hear them?”
“NO!!” he sucks on his teeth, irritated.
“Hmm…” you get discouraged yet it doesn’t last. “ You would have died at 65…”
“Why would I die at 65?!” J interrupts and his interest gives you a boost of much needed confidence.
“Car accident; you’re a shitty driver,” you lift your shoulders up, instantly correcting your sentence. “I meant reckless.”
The Clown Prince of Crime huffs and the fact that he engaged into this monologue of yours hopefully suggests he won’t chase you away until you finish.
“After your demise I would have mourned you for a decent amount of months, then I would have remarried a guy my age, this way I’m not in any danger of becoming a widow for the second time. I would obviously have our children too so not to worry, I would have survived without you.”
“Awesome, I was anxious you won’t overcome the grief,” his sassiness triggers your approval.
“Indeed; yet I have to warn you: if you ever cheated on me, I would have asked my father to create a special virus to obliterate you from the face of the planet!”
“Why are you shouting?!” The Joker scratches his chin, confused about your attitude.
“Sorry,” you take it down a notch. “I always get emotional when I think about this part…”
“Is this soap opera of yours almost done?” the impatience emerges; I suppose you tested his composure enough.
“I really like you,” you cut off his vexation. “You should be happy a young woman would crave an older man in his 40’s or 50’s,” you snort while adding to his growing restlessness.
“I think it’s time for you and the alcohol in your system to take a nap!” J hints at your departure and you abruptly bring it up since he’s basically throwing you out:
“Do you like me? You never get mad or chase me when I flirt with you…” you scoot over and cuddle next to him.
“What are you doing?!” J gets pissed at your boldness.
“I’m cold,“ you lie without a problem and he’s done with the dumb night he had to put up with so far.
“Get out!” The King of Gotham snaps and his sudden aggressiveness throws you off.
“I want to stay and watch TV; I promise I’ll be super quiet from now on. Cross my heart and hope to die!” you smile and your silly pun doesn’t have the outcome you hoped for.
“You know why I indulge a shallow brat’s idiotic flirting?!” he raises his voice and you shrivel because you realize he won’t utter anything nice at this point. “Who wouldn’t feel sorry for a walking corpse, hm? Despite what people think, I’m not that insensitive!”
You gulp and slowly roll out of bed, trying not to cry in front of him; you don’t remember sensing a stronger pain in your life, not even after you got sick.
“You’re so mean, “ you whisper and can’t stop the first tears streaming down your face. “I wouldn’t have married you anyway,” you rush out of the master bedroom and The Joker reprises his movie, undisturbed at the events he created out of spite.
“Fuck…” he mumbles when it hits: Emma will chew him alive if she finds about his behavior; would you mention this to her? Or she would guess something went wrong if you depart from the mansion when she asked you to stay? The only person that counts is bound to make him rethink his awful actions; his daughter wouldn’t forgive him unless he patches up things. Might as well get it over with before he lands in hotter waters.
“Uggghhhh,” The Joker puckers his lips and contemplates his choices: not too many, thus he ends up in front of your bedroom 10 minutes after the fight.
He can discern your sobbing and opens the door without knocking because another human’s privacy is simply not his issue. You are standing by the windows and turn towards him, mad you didn’t lock the entrance.
“Your company is required in the master bedroom,” J elaborates on the subject and Y/N’s silence evokes a faint apology. “I don’t think you’re a walking corpse… … …”
No reaction.
“Come on, let’s watch TV in my room…”
“Why would you need a shallow brat’s idiotic company?” you blow your nose in a tissue and emphasize. “I don’t want your pity.”
“Crane’s a genius but the trait is clearly skipping a generation,” his way of attempting to restore the mood totally sucks. “It’s not pity.”
“What is it then?” you wipe your tears and he has no clue himself.
“Not…pity.”
Are you debating on his offer?
“Come on,” J grabs your hand and your resistance works a miracle nonetheless. “I’m sorry, alright? Not a word to Emma, deal? Or your dad, he would probably create a goddamned virus to exterminate me from this planet. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny,” he sulks, crabby at the idea of being killed for offending Scarecrow’s princess.
“I won’t…” you promise and you’re actually surprised when he lifts you up, guiding your legs around his waist.
“You can sleep in my bed if you want to… until Emma gets back,” The Joker recommends and you hide your astonishment the best way you can.
“Sleep like in dozing of or…?” you wish to determine and the response doesn’t fail to deepen the mystery:
“As I said, genius sometimes skips a generation.”
The King strolls out of the bedroom with Y/N clinging to him while he lifts her higher in his arms, closing his eyes when she kisses him.
And the only thing The Joker can think of for the moment is that if death tastes like this, it’s not the worst way to go.
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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years ago
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Devil’s No 1(11)
Chapter 11: Lights
Loki x fem!Reader, Bucky x fem!Reader
Theme: The definitions of devils, angels, demons etc. are twisted here in this world. But some things remain the same.
Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, everything that my mind can conjure, really.
Chapter warnings: nothing much
A/N: This was written two years ago (I think) on @phantomrose96 ‘s prompt/situation of a shy girl summoning the devil to be friends with him (and something else that he does but I’ll leave that part out for you guys to have fun with). But I- being thirsty for tragedies- twisted things a little.
Word Count: sometimes I wonder if my dreams are just dreams or if they are telling me something. But telling a friend will be ill is still logical than showing me some ancient machine that controls the mechanisms of multiverse and leaving me there stranded with Captain America and what exactly?! What am I supposed to do there? Gaurd the multiverse? Keep a watch over them? Tell cap whenever I spot his husband and wife? What?!
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It was the first time.
A first for him. First for you as well.
Comparisons were made of this very first with nearly everything first of nature.
The first bud blooming through a snow blanket. The first ember lighting up in the smoky twigs. The first ray of the warm spring sun. The first drop of dew falling from the trees on the cheeks. That's how your smile seemed.
Loki could have sworn you had never smiled in your life. That was until now when he stood beside you while you sat on the boulder, with- the usual- tears gathering up. Though this time, they did not reflect the colours like before. They reflected little twinkling lights trying to shine inside you.
Didn't seem like this devil knew how to smile. Loki's dimensions wanted to pull him away from your face but his eyes seem to be stuck on you, not coming off even if he wanted them to.
And you? You were stretching your lips even when it hurt because it felt good. So good.
Your inner voice, for the first time, was quiet for the moment, enjoying the picturesque Northern lights glowing in their green, pink and sometimes blue glory in front of you.
...but are we sure it's the northern lights that are making us feel so good right now.
There she goes.
It's the Northern Lights.
...so we're not going to talk about the-
"It's beautiful," you sputtered, trying to wrap your arms around your folded legs, adjusting yourself in the leftover snow crunching underneath your butt before catching a look at Loki and quickly steering your eyes back to the luminous dance.
"Hmm," Loki commented. You could still feel his gaze piercing through you. What was he doing?
"I've never seen one before," you continued, moving your one ring around your finger, twisting it as you floated through the thoughts running inside your head.
"Any special reason you wanted to see them?"
You closed your eyes and reran those words exactly as they were spoken, but in slow motion, tasting every click of the tongue, every twist of the lip inside your head; all of this swirling in an ocean of green.
"I always wanted to see them. Call it a child's curiosity-" you shrugged, opening your eyes to look back at the magic of nature- "even though science explained it all."
The icy wind wanted to play with your skin, coming within the intention of caressing it but running its nails right through your skin in the name of affection.
"I was supposed to see them last year," you muttered, more for yourself than for him, but it did not escape those ears that could hear the little flutter in your heartbeat and the shift in your body as you tried to bring your legs closer to you, your eyes now looking at some distant void that was nowhere near nature's light show.
"What happened? Curled into a corner at the last moment?" Loki scoffed, but his eyes were still frozen, emotionless, looking for a stir that his words would cause, as the crisp memories of your lips on his were doing to him.
There was a moment when you wanted to wallow in the memories of all that was gone. Just one tiny portion of time when you felt yourself looking down into the well of the past, waiting to take the plunge when a wave of chilly air stopped you and made you look at yourself.
"Do you want to do this?" It asked. And in the next gush of the moment, you were back on the boulder with snow all around you.
"My boyfriend left me," you announced.
You do not realise the surprise that jolted through Loki's vessel to hear those words thrown into the air without an ounce of remorse.
"Why?" The words were out of him before he could make sense of what was going on. His own being cursed him for suddenly feeling the need to unravel you instead of play when you were no longer his amusement but a mere soul wrapped in the alluring blaze of mystery.
"I don't know," you shrugged, scratching an itch on your cheek, "one day we were planning on visiting this place and the next day my life fell apart."
Loki remained silent.
"It seems funny now, though. I had planned for the whole day. Made an elaborate itinerary. And in the middle of the night, I get a call that my father was in a serious accident. Next thing I know I'm standing in the hospital as the doctors tell me the body is ready to be taken for cremation.”
A chill ran down the vessel whilst witnessing a void in those eyes that usually were a pool of emotions. Are humans not supposed to mourn their parents? But you continued like it was a story told by the campfire in the cold night to friends and strangers alike. Fiction. Made up. 
“Now, that’s not the end of it. My workplace calls me to tell me I'll be fired if I don't come in that very day. And I do that. All because the boss spilt coffee on the project I made and wanted a month’s work to be done in one night. I actually go back to work to be blackmailed by my boss to let him fuck me if I wanted to keep the job."
You paused, pulling out a rolled-up joint from your pocket. It amused a very engrossed Loki to think that you took the time to gather these and take them with you. And the lighter too.
A cough or two- thanks to the amateur that you were- later, you came back to where you left off.
"You know," you continued, "I didn't realise the meaning of the phrase 'bursting of veins' till that day. How do veins burst? Do they make a pop sound? Do they go woosh and spray all over? Or do they just run like a tap? I didn't know that a glass trophy could make you bleed like that, you know. That it could cause so much damage. I honestly didn’t know that. Anyway, Gary got what he deserved and I filed my resignation, a complaint to HR and a lawsuit against the company. And just when I thought my day could not get any worse, I found Bucky gone. No sign of him at my apartment. Like he was never there. Vanished into the wind...just like he came."
Your face reflected the dislike you were feeling for the taste this joint left in your mouth, already throwing the barely burned part into the snow. The Devil saw thousands of souls moan all around you who would give themselves to the devil for that one good drag. But they weren’t what he got cemented on.
"The fact that he left doesn't hurt as much as the timing, you see. And those stupid blue eyes that looked like they could show you the most beautiful oceans even if you did not know how to swim. Like they could paint this world in beauty just for you. He made you feel that way. Like he would do anything for you. From making you a grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast while you’re still asleep to finding Atlantis just because you were curious.”
The winds slowed down. The lights swung in an aphasic glow. You breathed in the cold air to let your lungs cool down a bit from all the reminiscence. Loki was sure he heard you mutter ‘idiot’ under your breath, something that broke him into a muted chuckle. He took a step towards you, his hands moving with a flow of their own, conjuring up a flowing overcoat before those fingers even touched your shoulders. The warmth of that fur instant made you cosy up inside it. Adjusting it all around you, you settled down in the ground with the boulder now as your support to lean on. The heat was slowly doing what it did best. So did the talking. The fact that eyes felt droopy made you content on the inside. It also made you turn towards Loki and smile.
“I know Gary wants me dead. I just don’t know if you have been in on it.”
With that, you turned back to the Northern lights and dozed off into the furry luxury within seconds, meeting your old partner slumber after ages of heartbreak and pain, breaking into its arms to let it take care of you.
Loki watched you for a while. He watched you, to see whether those colours changing around you could answer riddles that brewed in this sombre atmosphere of his existence when no one looked. He studied every eyelash to ask what he had done this time to make him stand face to face with fate this night. He witnessed every strand of hair dancing with the wind to suppress the need to scream at the sky.
Ultimately, he sat down next to your sleeping form, summoning the bottle of Jager from your place to finish in one go. Ignoring the shrieks of all other dimensions, he pressed his jaw hard, placed his hand on your head and inhaled as much as he could.
“So, Bucky,” he felt his jaw tick, feeling the memories resurge under his touch, “boyfriend my hellfire-”
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writeyouin · 6 years ago
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You trade yourself for a sibling you couldn't save. Instead of a goblin, Jareth makes you a servant & has you do everything, even petty tasks like polishing his boots & brushing his hair. He starts to fall in love as you read to goblins or play with wished away children, but he demands too much & you faint during your chores, making him sick with worry & guilt. He nurses you to health, stating you're no longer a servant, but he hopes you'll stay with him as his lover & eventual betrothed.
Jareth X Reader – The Love of a King
A/N – The cat drugs wore off and I’m good to write again ^_^
Warnings – None.
Rating – T
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You couldn’t believe you’d failed. You had been selfish enough to wish your sibling away and then you couldn’t even get them back from the ridiculously hard Labyrinth put before you by the Goblin King. Jareth knew you’d gotten farther than most in his game, and because of that he was willing to grant you an audience with your sibling to say goodbye, though it wasn’t a gift so much as a curse, because you would have to see them turned into a goblin as punishment for your failure.
“Hurry it up,” Jareth demanded as you clung to your sibling as if your very life depended on it instead of theirs.
“I’m sorry,” You sobbed hideously, choking on the air itself. “I didn’t mean to- I- I didn’t-”
Jareth rolled his eyes; he’d heard all this before from countless others. It was always the same. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. It was an accident. It wasn’t my fault. Hah, it was always their fault; humans with their pathetic excuses. Then, they would go back and live their lives anyway after  barely mourning at all; such inconsequential creatures. Lazily, Jareth pushed himself up, waiting for the part where you would beg for mercy which he would of course deny. On queue with his expectations, you let go of your sibling and threw yourself on your knees before him.
“Please, Goblin King, I know- I know my words were selfish- but please… Take me instead. Don’t punish them for my mistakes… Please.”
Jareth could see your sibling was about to argue, and with a wave of his hand, he silenced them, taking their voice away so he could speak uninterrupted. He circled you like a predator. You sat perfectly still, never flinching or cowering away, though what more was there to fear now you had faced up to everything in the Labyrinth itself and still come to a loss? Jareth didn’t know quite what to make of you. Was it possible you were trying to trick him? He had to test you to find out.
Coming to a stop in front of you, he tilted your chin up to face him. Yes, there was definitely hatred in your eyes and a hint of defiance, but he also found a sincerity that was unusual for humans.
“You would be turned into a goblin for this pathetic creature?” He sneered, letting go of you. “Even after wishing it away.”
“Yes, your majesty,” You bowed so your head pressed against the freezing cold flagstones.
Your sibling shook their head vigorously, willing you to look their way, but you wouldn’t; your only job now was to convince the Goblin King to grant your request.
“You do realise,” Jareth sneered, “that if you choose this path, you will have no memory of your former life.”
“Yes, your majesty.”
“You will be my subject, pet and plaything.”
“Yes, your majesty.”
“You may even be tortured for my own entertainment. You would really subject yourself to such a future, all for that which you so carelessly wished away.”
“…Yes, your majesty,” You said subserviently, glad to have at least stopped crying, though your voice still wavered.
Jareth smiled darkly, having trapped you into a verbal contract which he could now accept or reject at his own desire. “Very well, I accept your terms.”
With a wave of his gloved hand, Jareth sent your sibling home, to never see you again.
Although you were getting a headache from the cold flagstones, you didn’t move, unable to trust yourself not to cry again. Jareth rolled his eyes irritably, and sneered, “What are you still doing there?”
“Waiting.”
“For what?”
“Seriously?” You looked up resentfully. “You want me to watch when you turn me into a goblin? What the hell is wrong with you? I mean, you- you- you kidnap people! You just take whatever the hell you want and then you- you put me through hell and now, you’re about to turn me into a freaking goblin and you want me to watch!”
Jareth restrained a smile, enjoying the rant thoroughly; apparently you weren’t as docile as he’d suspected, which was bound to be much more entertaining than if he’d have kept your sibling. “My, my, what a temper you have. I suppose it will have to serve as my entertainment for a while.”
“What are you talking about now?”
“I could answer you, but let me first ask, do you really think it wise to speak to me in such an ill-mannered way?”
“Why not. I won’t remember any of this anyway… I may as well say something worth saying before I forget.”
“Such an interesting pet you’ll be.” Jareth paused like he was thinking, despite knowing exactly what he was going to do next; theatrics were all a part of the game. “Indeed, much too interesting to turn into a mere goblin.”
Despite your confusion, you stared at him stonily, unafraid now that it was only your life in danger. You probably should have been at least a little bit frightened, but after everything you’d seen in the last thirteen hours, you were much too exhausted to feel anything but perplexed and a little bit rebellious.
“Well,” Jareth gestured to you haphazardly, “What are you waiting for, chop chop, get to work!” He transformed your outfit into servant rags and a mop appeared in your hands.
“All that magic and you can’t even clean your castle with it?” You snarked.
“Oh, I can do that and much more, but I find watching others work much more entertaining.”
You scoffed distastefully but kept quiet, not daring to challenge Jareth more than you already had in case he decided to break his oath and trade you and your sibling for the sheer fun of it. You started your task with haste, resigning yourself to your new life as a slave within the Labyrinth.
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The orders Jareth gave you were exhausting, humiliating, and never-ending, yet as you cleaned up goblin messes and other such nonsense around the castle, you tried to find happiness in your prison. You had accomplished your goal of saving your sibling, so despite the tasks set to you, you found that you didn’t mind as much. Perhaps that was why all those fairy tale characters like Snow White and Cinderella never complained about their own situations; they knew that somehow, life could be worse and so it was best to accept what they had and take it on the chin.
Despite your resolve, you found the cold hands of loneliness threatening to mottle your heart, so you began speaking with the goblin denizens of the city below the castle. Initially, you found it hard to relate to them but after a while, you got used to their strange ways, even learning to enjoy their wild tricks and games. You soon found yourself visiting the city goblins daily, sneaking away from the castle whenever you could to play with them. You believed that you were being subtle in your few escapes, but unbeknownst to you, Jareth saw everything that happened within his Labyrinth. Sometimes he would leave you be, watching in amusement as you learned the goblin traditions and dances, and at other times he would pretend to have found you by sheer chance and send you back to the castle as punishment with even more work to exhaust you further.
It wasn’t long before Jareth had another contestant in his Labyrinth, and he spent more time watching you than them when you found the dungeon where he kept the wished away prisoners. Although you couldn’t get into the cell, you stayed outside it the entire time, neglecting your chores so you could talk to the child prisoner within, telling her stories aimed to allay her worries. When Jareth had to turn the child into a goblin, he believed you would hate him for it, but much to his surprise, you said it was probably for the best because the pain of knowing the past was torture and at least as a goblin, the child seemed happy.
“Hmm,” Jareth held his hand regally under his chin, observing you as the child-turned-goblin was led away into the city.
“What?” You said, self-consciously.
“You are to attend to my needs tonight.”
“Don’t I always?”
“No. In case you haven’t noticed, you attend the castle’s needs, not mine. Tonight, you are to meet me in my chambers where I will give you several tasks before a grand ball I am to host. After you have seen to my needs, you will serve at this ball, and until then, you are to clean the grand hall in preparation for it.” Jareth pointed to your feet, casting a small spell on them, and making you jump up and down on the spot. “Hop to it,” he smiled impishly.
You squeaked indignantly as your bouncing feet led you to the grand hall; once there, you were free of Jareth’s spell. You slumped irritably against a wall, tired from the long days of hard work that were slowly wearing down on you. Remembering the reason you were in the goblin realm to begin with, you groaned, ignoring the pain in your aching back and getting on with the task at hand. You worked until you knew night had fallen; it was hard to measure time in the Labyrinth because the sky seemed to act of its own accord and clocks were only around during a trial, but somehow, after so long there, you were able to actually feel time rather than measure it.
You stood up, stretching as you made your way to Jareth’s chambers where he sat on a stool in front of a black wooden vanity, decorated with carvings of troublesome goblins in all manners of playful poses. You wondered why he chose that mirror in particular because each wall was covered entirely in mirrors, some large and ornate, others tiny hand mirrors. Upon closer inspection, you realised the mirrors didn’t reflect you or your surroundings, instead they each showed different places, some changing occasionally to show somewhere else.
There was no time to speculate on what you believed the mirrors to be, as Jareth said snarkily, “Do you intend to stand around all day, or are you here to work?”
A hairbrush appeared in your hand which you stared at, dumbfounded. “You want me to brush your hair?”
“It won’t brush itself.”
“You- You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Jareth grinned devilishly, “Oh, you’ll know when I’m kidding, my dear. Now come and groom me, you shall have plenty of time for harder work afterwards, I assure you.”
You shook your head incredulously, walking behind him and brushing his hair gently. Jareth raised a curious eyebrow. How hadn’t you noticed that he called you dear? He’d never called you such a high term of endearment before. Perhaps it was plain human ignorance that kept you from noticing his loving term.
Jareth could have told you he loved you and under normal circumstances, whether you returned the sentiment or not, he would have, but these weren’t ordinary circumstances. Fae emotions were clear as day and much stronger than human emotions, but for once Jareth would not say how he felt until he was sure you felt the same. You weren’t fae, nor were you of noble birth. You hadn’t even succeeded his Labyrinth; by all accounts, you were not someone worthy of his recognition and devotion. Yet, Jareth found that after watching you in your caring and hard-working ways that he did indeed love you and it was crushing against him with every breath he took.
With no outlet to his feelings for you, Jareth decided to toy with you. If the work hadn’t been unusual before, then he would put you through everything he could tonight. In human terms this would be the equivalent of children teasing their crushes to get their attention, but Jareth had no time to analyse such thoughts as he made you brush his hair.
He watched you intensely in the mirror, never blinking or taking his eyes from you. You found the image unsettling but said nothing; mostly everything about Jareth was unsettling, though not always in an unpleasant manner, the man was simply unusual to you. You wished you could look away from Jareth’s reflection, but it was like his eyes were holding you in place with the ethereal power he emanated. You stopped what you were doing, holding the brush slackly in front of you and blinking hard as your vision blurred.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” Jareth scoffed. “I gave you a job you do.”
“I don’t-” You cleared your throat. “I don’t feel so good…”
Jareth heaved a dramatic sigh, “And I suppose this is your best attempt to get out of work tonight? How utterly selfish, though I suppose I shouldn’t have expected better from a mere human. I should turn you into a goblin right now for-”
You dropped the brush and it clattered on the flagstone floor.
“I-” You never got to finish the sentence as you fainted. With inhuman speed, Jareth spun around to catch you, lifting you into his arms so he could carry you to his bed.
He tapped your cheek gently, smiling to hide his fear, “Come now slave, we have no time for foolish games, open your eyes.”
You didn’t respond and Jareth found himself snapping his fingers to summon a pail of water which floated above your head. “Slave, if you do not open your eyes immediately, you will not see the pail of water that I’m going to drop on you for your insubordination.”
Still, you remained motionless. Jareth waved the water bucket away, taking his glove off to feel your temperature. He was no expert in human health, but he thought you were overly warm, and somewhat clammy.
“Slave… (Y/N), are you sick? You would tell me if it were so, wouldn’t you, my darling?” Jareth sighed, thinking of his treatment of you since you became his servant. “(Y/N), my dear… my love. Has the work been so truly gruelling that you have not even had time to rest? Have I been so undeservingly cruel to you, that you should become ill now?”
His heart raced. Had you not been unwell, you would have had some reaction to hearing his confession of love, as understated as it had been for someone as flamboyant as him. Jareth felt guilt flood into him, for a human it might have been a small stab, but to a fae, the guilt felt like poison, ready to kill him unless he put things right immediately.
Hastily, Jareth summoned some of his more competent guards, ordering them to cancel the ball so he could tend to you personally. Just like time, illness was different in the goblin realm when compared to that of your human realm. So, over the course of weeks while Jareth tended to your every need, you did not wake. Jareth wished he could have simply used his magic to make you well, but even he had his limitations and since fae never got ill, he had no healers to summon.
Every day, Jareth would wash your face with only the finest of cloths to keep you cool. He would then apologise once again, speak to you, telling you of his life and requesting to hear more of yours when you awoke. After that he remained by your side, sometimes reading aloud and other times using his magic to keep you clean, ever the gentleman protecting your decency.
It was exactly thirteen weeks into your slumber that you finally opened your eyes. Jareth was sat by your side reading the story of Hansel and Gretel, commenting on what selfish little beasts the children were for eating the old witches house without offering anything in return, when you soundlessly awoke. Jareth sensed the change immediately and put the book down, grabbing your hand tightly in both of his.
“My peach,” he lamented, “do you forgive me?”
Somehow feeling simultaneously tired and refreshed, you turned to face the man who had invaded every dream you’d had since fainting. Dream Jareth had relayed every word the real Jareth had spoken to you in the waking world. In your dreams, you had attended countless balls and moonlit walks with the man who was your King and master.
“Speak! Please, I must hear you speak.”
You mulled over your words carefully, thinking of how many times since you’d fell asleep that he’d called you my love or some other term of endearment. Did you return his feelings? He certainly had some kind of hold on you, but was that just fae magic or was it something more? “I- You love me?”
Jareth smiled in relief, quickly regaining his composure and moulding himself into the very image of a King. “I do, and what have you to say of that?”
“How can you love a slave? You don’t even like me?”
“On the contrary my peach, I have found many reasons to love you.”
“But-”
“Ah yes, the slave thing, well who brought that up because it was certainly not I. You are freed of your slave status and are now a member or the royal court. You shall be treated to only the finest of everything-”
“So long as I say I love you back,” You said sadly, thinking of how everything Jareth did was for something in return.
“No, no, (Y/N), I clearly cannot buy your love, as much easier as that would be for me. I shall however earn it. I have every intention to court you in the hopes that you will become my betrothed. Nevertheless, you are in control here. Should my affections upset you, all you have to do is say the word and I will leave you.”
‘For a while at least,’ You thought, finishing Jareth’s unspoken sentiment.
Whether you returned Jareth’s love or not, you were at least glad to have a modicum of control over your life once more. “I want to go outside now, I’ve been cooped up way too long.”
Jareth stood up enthusiastically, “A marvellous idea. Allow me to accompany you, I can show you some of the more beautiful areas of the Labyrinth.”
Before you could respond, you found yourself in finely tailored outdoor clothes in a garden with Jareth pointing out a new crop of unruly man-eating plants, quite unlike the Venus-fly traps in your realm. You gulped in the air, unsure of what you would do under the attention of the Goblin King. Still, at least the walk didn’t seem unpleasant; maybe you would get used to him. After all, tomorrow was another day.
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justkending · 6 years ago
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Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 3.
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Summary: Steve Rogers was walking down the streets of Brooklyn after finishing a mission. The goal was just to take some time to clear his mind along the city streets, but when he runs into a gorgeous young lady that looks extremely familiar… How can he go about moving on? Who is she? What does he know her from? Was that memory even from this decade?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)
Word Count: 2400+
Warning: SLOW BURN. Soooo slow, but sooooo worth it...
Series Masterlist
Chapter 3:
Steve woke with a jolt mid-sleep after he thought of something he haven’t realized he overlooked. He glanced over at the alarm clock and saw the bright red numbers.
4:08 am
He hesitated getting up and bothering someone knowing that everyone was most likely asleep still. It could be early enough for Nat or Bucky to be training, but they weren’t necessarily the people who could help him with this. Maybe Nat, but he knew she would hound him with questions about what he was doing if he did ask.
He threw his body back into the bed with an exaggerated huff of annoyance. Running his hands through his hair roughly, he let out another sigh.
After a few seconds of getting lost in his thoughts, he rolled his eyes at himself.
“Just go to bed Steve. Sleep it off,” he mumbled as he turned on his side.
Seconds that felt like hours went by before he quickly threw the sheets off to the side.
“I can’t. I can’t sleep thinking about it,” he groaned throwing his hands in the air, and walking to grab a shirt before heading to a computer.
He trudged through the hallways as quietly as he could. The next thing he knew, he found himself in front of a laptop in the kitchen. It wasn’t really hard to find some type of computer in the Avengers home, since almost every turn you took Tony had one installed.
He stared at the screen for a second still trying to decide if it was too late to call this obsession off. But of course, his curious nature won, and he opened google looking up the company’s name that he caught on the files you dropped.
“Williamson Lab,” he read. “Ok, she definitely wasn’t a guy named Jonah, or someone named Hunter Williamson.” he mumbled with a hand over his mouth as he continued to scroll and quickly became engrossed on the website determined to figure out who the woman who was a little too familiar to forget. “Ok now mystery gal. Who are you?”
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He woke up to a loud clang in the kitchen and jutted up instantly looking around trying to remember where he was. The sun was barely coming in as it was just starting to rise, but that didn’t make the brightness any less harsh. He blinked a couple a times, and rubbed his eyes as he thought back to the night before, and the whole process of where he was now.
As he looked around, he noticed the sheets of notes that he had taken that were now scattered around him. One stuck to his arm from falling asleep on it.
“Morning sunshine,” a deep voice said snapping him out of his thought process, and reminding him that he wasn’t alone. “Busy night?”
He looked over at Bucky who was turning around from grabbing a cup a of coffee and had a devilish grin on his face.
“Morning,” he yawned gathering the papers hoping his friend didn’t catch them.
“Don’t try and hide it. I saw what you were looking up,” Bucky said taking a sip of the coffee. “Surprised you even knew how to work that thing, you prehistoric dinosaur,” he chuckled.
“We’re the same age. Technically, you’re older,” Steve said standing and going to grab a cup of coffee himself. “What time is it anyway?”
“7 am. I’m surprised you weren’t on one of your 10 mile runs, but I guess a girl getting in your head does that to you.”
Steve turned and shot a glare at his friend who still had a smug grin on his face as he drank his coffee looking out of the giant glass windows.
“Shut up,” Steve mumbled.
“So, find anything interesting?” Buck asked turning to him.
Steve rolled his eyes once again, but trudged back over to the computer before taking a drink and going over his notes. He knew Bucky wouldn't let up on the subject, and honestly, was the only person he felt comfortable talking to about it. He knew if anyone else figured out about his obsession with this girl, it would stir rumors that would lead to the whole crew teasing him.
“A lot actually. It took some deep research, but I think I found her.”
“Really?” Bucky asked walking over and standing across the counter from him. “What deep dark secrets did you get off of her?”
“Well, apparently, she’s the top Lab Tech Scientist Coordinator at this corporation called Williamson’s Lab. One of the youngest women to have such a high up job. She oversees all the operations they conduct, and a majority of it is vaccines and cures for illnesses and disease,” Steve explained reading the notes that he acquired over the four hours he spent researching.
“So a well known, young, female scientist that saves lives? Impressive. Sounds like a good one,” Bucky said smiling taking another sip.
“Apparently, she’s found cures for a lot of strange and severe fevers and colds that broke out over the last 2 years that others thought would take 10-15 years to get done,” he continued to read. “But that’s not even the big stuff Buck. As I kept looking things up, nothing goes past the last 5 years. She started at the company a year ago, and a couple of years before that she was recognized for some reward that was for youngest microbiologist to work alongside two extremely well known doctors.”
“Who?”
“Dr. Higa and Frankford. I didn’t really look too much into them,” Steve waved off. “All I know is that every time I found something on her it was for youngest something. But Buck?” he said looking up. “This is some high level stuff. Someone as young as her wouldn’t be able to get to this point without years and years of studying and school. She’s what?” he looked back at the papers. “26 almost 27.”
“I don’t see what you’re freaking out about. She just sounds super intelligent. I mean look at Tony he could do things at a really young age that a lot of people who spent their whole life doing couldn’t even begin to explain.”
“Yeah, I guess. But the thing that makes me wonder even more it the lack of information on her for anything further than 5 years back.”
“What’s her name? You didn’t even lead with that,” Bucky said coming around to look at the screen himself.
“Rosalyn Ember. 26 and from Fairview, New Jersey.”
“Hmm,” Bucky hummed. “I mean that is strange, but maybe her or her parents weren’t one for media and kept her out of it at a young age.”
“Why are you trying to find a solution for it all Buck?” Steve asked genuinely curious.
“Cause. This is the first time you’ve shown interest in a girl in a while, and I feel like you’re trying to sabotage it.” Bucky sighed motioning at the screen with multiple tabs open on this Rosalyn Ember.
“What? I’m not trying to-”
“You are literally trying to pick at the weak spots and break it down. Anything that seems vaguely off, your trying to poke and prod at to find an excuse for something to be wrong with her.”
“That’s not-”
“It’s the 2000’s now Steve. Women are finally allowed to come out and show off their brains. I don’t know about you, but I like my women with some activity up there. They are a whole lot better than some of the girls we used to hook up with.”
“Correction. You used to hook up with,” Steve laughed lightly putting his head in his hands.
“Whatever. Just don’t- don’t try to mess it up before it’s even begun,” Bucky said patting his best friend’s shoulder. “Maybe get Stark or Nat to look her up. I’m sure they can get you an address, and you can really go full stalker mode on her,” he winked leaving the room.
Steve wadded up a piece of paper, and threw it at him before he could get away. All he heard was the laugh as Bucky dodged it and ran down the hallway.
He rubbed at his eyes as he tried to wake up a little more, and took a big drink of the coffee in front of him.
“I’m not a stalker,” he mumbled into the cup before looking around to see if anyone else was going to come in. When he saw the coast was clear he put the mug down and began typing again. “I’m curious. There’s a difference.”
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“Claire, go ahead and take the rest of the day off,” you said walking up to the counter and dropping off reviewed files.
“Are you sure? I mean you still have a lot to get done. I can stay a few more hours,” she said with a sincere look.
“Don’t worry about it. I know you have a date night with your fiance, and I’m not going to keep you from it,” you smiled.
“You’re positive?”
“Positive,” you waved as you walked back to your office, but quickly turned around. “Oh, one thing before you go though?”
“What’s that?”
“Send Dr. Higa that report that we went over. I told him I would make a copy, but all you need to do is fax it to his office.”
“On it,” she smiled starting to organizing things.
You walked back into your office, and began getting ready for another long night at your desk. Honestly, you could go home and do the work, but you tend to work better in this environment. No temptations of curling in your bed to binge another series on Netflix, or staying up to bake random sweet treats. Something you did to relax when stress was too much and you needed to satisfy your sweet tooth.
It had been over 24 hours since running into Steve, but that didn’t seem to be enough time to rid him from your thoughts. Every time you would throw yourself into work and just be getting enough done to get on a roll, he would pop right back up.
As you sat at your desk you let out a low groan running your fingers through your curls.
“Get it together. You are a professional,” you threw your hands on the desk and turned to your computer monitor trying to go over some lab results that were sent to you for approval, but once again became distracted. This time by a knock.
“Come in,” you said irritated before straightening up and put on a fake smile.
“Miss. Ember?” a man's head peaked out of the door.
“Yes. How can I help you?” you said cocking your head trying to get a better look at the man.
He smiled showing the small wrinkles at the corner of his brown eyes before fully entering and shutting the door behind him.
“I’m here to discuss an interesting matter that’s I’m having some troubles solving, and I heard you were the one that would have the most expertise in the area,” he said walking to your desk and putting a hand out for you to shake. “I made an appointment to talk with you about a week ago. You seem to have an extremely busy schedule.”
You furrowed your eyebrows not remembering having said appointment, but greeted him kindly anyway.
“Yes, quite busy indeed. A lot going on at the moment,” you laughed. “Take a seat Mr.-?” you waited for him to finish.
“Banner. Dr. Bruce Banner,” he smiled.
Your chest constricted knowing exactly who that was. The Avenger’s mad scientist himself. The Hulk was sitting 3 feet away from you. Shit, did Steve figure out who you were and now has his people seeking you out. No, no… That would be too much effort. How would he even be able to find you just off appearance? He didn’t remember you. Yet again, they were the Avengers and most likely could find anyone they wanted within seconds of typing in an eye color.
You weren’t sure if your facial expression changed or what, but Bruce gave you a worried look.
“Uh, are you ok? You look like you’re in shock,” he said leaning forward in a concerned way.
“Hm?” you said straightening up. “What? Oh, no. I’m fine,” you waved off. “I, uh, sorry excuse me. I guess you could just say I’m a little shocked that Bruce Banner is asking for my advice on something,” you said genuinely shocked, but not for those reasons. “How can I be of assistance?”
“Well, you are one of the top scientist in the nation for a multitude of things. I mean you’ve accomplished so many things at such an early part of your life,” he grinned.
“Right. Early part of my life.” you mumbled. He quirked an eyebrow, but you laughed it off. “Sorry, it’s been a long day. Lot of things on my mind. Don’t mind me talking to myself,” you played off organizing things on your desk
“If I need to come back another day, I-”
“Oh no! I would love to help with whatever you need. Honestly, I need to get my brain thinking about anything other than interns work.” you said walking over to the coffee machine on the wall. “Would you like some coffee?”
“No, thank you. It gets my heart rate up. I’m supposed to be careful about that,” he chuckled.
“Right.” you laughed softly bringing the mug back to your desk. “So what exactly do you have for me? I’ll answer as best as I can,” you smiled.
“Remind me, you have specialty in multiple fields, correct?” he asked pulling out some papers.
“Yes, although I specialize in microbiology, I did minor and master in mechanical engineering, chemical engineering, epidemiology, and molecular biology.”
He gave you a blank stare. 
“How old are you again?”
You laughed. “26, I know. A lot of people don’t believe it, but when all you do your whole life is reading and wanting to learn, you get places. I was a unique adolescent to say the least.”
“I can tell. You seem extremely mature for your age as well.”
“Yes, my age,” you said through a smile as you looked down at the papers. “Well, it’s all about how you use your time, isn’t it?”
“I guess so.”
“Anyway, shall we?” you said motioning to the binder he had yet to fully pull out.
“Oh! Right!” he said taking it out. “I needed your help on a formula. I think I just plugged it in wrong, or maybe I’m using the wrong substances. Think you can go through and see what I’m missing?”
“I would love to.”
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fivescuddles-blog · 6 years ago
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northsider (pt. three) | sweet pea
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a/n: here's the next part! sorry it took so long to get up, I've had exams and I've also been really ill haha. really hope you guys enjoy this! feedback is really appreciated, please tell me if you want another part!
requested: yep
characters: sweet pea x reader, toni topaz
word count: 1,850
summary: will sweet pea fall for the sweet northside girl?
warnings: pretty sure there's swearing like once
part one, part two, part four, part five
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Was it the best idea to go over your crush's house at night? Probably not.
Would you end up doing something stupid? Probably.
Were you still gonna go? Yep.
Sighing, you looked through your wardrobe for the third time, trying to find something that didn't scream "I've been stressing about this for days and I wanna impress you" but also still showed that you tried to make an effort.
You'd been looking for hours, as soon as you got home from school being cooped up in your room trying clothes on from even the very back of your closet.
Eventually, you simply called Toni for help. As soon as you called, she was over in around 10 minutes, you hearing her motorcycle as she pulled up outside. You ran down the stairs and opened the door for her before inviting her in, going back upstiars.
"I'm not judging Y/N/N, but uh, why does it look like a bomb went off in here?"
You groaned and glared at her. "Toni, you know that I suck at getting ready for things like this," you ran a stressed hand through your hair. "Hell, I don't even know why I'm getting so stressed about it. It's not like it's a date-"
"Honey, it's definitely a date," Toni scoffed, rummaging through the piles of clothes you had spread over the floor.
You rolled your eyes at her. "If it was a date then he would have told me it was a date! We're just hanging out, Toni." You obviously didn't want to believe that, but it was true. He hadn't explicitly asked you out, and he was always a very straightforward and blunt person when it came to asking people out.
She didn't argue, knowing that you'd already made your mind up. When you made your mind up about something, there was no use in trying to change it. You were just way too stubborn.
"Fine. Believe that. But from my point of view, a boy doesn't just ask a girl around to his place to watch a movie if they're 'just friends'," she said, airquoting. "Well, unless he's gay, I guess,"
You shoved her after that comment, causing the both of you to giggle. Eventually, she was able to find something in your closet that wasn't totally hideous and may actually look quite good. All of this only 20 minutes before you were meant to be at his.
"I would do your makeup as well, but we both know he prefers you without," she teased, perfecting the last curl in your hair. "Now, I'll drive you, mkay?" You nodded gratefully at her, and proceeded to go outside and adjust yourself on her bike, making sure your hair doesn't get completely ruined by the night wind with a helmet.
Throughout the ride, your mind was swimming neck deep in thought. You'd only known Sweets for what? A couple of months. And yet you were much more enamored with him than you'd ever been with anyome else. It didn't really make sense to you. Even if he did like you, which was an impossible feat in itself, the controversy it would bring would be crazy.
A Serpent and a Northsider. Of course, there was the case of Betty and Jughead and it wasn't like they got much opposition on their side. But, at least Jug had always gone to Riverdale High until recently. People knew him. Sweet Pea was new; different. You knew how people felt about him, how intimidating people found him when actually he was honestly a teddy bear. Around you at least.
You felt the wind whip around your body as you got closer and closer to Sunnyside Trailer Park.
Meanwhile, Sweet Pea was in quite the predicament. The love of his life was on her way and he was barely ready. Groaning, he quickly jumped out of the shower and pulled on some clothes that were less crumpled than the rest onto his body. Walking past the mirror, his eyes widened at his shower hair, quickly grabbing a hairdryer and gel to tackle it.
He was worried to say the least. Nervous was probably a better word. When he first met you, he had never in a million years thought that he would gain a crush on you; a Northsider. It was unheard of. But unfortunately, it happened. And now, he had no clue how to deal with it.
He just couldn't be his usual smooth self around you. You were different. Just looking into your eyes would make his heart flip around three times, and a single touch would make his stomach fill with butterflies. It was a new feeling that he hadn't come across before, and he didn't know if he liked it.
He sighed and checked his phone, noticing a message from you.
From: Y/N/N ✨
Yo, I'll be there in ten, mkay?
Sent around ten minutes ago. Oh god. He heard a bike pull up outside and assumed it was Toni, knowing that she was giving you a lift tonight. He took a deep breath and went to open the door. Pulling it open, he looked up and caught sight of you hitching your leg back over the bike to get off, the helmet still on your head. You then proceeded to pull the helmet off. It felt like slow motion for Sweet Pea, your hair falling out in a flurry and swirling sround your face, the curls bouncy. He felt his heart skip a beat as he took you in, all of you.
Noticing himself staring, he quickly averted his eyes and waved. You smiled at him and waved back before handing Toni her helmet back. You leant in for a hug as she whispered in your ear "good luck, girl," and went on her way.
You walked up to Sweets, a light blush on your cheeks as you looked at him, wondering how he could look so good in just a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"Hey, sorry if I'm early," you apologised, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked up at him.
He waved your apology away. "Nah, don't worry about it. It's fine," he said. Looking at the floor he timidly continued. "You look, uh, really good today Y/N/N,"
You fought back the blush that had began to settle itself on your cheeks and looked away bashfully. "Thanks, Sweets. Don't look too bad yourself," you replied, trying your best not too seem incredibly awkward.
He invited you inside, you and him sinking down onto the sofa in front of a small TV. "Now, what do you want to watch, m'ilady?" He asked flicking though programmes and movies with the remote.
You thought for a second. "Hmm, maybe The Exorcist?" You asked, wanting to look more brave than you actually were. Maybe it'd impress him?
"Wow, sure you can handle that, Y/N/N?" He teased, flicking to The Exorcist. You rolled your eyes at him.
"Bet I can handle it more than you, dork," you challenged. He raised an eyebrow at you.
"I'll take you up on that challenge,"
Halfway into the movie, to say that you were fucking terrified would be an understatement. Sweets seemed unaffected which was, for one, kind of annoying, yet secondly, kinda hot. After another jumpscare, you finally relented in grabbing Sweet Pea's arm and holding on for dear life. God, if only you could see the smirk on his face, but you simply couldn't let your eyes leave the television.
As you cuddled into his arm, it only just occurred to you how fit he actually was. Wow. The muscles. You shook you head internally, mentally telling yourself to get it together.
While you were having this inner conflict, Sweet Pea was having one lf his own. He didn't want to exactly look needy, but my god did he want to put his arm around you. He'd been holding back for forty whole minutes, just not having the guts to make that small move. But when you grabbed onto his arm, he found the courage. Slowly but surely, he slipped his arm around your back and gently pulled you into his side, bracing himself for you to pull away.
But you didn't.
In fact, you melted into him, allowing him to hug you into his side, adjusting yourself to get comfy. You blushed when you realized what had happened, not even thinking about it when you let it happen. And now, there you were. Basically cuddling with the boy you'd had a crush on for months, so close you could hear his heart beating faster than normal.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, but not because of the movie.
You stayed like that for the rest of the movie, in comfortable silence. As the credits rolled on, you moved to stretch your body out, feeling the cramp in your leg. Sweet Pea grunted as he too stretched, before going quiet.
You could feel him boring into the back of your head, turning around to meet his intense eyes. He was gazing intently at you, an innocence on his face that you'd never seen before. When he realized you were looking back at him, he quickly averted his eyes.
"Pea? You okay?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.
What was going on with him?
Sweet Pea opened his mouth to say something, before closing it again. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then spoke. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine," he replied, running a hand through his hair and looking back at you, his eyes now back to normal and less intense than before. "Soo, uh, when you off? It's getting late, I really don't want you walking around the Southside at this time..."
"Oh. Uh, I'll probably get going now then, although I can handle myself Pea,"
He laughed. "You could barely handle the film!"
You rolled your eyes and pushed him jokingly. "Could too! Anyway, I'll uh, see you tomorrow, Sweets." You picked up your bag and walked towards the door, hearing him get off the sofa to follow you.
"Wait, Y/N." You heard him say. You turned around before after opening the door, looking at him expectantly. "I, um, I had a lot of fun tonight," he continued, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
You smiled up at him. "Me too, Sweets... me too. We should do it again sometime," you replied, before turning around and beginning to walk away. "See ya tomorrow, Sweets!" You called behind you.
He grinned to himself, watching you walk off. "Yeah, see you..."
He closed the door behind him as he went back inside the caravan, collapsing onto his bed after stripping off. Hearing a ping from his phone, he quickly unlocked it, seeing a text from Fangs.
From: Fangs 👊🏻
Did you tell her?
He sighed and replied, locking his phone again and putting it on his bedside table before falling back to sleep.
To: Fangs 👊🏻
Nah dude, maybe next time...
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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years ago
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Charlie Foxtrot: Part 6/7
‘Reader’ from my OC series makes an appearence! Conflict.
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A pattern emerged. Rick and Tailor saw each other regularly; sometimes Tailor would get an itch that needed scratching and he would seek him out, but most of the time Rick would be the one to initiate their time together. Either by turning up at Tailor's studio or house, or inviting him over to his place; that was happening a lot more, sneaking around at Rick's apartment while his roommate was home. Tailor had no idea how he hadn't been caught yet, he never really made an effort to keep the noise down, but Rick always had a CD ready to go when he came over. Tailor didn't really appreciate being treated like a dirty secret but at the same time, he didn't particularly care as long as he kept getting what he needed. Anyway, if they started telling people they were hooking up it would shift things into something more serious.
Which is why Tailor nearly threw up again when Rick snuggled up to him like a needy puppy after fucking one afternoon and whispered that he thought it was about time he told his roommate, at least, what was going on. He was closest to him of all his fellow SEAL team members, he felt confident he wouldn't react badly, he was pretty laid back and if they told him they wouldn't have to be so secretive. Rick wanted Tailor to feel comfortable here, not like he had to tiptoe around like they were doing something illegal. Well, it wasn't like Rick felt uncomfortable anyway, he couldn't care less if some faceless Rick down the hall found out by accident, he wasn't tiptoeing around anything.
“No. It's not about time for anything like that,” he said harshly, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed as his heart started thumping.
“What? O-okay. I just thought that if–”
“Don't bother! Don't think. It's fine the way it is.”
“Alright. I wo-won’t say anything.” Rick looked down at his feet, frowning slightly.
Tailor stared at him over his shoulder and sighed in frustration.
“Don't be like that. You're the one who was so scared of being seen with me you shoved me into a cupboard,” he grumbled.
“Don't say it like that, you make it sound way worse than it was. And that was ages ago, why're you still holdin’ onto that?” Rick's voice was still far softer than Tailor's was, but it was clear he wasn't happy.
“Because it's relevant! You can't just start out like that, then expect me to go along with it when you want to introduce me to all your bloody friends.”
“I don't wanna do that! I just wanna make our lives easier by tellin’ him. Just one guy, the guy I live with.”
“How will it make our lives easier? We'd still have to blare music out or try to keep quiet, unless you're happy with him listening in on us every time we have sex.”
Rick didn't respond to that. Tailor did have a point. He just sighed and dropped it, his face softening, he reached a hand out to Tailor's shoulder, who flinched when he was touched.
“I'm sorry,” Rick told him. Tailor stood up and moved out of his grip, putting his clothes back on.
“I need to finish the Council's commission, it's due Friday and I still haven't hemmed the trousers; I've got six pairs to do. I need to do the buttons as well. Then they'll need pressing,” Tailor muttered under his breath.
Rick watched him get dressed with a look of concern on his face. He got up.
“Is everything okay?”
“Stop touching me!” The hand meeting his shoulder for a second time set him off and Tailor yelled, slapping Rick's arm away.
Rick held his hands up and stepped away, looking confused and worried and so fucking stupid, Tailor wanted to hit him. He growled in annoyance and stormed out of the room.
He marched right past Rick's roommate who was in the kitchen, his eyes followed him – they were two different colours, one of them looked like a prosthetic – in blank confusion but Tailor didn't give him a second glance. He went straight for the front door. He hadn't intended on being seen, he wasn't even thinking straight, he'd just been feeling so trapped in that room with him and his stupid face and his stupid concern and it hadn't even occurred to him to portal out of there. Oh well. It wasn't his problem anymore.
He took a few moments to calm himself down once he was out of the building, taking refuge down the alleyway where all the bins were. He had his hands braced on the side of a large dumpster, taking deep breaths, his eyes closed and his head hanging down between his shoulders. He'd gotten so damn angry. Why was he so angry? Because of him! Who the hell did he think he was? Acting like he had control over what this was, what they were; not that they were anything at all. Trying to push Tailor into a corner he didn't want to be in, taking all that he had given him and twisting it, making him feel like this. So ill. So angry!
Tailor took in a sharp breath and opened his eyes, instantly realising where his hands were and jerking back, holding his arms out like they were filthy, though there was nothing on them. After a moment, he turned and walked from the alleyway onto the streets of the Citadel. He found himself in a bar – there were no shortage of those – and drank whiskey until his stomach felt settled. He never could stand being at the Citadel for too long; far too many versions of his own face staring back at him at once, and so he decided to go home. Though not before making a phone call.
“How soon do you think you can be at the studio?”
“Uhh, an hour, maybe?”
“Alright. Be there with cake, something sugary. Marzipan… Battenberg.”
Tailor didn't hang around to hear the protests that followed, he simply hung up and portaled his way home.
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Tailor's assistant was nothing if not loyal and an hour from the phone call, Tailor turned up at his studio to find her sitting patiently with a supermarket own brand battenberg on a paper plate. It was hardly a sophisticated afternoon tea set up but it'd have to do, and Tailor was slightly drunk anyway so he couldn't care less as long as he could eat something delicious to soak up some of the whiskey in his belly.
“Well this is odd. It's not your birthday, that's in March, is there a reason I'm here with cake? I didn't bring any candles,” she said as Tailor strolled over, shedding his suit jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair he pulled out to sit at.
“I wanted cake,” he shrugged, dragging over the paper plate and using the blunt plastic knife provided to hack a generous slice off. “Would you care for some?”
“No, thank you,” she shook her head and watched as Tailor practically bit the slice in half with one mouthful. “So you just wanted me to bring you some cake. No other reason I'm here?”
“Oh for- if I'm that terrible to be around, you have permission to piss off,” Tailor snapped with his mouth full, and his assistant watched a crumb fly towards her before landing just shy of her on the table.
She paused for a few moments before responding to the outburst, her mind registering the fact that this wasn't just one of his bad moods.
“I didn't mean to imply anything like that. You know I enjoy working for you, Tailor. When you called me so suddenly I wondered if you perhaps needed my help on the Council's robes or something, the deadline is coming up.”
“Oh God,” he sighed, dropping the remainder of his cake onto his plate and burying his head in his hands.
“What's wrong?” she asked. “Are you behind? I am happy to help you, you taught me how to blind stitch and you said yourself I was good at doing the buttons. Would that be useful right now?”
“No, it's- actually yes. Buttons. I've marked out the placement, all you'll need is over in that drawer. That would give me one less thing to think about.”
He picked up the cake again and finished off the slice, grumbling on as his assistant retrieved a jacket and a handful of buttons. “I wasn't thinking about everything I needed to do and I got pissed at the Citadel. I can't work on those suits now, I'm useless,” he told her bluntly.
“You've been drinking?” she asked, as though she hadn't noticed when she definitely had.
“I've gotten myself into a complete mess, darling, I don't know what to do,” he sighed, passively watching over her as she got to work. He interrupted his woe to remind her, “Make sure the initials on the buttons are the right way up.”
“Of course. Would you like to talk about this mess?”
“I suppose that's what I had in mind when I called you. Though, I don't know what good it'll do.”
“Well, I'm all ears.”
Despite her saying so, Tailor remained quiet for a long while, but she didn't push. She kept her eyes focused on the button as she sewed it in place on the jacket.
“Personal question,” Tailor started, clearing his throat. “I suppose I'm obliged to say you don't have to answer this if you'd rather not. I'd just like to know… you and I.C. When you got together, did you sleep with him before or after developing feelings for him?”
His assistant paused, looking up from the button at Tailor as she thought about the question.
“After,” she said. “Though it was early on… I can't say I was as in love with him as I am now, when it happened. But there was something there, for sure.”
“Hmm,” Tailor mused, tapping his fingernails on the table.
“Why'd you ask?”
“Follow up question. Have you ever slept with someone when there were no feelings there?” he continued, his eyes narrowed slightly.
“Yes. Though, I was on the other side of it. Meaning, I had feelings, they didn't.”
“Oh?”
“It was a long time ago,” she shrugged, looking down at her work.
“And how did you deal with it?”
“Me? I put a stop to the whole thing when I realised it wasn't going any further than just sex. I didn't want to hang around to get hurt,” she admitted, taking a breath and exhaling sharply. “Not seeing them at all was better than being able to sleep with them but knowing it didn't mean anything.”
Tailor frowned down at the table, gnawing on his lip. He looked annoyed by something she'd said, and as soon as she noticed she questioned him.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I find myself in a situation where…” he paused, sucking in a breath. “I'm quite certain that someone I have been seeing has the wrong impression. Somewhere along the way they seem to have developed this idea of me that's false, and as a result they think what we have is going somewhere.”
“Wordy. To clarify, you've been sleeping with someone and now they have feelings for you?”
“I believe so.”
“And you don't return them,” she assumed, giving Tailor a funny feeling in his gut that he forced down and ignored.
“Correct. The issue is… I rather enjoy what we have as it is.”
“Well you know that's not going to work, right?”
“Why wouldn't it? It's been perfect up until now. I don't understand why things can't just stay how they are.”
“You're pulling my leg,” she looked at him gone out and Tailor stared back with a clueless look. “You really don't see why that can't happen?”
Tailor squirmed, averting his eyes.
“If this person has feelings for you, it's cruel to string them along, expecting them to give you what you want without having their own emotional needs taken into consideration.”
“I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind so long as he got to keep seeing me, you should see the way he looks at me.”
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, shaking her head.
“I didn't invite you here so you could sit there and judge me.”
“I'm not judging you. I'm just shocked that you're being so… uhh…” She searched for the right word and Tailor cocked a brow expectantly. “Cocky! And what did you expect? Did you think I'd just reassure you that it's perfectly fine and dandy to just ignore how he feels?”
Tailor didn't respond, and she felt like maybe she was getting through.
“Who is he? Someone in the fashion business, or?”
“He's a Rick.”
“A Rick?” she repeated, shocked. “That hairstylist from RickCon?”
“Oh, God no. He's… he's good. He knows what we are,” Tailor shook his head.
His assistant wasn't surprised to hear that they were still seeing each other. Sometimes the hairstylist would be at the studio when she arrived at work. For a while she thought they were getting serious, but it was evident now that that wasn't the case.
“So that buff guy you had that fitting with the other week?” she frowned to herself, deep in thought.
“I'm sorry?” Tailor's head jerked up, his face a picture of surprise.
“It is? I came over to the studio one evening, I was going to go in and speak to you because you hadn't really asked me for any help. I wondered if something was wrong. But this Rick was waiting outside, I asked him what he was doing and he said he had a suit fitting with you. I didn't think anything of it, I didn't want to get in the way so I just left,” she explained, and Tailor sighed in annoyance.
“So much for discreet,” he muttered.
“Well, it was pretty discreet, to be fair. He had me convinced,” she shrugged. “I haven't thought about that until now. But that's him then. What is he; in the army or something? He had dog tags, he also kept calling me ma'am, which was… nice,” she chuckled.
“Christ,” Tailor muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Lovely accent, too.”
“Do you want to take him off my hands, or . . .?” Tailor grouched, he sounded sarcastic but she couldn't be too sure.
“No. I'm perfectly happy with my Rick,” she grinned. “So is he?”
“What?”
“In the army.”
“Oh. He's in the SEAL team, at the Citadel,” Tailor explained with a sigh, looking down at the table and leaning his head on his hand.
“He didn't strike me as your type,” she commented, causing Tailor to scoff.
“Perhaps you don't know my type, then.”
“Hmm, he's cute, southern, big. But the piercings?” she asked incredulously.
“Mm, I'm not a fan. But the dinner plates in his ears don't bother me unless I look at them so I suppose it's not a huge deal,” Tailor told her nonchalantly, and she giggled.
“I thought you'd say something like that,” she smirked.
“Very nice body art, though. It's inspired a new line of shirts and jackets…”
“Tailor. He seems nice,” she said, and her tone made it sound like a scolding.
“And?”
“If you don't want him the way he wants you, do him a favour and try not to hurt him,” she warned, giving him a stern, meaningful look. He stared at her for a while before dropping his eyes again.
Tailor sighed.
“I never asked for all of this. I'd argue that I'm the victim here,” he muttered, almost under his breath.
She tutted and rolled her eyes. “Nobody is a victim, yet. Just be honest with him and see what happens. You can't string him along.”
“I've never given any indication that I wanted him for anything other than a bit of fun,” Tailor told her, but his voice wavered when he thought back over his actions. He most definitely had. But it hadn't been on purpose, so that should count for something.
“I'm not going to keep arguing, this is your thing. I can only give my best advice,” she shrugged her shoulders and turned her focus back to sewing on the jacket buttons.
Tailor didn't say anything after that, and the two sat in silence for a long time as she worked.
TBC...
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lonely-full-of-secrets · 7 years ago
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Sweet Dreams (Sweet Pea x Reader)
Masterlist - Part 2
Word Count: 3097
A/n: I really didn’t know what to name this fic but I left it as sweet dreams since this is based on a dream I had. This will have a part 2!
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Sweet Pea was someone you always had a crush on ever since you were kids. He was mean and more aggressive towards others who weren’t his friends, except with you. He was never mean to you.
Freshman year:
Once you were both in high school you started seeing him less and less since he started hanging around with the Southside Serpents and that made you sad. You hardly saw him as it was.
But one day you two got partnered up for a project.
“Hey Y/n, long time no see” he said.
You blushed and smiled, “I could say the same thing. How has Serpent life been treating you?” He wasn't an official Serpent yet but you knew it was only a matter of time.
“Not bad all things considered” he shrugged nonchalantly.
“Good, well I’m glad to see you’re okay.”
Something like surprise flashed across his face but quickly went away.
Since hanging out with the Serpents, Sweet Pea’s academic track record hasn’t been the best. You were afraid of being ditched and left to do the project on your own.
However that was not the case. He showed up to class everyday, on time and even met up with you a couple of times outside of school to work on it.
It all seemed to be going fine and you were even considering that he might like you back. How else would you explain why he didn't ditch and leave you to do the project on your own. Maybe he would have if he had been partnered up with anyone else.
Seeing as it was the end of the school year, you went in search for Sweet Pea to ask if he maybe wanted to hang out over the summer break.
It couldn't hurt to ask right? What's the worst that can happen?
You were shocked to see Sweet Pea lip locking with his longtime friend Toni Topaz (before the fishnets and pink hair).
It hurt to see but he didn’t owe you anything, you two weren't even friends. And that was just the beginning of the longest most miserable summer break ever.
In small towns, everyone knows everyone and there are only so many places you can go to in town. So, it's a given that you'll bump into your classmates eventually. That includes Sweet Pea and Toni.
But they just seemed to be taunting you, everywhere you went, you saw the lovey dovey couple which made you a bit jealous but then guilty for feeling jealous.
Eventually you had to bury your feelings since it was clear nothing would ever happen between you two.
Sophomore year:
Towards the end of summer you stopped seeing the couple everywhere. At first you just thought that you had simply learned to block them out but when school started back up again things were different.
Pea was still so obviously in love with Toni but she didn’t seem to reciprocate it as loudly as she had during the summer. To everyone else, they were going as strong as ever, but only you saw that Toni seemed distracted and not all there.
Eventually the truth came out. Toni broke up with Sweet Pea and came out as bisexual. That wasn't the issue though. It was that she started hanging out with some northsider named Cheryl right after.
That was Sweet Pea’s first and last relationship. Toni had undoubtedly broken Sweet Pea’s heart.
You could tell that Pea had put in all he had into the relationship but it didn’t work in his favor. You knew his heart had been broken but he brushed it off as if he didn't care.
What was worse is that they remained friends and Pea had to hear all out how sensational Cheryl was. That must of stung.
After that, his casual school appearances became less and less frequent.
You hadn’t seen him in such a long time that for a moment you wondered if he had ever been a real person or something out of your imagination.
Junior year:
When you saw him again, he had gotten taller, if that was even possible, and definitely had some new muscles that went really well with his new wardrobe.
He now donned the infamous Serpent leather jacket, meaning he was now an official member. He also showed off his new serpent tattoo right where everyone could see it on the left side of his neck.
His new bad boy look earned him some new attention from Southside High’s female population, which in turn gave him a player reputation. He rarely dated and definitely never established any real relationships with these girls. He became a person solely interested in sex.
It saddened you to see it all unfold, he went from being happy and in love to being a stereotypical bad boy player all because Toni (his best friend) broke his heart.
Granted she probably never meant to break it but the truth of the matter was that she did.
You wondered if you were the only one who noticed this. Sweet Pea was obviously still hurting, but what could you do? You hadn't spoken to him in over year and a half.
Then one day at a party you were both at, you didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself much, your friends ditched you and you were left alone on the back porch with a drink in hand. You were alone until Sweet Pea stepped out to have a smoke.
You could instantly tell he was a bit buzzed by the way spoke, “Hey! Y/n, right?” you knew he was joking but since it has been so long it seemed appropriate.
You nod, “Hey Sweet Pea”.
He walked over to stand beside you, “How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you in what feels like forever”.
“Well I’ve always been here” you mumble under your breath.
“Hmm?” he asked.
“Just been around, you know, still studying hard” you faked a smile.
“Yeah” he said as he lit a cigarette. He took a really long drag and upon exhaling he added, “you were always good at that”.  
You rolled your eyes at his comment. Of course he would only remember you as the smart girl, nothing more.
“Can I try it” you asked.
“What this?” he gestured to the cigarette carefully placed in between his fingers. You nod “Sure, I guess” he answered as he handed it to you.
You hold it awkwardly and you’re suddenly self conscious, he’s looking at you, like really looking this time. He licks his lips as you place the cigarette in between yours.
You slowly inhale and you feel the hot smoke fill your lungs and quickly exhale it. You cough at the bitter taste stuck in your throat.
Sweet Pea laughed, “You get used to it”.
You took a sip of your drink trying to rid yourself of the aftertaste it left. You definitely did not see the appeal.
After a couple of quiet seconds he speaks. “So what are you doing out here by yourself?”
You gesture to the loud house behind you, “Not really my scene”.
“Want to leave?”
You studied his face and he didn’t seem to be harboring any ill intentions. The opportunity presented itself and you were not about to let it pass you. “Actually, yeah!”
He sent you a wicked grin. “Let’s go then” he takes one last drag of his cigarette before dropping it and putting it out with the toe of his boot.
He led you towards side of the house and let you through the opening of a wooden fence.
“I don’t live too far from here” he said.
You didn’t really know what to say or do, all that escaped your mouth was a weak, “Okay”.
You both stayed silent for a while. The night time breeze rolled through making you shiver.
“You cold?” he asked.
“I’m fine” but he took off his Serpent jacket and placed it over your shoulders anyway. “Thanks”.
He smiled proudly, “No problem”.
It wasn’t long until you got to his place. He walked up, unlocked the front door and turned on the lightswitch before gesturing you to go in first.
You walked in and you weren’t sure what to expect from this, surely he knew you weren’t that kind of girl. Right?
“Please have a seat.” He walked into his small kitchen and shouted, “Uh, you want something to drink?” he asked seeming unsure of himself.
You cleared your throat, “Water is fine”.
You took a seat on the couch and played with the hem of your skirt while you waited for him to join you.
He handed you a glass of water and you took a couple of drinks to help clear your throat of nervousness.
He took the seat right next to you and the closeness made you even more nervous.
Sweet Pea broke the silence with a laugh. “This feels so surreal”.
Confused you asked, “Why?”
“It’s just that… I mean…” he found it difficult to formulate his thoughts. “Who would have thought we’d be where we are today; Me as a Serpent and you making your way out of Riverdale through college.” He paused for a second before he added, “Seriously, not many get to leave and you might be one of the only ones that do.”
It took you by surprise that he knew how well you were doing in school.
“It just seems like just yesterday we were all kids.”
“Yeah,” you said, “but that’s life. We have to move forward no matter what”.
He stopped and thought about it for a second, “You're right”. He quickly changed the subject, “Do you remember sixth grade camp?”
You smiled recalling what he was referring to. “You mean when you and Fangs pretended to slip down the small hill so that nobody would see that I ripped my pants? Yeah, I remember”.
“You knew it was on purpose?”
You laughed, “I did. I guess I never thanked you for that.” You set the water cup on the coffee table and faced him. “So, here it is. Thank you Sweet Pea for literally saving my ass from being humiliated.” You both have the biggest smiles on your faces.
“Don’t mention it.”
The way he looked at you filled your stomach with butterflies. It has been way too long since you had an actual conversation with him. So laughing with him was definitely a plus.
“You know what you said earlier about me being able to get out of Riverdale?”
“What about it?”
“What if I didn’t want to get out?” you study his reaction.
He furrowed his eyebrows, “Why not? Is there something keeping you here?”
This was it. This was your chance to tell Sweet Pea that you liked him. It was now or never. “More like a someone.”
The way you looked at him made him realize that you were talking about him. He never really thought about you in that way before but now you were here in front of him he knew what he was missing out on.
He looked you up and down, “We’re definitely not kids anymore.”
You chuckle nervously, “You keep saying that.”
He kept glancing at your lips and you wondered if he was going to kiss you. Was this really happening? Did he finally notice you?
“You look beautiful tonight” he whispered.
“As opposed to when?” you both chuckle and smile like idiots.
“Can I kiss you?” Wait… did he really just ask? He seemed more the type to just go for it and hope for the best.
Sweet Pea was still smiling when you nodded. Your heartbeat pounded in your chest as he reached up and placed his hand under your chin. Then he tilted his head slightly and leaned in very slowly. You shut your eyes in anticipation.
When his lips finally connected with yours it was a soft chaste kiss. It was everything you ever expected in a kiss with him, gentle yet magical.
He pulled away and dropped his hand from your chin to gauge your reaction. When you opened your eyes again he was looking to you to say something but you couldn't even formulate thoughts let alone words.
He chuckled, “Was that your first kiss?”
“No, but I wish it was” you blush at your own words. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“That’s cute” after he said that, his whole face changed as if he just realized something.
Without warning he leans back in to kiss you again. It starts off slow and patient and you feel him place a hand on your knee. Then he picked up the pace and the kisses became fast and sloppy.
You felt his hand slowly inching up higher and higher up your thigh. Once he got to the hem of your skirt you stopped his hand with yours before he could go anything further.
“Sweet Pea” you looked at him pleadingly. You hoped he’d understand why it couldn’t go any further.
Sweet Pea exhaled sounding exasperated.  “Y/n, isn’t this why you came over?”
It hurt that he even had to ask that. “No, I came to get away from the party.” You paused and added, “And to talk, with you.” Your heart was sinking fast as you realized he was treating you like any other girl he probably brings home.
He let out a humorless laugh, “Come on, I won’t tell anyone. I won’t taint your good girl rep.”
With that you slap him, hard.
“What the hell?” he cupped his cheek, clearly shocked at what you had done.
You stood up and threw his Serpent jacket at him, which you had still been wearing. “Just because one girl broke your heart doesn't give you the right to treat the rest of us like trash” you yelled.
He was still in shock, not really knowing what to say. Plus he didn't even know you could yell like that.
“I will not be another notch on your bedpost. I actually have some self respect.” You flew out the door without another word. To say that you were disappointed in Sweet Pea was an understatement.
That night you walked all the way home, well aware that he was not too far behind to make sure you made it home safely.
You saw him occasionally at school that year but he never made eye contact with you.
The next time you spoke to him was at Pop’s the summer before senior year.
You usually read in the park, the sounds of birds chirping on a warm summer day perfectly set the tone for the story you were reading, but today was too hot. So, you came into the diner and chose a booth in the far back where no one would bother you.
While you were there you ordered a milkshake and fries. You ate and drank while you read your favorite book for the millionth time.
The bell signaled that someone had entered but you paid no attention since you weren’t waiting for anyone. You were so immersed in your book that you didn’t notice someone trying to get your attention. When you looked up from your book you saw Sweet Pea staring at you.
You jumped back in surprise. “Jesus Christ! How long have you been sitting there?”
“Long enough,” he tried not to laugh but failed. “Remind me not to get into a staring match with you. Tell me, do you even blink when you read?”
You did not find him to be at all humorous. The last time you you two had spoken, things didn’t end well but by the look on Sweet Pea’s face one couldn’t tell simply by looking at you.
He gave you a playful smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
You sighed and went back to your book, pretending to read it. But let’s face it, it was just a way of distracting yourself from having to make eye contact. “What do you want Sweet Pea?”
His face got serious, “I want to apologize.” You looked up from your book and met his stare but remained silent. “You were right, and I’m sorry about the way I handled things.”
He looked down at his hands in shame. You had never seen him look so vulnerable but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.
You made a fool of yourself by confessing your feelings to the one person everyone warns you not to fall in love with, the ‘bad boy’. But despite his reputation, you knew about the broken hearted boy underneath the leather and sin.
“You know at first, I was angry about what you said. I thought to myself, ‘Who does she think she is?’ But the more time that passed I finally came to terms with the fact that Toni did break my heart and I hadn’t moved on. She clearly did.”
He looked pained but he went on, “That night I kissed you, I’m sorry I ruined it by being a dick. I panicked.”
You looked confused, why would he panic? That just didn’t make any sense at all.
He chuckled at your confused features, “The way you looked at me, it stirred something in me which I thought I would never feel again.”
Your heartbeat picked up suddenly. You were afraid of where he was going with this. You just stared at him until he continued.
“Happy,” he looked at you expectantly but knew you still weren’t going to say anything, “In that moment, where it was just us with no pressures to be someone we’re not, I felt happy.”
You gasped and you could have sworn you felt your heart skip a beat but then you remembered how humiliated you felt, how humiliated he made you feel. “Then why did you treat me like every other girl you’ve had sex with?” You spoke so low you were afraid he didn’t hear it.
It hurt to finally get those words out. You had pictured how this moment would go down in your head for months now and each time it ended with you lashing out at Sweet Pea and none with a lone tear making its way down your cheek.
“I couldn’t ever let anyone make me feel that vulnerable again. It was just too painful” he said.
You wiped the tear from your face. “Well then,” you said and stood while packing up your belongings, “you can thank you pride for breaking my heart.” You walked out of the diner without another word.
A/n: Don’t be alarmed for we still have to get through senior year! Part 2 coming soon!
Masterlist - Part 2
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neokollection · 6 years ago
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A - Z ㅡ Taeyong
NOT NSFW!!!
A/N: A twist on the traditional A-Z that’s NSFW and now a fluffy version. Yes, I made these up, sorry if they’re bad-
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A - According To ...
According to Taeil, Taeyong is very sensitive and just wants to be loved.
B - Bored [ what he does when he’s bored ]
Scrolls through his phone or sleeps if possible- Basically, what we all do too.
C - Cuddling
Cuddle bug, he loves cuddles. He doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, or your limbs are all tangled together, facing one another. Anything with contact he’s fine with- He likes burying his face, can’t say why... He’s gorgeous, not sure why he’d hide. But he finds it most comfortable and a good way to block out the light, plus he’s enraptured in your scent, nuzzling into the crook of your neck or chest. He’ll snuggle anywhere, in bed, on the sofa, in the back of a taxi, etc... When he’s sleepy or has a bit of alcohol in his system he’s the most cuddly, murmuring shit no one can understand.
D - Day or Night? 
He prefers night. Usually in the darkness of his bed, illuminated by his phone.
E - Excited [ what he does when he’s excited ]
He wiggles! He’s a wiggler~ When he gets excited his hands clasp together, or onto the person he’s with and he smiles, even laughs. He’ll even go as far as to bounce around, clapping his hands. When he can’t hold it in he does a variety of weird motions, not really knowing what to do with his hands for once.
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F - Fans
He loves his fans so much! He credits them with everything, without them he wouldn’t be where he is today and NCT wouldn’t.  Each and everyday he reads what fans say on either the fan board, twitter, youtube comments, instagram, etc... And I bet you each and everyday he smiles because of the things he reads. He told fans once if they see NCT on the street to run up to them and hug them without saying anything [pretty sure that’s what a lot of sasaeng fans try to do anyway in the airport, and you’d definitely get a bodyguard on your ass]- He just wants NCTzenies to love one another and NCT!
G - Gayness
Hmm, around 40% I would say. Jaeyong is still a strong ship. He’s a very subtle and chill gay, but still a confident one- Except for when it comes to Jungwoo and Win, then he gets flustered... bc... cute angels.
H - Heart
He’s got such a big heart and so many don’t know!!! He did wrongs in his past and has been branded for them ever since, even tho time and time again he’s apologized, cried, and addressed them with regret... With his lyrics too you can tell he wants to be loved, as Taeil said. He’s a leader, and has to be compassionate and sympathetic to be able to handle his group mates and have them all love him- He’s a huge softie, have you ever seen him around animals?
I - Imagine ...
Imagine baking chocolate chip cookies together.
J - Jealousy
He’s jealous. If it’s just between mates it’s fine, Johnny and Jae hanging out, chill. But it comes when he’s attached to certain people who he finds himself close with, but they give another attention... He needs attention, especially yours. He’ll find something else to do other than watch, pour himself a glass of water, look at his phone, turn around and act like he’s going to sleep. It’s a mini silent treatment until you address him. He’ll still ask later about it, what was Yuta saying that was so important? Be a bit obvious he’s jealous, he doesn’t mind if you know, he’d prefer you/them know than be oblivious.
K - Kisses
A great kisser!!! He gives all his friends little pecks on their cheeks and says his kisses are a reward to his members~ Any chance this giggling mess has pop a smooch on your cheek, nose, or forward he will- Even for the littlest of things, the way you cutely sneezed or whined at him for being too loud. When it comes to your lips, he has a thousand different kissed saved for each occasion; a sweet and chaste kiss for when your sleepy, a rushed and teeth-bared smooch for when he’s excited, long sensual make-outs when he’s upset or emotional, rough and passionate kisses when your pulling on his shirt, etc... His lips are so soft and travel all over the he can reach, your hand, sure, your hair, of course, your nose, certainly, the back of your neck and shoulder, naturally~
L - Lyric [ personal/my favorite lyric or verse ]
“I’ll show myself to you, so show yourself to me too. Hug me. What do I do with this attention-seeking illness I’ve caught because of you?” Baby Don’t Like It - NCT 127
I mean he rapped earlier in it about being a hard ass bitch who’s going to play with your heartbeat, wanting you to kick and hit him... But look- He’s a real softy, just talking the talk to get your attention. These lyrics seem so soft to me- Like his real feelings for a S/O
M - Moody
He can be a moody bitch, no lie. Especially since he’s exhausted far too often and doesn’t have the energy to deal with everyone 24/7. When he gets in his moods he can become really quiet and keep to himself, his typical look of boredom on his face...
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N - Neediness
Depends on who it’s with. In this kind of scenario obviously it’s dedicated to the reader, so I’d say only with you is he needy, for attention and all. He’s needy with his members too, since they know him inside and out, but he doesn’t want to put strain on people or seem annoying, so with staff and others he won’t act needy.
O - Open or Closed?
He’s a pretty closed person, he doesn’t make friends easily and it’s especially hard being a celebrity- Knowing who you can trust and get close with and who you can’t... But with his close friends he’s very open, they’re his only outlet since he doesn’t want to worry his family.
P - Picky?
When it comes to food he’s not so picky- I mean he has a list of stuff he doesn’t like, but he’s also very willing to try new things~ When it comes to people, he’s kinda picky who he’d chose as his friends. He has high standards and it takes a lot of work to become close to him, so you’d be the top 1%
Q - Question [ something I wonder about him... ]
 With a S/O, would his germaphobia lessen? Would he share a water bottle with me? Cuz I mean I have it also, but I’d share with him
R - Rec [ song rec directly from him ]
When I Fall in Love - Nat King Cole
S - Skinship
He’s fine with it, he does PDA too. He’s not shy of it and naturally is one into skin contact for the simplest of things. Rustling your hair if you did a good job, interlocking fingers, squeezing the flesh of your arms unconsciously as he spouts, poking your cheek, gently body bumping before chuckling as you push him out of your way, etc...
T - Talent
Off the charts, no questions asked. Amazing actor, singer, rapper, dancer, person, etc...
U - Unique [ a unique characteristic ]
He has so many facets. You all already know what I’m talking about. He’s cool and sexy on stage, but adorable and sometimes awkward off. His persona is so unique, how he’s able to switch so casually.  I think it makes him unique, I’ve never met someone who can so coolly be two-faced.
V - Vegetable [ how he is when lazy ]
I’m not 100% sure, but I can guess. If he’s feeling tired and has the chance, he’d probably sleep. Usually tho, he probably plays Animal Crossing or another game on his phone- Possibly even taking some time to lounge around and scroll through the NCT tag on Twitter. If he has to do something he’s obviously going to not want to, but he’s a big boy and as NCT’s leader he’s learned a lot about doing things even though he may not want to and matured a lot as well, so he’ll still silently do whatever it is he’s asked before plopping on the sofa once more.
W - Wink
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X - X-Man [ if he had a superpower it would be... ]
He said he’d like the ability to teleport, to visit all the Czennies around the world no doubt- His parents too-
Y - Yellow [ his thoughts on the color ‘Yellow’ ]
If the color gold is considered yellow... He may like it. But in general I think he can agree it’s an ugly and awkward color- I mean when do you ever see him willingly wearing yellow??? Never
Z - Zodiac
Cancer~ Very sensitive. He matches well with Cancer, Taurus, Pisces, & Scorpio ^^ He doesn’t match well with Aries or Libra T T
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kanasmusings · 7 years ago
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[Translation] SolidS Drama CD Vol. 4 - Kumo no Mukou ni - Track 2
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Here’s the second track~ 
Under the cut as usual, enjoy!
SolidS – Kumo no Mukou ni Drama CD Track 2
  (Tsubasa’s humming and drinking coffee)
(door opens and Rikka walks in)
RIKKA: Oh? I can smell the rich aroma of coffee~
TSUBASA: Yep, that’s right! I borrowed Shiki’s most prized possession.
TSUBASA: It’s to get me pumped up before work.
RIKKA: I guess Shiki won’t get mad if it’s for that.
RIKKA: (he puts a bag down) Alright then… I’m done preparing~
TSUBASA: Great work~
TSUBASA: Good luck with your work today, Rikka. You’re going to Kyoto all of a sudden with Dai-chan for work, right?
RIKKA: Yeah. Haiduki-san contacted us this morning and he said he’ll pick us up from here in a while. After that we’ll be riding a bullet train from Tokyo Station.
RIKKA: We’ll be there until the day after tomorrow. I know there were certain circumstances but it really was too sudden, huh?
TSUBASA: I see. Did someone suddenly fall ill or something? You’re gonna participate in an event, weren’t you?
RIKKA: That’s what I heard. There’ll be a kimono exhibition and then an interview. And then after that there’s a photo shoot around the city I think…
RIKKA: He said he’ll explain to us in detail on the bullet train.
TSUBASA: Spring in Kyoto, huh~ I feel like it’ll make for great pictures!
RIKKA: That’s right~ (sighs) I kinda wish I could just go sightseeing though.
TSUBASA: Totally! I wonder if the cherry blossoms are in bloom already~
RIKKA: I wonder. Maybe they’re still buds just like here in Tokyo.
TSUBASA: Ah, Rikka, there’s some coffee ready. Want some?
RIKKA: Yes, thank you.
RIKKA: Your mornings sure are elegant, huh, Tsubasa~
RIKKA: You start work at noon today?
TSUBASA: Yep~ There’s a meeting and a few formalities before the start of the CM filming.
TSUBASA: There’s gonna be a briefing on a lot of stuff so they said we needed to all be there.
TSUBASA: It’s gonna be until night but I think I’ll be back before dinner.
RIKKA: I see. It was a CM for a drug company, right?
TSUBASA: Yeah. It’s a CM for a nutritional drink.
TSUBASA: “A step forward during a crucial moment.” is the concept.
TSUBASA: It seems like it’s a series where people from different jobs will cooperate with each other.
TSUBASA: My partner’s an author.
RIKKA: Eh? An author…? Who?                      
(Tsubasa picks up a book and shows it to Rikka)
TSUBASA: Here. He’s this book’s author.
TSUBASA: “An up-and-coming novelist!” He’s Kuriki Yohei.
RIKKA: Ah, I know him. He’s gotten several awards recently, right? I remember seeing him on the news.
RIKKA: If I remember correctly… He’s being called the number one author preferred by young readers.
TSUBASA: Looks like it~ I’ve read all four of his works, too.
RIKKA: What were they like?
TSUBASA: Hmmm… My impressions are… They’re like charcoal fire?
RIKKA: (chuckles) What’s with that? That sounds like an impression fitting for his books, huh?
TSUBASA: All the subjects you can pick up from his books are really difficult!
TSUBASA: Like, there’s the harmful effect of an internet-centric society or… Something about a family who moved to live in a virtual forest and stuff.
TSUBASA: His composition’s really difficult and I felt like “Woah, what the heck?!” when I first started reading one.
TSUBASA: But, when I resolved myself to read it, I couldn’t put it down.
TSUBASA: Even after thinking it’s difficult at first, it leaves a unique kinda fire inside your heart after you’re done reading.
TSUBASA: That’s why it’s ‘charcoal fire’. Did ya get it~?
RIKKA: It’s a heat that slowly swallows you, was it?
TSUBASA: Yep, yep! That’s kinda how it is.
RIKKA: Hmm~ I feel like reading them now, too. Will you lend it to me next time?
TSUBASA: Of course~
RIKKA: So, going back to the CM topic, you’ll be co-starring with Kuriki-san, huh?
TSUBASA: Yep. It seems like they’ll show me at a crucial moment before a live and they’ll show him during a crucial moment with his deadline.
RIKKA: It’ll be about both of your challenges, right~
RIKKA: I hope that it’ll be a good commercial. I’m looking forward to it.
TSUBASA: Thank you~
RIKKA: It feels like it will be a passionate one, huh?
(door opens)
DAI: Sorry for the wait.
RIKKA: Ah, no, I just got finished [packing] a while ago. Wait, Dai—Is that all you’re gonna bring with you?
DAI: Hm? Yeah, that’s right.
RIKKA: Isn’t that rucksack the one you’re always using?
DAI: Yeah.
RIKKA: Is there… did you really bring stuff that’s for a 2-3 day trip…?
DAI: Of course. This is enough.
DAI: We’ll still be in Japan after all. If I need something I can just buy it somewhere there.
TSUBASA: Dai-chan’s always carried a few things during times like these, huh~
RIKKA: Back during my model days I was always running around here and there so I thought that it’d be better to have a compact case but…
RIKKA: I kinda feel like I just lost.
DAI: That’s a weird thing to be upset at losing about.
RIKKA: (laughs) But, don’t you think it’s kinda cool that you look like you’re used to travelling because you’ve only got a little stuff with you~?
TSUBASA: I feel ya~! You’re still fine. It’s not like Rikka’s carrying a lot of stuff either.
DAI: Shiki’s stuff is even fewer compared to mine, you know?
RIKKA: He’s an exception. His lack of stuff is totally on a mysterious level.
TSUBASA: He does go on overseas trips with only one bag. Like, the other day he managed to survive in Nagoya with only a small bag and his wallet.
DAI: Yeah, he did. I remember that.
DAI: He did buy souvenirs but the paper bag was bigger than his own stuff.
RIKKA: Unbelievable.
TSUBASA: His bag might be mysteriously connected to the paper bag, ya know~
RIKKA: (chuckles) I feel like that’s possible.
DAI: Is it really?
RIKKA: I kinda hold a grudge against Shiki for not needing to bring skin care and hair products.
DAI: Ah… Though he looks like the type to bring coffee-flavoured candy and sake bottles.
RIKKA: Maybe I’ll inspect his stuff next time.
RIKKA: It might be fine for now but in 5 years or so, if he doesn’t take care of his skin and hair, he’ll have trouble with it.
RIKKA: My goal is to be as cool with our personal appearance even when we become “Old Men SolidS”. I’ll have everyone do their best, too~
TSUBASA: Woah~ Rikka’s on fire~
DAI: Anyway… “Old Men SolidS” sounds weird.
TSUBASA: Right~ Specially if Rikka says it, I feel like there’s an underlying omen… Old men…? Or something. I totally can’t imagine it…
DAI: I agree. Everyone aside from Rikka will look different.
RIKKA: Really? Although I’d be happy if that were true~
RIKKA: But, we’re human so we’ll age. There’s nothing negative about getting older.
RIKKA: I at least want to be able to age coolly and be admired a little.
TSUBASA: Oh-ho~ Rikka’s sense is so grand.
TSUBASA: I can’t imagine you as an old man but I can imagine Shiki!
TSUBASA: He’d definitely suit being a part of Old Men SolidS!
TSUBASA: (trying to imitate Shiki’s voice) “I’m Takamura Shiki, 40 years old. I’m still fired up for work as usual!” he’d definitely say something like that!
SHIKI: Sorry for being such a predictable old man.
TSUBASA: …! (in a high-pitched voice) W-woah…!
SHIKI: Though you’re not wrong about the fact that I’ll still be gung-ho about work when I’m in my 40’s.
SHIKI: I’ll stay in this industry for my entire life.
TSUBASA: Y-you surprised me…! Can you please not just appear so suddenly?
RIKKA: I almost spat out my coffee…
DAI: I’d have been soaked if I continued walking forward.
SHIKI: It’s not sudden. I came in normally from the door.
SHIKI: You were probably too excited about Old Men SolidS that you didn’t notice. I think it’s still good but are you sure you’re not gonna be late?
RIKKA: Eh? Ah, it’s already this time.
TSUBASA: Ah, I’ll clean the cups later.
RIKKA: Thank you. Dai, let’s go.
DAI: Sure.
SHIKI: Do your best.
RIKKA: Yes, we’ll do our best at work~ Good luck to you two as well.
RIKKA: Especially you, Shiki. I heard that your deadline’s coming close. Get some proper rest once in a while even though you’re busy, okay?
SHIKI: I’ll try. I’m sure Haiduki will coordinate it just fine. There are lots of times when things don’t always go according to plan. Outside influences might cause a delay on the matter at hand.
RIKKA: I see.
SHIKI: Fortunately, the topics at hand are completely different from each other and I can think freely about what to write. I hope I get something done.
SHIKI: Well, it’s what makes it fun.
DAI: It’s great that it’s for a SolidS song too, isn’t it?
SHIKI: Totally. That’s why I might make you sing more dazzling idol songs again.
DAI: That’s… I hope you don’t…
RIKKA: Eh~? Isn’t that fun? I plan to sing it with all I’ve got though~
RIKKA: Bring it on~
TSUBASA: Me, too!
DAI: He might really make us do it so stop that.
SHIKI: Look forward to it.
RIKKA: (chuckles) Now then… We’ll be on our way for real this time.
DAI: We’ll be on our way.
TSUBASA: Take care~!
SHIKI: Be careful.
(door opens and Rikka and Dai leave)
TSUBASA: I wonder what they’ll bring us for souvenirs~ I’ll look forward to it~
SHIKI: If they had that much free time, it’d be fine. But it looks like their schedule’s packed.
TSUBASA: Eh? Is that so?
SHIKI: It was an irregular request. A few days ago, an old desk worker retired and the one that took over wanted to do a prefecture-specific job and snuck it in. It went by completely unnoticed.
SHIKI: It was found out when the other party called in to confirm.
TSUBASA: Aw man… So that’s why Rikka and Dai-chan were suddenly called to fill in.
SHIKI: Exactly. If those two are there they’ll be able to do most of what’s needed.
SHIKI: They’re very versatile and there’s two of them. Plus, they’re pretty well-known.
SHIKI: The agency’s happy that they can show off talents who are good at not only singing and dancing.
TSUBASA: That’s great, Producer~ Don’t you feel so proud?
SHIKI: I guess.
SHIKI: By the way…
TSUBASA: Huh?
SHIKI: I’m curious about this aroma that’s filling the room.
TSUBASA: Geh…!
SHIKI: Tsubasa, that coffee you’re drinking, could it be…
TSUBASA: (in a slightly panicking tone) Oh no! Looks like I’ll be going out, too~!
TSUBASA: It’s a little early but I guess I’ll go shopping and eat an early lunch along the way~
SHIKI: Hey.
TSUBASA: I won’t be back until dinner so do your best at work, too, Leader! (he blows a kiss)
(Tsubasa opens the door)
TSUBASA: I’ll be going now~
(door closes)
SHIKI: Hey, Tsubasa. Hey, wa—
SHIKI: (to himself) Good grief. They drank such expensive coffee.
SHIKI: (to himself) Do your work properly in exchange.
  ==END==
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Responses to {Part 26} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~
Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^
(I have also included asks that I received in the hours before IWSY was posted ^^)
Anonymous said: I was having a really horrible day. And that's when I realized IWSY is getting updated tonight and it hasn't been as bad as a day as expected!^^  On a side note, do you like 2PM? I just wanted to see possibly. If you do, what is your favorite song? Thank you for being so awesome! 💕😘
I’m sorry you are having a really horrible day *hugs* but I hope IWSY can make you smile a little bit! And yes, I like 2PM, but is it bad to say that my fav song was 10 our of 10? LOLOL I still listen to it occasionally :3
Anonymous said: can't wait for the new iwsy chapter :)))
Yay I hope you enjoy it!!
@hemhings said: I won't be able to read I Won't Stop You tonight because I'm on nightshift, I'm so upset about this!😭😭😨
Awww babe I’m sorry you’re working nightshift! :( that really sucks ugh :( but don’t worry my love, Jungkook will still be here for you when you get home!! :3
@ktaegyo said: okay i just had my first part of final exams today and I fucked it up but then I stumbled upon your story and read all 25 chapters at one go lmao. bless you, thank you for making me feel better. I love you
I’m sure you didn’t fuck it up my love, I’m sure you did the best you can do! *hugs* but I’m really happy that IWSY made you feel a little better, and I love you too :D
@fangirlunnie said: IWSY can have hundreds of chapters and I wouldn't get tired of it 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻
Oh god I don’t think it will have hundreds of chapters xD But it is turning out to be quite long! I never expected the story to take my to all these different places and ideas xD But thank you so much beautiful :3
@adoppelna14 said: Every Tuesday I have this strange urge to tell you that I am waiting for the new Chapter of IWSY😂 and it's no joke. A lot of times I look at the date and I'm like, Oh no it's not Tuesday yet. And every Tuesday morning it's like, why can't it be night already?😂😭
Please never lose this strange urge because I really love seeing people get excited (cos I get excited too!!) hehe ^^ I really hope you’ll enjoy this one ahhhh c:
Anonymous said: Bc i live in the Netherlands i have to wait till 10:30 bc the time is 1 hour behind, but still I always stay awake for IWSY and I always go to sleep after i read it bc Tuesday is the longest school day i have whaha
Awh bless you that’s so late for you I’m sorry! :( But I hope that tonight’s chapter will be a good one :3
Anonymous said: iwsy is literally the highlight of my day... no lie. my university classes have already stopped for the summer so i have nothing to do today.. and iwsy hasnt come out yet.... so all i did was nap. i woke up, checked the time in the uk, went back to sleep, and checked the time again. you got yourself a dedicated reader here!!!!
You’re literally so cute I’m screaming xD But I’m so jealous that you’re already finished Uni for the summer! I really hope you like tonight’s chapter :3 thank you so much for reading IWSY!!
Anonymous said: IWSY has reached its final ark right? I'm so exited for the last chapters. ^0^
Maybe, maybe not! You’ll just have to wait! :D
@warriorinhealing said: Can I just say I'm literally sitting at the edGE OF MY BED just waITING for IWSY to update 😩 this story is so good and my friend got me into this and I don't regret(okay kinda of bc my emotions are played a lot in this story) and I jUST !!! 😭😩 I don't ship chim and tae but this story makes me wonder if I should and I love yoongi but this story makes me waNNA FITE HIM SO HARD and I want him to cATCH MY H A N DSS !!! and you just write so good 😭 sorry that this is long, I'm vvv emotional
Ahh you’re so cute thank you so much! I’m really happy that you got into IWSY and that you’re enjoying it :3 Tbh i ship tae with everyone lmao he’s so loveable and full of affection ^^ I hope you’ll enjoy tonight’s chapter my love!! thank you so much :3
Anonymous said: First of all, i'm going to calmly say that you are a wonderful writer and that new chapter is no joke. I also want to say something else. Pardon my french, but:  WHAT THE FUCK?  I almost started sobbing.... But its fine... Ill just wait another seven days to see what happens.   [I've never cried from fanfiction before so this was a nice surprise. Thank you for being such a great writer and continuously uploading IWSY. Just thank you~💕]
Hehe :3 thank you so much for saying that ahh~ i’m so happy you read it and liked? it! lolol :3 thank you so much dear!
Anonymous said: fuck.
same tbh
Anonymous said: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YES
@jauntyjin said: IF U KILLED JIMIN ILL BE SO SAD
WHERE DOES IT SAY JIMIN DIED
@talkmemeytome said: Omg im ACTUALLY crying at iwsy youre such a great writer oh gosh
aaaaaaaaah thank you so much yay!!
Anonymous said: I AM SHOOKETH. OH MAN. THAT WAS SO GOOD. YOU'RE PLAYING WITH MY HEART STRINGS. JESUS
You’re so welcome hehe~ thank you very much!
@mysr3 said: Sara!!! Am so MAD at U rn!! That Yoongi bite not supposed 2b on Y/N ahh😖what!!! Am so upset Omg! Ok I know u r the queen of Cliff hanging but this is just the most painful one I ever had! Glare hard at u girl! Nice chapter! My emotions r all over the place again thx to u! Can u spare us n give us reassurance that everything will b okay! Plzz I need this! My tears keep on falling TT Thank you! I Love U n Ur Blog❤️❤️❤️ but should I continue LOVIN U after this hmm 🤔 Hav a good Day Sara! ❤️ Ps I like how u portrayed Y/N to b kind of bad ass this time! But Jimin!!!! Why~
It’s okay~ everyone’s mad at me :( Don’t cry! Keep reading! hehe :) And Y/N has always been bad ass ^^ But she definitely went overboard and couldn’t control her anger in this chapter I think^^ thank you so much for reading my love!
Anonymous said: 😯🙁😢😭😵😱  ☝basically how i felt while reading this chapter haha BUT DAMN NOW I REALLY NEED TO KNOW HOW THIS WILL TURN OUT I NEED NEXT WEEK TO ARRIVE (but also no because it'll be one week less to my finals) can't wait for updates!!! Hope you have a great week 😘
Next week isn’t that far away! and same I feel you i have so many tests and finals and assignments that I feel like crying forever lolol thank you so much for reading my love!
@ayedemi said: i'm crying istg, i need more of IWSY, i'm in London with school next week and i will miss it bc they don't know for sure if we have wifi ): but i wanna say ILY byeee ♥︎
Ooooh I will also be in London next week! *shifty eyes* hehe but I hope you’ll enjoy IWSY if/when you get a chance to read it :D
Anonymous said: I know I just forgave you for playing with my heart but now I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take it back becaUSEWHYDIDUKILLJIMIN?!WHYDIDYOUKILLTHEMOSTPRECIOUSTHINGINMYLIFEHUH?!HEWASJUSTAYOUNGVAMIREANDYOUJUSTWERELIKETIMETORUINTHEFUNSORRYMATE?!IFONLYICOULDKEEPMYSTUPIDMOUTHSHUTANDNOWJIMINISDEAD!!!IMSUPPOSEDTOWRITEAPAPERTHATSDUE T O M O R R O W AFTERREADINGTHIS?!THISISTOOMUCHFUDGINGANGSTFORMYPOORFLUFFYHEART?!IHAVEMORETOSAYBUTIMRUNNINGOUTOFCHARACTERSSOILLENDWITHTHIS-IH8USOMUCHRIGHTNOW!HMPH- Vampnip anon
Question; where in the chapter did it say Jimin died *confused face*
Anonymous said: ... .... ..... ...... I Hate  You So Much Right Now HOW.COULD.YOU.DO.THAT.TO.ME Is it sad that I don't actually care about my character I'm just really sad about jimin 😭
no Jimin don’t dieeeee!
@ohheyitsebonyrose said: Omgg Sara!!!! That chapter I'm actually crying! T-T you're such an amazing writer! It's my 18th Birthday tomorrow (well for me; April 13th) and I go see Got7 next week I'm so excited!!!
Happy Birthday to you my love! I hope you have an amazing 18th birthday AND OMG YAY YOU’LL HAVE AN AMAZING TIME! I’m also seeing GOT7 again in May and June and I can’t wait sdfghjk they’re literally the only thing that is stopping me from drowning myself somewhere lol. Thank you so much for reading IWSY my dear, it means a lot to me :D
@sundaymorningblues14 said: I have never felt this amount of anxiety over a fan fiction. But I made it through, and even though my poor heart is beating way too fast right now, I am happy I didn't stop reading it.. Thanks Sara x
I am glad you didn’t stop reading ^^ because everything will turn out just fine!! Thank you so much my love, and I hope you have a wonderful week~
Anonymous said: DUDE THAT CHAPTER I'M ACTUALLY CRYING REAL TEARS RIGHT NOW THIS ISN'T A DRILL HOLY SHIT DUDE I CAN'T TAKE IT I JUST
This is not a drill - this is a real emergency
@im-that-chesire-jax said: OH MY FUCKING GOD IM IN TEARSSSSS
*hands you a tissue* because same
Anonymous said: THAT ENDING! NO! I AM ACTUALLY IN TEARS,, holy crap you're so good at writing i admire you! also! how many chapters are left?
Thank you so much my love! You’re so kind to me :D And I have no idea, I’m sorry!
Anonymous said: NO GOD PLEASE NO. YOONGI DID NOT DO THAT. THIS STORYLINE IS SO CRUEL.
The world is a cruel place my friend
@animeimmortal said: DO YOU MIND WHY DID YOU DECIDE TO KILL JIMIN AND LIKE WHAT WAS THAT ENDING. MY SON IS DYING RIGHT NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LIKE WHAT IS THIS I Don't know what I was expecting tbh bUT IT WASNT THAT THou I was expecting a fight to break out and the detailed descriptions? Amazing I love reading them they make the whole thing seem so real you're so tale ted aNYwAY MY SON IS DYING THERE OMG WHYTYYYYY ❤❤❤
Where does it say Jimin died? :o hehe thank you for liking the detailed descriptions and i’m really happy it seemed real to you ^^ NO JIMIN DON’T DIEEEEE! Thank you so much dear ^^
@jeonjungkooksshi said: You're an amazing writer! IWSY IS AMAZINGGGGG and the latest chapter... ughhh too much for my weak heart! LOOKING FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK!! <3
*blushes* thank you so much my love c: that means so much to me!
@the-golden-jhope said: I WANNA FUCKING DIE YOU CANNOT END IWSY LIKE THAT IM CRYING OH MY GOD I CANT WAIT A WEEK
1. Don’t die pls - 2. I just did~ hehe THANK YOU for reading :D
Anonymous said: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IWSY PT 26 WAS SO SPICY!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN UNNIE!!! fuck i hate cliff hangers but, in this case it's totally understandable. omo, my hearteu my hearteu. Unnie, do us all a favour, STOP MESSING WITH OUR BIAS LIST!!! lol, You deserve around of applause. Can't wait for Tuesdays!!!! hwaiting!!!!
Hot hot spicy! hehe thank you so much for reading the update and I’m glad it brought you pain/pleasure ^^ hehe
Anonymous said: BSKSKSNDND MUMSY IM ACTUALLY CRYING AT THIS IM SCREAMING WHY WOULD YOU OH GOD IM IN NEED OF SERIOUS COMFORT WHY WHY WHY IM SOBBING NDKDKKDEM I CANT EVEN BREATHE I'M CRYING IM NOT READY FOR NEXT WEEK IDKSKEND MUMSYYYYY WHYYYYYYYYY
*comforts you* shhh it’s okay~ it’ll be over soon~~ hehe thank you for reading it my love!!
@deangetoutofmyspleen said: oK i'm crying like a little bitch yet again bc of IWSY. the pain is highkey worth it though i'm in love with this story. if i owned a time machine i'd go to next week fr
it’s okay I cry like a little bitch every day~ it’s gr8 hehe ^^ thank you for being in love with iwsy ^^ i’m so happy that you’re enjoying the updates lovely!
@platinumbreak said:  Thank you, you made me lucky haha my exams went well. I hope yours will too. I talked about your writings to a friend and she has been reading it for 3hours straight, she is not even answering anymore haha Ps: This chapter is just amazing thank you for writing and making our life happier haha ×
I’m so happy i could give you a little bit of luck! and I’m glad to know that your friend has seemed to immerse herself in the story too :3 I hope she likes it! thank you very much for reading!
Anonymous said: I'm not even gonna begin to lie, there's actual tears in my eyes after ch26 like, fuck it has me so emotional I'm such a soft pillow I just want everything to turn out okay Jesus Christ I'm sitting nd crying why u gotta do this to me
trust me,I was crying when I wrote parts of that chapter ^^ hehe~ *hugs you* thank you so much for reading the update!
@killingalltheflowers said: Omg this chapter was too much. HOLY SHIT YOU KILLED JIMIN, MY LOVE. YOU MONSTER (I still love you) A-AND NOOO NOW THE READER IS GOING TO BE BOUND TO YOONGI. UGH I- I CANT. I'M SO UPSET ABOUT EVERYTHING. YOU FREAKIN GODESS OF FANFICS. T^T Also this chapter was gorgeously written.. T^T
Where does it say Jimin died?! lol ahhh I’m definitely not a goddess but thank you so much for reading and enjoying the chapter, it means so much to me :3
@oramleon said: sara i'm fucking crying right now what the HELL was that update??????????? WHYYYYYYY
I’M SORRY OKAY
@theninjachan said: "Yoongi smiled – baring his teeth and gums as if he found something to be terribly funny."  YOOO I THOUGHT OF YOONGI'S GUMMY SMILE IN THIS LINE AND CAN'T HELP BUT GIGGLE BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM TEARS RIGHT NOW THIS HAS BEEN YOUR MOST HEART WRENCHING CHAPTER YET. I NEED A MOMENT.
Yoongis gummy smile melts my heart every single time fuck-- TAKE YOUR MOMENT ITS OKAY I UNDERSTAND hehe but I hope you enjoyed it my love ^^
Anonymous said: sara you KNEW everyone was gonna be upset what do you mean "some scenes may be upsetting" i was balling my eyes out the entire time
Shit u rite~~ BUT I HAD TO WARN OKAY YOU CAN’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF
@moonlighthollow said: OMG NO NO NO WTF NO PLEASE OMG  OK I'm done..😐 I'm an emotional wreck😭 she can't just..... yoongi can't just... oh geez i don't even know what to say  AND JIMIN😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Why u doin dis to me ? My poor heartㅠㅠ (i love your writing tho♥)
Shhhh it’s okay...shhhh now *hugs* eheh thank you so much for reading this chapter even if it was a little sad!
@doubletroublesince1994 said: OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU DID NOT OH LORD HELP ME BREATHE I DID NOT EXPECT THAT HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN BECAUSE HELL I DIDNT ANTICIPATE THIS IM SHOOK
I’m glad I could surprise you in the worst way c: hehe thank you for reading once again my love!
Anonymous said: Hi, how many chapters will IWSY have? 💕
I’ve answered this question a million times before and Im sorry but I have no idea! :D
@wearelivinglegacies said: I'm NOT OKAY OMG I'M SO CLOSE TO CRYING RN LIKE WHAT AHHHHH FIRST JIMIN AND NOW Y/N!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I'M SO ANGRY AND SAD AND THIS STORY IS SO AMAZING THANK YOU, BUT ALSO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE???????? I can't wait for the next part this story has me on the edge of my seat 😭❤
I apologise for any hurt I’ve caused hehe~ thank you so much for being on the edge of your seat, and thank you so much for reading too! :D
@noceurash said:I knew bad things would happen in this chapter but I'm so... gffhu DEAD INSIDE,, my poor sweet boy jimin (I have such a soft spot for this boy why would you hurt me like this ;^;)) and tae too aaah my heart is breaking. Not to mention bby namjoon not wanting to hurt anyone im crying inside. You've hurt my soul this chapter. It's so good ((hurting me but good)). I hope you have a lovely day~~ I love you!!! <3
All the soul and heart hurties :c hehe i hope you’ll have a lovely day and I love you too! thank you so much for reading the new chapter sweetie!
@wastedtaehyung said: WHAT THE FLIPPJNG FUCK DOFMDCKMS KWEKSLXKQOS (Y/N) AND JIMIN WHAT WOFMWKDK APLDLQD NOW I HAVE TO WAIT NEXT WEEK WIFNSKDMSKSKWMS FUCKFKCMSKLAXMLWFKLW
you’re welcome :3
Anonymous said: nOOOO SARA NOT JIMINNN T_T. i expected it but you still got mehhh feeeeeels. your stories are just so emotional and thats exactly whats so great about them ;-;. ive always thought about how these ideas pop up in your mind. :3
:3 i’m so happy that you find it emotional to read, because i find it emotional to write! as for ideas, they just come to me randomly? dreams, through lyrics and poetry I write, i don’t really know^^ thank you so much for reading dear :D
@bekzzz said: Holy Shit. Just.... holy shit. Tuesday can't come fast enough!
hehe thank you so much my love!
Anonymous said: straight up forgot that iwsy was coming out today 😭. I'm moving houses so everything is super stressful but i read the chapter and suddenly I am at peace. -tall anon
i hope moving house goes quickly for you! stress is no good~ thank you so much for reading the new chapter tall anon! ^^
@m1n-yoong1 said: The amount of times I've gasped and screamed reading IWSY pt 26 is unreal, your writing always amazes me and I look forward to the next chapter 🙌🏼🙌🏼💖💖
awh thank you, that was so sweet and you made me smile ^^ thank you so much for reading the new chapter love!
Anonymous said: damn sara these cliffhangers tho 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻
u know me xox
Anonymous said: I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you 😡
It’s okay. I hate myself too.
Anonymous said: There was a part where you mention how she was essentially able to give life and it was in italics so she can bring Jimin back to life, right? Also if Jungkook marked her in some vampy way, does that mean that Yoongi's plan won't work? Please say yes! 🙏 Joon is gonna be okay too, right? I don't like death. Death is sad. I don't like being sad.
When Jungkook said he marked her, it was sexual innuendo as in - he has already gotten her pregnant ^^ hehe I hope everything turns out well in the end c: ~ thank you so much for reading!
Anonymous said: I'd like to assume that Yoongi can still be redeemed, because o love each and every one of them. That seems a bit too unrealistic, doesn't it though. 😔
We’ll just have to see what happens! But just remember that it’s not real haha Yoongi’s image is just being used for a character I created! It doesn’t depict him in any way ^^
@thenotsogrownupeldest said: I was screaming reading the ending of IWSY latest chapter! I even wish I was some kind of supernatural being that can intervene that heartbreaking scene and save both jimin and y/n.. you my friend, are a terrific writer. I love you but I slightly hate you right now for the ending. I need a moment to calm my non-vampiric soul from this intense scene.
Jump into the story and save everyone! hehe ^^ thank you so much and I love you too (even tho you slightly hate me) c: i’m glad you liked? the update!
Anonymous said: HOW COULD YOU
WHAT DID I DO
@wanda-rog said: I'm speechless...I really wasn't expecting that...Jimin better be okay next week! You're so good at leaving us all on the edge! I bit all my nails reading that chapter and now I can only hope for Jimin to survive and WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE BABY AND IS NAMJOON OKAY AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN OVER ALL, angst aside that was a really cool chapter I'm seriously looking forward to next one, thanks for always updating on time and lengthy chapters too, you go Sara xx
I hope he’ll be okay too! hehe all the questions, hopefully you’ll get answers soon c: thank you so much for enjoying it and reading the new chapter dear, it means a lot to me ^^
@coppertopging said: Omg i totally forgot it was tuesday until i saw your update! This chapter had soooo much going on!! I have so many questions, but got so many answers, but I can't help but want... no... NEED more of this story! Is it terrible that i just never want it to end?!
trust me, al the days have merged into one for me. I have 4 assignments due and numerous exams to have and I’m losing my grip on reality lolol please kill me :( thank you so much for reading as always dear, it means the world to me.
Anonymous said: Holly Tony Molly SARA DA FEELS ARE SO STRONG stop making me cry why did u kill Cristian Chim Chim :/// I just cant wait for next week arggggh *sobs* I freaking love how all of this is so angsty 💞 --wifey anon
hello wifey anon! Where does it say I killed Jimin? ;o thank you so much for reading my love!
Anonymous said: [[SCREAMING]]
*whispers*
Anonymous said: [Error 404] u cant kill chimchim u just cant why ?!😞😞
Where does it say I killed Jimin? ;o
@jynxy24 said: What. The. Hell. Shit feelings. What are feelings anyway? Do feelings even exist? WHY THE HECK YOU GOTTA DO THAT SARA WHY?! I'm happy that Namjoon is good. WE WERE CORRECT!! And damn, badass reader omg. I MISS BADASS VAMPIRE MOM!! Also, if Yoongi frickin doesn't turn good at the end, Istg Sara. Anyways! Thanks for the greatttttt chapter! Stay awesome :3
FEELINGS DONT EXIST :D hehe thank you so much for reading the new chapter ^^ i’m really happy you enjoyed it Jynxy :D
@shineeshawol204 said: So I just read chap 26 of I Won't Stop You, first of all, bitch - I mean that in the nicest way possible - second of all, your writing style is phenomenal! During the fight scene I was letting out audible gasps as the events were unfolding and I feel like I am actually watching it. There's zero gaps in your writing, I am left without questions (other than why bis, ugh the pain I feels) as to what's happening and just ugh, wonderful. Also my friend i sent it to is only on pt.3 and I need someone
Ahh thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoyed the fight scene! I had such a fun time writing it tbh lol to hear you say that there’s no gaps in my writing, it’s really a massive compliment to me. it’s always something i’ve been afraid of happening so thank you so much! thank you a million times ^^
@cheeto-puff-gem said: what the FUCK WHY THIS WHY T H I S
I DON’T KNOW WHAT
Anonymous said: OH SHIT Y/N IS GOING TO BECOME A VAMPIRE (stares intensely at April 18th on the calendar AKA NEXT TUESDAY)
but what if SHE DIES
Anonymous said: ONCE AGAIN YOU GOT ME ALL THE WAY FUCKED. ONE JIMIN NOT DEAD. IF HE DIE IMA LOSE MY SHIT AND TWO Y/N NOT GONNA BE YOONGI'S SLAVE CUZ SHE BELONGS TO JUNGKOOK. it's midnight and I'm laying in the bed crying RN cuz like why? Why you do these things? 😢😢😢 My soul is hurt. I feel as though the world needs to end because Lil mochi is dying and WHAT ABOUT THE FETUS? Baby fetus me is in there like wtf mom calm ya tits and where's my dad? You keep hurting me w/ cliffhangers but I love u 💜~LilKookieAno (cont.) P.S. on a real note I'm dead ass when I say the baby should be named after me. 💜 ~LilKookieAnon
Don’t worry baby fetus i’m sure you’ll be okay! hehe hopfully everything will work out okay in the end :D i love you too sweetcakes~ thank you so much for reading part 26! i hope you enjoyed it even though it was an emotional one :3
@blryface said: I'm honestly so shook at part 26. Like, oh my god I'm speechless. You're such an amazing writer and I anticipate every Tuesday when you update! I can't wait to see how things turn out but DAMN YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP
ahhh thank you so much honestly ^^ i’m so happy you liked it and that you look forward to new updates my love! and i’m sorry if i got you all fucked up hehe
Anonymous said: NO NO NO NO SARA WTHEFUCKWHY TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW IM GONNA AAAAAAA
I called you an ambulance!!
@sunnyoongi2 said: I JUST FINISHED THE NEW CHAPTER OF IWSY AND IM SO HURT I LOVE IT SO MUCH IM CRYING JIMIN!!! NOOO
hehehe thank you so much for reading!
Anonymous said: HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK JIMIN OH MY GOD IM CRYING BUT ALSO NAMJOON AND IM SO TIRED IT'S TOO LATE ON A SCHOOL NIGHT TO BE THIS EMOTIONALLY DISTRAUGHT OH MY GOD
GO TO BED YOU NAUGHTY CHILD!
Anonymous said: NUH UH HONEY. That is all. (In response to IWSY Part 26)
UH HUH HONEY YES MM
Anonymous said: OH MY GODDDD. IWSY CHAP 26 GOT ME SCREAMINGGGG!!! THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE 💜💜💜
AHH YOU’RE WELCOME AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!
Anonymous said: WAIT WHAT
*waits*
Anonymous said: Yeah just slap me right into the feels take my heart will ure at it whats the point of living if softie Jimin is dead 😩
Where does it say Jimin died?!
Anonymous said: What is this pain that I feel in my chest?
Life
Anonymous said: my poor hearteu
*comforts you*
@lostheretics said: oMg iM HAVING A HEART ATTACK WTF YOONGI???????????? I NEED HELP IWSY IS KILLIN ME
hehe~ you’re welcome for the heart attack! :3
@koreaisanaddiction said: SARA NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! not thatt!!!!! im so sad!!!!!!!(cont.) I THINK I KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!!! I HAVE THEORIES!!!
*sneaky laughs* I guess you’ll just have to wait to see if your theories are correct! ^^ thank you for reading lovely :D
Anonymous said: you ripped my poor soul in half with iwsy why, why must you bring pain and do this :(   poor jimin my heart
I apologise for all the pain :( but I hope you’re still enjoying the story my love!
Anonymous said: I just cannot with chapter 26, this feeling is so indescribable, no words can explain the pain when I read the last few paragraphs, OMG NO PLEASE DONT TAKE HER AWAY FROM JUNGKOOK PLEASEEEE!!!! ಥ╭╮ಥ
Hopefully everything will be okay!! Thank you so much for reading my love ^^
Anonymous said: oh my gosh Sara chapter 26 was so saddening but so good!!! JIMINNNNNN please tell me a miracle will happen and he won't die!!! and let's hope the mark made by jungkook makes a difference and it is strong enough to overcome Yoongi's... I don't want evil yoongi to become my master T.T btw I've written in a couple of times as anon, but how about I label myself as bunnykookie96 from now onwards :D yes, I'm a 96-liner. may I ask what's your age too? ^^
The reference jungkook made to a ‘mark’ was a sexual innuendo because he got her pregnant haha ^^ and yay bunnykookie96! I am also a 96 liner~ my birthday is 12th of January!! :D
Anonymous said: IDC ABT Y/N RN WILL JIMIN MAKE IT AKSKSKKSKK PLEASE OH MY GOD I STILL NEED TO SEE THAT VMIN SIDE STORY
I PRAY THAT ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE GODBLESS
Anonymous said: im fucking having theories in my head right now loool but i cant put it into words i will wait for the next chapter to see if im right hoho and btw is this ending? :( i feel like im reading a book holy shit i dont want it to end :((
I can’t wait to see if your theories will come true!! And nope, not yet. There’s still a bit to go~ But I’m glad that you’re not getting bored of it! I was afraid that people might get bored of it because of the length of the series haha :( thank you so much for reading!
Anonymous said: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT JIMIN WHHHHHYYYY the tears currently streaming down my face could create a lake for him to relax in LIKE WHHHYYY DID U DO THIS TO ME WHY COULDNT YOU JUST TAKE ME INSTEAD he was so young so bright so precious just full of love I'm so sad WHY JIMIN!!! New drinking game!! Drink an entire bottle of wine everytime you cried during this chapter ☹️
Jimin you should have stayed out of it!! Take him? Where did he go? Who said he’s dead? ;o hehe~ thank you so much for reading the chapter my love ^^
Anonymous said: I just looked at a picture of Min Yoongi the love of my life and I? Got mad at him?? Like??? You asshole???? Why couldn't you just stay in the basement of your god damn mansion and let everyone live happily????? Like damn I had to remind myself that I'm not dating a vampire and Jimin didn't actually get stabbed and that I need to stop reading outside because I look crazy crying on a park bench THANKS SO MUCH SARA YOU REALLY STABBED ME IN THE HEART THERE
Awwwwh no! Don’t be like that~ that’s not how Yoongi is - I’m merely just using his image to fit a character that I made! Yoongi is a sweet person for sure :D hehe i’m sorry if I made you cry :( but i hope you enjoed the chapter nonetheless ^^ thank you so much!
Anonymous said: Omg ch 26 was brilliant! All I can think about is what's going to happen to y/n's unborn baby ahhhhhhh >.< my heart goes out to jungkookie, his biggest fear became true. I really loved this chapter and the loved the way you conveyed namjoon's struggles! On another not,I really admire you for updating on time! Thank youuuuu for writing an amazing story that contrary keeps us on our toes. I love it and hate it at the same time lol.
Thank you so much my love! that really means so much to me, you’re so, so sweet thank you so much *hugs* I really hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the story and I’m glad you liked this chapter ^^
@dont-hyuck said: Fuck I'm trying so hard not to ugly sob after this chapter ooooohhhhhh someone help ease my aching heart 😭😭😭😭💔💔 I hope everything ends up right at the end I am so attached to this story it is one of the most wonderful things I have ever read and I mean that with my entire being. Please don't ever stop writing I love you so much 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖
I was ugly sobbing while I was writing it haha :( I hope everything ends up all alright too! awwh thank you so much my love, you have no idea how much your words mean to me! I don’t ever plan on stopping so you don’t have to worry :3 thank you and I love you too my dear!!
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