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sakiblack · 1 year ago

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We were always ment to be

Arcane x female reader

Silco x female reader

Five minutes.I leave them for five minutes and they are gone.I would go look for them…but by the time i have realised they were gone it was to late.So the only thing i could do was wait.And wait i did the whole day in fact.

I was leaning against the wall next to the entrance to the Last Drop.Why? Well its the only place they will come to after coming back.They live here after all.What ever they did it must have been a big deal since they havent goten back yet.Most of the time they are here in 2 hours.But not this time.

y/n:There you are.

I mumbled to myself as i saw four small figures walking to the front door.

y/n:Mind telling me where you all have been?

Vi:Y/n.

She sounded suprised but i knew it was all a mask.

Mylo:Heyyyyy

y/n:Cut it Mylo.

Mylo:Yes ma'am.

y/n:I let you kids of for five minutes and you come back 7 hours later covered in bloo-.

I stoped for a second as i realised they were all bleeding a little exept for Powder.

y/n:What happened?

Vi:Nothing.

y/n:Dont give me that shit.

Claggor:We went to Piltover.

Vi:Do you have to tell her everything?

y/n:So the four children at the penthouse thats you.

I asked even tho it did not sound like a question.

Vi:y/n we just wanted to-

y/n:Im disappointed in you Vi.

I could see her face fall as i said the word /disappointed/.

y/n:Your the one that should take care of them when you decide to run of.

Vi:Will you tell Vander?

I looked away from her disappointed.They were like children to me.My children.It was hard to see them hurt.

y/n:I wont say anything….but he probably already knows.Everyone here is talking about it.

Vi:Thanks.

I sighed as i petted her head.

y/n:Inside. All of you.

I said as they walked in.As we all entered my eyes looked for Vander and i found him at a table with some people.Helping out another one hm?

The door closed and his eyes looked at us and stoped at me as we exchanged glances.I said i wont tell him anything but sometimes you do not need to use words to speak.He got up the second i looked away from him and walked after Vi,Mylo,Powder and Claggor.

y/n:Get in.

I said as i opened the door to their room before closing it.I just stood there untill i heard someone walking to me.

Vander:It was them hm?

His voice was calm.

y/n:I left them alone for five minutes. I didnt think they would-

Vander:Its not your fould.They did it on their own and we cant turn the time back.

I sight as i looked up at him.I was not a child but my height was of a teenager.And if someone else saw us it would look like Vander was talking to a kid.

y/n:Dont be hard on them.

Vander:Im never hard on them.

He said as he walked into the room closing the door behind him.

I stood there for what felt like hours before Mylo Claggor and Powder walked out of the room.

y/n:They about to have the talk hm?

I asked softly.

Mylo:Yeah.

He said as i leaned against the door trying to listen.

y/n:So what really happened out there?

Claggor:We went to Piltover took some things, made an explosion,had a fight with some guys and got here.

Mylo:Dont forget the part where Powder lost all the things we got.

Powder:I told you i didnt mean t-

y/n:A fight? With our guys?

Mylo:Yeah a group of idiots.

I sight as i looked at Powder.

y/n:Im just happy your all okay.

Powder smiled at me as she hugged my leg.

y/n:How did Mouser do?

I asked smiling.

Powder:He didnt work.I think i need some other parts.

y/n:Why dont you go get some and ill help you build Mouser again?

She smiled as she quickly made her was up the stairs.

It was then that Mylo quickly moved away from the door as Vander walked out.

Vander:Get up Claggor.We are going out.

Claggor:Now?

Vander:Yes now.

He said as he took something from Mylos hand.

Mylo:Hey thats mine.

Vander:You wanna be treated like adults right? Then you should know better then come back empty handed.Im ganna have a little word with your informent.

He said as he and Claggor walked up the stairs.I sight and i walked into the room and took a seat next to Vi as Mylo did the same.

Mylo:She is a problem.

Vi:Mylo im really not-

Mylo:Do you remember what was in the bag?The biggest payout we have ever seen and she lost it.

Vi:She is young.

Mylo:You dont have to tell me twice.

y/n:Mylo thats enough.

I said as he looked me without saying a word.I was not Vander.I could not save them from anything.But they still listened to me like i was some kind of queen.Or maybe a mother.

y/n:Leave her alone. I can name a few times you messed up.

Mylo looked away from me as he still didnt say anything.

Vi:You know what Mylo. Your right.There is a lot of things Powder does wrong.Like complain about everything.And brag-

Mylo:Okay i see where your going with this.

Vi:Powder is my problem okay? Your problem is knowing when to shut up.But ill halp you with that.When ever you see this face it means its time for you to shut up.

Mylo:But i-

Vi pointed at her face as Mylo just sight as looked away.I chuckled as i got up and petted Vis shoulder.

y/n:You should go talk to Powder.

Vi looked at me with a small smile as she walked out of the room leaving me and Mylo alone.

Mylo:Dont i already know what your ganna say.Your older you should take care of her and not act like a ba-

y/n:Not this time.This time its something new.

I said softly as he looked at me with curious eyes.

y/n:Mylo everyone is strong at some things and at some they arent.Same with me.Im good at talking to peopl..making them understand somethings but im shit at making you guys stay next to me.

Mylo chuckled as he stared at me.

y/n:What i wanna say is noone is perfect.I know she gets on your nerves but your old enought to know that.And hey maybe you could teach her some of you sick moves.

I said teasingly as i gently pushed his shoulder.

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Lay low.Thats what Vander said and thats why we were here.I still dont know how this place is called.But i like to call it the lay low place.

Vi was training while me and Claggor were just staring at her.

Mylo:Remind me why we are in this dump.

Asked Mylo as he was waiting for Powder to finish fixing the shooting game.

Vi:Vander said we should lay low.And this place is the best one for that.

Claggor:Whats the metter Mylo? Scare Powder will beat you again?

Mylo:Hey if she didnt stop fixing these things i would not keep missing.

y/n:Sure.

I said smiling as i walked to him as Powder just finished fixing the game.

y/n:Good luck then.Youll need it.

I said teasingly as Mylo started to shoot .

Vi:You guys know i would not take you on a job you could not handle right?

Mylo:You kidding?That was the best job we have ever done.Maybe just dont take Powder next time.

I sight as i looked at Powder.

y/n:Your turn Powder.

She looked at the targets and started her turn.And she got all of them.Guns really are your strong suit hm.

y/n:Bam! You go Pow Pow.

I siad proudly as Powder walked to one or the arcade games in the room.

y/n:So you know how i have been wanting to get that knife i saw at the store a week ago right?

Vi:Right.

y/n:Well its on sale. And i think ill be able to get it in the next days.

Mylo:Thats great.

He said looking at me in a sarcastic tone.

Was it a good thing to talk about some knife i wanted for a long time? No.But it sure as hell is better to talk about then other things.

Powder:Hey guys.You should see th-

Before she could finish someone was thrown at the window.I looked at the man in horror as my eyes moved to where he came from. Enforcers.A lot of them.

:Search them.

I could hear one of them say as i took a step back Powder quickly stepping behind me.

y/n:Be calm everyone.

Mylo:Go ahead idiots. We have nothing.

Said Mylo as one of the enforcers walked to me and Powder and stopped right infront of me.

y/n:Sir i can assure you w-

Before i could finish the room went dark.So it ment we have to run.I took Powders hand as we all started to run.Was it a good idea?Hell no.But there is nothing to do about it.

We ran out of the room and into an allyway.But to no suprise there were enforcers there as well.

Just then a leader came down next to us.

:Over here.

I heard a voice say as i looked up and saw Little man.

We all quickly got up and pushed the leader down fort he enforcers to not be able to get up.

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y/n:Mind telling me what the fuck that was?

Mylo:Dont look at me i didnt push the button .

Claggor:It was me.I …Vi gived me the look and i just-

y/n:What the hell were you thinking?We had nothing to hide.

I said as i glared at Vi.She looked at me ashamed.She was hiding something.

Savika:We should hit them back.We got the numbers to beat them.

We were in Last drop.I was scholding the kids in the corned before Savika started to speak.

:Yeah lets teach them what it means to mess with us!

Yelled on of the man.

Vander:You sure thats what you want?We have crossed that bridge onec before and we all know how it ended.

:Your just protecting your kids.

Vander:Im protecting our people.I would do the same for any one of you.We look out for each other.Its how it has always been.This will blow over.We just need to stand together.

Savika:The Vander i knew the one who built the underground would not be afraid to fight.

y/n:Savika.

I said as i walked into the crowd.One of the man puted their hand on my shoulder to stop me from moving closer to her.

Vander:Do i looked scared?

He asked as he walked to her.

Savika:No.You look weak.

She said as she turned around and walked out with some of her guys behind her.

y/n:Savika.

I said as i walked past the man holding me and walked out of the Last drop.

y/n:Its the best thing to do.If we fight again ….do you know how many people would die.

Savika:Stay out of this y/n.If he wont help ill find someone that will.

And just like that i was left outside as she and the rest of her man walked away.

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y/n:Vander. This is getting out of hand.

I said as i was sitting at the bar with Vander playing with a scroll.

y/n:Im not saying we need to finght but just explain things to them.Im sure they would under-

Vander:Grayson gived me this scroll.She needs to take someone up there so this all will end.

y/n:Dont tell me your thinking what im thinking.

He looked at me with sad eyes as just then the door upened and three Enforcers walked in.

Vander:What can i get you?

He asked as he puted the scroll away.The man looked at me and then back at Vander.

:Four sump rats will do.Search the place.

The other two man moved away and started to look for the /four sump rats/as i didnt dare to move.

Vander:While your wasting your time how about a proper drink?

:Ill take the strongest you got.

Said the man as Vander gived him a drink.

Vander:mh be careful with that

He said teasingly.

:Heh nearly forgot.I ran into an old friend of yours.He had some stories.

Vander got up as some of the guys in the bar did the same.I look at him as he nooded in agreement.

:You werent always the peacekeeper.

Vander:Yeah well you cant escape the past.Be a shame if i had to put them on again.

Just then the one of the man came back with nothing.Thank god he didnt find them.

y/n:Told you.

:You people down here are all same mistaking arrogance for bravery.You think your standing up for something but we all know there is crime behind every coin in this place.Your just a small man that the world forgot to bury.And im ganna bury a lot of you!

He yelled as he walked out of the bar.

I groaned as i quickly got up and made my way to their room with Vander right behind me.

y/n:Are you all okay?

I asked as i walked into the room.

Vi:No we are not okay. They almost saw Powder.What if they took her?

Vander:Noone is taking anyone.Never ganna let it happen.

Vi:Its already happening. You heard him they wont stop we need to fight back.And if you wont i will.

I glared at Vi as for the first time my glare was not ganna make her stop talking.

Vander:I have heard this talk before.

He said as he walked out of the room with Vi right behind him.As she walked past me our eyes meet.My eyes were full of dissapointment as hers were full of anger.I love her but its hard to see her grow up so fast.

I didnt say a word as i walking to my bed and took a seat on it.Powder and i shared a bed.She said it felt safer if she felt i was next to her and i must say i felt the same.

Powder:Do you wanna help me make smoke bombs?

I glanced up at her with a small smile.

y/n:Id love to

I said as Powder and i started to make small smoke bombs.Im not sure how long it was but somewhere in the middle Vi walked in with a toy in her hand.I glanced at her as she took a seat next to Powder and wispered something to her before she left yet again.I didnt question what she said but some minutes after Powder got up and walked out of the room.

y/n:Pow pow? You okay?

I asked entering the bar as i saw her sitting beside Vander.She didnt say anything as Vander was staring at the toy in her hands his eyes wide.

Vander:Y/n come with me.

He said as he told Powder to go back to Mylo and Claggor before he pulled me out of the Last drop.

y/n:Vander what is this about.

Vander:The scroll.Its not there where i left it.Someone took it.

Y/n:What who would have-

Thats when it clicked.Vi.She took it and if im corect she called them already.

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I have watched Arcane at least two times.And i thought i would write something for it.I have had this for some time.I thought i would not use it but here i am.I will ofc still write for avatar but i was just thinking id put this out here.I might continue this story or start even smaller ones.But ill see about that.Id like to thank anyone who read this.And i am sorry if there are any words spelled wrong.English is not my first language and im not the best at spelling.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #silco x reader #arcane silco #silco #arcane x reader #arcane vi #arcane powder #arcane vander #arcane mylo #arcane claggor

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mugentakeda · 1 year ago

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he wakes up flat on his back behind the laundry line. its still dark and dead quiet. a splitting headache makes itself known the moment he registers his surroundings.

this always happens at the worst times, he curses. those iron supplements boss is making me take with my breakfast dont do jack shit.

it suddenly occurs to him, as he rolls back up to sit on his knees, that seeing these two, down in lake laogai... wasnt the first time hed seen someone in the darkest parts of lake laogai. other than himself, long feng, and the occasional other agents with higher clearance.

how did that slip my mind? its not like it happens often enough for it to be a forgetful part of my routine.

not that long ago, hed been making his way back to his room after a mission report to long feng. stopped suddenly, for there had been a woman in a cross section of tunnels, stumbling back and forth. like a puppet on a string. and everything was unnerving in the stilted green darkness of lake laogai, but....

he cleared his throat. "miss? are you alright?"

the woman stopped and slowly turned towards him.

everything was unnerving in lake laogai.

this womans eyes were wide, and he couldnt tell what color they were from so far away. it was just black. her mouth was stretched into an unnatural and overly toothy smile. she had powder on her face, because even in the shadows he could tell the stark whiteness of her face compared to everything else about her. liuju realized that she looked frightened, once hed taken in her expression long enough.

her head tilted at him like a perplexed bird. "can i help you?" she chirped. her voice was trembling. her wide smile didnt even twitch, though.

he frowned. "miss, what are you doing down here? this area is off limits to citizens. are you alright? i can escort-"

suddenly, the woman stepped toward him. but that wasnt the strangest part- she moved unnaturally slow, as if she was walking through thick mud. as her raised foot came back to the ground, she stumbled, like she had a twisted ankle, and leaned over. it almost reminded him of a theater actor, dramatizing a tiptoe motion, or a lethargic puppet on a string. the shadows of lake laogai did nothing to dim the wet pale green of her eye whites.

he slowly hefted the tip of his spear. "miss, i'm going to have to ask you to-"

the woman righted herself out of nowhere, and broke into a sprint with her hands stretched out before her. she slammed into him with a glass shattering wail. he flinched hard and his gut flipped, as if a demon had pounced onto him. "please!" she wailed, her hands clawing at his sleeves and chest and cheeks, "please help me! i have to-"

he dropped his spear to grab her shoulders and peel her off of him. that wild smile still hasnt faltered, but tears were falling from her wide eyes and smearing her white face. "calm yourself! what's your name? how did you get down here?"

the familiar grate and slam of a rock wall being let down by bending echoed from behind him. he whipped around with the woman still hyperventilating and sobbing in his arms.

boss stood before him with his hands behind his back, two dai li agents flanking him. there was a deep scowl etched on his face. "what is this?"

he immediately straightened. "sir, i found this woman lost here in the corridor. i'm not sure how she got down here. i believe she may be injured, or-"

the woman wrenched herself from his hands and turned to burrow her face into his chest. the grip her arms had around his waist was almost painful. "theyre here to get me! please! please!"

without even needing to make an order, the two agents flanking boss stepped forward and pried the woman from him. they cuffed her and immediately left again from where they came, not paying any mind to how the woman was kicking and screaming.

long feng had a firm hand on his shoulder as the wall came back up at his command. "liuju. i'm sorry you had to see that. you said you just found her down here?"

"yes," he confirmed haltingly. his heart was slamming against his ribs still. the silent rough handling of the agents that came along with the boss was... startling. "were you searching for her? how did you know she was here?"

long feng hummed. "they brought her in and shed managed to worm her way out. and got lost, it would seem. i'm glad you found her, though."

"...those men you had weren't very gentle," he said, cautiously. butting into the business of boss's other agents always had been dangerous territory. true, she may have very well been a criminal theyd brought in, but rough handling of someone clearly out of their mind and injured like that-

the last thing he recalled was long feng looking down at him with a raised eyebrow and an almost amused frown. it got blotchy and dark after that.

ironically, that experience, now that he remembered it, was stranger than this. the blue spirit, sneaking around lake laogai.

likely place for him to be, he mused. but the name he'd heard the old man call out in the apartment.... was that truly the blue spirits name? zuko. that sounds like a fire nation name. their names were all sharp.

it rolled off his lips with ease, however.

(the original post was getting pretty long so im starting a new writing bit thread (??) to not clog yall dashboards lol… it picks up right off where the last part ended)

hes sitting crosslegged in a gloomy corridor. theres light peaking through cracked open double doors across from him. nonsensical chatter and the wet wailing of a baby. it reeks of smoke and afterbirth. theres a toddler whining and squirming in his lap.

theres a woman dragging the front of a wooden bassinet in front of him, and hes pushing the back of it with one hand. he can hear the pitter patters of a barefoot toddler running alongside him to keep up, quietly babbling cheerfully. his other hand is cupping the head of a very, very small head with feathery hair. he can feel the shift of a sling wrap sliding back and forth against his silk shirt as he moves.

hes stumbling down stairs with soiled sheets bunched gingerly between his thumb and index finger. he can see a faint small shadow on the wall following him, sniffling quietly. theres gentle vibrating coming from his own chest as he makes his way to a mystery destination, a familiar tune. the floor is cold against his bare feet. the only reason why he hasnt slipped is because of the moon’s gentle beams peaking through the windows along the spiraling staircase.

his clothing is heavy with cold water and theres sand between his toes. hes holding a shivering child. he can feel the small hammering heart and the deep gulps of air the kids taking in against his own chest, ocean water and vomit being spat down his shirt and in his hair as he continues to pat the kids back firmly. sniffling and soft sobbing in his ear. he can hear a woman shouting, but its distant and muffled, like hes covering his head with a pillow.

theres the scent of ink and lit candles, tea sitting near him with a welcoming spiced scent, he can feel scroll paper and warm wood against his elbows, his surroundings are lit up in shades of pink and gold from the windows. theres a firm weight pressing down on his toes. little hands fiddling with the cuffs of his pants.

theres theater masks and throw blankets repurposed as capes slung all over his bedroom floor. carved wood dragon toys with small wheels attached to a string. salted yolk moon cakes and jasmine tea. a lisp to go with a cheerful little voice. hes diving in a pond in his nicest court robes and plucking out a hissing pygmy puma with his bare hands, startled turtleducks squawking and fluttering away, all at the shrieking demands of-

zuko.

#guess who finally came up w a name. Yes gawd #it has a meaning too so feel free to look it up lol…#the part w the joo lee moving slowly is based on my fav part in Kairo 2001 #peak j-horror. check it out #im sure if u just look it up on yt ud find the scene im talking ab #dai li lu ten

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milqueandsugar · 4 years ago

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Ok so, first of, your writing is so good! I am a literal simp for techno and this blog is giving me so much food. Also like, for the recent series of protective/possesive techno, what if when they arrive at the fortress reader sees a blaze spawner, and decides to farm a bit while techno can look for nether wart. Techno being techno takes a little longer to find some, so reader is basically covered in blaze powder. Which basically also has a gold colouring, if ya know what I mean

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready PT 4 🏵

Warnings: slight nsfw, mentions of injuries/violence , possessive/obsessive behavior

Genre: fluff

| Technoblade |

It took a couple days after the brawl to convince techno to head back to the nether

You had long since ran out of netherwart and were running out of blaze powder now

After bringing this up to the Piglin he finally caved and brought you back to the nether, without your gold armour of course

If he was going back to the nether he'd like to at least be able to look at you

Taking the same route as before he stopped you just before you got o the village

Shrugging off his Cape he wrapped it around your shoulders, tightening it to properly fit you but it was at least three sizes to big

"Dont worry Tech I'm not gonna catch a cold" you tease a bit confused

"Its to prevent any more proposals, or attacks from the piglins" he explained

"Oh that's a good idea"

Nodding with a grunt he leads you toward the village, keeping a keen eye for any piglin getting to close to you

Whether it was the Cape, the menacing presence or simply the scene that played out a few days ago not many piglins even cast a glance at you

Reaching the end of the city, bd catching sight of the fortress you let out a relieved sigh

"Well that went better then last time"

"I don't make the same mistake twice"

"You know I've seen you play chess before-"

"We're not talking about this again "

He was quick to shut down the humiliating topic, even quicker to forget his Cape around your shoulders as he lead you up the fortress stairs

"Okay okay, what ever you say tech"

Wandering around the fortress for a bit you realize its be so much faster if you split up, Techno however was hesitant

"What if you find a wither?"

"I'll kill it! I can defend myself fine, just not.. great. We can get out of here faster Tech"

He opens his mouth the protest but quickly changes his mind, shaking his head he sighs

"Fine, call me if you need anything"

"Of course! See you soon Tech!"

He watches you leave for a few minuets, long after your gone he sighs. You'll be fine, right? Please if there was a god let you be okay

He couldn't describe the relief that washed over him when he heard you calling for him,

Turning to see you his jaw dropped

You were covered in gold, his cape, even a bit of blood dripped from the length of your sword

One of those things on a normal basis would make him weak in the knees

But this? This was too much, your messy hair, the dust and dirt clinging to your skin, he was undeniably swooning

"Hey Tech?"

"Your beautiful.."

It hit you like an fright train, the gold!

Blushing redder then the cape you were wrapped in your eyes widened, Yechno told you how much Piglins loved gold all the time, and you were covered in it!

"Tech...?"

The words barely left your quivering lips as he slowly approached you, looming over your figure as you stared into black eyes, the eyes of a hungry animal

You were so fucked

#dsmp x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt imagine #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #blood for the blood god

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missangelcat · 2 years ago

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Mr Cold

Pov : you are jungkook's wife and He hate you alot and torture you because of many reasons for that read the whole book in Wattpad (Mr. Cold)

Jungkook: yn listen tonight you have to go a business party with me my friend Lee Jong suk came back to Korea after a long time so i want to you be to be presentable in the party the dress will be delivered by this afternoon keep yourself ready till evening

Yn : your order will be done sir

Jungkook: and yes behave as my wife in the eye of world we are a happily married couple

I remained silent and he leaves for the office

Later in Evening

Yn pov :

I wore the dress jungkook send to me

and tied up my hair

Jungkook Pov

Ive been waiting for her since 10 minutes it's already 9:00 pm we are late for party why ladies take so much time to get ready then i hear heel footsteps

Homo she is looking pretty i just stare her for 5 mins and forget how much friction we have then i realised no Jungkook wake up all girls are slut and gold digger and yn one of them

She sit in the back seat of the car i never want her to sit with me in the front sit but she also never ask for that

Her scent God why she is damn attractive today

We reached there

Jungkook: we reached

She remain silent

Jungkook: i Know yn there is nothing between us but we both have to be as a happy married couple it's for my business act like my wife Got that

She remain silent

Jungkook: GOT THAT

YN POV :

He loud up his voice and i got scared what if he beat me like my mother did

I get nostalgic about the day when Mr and Mrs Jeon came for my relation and how my mother agrees me for marriage with jungkook

Jungkook: i think you are not listening

He forcefully pressed my cheeks between his hand and again ask me

Jungkook: Got that my dear wifey

I nodded my head in afraid

Jungkook: Good girl

He open the car door for me and leads me to the hall like a very caring and loving husband then someone shout from behind

??? : Hey Jungkook!

He turned around

Jungkook : Suk how are you after a long time

Lee dong suk : im fine buddy and she maybe your wife (whispering : damn hot )

Jungkook: Huh

Lee dong suk : Nothing buddy you got your self pretty wife . Hii I'm Lee Doung suk .

Everytime he just checking me out he is staring me from head to toe I'm feeling so uncomfortable

Yn : Nice to meet you Mr Suk im yn

Jungkook: Jeon yn Jungkook full name wifey

He just stared jungkook and take my hand and kiss it and it's not a gentle kiss it's sucking he tried to suck my hand i tried to remove my hand from his grip but he that damn strong that he won't even let anyone think that what he is doing finally he left hand and again open his mouth for fliterous comments

Lee dong suk: i just listen that Indian girl are kinda attractive but today i also saw that they are kinda very damn attractive

Jungkook left and started talking with other business men he left me with that jerk who is trying to seduce me what kind of husband he is oh i forgot he didn't accept me as his wife

Lee dong suk pov

Oh my god i never see that damn hot girl in my life i don't know how jungkook resist himself for not touching her i know everything about them they just acting as happy married couple it's all written on yn face that jungkook is still affected by his past

Lee dong suk: if you don't mind i take you to the table or you have a plan to stand whole party like that

Yn : i Dont mind

I take her to the last table

Lee dong suk: so when you come Korea

Yn : 3 year later

Lee dong suk: you might comfortable with Korean peopl e or still find difficult to adjust

Yn : if I'm feeling uncomfortable then why i marry a Korean young man

Lee dong suk: oh ... One second pardon me i have a little work

I go to the bartender and put 7000 on his pocket

Bartender : Sir Sir

Lee dong suk: kept it

I put a white powder in red wine and show the red wine glass to the bartender

Lee dong suk : Make sure the girl who is wearing black dress should drink it

Bartender: ok sir

I go back to the table

Lee dong suk: Sorry lady actually urgent call

Then the waiter serve us with glass of wine

Lee dong suk: please have some

The waiter put the same glass at her front and she took a sip from her rosy red lips oh God i am just thinking how she taste

Yn pov :

Warning: Sexual assualt don't read if you are not comfortable with that stuff

Suddenly everything started blurring

Yn : i want to go washroom

Lee dong suk : don't worry lady i will take you

Lee dong suk:

I put my hands on her waist and instead of taking her to the washroom i take her to the up floored room which is totally black nice place to fuck some one

Lee dong suk : Don't worry my lady i will be very soft to you

I touch her waist and hips and take out the handcuffs from the drawer ever single thing made me lip bite

I put the handcuffs to her hands and tied her to the bed I'm just admiring her body my hands can't wait to touch she is totally left unconscious oh God i miss the moans

I removed my coat my shirt and

I started first removing her clothes and just left her in her bra and panty which is also will be on her body for less than 10 mins

I suck her neck and touched her clothed breast oh God she Got beautiful boobs and put my hands under her bra cloth and stared massaging still sucking her neck then trailing down the kiss to her waist and down and down i kiss her thigh inner area i lick her area and start touching her with my finger i removed my pant then but even a single second away from her Making me more aggressive i again starting touching her God she is so tight what she is virgin then it's been very enjoyable to fuck her

I started playing with her underwear sting and started removing her panty

Then someone open the door agressively

Jungkook: YOU BASTARD ! HOW DARE YOU TO TOUCH MY WIFE

He punch me that hard that i fell on the ground and my nose started bleeding

Lee Dong suk : What I did nothing wrong i just try to give her that you never gave to her that pleasure that a husband should give to his wife

Jungkook: oh SHUT UP

Lee dong Suk: Actually you don't have dare to fuck her you cant give her that pleasure that I'm giving to her the s*x

He again punched my face that time i left unconscious

Jungkook pov :

I want to kill that bastard

Jungkook: yn !

I Cover her with blanket and see how cruel suk be on her the hickey god if there is no court i definately kill him

I wear her the dress and cover up with my coat

I lift her in my arms and without even a single interaction i take her to my car and put her in car front seat and start driving for home

Jungkook Pov :

Next evening

The thoughts of the words Lee jong suk said to me still getting in my mind . I am feeling so agressive that how he can say i can't give her pleasure of s*x i have no dare to fuck her wait and just watch I'm so damn dominated I'm the only one who can take her virginity tonight i will tell her how i fuck her so hard

I open the door of my bedroom and i see yn already there combing her hairs

Yn pov

Warning: Sexual assualt and domestic Violence don't read if you are not comfortable with that stuff

Jungkook open the door so agressively he close the door and started approaching towards

Yn : what happens Jungkook

Jungkook : Yn tell me who will take your virginity

Yn : what

Jungkook: tell me yn WHO WILL TAKE YOUR VIRGINITY !

He started arounding her arms across me

Jungkook: TELL ME!

He push me closer towards him and i could feel his warm breath on my face

Yn : what type of question is this

Jungkook: oh yeah you are IM YOUR HUSBAND SO OFF COURSE I WILL BE THE ONE WHO WILL FUCK YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME !

Yn : What jungkook have you losted yesterday you are the one who saved me from that jerk and today you are acting like a jerk

Jungkook: I am not a hero who saved you just for i care about you because I'm the only one who can torture you more than him

He trying to kiss me i tried to push him away he is not

Yn : Jungkook please don't do this NO ! NO

He started kissing my neck or i say sucking my neck on one side he make a dark mark i am just punching his back that is creating no effect to him

Yn : No please

He threw on the bed and start ripping my clothes and left me only in my undergarments the suck my neck waist and leaving dark mark on it i am just moving my hands my legs but it doesn't matter him

Jungkook: This will remind you whome property you are

He unclip my bra and start sucking my breast while massaging the other he pinched my nipple and i just moaned he find my soft spot he started sucking me and moving his tongue

Yn : JUNGKOOK YOU ARE... AAH JUST SEXUALLY ASSAULTING ME

Jungkook: you are really intelligent that you got that now Keep your mouth shut otherwise i will fuck you to your death

Yn : jungkook please don't NO ! AHH

I am still moving my hands , my legs punching his back

Jungkook: so you can't understand nah .. now wait

He took the small lengthy strip of clothes and bind my hands to the bed

Yn : Jungkook NO ! PLEASE HAVE A LITTLE MERCY ON ME PLEASE

He does not even listen once and bind my mouth with clothes to resist my voice

But I'm still shouting, screaming and crying

He again sucked my neck and touched my eyes and preventing me too see his devil personality

He trail down his lips to my waist and suck the portion just before my underwear his hands traveling down like the same way his lips he move his finger on my heat which make me damn clothed moan but he still enjoying it without even a single second he removed my underwear and eating me up his tongue exploring me God he is a super psycho he is sucking me all the way he can eating me up his tongue fucking so good

Now i stop myself from prevention he already admiring and staring my naked body in front of him and i can't do anything i become a bad women whoes virginity is going to taken tonight

I open eyes and i expecting to see his pervert face but i see the tears building up in his eyes he just move away from my body and unbind me and Remove the binded cloth from my mouth and say nothing just went away from the room i sat up and so shocked I'm breathing so heavily and started crying so loud that hard that even a person is in balcony can hear me

#bts jungkook #bts #bts smut #bts army #bts fanfic

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l-herz · 3 years ago

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I think some people forget that if Silco didnt "adopt" Powder, Vi would have been able to come back to her. Vi was jailed by Marcus who so Silco wouldnt kill her and if Silco hadnt shown up Vi would have gone back to her sister. She left in the first place when she realised she actually stuck Powder and saw the blood on her hand so she removed herself from the situation. She wanted to go back to her when she saw that Silco was about to take her.

I do really like Silco and the unique father/daughter relationship with Jinx and that he cared for her. But he took Powder's family away including Vi so I dont like when people try to make him better than he is. His dark morality contradicting his care for Jinx is a great part of the character and very interesting so i dont like it undermined to present him as a good person

#Vi lol #jinx lol #jinx arcane #vi arcane #Arcane #arcane netflix #arcane league of legends #league of legends #Vi #Silco #arcane silco

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bitesizedgallows · 3 years ago

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scarlet pearl brainrot

contains spoilers for the last episode of last life. i dont know how to tag stuff so hopefully that’s sufficient smile

warning: angst

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With tides of grief and pain, with the sound of her blood bashing against her ears and the blood of friend, kin, and foe on her hands, she sank. Though they called her a recluse, isolated, and unruly, she never really felt it. Through trial, Tilly was there. Pearl knew that her friend still had one more life and would return soon, but she herself was worn thin.

Among the tossed and scarlet armor, weapons, and loss was a glimmering apple. This one was different from the ones that she had kept in her towers. The shape was lopsided and the stem frayed, but the gleam was the same. She peered into its pattern of stars, of snowflakes, of silent secrets.

The draw of time ran forward and backwards while she continued to sit in stasis. The sound of her kin surrounding her was all that ground her for even the snow she rest upon could not support the exhaustion laden in her gut. In the simpler times where she gave into their murmurs, she would have a laugh at a pile of powdered snow. Sitting in it to humor the others, who constantly whispered under their breath at the glass mind bound to shatter. She knew she was all there though. After all it was just a tickle she was after.

Though Scott had left her, she knew she was to blame too: running off with Martyn into the Nether while Scott just wanted to meet his other half. They never felt like halves to each other though. The other pairs were lost and codependent without their soulbound, but not Pearl and not Scott. They were complete without needing the other. She often wondered why the universe set them together.

She continued in thought and in gaze of the apple’s shine while the frost crept up and the wolves continued to pant. Pearl had expected them to be anguished at the loss of their mother, but the wolves knew that they need simply wait for her to return. Though Tilly had died and had but one life remaining, the pack was self-confident that she would return strong. Even when Tilly would eventually lose her final life, her love for her pups transcends mortal limitations. The people Pearl met were obsessed with longevity and flesh, oblivious to the prints they leave on others. Prints that persist stubborn to fade.

She remembered Scar’s laments in her tower. She had grabbed his hands which he claimed were unloved. He tried so hard to make Grian happy, but it was never enough. Truthfully, it would never be. The pandas he had brought as a gift for Grian were always unappreciated. They were supposed to be pets they took care of together. To look over and to forget the world. In a way, Scar was like her. They were both isolated, but Scar wasn’t complete like she was. The apple reflected Scar’s heart. It showed the cracks shrieked into place from the hushed voices of Big B and Grian who he had caught lurking in the shadows. She saw the hours he spent in the sanctuary meditating with bamboo in one hand and a handful of fluff in the other. He planned for the pandas to be a shared escapism, but they reminded him of his partner’s wandering heart. Why was it that his remained chipped while Grian’s remained unencumbered without an ounce of guilt for the suffering he inflicted. Despite this, he still loved the pandas for who else would accept these unloved hands.

By now, the frost had shimmered into ice. She took a heavy breath and as her chest filled with air and her limbs shifted, the frigid casing splintered. She looked down and saw thin highways of fissured ice. It would rapidly melt from her own heat then quickly refreeze. It created sporadic chaotic paths that intersected with the lines on her palms. As it glistened, she saw a map of what was to come. Amidst the silence, she heard two pairs of footsteps approaching. She rubbed the apple with her thumb while continuing to study the ever-changing map. Bringing the apple to her lips, she smelled its perfumey sweetness, its flesh still containing unknown truths and unseen stories. The cold golden exterior sent waves of chills into her teeth.

#like second genuine attempt at writing #if it feels like it ends suddenly its because it does #i didnt know how to wrap it up so i just didnt smile

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peach-pops · 4 years ago

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Amorentia || Kuroo Tetsurō

summary: amorentia has a different scent or aroma for anyone who smells it and the potion, if done correctly, can remind the user of things or more specifically someone they find most attractive, even if the said person is oblivious in their attraction.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: none

authors note: i dont know why i always end up writing for kuroo but this dude just speaks to me on an inspirational level ya know? kuroo is a ravenclaw in this but the reader is gn and i didn’t specify what house the reader is in to make it a bit more inclusive. credits to @rhymewithrachel for the picture of kuroo which you can find here and pls check out their page for more amazing art! also i def feel like i’ve written the last few lines on like another piece i’ve done but oh well if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it

The library was eerily still for a Thursday morning but you relished in how quiet it was. You had found the perfect sweet spot; not too late where you would forget breakfast but early enough to where you would avoid the morning rush of students who would try to find a quiet spot to study.

The lowly lit lanterns were useless since the sun was beginning to peak its way through the windowpane behind you and the small semblance of light drew your attention to the dust that was floating lazily in the air.

Even though there were hardly any students around you, you felt as though you were tucked away from the world as you spread your legs out against the leather couch with a Magic Potions: Basic for Beginners textbook settled in your lap. Besides the ever so often sound of a few students rustling their papers, it was truly peaceful.

“ Good morning beautiful, mind if I join you?”

Bloody hell.

You looked up from your textbook to see Kuroo standing over by your legs that were neatly crossed over each other. You would be lying if you said you weren’t slightly taken aback by seeing him so early in the morning but even if he did manage to wake up on time for class, his hair was still a disheveled mess from his horrid bedhead.

“ You’re up early,” You replied normally as you turned your attention back to your book,” by the way, your tie is crooked, might want to fix that, yeah?”

You and Kuroo were both in the same year but you two didn’t officially get acquainted until your fourth year when he had “accidentally” spilled butterbeer all over you and then attempted to wipe it off with his bare hand.

“ Shit, I-I am so sorry! Let me just-”

“ Can you stop feeling me up and get me a napkin instead, you creep?”

“ A creep? I’m nothing short of a gentleman- speaking of which, are you dating anyone by chance?”

“ Are you joking? As if I would be under the accompaniment of a clumsy Ravenclaw like yourself.”

Your vow was fully ignored and by some weird alignment of the planets, you two had been inseparable since. Of course, Kuroo still spent his time over the past two years trying to woe you in some way and while you used to find yourself flustered over his charm, you managed to get used to the constant flirting between the two of you.

Who were you kidding, the flirting was mostly one-sided unless you weren’t exhausted trying to think of witty comebacks to try and get him stumbling over his words like the first time you two met.

However, you weren’t blind. You were bold enough to admit to yourself that over the years, Kuroo got progressively wittier, taller, and yes, possibly more attractive. You would never admit it out loud but there was a slight possibility you were starting to see him in a different light.

Nonetheless, you figured feelings like those would just come and go, and surely you didn’t actually have feelings for him.

Kuroo looked down at his tie and shrugged nonchalantly before fixing it,” I was tossing and turning all night, poor Akaashi had to sleep in the common room because I was keeping him up too. Quidditch tryouts are this afternoon and I’m hoping we can get a strong team together so we can keep up our legacy.”

“ First-year as captain and you’re already nervous,” You clicked your tongue against your teeth as you took another bite of your raspberry scone, utilizing the silence between the two of you as you finished chewing,” hopefully Ravenclaw will get some wins this year. You know, for your own sake and my sanity.”

“ Okay ouch, first of all, you know you’re not supposed to eat in the library it’s forbidden,” Kuroo crossed his arms playfully over his chest as you only hummed in response,” and second of all, maybe if I had someone special cheering me on, I would do immensely better.”

You knew he was only being smug since you always showed up to his games but nothing was more entertaining than watching Kuroo practically gush over Quidditch only for you to act somewhat disinterested.

“ Aw, do you want me to show up with some blue and bronze paint over my face? Maybe even bring a poster with your name on it with little hearts decorated on the border because I have sooo much free time on my hands?” You teased as you played with your hair while pouting back up at him, relishing in the way he shifted from side to side,” honestly Kuroo, you know I have better things to do than to watch you fly around like a lunatic.”

Kuroo smirked to himself but said nothing to retaliate as he offered his hands to help you out of your seat once he saw the time,” Come on, you know Slughorn will throw another fit if we’re late again and by the looks of it, you can’t afford falling behind.”

For a moment, you thought that maybe you had gone too far. His response was almost disappointing in contrast to how he would usually retort with something wittier of the sort but it was out of your control now.

You closed your textbook and grabbed Kuroo’s hands so he could help you off the leather couch but once he got you up to your feet, his strong grip on your hands didn’t release.

Your chests were almost touching and the distance between you two was so small, you could distinctively smell his signature vanilla aftershave that he put on every morning. You looked down at your hands that were fitted perfectly against his as Kuroo leaned down close to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

“ Don’t act so coy, Y/N. I know you would love nothing more than to wear my jersey so that everyone else could know you like me.”

You could feel the heat rise from your chest to your ears as you slipped your hands out from his to hold your textbook to your chest, as if it would cool you down. You fiddled with the spine of the textbook as a distraction as Kuroo smiled back innocently at you to give you time to compose yourself.

“ D-Don’t say things like that, you’re my friend and that’s all,” You stammered as you slapped his shoulder to make the tension less thick,” and wipe that grin off your face, you look like an idiot!”

Kuroo laughed, easing whatever tension was left in the air as he bumped your shoulder with his, “ Fine, fine, I’ll stop but only because you’re my special friend.”

“ You’re the worst.”

“ And you love it.”

“ Are you sure we’re doing this right?” You asked Kuroo as he sprinkled in the powdered moonstone while you stirred the concoction slowly.

You surveyed the room as you watched your fellow classmates fail miserably at the assignment at hand, some being greeted with thick clouds of smoke while others potions just combusted into flames.

You flinched at the sound of shrieking and looked up to see Sugawara and Daichi backing away from their cauldron as a mass of black tar started to slither out towards them. Slughorn had warned everyone that this potion was tricky to master but you didn’t think it would be this difficult and as time passed, the more anxious you grew.

Kuroo, as unbothered as ever, looked down at the instructions for a moment before turning his attention back at the cauldron,” Yep, triple checked it and everything. You sure are nervous today.”

“ I’m always nervous during this class, you know I’m awful at potions. Plus look what happened to Oikawa, he’s in the hospital wing because of this lab.”

“ He’ll be fine, the flames weren’t too high, he probably just lost an eyebrow,” Kuroo teased, trying to keep your mind at bay,” are you sure you’re not nervous because we’re concocting Amorentia?”

You continued to stir the mixture carefully as you only scoffed,” Why would I be nervous of a silly little love potion?”

“ First off, Amorentia is one of the most powerful love potions in existence so show some respect,” Kuroo said as you only rolled your eyes back at him,” And second of all, maybe you’re nervous because this will finally prove that you have feelings for me.”

“ Knock it off before I send you to the hospital wing nerd,” You replied hastily as Kuroo put his hands up in defense,” Are you sure you’re not the nervous one? You’ve been acting weird since class has started...like more mouthy than usual.”

If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve gone the whole lesson completely oblivious to Kuroo’s nervous tics, but after years of being friends, you knew better than to pass them off as normal tendencies.

Kuroo rubbed the corner of the textbook page between his fingers as his eyes read the directions over again to try and ground himself in his thoughts. He had re-read the same step of the last instruction for the past couple of minutes to look occupied but his facade was starting to fall apart.

“ If you paid more attention to the assignment instead of me, maybe you would pass the class, huh?” Kuroo smirked to try and ease your mind but the action only made you feel more annoyed.

“ Enough with this back and forth, are we almost done? You’ve been reading the last step for a while now, is it that hard or are you just stupid today?” You nudged Kuroo out of the way and bent your body over the table to read the last step, wanting nothing more than to get this class over with.

Kuroo watched as you began to stir the concoction slowly, his eyes trained on the top of the cauldron to watch for any sign of steam.

“ What color are the spirals supposed to be?” You asked as a dark, pink-colored steam started to slowly rise from the mixture,” did he say pink was right or purple? Maybe red I don’t even remember.”

Kuroo carefully leaned closer beside you to get a better look at the steam,”Looks right to me. You smell anything?”

“ The only thing I can smell is that god awful aftershave of yours so back up.”

You leaned your forearms on the table and took in a deep breath of the potion. Almost instantly, you felt a comforting warmth spread throughout your body that started in your chest and moved all the way down to your head and toes. You felt your body completely relax and it felt almost similar to the feeling of submerging yourself into a hot bath after a long day.

It would make absolutely no sense to describe the scents as something so oddly familiar and distinct while not being obvious at all yet that was where your headspace was as you tried to identify the scents.

Almost immediately, once you pinpointed one scent, the rest came flooding in one after another,” I smell something like cinder-a burning logfire...and....I know what this is it’s kinda like- oh, broomstick polish!”

You took into another deep breath to try and identify the last scent but you couldn’t put a name to the scent which only made you more frustrated.

“ Kuroo, can you help me? I can’t figure out the last scent,” You sighed as Kuroo closed his eyes to take a turn, even though he could already pinpoint a few scents from his spot,” do you smell the logfire too?”

Kuroo only smiled to himself as he felt the warmth spread across his body before shaking his head,” That’s not how it works. Our scents would be different for example, I smell…freshly clean linen, old parchment paper, and… butterbeer froth.”

Once the words left Kuroo’s mouth, he opened his eyes and turned to you to read your reaction. He looked for something, anything behind those eyes of yours to watch it all click in your head but as usual, you were completely oblivious to the huge hint he had given you.

“ Lucky you, I wish I could smell what you can- this is harder than I thought,” You pouted as you noticed some of your other classmates were getting distracted by you and Kuroo’s Amortentia,” maybe we did this wrong.”

“ We did it right, don’t worry,” Kuroo cleared his throat as he gave you a nudge with his shoulder which only made you nudge him back even harder,” maybe you should try again, think really hard. Try to see where you recognize the scent instead of what it is.”

You closed your eyes and just like before, the same warm sensation flooded your body but this time, you could feel yourself leaning closer and closer to the cauldron, almost as if the potion was pulling you in deeper.

“ Burning logfire, broomstick polish and…” You took in another deep breath but you were only meet with more frustration,” for the last time, can you give me some space, Kuroo? I swear all I can smell is your-.”

You opened your eyes and practically pulled yourself away from the table once an unsettling realization had started to develop quickly in your mind. You knew exactly what the scent was but there was that lingering sensation in your mind that still tried to convince itself that for once, maybe you were wrong.

Kuroo let out a breathy laugh as the back of your neck and ears began to grow hot,” Something the matter-”

Without thinking, you grabbed Kuroo’s collar and pulled him down to your eye level. Kuroo’s face started to grow red as you brushed your nose against the side of his neck to get a better smell. You had to be going crazy, there was no way- it all had to be a trick.

“ Are you sure we did this right? You’re absolutely positive?” You asked softly as you let go of his collar.

Kuroo smoothed out his collar and nodded as he looked back at the cauldron,”I’m absolutely positive- why are you freaking out?”

Because I smell your stupid vanilla aftershave.

“ I’m not freaking out,” You lied through your teeth as you turned your attention to Slughorn as he dismissed the class for the day,” You know what, I’m actually not feeling well- Can you clean up for me? I’m feeling a little lightheaded.”

“Y/N-”

“ I’ll see you around,” You gathered your things quickly but as you reached for your potions book, Kuroo snatched it off the table and held it behind his back,”enough Kuroo, give it back.”

“ Clean linen, parchment, and butterbeer froth,” Kuroo listed as you tried to grab your book from behind his back but Kuroo was quick to hold it above his head,”did you hear me?”

You looked up at how high he was holding your textbook and as embarrassing as it was, you decided to hold on to the little dignity you had left and not jump up and down for it.

“ Yes I heard you but I don’t care.”

“ You do care and you’re not listening to me. I smelled clean linen, parchment paper, and butterbeer froth so now it’s your turn, what did you smell?” Kuroo asked, this time a bit louder. It was obvious in the way he was enunciating his words that he was trying to lead you down a certain conversation but you were slow to pick up on it.

You didn’t want to tell him, all you wanted to do was go back to bed and pretend as though this day had never happened. The idea that all this time you actually had real feelings for Kuroo only made you feel flustered.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed of liking someone like him but for years, you had convinced him and seemingly everyone else that you would never have feelings for Kuroo. In reality, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“ Do we have to do this right now?” You asked softly as you nodded over to Slughorn who was dusting the corners of his desk but it was obvious he was eavesdropping on the conversation.

Without missing a beat, Kuroo nodded and lowered your textbook back down to hand it to you.

“ You’re right, we should discuss this someplace quiet and private, how does dinner sound?”

You shook your head at the boy as you tried to grab your textbook from him but you couldn’t pry it off his strong grip,“ Quit flirting with me, now isn’t the time.”

Kuroo couldn’t take it anymore; the years of endlessly flirting and being ignored was taking a toll on his pride and he couldn’t stand it. He knew you were prideful but this was on a whole different level.

“ Now is the perfect time since now I know you like me after all.”

“ How- I do not-”

“ You’re a terrible liar Y/N, the aftershave was a dead giveaway and I don’t know whether or not I’m more hurt by the fact that you’re too embarrassed to admit you like me or that you think my aftershave is god awful,” Kuroo said as he loosened his grip on the book so you could take it from his hands,” aren’t you tired of pretending you don’t have feelings for me?”

You carefully took back your textbook as if it was a fragile vase and held it close to your chest as if you were shielding your heart.

“ For the record, I don’t think it’s god awful, I just think you put on way too much,” You mumbled as Kuroo stood up straighter,” and I’m not tired of pretending, maybe I don’t like you or maybe I do have feelings for you.”

“ But maybe you like me more than you dislike me, am I right?”

You opened your mouth but quickly closed it after thinking his words over for a moment,“Emphasis on maybe...but don’t let it get to your head. You get one date so don’t ruin it.”

Even though it wasn’t the confession Kuroo wanted, it was the only confirmation he needed to hear from you to let him know that the feelings were mutual.

Kuroo couldn’t help but wear a huge goofy smile on his face as he collected his things and followed your lead as you both started to walk out the classroom. You and Kuroo politely nodded and said goodbye to Slughorn, who was pretending to read the textbooks along the shelves.

Once you two left the classroom, Kuroo’s hand slide down beside yours and started to play with your fingers carefully. Your hand recoiled from the feeling but once you made sure the hallway was clear of any onlookers, you let your hand slide back down and let his fingers intertwine with yours.

“ You know, I knew you really liked me, I called it since day one-”

“ Okay, that’s enough Kuroo.”

“ You said and I quote,’As if I would be under the accompaniment of a clumsy Ravenclaw like yourself’ and look at you now, holding hands with one!”

You shook your head at him and wondered to yourself if this is how things would be now yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to hide the small smile on your face,”You’re the worst.”

Kuroo squeezed your hand in his and shared the same lovey-dovey grin on his face,” and you love it.”

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nightroo · 3 years ago

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So I saw the post about the website Marginalia going around. If you dont know it's a site that suppose to help you find hyper specific information from websites that don't ask for an account, blocked by a paywall, or use a lot of cookies.

Needless to say I went berserk over the amount of info I could find.

I fell into the rabbit hole of early medieval medicine because I wanted to find something that would treat arrow wounds. It’s for the webcomic since Abigail got shot and she has a medicine from Ivka.

Anyway, I found “The Canon of Medicine” by Avicenna or Ibn Sina. This is a series of 5 books where Ibn Sina explains in great detail the knowledge he and other physicians (or doctors in modern terminology) accumulated over the years. It was extremely influential to modern medicine, and it was used in school for as late as the 17th century. For reference, the book was written in about 1025!

I was specifically interested in the second volume, since it has a list of almost 800 common medicine components and how to use them. I found the first volume and looked through it too since it had all the theoretical stuff I needed to know to understand the second book. I evetually found volume 2, and started going through the list. I’m now in page 127 out of 489. I’ve been doing this for 2 hours straight lmao.

I was spacifically looking for medicine for treating wounds, but the book has everything from sleep medicine to cosmetics. I really like the organizision system in it, it’s wonderful.

I obviously found a lot, and I thought I would share it here since it might help someone else in the future, and also I’m proud of my research lol.

so here’s the documant I made for notes. it includes the links to the books themselves, so you can look through them too. (just a sidenote Ibn Sina was Persian and therefore the books are translated from arabic, and some of the names are in arabic since the translation didnt... well translate them):

Volume 1:

https://archive.org/details/CanonOfMedicine/page/n267/mode/2up?view=theater

For soothing pain (page 251)- linseed (flax seeds) made into poultice (definition: a soft usually heated and sometimes medicated mass spread on cloth and applied to sores or other lesions). Other substances that induce sleep such as alcohol, milk, oil and fresh water.

As an anti-septic- honey

Volume 2: https://www.herbcraft.org/canon2.pdf

(Another link): https://246be41e-a-62cb3a1a-s-sites.googlegroups.com/site/avicennacanon02/canon-02/CANON-ENG-02%2092.pdf?attachauth=ANoY7cpSe99dAUNoXFjBkpfetHHCHKHIGrsmvsrfPCx9Xk5N5gOSp6gCZn4hVokgSxMf0O5_NzjrIIuXsxJ0iFiAkyOG5Mbzsdf2orzdkG0RbJF3GdNx8fZ5GykOiROehGhNIb7Bgf9ypDRZwiE2a3CZiAPO01aJwU7X_gHaQ6JwAkw3B4PRXJGlTRJFKl2jnqThoskfmpmEVsJkXdnVzJIzh-qXu7bclFjbI8VTQShqoIl8VHb6BoY%3D&attredirects=0#k2j2ghf2-35

For removal of arrow heads (page 40)- mouse ear grass, aka Myosotis or "forget-me-not", used as lubricant.

For healing (page 47)- juniper berry, made as plaster (it is a drying agent).

(Sidenote: citron rind kept in cloth keeps moths away)

For healing ulcers [wounds] (page 49)- Antimony sulphide, applied with wax and white lead.

For healing deep wounds (page 57)- sponge from the sea, placed on the wound after being boiled in honey. the sponge is left to dry on the wound.

For healing wounds and promoting the growth of flesh (page 57)- red zinc oxide, incorporated in ointments. also removes decayed flesh.

For healing injuries of wounds, nerves and holes in organs (page 71)- Bachlor's botton's, aka Centaurea cyanus or cornflower.

For cleansing wounds, stopping swelling, and pulling foreign objects from the body (page 76)-Pimpernel, aka primrose, of the yellow and blue variety.

For removal of decaying flesh and healing fresh wounds (page 79)- Sarcocolla.

For fresh wounds (page 82)- Country Mellow.

For exposed bone and deteriorated flesh (page 83)- Orris root made into powder.

For muscle injuries (page 89)- Broad bean, stored (the fresh beans are inferior) and cooked with pepper, salt, origanum and oil.

For fresh wounds and holes in organs (page 91)- Papyrus, made into powder, sprinkled over a wound. For fistula (holes in organs) it is put into vinegar and dried.

For fresh wounds, deteriorated flesh and holes in organs (page 92)- Maiden hair, aka Gracillimus Maiden Hair Grass.

For healing wounds (page 92)- Bartaniqi, aka Bustan afroz, or African spinach.

For cleaning dirty wounds and healing wounds made by leather socks (see muslim leather socks) (page 98)- Onion, the juice for dirty wounds, and with chicken fat for abrasions caused by leather socks.

For purifying wounds and removing crushed bone (page 105)- Balsam (fresh, mixed with pine, mastic, henna oil and melted wax) especially mixed with Orris root.

For inflammation of the mouth, creeping ulcers and wounds (page 106)- Oak, burnt. The powdered leaves can patch up a wound if sprinkled.

For creeping ulcers, herpes and various infections (page 110)- Cinquefoil, the root extract for creeping ulcers, and when cooked with vinegar for herpes.

For swelling, pustules and itches (page 112)- Borax, dissolves pus. The African variety mixed with vinegar is more potent.

For swelling and wounds (page 114)- Great mullein, an extract from the leaves. It is also mixed with honey to make a plaster.

For swelling, as anti-inflammatory, ulcers and burns (page 118)- egg (only the yolk of a hen’s egg), with olive oil for swelling, and on wool to heal burns and prevent ulceration.

For swelling and wounds (page 124)- Apple (of the Syrian variety). The leaf and its extract for hot swelling and pimples. The leaves and bark, and extract of apple vinegar heal wounds.

For swelling and wounds (page 126)- Fir, the leaves made into plaster for hot swellings, and

“The leaves and seeds of fir, when used along with the

goose fat, impure oxide of lead and powdered frankincense (resin), are useful

in external ulcers. It is also useful in soft, hot and fresh ulcers in the

body when used with clarified butter and myrtle oil. The powder of

its bark is suitable for the wound when sprinkled over it. If its leaves

are applied on fresh wounds, they stop their further decay.”

#history #medieval medicine #the canon of medicine #research #this happens every once in a while #i get curious about a specific subject and i feel like i want to know everything about it #than bam #2 hours have passed #i really like history #the older the better #the fact its a thousands years old... and we still use a lot of it today... its so cool #this is just the perfect book i needed #it has everything. literally everything #sometimes Ibn Sina adds a commoc misconception and debunks it #and he also adds a note when a certain theory is not 100% proven #and just like... i can feel how much care was put into those books #its a masterpiece

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years ago

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Only Time Makes It Human

Hi, hello I was so excited to write this story you don't understand! I hope you all like it, I'm open to suggestions for part two or even part three hehe, I just like this concept a lot, lol i even made a Spotify playlist to listen to while writing. And I dont do that very often.

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Summary: he shouldn't have let Hange drag him to that frat party with Petra as his date, not when she knew you'd be there with someone else.

Tags: college au!, Angst, eventual fluff, slightly nsfw

Warnings: mentions of smoking, cheating, drinking and of you squint hard enough there's some nsfw, literally it's a frat party, you know how college students are

Disclaimer: drink responsibility if you are of drinking age, don't smoke, absolutely don't drive while being drunk, also I don't own the characters, but you already know that.

The deafening sound of pop music abused Levi's ears to the point his head was pulsing. His drink, a ratty cheep lager that was disturbingly common in such parties, stood in a red plastic cup in his hand, not even halfway drank. It was the watery taste he despised; when he wasn't much of an alcohol drinker, he was adamant about bitter tastes in beverages, a preference he hadn't managed to fight in his whole life time.

He shot an ominous glance at Hange and Petra. Stood right in front him, swaying their hips and smiling at each other as they shipped from their makeshift cocktails, they were more than surprised whatever they had dumped on their cups was consumable.

Petra in particular, beamed everytime she looked his way, auburn locks of her grazing the sides of her kind face as she swayed closer to him. The way his eyes never landed on her until it was necessary guilted him more than he wanted to admit. Mainly because Hange had set them up, and also because he shouldn't have been frying his brain with thoughts of someone else when he was with her.

But sometimes he couldn't help himself.

In an attempt to shut his brain down from making generously misery thoughts, he locked his hand around Petra's waist, sipping ever so slightly off his beer in the meantime. He didn't miss the way she lowered her head to smile, the sheer maroon tint on her cheeks. She fidgeted her fingers around her drink, shooting happy stares to Hange, Erwin and Mike as she went to rest get head on Levis shoulder.

Hange softly smiled back, curling her lips on an upward curve then brushing of three long to stare at the couple with ogling eyes. She focused on the conversation Mike and Erwin were having, as if it was something important enough to get lost into.

"I'm just wondering where Nanaba is, she said I'd find her here." Mike spoke with a puzzled voice, bobbing his head around to scout for the familiar blotch of short blonde hair that acostumed the face of his long term lover.

"Ah, she's with (y/n), silly. They're probably somewhere around if you want to say hi." Hange beamed.

Levi's eyes went wide and his hands numb at the sound of your name; he couldn't believe the plastic cup hadn't slipped off his palm. It had been so long since Hange had mentioned you so casually in a shared conversation, at least before him that is. It was more than natural to assume his friends hadn't cut ties with you, in contrast to his previous belief.

It was unlikely they were working against him on this situation, but his mind couldn't stop from running in possible imageries between them and you. Were they going to that cafe near campus with you when he denied their invitation? Did they spent some nights at your new place, drinking and driving you on watching horror parodies, when you despised it?

He shook his head trying to brush bubbling thoughts of you away from his mind. With a quick look at Petra, he decided to gulp down the warmed up lager, in hopes of finding relief in a stronger refill.

He despised the way beer didn't spritz on his tongue in it's warm state, but he refused to cringe at the aftertaste. Meanwhile, on his left, Petra enthusiastically bobbed her weight between her legs at the sound of another well known song. He didn't bother to comply to her moves, his eyes averted bitterly to the emptiness of his cup, yet he couldn't eagerly decide to step out of the comfort of his position.

Strolling around meant that he could come across you and he wasn't sure whether he wanted that or not.

Yet, Hange was adamant about dragging him, through the crowd to the kitchen counter, seeing his need for a refill as an excuse to get a new drink to mix to her cocktail.

Familiar faces fleet the kitchen, strolling around with numerous cups in their hands, heading to all directions. Levi pinched his nose in annoyance; the stench of sweat and smoke numbed his nostrils making him snicker, disgust masking the look on his face.

Setting his goal as to find a closed bottle of whiskey, his hands managed to work fast to their task. Upon discovering a single bottle that was still intact he twist the cap open, skillfully bringing the rim of his cap underneath the bottle's opening. Copper liquid poured in gushes in the red plastic, filling it to its maximum capacity.

The bigger the drink, the more chances he had to get a little drunk, maybe forget about you in the process.

"Are you thinking about her, shorty?"

Hange's voice rang in his blank head for several seconds fighting to elicit an answer out of him. He fought back, merely for a moment. If he knew Hange she would have kept pressuring him to answer her question on front of every one else for the rest of the night. He was trying to fix his mood with at least some alcohol, so he wouldn't let Hange ruin it.

He hesitated to speak loud enough for his voice to reach her eardrums. Admitting to his pain made it real, and he hated still being sentimental when it came to you. At least Hange would keep her mouth shut if she got her rightful answer.

"Well I do, I suppose." He muttered below his breath, gray eyes never averting to her direction.

Hange curious expression immediately transformed into one of pure mischievous excitement that, he had to admit, was pretty unsettling. He knew that look on his friend's face, he couldn't fight it even if he wanted to so naturally he wished he had bit back on his answer. Nevertheless, what was done was done.

"It sucks doesn't it?" Hange spoke, pointer finger stretching to fox her glasses.

"It makes me feel lonely."

"Well don't make your self suffer, shorty." Hange's eyes softened as she threw a playful punch on his bicept, her drink long forgotten on the counter. "You could try to be friends with her."

"It's not that I want to suffer, it keeps me going sometimes. And no, I don't want to."

With squinted eyes and a disappointed gaze Hange shook her head at him and grabbed her drink from the wooden counter. Her mouth formed in a disapproving smirk causing her cheeks to squint and scrunch in an almost too comical manner. Levi knew he should have paid, absolutely, no mind on stressing over it; whether she was right or wrong she wasn't in a place to judge him for any of his choices, especially on the ones on his romantic life. And even more executionally, on ones she had helped him make by setting him up with Petra.

Not that he had anything against Petra.

He actually enjoyed her company. The cute little remarks she'd make for him, the way she cared for anything he did or the way her eyes would ogle at him as if he was a god. She could keep her space clean and she was kind to everyone in the sweetest manner. On top of that she had a girl next door type of beauty, auburn hair parted messily according to any occasion and round hazel eyes. All in all Hange had been right to point out she looked good on him.

Tonight, Petra was shining in her favorite pastel layers. A soft strawberry lilac turtleneck with flared sleeves as a base, topped with a powder blue strappy dress and finally completed with velvet baby pink Vans. Cute sparkly pins were accessorising her hair and numerous necklaces with moon and star charms shone on her neck. The effort she had put to perfect her aesthetic had indeed paid off; she looked like a fairy under the erratic lights of the party. She had achieved her initial goal to stand out from the occasional soft girls around the crowd, signifying she was Levi's girl.

With Levi's popularity amongst ladies, she had to be effortlessly perfect.

And she was, for as long as she was concerned.

Levi shot his eyes to his friends' direction, catching quickly glimpses of the way Petra danced with Hange. Erwin and Mike were nowhere to be found for now, as he assumed they would be searching for Nanaba.

He cringed at the chaotic arrangement of things; Nanaba had distanced her self from the group because she was your childhood friend so her relationship with Mike naturally came second to not forcing you into the same group as Levi. As if Levi wanted to be forced to be in the same group as you.

Fortunately, you had plenty of friends as to not to stick onto his group.

He was gulping a mouthful of his drink, copper whiskey watering down his dry throat as if he hasn't drunk anything in hours, when his eyes met yours in the crowd. His heart immediately skipped a long beat, chest heavying at the sight of your flushed face.

Maybe, on second thought, you hadn't actually noticed him.

You stood outside of the massive glass window proudly downing the shot in your hand after cheering on it with Eren. There was joy written on your makeup accessoried face; with your eyes squinted and your smile spread to your face asour hips moved according to the music engulfed in Eren's palms. Your hair swayed with each one of your movements, (h/c) locks landed messily on your face and shoulders mirroring Eren's to perfection. Levi couldn't help but notice how Eren's man bun was coming undone on the erratic movements his made.

As you slightly squated, attempting to perk your buttocks in the air for your partner to grab, your baggy jeans tightened their hug on your body in perfection. Levi remembered having seeing you in those baggy cargo jeans from afar on a few occasions, always thinking how good they looked on you, always admiring how you could always lull off your desired aesthetic effortlessly.

It was true that had he not seen you flawnting your effortless dark urban style, he would have thought that Petra had been the only girl who could show anyone how dressing aesthetically could be achieved. But you were something different. They way your breasts sat firmly at the bustier bits of your spaghetti strapped top, adorned by the corset like nature of the torso tube looked magnificent paired to your jeans. Your jet black Dr Marten's boots peaked from the flared finish of your jeans, giving the look a 90s grungy edge along with your all natural -be it for your dark maroon lip color.

Looking around, amongst numerous art majors like you he couldn't find someone who could mimick the way you pulled it off.

There fore, on a way he didn't blame Eren's hands as they traveled down your curves and touched tenderly at your torso. Even if the motion pulled any string in his heart that wasn't numbed by his alcoholic beverage.

He loathed you looked so good, and he loathed the way you danced to the loud tune as if no one was around.

With another big gulp on his whiskey, he felt the world slowing down around him.

As your eyes finally met -this time it wasn't just him imagining things- the tune changed, mocking him for gawking at you while taking your side against him. He noticed you mouth the lyrics to him, your head turned to his direction as his eyes struggled to rip away from your form.

Your moves on Eren became more intimate, more suggestive as you scratched the nape of his neck, bringing your mouth close to his ear to whisper words Levi couldn't have known of. Quickly, Eren pulled away with a pouty smile, displeased that he had to pull away from you. It was in that second that Levi's chest tightened dangerously, as Eren's lips brushed chastely on yours, noses bumping on eachother.

In an attempt to shook the image out of his head he turned on his heels, cup squeezed in hand and stomach growling in anxiety as he marched to his group of friends. Smiling faces welcomed him but he paid no mind in reciprocating the slightest glance. Levi wasn't exactly the type to bounce back immediately after having experienced his heart sinking in such horrid way.

Unsurprisingly for him -seeing that he was used to things only going downhill after a shitty event- Mike appeared out of the blue with Nanaba linked on him through their elbows. It wasn't in fact Nanaba that shattered any remain of his, already ruined, mood, but the person that clung into her palm.

More specifically, you.

"Heyy!!" Hange screamed, hands stretching towards your direction, already pulling you in her embrace once you reached her velocity. "I have missed you so much, where have you been these days!"

"Hange we went out for launch yesterday." You giggled through your squished cheek.

"Noo, that was ages ago I miss you everyday."

You shot a judgemental look at Erwin from Hange's back as she began to pull back from your embrace. The lisps and slips of her tongue were starting to become prominent as she poured words before you in an excessively fast paced manner, leaving you unable to come up with a way to respond to her, let alone understand what she had been saying.

Erwin scratched the back of his head an but his lip in response, shoulders rising up in an unbeknownst manner.

"You shouldn't let her drink that much. You know how she gets." You scolded, looking around the faces of your friends, trying your best not to let your faint voice get overlapped by the loud reggaeton beat.

Once again as Levi's eyes locked gazes with yours your breath hitched inside your chest.

His hand strode out to Petra's waist, pulling her closer almost too automatically for anyone not to notice. The commotion caught your eye, but you never flinched, much to your demise. Petra's hair swayed to the right as her smile widened from the sudden affectionate gesture, making you sick to the stomach from how soft and fragile and enchanting she had managed to look.

"Anyways I just came to say hi, I'll go find Eren now-"

Your words were cut short as your aforementioned significant other showed up bouncing in excitement beside you. Mirroring Levi's actions he pulled you close in a swift movement before ensuring he gave soft smiles to everyone. Hange excitedly greeted him back as Nanaba and Mike caught him up in casual conversation.

Levi watched as the brunette whipped his head whenever he flawnted on his achievements, causing Nanaba to shoot him awkward smiles and Mike to shrug him off in the process. You could see the despair in their faces as Eren egoistically carried on the conversation, but you tried to shrug it off for the moment as you conversed with Erwin.

Your mind wouldn't stop ordering your eyes to attach themselves into the picture perfect couple ahead of you, who paid no mind to your mere existence. In a way you blamed yourself for having caused this. Had you uttered a single hello to them you wouldn't have received such treatment. It served you right for knowingly intruding their space with the intention to make your presence known to Levi.

If you knew if the way Levi's eyes fell onto you everytime you looked away, you wouldn't have had yanked Eren's hand in an attempt to gain his attention.

"Ah sweetheart, I'm sorry, Yeagerbombs with your Yeager boy?" Eren blinked his emerald eyes into yours, pride splattered in his smile for his -cringeworthy to anyone else but himself- pun. You couldn't help but let out a nervous snicker of a laugh as he yanked you close to him again, pleading eyes landing into Levi's stormy gaze.

For you, the world seemed to stop in the moment as you took in his dimly lit face and delicate features. The music fell deaf to your ears as you gawked at him, hands trembling and tongue tied in words that you failed to recognize.

That mellow melancholy in his eyes, the adorning eyebags, the way some short coarse hairs on his face tried to mimick his neatly kept undercut, it all seemed unreal to you.

How long had it been since you had been so close to him? Nowadays it seemed the two of you had moved on to whatever. You had tried so much to avoid eachother that your timing never allowed the two of you to meet, not even for a the slightest, in hopes of forgetting about each others existence.

What downed you, though, from your precious pink cherry blossom rainfall bubble was that Petra was wrapped lovingly around him, her aesthetically pleasing image fitting conveniently with your little fairytale background, throwing you out of it.

By faintly excusing yourself from the group you let yourself lose on Eren's grip as he slipped you away from the crowd and towards the kitchen.

Levi didn't want to have to take a trip to the bathroom of a sorority house. In thought it seemed disgusting and unsanitary, but he had so much to drink that his body had been begging and screaming to him for some sort of relief.

He assumed the upstairs bathroom would be clean, supposing there weren't any horny young adults crushing their reproductive organs against eachother as there would normally be at any party of this nature.

With a steady knock that elicited no answer or even a simple grunt from the other side of the door he knew he was good to go. With a movement of his wrist the handle twisted and he slowly let himself in, eager to get through the process as fast as possible.

A few moments later and the fly of his distressed jeans was being zipped up again, tucked neatly under his black crewneck's bottom. He scrunched his sleeves up above his elbows and run his hand under the sink, waiting for the water to warm up.

His face looked tainted in the mirror; puffy eyebags and a deadpan expression while his lips stayed chapped. In an attempt to look presentable he run his now excessively washed hands through his front bangs tagging slightly to form a little volume at the roots.

He hadn't expected to swoon so easily at the sight of you being playfully entangled with Eren. He hadn't expected his heart to sink at the sight of you being explicitly affectionate with anyone before him and he wondered if it was simply due to the fact that he hadn't been accostumed to it. He certainly hadn't expected of Eren to step in and swoop you away before his very eyes; the pain of seeing you next to a friend of his seemed even more devastating for a few seconds.

Nevertheless, the little shit had always had an eye on you, even if he liked to consider himself as a protegee if his.

Levi wondered if you had felt that loathing feeling as well. Petra hadn't been that private about their relationship, with her constant posts on Instagram, her continuous snaps of him on a daily basis. Whereas he hadn't seen you post many things in the course of eight months.

He had brushed off the idea of scrolling through your socials a numerous times before finally agreeing on linking with Petra. Secretly he'd search for your shared photos, hoping they'd appear out of nowhere on your profile. Secretly he'd stare at his archived posts, contemplating on whether he should keep photos of a better time protected or whether he should delete them.

Now with his back against the sink to prevent himself from catching his reflection judging him, he unlocked his phone and tapped the familiar fuchsia icon. As expected, Eren's profile icon flashed in a pink and orange ombre circle before all others, signaling he had posted a story. Not supressing his pulled heartstrings who were set to call the shots tonight, Levi tapped on the icon with such force that a loud tapping sound filled his ears.

The video loaded painfully slow, his data connection giving in to the thick bathroom walls. Eren's face flashed on his screen, sheepish smile adorning his features."There's no hope for us!" He spoked in blurred pronounciation. "Even the anti smoker is smoking!" In a quick sequence the camera angle shifted on you, apathetically taking a drag out of a freshly rolled cigarette while cussing him out in a stern tone.

Silently he scrunched his nose and clicked his tongue in annoyance. Surely you still hadn't learnt from past mistakes. In seldom occasions you'd smoke while mixing your drinks, nothing unusual for people at your age; although Levi knew better than to do it consciously, you sometimes did. He had been strick and unforgiving on you, snapping out on you the following day for not taking good care of yourself. Clearly his short temper had only pushed you to riot now that you were away from him.

When the door shot open, causing him to jump and nearly let his phone slip away from his grip, he couldn't bring himself to realise for how long he'd been sitting in the bathroom, replaying Eren's story.

His eyes quickly recognised you as you shot your arms to pull your hair away from your face. He had seen you from every possible angle, a feeling that once upon a time had made him feel sick and trapped, pushing him to make stressed decisions. Every little detail of yours was curved in the back of his brain, awaiting for moments like this to unleash. It was easy like that to recognize you for miles ago.

As much as he'd like to, he didn't make a move towards you, afraid that maybe if you saw him out of all people in this state you'd jump in fear.

Nonetheless he couldn't help the silent inquiry concerning your condition not slip off his mouth. "You alright there?"

"I'm fine." You gulped, supressing the urge to spill your stomach's insides before the person behind you. "It's just- my ex is here and I- I guess I got stressed and I smoked and I drunk too much and ugh-" you cringed at the way you overshared your personal matters with a stranger, although you momentarily found comfort in the action. No one could judge you if they didn't know you, right?

"You don't say!"

Of course luck wouldn't be on your side. Ever since you laid your eyes on him a few hours ago you knew it in your heart this night would fall in crumbles, but did it really have to be this way?

You jumped, startled at the sight of Levi's familiar face, ignoring the way your heart fell as hard as a rock in your stomach, ignoring the vertigo like feeling to numb the poor organ. Puke hitched in your throat and you ripped your eyes away from his form in a panicked state. Your stomach emptied in the porcelain toilet, leaving atrocious sounds as it burned and scratched on your throat. You feel your whole body go weak with every shot of your stomach. Your hands couldn't keep their grasp on your hair; they quickly fell near your legs.

Levi crouched to your side in a heartbeat, his quick instincts getting the best of him as he grabbed your hair tenderly in order to keep it away from your face.

"Fuck, just how much did you even drink?" He whispered, hand reluctantly reaching to soothe down your back.

"You should know." You barked. "You were staring. How dare you?"

He had grown accustomised to quite make out your mutters by assuming what you were feeling in the moment. Athough, as your excessive vomiting came to an alt, you yanked your hair angrily out of his hands, refusing to associate yourself with him anymore.

As you meticulously washed your hands and mouth you noticed his stretched hand shielded the way to the door, blocking you from exiting. Your dizzy state didn't allow you to be feisty as you fixated your interest in swooning over the way his arms looked with his sleeves rolled up. You took a mental note to scold yourself for that very fact once you were sober enough.

"I have to go to my friends, thanks for helping me."

"You're not going anywhere." You noticed his breath hitched as he spoke. Was he equally as drunk? Wasn't he supposed to handle his alcohol like he had always said? Just how much had he had to drink? "You're not going anywhere until you tell me why you drunk so much."

Your silent thoughts geared up inside your brain, ready to skyrocket out of your mouth the moment you opened it to speak. "It's because you're here and you're with her and seeing the two of you in action is only making it real!"

Levi erratically blinked at your word vomiting. He hadn't expected you to just spill out those words without a notice it a warning, hell, even a little warm up would be nice to help him form a preserved reaction without becoming a drunk stuttering mess.

Without warning your hands wrapped around him, chests pressed against each other in the firmest way possible, sending shivers down his newly sweating spine. Normally, he'd say he hated the way you nuzzled against the crook of his neck, wiggling your nose through his crewneck sweater to coo into his warmth. Normally, he'd pinch himself and wake up and you would disappear, never to been seen laying beside him in such manner again.

Normally his blood wouldn't pump profoundly in his veins in excitement and lust as your touch and your smell.

As the sweet aroma of vanilla and pergamont englulfed his nostrils his arms loosened around him before jumping to the sides of your face, yanking it away from his neck. His next move was crucial; thumbs tenderly stroked on your cheeks as his stormy eyes looked silently into yours. He could only listen to his heartbeat as he crushed his mouth against yours in a feverous manner.

His body pushed against yours in need to pull you into the kiss as you responded with equal effort to your passion. Fortunately for him you had spent minutes trying meticulous wash out any smell or taste away from your mouth with some oral hygiene products you had happened to come across in the cupboards. The fact that he was drunk didn't mean he was inconsiderate of his need for everything to be clean.

All in all, be wasn't sure how the two of you ended up in the backseat of his car, topless with your tongues genuinely battling for dominance.

He must have been in a haze as he pushed past and out of the crowd, erratically trying to remember the general direction in which his car was parked.

As his hands gripped everywhere he could find his eyes didn't dare to shoot open. Existing in this moment, dry humping to your hips from underneath you. Tiny bumps adorned your skin every time he touched you. The freezing air of December had finally brushed its effect on both of you, soft shivers shook your whole form and he couldn't help but notice.

He couldn't think straight, despite wanting to though.

Your lips launched in the soft spot on his neck in an effortless manner. To him it was obvious you hadn't forgotten his own anatomy; all the places that you touched teased him perfectly to submission making him sink into the black industrial seat.

Your hands passionately grabbed the back of his hair, elbows colliding with the skin just under his collarbone.

"I've missed this, I've longed for this."

Your words, whether they were intentional or not, slit through his chest and set fire to the wound, causing another wave of stressful passion to spread from his stomach to his whole body. Chaste kisses were places all over his face, underneath his bangs, on his eyes, even the tenders corners of his jaw.

Your noses crashed, your breaths mingling in the air as your lips found his again.

You moved your lips in perfect synch, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that were fabricated to fit perfectly on eachother. It hurt you that your bodies were working against your sober wills. You made another note to punish yourself for that as well once you were in your right mind.

His hands wrapped tighter around your back, crashing you impossibly closer next to him. Your chest fought to rise and fall as squirms escaped you, engulfed into his mouth.

"We shouldn't do this here, I'm not up to voyeuring anyone." He remarked, but fell silent as you placed another brushing kiss on his lips before pulling back to slightly nod in agreement.

Before you knew it you were wrapped in his jacket, your top long forgotten in an unseen corner of his car. His own charcoal black crewneck shielded his body from your sight as he hit the pedals of his car almost too closely to the allowed speed limit.

Long forgotten were his friends and date to the first party, long forgotten were any attempts to find excuses for whatever had ignited what was happening.

The trip to his apartment was quicker than what you had expected; maybe it was for the alcohol in your system that left you in a constant vertigo, but your head wasn't getting any better. The warm golden Christmas city lights adorned every single aspect of the streets and captivated your eyes spreading their heat into your whole form. With Christmas around the corner the current situation felt even more alluring to indulge into.

Christmas always meant Levi, in a way.

You swore you only blinked for a second once you entered the apartment building front door but when you opened your eyes you were before his door.

As always, it read 25B.

In a flash you were underneath him in his bed, hair sprawled everywhere around you as his lips angrily assaulted your collarbones. You didn't trust your drunk antics to tell you if the night was still young, but you assumed it could still labor a few more hours of the greediness between two long lost lovers.

"I" he started acting kissed on your lips as his hands came to mingle with the button of your jeans. "Want you to know." Another kiss was placed on your lips. "That" another "I-"

This time you cut him off with your swollen lips on his, sucking all air out of his lungs. "Just kiss me and we'll talk about this afterwards."

Your eyes throbbed as light entered their cavities, reflecting on your irises despite your best wishes. You had only just shot out a hand to shield them from the warm rays of sun when panic stabbed through your chest like a murderous intruder.

They blueyish grey tink to the walls and the futuristic design of the drawers and nightstands were all too familiar to you. They stood there, mocking you on all their dark chocolaty color for being unable to come up with an immediate answer to your whereabouts.

Your head was being occasionally jolted in throbbing hot pain as you decided to look around you in the matress, in hopes of recognising the person to whom the newly sounding grunts belonged to.

To your utter shock and disbelief, Levi shot up from his position on the bed. You watched as his eyes widened at the sight of you, grey orbs slightly shrinking in shock and realisation.

"What did you-" he began but soon his hand shot up to his own throbbing head. "Shit just how much did we have to drink?"

"Okay I have a better question," you added to your shared misery "are you as naked as I am?"

It was on rare occasions that you had seen such irrational panic mask Levi's face, yet this time must have been the most striking one amongst the ones you could recall. His skin had lost at least two shades of color, his lips parted slightly. His forehead was cringled as his eyebrows were skyrocketing away from his eyes.

Although when he opened his mouth in an attempt to confirm the obvious, he was quickly cut off by the sound of his doorbell being rung, along with three stern knocks on his door. Even his phone started ringing from beside him, adding pressure to his momentarily frozen state. He picked the divice in his hands, fingers shakingly making their way to the acceptance button.

"Hey Petra!"

"Hey love!" You heard the cheerful voice fill the air through his speaker. Petra had a really loud voice, you noticed, it was either that or that your head was about to explode from the hangover. "I'm outside, please open up, you left without even saying goodbye and wouldn't pick up your phone. I'm so worried."

"Tch, give me a second I'll get changes and we can have breakfast at that cafe you like." Levi grunted, his thumb reaching to rub soothing circles on the prominent vein in his forehead.

"Can I come inside?"

Shit.

"Yeah yeah." He spoke as he hit the closing button, his phone being slammed against the bed. His head turned to you, only to reveal a section of his throat that was bruised in lovemarks you had left on him. "Hide, stay silent, I don't know which one, just do it."

After his harsh order, his eyes never had a chance to reach yours as he got up from the bed to sprint to his dresser, hurriedly searching for the only washed black turtleneck he owned. He hadn't even had a chance to look himself in the mirror, but knowing you, you couldn't have held back from munching on the skin in his throat.

Upon his quick discovery, he threw on a pair of gray of sweats that he recover from the hanger behind his door.

You didn't dare speak, hell you didn't even dare move, the fear of being discovered in such pretentious position -as the third person- in a house you once had lived in overtook your natural senses and your irrational thinking. Your heart didn't cease to sink as moments later you heard the door click open, then immediately close.

The familiar buzzing sound of silence filled your ears a few moments later. This time realisation kicked in immediately in hopes of drowning your mind in excessive amounts of overthinking. That's how it was then?

Your head plopped down the pillows, sinking deeper and deeper with each passing second. Your heart skipped essential beats and your breathing hitched in your throat. Only one question stood on top of others.

What had you done?

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dragonshoard · 3 years ago

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Yo never apologize about takin time respondin lol, i dont mind at all- we all got lives yk? But yeah, im glad you like the art! Im still doodlin a lot, fighter!jinx is jus so fun to draw! I actually plan to clean those up a bit(probably gonna work on renderin sm digitally but who knows shdghd- tho i think i mentioned that last time too) then i’ll send em ur way uwu

I come at u with more questions now tho lmao, so i’ll jus spit em out n u can answer or not whenever u want

Does jinx react well to vi n cait showin up?? Or does she go batshit? Cause i can also totally picture her starin at em for a moment then goin ‘fuck this shit wtf’ and jus bookin it the other way lmao

If its not too spoilery(which btw- if any of these u wanna keep close to ur chest for fics, do so! I love spicy reveals lmao), when jinx gets her tattoos what meaning does she have for em? And whats ur opinion on the reason she got em in canon?

Does fighter!jinx ever get the necklace/chocker/whatever it is that arcane!jinx wears? Or does she refuse to ever have anything on her neck again?

Would she ever choose to go by jinx for spite? I get that she’s still powder n not as attached to the name, but does she jus go by both? Or pick the name jinx for the public to know her by since that already has a history tied to it? Im guessin vi would call her powder, but what would cait call her?

Oh! And before i forget- the shock collar, how’s that charged? Cause those things need a power source to function, and since it cant just be removed anymore im guessin it has some form of strong/sustainable power source?

N on the line of the collar and cuffs, does she manage to get those off quickly on her own, or does she have to run around for a while with em on? And if tis like that, is the shock collar still active? Could she still be shocked with it?

Oh, and whats ur opinion on there being left over hextech gems from when powder n everyone robbed jayce’s place? Cause ive heard it goin around that theres like- one?? Or smth that she didnt use and was never resolved?? Maybe two?? Based on the cases number(and assuming she grabbed them all which if i remember correctly she did) and since one blew up the apartment, and she used one for the bomb what happened to the others yk?)

(Also can i jus say, i def gets jinx bein a long range fighter in canon n it lowkey fucks with my head tryna picture fighter!jinx punchin n kickin in the pits skdhdjg. Like vi? Vi its easy to picture cause its vi but like,,, it jus does not mesh with jinx in my head lol)

Anyway, hope u have a good day mate! I’ll yeet those drawins ur way sm time soon lol

You’re literally so sweet, I’m so glad she’s fun to draw! Love to see your art in the future regardless if they’re cleaned up or not :DDD

(BTW, I’m working on drawing canon Jinx and fighter!Jinx side by side so I’ll be posting that sometime today or tomorrow. I’m realizing that I don’t think Silco would very much approve of her attire if he actually got to choose it, so her outfit is gonna be a bit different until she gets out. I’m slowly working at the next fic too. Trying to figure out if I should post what I have rn as a first chapter or finish it and then post them - not sure how long it’s gonna be tbh).

Jinx is very emotionally detached from people. I’m still trying to figure out if she and Ekko have reconciled by the time Vi and Caitlyn show up, but it honestly won’t be much different either way. Maybe a bit more stable with Ekko around, but that’s it.

Regardless, she’s used to being alone and she’s also kind of scared of Vi finding her. You have to remember that this Vi knocked her tf out (by accident, but she doesn’t know that). Part of her, like she thought with Ekko, is thinking that Vi has come to kill her (for killing their family), while another part of her is just scared of being close to people because she’s scared they’ll leave or betray her. She’s more of a runner in this fic than a fighter when the fight comes to her (unless it’s Silco’s people - that’s a whole other story). It’s absolutely a control thing.

She still goes off the deep end at seeing Caitlyn with Vi (not that she was very stable to begin with). However, in comparison to canon Jinx, she’s more prone to hurting herself versus hurting others. Being alone in a cell with very little stimulation she’s learned to hurt herself - pulling at her hair, hitting herself, etc - as a means of coping. We saw a little of this in Powder’s breakdown in Act I, but it’s more extensive in this AU. There’s a bit more to their reunion considering how volatile in general Jinx is, but I’ll leave it as this for now :)))

Vi is really really sad. I needed to say that.

When jinx gets her tattoos what meaning does she have for em? And whats ur opinion on the reason she got em in canon?

Honestly, I always thought Jinx’s tattoos in the game were clouds, not smoke, so I’m gonna say in this au they’re clouds (though they’ll look the same). I’ve got a specific scene in mind for this tbh. In canon, I think she did it as memoriam. Basically, a way of grieving (and reminding herself of) the death of Powder’s love for Vi. Silco has done his best to push the narrative that Vi left her, that she betrayed Jinx, and the tattoo was meant to reinforce and remind her of that.

Does fighter!jinx ever get the necklace/choker/whatever it is that arcane!jinx wears? Or does she refuse to ever have anything on her neck again?

I think she’d refuse to put anything around her neck that would cover the scars, almost like an FU. First, to Silco, and then to anyone who ever thought she worked for him willingly. In the future, she’d probably wear something similar to what in-game!Jinx wears - the bullet necklace with a thin string wrapped around her neck a few times. It barely covers her neck at all.

Edit: I JUST REALIZED THAT THERE MOTHER HAD A SIMILAR NECKLACE TO JINX. I want her to have it now just for that.

Oh, YES, she absolutely goes by Jinx for the spite factor (also for other reasons too). She wants Silco to know she’s coming, she wants him to know that it’s the monster he created, his Jinx, that is going to destroy him. It’s easier for her to stay in that mindset rather than weave in and out of it, so she does go by just Jinx for a long while. I feel like she considers “Powder” as a name, an identity, that is extremely precious (bordering on innocent) to her and she wants to protect it. As a result, while she hurts and kills, she does it in Jinx’s name, not Powder’s. Though Powder is pretty blood thirsty herself.

While the collar isn’t removable, some of it’s parts are. There are components that need to be regularly replaced, including the shimmer injections and the power source for some of the collar’s other functions (the shock being one of them). She sees the doctor a minimum of once a week for both restraint maintenance and enhancement “treatment”.

The restraints are not going to come off all at once and she will struggle with them (considering the ones on her neck and legs have no keys). You’ll see :)))))

She did initially take 5 (the 6th one was what caused the explosion in the workshop). I noticed there were at least 4 in the breakdown scene, but she used 3 of them in the monkey bomb. I’m honestly not sure where the rest went, because there’s 2 floating around somewhere but no one knows where. Personally, I’m somewhere between it being an error on Riot’s part and/or the other two showing up somewhere down the line in season 2.

And no it messes with my head too. Though, even in Arcane, she is still pretty good at short range. It’s just not her specialty. But it is half of the reason why she almost immediately switches up fighting styles after getting out. Jinx realizes pretty quickly that her usual methods in the pits aren’t going to work, so she adapts. Short range, her signature style is essentially to trap them and... pick them off one by one (imagine those scenes where there’s a group of people that are disappearing one by one into the shadows and everyone is scared/confused and concerned about who's going to be next).

Dramatic AF

I like to imagine she does her best to avoid fighting in an open area or in the light, but is a lot more vicious when she’s forced to (it’s when the “punch and kick them until they die” attitude becomes very apparent).

Hope you have a great day too :DDDDD

#origin #Fighter!Jinx AU #jinx #arcanecorner

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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Brothers anon, im gonna start combing the two separate submissions again cause its getting too short to have them separate I think?

1: His possession messed with memories Ranbob had before, so memories of school friends or playing with Ran were distant to erased. Though after Dreams possession it was also harder to make and keep memories. But thankfully as Ranbob was recovering from Dream and got futher away making memories came eaiser to him, though he'll never get back the memories he lost.

3: Oh he would very quickly grow to regret his decision, but it would be funny. And Benjamin would later admit that while it was annoying and stressful, it was also fun and he was very happy to have his two families meet and generally get along.

8: Everyone is just in shocked silence before Cletus just goes "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" Oddly happy that Ranboo committed so much arson. Oh definitely, after all the outcasts of society where put there. Of course people would make such negative rumors about Mizu and treat the people as the scum of the earth. Though this also means, people don't know what happened in Mizu, and anyone who knows, view it in a more happy and a "Their finally gone" type of way, then viewing it as the tragedy it was.

Spoons is a card game technically. A group of people sit in a group and everyone gets 4 cards, and you keep discarding at least 1 card of yours to the person on your left, who then does the same to their person on their left, the last person in the group puts a card into a discard pile. The goal is to get 4 of the same cards, and once someone gets 4 of the same cards, that person goes and grabs a spoon in a pile in front of them (let's say there's 5 players, theres only going to be 4 spoons cause there's always a spoon less than the people playing), once they grab one anyone can grab a spoon. And the person who doesn't get a spoon gets a S added to them, once Spoons is spelled the person gets out of the game, and a spoon gets removed to continue the game. Basically for flowers its played the exact same way but with flowers in the middle expect for spoons.

11: I just imagine Dream sulking in a corner as you yell at him and him going like "well I didn't know…" as he kicks a stone. And he wasnt sure what it was, but quickly jumped on the idea that maybe it was the fact that Ran was still alive somewhere, and that that's causing Ranbob to willingly let himself become weak and defy him. Causing Dream to become angrier at Ran and punish Ranbob harder.

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3: During the brothers fight in the storm, and after everyone runs off to find Ranbob, Ran is left alone. And he decides to just wander off into the storm, not protecting himself from the rain so he does get burnt. The whole time he's lost deep in thought and isn't really paying attention. He continues to wander for a whole day unfollowed (because after the Gladiators and Fishermen came back to the cave after finding Ranbob they are in no rush to find Ran and decide to look for him after the storm passes, which takes a full day) and at some point Raq finds him wandering. Which Raq then uses Rans distraction to his advantage and attacks him. At first only really the gladiators where concerned when they found Ran gone. But once they found him blinded and terrified everyone felt awful and a looming sense of guilt. And everyone continued to feel that way, even after they got the antidote and Ran started to see again.

4: They would just leave Ranbob alone and check in on him every now and again. But generally let him deal with it himself. They'd feel guilty leaving him alone, but they also know that they can't really do anything for him as their not prepared or briefed on how to help him in this situation.

10: Oh definitely, even with Ran blinded they would've been kicked out immediately for fighting, without even a second glance. Dont forget, Ran still cares for his brother. And maybe, losing his sight made him face the side of him that wanted to become family again with Ranbob, maybe it brought enough to light that he just can't ignore it anymore. Mostly only negative potions can be permanent, like posion, blinding, wither, and nausea (I know the last like 3/2 are effects but they've also found a way to make effects into potions.). You already know what a antidote for blindness would be. A antidote for wither would be, a ghast tear (actually a basic ingredient for almost every antidote), blaze powder, and glistening melon to make a overpowered healing potion. Antidote for posion would be ghast tear, swiftness (so it acts fast to get rid of the posion), and the 3rd ingredient depends on what kind of posion it was (posion that has a side effect of constricting or filling the lungs with water? Pufferfish and Turtle shell for last ingredients. Posion that has weakness? Blaze powder, and glistening melon) And antidote for nausea would be ghast tear, and potion of slowness to allow the person to slowly feel better, so their nausea doesn't hit them all at once before disappearing, which can cause them to throw up or have side effects.

13: Thats exactly what they did.

14: Jackie will 100% attempt to fight God and no one can stop him. :) (to be honest im not sure yet, I know I want to do more with Raq and have the idea that maybe he could be the person that finds Dream and gets him out of Mizu, but that's pretty often used in stories and I want to try to think of something more unique. Maybe I'll have it so Raq actually manages to capture the brothers or at least one of them and uses them as blackmail?)

15: When Ranbob was a child and Ran was just a baby Ranbob would often take Ran out of his crib and take him to go watch the fish swim by. When Ran was old enough he'd follow Ranbob everywhere, even a few times he managed to sneak into Ranbobs class room and almost wasn't caught. Ran got extremely clingy one day and managed to gather his haunting all up into his arms and carried them around, even though he was obviously struggling. And Ranbob used to complain about his teachers and idiotic classmates whenever he got home, which is funny when you consider Ran was very impressiable at the time and Ran started mimicking Ranbob, leading to him cursing, much to Ranbobs dismay.

And im curious, do you have any questions that I havent answered? Or do you have any ideas for anything? I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about anything honestly!

Course! I dont have much lore wise other than they go to Kelalen and when they hear Dream is still around they decide to stay back to help fight him. But the idea I have is that Karl is just kinda hanging with everyone I listed, talking about allies or treaties when his time traveling clock/watch starts to go off, and he panics, but sadly in his haste to stop it he makes it worse and it grabs everyone, where they end up in the future. After hours of confusion and explaining they calm down. When 2 days later they find the Gladiator and Fishermen group, at first Karl is strongly against going to then for help, but everyone basically ignores him and go to ask for help. Hours of explanation and proof giving later the GF (Gladiator and Fishermen, got tired of writing it out) group sadly tells them that they cant really help. Until Ran (who was previously gone searching the surrounding area and making sure it was safe) appears high up on a tree (cause I just can't get the image of Ran on a tree and looking comfortable and confident as hell out of my head), and says that maybe Kelalen can help, if not going to Foolish may be a good alternative. Isaac, and Grievous are extremely against going back (at this time a 2 months have past since they left Kelalen)n saying it could be dangerous but Ran just aboustely shoots them down, along with Watson and Jackie agreeing with Ran, and Karls group agreeing to it. They head off to Kelalen. And Jackie is extremely excited at the potential of going to see Foolish finally. And it'd probably be like a sub au where the brothers au is the main backbone for it but at a certain point it separates from the au and becomes its own.

1: Okay, ouch. Can you imagine if Ran brought one of those memories up, and just had Ranbob look confused, or horrified, depending on how quick he realizes what happened? How would Ran react to that realization, both before and after he forgives Ranbob?

3: If nothing else, everyone got some laughs from it-even Benjamin, once his friends were far, far away from his family and not able to teach them more chaos.

8: Cletus, why are you so happy? Do you just enjoy knowing chaos existed back then? Are you an arsonist? What’s up with you?

Also, wow. Not cool, other city people, that’s very mean.

Spoons sounds like it’s interesting, I might try it sometime. Did the group just have those cards on them? What other games did they have?

11: Good, put Dream back in the corner, I’m gonna be yelling more. Because, seriously dude? I know you probably exist solely out of spite, but c’mon. Admittedly, from a certain point of view, it could be considered amusing that your first thought was that Ranbob was making himself weaker out of defiance/spite but like. From a more responsible and mature viewpoint, that’s incredibly stupid, and I-just. Buddy, hate to tell you, but I’m pretty sure that’d just be a you thing. Besides you were in Ranbob’s head, didn’t he think Ran was dead? It doesn’t even make sense. Good lord, I’m half-tempted to get the broom and chase you around like you’re a particularly unruly barn cat.

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3: First of all, that sounds really scary for Ran. Second of all, are we getting an overprotective arc?

4: Kind of sad, but understandable, they’re dealing with the situation as best they can.

10: Even if the group was provoked by the townspeople? Potions sound really cool, wish I could make those in real life, tbh.

13: W-what do you mean ‘that’s exactly what they did’? Anon, is your friend, like, a legit gremlin? I’m spooked.

14: Foolish takes one look at Jackie, wearing a smile that exactly matched Tubbo’s when he was about to cause chaos, and immediately nopes out of that. He knows that face, and he will not be getting tangled into a fight with a goblin child today, no sir. I’m sure Jackie tries regardless though. (Also, that sounds like that goes horribly, do we get an overprotective ender-sibling, for whoever gets captured or used as blackmail, if that’s what you do?)

15: I love all of these so much, oh my gosh. Baby Ran seeing the fishes and following his big brother around. Poor Ranbob’s face when his baby brother cursed one day, Ran trying to carry all of his haunting. I’m in tears, honestly.

Umm...I can’t think of anything right now, to be honest. If I ever do have a question or idea though, I’ll through it on the Brothers AU tag for you to check out, I guess.

Oh, this sounds really cool. The part about them just ignoring their local time traveler when they’ve just time traveled particularly amuses me, as does Jackie wanting to see Foolish-I feel like Foolish may be a little more than terrified to see both Tubbo and Jackie back, honestly. Why was Ran willing to help them so much? What did they do to offer proof? How did Ranbob react once they proved who they were? How does all the group get along? Are they Ranboo’s haunting, and if so, if Ranboo gets close with his descendants, does he merge his hauntings with theirs? How does the time group feel about the Brothers fighting, and Ranbob’s possession?

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #tubbo #ranboo #foolish gamers

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jungonesworld · 3 years ago

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'Why?'

Part 1

Pairing= bf!Jake×bf!Heeseung×fem!reader

,,Jake? What did I do to you that you act like this?" you asked and Jake just continued packing his luggage. ,,I'm not gonna spent here more time. I loved you but you...oh. And you, Heeseung, you were my best friend, almost my brother. How could you?!" Jake shouted and closed door. You started to cry and Heeseung hugged you. You both were so in love but you still felt love to Jake. It was so painful for you. But that's life.

*flashback to how it started*

On beautiful morning, you decided to surprise your boyfriend at work. You baked for him his favorite dessert! You tried to make it taste differently than other time. "Just a few powdered sugar on top of it and it'll be done," you said and packed dessert.

As you were standing on bus stop, it started to rain but you forgot your umbrella. Because it was raining heavily, you needed to protect firstly present for Jake. You took your jacket off and covered package. "Oh no, I spent hours on it....and Jake didnt even taste it," you said to yourself when you noticed, there're no drops falling on you anymore. You looked up and noticed tall boy right next to you, holding umbrella above you and him and looking on road. "In TV, they said that it won't rain today. Such a liars," he said and laughed. His smile! He had such a beautiful and shining smile. You blushed and tried to cover your face by looking on your feet. "Haha, yeah. That's job I would like to do because there's no responsibility if you say something different from reality since weather is uncontrollable," you said and smiled. All of sudden, you and that boy looked at each other and it was love at the first sight. When you wanted to introduce yourself, bus came and you remembered why you even came to wait for bus. Jake!

"Hi, babe," you said and kissed him. He was sweating but, gosh, he was so hot! "Oh, angel. We just ended dance practice. And what do I see behind your back? Give me, I want it," he laughed and tried to get behind your back to get dessert. "Babe, first big hug," you said and he gave you hug you wanted. But you didnt think about that as he hug you, he can steal dessert. Such a smart boy! "Hey!" you shouted and he just laughed while eating dessert. "Woah, don't you wanna have your own bakery? You're so talented...and plus I can pay it all for you," Jake said but you didn't listen since you noticed someone similiar in practice room, practicing in front of mirror. "Honey?" Jake asked and you looked at him. "Um, yeah, I mean no, dont pay for my bakery or anything. I don't wanna have my own business," you said and Jake ended conversation with fast kiss and ran away. You decided to look at that boy in practice room and, as you hoped, you'll may get chance to talk to him.

"Wow, you're so talented," you said as he ended choreography. He looked at door and noticed you standing in door and looking at him. He smiled and you got butterflies in stomach. You both noticed that both of you are blushing. "Thanks. Um...are you waiting for someone?" he asked and you shook your head. "No. My boyfriend is already gone so. Yeah haha, I'm not," you said as you walked in practice room. He was drinking water and your butterflies started to fly wider. He was hot and attractive even when he was just drinking water. Unbelievable! "Oh, boyfriend? Funny that I have never seen you here," he laughed. "Yeah, I dont come here often because my boyfriend dont want me to visit him in work. But also, funny is that I never heard about you from him." You came to him and sat next to him. "And what's your boyfriend's name?" he asked and you got confused. Jake many times told you that boys were so jealous of him when he was talking about you in work. And as far you knew, Jake was the only taken boy from band. "Um, Jake. You don't know me? Since he told me y'all are jealous of him," you said and that boy took your hand. "Hm, maybe he doesnt appreciate you. You need more attention than he gives you. By the way, I'm Heeseung," he introduced himself and you felt something you've never felt before. Maybe, love? You didnt know but you were sure about one thing. He's right! Jake didnt give you much attention. He was always hanging out with saying he needs to go to work but then he came drunk and said that he hung out with his friend. But he never called you to go with him. And about appreciating you, Jake never came to you out of nowhere and never said that he loves you, or that he wants hug. NEVER. You knew that sooner you'll let him go, the better for you. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you, Heeseung," you introduced yourself and he smiled. "You can call me Hee, that's how everyone here calls me," he said and you answered:" Okay, Hee."

After 5 minutes of just sitting next to each other and holding each others' hands, you realised something. "Oh, no, no, no," you said and took your phone. 14 missed calls from Jake. "What happened?" Heeseung asked and you stood up. "Jake. He called me 14 times. What if he'll come here? Or what if he has seen us and just left since it hurt him?" you were scared but Heeseung just stood up and hugged you. "Look. What's worse? He lied to you that we know about you. He doesnt appreciate you. He doesnt pay attention to you. He lied to you about many other things, I'm sure. Or that you're just trying to get to know his own members? Hm? Think about it," he said and left room. He was right, again. It was all Jake's fault. So you decided to go for a walk, all by yourself. You didnt call him back since you knew he won't care about you.

As you came to your favorite place for walk, you started to cry. You didnt even know why you're crying but you were. You say on the ground and hoped for change from Jake's side. You loved him, at least that's what you thought your feelings for him are. And you were sure you won't be able to leave him. You knew that. Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing again and you decided to pick it up. Jake! "Yes?" you said and tried to sound like you're totally okay. "Angel, where are you?! I was so worried. You know what time is it?" he asked and you checked time. 2am! "Babe, please. I'm sorry. I just needed to go for a walk. I'll be back in few minutes" you said and hung up. You tried to stop crying so Jake won't notice anything.

"Angel!" Jake came to you and hugged you so tight. 'He was crying?' you asked yourself when you noticed drops falling from his eyes. "Babe, I'm sorry," you couldn't hold yourself and you started to cry too. You both ended crying in each other's hug. It was the sweetest moment you've ever done with your boyfriend. Maybe your dream just came true. Jake maybe changed. But you didnt believe in it. Since he sometimes look like he changed but then, out of nowhere, old Jake is back.

"Hey. I brought you your own umbrella," you heard similiar voice and it was Heeseung. You wanted to go for a walk but it started to rain and you, again, forgot your own umbrella. Luckily, Heeseung wrote his number to your phone when you were panicking because you had many missed calls from Jake. "Gosh, thanks, Hee. By the way, dont you wanna join me? I love walking when it's raining. It makes me feel like I'm not alone anymore. And it's my dream to have date like this," you smiled at Heeseung and he nodded. "I also like walking in rain. But for me, I like it because I forget about every problem I have," he said.

As you were walking, it started raining heavier and heavier but you were in the middle of forest. You started to panicking, but he was calm. He tried to protect you by hugging you. When he noticed some old building, he didnt wait even for a second and he took you by your hand. So you both ended hiding from rain for next 8 hours.

"I never even thought about date like this," Heeseung laughed and you looked at him with confused eyes. "Um, date?" you asked and he stood up. "Y/n...I wanted to tell you something." You started to shake a little bit, butterflies in your stomach were so crazy and you couldn't look into his beautiful eyes. "I-I....L...Love you," he said and right after it he smiled. He took your hands and looked deeply into your eyes. "So...would you like to try it with me?" he asked and and you couldn't say no. You knew you were in love with him but...what about Jake? "Hee...um...yeah, I want." You couldn't believe it. Those words came out of your mouth without you knowing. You wanted to say truth, that you're in love with him but you have boyfriend. But your feelings spoke instead of you. They spoke for better future with your new boyfriend. Well, you just had to think about how to tell Jake about it. "Wow! You really said yes?! That's my happiest day ever," he said and hugged you so tight. You knew there's no way back. "I really did. I love you too," you smiled and kissed him. You never felt that passionate kiss. It was 1 000 times better than kissing with Jake. He put his hand on your waist, other hand on your cheek. You put your hands around his neck. And you knew, that the best night ever just started.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen heeseung

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lambroseforlife · 4 years ago

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Well, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. After sudden renewed inspiration and a bunch of half-done research over a year later, here goes nothing. I felt that the best setup for this would take place between books 2 and 3 so maybe like 2 months after returning from Egypt? For those that are squeamish and dont like stuff about periods then duh, skip reading this.

— — —

'Blast it all!' I huffed as I dropped the stack of boxes on the floor. Pretty sizable ones, by the noticeable thump as they hit the ground.

'Mr Linton.' I heard a curt voice. Looking up, I stared into a pair of cold, familiar eyes.

'Yes, sir?' I grimaced at him. It was much easier than smiling when your ribs were aching and lungs wheezing for air.

'You are two minutes and twenty-three seconds slower than you were yesterday.' Snapping his pocket watch closed, he tucked it back into his waistcoat pocket. His gaze flickered back to me. 'I do not pay you for your tardiness.'

'No, sir.' I beamed. Well, I tried to anyway. 'Just for my delightful company.'

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. His mouth parted slightly as if to retort but then closed.

I made the mistake of looking into that glacial, intense stare of his and felt trapped. But I didn't want to escape. Not when I felt like I could forget my worries and problems from the rest of the world when it was just him and me. His gaze held mine and I had to suppress the urge to shiver. Not out of fear, though.

A flash of images came to mind. Soft lips melded to mine. Ripped clothing on a hotel bed. Cold desert nights spent in strong, comforting arms.

Snapping out of my daze, I shook my head.

'I...' I cleared my throat and glanced away. 'I better get a move on. Wouldn't want to waste time.'

Without waiting for a reply, I hurried back into my office and closed the door without looking back.

I met my reflection in the glass windows overlooking the tall buildings of London on a typical gloomy morning. If I squinted hard enough, I could see a blush forming on her cheeks.

Get a hold of yourself, Lilly!

This past month I had been polishing my acting skills. By that, I meant pretending that certain things in Egypt had never happened. In general, both my employer and I had smoothly settled into a routine that, well, made it seem that Egypt had never happened once we both returned back to London two months ago. A bit too smoothly, actually.

Although there were times when our gazes would linger on each other for one moment too long just like earlier...

Enough, Lilly! Back to work.

Marching back to my desk, I sat down and stretched. What was wrong with me today? I slept mostly decently last night, save for waking up late with some soreness in my lower back—

Plink.

Opening the metal tube on my desk, I unfolded the paper.

Mr Linton,

It is already thirty-two minutes past nine and I fail to see my daily correspondence on my desk.

Rikkard Ambrose

So we were back to communicating through notes now, were we? Flipping it over, I picked up the fountain pen on my desk and began to write.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

On it immediately, sir.

Yours, Lilly Linton

I folded the note and placed it back into the tube, pulling the lever. I opened one of the desk drawers and found the pile of letters Mr Stone had left for me to sort through. Pulling them out, I began to go through them when I heard a gurgling noise. I looked around, confused. Then I heard it again.

What was that noise? It sounded like it was coming from someone's— oh.

As if in protest, my stomach growled even louder.

Right. Another thing I forgot to do this morning after waking up late.

Well, times like these called for extra measures. Opening another desk drawer, I found out my treasured stash of chocolate and grabbed a bar.

Not exactly the healthiest option for breakfast but so what? It was chocolate!

Unwrapping the bar, I began to sort through the stack of letters for Mr Ambrose's correspondence for the day. I managed to finish going through it in under five minutes too— both the stack of letters and the bar of chocolate.

No sooner after sitting back down at my desk once I passed the letters through the letter slot at Mr Ambrose's door, I heard another plink.

I removed the letter from the tube and picked it up, beginning to read.

Mr Linton,

Why are there brown fingerprints on my correspondence?

Rikkard Ambrose

I frowned. What brown fingerprints was he referring to? Setting the note down on the table, I was about to reach for the charity letters in the waste paper basket when I noticed something odd about the note.

Upon further inspection, there were brown fingerprints on there too! But how did it get there? Where was it coming from?

Wait...

Slowly, I looked at my fingers and then at the wrapper of the finished chocolate bar. Then my fingers. Then the wrapper again.

Oops.

Wiping my fingers and the pen on my trousers, I thought about how to explain my slight predicament.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

There was a small accident while sorting your correspondence. I fixed it immediately so it shall not happen again.

Yours, Lilly Linton

That should suffice. I sent the letter through the tube and took out the small appointment book with all of Mr Ambrose's scheduled meetings. I had barely opened it to the current week when I heard another plink.

Mr Linton,

What do you mean by 'small accident'?

Rikkard Ambrose

Darn! I thought I had gotten away with it. I picked up the pen to write again.

Dear Mr Ambrose,

Just a small, teensy-weensy, tiny incident that is barely of any consequence. Really, no need to worry yourself. I've taken care of it.

Yours, Lilly Linton

Not even ten seconds had passed until the next plink.

Mr Linton,

Do not test my patience. Tell me what happened.

Rikkard Ambrose

Blast! He wasn't going to let this go, was he? Chewing my lip, I picked up the pen with sweaty palms. What to write this time?

Dear Mr Ambrose,

The aforementioned incident was minor, completely inconsequential. Not even a small accident, really. Just a small inconvenience involving chocolate.

Yours, Lilly Linton

With bated breath and my heart ready to jump out of my chest, I pulled the lever.

Perhaps he would move on from it?

Ha, as if! This was Mr Ambrose I was talking about here. Getting the Queen to dance on the rooftops of Buckingham Palace in her undergarments would have been more likely to happen.

As if on cue, icy silence radiated from behind the door to his office. The kind of silence that preceded judgment from kings before they gave the order for executions.

Now to any person, silence was just silence. But not with Mr Ambrose. As his secretary, I knew that there were at least ten types of silences after a few months of being in his employ.

Seconds stretched into minutes until finally...

Plink!

Holding my breath, I unfolded the letter.

Mr Linton,

I do not pay you to eat on the job as my secretary. There is a designated 30 minute break appointed in the afternoon for that. See to it that there are no more 'small inconveniences' to distract you. Knowledge is power is time is money.

Rikkard Ambrose

I suppose that could have gone worse than expected. Considering the incident at his factory two weeks ago. Also the other business deal from the other day. And...

Well, you get the picture.

Sighing, I set the note aside and decided to start on the day's tasks. Hopefully today would just be another day at work that would pass by quickly.

It wasn't until later that I realized just how wrong I was.

— — —

A few hours later, I was in the process of organising new files to be added to Mr Ambrose's already endless file collection when it happened.

I felt a building pressure in my lower abdomen, on the verge of becoming an entirely uncomfortable pressure in my lower regions.

Wonderful. Another thing that I had forgotten to do before leaving the house this morning.

Getting up slowly and carefully, I headed towards Mr Ambrose's door and knocked.

'Enter.' Came the composed, cool voice that I knew by heart at this point.

Shuffling into the room, I saw that Mr Ambrose surrounded by a pile of papers on his desk as usual, reading an opened file in front of him.

'Ehem.' I cleared my throat.

'What is it?' He didn't look up from the file.

I contemplated how to tell him that I needed to pee in the most delicate manner that I could currently manage. I decided to settle with:

'I need to use the powder room.'

He glanced up at me, then quickly back to his papers.

'Go in.' He jerked his head towards the direction of the small door that led to his personal bathroom.

Without expelling the contents of my bladder, I walked as fast I could to the door and shut it behind me. Dropping my trousers, I sat on the toilet to relieve myself.

This was one of those times when wearing trousers was more convenient than wearing a dress and hoop skirt. Once I finished my business, I was ready to pull up my trousers and get back to work.

That's when it happened.

That's when I saw it.

A small, reddish stain on the nether region of my brown trousers.

Oh no.

No.

No, no, no, nononono !

No! No! No!

Why now?

Well, that nasty inner voice in the back of my mind retorted, that explains everything so far today.

My sore back, waking up late, feeling sluggish and extra emotional, craving for chocolate. It all made sense now but...

I frantically tried to think back to when was the last time this happened. Let's see...sometime shortly after I had returned back to London after the Egypt trip. But why wasn't this an issue then?

Because, my inner voice piped up again, you were home on a Sunday afternoon when it started.

Blast! What was I going to do now?

I went over my options.

Option 1: Try to endure the rest of the day and hope that no one would notice. I could even tie my tailcoat around my waist. It would definitely look odd and probably rouse suspicion but maybe it could work?

Yeah, right. If you bleed through your tailcoat too, then you're done for. Say goodbye to your job.

Couldn't that inner voice of mine shut up already! Why did it have to be so rational?

Option 2: Resign my job before I would be found out.

Definitely not happening. Not when I had been through so much for this job including leaving the country twice and risking my life multiple times. There was no way that I, Lilly Linton, ifrit extraordinaire, would let something like this get in the way of my independence.

Which left option 3: Ask Mr Ambrose if I could take my lunch break early to go home and change.

Just the idea made me want to disappear on the spot. It was embarrassing enough that this had to happen but having to involve my boss too? This made the situation more dreadful a hundred times over. But...

What other choice did I have? Unfortunately, this was the best option compared to the other two.

Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but to let out a loud sigh.

Remember what I said earlier about trousers being convenient? I take it all back. This was definitely one of those times when wearing trousers was definitely not convenient! If I was wearing a dress, then there may have been a chance that I could have held on a bit until lunch break. But there was no choice, I needed to go home immediately to change my trousers and retrieve that.

However, the bigger issue was how to convince Mr Ambrose to let me take my lunch break earlier. What to tell him?

Mr Ambrose, I'm feeling a bit ill and would like to take a break.

Great. That would give him the grounds to dismiss me for the day, possibly even sack me, especially after what happened earlier with the chocolate.

My younger sister, Ella, has food poisoning and I need to check on her.

Nope. Mr Ambrose would be moved to sympathy as much as a mountain could budge.

My aunt has arranged a meeting with a prospective suitor for me this afternoon.

Not convincing in the slightest considering that Mr Ambrose knew that I would do anything to avoid the topic of marriage. Especially when it involved me.

Drat! What could I say?

Unbidden, another thought popped into my head.

Why not just tell him the truth?

What? As if that would ever work!

Not to mention, a woman's....time was a taboo topic. Despite my mother's early death and limited knowledge provided by my aunt, even I knew that was something proper ladies did not discuss with gentlemen in society. It was highly inappropriate.

But then again, since when were you a proper lady?

Good point. It's not like Mr Ambrose was a gentleman either by any means.

Still, the main issue was that would Mr Ambrose be understanding even if I told him the truth?

I doubted that someone like him even knew something like that about females anyway, given that he most likely came out of a giant boulder. It was impossible to imagine him with a mother, let alone two human parents.

Enough stalling, Lilly! It's now or never.

Five minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom after working up enough courage. Mr Ambrose was still flipping through the same file, not having moved from his position.

Standing in front of his desk, I cleared my throat. No response.

I tried to get his attention again. 'Mr Ambrose?'

'What is it, Mr Linton?' His eyes never left the file.

'Er, I was wondering if...I could take my lunch break now?'

Damn! Why did my voice sound so weak?

His hand paused, right in the middle of flipping a page. Slowly, ever so slowly, he raised his eyes to meet mine.

I swallowed.

'What did you say?' His voice was deceptively calm.

'Could I take my lunch break now?'

If his stare was cold before, it was frosty now.

'Mr Linton, did I or did I not mention earlier that there is a designated thirty minute break for all employees?'

'Um, you did, sir.' I looked down at the stone floor. For some reason, it was particularly interesting.

'So why are you asking me this?' He reached to grab another file from one of the piles on his table.

'Well,' I bit my lip. 'I had another accident.'

Silence.

I risked a glance upwards. He seemed frozen, his hand still holding onto the file, save for the narrowing of his eyes by 0.000013 of a millimetre.

'By any chance,' he finally ground out, 'is this "accident" of yours similar to what happened earlier?'

'No.'

'No?'

'No.' I repeated, my throat dry. Why was this so hard? 'A worse accident. Much, much worse.'

He cocked his head. 'How so?'

'It involves my identity.'

Based on his expression, he knew what I was referring to. While I was his personal secretary during working hours, it was as Mr Victor Linton, not as my true self, Miss Lillian Linton.

A female.

'Mr Linton.' His voice was soft. Too soft. Like the momentary stillness before a hurricane. 'What. Did. You. Do?'

'I- I didn't do anything!' Why the heck was I stuttering? 'Well, not yet anyway.'

'Yet?'

It was both impressive and a bit unnerving how ominous he made just one word sound. I felt like a mouse that had been cornered by a tiger.

'What is going on?' He demanded, eyes flashing. 'Tell me!'

I bit my lip and his eyes zeroed in on the action, following my every movement.

'I'm not sure how to bring this up since you haven't been out in society much but have you heard about a woman's time?'

'A woman's time for what?'

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. This really wasn't going to be easy, was it? 'There comes a time when a girl matures into a woman. Her body undergoes some physical changes and afterwards, every once in a while, she...'

Plop.

My voice trailed off when his hand let go of the file he was holding onto and it dropped back onto the table.

His mouth was now slightly ajar and his eyes were cast downwards, scanning the contents of his desk.

'Oh.' His voice didn't sound as collected as before.

'Yes.'

So he did know about it after all. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised as I was, given what he repeated about time and knowledge and all that. But still, considering this was Mr Ambrose...

'What do you expect me to do about that?'

'Huh?'

'Don't you females usually do something to deal with it?'

'Well...yes, but—'

'So do what you need to do. Stop wasting my time already.'

'That's the issue, sir.' I snapped at him, too annoyed to focus on the fact that he had acknowledged my gender. 'I need to go home and change. That's why I asked if I could take my lunch break now.'

'Why do you need to go home? Can't you do it here?'

I nearly choked. That hardheaded, miserly head of his was really made of stone!

'I don't have any extra clothes here and what I use to take care of it is also at home too.'

He just stared at me.

I shrugged. 'I mean, I suppose I can wait until later to take my break. You'll have to risk my true identity being exposed once your workers see me bleeding all over the—'

'Mr Linton!'

Oh my. Was it just me or were his ears now tinged a bit red?

Pressing my palms into the table, I leaned forward. 'Or you could let me go home now and get this taken care of so I can get back to work sooner.'

He leaned forward as well, sea-coloured eyes clashing with hazel ones.

'Indeed, Mr Linton?' I felt his breath on my lips.

I arched an eyebrow. 'Indeed, Mr Ambrose.'

'Very well then.' He straightened back into his chair and picked up the file he dropped.

'W-What?' I blinked.

'You may take your lunch break now.'

'Really?' I stared at him in shock.

I couldn't believe it had actually worked! This was Mr Ambrose we were talking about here. I had half expected him to tell me something ridiculous along the lines of controlling my body's functions and to stop bleeding. It wouldn't have been the first time he had said something like that anyway.

'I don't like to repeat myself. Go now.'

My face broke out into a broad smile. 'Yes, sir!'

'Also, see to it that this doesn't happen again.' His stare was disapproving.

'You mean taking an early lunch break? Or are you referring to my other problem? Because I don't know how to break this to you but—'

'The clock is ticking, Mr Linton.'

'Yes, sir!' I gave a salute and left his office.

— — —

It's surprising really, what one can accomplish during a time of emergency. If you were to ask me how I was able to go back home, change my clothes and even eat an early lunch on my way back to Empire house all within the span of thirty minutes, I would tell you that I had no idea it was at all possible until today.

Maybe it was possibly due to luck? That certainly seemed to play a factor as the only people home were my uncle, locked up in his study as usual, and Leadfield, cleaning out the attic. It was a good thing too, since I hadn't bothered to change back into a dress in the garden shed before climbing through my bedroom window.

I was able to obtain some linen rags designated for times like these (part of the wonderful experience of being a female) and changed into another pair of my uncle's old trousers. I even packed extra rags in my briefcase, something I probably should have done in the first place. But eh, better late than never, I suppose.

Since I had five minutes to spare on my return back to Empire House, I was able to buy a sandwich and eat it on the way. I was starting to understand the concept of efficiency, especially after working for Mr Ambrose. Huh, it might not actually be all that bad.

Thankfully, the rest of work passed by uneventfully. Once I returned to my office, I saw that Mr Ambrose had shut the door to his own once again. He still could tell that I had returned though, for I had just sat down at my desk when I was pelted with more tasks to complete for the rest of the day, including retrieving more files. But I was determined to work even harder to make up for this morning.

By the time I took a look at my pocket watch, it was already dark outside. Eight o'clock on the dot.

Packing up my things, I was ready to leave when the door to Mr Ambrose's office opened, revealing his tall, dark figure in the doorway.

'Would you step into my office for a moment, Mr Linton?'

'Why?'

'I have something I wish to discuss with you.'

'You can discuss it here.'

'I can, But I would prefer not to.'

'I would prefer to.'

'You do not get to decide, Mr Linton. My office, now. Close the door behind you.'

I reluctantly followed him, shutting the door behind me. He sat back down in his chair, his posture ramrod straight with crossed arms.

'In regards to the matter earlier today...' He began in a low voice.

'Yes?' Did I take more than thirty minutes to return? Were there more mistakes I had made after my break?

'Are you sure that you're fit to work?'

'What?'

'Are you fit to work with your current state?'

Was he being serious right now? Judging by the expression on his face (or lack thereof), I had to say that he was.

'Why wouldn't I be?'

'Given what has transpired earlier today, I have reason to believe so, Mr Linton.'

A spark of anger flared within me. 'Mr Ambrose, besides the two incidents that happened before my break, did I give you any other reason to believe otherwise?'

'Well, no.' He had the nerve to sound reluctant!

'Then yes, I am plenty fit to work.' I glared at him. 'Mr Ambrose, just because of I'm losing a bit of blood does not mean that I am incapacitated.'

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

'Furthermore, I am not weak. Women are not weak. We have been dealing with this since the beginning of time and haven't let it get in the way of doing what needs to be done.'

'I never said that you were weak, Mr Linton.'

'Then what are you trying to say?'

'I...' Something flashed in his eyes so quickly before I completely identify it. Concern?

'Nothing, Mr Linton.' That granite mask of his was back in place. 'You are dismissed for the day.'

I turned to leave but then paused.

'Thank you.'

He looked up from the papers in front of him.

'For what?'

'For letting me take my break early today.'

For being more understanding than I expected you to be.

Our eyes met for a fathomless moment. He nodded once.

You're welcome.

I gave him a small smile. Spinning on my heel, I left his office, feeling his eyes trail behind my retreating figure the entire time.

I guess that today may not have been a completely bad day after all.

— — —

Wow, that was a pretty long read. Kudos if you made it to the end. This was just my take on periods if they ever came up in the SnS world. I’m kinda sad that it never did considering this was a series about women’s rights and numerous other “taboo” topics in the Victorian era have been brought up in the books such as bathroom habits, “amorous congress” and “protection” for said congress. Oh well. I was able to articles to find 2 articles that I used for reference to write this. I’ll share them in a reblog since my post wont show in the tags due to the links. There’s not much known about periods in the Victorian Era since it was a “taboo” subject but there are some tidbits here and there that I was able to base this off of.

#storm and silence #in the eye of the storm #lilly linton #rikkard ambrose #fanfiction #oneshot #kinda a prompt but not really #repost since it didnt show up in the tags the first time #stuffartsy #knowledgeispoweristimeismoney

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bxthharmon · 5 years ago

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. XIII || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words:2715

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: abuse / being a fugitive???

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: In a desperate attempt to sort everything out, Y/N finds herself in the ones place she least expected to be

A/N: ok ok ok i promise im writing my requests oops anyway love yall send more requests cuz im always bored. Also, yall dont understand how sad i am that this is ending :( BUT started writing another series so lemme know if u wanna get tagged in that <3

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

“John B, what are we doing at the police station?” JJ asked, breaking the stuffy silence that was consuming the vehicle.

“Somebody’s gotta tell them what happened.” He justified.

“Need me to come in, like, as a witness?” you asked. He shook his head.

The heavy quiet was broken by Pope, coughing like he’d inhaled chili powder. “Easy there, chief.” JJ reprimanded, and you took the blunt away from your friend. “Alright,” JJ leaned through to John B, “I’m just gonna be real with you right now,” You watched his red cap, “You might end up in the lion’s den, but you don’t go there on purpose. It’s fundamental, just like my old man always told me, you should never, ever trust cops. No matter what the circumstance is.”

“Your old man’s an abusive liar.” Kie countered.

“I agree with JJ.” Pope spoke, and you frowned, holding back the giggle in your lips as he continued, “Fuck the police.”

“You going to the dark side now?” Kie snarked.

“When was the last time the police ever helped us?” He countered.

“Peterkin looked out for me, alright?” John B interrupted, “Or tried to, at least.”

There was a moment of thick quiet before he continued.

“They need to know.”

He looked around, none of you willing to argue as he got out of the car and entered the station. You looked over to JJ, who was determinedly ignoring your stare. You wondered what the fuck was going on because last time you checked, you had been on good terms with him. You sighed, looking out the window and waiting impatiently for John B to return so that the awkward silence would end. You took a hit from the blunt you’d taken from Pope, letting the smoke swirl around in your lungs before gently blowing it out, ignoring the frustrated looks you got from the other three.

Next thing you knew, everyone was shouting and the car was accelerating, the officer trying to open the car door discarded as the shocking adrenaline rush took ahold of the speeding car. Eyes wide, you took another hit from the blunt.

“Good news for residents of the Outer Banks, Dominion Power says their underwater transmission line, which will restore power to 95% of the area, should be functional within 24 hours.”

Sirens passed, but in the hazy atmosphere of the car, no one moved, other than to make sure the car didn’t turn. Pope and Kie sat in the front, JJ and John B to your right, seats reclined as you all attempted whatever kind of rest was possible on the worried heat of the day.

“And still no arrest for the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from-”

Kie clicked the radio off, glancing over at the three of you in the back.

“Let’s game this out.” JJ suggested, “Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but… who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So the accuser is a big shot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused…” he looked over to his friend, “is John B, who is pretty much a homeless 16-year-old boy at the moment.”

“Thanks.” came the hoarse voice of the boy across from you.

“Shit.” you muttered, running a hand over your face and sitting up straight for the first time in hours. You twisted so that your back was leaning on the back oh Kie’s seat, and you were facing the three boys.

“Okay, man, Yucatan, alright?” JJ said, swiftly avoiding your arm as you stretched, “I’m saying, that’s the only option, what other option do you have?”

“Enough with the Mexico bullshit.” John B shook his head. “Sarah’s gonna bail me out.”

“She did witness the whole thing.” Kie pointed out.

“So did I?” you reminded, “So what? She’s gonna snitch on her brother for her dick appointment of the week? No offence, bro.”

“It’s not happening.” JJ reiterated, “We’ve gotta get you off the island.”

“The ferry.” Pope said, “It’s the only way.”

“Exit stage left while you still can.” JJ added. “Before the entire island is on lockdown.”

“Get down.” You reminded him softly, and you all ducked. You reached for JJ’s hand, but his simple gesture of pulling it away made you feel embarrassed, unsure of whatever was going on between you. You turned away from him, looking out the window again.

“Sarah’s not a pogue, John B.” Pope reminded.

“Yeah, you can’t stay here, man.”

“Let’s go then.” You muttered, and Pope pulled out, driving carefully to the docks. They were crowded, and you got out before anyone could argue, thankful for even two minutes out of the suffocating atmosphere. You walked to the sign, reading the notice about the ferry closure and ripping the wanted poster off its staples. You walked back to the car, reading it as you reached the vehicle, then passing it through Pope’s window and shaking your head solemnly. You got in next to JJ as they passed the paper around, JJ making a joke.

“Okay, so the whole island’s looking for John B right now.” Pope said.

“Well at least you know how much you’re worth.” You joked, receiving a frustrated look from Kie.

“Congratulations, John B,” JJ smirked, “you’re famous.”

“We gotta get to the HMS. We need small, no running lights-” kie began to reason, but John B cut her off.

“It’s at the Chateau, Kie.”

“And I wonder if the cops have got the entire place staked out.” JJ said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Let me think. Yeah, no, they definitely have that place locked down.”

“Hey Jay?” you nudged him, an idea forming, “Like, a couple of weeks ago, you mentioned your dad’s boat? The Ghost? Spectre?”

“The Phantom!” JJ and Pope caught on.

“He still got it?” Pope asked.

“Maybe.”

“You could get that right up the coast, no problem.” Pope said.

Bickering followed, and then the sudden realisation that Pope’s car was on the poster. Suddenly, someone was hitting the window and the car wasn’t starting and everyone was shouting. The car lurched forwards, straight into another car, and then took off, driving away as people watched, shocked.

The car sped forwards, crashing around as you all shouted for Pope to stop, his high ass was definitely not fit for driving.

“JB,” you shouted over everyone, “you need to get out.”

Pope braked, all of you thrust forwards with the force of it, and you found yourself pushing John B out of the car while JJ shouted instructions at him.

The two field tents were massive, rows of chairs on either side as swarms of people worked, talked, and typed. You wandered around for a minute or so, watching the officers interact, always being pushed back when you tried to talk to anyone. You could feel the eyes of the security team burning into you as you looked for Shoupe. Eventually, you saw him, talking to a taller man in an SBI windbreaker. You walked towards them slowly, finalising your plan in your head.

Shoupe saw you, and stepped aside from the conversation so that he was facing you, the agent turning as well, a frown forming as he took in your scruffy attire and the faint smell of JJ’s weed that was clinging to your clothes. You looked between them, “Uh, Officer Shoupe, I have some info.” You greeted.

“Who are you?” The agent interrupted, looking you over again.

“Um, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I know John B.” you clarified, and he nodded.

“What have you got for us?” he asked, and you breathed in, and out, pinching yourself slightly.

“I saw everything on the airstrip.”

The SBI agent introduced himself as Bratcher, then they sat you down in one of the tents, letting you explain what you saw, uninterrupted, and asking questions when they saw fit. They told you that your account, while plausible, was a hard one to argue, especially against Ward Cameron, unless you had a second account to back it up.

Sarah Cameron, you thought. Talk to Sarah.

After taking your statement, they left you to sit in the field tent, shivering in the cold breeze and no coat, watching them call your dad, listening out for any relevant information you could gather.

You could feel their eyes on you, discussing what to do with the information you had for them. An officer, you couldn’t remember her name, had draped a jacket over your shoulders at some point, then led you away while the SBI agent gave a briefing.

You waited at the end of the tent, looking for anything to cease your worry and boredom.

Then you saw her. She looked as lost as you had, trying to work out who to talk to, just like you had a few hours ago. You stepped towards her.

“Sarah?” she turned to you, going to hug you, but an armed officer stepped between you, pulling you apart. “No, she’s my friend!” you struggled towards her, another officer holding her away from you, both of you shouting.

“What’s happening?” Bratcher asked, all of you stopped struggling.

“This is Sarah Cameron,” you explained, “she was there, like I said.”

He looked between you, and nodded, asking her if she was able to make a statement. They took her away, sitting her down at the other end of the tent, letting her talk. You saw Ward approaching.

“Y/N?” he frowned, and you raised your eyebrows.

“How do you know who I am?”

“Sarah’s mentioned you.” he looked around, “have you seen her?”

“Oh, is she no longer locked away in her room?” He tensed, confusion and anger contorting his features.

“How do you know about that?”

“Can’t say.” You said, “Not a great parenting strategy, just saying.”

He leapt forwards, a madness in his eyes that you’d never seen before. He grabbed you by the throat, screaming in your face while you clawed at his grip. Within seconds, other bodies were pulling him away. Your panic subsided, and you looked at Bratcher. You could use the situation to your advantage.

“See what I mean?” you yelled, pointing at him as you faced Bratcher, “He’s crazy! I told you, he attacked Big John, he’s the reason this is all happening!”

Bratcher sighed, signalling for his men to take away the older man. “I have to say, Miss Y/L/N, your story is making more sense. Two stories matching perfectly, his temper. But we talked to your father, you’re free to go, we’re almost done with Sarah.”

“What’s going to happen to John B?”

He sighed, “We’ve gotta bring him in, you understand that.”

You nodded, “I hope I shed some truth to the situation.”

You walked away, leaving the jacket on a chair as you passed, sending a reassuring smile to Sarah on your way out, you wandered the streets, finding your way to JJ’s house.

By some kind of miracle, you arrived at the same time as Kie and JJ. He was getting out of the car when he noticed you, and instead of making any move to hug you as normal, he froze.

“Look, JJ,” you sighed. “Why are you mad at me?”

You stood opposite him in his front yard, staring at the way he sighed, an odd mix of relief and defeat adorning his features. “I saw some texts, from Tyler.”

You nodded slowly. “I rejected him, if that’s what upset you. Since I met you, no guys have been the same, you know?”

His eyes pulled in slightly, as if realising that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t one-sided. “Did you sleep with him?”

“Yeah.” you glanced at the floor, “I don’t really know why. Things were weird between us and I just - I missed my old life. But it was like, the confirmation I needed.”

“What do you mean?”

“I love you.”

His jaw dropped slightly in shock, running you words over in his head, working out whether you were genuine. You began to step back, and before you could think about what had just happened, he was kissing you.

It was urgent, emotive, full of everything that you couldn’t put into words. You broke apart, still slightly shocked at the confession. You looked at his front door.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

He looked to Kie, who was pretending she hadn’t watched, and nodded apprehensively, slipping a hand into yours and leading you to the door. He opened it, leading you through into the mess. You stepped over shoes and bottles as he led you in, calling out for his dad.

You ventured into the living room, seeing his dad passed out on the sofa, a half empty bottle of something on the table next to him. “Dad, I need the keys to the Phantom.” a snore sounded, “Dad?”

You looked down, noticing the sleeping pills and picking them up, showing the bottle to the blond boy next to you. Watching him, you could practically feel the hurt resonating off him, masked by his strong resolution as he looked back at his dad. Noticing the chain around his neck, between you you found a pencil and pin to get the keys with.

You stood a couple of feet behind him as he knelt down, preparing himself.

“Well, I didn’t expect to see you.”

The voice was a murmur, almost soft, and your heart was beating in your throat. You knew what he was capable of.

“You’re back.”

This time, Luke had more clarity in his voice, and was more awake. He hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Just checkin’ in.” JJ said, backing away as the older man sat up, taking a swig from a beer bottle.

“School out already?”

“What?” JJ frowned.

“Did you ditch? It’s alright, you can tell me.”

JJ nodded slowly, “Yeah. I hit the break, you know?”

“I hated school too. My boy!” Luke chuckled. You felt intrusive, like you were standing in on a moment that wasn’t yours to see. But the moment felt intimate, hitting you where it hurt as your eyes went glassy. “You know what? Listen, hey.” he stood shakily, “Hey, look, I know I’m hard on you sometimes.” JJ hummed, fear mixing into his pain, “But sometimes I - I see your mother in you, and it gets me a little tweaked, you know?”

You wiped a tear away, the scene before you hurting more than you would like to admit. The man looked at you, and you could see JJ’s shoulders tense.

“You got a girl?” he didn’t look away from you.

“Uh, yeah, Y/N.” JJ looked over at you, worry seeping into his eyes.

“You treat my boy better than I could, okay?” You nodded slowly, more tears slipping down your face.

“Of course.” your voice broke slightly, “I love him.”

“Me too.” His head turned back to his son, “I love you, son.” He pulled JJ in, “Come here, I love you. I love you, son. I love you.”

More than anything, you wanted to call him out. Tell him that if that was true, then he wouldn’t hurt JJ like he did. But whatever this moment was, it wasn’t the right one to do so.

You could hear JJ sniffling, letting his hands find their way onto his father’s back. When he spoke, he sounded like he wanted to be stronger than he felt, his voice thick, pained, struggling. “Love you too, Dad. I’m sorry.”

“Ain’t got nothing to be sorry for.” His father muttered, the sleeping pills pulling him back out of consciousness, slowly as ever. JJ helped him down onto the sofa. “You’re a good boy.” came the murmur.

JJ let out a shaky breath, not sparing you a glance as he pulled the chain from his father’s neck and stepped away. He looked back at you, almost embarrassed to have let you see him in such a vulnerable state. He turned to leave, your voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

“JJ, you don’t always have to be strong, you know that, right?”

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