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bunnyluvx · 7 months ago

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the arcana characters and their favorite ways to spend time with you! ♡

featuring: the romanceable cast of the arcana minus lucio x gn!reader.

summary: the cast and their favorite ways to spend time with you!! <3

warnings: brief death mention in portia's part. nothing else! <3

a/n: WOWIEEE HAIII EVERYONE!! i just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who loved on my last post. it was really scary for me to make that, but i did it and all of the interaction means the complete world!!!! i know that this is a very different fandom than the last post so i don't know how many people will see this but to any readers, i hope that you enjoy this!!! i worked super hard and got a bit tired towards the end so i hope you can forgive me if it isn't as detailed eyfvibu i wanted to do more but mannnn i am so tired. i didn't write lucio, as i will not be writing any lucio content on my page at all. mentions of him for story reasons and maybe if i ever write a fanfic, he'll probably show up but other than that, i will not be making any content of him at all. i am a proud lucio hater so if you want lucio content please go somewhere else. i just finished asra's route today, i got the upright ending and AAAAAAAAAA?????? I LOVE THEM SMMM SYFVIUBIOE!!!! asra is literally such a cutie patootie and i am so in love with him. i cannot deal with it. i have done muriel and julian's routes too, both with the result of the upright ending, and i plan to do nadia's next!!!! very excited and nervous to see what happens. nadia and portia may be a bit ooc, so apologies for that. i have yet to do their routes so i have yet to see their characters in action. very mildly proofread, so please forgive any errors. character banners were edited together by me! any and all requests/ideas for my next post are appreciated! i don't think i have anything else to mention so enjoy!!!!!!

divider credit: @isisjupiter

date started: 7:46PM, april 11th, 2024. date finished: 2:07AM, april 22nd, 2024.

wc: 3.9k

asra ♡ traveling.

i really struggled to find something for asra that suited, because they would honestly enjoy doing anything with you. it doesn't matter where you are or what time of day it is, as long as he has you by his side, then he's happy. and that is super evident in their route. and having just finished asra's route, i have been thinking; we all know that asra does a lot of traveling. and we all know that during those times, asra misses you terribly. they don't like being away from you for a long time, and as we go through asra's route, having all of these adventures and seeing so many new and cool places, we can see just how happy asra is to have you at their side. the joy shines through the screen, and i can feel just how happy he is to have you with him wherever you are. ergo, their favorite thing to do with you is to travel.

when the two of you started to travel together, asra was a bit nervous. he didn't know what to expect when you agreed to travel together without a destination in mind, and he was worried that somehow, some way, something would happen to you. what if you got kidnapped? what if you got hurt? what if you got sick? all sorts of thoughts were running through asra's head, but the more that they watched you grow and allowed you to take chances, the more that they realized that you would be okay. yes, any of those things could happen, but he is right there if you need him. they know that they will always be by your side to help you through any challenge, and care for you however you need it.

however, as the travels go on, he is reminded everyday that you are a strong, capable individual. they knew that before, of course, but seeing you solve all of the riddles and puzzles put in front of you, helping so many people and growing so much made it hit them like a truck. he was always too afraid to allow you to take chances before, in fear that you would get hurt. but they learned that if you didn't take chances, that you wouldn't grow. and the last thing that he wants is to stop you from being the best version of you that you can be.

so, they let you off of the leash. and just like a bird taking flight, you soared and took everything that came at you by storm. he watched you as you became braver, smarter, kinder and stronger. they always expected for you to be great, and they always had faith in you. he just needed to learn that in order to achieve that greatness, that he needed to let you do some things on your own. they needed to let you make your own mistakes and win your own battles, so that you could learn. and it was one of the best decisions that he's ever made. watching you become more independent and confident within yourself is one of the best feelings that they could ever be blessed to have. he feels so grateful that he is the person that you choose every single day, and no matter what, he will always choose you.

julian ♡ dancing.

at heart, julian is a romantic. almost every cliche romantic thing that you can think of, you have done with julian. picnics. karaoke, aquariums, painting classes, shopping, craft nights, not to mention all of the crazy adventures that you guys would get into together. every day, he wants to remind you why you fell for him, and in his opinion, keeping things lively is the best way to do that! above all, though, julian's favorite thing to do with you is to dance. he knew that you were a prodigy at dancing after the masquerade, but one night changes everything.

the two of you had actually taken dancing classes before this. you were actually the one who suggested it, and after teasingly accusing you of thinking that the two of you are horrible dancers, he agreed. he honestly didn't think that he could be more in love with you after that. you two went to the class, and julian could hardly ever tear his eyes off of you. the way that you moved was so naturally graceful, as if you had been a dancer your whole life. he most definitely showered you in attention and love after the class was over, and he knew that he had to arrange for the two of you to dance together more often.

oh but that night was not the night that he realized that this was his favorite thing to do with you, no no no no no. the night that he realized that dancing was his favorite activity to do with you was a night like many others; dinner at portia's. it was you, julian, portia and nadia, and you all decided to eat outside so that you could watch the stars. portia went into the cottage to check on the food, with nadia following close behind her, and julian figured that it was the perfect time to steal a sweet moment with you. so, he stood from his seat and knelt to one knee before you. with one hand on his chest and the other extended to you, he asked, "will you have this dance with me, my dear?"

you giggled and told him that there wasn't any music playing. what could you possibly dance to? oh how sweet you are. a chuckle symphonized from his chest, and he responded with, "oh my dear, we do have music." a gloved hand took yours and placed it over his heart, "right here." oh my gods, this absolute cheeseball. you playfully shoved his chest, moving backwards under the force but not falling onto his butt. he swiftly leans forward and takes the hand that shoved him, pulling you to your feet as he stood. one pair of hands intertwined while the others lay on your waist on his shoulder. you two started to sway together, as if you were in the masquerade. yes, you did technically dance at the masquerade, but julian wanted a more intimate experience. you didn't get to have a romantic ballroom dance thanks to the one we do not speak, and julian finds that absolutely outrageous!

your bodies glide beautifully amongst the grass and bushes, you take turns spinning each other around and laughing throughout. fireflies spring from the greenery wherever you set your feet, giving your figures a tender glow that julian found absolutely enchanting on you. after spinning through almost all of portia's front lawn, you find yourselves right back at group sitting spot. his arms have encircled your waist, keeping you close to him as your arms encircle his neck carefully. there are no long strides in this dance, no dramatic flair; just you and him rocking back and forth. his eyes stare into yours and his lips are curved into an adoring smile, as if by looking into your eyes, he could pour all of his love from him to you just through eye contact.

you mutter his name, he mutters yours, you lean in, and..portia pipes up. both her and nadia hold two bowls of soup, hot and ready. portia is mischievously smirking at the two of you while nadia admires your connection. julian tries to usher them away so that he can have more alone time with you, but you're quick to shut him down. begrudgingly, julian did, but all he could think about for the rest of the night was how beautiful you were dancing with him. your laughter singing into the air, the smile on your face, your gaze carving through the very core of his being. somehow, he was able to stay focused on the conversations that occurred that evening, but everyone, including you, could tell that he was going to be hung up on tonight for the next several weeks. when you got home, he was sure to steal a kiss from you later, and another dance.

nadia ♡ fashion shows.

ah, our beloved countess. at first, i planned on giving her shopping, seeing as her love language is gift giving, she would love to spoil the crap out of you with anything that you even glanced out. however, i wasn't happy with that idea. my boyfriend was actually the one who came up with the idea of fashion shows (hi vinny honey, i love you <3). he is such a freaking genius for this one bc OH MY GOSH YES. nadia has such beautiful taste in clothing, so she would absolutely love to host little fashion shows with you. she does like to share her clothes with her friends, but with you, it's special.

the original thought was you trying on nadia's clothes, and nadia trying on your clothes. nadia would feel like she is falling in love with you all over again if you tried on her clothes. all of the fabric would embrace you in such a perfect way, accentuating all of the things that she loves the most about you. gosh she would just be so head over heels,, she would clap every time you would walk out to show her what you chose, or what she selected for you because she just wanted to see you in it so bad. this woman is literally your number one supporter, she thinks that you are absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in everything that you choose to try on and cannot get enough of you in her clothes. she will shower you in compliments and praise of just how celestial you look, and it makes you super duper flustered because she just flatters you so much.

she also gets really shy when she tries on your clothes. all of her life, she has had the most expensive, well-made, stunning clothes that anyone could ever dream of. so, trying on clothes that do not fit under those categories is new to her. while she isn't used to not wearing the most lavish clothes to be found, she likes your sense of style and is always excited when you ask her to try on an ensemble of yours. what she worries about is what you think. she frets that you think it won't look good on her, if that isn't the farthest thing from the truth. when she walks out to you, you are in absolute awe of how beautiful she is. you already think that she can't get any prettier when she wears other outfits, but now this???? her in your clothes???? oh lord almighty you must be SAVED bc this woman has swept you off of your feet. she asks you what you think, and all you can do is walk up to her and smooch the ever-loving life out of her. you just love each other so much!!!!!

BUT WAIT, I'M NOT DONE. I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS.

when your group of friends have sleepovers at the palace, or when you all go out shopping together, it is unavoidable that you all will be having a fashion show where you all show off the clothes that you bought. nadia loves these so much because she gets to watch her friends all enjoy themselves and feel confident in their clothes, especially if she was the one who bought them. but with you, they just feel so different. to her, it is an intimate experience of being able to share your joy with one another. something that you value in your relationship with nadia is self-esteem, both yours and hers. not only do you both want to make each other feel good. but you also want to feel good within yourself. and nadia thinks that fashion shows are an important part of that. clothes are part of how one may express themselves and their identity, and that is something that nadia treasures. so, if showing off the clothes that you got is going to make you feel good about yourself, then she wants to be there to watch you. there is nothing more important to her than your happiness, and if going through outfit by outfit is what will make you happy, then so be it.

admittedly, she..also really likes to show you the new clothes she gets. when you first started dating, she was a bit nervous about it. she knew that you knew of her riches and lifestyle; it was lavish, and she only got the best of the best. she's the countess for crying out loud, so of course you knew that she was going to have everything that she wanted at her feet, even if it meant something that took literal years to find. but there was part of her that worried that you would see her money and think differently of her. she feared that you would judge her person based on her money, instead of the woman you fell in love with. when she told you this, you automatically reassured her that you wouldn't think differently of her at all. you would love her regardless of the amount of money she has, you told her. and this put her heart at ease, so she progressively became more comfortable showing off her wardrobe when you hosted your shows to each other. now, she doesn't hesitate to declare a fashion show after a shopping spree so that she can show you the lovely things that she got for herself. and every single time that you have one, you cannot believe that that is your girlfriend. you are just the luckiest person in the whole world to have someone like her, and she feels infinitely more lucky to have you.

portia ♡ watching the sunset.

this kind of feels like a given to me. portia is always talking about how she wants to sail the world and explore, both in the actual routes and in heart hunter. so sitting on the docks with you, watching the sun disappear behind the sea and talking about your dreams??? oh heck yes, count her in. she is really tired when she isn't working, so usually she spends her time trying to rest up and take care of things around her cottage. however, she wants to spend all of the time that she can with you. so, the two of you go on all sorts of lovely dates! shopping in the marketplace, teaching her about new herbs in the shop, seeing the new shows in the theater and heckling julian, all sorts of stuff!!!!! but portia's all time favorite part of your days together is when you go to the docks, take off your shoes, sit on the edge and talk while watching the sunset together.

portia has so many dreams, and so many things that she wants to do in her life. and she loves to tell you about all of them. she spends hours just ranting to you about all of the things that she wants to do, the places that she wants to see, the types of adventures that she wants to go on, and of course they all include you being there with her. oh gods you love listening to her,, every single word that she speaks are words that you carve into the stones of your memories. listening to her talk about her dreams is like watching the sun shine. greenery smiles under the glorious warmth and embraces her glimmer gratefully, her passion burns brightly and she is the most beautiful being in any realm to ever exist. she has no time to wonder if she's talking too much because she is far too focused on being with you, and loving every single moment of it. you truly hope that you are able to go on all of the adventures that she wants, so that you can experience every ounce of the world with her, until it all falls apart.

of course, she loves to listen to you. the time that you two spend at the docks is time to talk about anything that comes to mind, and she cannot help but adore you as you pour your heart out to her. when you speak of all of the things that you want to do before your time in this realm comes to a close, she watches and listens very intently. your voice to her is like a river, running smoothly through the canals of her mind and soothing the battering howl of her heart. her eyes twinkle with adoration as her elbow rests on her knee, her face leaning against her hand as she stares at you. everything that you tell her only makes her more excited for your future, because in your future, you include her. and that is all that she could ever truly want. you both truly love to listen to each other talk, not even just about your dreams, but about anything. even if it's something as small as dinner options or something that you saw at the market that you liked, you both love to hear anything and everything from each other. can you tell that the two of you are head over heels in love??

the first time that you sat at the docks together was a magical moment that portia will never forget. you two had just spent an amazing day together, and you wanted to rest by somewhere pretty before heading back home. so, portia suggested the docks to watch the sunset. you agreed, then took your shoes off and sat down. you conversed for hours, laughing and teasing each other. it is so obvious that you both are the other's favorite person to be around to everyone around you, you are both so comfortable with each other in the purest, most loving way. portia had taken her hair down, long curly locks of red flowing carefully down her back. as the sun caressed the ocean for a farewell kiss, the light made her look like she was a celestial being. freckled, pale skin bathes in orange, your own skin making you look just as radiant as she. you locked eyes with her, and all you could think about is just how much you love her. and her you, for she thought in that moment, that you were the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. she thinks that all of the time, but everything about that time was too perfect. your hands cupped her cheek, and her hands held your arms as you exchanged a beautifully passionate kiss. all of her love dumped into it as did yours, and it is something that portia will always remember. you two go to the docks a lot more to watch the sunset, and exchange plenty more kisses worth treasuring for the rest of your lives.

muriel ♡ nature walks.

OHHHHHH MURIEL!!! MY SHMOOPY POOPY DOOPY BEAR!! i love this man with all of my heart,, no one understands my love for him syufigubine. i didn't even have to think about this one, because i KNEW for a fact this our sweet boy would absolutely LOVE to go on nature walks with you. he isn't much of a people-person, so he doesn't really like going anywhere that crowds gather. which, in vesuvia, is a pretty hard thing to do, considering the fact that people are almost always out, doing something. so muriel doesn't like going anywhere where people are. the time that he spends with you is meant for you and you alone, not to be spent around a crap ton of strangers that push and shove and cram him into tight spaces. so anytime alone with you is time that he greatly cherishes. you had been wanting to find an activity that both you and muriel love doing that wouldn't make muriel anxious or uncomfortable, so you came up with the idea of nature walks.

when you brought it up to muriel, he accepted it right away. he would get to be around nature and spend time with you? that's all he ever really needs, honestly. he has been through the forest time and time again, he knows every crevice of it like the lines on his palms, yet when you went on your first nature walk together, everything about the forest seemed to change. the colors were brighter, the plants smelt richer, heck even the animals were out and about more when you two went out together. he didn't understand why, but it felt so much better being in the forest with you. you walked along and let the path take you wherever fate demanded. the sun peered through the leaves of the trees to allow life to breathe underneath it, the warmth of the day wrapping around you both like a blanket. he's gotten used to this forest after living in it for so many years, but with you, it felt like the most fascinating place to be.

he was a little worried because he figured that you would want to go out. not just to the forest, but to somewhere like the marketplace, the town square or even the rowdy raven. when he expressed his concerns, you reassured him that you didn't need to go out and do something. all you need is to be with him, and if this is the way that he is most comfortable spending time together, then so be it. you could walk all day, all night, for the rest of your lives in this forest together, as long as it meant that he was comfortable and happy. he smiled and thanked you for your reassurance, giving you a little kiss on the cheek before taking your hand and continuing your journey.

from that point forward, nature walks became a very regular part of your routine with muriel. it always starts with "wanna go on a walk?", and from that point forward, who knows what could happen. you two have found a lot of new things in that forest together. you've found lots of pretty flowers, greenery, rocks and animals that you didn't see before, new spots to relax in and even found little burrows and nests a couple of times!!! it's like a little adventure that isn't too far away from home, and muriel is more than happy to go on a walk at any time. it's almost always something new when the two of you go out together, and he thinks that that's what makes you so lovely. on most days, on his own, he wouldn't think twice about any of the things that you do. so, when you stop him to look at a pattern on a rock, or to admire a dandelion that you call a flower even though it's a weed, he takes his time to admire it with you, and he can't stop that sweet smile from curling onto his lips. seeing you in his favorite place is the most wonderful experience that he could ever ask for. he didn't believe that he was deserving of wonderful experiences before, but now that he has you, he wants to think differently.

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marvel-ous-m · 10 months ago

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A Hazy Shade of Winter

written for ‘hole’ wc: #404| rated: T | cw: General Depictions of Depression/Exhaustion/Burnout, Car Accident | tags: "first" meeting

A/N: Took a short break from writing due to the busiest month ever. I'm excited to be back- and is there any better way to get back into it than to do the @steddiemicrofic January prompt? (Hint: the answer is no, there isn't).

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It’s so late at night that some would consider it early. It’s snowing, dusting the roads in a thin sheet of white. Steve’s running on a lack of sleep totaling- he spares a glance at the clock on his dash, and, shit, could that be right? - just over 48 hours now. He doesn’t have a destination, content to just drive while an old Simon & Garfunkel tape keeps him company.

It’s dark outside. Steve is so, so tired. There’s enough snow that he can’t see the road conditions- he’s not sure where he even is.

…It’s the springtime of my life…

It feels a bit more like he’s in the Winter months of his life. He’s in his Senior year of high school, but he’s not worried about college or relationships- he’s alone and patrolling the town, petrified of monsters.

His foot presses down slightly on the gas, eager to feel something that can distract him from the permeating sadness.

He hits a pothole. The ice on the roads combined with the force of the impact sends his tires sliding across the road, the front of his car wrapping around the nearest tree.

…the sky is a hazy shade of winter…

His windshield is cracked open, and flurries fall onto the dashboard clock he was staring at only minutes ago.

…there’s a patch of snow on the ground…

Steve shuts the music off, then stares down at his shaking hands.

It’s almost three in the morning. It’s cold, it’s snowing, and Steve is sitting in the driver’s seat of his crashed car wearing pajamas. He’s alone.

Tires screech behind him. A car door opens, then closes. Boots crunch in the snow, knuckles knock on his driver’s side window. Steve opens the door and practically falls into the stranger’s arms.

“Fuck, dude. Are you okay?” Calloused hands pat his cheek and Steve looks up, greeting a somewhat-familiar face. “Harrington? What the hell happened?”

“Munson?” Steve’s words slur- which, he realizes, is probably not good.

“It’s okay, Steve. I’ve gotcha.” Eddie helps Steve away from the wreck, gets him settled in the passenger seat of his van, and mutters something about taking Steve back to his uncle’s house.

Steve’s inclined to trust him. He has kind eyes, soft features. He’s pretty, and from the flush of Eddie’s cheeks, Steve’s not entirely sure if he kept that observation to himself.

That’s okay, though. Eddie’s got him.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #steddie fic #em writes #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjanuary #steddie ficlet #pre steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson

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ghostofhyuck · 6 months ago

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Whispers of the Ocean

Merman! Huang Renjun x Human! Reader

Summary: The ocean is a dangerous place. Your grandmother said. You were obedient enough to follow her and at the same time, you were curious. You found yourself lured by the deep bodies of water, as if it’s been calling for you.

Word count: 4.2k

TW: Contains violence, and death. Read at your own risk.

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“The ocean is a dangerous place my dear,” your grandma said. Her soft arms wrapping around you who innocently stared at the blue waves crashing against the bay.

You looked up at her. She stood there firm as if her eyes weren’t red and swollen due to crying — you don't know why she was crying.

“That’s why you mustn't venture out there! It may look so majestic but I must warn you, danger is what awaits you there,”

It’s been decades since you last saw your grandma. As far as you know, she remained in her hometown. A small provincial island that could only be traveled by a boat — a reason why she couldn’t leave it. You barely recall why your grandma loathes the ocean, it was a long mystery to you that even your mother avoided as a topic.

You grew up in the city, away from the calm sea and the bodies of water. You weren’t allowed to swim at any beach of bodies of water unless it's a pool. You never got your answer about it, but perhaps it somehow connected to that faded memory of you and your grandma.

But things have changed, soon you learned that your grandma was ill. Forcing your mother to visit her mother again after years of living in the city. To ease her worries, you volunteered to accompany her.

“Just remember, don’t ever go near the ocean. I know that mama’s house is on the beach front, but please yn, I don’t want to worry about you too,” your mother pleaded.

“Of course ma, I won’t, I promise,” you said, smiling at her.

The trip was a 2 hour boat ride from a larger town. You were amazed by the clear and blue water of the ocean. You wondered how deep the ocean was, you were filled with curiosity, wanting to know more about the mystery of it. But you don’t want to worry your mother, that’s why you looked away and stared at the small island that is your destination. As soon as you reached the dock, you were welcomed by a woman who’s the same age as your mother.

“Oh look at you,” she said, hugging your mother the moment she stepped on the fine white sand. “I miss you! and — oh my! Is this your daughter?”

“This is yn, she’ll be staying here to help me with mama,” your mom smiles.

You got acquainted with Auntie Cora, she was your mother’s childhood best friend. She lives with her family on a small island and looks after your grandma. She shared that weeks earlier, your grandmother had a fever due to the change of the weather. It wasn’t that bad, it’s just, she needs to rest so that it won’t get worse.

You found yourself staring at your grandmother’s house. It was the same house where some of your childhood days happened, but as you stare at it, you find nothing, not even a hint of nostalgia at the place.

“I told Cora that I’m fine,” your grandmother said with an angry tone. Just like what aunt Cora said, her sickness wasn’t that bad.

“Ma, you’re already eighty-five, a fever may bring something worse,” your mother justified.

“I’m fine! I took some medicine earlier and drank herbal tea,” your grandma answered. “You shouldn’t have returned here! You’re safer in the city!”

“Ma stop with that,” you heard your mother’s tone becoming serious, you watched as your grandmother turned around and at that moment, they had a staring contest.

Your mother was first to let go, she pulled you away from the scene. You followed her quietly until you two reached a room.

“Ma, what was that all about?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” your mother quickly gave you a smile. “The trip was kinda tiring right? Let’s just rest for a while.”

But you didn’t want to rest. You excuse yourself if you can go out and look around, your mother only gave you a nod after you told her that you won’t go near the ocean. With that, you skipped your way out of the house.

You glance at the ocean. It was calm. It was three in the afternoon and you watched as the sun gleamed against the blue ocean. You were amazed, it was the first time you saw an ocean. You could only see them through films or images, but witnessing it in real life felt surreal to you.

You watched as the wave crashed against the white sand, it was calm, like a whisper. You found yourself locked in the ocean. Wondering. What danger is out there? You wanted to know, to feel the water crash against your feet. You wanted to know how deep it is, and think of the mystery you can unfold by just sinking in the ocean.

But as you were about to take a step back, you were stopped by a hand. You turned around and saw Aunt Cora smiling at you.

“You should thank me that it was me who caught you,” she teased. You only nod, looking away embarrassed.

“Can I ask you a question?” you blurted out before she could leave. Aunt Cora turns around and gives you a smile.

“Do you think that the ocean is dangerous?”

“I think the ocean is beautiful,” she answered. “It uses its beauty to trap us into danger, that’s why you should never fall for it.”

Her words remained in your mind until dinner time. Your mother cooked food and while the three of you sat there in silence. You couldn’t help but to hear the waves crashing. Just like earlier, it was still calm, but you couldn’t help but to hear it like a lullaby. It’s so tranquil that you couldn’t even imagine why they would think of it like that.

Even in the deep of the night, you couldn’t sleep. All you can hear is nothing but the waves. It’s calling you. You know it, your heart is skipping with nervousness. Agitated at your bed while your mother is resting next to you. You glanced at her and saw that she was already in her deep sleep.

“Fuck it, just tonight,” you convinced yourself. You just wanted to see it for yourself. Just tonight you wanted to dip your feet into the water. That’s all and nothing else.

You slowly crept out of your bed, careful not to wake up your mother. Your light steps carried you like a feather as you exited the house and went to the bay barefoot.

Just like the waves, the wind was calm too. There’s nothing but eerie silence and the once clear, blue ocean became a deep void of water. There’s nothing but silence and as much as it intimidates you, your curiosity is much stronger.

Slowly, you took small steps against the water. You felt chills the moment the small stream touched your feet, feeling the cold water. You only smile as slowly, you take another step, and another, until the water is ankle deep. It felt amazing, you glanced at the ocean and thought that the ocean may not be so bad after all.

“You’re new here aren’t you,” you were startled when you heard a voice. You glanced at your right and your knees weakened at the sight.

“Y-you…”

“Oh? Seems like you are new here, are you surprised?” he asked, smiling.

“You guys exist!?” you shouted.

“I mean, you’re seeing me, so basically we exist.”

You didn’t say a word. Your eyes glued at the creature in front of you.

He was breathtaking. Against the light around the area, you can see how ethereal his face is. He’s staring at you, smiling as if you’re a friend to him. His black hair falls beautifully long. His eyes were silver blue, contrasting the golden scales that seemed through his arms and oh. His tail looks magnificent as it reflects against the light. Blue hues adorned in golden scales.

“You’re real,” was the first thing you said after it sank into you.

“We are.”

“And you can understand me.”

“I can.”

You choked a breath. “I can believe it.”

“I guess it’s your first time encountering a merman huh?” he laughs. “I’m Renjun by the way.”

“Yn,” you introduced shortly. “Is it okay if I can go near you?”

Renjun only reached for your hands. Slowly, you walked your way towards him, and as soon as you reached him, you held his hand. It was cold, but soft, they weren’t wrinkled at all. You lightly squeezed it as you positioned yourself to sit beside Renjun who’s smile never left.

“What brings you here?” he asked.

“My grandmother’s sick, I accompanied my mom —”

“ — no, I mean here outside by the ocean,” Renjun clarified. “No one goes to the ocean unless they’ll ride a boat out of this place.”

That’s when you feel your ears deafened. “What do you mean?”

Renjun only hums, “no one goes to the ocean around here, only fishermen.”

“So you knew about it. Why?”

But he merely shrugged, “I don’t know why. The ocean’s too beautiful to be avoided, people are just scared to discover it.”

“That’s what they told me,” you only let out a sigh. “That the ocean’s so beautiful that we can’t see its danger.”

You heard Renjun laugh. “The ocean’s not dangerous! Look at it! It’s so peaceful, I live in the ocean and trust me, the ocean is far dangerous from it.”

“Seriously?”

“Do you want to see it for yourself?”

An invitation. You can feel your heart beating fast. You glance at the body of water and you can feel yourself gulping.

“But it’s too dark,” you pointed out.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Renjun casually said. “I got you, I can tour you there! You can even meet my family.”

You only stare at him.

“Okay maybe we cannot meet my family but! Let me show you what lies beneath the ocean,” he reaches for his hand once again. “Do you trust me?”

You stared at him for a second. Renjun gives you an assuring smile as he reaches out his hand once again. You couldn’t help but to glance at it. Heart skipping a beat.

“Only for tonight,” you said to him.

“Then that’s a yes,” he smiles at you.

Carefully he trails you towards the ocean. The water slowly rises up. You breathe in as you can feel the water up to your chest, you hold onto Renjun tightly as you can feel it around your shoulders.

“Wait,” Renjun stops. “Before we take another step, there’s something I should do so that you can breathe underwater.”

“Okay,” you only said.

But what you didn’t expect next was that he cups your cheeks, and the next thing you know, Renjun’s lips are planted on yours. Your eyes went wide as you could feel his lips blew air in between. From there, he separates from you.

“Are you ready to dive?” he asked.

Still in daze, you could only nod. He tugs you and as you dipped into the water, you open your eyes as Renjun pulls you closer.

You gasped as you could feel yourself breathing normally under the water. You could only glance at Renjun who’s smiling widely. He pulls you to a deeper part of the ocean, and you could only look around. Amazed at how you can see the surface and the blurry image of the moon above.

Renjun stops and points at something, your eyes grow bigger at the sight.

The view was surreal. It was far from the things you saw on the internet or in films. The ocean was majestic. Its color was bright despite the dark night and you can see the sea creatures swimming around. It was alive, as if you’re in another world.

Renjun brought you to places that made you mesmerized about the ocean. Coral reefs displayed were like flowers in a garden. He even grabbed a starfish for you to touch. You only let out a small giggle as Renjun toured you more, and further, until you lost track of time.

As you rose from the surface, you could see that the island is far from where you are. You only glance at Renjun who looks at you with awe.

“Thank you Renjun,” you said. “You were right, there’s nothing to be scared of in the ocean.”

“I’m glad you had fun,” he smiles. “But the sun might rise in a few hours. We should bring you home.”

“Of course,” you only nod.

But none of you moved, both of you are smiling ear to ear as you remain from where you two are.

You don’t know why but you felt brave that night, so you approached Renjun once again, slowly you leaned against him for another kiss. He reciprocates it softly. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you closer, even carrying you as you lean more to his body.

Morning arrived without any suspicion from your mother.

“At the rocks? Are you sure, dear?” your mother asked, creasing her forehead.

“Yes I’m sure ma and no swimming, I know,” you said to her.

“No!” your grandmother refuses. “Even by the rocks you’re not allowed!”

“Ma,” your mother hushes and then glances at you. “You’re good to go, you should return here dry okay?”

You only gave your mom a smile before stepping out of the house. That’s when she glances at her mother who has her forearms crossed.

“You’re going to regret letting her venture out of the sea,” your grandmother said.

“Mom please,” your mother begged. “She’s not her, okay?”

Meanwhile you found your way to the huge rocks scattered on the left side of the island. It’s a secluded part of the island, and you are convinced why; the trail path is just full of sharp rocks. Carefully, you walked your way there and as you noticed a familiar figure waiting, you were able to ignore the pain on your feet.

“Yn!”

“I’m here!” you shouted, as soon as you left the path and felt your feet against the fine white sand, you ran your way to Renjun who’s waiting for you there.

You spent your days with Renjun. Like a secret summer affair that no one knows. It was a thrill. Every day you’ll go to the rocks where he’ll be waiting. It’s either you two stay there and just talk but sometimes it involves you getting dragged back to the ocean. You fell in love with the ocean. It's peaceful and quiet. Far from the city or the island where you truly belong. It wasn’t hard to fall for it especially when Renjun’s there to show you more about the ocean. You met some of his friends, fellow mer-people who accepted you immediately.

Soon, your mother’s warnings about the ocean became nothing to you. You probably thought that it’s just them being overprotective of you. You were still careful when you venture out, never attempt to stray further from the island.

“Before you go, there’s something I want to give you,” Renjun said. The sun was slowly setting and you two just finished another adventure. You were just waiting for your clothes to dry.

“What is it?” you asked.

You watch as Renjun removes one of his bracelets. He hands it over to you and you only stare at it. It was an intricate bracelet with pearls and shells. You traced it gently and found it beautiful.

“It’s beautiful,” you said. “Thank you.”

“It’s to show them that you’re mine,” Renjun stated, making you laugh.

“Then I’ll wear it for you.”

It fits your wrist perfectly. You were so happy that you gave Renjun another kiss. He happily obliges and once you two separated, he cups your cheeks and strokes it gently with his thumb.

“I’ll be always waiting here for you okay?” he said.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you promised.

As soon as you reached your grandmother’s house, your smile faded. You saw your grandmother and mother waiting for you there with their disappointed expressions. Beside them was Aunt Cora.

“Ma, is there something wrong?” you asked.

Your mother let out a sigh, “I can’t believe you disobeyed me.”

That’s when you started to feel nervous. “Ma —”

“I told you to never go to the ocean!”

“But I’m safe! Look at me, I’m alive! The ocean is not dangerous ma!” you shouted in defense.

“That’s not the case yn, I told you one thing and you didn’t follow my order,” she pointed out.

“Why? Is it that bad? The ocean is beautiful! I can’t believe you didn’t let me near it for years —”

“Beautiful!? If it’s beautiful then why did it take my daughter away!?” your grandmother interrupted.

Your eyes grew large at the revelation. You stared at your mother who looked at your grandma with an angry expression.

“Ma! Stop it!” she said.

“She has to know! She has the right to know,” your grandma defended. “Those merpeople are murderers! They murdered her!”

“You knew about them?” you could only ask.

“They rule the ocean yn,” Aunt Cora explained. “They didn’t like how we people are invading their ecosystem and stealing fish from them. They also are deeply obsessed with people, women to be exact.”

That’s when Renjun came into your mind. No, it’s impossible. He can’t be a murderer. They’re wrong. Renjun’s kind and sweet. He showed you the ocean and there’s nothing for you to be afraid about. You met the merpeople, they were kind and friendly. Maybe they’ve misunderstood the merpeople. If that was the case, then there shouldn’t be anyone living on this island.

“No, that’s not true,” you said softly. “They’re kind! They’re friendly and —”

“They took away your aunt,” your grandma pointed out.

Your aunt? What aunt? You never heard of her before. You only glanced at your mother who couldn’t even lift her head. Is this what they’ve been hiding from you?

“You were young when it happened,” your grandma explained. “But she was a victim of them too, they took her away from us —”

“Ma that’s not true!” your mother shouted. “She died because she drowned, merpeople don’t exist and stop with all of these delusions!”

Then she turned to you. “Tomorrow, we’re leaving this island, I want you to pack your things tonight. No more going to the ocean, okay? You understand?”

You saw how your mother is full of worry. You felt a hint of guilt as you stared at your mother’s eyes. You could only nod. “Yes ma.”

You watched as your mother walked away from the scene. Your grandmother only shakes her head as she exits towards the kitchen. You only stood there dumbfounded until Aunt Cora tapped your shoulder, lightly patting it to comfort you.

It was Aunt Cora who told you about your aunt, your mother’s younger sister. She loves the ocean, goes to it daily and would return safely.

The merpeople were nothing but a myth but because of her, the people in the island started to believe in them — but in a dark light.

One day, they found her body on the shore. Lifeless, pale, and wrinkled. As if her soul got sucked out and was left nothing but a hollow body. Your grandmother wailed at the loss of her daughter, cursing the ocean and the merpeople because of the accident. She believes that they took her away, but your mother was a skeptic, she thinks that her sister died because she drowned.

But that also became the reason why she became overprotective of you, she doesn’t want you to die in the same way your aunt did. That’s why she left the island.

“What about you Aunt,” you asked. “Do you think they exist?”

Aunt Cora became quiet for a while, “I saw you talked to a merman one time. And just like you, I did fall for a merman back in my youth.”

Your jaw dropped because of her story. She only laughed it off as she glanced at the window. The ocean tonight is still peaceful. “But I stopped, knowing that we’re too different worlds and he started showing hints that he wants to take me,” she explained. “I told you, they’re so beautiful that you wouldn’t see that they’re dangerous.”

You found yourself sleepless again that night.

A part of you wanted to believe what they said, but a part of you, a larger one, is still holding onto the moments you had with Renjun.

You traced the bracelet Renjun gave you. Is this truly a genuine affection of his? Or was he just luring you to your death? You can feel your heart beating abnormally. Tomorrow, you’ll leave this place and the memories you had here will be blurry just like it was back in your childhood.

But you wanted to tell Renjun goodbye. He’ll be waiting for you tomorrow by the rocks. It’ll hurt you to imagine him waiting there for you all day long. No. You couldn’t imagine it at all. It’ll hurt you too. You don’t want to leave this island with guilt and a heavy heart.

That’s why you found yourself outside. By the bay. It was much windier than the first time you went to the ocean. The waves were a bit loud, crashing against the sand. But you didn’t mind it. You only stared at it, hoping that Renjun would appear any moment.

And it was as if your wishes were answered, your eyes caught the attention of the figure that’s slowly swimming towards you.

“Renjun!” you shouted, walking further into the ocean.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, tone full of worry.

“I just…” you couldn’t help but feel tears falling. You felt yourself holding back. Renjun looks at you with worry. You can’t believe it. How can your grandmother paint them as murderers?

“I’m sorry Renjun,” you only said to him. “But, I am leaving tomorrow.”

“What?” he asked, disbelieved.

“I told you right that I’m not from here, I have to return to the city,” you explained. “But when time comes, I’ll come back here I promise you that. I want to return here.”

“Yn,” Renjun only said.

“I like you Renjun, you’re one of the best things that happened to me, and I am so happy that I met you,” you confessed, tears streaming down nonstop. You hate this, you hate how you have to be separated not only from Renjun but also from the ocean. You know that there’s so much for you to explore out there, but it has to be cut short by your mother.

“Yn,” Renjun wipes off the tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, I’m okay with it, I just — can we go out for a swim? One last time? Just like the first time we met.”

You could only nod. Thinking that this would probably be the last time you’ll go into the ocean, you could only agree to his wishes.

Just like the first time you ventured out into the ocean. You did nothing but to try to paint the view into your memory, you wanted to make sure to memorize everything. Your hands never left Renjun’s even holding it tighter than before. You wanted to be with him but just like what Aunt Cora said, you two are from two different worlds.

As soon as you two rose from the surface, you could only stare at Renjun who’s gleaming under the moonlight. Oh. He’s as ethereal just like when you first met him. He looks at you lovingly, hands brushing the stray hair off from your hair.

“I guess…this is goodbye,” you mumbled.

But Renjun didn’t say a word, he approached you until you’re an inch closer to each other.

He pulled you for a kiss, it was full of passion that you could only kiss him back. You felt his hands around your waist, pulling you further. It was intense but you wanted to savor every second of it.

You can feel yourself breathless, but you don’t want to break away from him. You wanted to feel Renjun’s lips as if tomorrow doesn’t exist. You found yourself drowning into Renjun. It drove you crazy that you felt yourself numbed from everything — not noticing the way your body hit back into the ocean.

Morning came in but it was far from the mornings of the people on the island.

It was dark, raindrops falling like fainted drizzle. The sun was hiding behind the gray clouds.

But that wasn’t the reason why that morning was different, it was because they were disturbed a loud wail of a woman.

“Yn, yn! Please! Not you, dear!” your mother screamed, tears running as she clung onto your pale, lifeless, and wrinkled body.

Aunt Cora ran in hurry to comfort her best friend, passing by your grandmother who stood there frozen, seeing himself in your mother’s position. She watched as Aunt Cora went to hug your mother who could only cry on your body. It’s so familiar that your grandma couldn’t do anything about it.

She only stared at the ocean. How it's painted grayish blue today and the currents are faster than usual. It’s large waves crashing angrily against the shore. She could only shake her head as she stepped away from the scene with pain on her heart.

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fic #nct fic #nct x reader #nct #nct renjun fic #nct dream renjun #huang renjun #renjun fic

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tirnalilc · 11 days ago

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Oz Cobb x falcone daughter reader.

contains spoilers for the last chapter.

English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes :(.

I hate Oz, but that hate make me write this.

I love you; i'm sorry.

A tired sigh left her lips. She felt all her bones ache as she walked looking for her husband and Vic. She smiled just thinking about them. Vic had won her heart in so many ways. Victor would be someone powerful in the future, and she would be there to support him along with Oz.

She saw them in the distance talking; she quickened her pace so she could join in the conversation, only to stop moments later; her whole body paralyzed, even stopping breathing for a few seconds as she witnessed what was happening in front of her. Her heart was begging to stop Oz from what he was doing, but her mind assured her there was a reason behind it.

Seeing Oz kill Victor with his bare hands left her vulnerable. She turned her back to them as she put a hand to her mouth, covering her sobs. She cried silently until she stopped hearing Vic struggle. She heard the body falling to the ground and tried to wipe her tears quickly as she turned around. She saw Oswald going through Vic's wallet, throwing away his ID, and pulling out the money he had.

Her husband's eyes met hers as she walked over to them.

"May I say a final goodbye?" She asked in a whisper, and felt the tears forming in her eyes again.

Oswald looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"Sure, doll, but make it quick."

She reached down, caressing Vic's face, lovingly and sadly. She rested her forehead with his.

"In another life you will not have this fate; I hope your family waited for you."

She kissed his cheek, not caring about getting it wet with her tears. She looked up to see Oswald offering her his hand; she took it with a slight tremor. She looked for the last time at the young man who brought smiles to her face when she was sad, the young man who always helped her reconcile with Oswald, the young man who had so much to live for but got involved with the wrong people.

They began to walk away, but without seeing him one last time, she sighed heavily, knowing that this was only the beginning with the new ruler of Gotham.

Victor's death created a before and after; she squeezed Oz's hand tightly and looked at him.

"He did something wrong, right?"

"Yes, doll, he couldn't come with us this time."

And she believed him. Victor earned a place in her heart, but Oz had a bigger place and always will.

At that moment she remembered his father's words.

"Some people were not born for this life, others were always destined and only one wins the power."

As they walk away a proud smile appears on her face, her husband won that power.

tirnalilc.

#oswald cobblepot #oswald cobb x reader #oz cobb x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #the penguin #the penguin x y/n #the penguin x reader #colin farrell #farrell!penguin #reeves!verse

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lyn-js · 7 months ago

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Dancing under the Moonlight | Chapter 3. Whiskey nights and heartbreak

Bradley Bradshaw x OC Reader (Nickname Honey)

Summary: After the Uranium Mission, Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to settle down. Maybe even start a family at some point in time. But he felt so tired (and old) to be in the dating scene. That's until he sees a beautiful new bartender at The Hard Deck. Not only that; turns out she's Penny's niece, Beatrice. They both hit it off amazing, but for some reason, Beatrice isn't letting her walls down yet. But Bradley is going to get to the bottom of what Bea's big secret is.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, mentions of past abuse, fluff, eventually smut 18+, age gap (24 & 35)

I was getting ready to head out to the bar again for another shift. But I still don’t know why I was getting ready in the first place. Aunt Penny was already at the bar, getting stuff together, Chantal was hanging out with Natasha at her apartment, and Amelia didn't have her license or a car.

So, I didn’t have anyone to pick me up, and drop me off at the bar. When I finished getting my hair up into a messy bun, I heard my phone go off with a text.

B🐓: Hey Honey, working tonight?

I had chills going through my spine and heat going straight to my core. I never felt this way when I was with Zeke, even when he tried to be sweet, and give me little bits of affection.

But when I was around Bradley, he made me feel special, and that I matter in this world. And you would make him feel the same in return.

You: I would, but I don’t have a car to take me to my destination.

B🐓: Ya’ know, I could drive you there. All you gotta do is ask honey.

I roll my eyes and continue texting with Bradley.

You: I don’t want to intrude. Plus weren’t you staying in tonight??

B🐓: I was until I heard you were working tonight.

I run over to your bed and start screaming into the pillow with excitement. And finished getting ready as fast as humanly possible.

A little bit later I was putting the finishing touches on my makeup, looking extra special (for nobody in particular) when I heard the doorbell ring.

I hear Amelia open the door and then hear Bradley's voice ringing throughout the downstairs area. I grab my shoes and head downstairs.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs I and Bradley both look at each other. For some reason, you think you can see a little glimmer in his eye. But you know for a fact that I have the same look on my face.

When you walk the rest of the way over to him, I see he is keeping something behind his back. So, I wanted to ask him what he was keeping from me, but Bradley beat me to it when holds out a bouquet of my favorite Wildflowers—bunches of Chrysanthemums, peonies, and baby’s breath.

When I was younger, in the summertime my mom and Aunt Penny always loved gardening. I would spend ours out in the little garden in our little beach bungalow. Luckily, Penny’s house was right down the street, so she and baby Amelia would always come over and hang outside when mom would plant wildflowers.

When thinking about those amazing memories when your mom was still alive, you wanted to cry. Not caring that Bradley was right in front of you, you have never felt this special in a long time. And you're really happy it was happening right now and with Bradley.

I retreat from letting the tears fall down my face and look back up at Bradley. But noticed we were looking at each other in the eyes, not wanting to look away from those big, beautiful brown irises. Not wanting to look away for not even a minute.

I break the tension when speaking up finally.

“H-how did you know these were my favorite?” looking at him surprised now. “Oh, ya know, a little bee told me,” when you could see him gesturing over to Amelia. Then when you both look over at her, she makes a bolt to the couch and duck in front of it so she won't be seen by either of you. You both let out a little laugh and continue on with your little conversation.

“You shouldn’t have brought these, Penny got some fresh ones from the farmer's market.” I put my head down trying to hide from the embarrassment from the redness building up in my cheeks. But I feel his finger go under my chin so I’m looking back up at him.

“Well honey, these are for you. You deserve something as beautiful as yourself.” I could feel my heart doing backflips with excitement. I’ve never had this kind of reaction with other people I’ve been with. It’s such a new and exciting feeling. But it’s also terrifying. These are new feelings I’m experiencing for the first time, and it’s Bradley who’s making me feel these things.

I snap out of my own thoughts when I see Amiela walk up towards Bradley and me, taking the beautiful bouquet from my hands and telling us both as nicely as possible to leave.

So with that, we are both out the front door, Bradley opening my door and helping me in, and off to the hard deck we go.

While driving down the road, I casually looked over at Bradley, I could see him bopping his head to the old-school music, and tapping his hands on the wheel. I’ve never seen someone so free, and lively before, and I kind of wish I was like that again. Not having a care in the world, and being free.

Ever since I was with Zeke, he would always tell me to quiet down or not to embarrass him when we were out together, then that led to me being self-conscious about everything.

Even when I started working in the lounge, he would always try to control me in some type of way.

Don’t dress so slutty, don’t sing so loud, don’t dance so crazy.

“Are you doing okay over there Honey?” he asks while looking over at me for a second. I stop staring out the passenger window and look over at Bradley, but I already see him have a smile on his face.

“I’m fine,” I say quietly, still looking out the window and watching the waves crash in the distance as we drive by. But I feel one of my hands unclasp from the other and feel a huge one take over. I move my eyes from the window over to Bradley and have one of my hands taken over by him on the center console.

I feel the heat start to rise in your cheeks again and try to hide away your face again. But I feel his hand let go of mine, now feeling stupid because I was hiding away from him. But I feel his pointer finger hook under my chin, so he can get my full attention.

“Don’t hide from me. You know you can talk to me Honey, But I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.” He tells me and settles his hand on my thigh, giving an affirming squeeze.

I didn’t want to keep anything from him. If I were willing to be with Bradley I would want to make a promise to myself, and to him that I wouldn’t hold anything from him. In my other relationship, that’s because I had to hide things from him. Pulse it didn’t matter that I was telling the truth, he would always take it out on me.

But now I was with Bradley, he made me feel so special all the time, and it felt almost certain he would keep anything from me too.

So I decided to grab ahold of his hand and link our fingers together again, finally having the courage to speak up.

“I-I’ve never really had anybody get me flowers before…Like ever,” I say while looking at him. I see him look over at me, he takes his sunglasses and puts them on the tip of his nose, and you see him raise his eyebrows.

“You tellin’ me you've never received flowers from anyone?” I shake my head implying a “no” I want to try and look away but he speaks up again. “Well I’m honored to be the first Honey.” then gives me a wink and looks back at the road. I feel liquid heat go right down to my little bundle of nerves.

I’m trying my hardest not to think about Bradley like that right now. Pulse, I didn’t know what our relationship was right now. We held hands when we were together, we kissed on the beach, and he made romantic gestures, opening my door, and getting me flowers. Going above and beyond anyone I’ve ever known. I want to try this new thing with Bradley, but I don’t want to get hurt again. I’m in a good place in life I think right now, and I don’t want that to be ruined by a guy. A nice one at that, so I just want to see what happens. So, we just continued our relaxing drive to the bar.

I was packed when we arrived, but it seemed like it doubled a couple of minutes later when I started my shift.

But, as the night went on, I could see some of the squad came by for a little visit. Also, I saw some of my friends from the lounge come by only saying they wanted to get some drinks out, not to see any of the guys. Which was a lie. But I let it slide anyway.

It was starting to get pretty hectic, going back and forth from the tables to the bar. I honestly thought I was going to pass out from exhaustion.

But when I needed a breather Bradley would always come up to the bar, and ask how I was feeling. It seemed I would always have my senses calm down, and made me feel ten times better.

Right now I was working behind the bar, and trying to make five drinks at a time. I was starting to feel the pressure start back up again. But I see Aunt Penny come up towards me saying that I could take a quick break. Maybe seeing the fear and stress in my eyes.

Just as I was about to leave behind the bar this guy started yelling in my direction. I turned around to see a frat-looking guy in a polo shirt, who was heavily intoxicated asking me for a beer. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bradley looking at me ready to get up from his seat and make his way over with some of the guys ready to kick him out. But I give him a look telling him I was okay, and make my way over to the dunk man.

As I went to serve him another beer, I saw Aunt Penny come over to me and whisper in my ear. “Give him a glass of water, he’s wasted out of his mind. If he gives you any trouble. He’s gone.” I give her a nod, and I start to pour him a glass.

As I got the man his beer(which was water)I set the glass down on the bar top, he stumbled a little bit and gave a slurred speech to me.

“I said a funckin’ beer, not water bitch.” So he shoves the glass back in my direction. But I slide the glass back over. “Sir, I'm sorry but by the looks of it, you are drunk. So I’m afraid I cannot continue to serve you.” I say in a polite voice trying to keep the situation at bay.

He wants to put on a show, so I try to walk away to go and take my break. But I hear glass shattering around me. The drunk asshole didn’t like being told no, so he decided to chuck the glass in my direction trying to hit me. Luckily it hit the ground before it hit me so I was physically fine. But when I heard that glass shatter on the floor. I wanted to crawl up into a ball and never come out.

Hearing that specific noise brought back so many memories. Horrible, sad, awful memories I never wanted to look back on. My hands start shaking uncontrollably, and I can feel tears slipping out of my eyes. I feel a touch on my shoulder, not knowing it was Aunt Penny, but I was too much of a wreck at this point.

So I flinch from her touch and start to make my way out to the back not wanting to be there anymore, and wanting to get some fresh air.

When I finally make it outside, I try my best to take deep breaths but it feels like a heavy weight is still on my chest.

I brace myself on the back wall, and I start to crumble down to the ground and start to sob uncontrollably.

(Bradley’s POV)

As soon as I hear the glass shatter on the floor, some of the guys sprint towards the bar. I tried to find where Beatrice was, but I could see she was already gone. The guys went over to the drunk guy

Grabbing him

I snap my head towards Penny to see where Bea went, she just points to the back door, and I make my way out.

I’m finally outside, the cool air hitting my face, and I start looking for Bea. I find her a couple of seconds later, sitting against the back wall, her knees up to her face hiding away from everything. As I try to walk towards her I see her head come up to look at me, and I hear her speak up.

“P-please go a-away.” She sounds so scared, and frightened. Thinking I might hurt her, but we both knew deep down I wouldn’t do that. So, I backed away a little bit “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna sit down a couple feet away, okay?” I say to her while backing away.

She doesn’t respond and lets my back hit the wall, letting my body slide down to the ground.

A couple of minutes later, we were still in complete silence. The only thing we can hear are the big waves crashing against the shore. A little bit later, I hear Beatrice speak up.

“I’ve never reacted like that before. Anytime he would throw anything or hit me, I wouldn’t react. I would just stand there. Unfazed, not connected with the world. I would zone out, and try to go to a place that would make me happy.” I just keep sitting there and letting her speak. But I try to inch toward her, she sees me moving, and she’s not telling me to stop. So, I keep moving until our knees are touching.

“I-I would always try and think of my mom, Aunt Penny, Chantal, and even Amelia when she was just a baby. We would all hang out and have a fun day at the beach. After that, we would all go to this little ice cream shack, not far from here. Chantal and I would always get the same flavors as my mom… I just wanted to be like her.” She grabs my hand and links our fingers together, and a second later, she leans her head on my shoulder.

“I try to go every once in a while, but it always makes me sad and broken… b-because she’s not here anymore. I’m so tired of being broken, Bradley.” I feel some of her tears fall onto my shirt, so I just wrap my arms around her, and let her break down in peace.

(Back to your POV)

A little bit later when my tears were dried and my hiccups were gone, I removed my head from Bradley’s shoulder and tried to collect myself. When I brush my hair away from my face I hear Bradley start talking.

“Listen to me carefully… you are not broken. You're just in a weird place in time right now. I was the same when my mom passed, I didn’t know what to do with myself.”

This was the first time I’ve really heard him speaking about his mom to me. Even though he told me a little bit a couple of weeks ago, I feel a little special that he wants to tell me more about his family, and himself.

“When I finally got accepted into the academy, I would always push myself more and more, because I didn’t have anyone with me in my life. But I finally found a little family of my own. So now I feel like it matters now.”

I see him smile down at me and give my forehead a little kiss. “Plus, I met you, and you kind of make my life a little bit more special. And I am so grateful for that.” My heart once again was doing little backflips of joy in my chest. I give his hand a little squeeze and bring it up to my lips to kiss his knuckles.

“Thank you for telling me about her. Thank you for not keeping it from me.” We both sit in silence for a little bit until I hear him talk again. “You're a special person in my life now, Honey. I don’t want to keep anything from you.” “You're special in my life too,” you say in a quiet voice. And you feel him give you another kiss on your forehead.

A couple of seconds later you see Bradley get up from the rock ground, dusting his jeans off and offering a hand to help me up. I just look at him with a questionable look with my eyebrows raised. “ I wanna take you somewhere. Are you coming or not?” He tells me.

“I-I have to ask Penny if I can leave.” He just gives me a warm smile, “Let’s go grab your stuff, and ask her. Okay?” I just nod and grab his hand to let him help me up.

When we got back inside, Aunt Penny was sprinting towards Bradley and me, making sure that I was okay. I was trying my best to calm her down saying Bradley helped me calm down a little bit, and was asking if I could leave early. Telling me it was fine, and asking Bradley to bring me home safe.

“I’ll protect her with my life.” That was the last thing he said, útil he grabbed my hand and walked out with me to the parking lot.

As soon as Bradley was closing my door and walking over to the driver’s side, my eyes were starting to become heavy. The only thing I could remember hearing was his voice across from me. “Rest Honey, we'll be there soon.” My eyes fluttered close and everything around me turned black.

I feel the car come to a stop, and someone gently touches my arm trying to wake me up. I open a little bit, and I look over at Bradley, with a wide-set grin appearing on his face.

“We’re here honey,” he says to me, I give him a skeptical look before I look straight ahead when my eyes fall on the little, old-school ice cream shack with the fairy lights dangling from the outside. I’ve never wanted to cry so hard in my life. I hear him speak up again.

“What I forgot to tell you earlier, is that my mom and I would always come here anytime we were visiting my dad here. I almost completely forgot about this place, until you brought it up earlier.” You try your hardest not to let the tears start flowing again. You’ve never had someone in your life make you feel this special. Going out of his way to make your night a little bit more special than it was before. To be honest, I feel like I’m on cloud nine right now, with Braldey, at this little ice cream shop. Never wanted this moment to end, and to live in it forever.

I watched Braldeey get out of the car and walk over to open your door. He helped you unbuckle your seat belt and grabbed your hand to help you out, but you’ve never let his hand go and walked up to the entrance and ordered.

When you finished ordering and waiting for our treats, for some reason I never wanted to let go of Bradley. I was holding onto his arm, trying to hide my face a little bit because my eyes were still a little puffy from crying earlier. And I would feel every couple of seconds, his lips hitting the crown of my head and asking if I was okay. In return, I would get up on my tip-toes and give his soldier a little peck, indicating to him that I was fine. We would do that every couple of minutes until our ice cream was handed to us, and we found a little bench to sit on while eating.

After we finished our little treat, we just sat on the bench for a little while, listening to the waves, and looking up at the fairy lights twinkling outside. We just sit in silence, with my head on Bradley’s shoulder, I finally have the courage to muster something up.

I lift my head from his shoulder and see him already looking at me. “Bradley… c-can I tell you something?” I can see him forming a smile on his face.

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” In return, I give him a half smile and start letting my whole heart out.

“I like you…and I think… I think you like me back, right?” I just see him nod his head quickly, and continue. “Okay, I don’t want you to think I’m going to say I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. I DO! It's just I came out of a really bad one earlier and-” My heart is beating fast, I’m starting to breathe heavily, I don’t know what to do. But I just feel a big set of hands on each side of my face, and I’m looking straight into his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, you're okay. You’re here with me, we’re at the ice cream shack. You’re safe. Just breathe with me. In, and out. That’s good Honey.”

I feel one of my hands go up to his chest, feeling his heartbeat, feeling the thump thump through his shirt. I can also feel my heartbeat starting to slow down a little bit, so I just keep looking at him, trying to keep myself from having a panic attack.

Once I’m starting to calm a little bit, I’m still holding onto Bradley’s shirt still feeling the thump of his heart, not wanting to let go. So he moves his hands from my face wraps one of his arms around my body, and moves me closer to him. I let a few tears fall down my cheeks, not caring if people see me being an absolute wreck.

“I just want to start slow…if we were going to do this whole thing.” You say as your face is pressed up against his chest. “We can go as slow as you want. The ball is in your court. Okay, Honey?” He makes me look up at him, looking into his big, honey golden, eyes. Once again finding comfort in him once again. “Okay,” you say to him, curling up into his chest again.

Then next I know I feel Bradley's hands reach underneath my legs, and lift me. I squeak out a little bit, suddenly not knowing I was being lifted in the air. “Bradley! What are you doing?” I ask him while he’s still walking back to the Bronco. Not stopping for one second. “Is it too fast to call you my girlfriend?” he asked you while you were both almost in the car.

I shake my head no, and rest my head on his shoulder. “Then, I'm carrying my girlfriend to the car.” I feel the heat build-up in my cheeks and feel the heat going straight to my core again.

This guy, who’s carrying you to his car, just asked you to be his girlfriend like 5 seconds ago.

How on earth does he make you this wet?!?

He doesn’t set me down for one second. He successfully unlocked the car, opened the door, and carefully set me in the passenger seat making sure I was buckled in. He jogged around the car and next stop. Aunt Penny’s house.

When I finally get to the house, I get out of the car, Bradley and I walk up to the door together. We both stop when we reach the last step. We both have our hands together, not wanting to let go. Not wanting to let go of this special night.

“I’ll see you this week, Honey,” he asks me while tugging my arm so I can be closer to him. Bodies almost touching. I couldn’t stop myself, so I grabbed his face and connected my lips to his in a searing kiss. So happy finally feeling free, and having something for my own. Finally feeling happy for once in my life.

After you pull back a little to catch your breath, I can feel Bradley's lips chase after mine. Wanting more from it, but us both know I need to catch a break. My chest is heaving, both smile in the process too, and after I’m done, I speak up. “Yea. I’ll see you later this week.” I hear him let out a breathy chuckle, then see him back away a little bit.

He doesn’t leave the porch until he sees me walk in and lock the door. I can hear him walk back down, and the Branco backing out. After I can’t hear the car anymore, I slump to the ground, my back hitting the door with a dopey grin on my face. Wondering what I just got into with Bradley Bradshaw. But I didn’t care one bit.

I decided to surprise all of you lovely people. Thank you for waiting and sticking with me. I appreciate you all. ❤️

As always-

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taeyegu · 2 years ago

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introduce me a good person — 003. oh shit

previous // next

word count — 876

warning(s) — mentions of food/drinks/eating, intoxicated characters, cheating/infidelity

the homemade dinner at the doctors' shared apartment went well with no fire alarm going off that night.

"i still can't believe y/n and wonwoo went to go get food without us." soonyoung pouted for the umpth time. wonwoo sighed as he finished up washing the dishes,

"y/n got hungry before so we decided to get something small to eat." he responded plainly. y/n walked over from the sink to sit next to soonyoung at the dining table,

"i'm sorry soonyoung!" y/n exclaimed, "i thought i was going to eat with sejun today so i skipped breakfast and lunch... by the time sejun cancelled on me, i was starving. wonwoo said i should eat something before we got the groceries for tonight." a small pout formed on her lips and soonyoung (nor anyone) could stay mad.

"that's no way to treat one's girlfriend..." jihoon mumbled under his breath over by the couch as he was doing some extra research on the surgery he was to perform the following week.

"guys, i know you all care about me but sejun is a genuinely great guy!" y/n smiled. wonwoo finished up the dishes and sat down in front of y/n and soonyoung at the dining table. he noticed the smile didn't reach her eyes like they usually do. "sejun has been with me through everything and i already told jihoon this but, i think he's gonna propose soon!"

"with what ring? the guy barely has any money..." junhui grumbled while also helping jihoon prep for his surgery.

y/n laughed, "you all know i'm not big on that stuff, it doesn't have to be a flashy ring! i don't need it!" she smiled, but her voice didn't sound as happy as she was trying so hard to portray to her friends.

"you might say that you don't need it but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a big flashy ring!" soonyoung exclaimed, "you're a catch y/n! and if a guy doesn't prove his worth to you, you deserve so much better!"

wonwoo sat quietly and listened as his friends talked on and on about y/n's relationship with sejun. it was almost a routine for the friend group: someone always bringing up how shitty of a boyfriend sejun was and y/n trying her best to defend him. however wonwoo knew that y/n was smart enough to make her own decisions, he knew even she was starting to get tired of sejun's constant excuses.

wonwoo's train of thought was interrupted by a text from his friend dr. kim mingyu of pediatrics.

"i have to go pick up mingyu." wonwoo stated as he got up from the table. he grabbed his keys and began to put on his coat.

"why, what happened to him?" junhui asked.

"he's intoxicated right now and at the sector 17 club a few blocks down--he needs a ride home." wonwoo responded as he slipped on his shoes.

"that no good guy..." soonyoung mumbled, "doesn't he have a shift tomorrow and he's out here getting wasted? what about the kids?!"

y/n laughed, "i don't know why you have beef with dr. kim all of a sudden soonyoung, i thought you guys were always friends?"

"well, we're like frenemies! i've noticed he's been talking a lot with the interns this year--trying to hype up pediatrics. but neurosurgery is where it's at!" soonyoung ranted, "he's even got chan considering pediatrics when he promised me he would join neuro!"

wonwoo didn't listen to the rest of soonyung's rambling as he closed the door to their shared apartment and started up his car to pick up dr. kim from his night out at the club. -- by the time wonwoo had found parking near his destination, he had already called his friend at least three times, "the guy probably can't hear anything with this music blasting..." wonwoo grumbled as he felt his car slightly shake due to the bass from the club.

he decided to get out of his car to try and look for the intoxicated doctor but noticed another familiar face emerging from the club entrance...

it was sejun with his arms wrapped around another girl.

"yo! wonwoo my man! glad you--" mingyu's loud voice slurred and wonwoo quickly quieted down the intoxicated giant.

"shut up! something might be wrong!" wonwoo whispered. mingyu quickly sobered up and followed wonwoo's line of sight to which he also noticed a familiar figure.

"isn't that y/n's boyfriend? are they also here at the club?" mingyu giggled.

"no, y/n was at home today with us." wonwoo whispered, his eyes never leaving the two as they stumbled around on the sidewalk waiting for their ride, "y/n and sejun were supposed to have dinner tonight but she said that he cancelled on her because he was still tired from his flight but--"

"oh so that scumbag is cheating on her!" mingyu whisper-yelled angrily.

"n-no, not cheating per se... they could just be friends--"

however just as wonwoo was finishing his sentence, the two men watched as sejun kissed the unknown woman deeply on the lips before the two left in their uber.

"i don't think friends kiss like that wonwoo..."

oh shit.

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ccstiles · 6 months ago

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Venom of the Past chapter 1

Buried memories

(thank you to Fiya for helping me with the Spanish bits!)

Sugarboo, Seth and Alphonse got to live a happy life, knowing that everything from the past had been dealt with, in one way or another, and they were free to live their lives.

And they all lived happily ever after, the end!

...Except, is it really the end?

As they always say, when one door closes, another one opens, and this door, was to a path that wasn't so forgiving.

It was an early spring, and Sugarboo's home bakery was booming. they were able to quit their old boring job to pursue their love of sweets.

It was a dream come true, baking all through the day, spreading love and cheer through the town, and then coming back home to 2 loving idiots who showered Sugarboo with love. They couldn't ask for it any way else.

They had been away all day delivering orders to happy customers. It was the best part of their job, getting to see their happy faces.

It was while they were on their way to deliver the last of the sweets, that things started to feel...off.

Sugarboo started to get this odd feeling, a sense of anxiety that they hadn't felt in a long time. They brushed it off, thinking it was just anxiety for tomorrow's orders they still had to bake, but the feeling continued.

It got worse, though, when they were almost to the customer's house,

Thunk!

"¿Que?" Sugarboo was surprised with the sound, their car starting to lose speed as, what was most likely, the tire lost air.

"¡Fantastico!" Sugarboo sighed, "flat tire. Hopefully I can make it back to Al's so Seth can help me out with it"

Their car rumbled along the rest of the way to their destination. After giving the older man the cake with a smile, Sugarboo stalked back to their car to check out their tire. When they got there, though, something unexpected caught their attention.

"What the-?" Sugarboo questioned as they rounded the corner. Sticking out of their back tire was an arrow. They squatted down to take a look at it. It was deep in the tire, if it's presence itself wasn't odd enough. This gave Sugarboo a bad feeling, as they got back in their car to drive to Alphonse's house.

As they drove, though, the feeling of anxiety deepened. They couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but it felt like they were being watched. No matter where they turned, it felt like there were eyes boring into the back of their head.

When they finally rolled to a stop in front of Alphonse's house, they felt too scared to get out of their car, calling Seth's phone instead.

Ring ring!

Ring r-

"Hey Sugar!" Seth's voice rang through the unsettling silence that had settled in the car, comforting Sugarboo.

"Hey Seth. I'm outside in my car right now, can you come get me?" Sugarboo looked around, trying to see if they could place where the feeling of being watched was coming from.

"Really Sugar? You're a big boy, you don't need me to come get you" Seth laughed, but that did nothing to calm Sugarboo's anxiety.

"Seth, please" Sugarboo begged him.

It seemed like Seth could tell that something was wrong, because Sugarboo could hear rustling from the other end of the phone as he talked. "Well alrighty then, I'm comin"

Sugarboo only sighed as their anxiety was calmed, hanging up the phone as Seth came around the corner.

Sugarboo unlocked their door to finally collapse in their boyfriend's arms.

"Oof- jeez Sugar, miss me that much?" Seth joked as he hugged Sugarboo.

"Hmmm, you could say that" Sugarboo sighed as they melted in Seth's arms. Even if they were in his arms, though, they could still feel eyes everywhere.

"You ok there? You seemed really scared over the phon- what the?" Seth loosened his grip on Sugarboo as he noticed the arrow in the car's tire.

The two separated to let Seth take a look at the arrow. He tried to pull it out by hand, but it wouldn't budge.

"Jeez, what happened?" Seth looked up at Sugarboo from where he was squat down.

"I don't know. I was on my way to my last delivery when I heard a loud noise and my tire started to loose air. After I got out and did my delivery, I found that" Sugarboo concluded by pointing at the offending arrow.

"Hm, d'ya think it might have been an accident..?" Seth tried, but Sugarboo could tell he was also getting the same feeling of anxiety they had been having for the past 10 minutes.

"No... It's too early for hunting season yet, and" Sugarboo tried to pull the arrow out themself, struggling. "that thing's lodged in there good, whoever shot that did it deliberately."

Seth's face darkened as the two looked at the arrow. "Let's head inside"

"Yeah," Sugarboo agreed as Seth started to get up. Before they could turn and leave, though, they noticed something tied to the arrow.

"C'mon Sugar, this don't feel right to me" Seth urged them to follow, but Sugarboo squatted down to untie the paper. "What's that?" He asked as the paper came into view.

"It was on the arrow I wonder if..." Sugarboo trailed off as they read the note. Their eyes widening and face pale as they read the short note.

Baking cookies? You've gone soft BS

-boss

Seth read the note in confusion over Sugarboo's shoulder.

"BS? What does that mean Su- woah!" Seth yelped as Sugarboo grabbed his hand and dragged him into the house.

Slamming the door behind them, Sugarboo began to lock the front door before running to the back and locking that one too.

"Hm? Oh hey boo! What's... What's going on?" Alphonse greeted them as they ran through the house, making sure all of the windows were locked, and then covered. "Seth, what's going on?"

"I don't know. They came home with an arrow lodged in their tire and there was this weird note attached" Seth explained as much as he could, as the two watched Sugarboo race around, making double sure that everything was locked and covered.

"Hey, boo, what's wrong?" Alphonse got up from where he was sitting and walked towards a wide-eyed Sugarboo, trying to comfort them.

"You... You need to go sit down" Sugarboo pointed towards the dining room table, "you too Seth."

"Sugar c'mon, what's wrong?" Seth walked towards them as well.

"Would you just cállete and sit down?!" Sugarboo snapped at the two, pausing after realizing what they've just said.

Seth and Alphonse just sat at the table quietly, waiting for Sugarboo to calm down.

The two watched Sugarboo as they paced back and forth in the living room, a look of anxiety stuck on their face.

They finally turned and strode towards the table, standing behind the chair.

"...hey, boo?" Alphonse tried to start the conversation, "what's, uh, what's going on?"

Sugarboo stayed silent for a while, still trying to form the words in their head. This would probably be the hardest conversation they've ever had in their life.

"You... You remember how before Seth came back to town, there had been a lot about your past you never shared with me?" Sugarboo looked at Alphonse.

"Yeah?" Al looked at Seth before looking back at Sugarboo.

"Well," Sugarboo sighed, before placing the piece of paper in the middle of the table, "let's just say that arrow was my version of Seth"

Alphonse took the paper and held it for the two boys to read. After reading it, though, they were puzzled.

"boo, what does this mean?" Alphonse was the first to ask, "I mean, 'BS' and 'Boss', what do those mean or, who are they?"

Sugarboo looked away again, trying to figure out which to answer first, and how.

"BS stands for... It was a shortened version of my code name" they finally landed on an answer, but that only left the other two confused.

"Code name? For what? And, why?" Alphonse questioned them, "boo you're scaring me, what does this all mean?"

"It means I was in the mob"

The room was silent as Sugarboo blurted it out. Seth and Alphonse stared wide-eyed at Sugarboo as they tried their best to continue.

"I... I was in the mob. It's not something I'm proud of, and it's not something I thought would come back to haunt me," Sugarboo explained, "I thought I covered my trail well enough but... It seems like they found me again."

The boys just continued to stare in astonishment at Sugarboo before Alphonse broke the silence.

"Boo, why... Why didn't you tell us? We told you about what we did in the gang, why didn't you tell us? I thought-"

"Being in the mob is different than being in a gang Alphonse!" Sugarboo snapped at him, "being in the mob means death is the first option, and being murdered is considered mercy."

The room fell to silence once more as the trio let everything sink in.

"I didn't want to tell you I was in the mob because..." Sugarboo's voice started to crack before they stopped speaking.

"... because why sugar?" Seth's voice was soft as he looked at them.

"Because I didn't want you two to look at me different" Sugarboo looked down at where their hands were gripping the back of the chair, their knuckles white.

"Why would we look at you any different?" Seth asked, "you know what we've done, we would be hypocrites to judge you sugar."

"...you don't know what I've done." Sugarboo sighed as they finally dropped down into the chair.

"Then what did you do?" Alphonse piped up, trying to keep his voice light.

Sugarboo let the air fall silent once more as they thought about the best way to answer. But who were they kidding, there was no 'best way' to tell your two loving partners the horrific acts you'd done just a few years prior.

"I... I murdered people" Sugarboo's voice broke as they told Seth and Al what they had done. "dios, I-I killed so many people."

Alphonse and Seth just watched Sugarboo as they broke down in tears, sobbing as they told the two everything they had done.

"I hurt them. I hurt them all. I tortured, I killed, I did so, so many things" Sugarboo sobbed into their hands, rambling on and on, "I thought I could get away from it all, I thought I could get away from them but I should have known better. Should have known I couldn't run away from what I'd done. No puedo huir de lo que soy"

"I'm un monstruo, and I thought I could lie to myself, lie to you two, and make everything better. I should have known better." Sugarboo couldn't hear anything outside of the sound of their sobbing and the noise coming from their brain, so they didn't hear the two boys getting up.

Before they knew what was happening, they felt two pairs of arms wrap around them, sandwiching them in a tight embrace as they continued to cry into whoever's shoulder was closest.

"Oh boo, you know I would never look at you different" Alphonse's voice came from somewhere within the warm embrace Sugarboo found themselves in.

"Yeah sugar, we love you too much, we don't care what you've done" Seth's voice was close to their ear, whispering comfort that calmed Sugarboo down.

Sugarboo just shook their head as they gripped onto the person in front of them.

"You two are pendejos. I don't know how you survived this long with a mindset like that" Sugarboo laughed as they began to calm down, "but thank you. It means a lot to hear that."

"Of course sugar," it was easier to pinpoint Seth's voice now that they weren't sobbing, and they realized that Seth was the one in front of them, and that they had been sobbing into his chest.

Once they had calmed down, Sugarboo pulled away from the giant hug they had been squished in, looking at the boys as they smiled. "Thank you again. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you two idiots with me."

"Hey!" Alphonse gasped as he grabbed Sugarboo, "take that back!"

"No!" Sugarboo giggled as Alphonse started tickling them, laughing harder as he started to tickle them. "Seth! Help!"

Seth just smiled at the two and chuckled. "Alright, alright. Break it up you two."

It took a minute before all the giggles stopped, after that, Sugarboo just basked in the peaceful silence. They didn't know how they did it, but somehow, Seth and Al always knew how to put a smile on their face no matter what the problem was.

"So..." Seth scratched the back of his neck, "not that I love just laughing with you two, but I think now we need to talk about what this whole arrow situation means."

"Right" Sugarboo sighed as they flopped down at the table with their head in their hands.

They stared at the note in deep thought, trying to form a plan in their head. For the first time in a while, Sugarboo didn't know where to start. They never thought they would be found, they did their best to cover their tail, but it seems, even after everything they did to hide, they really couldn't run from their past. Finally, their thoughts straightened some details out enough to start to plan.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," Sugarboo stood up and turned towards the two boys, "Alphonse, I need you to start packing some bags, we can't stay here. Seth, I think it's best if we take my car so I need you to fix the tire. After that go help Alphonse with the bags."

Seth and Alphonse nodded before moving to start their tasks. Before Alphonse left the room, though, he turned to Sugarboo.

"By the way boo. While we're doing all this, what are you going to be doing?" Alphonse asked them.

"I'm gonna make a call," Sugarboo looked at Alphonse, "there's an old friend that might have some information on what's happening."

"Ah ok. Good luck boo" Alphonse kissed them before heading off to pack the bags.

Sugarboo smiled at him before their face fell. This was not something they wanted to do, and this was not someone they wanted to talk to after... Everything. No matter how much they didn't want to, they knew that they would be the only way to get to the bottom of this.

With a sigh, they picked up their phone and dialed a number they hoped was still the same after all this time.

Ring ring!

Ring ri-

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this...

Is this Rook?"

#yuurivoice #venom of the past au #yuurivoice sugarboo #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice au #yuurivoice oc #ITS FINALLY DONEEEEEE #YAYYYYYY

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if-mirrormine · 2 years ago

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tired of losing you

sunmary: during a heated argument, you finally find out how grayson feels.

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: 2097 (yikes)

based on the request: angry love confession

request a drabble here!

**unedited//listen its not my best work but it is what it is**

you don't know where your phone is. truth be told, you don't even care about it that much. the smartphone is big and clunky, uncomfortable to hold and you've dropped it more times than you can count. but everyone was insistent that you use it and that you take it everywhere you go. you can’t blame them; they’re terrified you’re going to disappear at any moment and you are too, but you do miss your old blackberry more than anything.

“mc!” grayson calls suddenly from the other side of the apartment and you pause your searching in the drawers of your desk to see what he wants. you meet him halfway in the passage, an exasperated look on his face. things are not what they used to be with him. he’s still your best friend and you love him more than you've ever loved anyone, but he’s changed almost too much for you to keep up with. he’s always an edge, looking over his shoulder like he’s worried something inexplicably bad is going to happen to you if he’s not prepared for it.

“this was in the pantry,” he tells you, sighing heavily, and it’s then that you realise he’s holding your phone out to you.

“you found it!” you say, offering him a bright smile as you take it from him. you turn it over in your hands, the sleek black screen reflecting your face back to you before it slips from your fingers and smacks against the floor, a curse leaving your lips as you rush to pick it back up. “thank you, gray.”

you look back up at him in time to see him drag his hand over his face, the other planted firmly on his hip. “you need to keep better track of your phone,” he says, his tone pleading and you frown slightly. “this isn’t the first time you’ve just left it somewhere and forgotten about it.”

“i’m sorry,” you mumble, feeling oddly scolded by him. “i’m trying my best.”

he sighs again, his blue eyes finding yours and the hard lines of his face soften slightly. “you need to try harder,” he says as he takes your hands in his, holding onto them tightly in an attempt to convey his desperation to you. “i know this is difficult for you but it’s difficult for me too.”

you can’t help but notice how talks about himself specifically. everytime you’ve gotten this speech, it’s always ‘we this’ and ‘us that’. but now it’s just you, him and the tension that’s been steadily building between the two of you ever since you got back. you don’t know what it is specifically, but you feel your friendship teetering on the edge of the line, either destined for something greater or irreversible damage. you know what you’re hoping for but you can’t say the same for the man in front of you, not when you feel like you no longer know who he is, like he's no longer the man you fell in love with.

he’s talking again, you're watching his lips move, his big blue eyes staring at you imploringly, but you don’t hear a word he says. too wrapped up in your own thoughts, in the tightness crowding your chest. he’s right, you know that, but his words cut deep. you’re not trying hard enough. you can’t shake the feeling that you can’t do anything right, that even though everyone is happy to have you back, you’ve become a burden to them, to grayson. something they need to be constantly worried about. the thought of yet again disappearing without a trace is a constant fear that haunts you, and yet it feels like you're the only one who can't seem to keep it together.

"mc?" he says again, his voice quieter now, almost sounding like he's on the verge of giving up entirely and your heart slams into your ribcage.

"i'm sorry," you squeak out again, your gaze flitting to a different point on his face. you can't focus with those eyes of his staring back at you, begging and pleading for you to stay, for you to not be so reckless. "i'll do better."

he nods, taking a deep breath and you imagine he's trying to convince himself to trust you. glancing down to where he still holds your hands, he hesitantly drops them to shove one of his own in the front pocket of his jeans and drag the other through his hair. "okay," he says, nodding again before looking back at you. "i have to go back to the precinct for a while, kelsey and i have some reports we need to do. please keep your phone on and with you. please, mc."

you nod, unable to speak, fearful that you might cry if you do. he stands there for a moment before he pulls you into him, his arm wrapping you in a side hug that's too awkward for what a hug between you should be.

all too soon he's stepping away from you, mumbling a goodbye and an i'll talk to you later as you watch him leave the apartment. you feel colder without him there with you, the walls starting to close in and you spin on your feet, returning to your bedroom where you set the phone on your night stand and collapse on your bed.

gralex is quick to get up from her perch on your pillows, pressing up against you as she meows for attention. a sad smile curls at your lips as you drag your fingers through her fur and she begins to purr. "at least i can't disappoint you, huh girl?" you mutter and she chirps in response before beginning to knead her paws in your side. you grimace at the sting of her claws but you don't do anything to make her stop. with everyone usually only holding onto you more out of fear of losing you than anything else, you'll take the pure and unadulterated affection anywhere you can get it, even if it hurts.

soon your cat has fallen asleep, her purring coming to an unfortunate end, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. the silence is deafening and the air is too thick. you can't stay here, doing nothing, withering away until you're nothing more than a husk of the person you used to be. more than that though, you can't keep disappointing everyone around you. least of all grayson.

you stand up suddenly, rushing to your closet to put on shoes and a coat. you need to make things right with him, you have to show him that you meant what you said, that you're done being a burden.

dressed and ready, you press a kiss to the top of gralex's head and grab your keys before leaving the apartment, determination in your step.

you don't know how long you spend out - hours, if the sun sinking lower into the horizon is anything to go off of. you didn't really have a plan for what you wanted to do which meant you spent most of your time walking around, avoiding eye contact with everyone who watched your move and getting lost more than once.

the first thing you did was buy grayson flowers. you'd walked by a street vendor selling bouquets of mixed wildflowers and you couldn't resist. you made sure to choose one you know he'd like; cool colours of blue and purple and a soft floral scent that wasn't too strong, bound together with a bronze rippon.

next you'd somehow managed to find yourself in a polish grocery store where you got a box full of his favourite pastries. you doubt they'd be as good as his mother's recipes but they'd do the trick just fine.

lastly, you bought a bottle of white wine in hopes that with a bit of liquid courage, the two of you can finally get through this strange and awkward phase your friendship seems to be stuck in. you want nothing more than for things to return to how they used to be but you'll settle for just being able to move on.

by the time you get back home, the sun has gone down and you're thankful that your time out gave you a chance to think things over and clear your head.

you're somewhat surprised when you walk in and find grayson sitting on the couch, bent over himself, his eyes on the wall ahead of him and his arms crossed over his knees.

"hey, gray," you say. your voice comes out softer than you would've liked and you clear your throat. when he doesn't reply, you shift awkwardly on your feet, glancing between him and all the items in your hands. "i was thinking we could order in for dinner and for after, i got us some pastries that i think you'll like."

he stands up, slowly turning to face you with unreadable look on his face. wordlessly, he holds up your phone and your eyes widen at the sight of it. you'd forgotten it again.

"shit… gray, i-"

"do you know how many times i called you today?" he asks, cutting you off. you frown at him and open your mouth to respond but he goes on before you get the chance. "what about your mom, you wanna guess? or callie, or kennedy, or alex? hell, even kelsey gave it a try."

"gray…" you whisper, your voice cracking slightly as you say his name but he raises his other hand to stop you from going any further, his face twisting in anger.

"you promised, mc! you promised me you wouldn't forget and yet that's the first you did." he pauses for a second, his hand going to his hair as he takes a deep breath. "do you know how worried i get whenever i hear that stupid fucking voicemail of yours? do you know how many times i've had to relive that moment of you going missing because you can't just do one simple thing?"

tears begin to well in your eyes and you find it difficult to breathe, your chest tightening with each word he throws at you. "i'm sorry," you whisper, the phrase leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. you don't know what else you can say in this moment, you're not sure such words even exist.

he shakes his head and closes his eyes, tears of his own slipping down his cheeks. "that doesn't mean anything anymore!" he shouts and you involuntarily move backward. you've never seen grayson so angry, never heard him raise his voice, so to be on the receiving end of it now is jarring. "i am so terrified of losing you again but i can't keep doing this with you. i love you too much to go on like this."

your eyes widen. despite the severity of this moment, you can't help but latch onto that word and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself hope it means what you want it to. What you need it to.

"you love me?" you ask quietly and he looks at you then, an exasperated laugh leaving him.

"of course i fucking do. i've loved you for half of my life but was i was always too much of a coward to say anything."

before you even know what you're doing, you've dropped everything in your hands and started to walk towards him. you come to stand in front of him and his eyes widen slightly as you raise your hands to him but before he can say anything, you grab him by the neck and pull him down to crash your lips against his.

it's messy. it's desperate. it's so unlike what you thought kissing grayson would be like. but his arms are around you and he's holding you tight and he's kissing you back. all like his life depends on it.

he pulls away first, breathing heavily as he presses his forehead to yours. "i love you so much," he says softly, his eyes squeezed shut. "i can't lose you again."

bringing your hands up to cup his face, you let your eyes flutter shut. in the warmth of his embrace, enveloped by his cologne, you can feel yourself begin to calm down. "you won't," you reply, your voice earnest.

his hold on you suddenly tightens. "promise me."

you tilt your head back and let your lips ghost over his once more, desperate to kiss again and again until your lungs give out.

"i promise."

#i have mixed feelings about this one gang #i feel like it starts strong but then begins to fall about somewhere in the middle #idk #let me know ig #mm: grayson #mirror mine

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dojapat · 2 months ago

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Kirara Rising Chapter 3

I stood alone with my teacher, Satoru Gojo. My hands were politely held together in front of my waist. My posture was perfect except for a slight droop in my neck.

Gojo on the other hand stood slouching and leaning his lanky body on the chalkboard. Believe it or not, his standing in Jujutsu Society was higher than even my father’s. That didn’t stop my father and his contemporaries from futilely scolding Gojo for not heeding their pompous orders.

I always harbored a hidden fondness toward Gojo for this. His power and confidence was a reminder that out there change was possible. What this change could be I was never sure but he looked at all his students with such fondness. I thought we were all a part of his dubious plans.

Gojo tilted his head back to expose his neck. “What was with that sad sack shit?” He asked coyly. “I know your dad’s one of those uptight losers but I have higher hopes for you.”

I wasn’t surprised or hurt at his words. I kept my composure as I spoke. “I apologize for disappointing you. I will attempt to do better.”

“Blah blah blah” Gojo mocked me, sticking out his tongue and clapping his thumb to his other fingers to imitate a yapping mouth. “Aren’t you sick and tired of acting like a lil’ goodie goodie all the time.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know what you mean.”

“C’mon, Hoshi! I can see something in you begging… CRYING to get out. You’ve been skating by so far. But trust me…”Gojo lifted his blind fold revealing his eyes that reflected what seemed like hundreds of intricately connected shades of blue. It was an intense mosaic, steadily and almost dreadfully peering at my soul. His grin returned. “You’re destined to be something beautiful and true. After all… we both have special eyes… and one day they’ll meet on equal ground.”

I stood dumbfounded. My eyes were wide and my face was pale. Gojo might act like a fool but all the students were aware that it was just a mask to bring our guards down. Sometimes I couldn’t tell if it was to nurture us… or to one day devour us.

Suddenly my panic was interrupted. There was a familiar kick at the door. “This better be good, shithead!” A voice erupted. “I’ve got a hell of a headache and no patience for your…” his voice softened when he saw me. “Oh. Hey, Hoshi.”

He greeted me with a stiff wave. I apprehensively waved back. The blood Gojo had drained from my face rushed back to my cheeks. Gojo smugly chuckled.

“Hakari, so happy to see your shining, happy mug!” Gojo teased. His more methodical side returned and his sunny grin curled into a devious smirk once more, “I want you two to team up for a mission.”

“WHAT!?” I screamed jolting up right.

“Seriously..?,” Hakari sighed, “you could’ve texted that…”

“WHAT HAPPENED TO SORCERERS BEING SELFISH, WHY MAKE US TEAM UP!?” I sputtered the words out instinctively waving my hands wildly just to fail at convincing anyone… including myself…

“Exactly and I’m selfish enough to send you two on a mission cuz I think it’d be fun to see how you work together.”

I was stuttering trying to think of excuses while Hakari was slack jawed, dumbfounded by Gojo’s audacity.

“What do you say boys!? Wanna take on your toughest challenge yet!?” Gojo lifted his blind fold to cut eyes at us “Or will those stars in your eyes never get to shine.”

#jjk fanfic #jjk #kirara #hakari kinji #gojo satoru

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clothyume · 1 month ago

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Forgotten Homework Episode 8

Shu: "— And that’s what happened"

Kaoru: In other words, I can summarize what you said like this?

You happened to come across a bus that was going to the ‘station’, so you headed there

Then, as you expected, Kiryu-kun got motion sick

While Shu-kun was taking care of him, you didn’t notice that you’d missed your stop

And now you’re in some unknown spot deep in the mountains…

Shu: "Yes. It seems the ‘station’ that was written on the schedule was a station that’s no longer in use"

Kaoru: …They’d do that? Well, I understand you were heading to the station to catch the train. I just didn’t expect you’d end up at an abandoned station

Shu: "We were completely off the mark. We thought the station would bring us to a more familiar place than the bus stop"

Shu: "Well, it’s still fine if that’s all there is. The problems is we’ve lost our means of returning"

"Apparently the bus only comes twice a day to this abandoned stop"

"The bus we originally rode has already departed, and the next bus isn't until tomorrow"

"Even if we returned on foot we wouldn’t know which way to go, and Kiryu can’t even movie due to his car sickness"

"That’s why I’m ashamed to ask for your help now"

Chiaki: Hmm. They really are in a pinch huh

Mitsuru: …Is Kiryu~senpai okay? It’s tough not being able to walk

Shu: "He doesn’t look okay. His face is fairly pale…"

Kuro: "...He’s just exaggerating… Urp"

Shu: "A face that looks like it’s about to vomit isn’t very convincing, Kiryu"

Kuro: "Damn. How pathetic…"

Nagisa: …Let’s talk to the shooting staff. We can’t make decisions alone, including whether or not to continue filming

Mitsuru: I’m worried about Oshisan-senpai. If they’re deep in the mountains there might be a disaster?

Kaoru: I think they’re okay since they were able to contact us… What do you think the staff should do?

They called us so it’s not an emergency…?

Chiaki: (Quiet voice) The staff also seemed surprised that they ended up so far from the goal

Nagisa: …Shu-kun. For now, try your best until the time limit is up

Shu: "How am I supposed to do that!? There are country roads to my left and my right, and I don’t know which way to go"

Mitsuru: Oh, I have an idea! We just have to make where Oshisan-senpai is the destination!

Chiaki: Huh? What do you mean?

Mitsuru: See, we’re already right in front of ES, but there’s still lotsa time left, right?

That’s why we use the remaining time to go to the place where Oshisan-senpai is!

Kaoru: Ah, I get it. You’re creating a new challenge for those of us who reached the goal early

Nagisa: …I think it’s a good idea. I’m sure the programme will be happy that we have more footage

Chiaki: Although, if we’re changing the goal, we can’t decide that on our own

For now, let’s get back to ES and achieve the first goal of the programme, then we’ll tell the programme’s producer Tenma-kun’s proposal

Can you hear me, Itsuki? Please wait a little longer until we come pick you up! We’ll definitely come rescue you!

Shu: "Yes. Thank you"

Shu: …For now I want to believe that something will work out

Kuro: Sorry, Ituski. I’ve caused a lot of trouble today…

Shu: It’s not just your fault, Kiryu. That said, since when did your motion sickness become so severe

In the past, when you skipped school because you didn’t want to take supplementary lessons, I’d accompany you on the train to the neighbouring prefecture

I don’t recall your motion sickness being this intense back then…?

Kuro: Haha, oh that? I remember it well

Back then I was always scolded harshly by my mom and your grandpops

Two curious elementary schoolers messing around on the train

Then once we got tired of messing around we’d fall right asleep. We’d end up at the last unmanned station before we knew it

I didn’t know how to get home, and Icchan cried way too much. Even when I think about it now, I caused everyone around me to worry a lot

*Sigh*... I never thought I’d made the same mistake, at this age

It’s like I’m being reminded I haven’t changed since I was a kid

I really am sorry, Icchan. Urp…

Shu: If you’re going to keep apologising I’d rather you rest than talk

Kuro: Sorry. I’ll do just that…

Shu: You fell asleep as if you were fainting. Honestly, you’re pushing yourself too hard

(At any rate, all he’s done today is apologise to me)

(Does that mean that in your mind, I’m still the ‘Icchan’ that needs to be protected?)

(...I understand that the reason your still try to protect me is because of your promise to your mother)

(In your memory, I was a foolish and delicate crybaby…)

(Though I’m not the same as I was back then)

You, staff. Please keep an eye on Kiryu here.

I’m going to explore the surrounding area a bit. Although Morisawa and the others are coming to help us, we don’t know when that will be

If there’s a bus stop, it’s possible there’s a village nearby

Worst case scenario, we negotiate staying overnight there. Otherwise, there may be a means of getting back to ES that we can use

(Unlike the foolish crybaby I was back then, I’ve grown enough to help you in your weakened state… Ryu~kun)

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#VANQUISH #ensemble stars #enstars #english translation #mitsuru tenma #kaoru hakaze #chiaki morisawa #kuro kiryu #shu itsuki #nagisa ran

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leviathanverse · 1 year ago

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Chapter 28: Trapped again

I felt myself bounce slightly as I came back to my senses. Opening my ruby red eyes, I saw nothing but shiny metal.

My mind was foggy, and my brain didn't register what had happened. However, I bounced because of the object I was in again before I remembered.

Memories of everything that had happened flooded into my brain. I quickly lifted my head, and scanned my surroundings.

I remembered everything now. Zoha's screech. How I went to inspect what happened, the humans and then... nothing.

I remembered how I felt something pinch my neck, how I felt sluggish. How I collapsed. And then... everything went dark.

I snarled and looked at my wings when I noticed that they had felt a lot heavier than normal.

I snarled when I saw familiar metal objects clipped onto my wings. I looked at my tail and saw that it had also been clipped by the metal things.

I hissed and moved from side to side to try to get out. I didn't want to be trapped again! I didn't want to go back!

I heard muffled yelling from in front of me. I knew that it was the humans that had done this. Captured and caged me.

Like I was some feral animal that would kill anything in sight. I was an animal, yes, but I wasn't feral enough to just attack without reason!

I felt my heart drop as I remembered my brothers. They weren't caught too, right? They got away, right? Fled to a safer area!

I hoped so. I desperately hoped so. I didn't want them to get caught again. But... I was more worried about Zoha... my little brother.

" ZOHA!"

I yelled, and got a weak reply from behind me. I heard the humans yell, how they yelled that I had woken up from my forced slumber.

" S...Sekido?"

" Zoha?! Where are you?! Are you okay?!"

I could hear the sleepiness still linger in his voice. I jated those bastards with a burning passion. I'll make sure they die before I can escape with my brothers and-

" Where are the humans?! Sekido?! Where are they?!

I hadn't forgotten about them. Especially the emotional one. I felt bad for her, if she was captured as well.

" I... I don't know..."

I was honest. I really didn't know where the two kind humans were. I was worried for their safet. I could only show anger.

No matter how many times I try to show another emotion besides anger, it never really worked. I guessed because I was destined to be a short tempered dragon.

" But I hope that they managed to escape or got far away from these assholes."

" I didn't know you cursed."

" Of course I curse! What did you think?! I say unicorns instead of fuck?"

" I mean...."

" Oh for fuck's sake..."

I dragged a paw over my face. Well, as best as I could in the cramped space I resided in. That's when I realized that I cursed in front of my younger brother.

My eyes widened as a look of horror crossed my face. I panicked and began to yell at Zoha to NOT curse.

" Do not fucking curse! That is a command!"

" You just fucking cursed, fucking bastard!"

" Hey! Watch your motherfucking language!"

I snarled, and regretted ever cursing in front of my younger brother. Although, I was a but proud that he cursed.

It just meant that he was growing into a mature dragon. In my opinion, of course. I didn't think of how disappointed Aizetsu would be.

If he found out that Zoha knew how to curse. I shivered as I remembered how he whacked me on the head with his paws last time.

It hurt like a bitch. I heard a few groans from Karaku. He was somewhere in front of my environment. Although, his groans wet muffled.

" Karaku!"

" Where are we?! No- WHERE ARE YOU?!"

" In a place called fucking metal shit."

" ZOHA CAN CURSE?!"

I groaned in anger, too tired to deal with his shenanigans. I just hoped that he wouldn't curse in fr-

" That's fucking awesome!"

Any hope that I had left evaporated into thin air. I snarled, not pleased that everyone started to curse after they woke up.

" I thought I said that no curses!"

" You curse! Why can't we use the words shit and fuck? Is because we are younger than you?"

" Oh for the love of-"

" Shut up you fucking whore!"

" WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT WORD?!"

I was shocked he used the word "whore", which made me feel not so proud anymore. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

" Um... Oh- I don't know! Maybe the fucking sun?!"

" HOW THE HELL DOES THE S-"

" You really are a dumb bastard."

" Hah! Finally someone calls you a bastard!"

I huffed, backing down from arguing with my wide awake brothers. Except Aizetsu and Urogi. They were still knocked out.

I remained quiet, thinking. How did we get caught again? With Zoha this time?! I felt horrible that he got dragged into this shit.

I knew that we were trapped again. This time, with out or baby brother. I felt like I was the one to blame.

" Aye! What's going on? Are we in Dragon Heaven?"

Oh for fuck's sake. Urogi was wide awake. I was about to reply, telling him what was going on when I was rudely interrupted.

" Of course we are! We are so in Dragon Heaven!"

" REALLY?!"

" Of course not, you fucking idiot!"

" SINCE WHEN DID HE CURSE?!"

" Since I woke up."

He hissed, displeased by how everyone started cursing. At least Aizetsu didn't curse. He was the only one so far to not curse. Yet.

" Can everyone shut the fuck up?! We are being fucking taken somewhere! And I need to think!"

" Wait- you have a brain?!"

He facepalmed, dragging his paw to be on his nose. Dear Dragon God he hated how Zoha had ways to insult him.

" OH SHIIIIII-!"

I slid towards the wall in front of me, faceplanting against the cool metal. I felt insulted by it.

I heard people talking. A woman and a man. I bared my teeth as I thought of them being the culprits to our capture.

" I see you got quite the feisty dragons, Mrs. Yami."

" I also got the dragon you wanted. Here is your ¥340. Just as I promised."

So the woman was Yami? I growled, ears lowered as my rage bubbled inside my chest. I fucking hated her already.

" Ah! The fights will be a lot more interesting! You may use any machines! Do as you please!"

" I thank you. Drive to the muzzle barn. I'll see you all there after discussing some business with our dealer."

And the object I was trapped in moved again. I just hoped that my brothers and I would be freed again.

Hopefully the humans escaped. I didn't want to think about what that cruel woman would do to them.

Whatever her intentions were, I knew that they would be nothing but evil. I thought of many things of what her intentions were.

But I was unsure. She could kill the humans in front of us, or use them as an advantage to make us battle other dragons.

" Well... I don't like what I heard..."

" Welcome to the real world where everything is fucked up."

" Who taught you that foul word?"

" He taught himself."

" Well... don't use that word again."

" I bet that he won't listen."

I sighed and waited for... whatever was going to happen next. We were still caught, but as a family this time. Not like last time.

I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. I just didn't know what. I could only focus on the safety of my brothers and the two humans.

I waited, hoping that it wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.

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#demon slayer #hantengu clones dragon au #dragon hantengu clones au #angry oc with a hatred for humans #the hunter assassin book #hantengu #sekido #urogi #karaku #aizetsu #zohakuten

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darkboysroadtrip · 4 months ago

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As they walk Antha lifts into the sky every now and then to make sure they're still on their course.

They've been walking for around fifteen minutes now, the long grasses were hard to trudge in and Thomas got tired of trying to keep up and annoyed at how much he was tripping and being tangled, being four is hard when everything is big.

So Patton has him on his back now, Thomas dozing in and out of sleep every few seconds.

The long grass turns into a dirt pathway, it's not far now until the cemetery.

The sky gets darker with every minute that passes and with the last five or so minutes that have passed to get to their destination it's almost completely darkened.

They stand before a rickety metal gate with broken hinges and rusty fencing.

Antha blows the gate open and zooms off to look at the tombstones.

She's not exactly sure where Melody is buried but she knows it's here somewhere.

It doesn't take her long to find it though, she guides them to the worse for wear grave.

It reads:

Meoldy Hugo.

Beloved Daughter, from a loving mother.

Beloved Mother to a sweet little boy.

And Beloved Niece to a brave aunt.

Loved by the community sadly taken too soon.

1971 - 1993

Antha kneels at her daughters grave, her hand resting on the face of it.

Her own face is saddened to read of how young Melody was when she died.

Antha looks over to the grave next to Melody's, it's her own, her eyes narrow at the empty grave but then turns to fire when she notices the one next to hers.

The fire in her eyes turn quite literally when she destroys the already crumbling stone then turns her attention to the children.

Her eyes soften at them before she swirls herself around the group, surrounding them in a ghostly hug.

She then floats to the back of Melody's grave and hovers there.

Logan walks up first, she takes the locket out of her pocket.

The others walk up in front of the grave with Logan.

"I wish we could have known you more" Patton says.

"Yeah" Virgil agrees, "having a ghost friend around would be super cool."

"Imagine the pranks we could pull!" Remus adds.

"No one would see them coming" Dee says.

Antha laughs a silent little laugh at the children's thoughts.

Logan looks up at Antha, her brows knit together in confusion which is not something that happens often.

"I'm not sure what this feeling is but..." she trails off trying to think of her words, "I feel a kind of connection with you and I'm going to miss you."

Antha smiles down at Logan, she cups her cheek and kisses her forehead.

Logan smiles, for reasons unknown to herself soft tears start to fall and she tries to wipe them away but they won't go.

She kneels with the still falling tears and digs a hole deep enough so the locket wouldn't get dug up.

For once she doesn't care about how dirty she is, the mud on her hands and under her nails don't seem to bother her as of right now.

She looks up from her position on the ground to see softness in Antha's eyes.

"Bye" her voice comes out softer than expected, she places the locket in the hole and buries it.

Almost immediately Antha starts to glow, a bright brilliant silver with sparkles and streaks of elegant blues.

Her form twirls and swirls, she's practically dancing around them as her form changes from her ghostly aura to a more solid person.

The deathly paleness of her tanned skin leaves her, the shining spots on her face and arms stay shining however more freckle looking than before, her hair is now tamed from the water like movements it had.

Her dress is now cleaned and devoid of rips and the gash around her throat has vanished.

For the first time she's able to speak to them.

"Thank you, all of you" she glances to each one of them -tenderness solid in her words- "I would never be able to thank you enough, you seven have made my last moments as a spirit wonderful, not to mention the only ones to ever even try to help."

"Of course we would" Patton says, "we couldn't not."

Antha smiles "I hope you keep that kindness and tenderness in your hearts, the world needs more of it."

One last glance around, she ends on Logan.

She lands her hand on Logan's head petting her, "I must go now, I wish nothing but amazingness and joy for you - all of you."

And then in a brilliant flash, she's gone.

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crazygemini-world · 2 years ago

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Here's a guzma x older male reader

Guzma = in his 20's/reader= 30

So I'm a sucker for appreciation/comfort and sibling figure in anime and for me Guzma would feel like a burden if he'd talk about his worries to the team(he feels like he needs to be strong for them) so what better but a older brother who knows him like the back of his hands ?

Mentions:theres a theory that Guzma was abuse by his father so warning because it will mention it (and no I don't glorify abuse but I think it's a possibility that what happen to him because of the clues in the game)

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Guzma always act as if everythings alright or at least try,there's somedays he'd lock himself away in his room and would not come out for days.But this time was different and Plum's worried cause's it's been five days,Guzma still didn't come out,not even to eat.

Seeing the way things are going she decides to go and look for someone who she knows would be able to understand and talk to Guzma,his brother.She knows very little about him she heard once while going to talk to Guzma that he was living not to far from Po town so Plum started to search and After hours without success she stumble upon a man with a Beautifly and a Ribombee.He was crafting something ? like a scarf with matching colors with the Beautifly.

She then noticed the similarities of features he had in common with Guzma,the eyes the nose,the jaw .It was without any doubt the one she was searching for.Plum slowly came up behind the older man but before being able to speak a Meowth alart him of her presence.

He turn around with surprise, he's three pokemons on the ready to fight.

"I ain't here to fight ya man !I actually need ya help..."

"My help ?Wait,are you Plumeria ?"

"Yeah that's me"

"Excuse me for that *shows pokemons*I've been provocked in a fight by surprise and dis not like it"

"That's alright but ya are Guzma brother's right ?"

"I am,he told you about me ?"

"Na I learnt about while interupting one of your calls"

"Oh alright,so what do you need help for ?"

"Guzma been locked up in his room for days and we can't get him to get out even to eat"

"How long ?"

"five days"

"Lead the way"

Without any information he got up and,followed by his pokemons,followed Plumeria to Po Town. Once arrived he doesn't bother to introduce himself,he just go straight to Guzma room with the indecations Plum told him the way .

Once arrived to his destination he slowly knocks on the door.

"Guzma ?"

He hear a sudden shuffling of fabrics then the door unlock in a seconde .Now in front of him was a tired Guzma looking more like a mess then usual,puffy eyes,in baggy clothes which looks more bigger on him than they should,he overall looked fragile.

"Y/n...?"

"hey...is it alright if...I come in ?"

Guzma nods slightly and stand out the ways to let his brother enter his room.Y/n pokemons stayed guarding the door to prevent any curious to heavedrop on them.

The room was a mess but less than he expected.Guzma didn't bother to try to do the tough guy,he went for a hug and started crying.Y/n knew what it could be related to,but did not know what trigger it.While hugging him back he slowly bring them to the floor.He didn't want Guzma to fall because of his state.

"Now breathe,you're safe,you're with me.Please tell me what happened."

Guzma now calmer stayed silent a little moment then proceed to explain.

"I saw Kukui and he told me that I wasn't going to acheive anything and then he moved his arm and...it...it made me go back and...."

Y/n thighten his hug knowing what he was going to say all too well

"I was so scared,I won't stop getting nightmares and...and...what if he comes back or..."

Not letting him finish,he push him away enough that Guzma look at him in his eyes.

"What happen with dad is over.I handled it.He will NEVER hurt you again and don't forget that you have your friends and me to protect you !"

"...really ?"

"Have I ever lied to you ?"

"If ya did ,I never found out"

While finally smiling the brothers stay a little more alone talking about all and nothing.Y/n even managed to make Guzma laugh.After sometime Guzma changed clothes,took a shower (he needed it) and finally goes out his room tightly holding Y/n hand's.

"Ya got him to finally go out ?"

"Yes,he's alright now"

"I'm right here ya now"

Then all of the grunts started to ask if he was okay,if he needed anything,telling that they're happy to see him.That's when he realise that in a corner his brother was smiling.He smiled back he was happy.

#x male reader #pokemon #skull leader guzma #siblings

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imagoddamnonionmason · 5 months ago

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Hiya Goose! For the ask game pls!

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)? (Ghost and Franca)

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates? (Frank and Jodie)

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them? (Soap and Nannete)

Witch, my lovely, my dear <3 I hope you enjoy this answer ^u^

Ghost and Franca

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

Firstly, it depends on the meaning of intimacy. Now, I'm guessing this question intends it to mean anything from like... physical affection to sexual relations right? (lmao I sound so robotic-)

It's a complicated answer because 1) Ghost is a very complex character and has had things happen to him in the past which would affect this and 2) Franca is pretty much the same, just... less trauma. Or trauma for entirely different reasons.

So, with that in mind, I would say it would most like depend on the context; smaller actions of intimacy, touches, kisses, hugs, being physically close with each other, that would be a mutual kind of thing. There would be silent conversation, little looks to make sure everything is ok, that they're both comfortable. It gets a little easier the longer they're in the relationship.

Sexual intimacy? At first that would most likely be initiated via a conversation by Franca; to understand where they stand on that kind of thing. To understand what the best way to navigate those feelings is without causing any more harm to Ghost given his past. Franca would be super understanding (also she'd want to stab anyone who had ever harmed Ghost with a rusty needle even though he's twice her size and can handle himself).

By that point, it would most likely be verbal affirmation that they both want this.

Verbal consent is sexy and very much needed for the both of them.

Frank and Jodie

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

Frank tends to drive on longer journeys while Jodie will have a map in her lap and giving directions. I can imagine that they both really plan out their travels prior to even entering the car (if it's a new destination). Imagine Frank settling the map on the dining room table, pouring over it, to then call Jodie over to double check that 1) she's good with the route plan and 2) there isn't an easier way that Frank might have missed.

All I can imagine, too, is that Frank's military training would probably kick in with this so if they got lost, something went wrong, they'd be pulled the car over, placing the map and relevant tools on the bonnet and both working together to figure out where to go from there.

Soap and Nanette

If there wasn't enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Ok, I'm best using an example because to help my brain put the image into words:

Imagine they're at an airport, flight is delayed for some reason, and they're having to wait in the terminal. All but one of the seats is taken and John would be near sprinting to it to make sure it doesn't get taken. He stands by it, like a guard dog, giving a stern look to anyone that might be eyeing it up. He'd then take his wife's bag, huddle the luggage together and make sure Nanette is comfortable on the seat.

For himself? He probably props himself up against the wall next to them, if there's no wall, then he would stand with his hand rested on the back of the seat, close to her. After a while, Nanette would insist he takes the seat for a bit, cause she doesn't like that he's just standing about, possibly getting tired. He'd compromise by either sitting on the floor next to her. But he wouldn't be taking her seat, not at all.

If there are no seats at all and he could sense Nanette getting tired, guaranteed he'd find something to sit on and then pull her to his lap and he'd become the seat lol.

When they have the baby, he'd be even more adamant that any seats are taken by his wife and child first, before himself.

#hope you enjoyyyyy!!#gooseanswers #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #mw oc #canon x oc #Simon Riley x oc #John mactavish x oc #frank woods x oc #woods/bell oc #soap/nanette #ghost/major #frank/jodie

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storee-stories · 1 year ago

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Road Trip to Nowhere

This is a spiel about my journey through school as a gifted kid turned ‘failure’.

For context, in The Land Down Under (Australia), you need to rack up hours of logged driving to get off your learner’s permit where a person with a full licence must accompany you every time you drive. Whenever I mention “hours”, I mean getting logged time to be able to get to do the driving test!

TW: mentions of car crashes, near misses, etc. Nothing graphic (although there’s one part that was a punch in the face to reread after forgetting about this for 2 years lol)

Unedited, lazy, old work… idk just read it. If it makes sense it makes sense ig whatever

I feel like I’m on a road trip.

Driving through life, changing speeds, turning corners

People I’ve met along the way in the back seats, screaming, laughing, conversing

Enjoying themselves while I keep my eyes on the road

I feel like I’m on a road trip

Making sure everyone in the back seats stay happy and content while I drive

Never taking my eyes off of what’s far in front of me

Looking for all the things my parents taught me when I was learning

“Keep your eyes on the peripherals, just in case something happens”

“Don’t worry, you’re going to have an accident eventually. It won’t be too bad, I’m sure”

“Keep your speed up, you’re doing so well, keep going!”

“Just keep going, we’re almost there, then we’ll all be happy, and you will too!”

I feel like I’m on a road trip

Where every shoulder has glass, providing only a small path that I can go

Where every pothole or piece of debris feels like the end of the world for the car and the people in the back

Where every passing car seems to be heading in the right direction, not my direction

I feel like I’m on a road trip

With my eyes, black dabbed beneath them, slowly starting to close, exhaustion breaking in

“Are you ok?”

“They’re fine! We’re almost there, right? How much further?”

“Only a few more kilometers,” my parents say, “then we turn left for the next leg. You’ll make it, right?”

“Um, I’m not sure… I’m getting tired-”

“But that’s such a large portion of hours wasted! You’ll be fine, you just gotta keep going. We believe in you, you haven’t struggled before!”

The kilometers drag on. Most people have gotten off at different places, now only certain people remain. Usually adults.

I keep pushing through, keeping every yawn, every anxious tear, down as to not make my parents upset.

I’m supposed to be able to get through it, right? They didn’t care when I said I was tired last time, why would they now?

With a white-knuckled grip, and wide eyes, I forced myself to keep driving

I feel like I’m on a road trip

That I’ve been driving on for too long,

My attention beginning to slip, and periods of time go unnoticed and irrecoverable to my mind

I stopped remembering how long I had been driving, like I had logged out

I liked logging out, it made it easier to bear the strain and exhaustion I was carrying

The problem came when I logged back on

“What are you doing, get back in your lane!” My mother screamed

I swerved to avoid a massive truck that narrowly missed us. When had I gone over the line?

“What was that? You can’t let that happen again, you nearly got us hurt, I’m so scared!”

“Sorry…”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, you say it all the time. Just don’t do it again. You usually never do stuff like that, get it together!” My father said

I feel like I’m on a road trip

Seemingly never ending, to get to one destination, and then inevitably come back

It’s really no wonder I feel so tired, and why I’m struggling. Avoiding those potholes and that debris on the road used all my energy in the first part of the journey, and because I’ve had no rest, I’ve lost focus and become more complacent.

But because my parents are constantly hovering over me, expecting me to do my best all the time, and not suspecting something else is causing these lapses, I’m not willing to admit something is wrong and I need to stop.

Because they won’t approve.

I feel like I’m on a road trip

Where all the trees and flowers fly swiftly past

Where the black bitumen stretches for miles

Where my eyes struggle to stay focussed in the dark night

A road trip where I’ve been driving for too long

Ignoring the “Take a Break” signs posted on the sides of the road

Where I’m slowly losing control

Where I’m slowly losing consciousness

“I was on a road trip,” I say, tears constricting my throat.

“And I think I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of fire crackling and someone screaming for me to get out…”

“Why didn’t you take a break from driving? A learner should know their limits.”

“I wasn’t allowed to.”

“Who said you weren’t allowed to?”

“…my parents.”

“So you didn’t stop to take a much needed rest, just because your parents said you didn’t need to?”

“…yes.” It sounds stupid. So stupid. From an outside perspective, it looks ridiculous. Allowing your parents to put your life and their life on the line for some hours of driving?

“Kid, do you know who was in the other car?”

“Huh?”

“The other car,” said the man, “the one over there?”

He pointed to a wrecked suv, on it’s side, fluids, glass and metal strewn everywhere. Pieces that had been cut laid next to it.

“No…”

“There was a family of 4 in there. A child, a teenager, and two parents.”

I just stared. It didn’t seem real.

“Only 2 survived, a child and the father.”

I just stood there. No tears, no overwhelming fear… I feel tired.

“The child, the teen, and the mother. You know them, correct?”

I feel tired. “Yes.”

“Well, now you don’t”

I turned to him, caught off guard. He had already left, though.

He was walking away, towards the countless lights and sirens bouncing around the road.

I feel like I’m on a road trip

Gone horribly wrong

I looked around.

I feel like I should be searching for something, something important

Nothing comes to mind immediately.

“I wonder how Banjo is right now.”

I don’t know why my mind went to the golden scruff of our dog

Rather than my mother

Or my father

Or my friends

Or the other family

But it did

“He probably misses us.”

He doesn’t know any better

I think that’s why

Why my brain went to him rather than the people I hurt

Because, unlike the people around me

Banjo was the only one that hadn’t hurt someone

He’s the only soul that held absolutely no hate

He had done nothing in his short life to make anyone upset

Happiness following the clinking of his collar and tag

Unlike the people of the other car

And my car

My car had people who had uttered words that forever dented and scratched someone’s soul

Most of those words were towards me

And if not me, people around me

People, who I used my torn skin to stretch, and protect them with

I had even protected them from each other, in some cases

My car was filled with so much hate

Hate and ill will towards anyone

Of course I could assume the other car had hurt carried inside it, too

I knew them, after all

And, while it’s cruel, maybe the crash wasn’t too bad for them after all

I feel like I was on a road trip

Steered by my parents to result in failure

Which I was blamed for

Because I was naive enough,

as a child with adult responsibilities,

To listen to them and not force my boundaries

“I was on a road trip”

I reiterate to the hundredth person

“I was travelling, I fell asleep, we crashed.

“I understand that it was ridiculous of me to continue driving while tired but you have to understand-“

“We understand enough” they say

Their eyes glistened with hatred pointed at me

And sadness pointed within

“We’ll let you get some rest, which you obviously need, and we’ll continue tomorrow”

They treat me like a child

Obviously guilty for something silly

Except that silly thing

Ruined lives

And somehow

It’s my fault

For the failure of my guides

#writing #school #gifted kid burnout #gifted kid syndrome #gifted kid things #gifted kid problems #gifted kid turned failure #academic validation #academic failure #low effort

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