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chaeiimimi · 3 years

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13 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can't handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

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"i'm pregnant"

Oikawa looks back at her like its the most ridiculous thing she has ever said

"that has nothing to do with me, I never touched you" he says and was about to leave when Himari spoke

"yes it does Oikawa, I told the media you're the father"

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!" he was angry now, as much as he wants to strangle the lady , it was below him to hurt women

"what do you expect? The media thinks we're dating" she says, eyes on the ground

"who's the father?" Oikawa asks as he pinches his nose bridge in frustration

"a barista, from Argentina"

"then tell the media that"

"You don't understand-my image Oikawa you gotta help me"

The audacity of this woman never fails to mesmerize him, after all she's done she still has the guts to ask hin for help

"you really had the guts to ask me that when you almost ruined my family huh?"

Himari looks at him with pleading eyes

"look, I'm not going to play as the father of that child, y/n and my twins, it's going to hurt them" he says as he takes a deep breath

"then I'm just going to keep telling the media that you're the father who refuse to take responsibility then"

"you dont wanna play this game with me Himari, for a fully grown adult with a successful modeling career, you're still a child throwing a temper tantrum" and with that he left the house

He was shaking in anger, he needed you to be there with him, he needed you to calm him down

That night Oikawa wenr home to you crying on the couch while the twins were fast asleep

He slowly walks up to you "bubs the rumor- Himari she's- I'm not"

You sush him as you pulled him close and hugged hum tightly

"I know Tooru, you maybe an ass but I know you won't sleep with your ex's cousin" you say in between sniffles, Oikawa chuckles

"especially with someone as ugly as Himari"

The next few days was hell, you couldn't bring yourself to go to work due to the humiliation, you stayed at home watching over the twins

Every single day, Himari would just come out with fabricated receipts and false statement

She even acused you of always trying to steal Oikawa away from her since high school

The comments were tormenting to read, a lot of hateful and death threats on there, it was so disturbing

Oikawa's two week vacation was cut off as he was working with a company to arrange a press conference

The Aoba Josai former volleyball club showed their support, they constantly visited you and the twins especially Maki who had a lot of time on his hands , by now they already know they are Oikawa's sons

His team from Argentina heard about what was happening and some of them decided to fly to Japan to show their support

Iwaizumi and Akira came to your house practically everyday and brings good food

Honestly, you felt quite assured that a lot of people really care for you amd you weren't fighting this battle alone

Your parents even went to the hometown of Himari's parents to talk to them about the situation and they said Himari wouldn't listen to them

After a week of non-stop lies from Himari, it was time for Oikaw to step on the podium in front of flashing cameras

Some of his teammates and coach were there to show support, Iwaizumi, Issei and Maki were also there, they were both holding the twins, which has been the center of the attention for a while now

In the matter of seconds, the press conference has already begun

Akira was with you at home since you couldn't go to the press conference, the media was just going to crush you and your sef confidence was deteriorating because of all the hate you were recieving

"as you all know about the issue between me and model Sato Himari, first thing's first, me and her are not a thing, we are not lovers, we are not exes, I have been single for two years and the last girl I've dated is her cousin l/n y/n, who I'm currently dating again now"

There were a lot of murmurs going around the room but Oikawa was quick to silence them

"Y/n and I have been dating ever since we were in second year of high school, we dated for nine years and broke up two years ago, because of Himari slandering her in front of our head coach and I have proofd for that"

Oikawa clicks the little remote on his hand as the huge projector showed screenshot of Humari's and his Coach's messeges, it also showed a lot of pictures of you and Oikawa from Hugh School, contradicting Himari's statement that you tried to steal him in higgh school

"we are now back together and sharing our lives with our children who are twins Haruto and Hayato"

The press whipped their heads towards the twins who were pointing at Oikawa and giggling, the media awww-ed at the sight

"handsome aren't they? Yeah my lovely girlfriend gave birth to them" of course he was Oikawa

"as for Himari's pregnancy, I am positive that I am not the father of that baby, she told me that herself, if she denies it I'll gladly take a dna test when the baby is born so that I can expose more of her lies"

There were a lot of whispers going around, his teammates, ex-teammates and coach gave him a thumbs up

"I have been talking with my lawyers and I will be taking legal actions regarding this, that is all, thank you"

So I decided to post the last chapter tomorrow because I am going to change it, yes, that's how impulsive my ass is BSBSHSHSH anyways thank you so much to those who supported this until the end, I love y'all💖! Stay safe and happy luvs!

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llendrinall · 4 years

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Here's a prompt for you.

Draco and Harry are dating and taking it slow (no one is aware & they started dating after the both of them had begun to go to therapy and heal a bit) and while they've together for a year (now its not somethin that either of them hide but they also dont go out and pronounce anything) they find an orphanage in the muggle world and they hang out with the kids and end up falling inlove with between 1-4 of the kids over time and both the Weasley's and Malfoy's find out about their relationship when they show up with their newly adopted child/ren.

"I thought you knew we were together"

"We thought you were becoming friends Harry!"

Draco saw the kid first. Not that it matters, but Harry claims that it was all his idea when, in truth, Draco saw the kid first and immediately knew what was going to happen. This is Harry, after all. Draco could have distracted Harry, insist they took the other exit of the restaurant, anything. But he did none of that because (don’t tell anyone this) Draco Malfoy might have a heart of his own and he was curious about the kid sitting under a lamppost with a book.

His names is Liam and he was doing homework. There is a lounge in the orphanage where, theoretically, children can do their homework. But the place is very noisy and there are some older kids who pick on Liam. Unless it’s raining heavily, Liam prefers to be outside where he can have some peace. He could go to the library and he usually takes refuge there, but it closes early on Fridays.

They had just had dinner, but they go back to the restaurant so Liam can work at a table where is warm and well lighted. The waitress gets Liam extra bacon in his sandwich and doesn’t charge them for it.

Harry surprises Draco because he doesn’t immediately take Liam with him, even though it’s clear that’s what he wants to do. He does say he would like to visit Roberta Clark’s Children Home and looks softly pleased when Draco says he will go with him.

They have been together for almost a year now, soft and tentative and careful because they both want this and are afraid to ruin it with a false step. They have just started to talk about living arrangements, although in a very vague way. Tonight, however, Draco begins a ruthless campaign against Harry’s house which is well located in London, yes, but it doesn’t have a garden unlike Draco’s house in Virginia Water, and it has one less room than Draco’s (not accounting for the music room), and it’s very dark. Draco can’t imagine children growing up happy here. Poor Sirius. And poor Regulus.

Harry is pissed, which is further proof that he needs Draco in his life because, Morgana, is he easy to read and manipulate.

That Thursday the two of them visit Roberta Clark’s Children Home where they are welcomed by the rudest social worker to ever plague the Earth. The deputy Director isn’t much better. She doesn’t like it when Harry points they have mold on the walls, all twenty-three times.

(This is one of the many reasons Draco loves him. For a hero of the light, Harry is a terror).

Draco walked in there knowing fully well they were going to adopt Liam, hence his campaign for the Virginia Water’s house because no child of his will grow up in Grimmauld Place. Children who grow up in Grimmauld Place become unhappy adults who die before their time. Draco thought that maaaaybe Harry still believed he was only going to show an interest in the institution and hand them money to improve the living conditions; but Draco knew there was no way Harry would leave Liam in there. The kid is eleven! An orphan! Harry can lie to himself all he wants. He will be Liam’s legal father inside a month.

What Draco didn’t expect was to get a child of his own.

Her name is Jamie, JamieTheGirl. There is a boy named Jamie and simply Jamie, not JamieTheBoy, because Jamie is a boy’s name. This is explained to Draco in a rush, with a mixture of pain and bratty attitude that speaks to him directly. JamieTheGirl hates her name, her haircut, the horrible dress she is forced to wear and Mister Gladwell, who is the rude social worker. JamieTheGirl wanted to know if Liam is lying, because Liam said he knew them (them being Draco and Harry) but Liam is eleven and everybody knows that nobody wants kids older than ten. Seven is best. JamietheGirl is nine so she could still be adopted, but she has been informed by multiple sources that nobody will ever want her because a) she has a bad attitude, b) she has a boy’s name and c) she is not cute enough.

“My name is Draco,” is all Draco can say. He is already vowing to hunt down those multiple sources who told Jamie she was less than perfect. “It’s not a bad name but it’s not a good one either.”

JamieTheGirl agrees.

Now that they are going to adopt two children it’s all the more reason to live in the Virginia Water’s house, which has more room and a very nice garden. They can always apparate the kids to their school in London. If Harry refuses to apparate (sometimes Harry exhibits some very weird ideas about magic and luxury) Draco will get a car. Not even a magical car, and actual muggle car. He will buy one and take the kids to school. Actually, they should go tomorrow to check the house and start the arrangements.

Harry stares at Draco. He is sitting on the kitchen counter in his stupid house in Grimmauld Place, eating Chinese food from the box as if he weren’t a filthy rich man, hero of the wizarding world. Draco loves him so much.

“What do you mean adopt?” Harry says.

“Oh, like this was going to go any other way.” Draco says, rolling his eyes. If the place had merely been overcrowded and noisy Harry would have contented himself to play the benefactor role and pay for renovations. But there was mold in twenty-three spots, the social worker made Snape look charming and evidently none of the adults in charge had any idea of what the children were going through and, even worse, what they were getting up to.

Draco knows Harry. It is a mere question of how quickly they can get the paperwork ready.

“I’m still going to do something about the place.” Harry argues, of course he does. He won’t simply take a kid and forget about the rest. But he is already thinking of all the wonderful things he will teach Liam. Draco can see it in his eyes.

They get married two weeks later, for the paperwork, but in essence they got married that night when Draco laid the rest of their lives before them and Harry realized that Draco knew him better than himself and that he still wanted to be with him.

They move to the Virginia Water’s house in early January. Liam can’t believe that he has been adopted, so he takes the fact that they are both wizards in stride. The adoption is much harder to believe than the fact that people can do actual magic. Also, he has his own room. His. With a door that he can close. The fact that he doesn’t have to hide his books so they won’t be stolen takes enough of Liam’s attention that he can’t worry about such unimportant things as magic.

JamieTheGirl is both easier and harder. She is easier because she desperately wanted to be out of the Children’s Home, and harder because she is naturally distrustful and very intelligent. Not to say that Liam is not distrustful or smart, but he is old enough to be jaded. Liam expects something bad to happen and he is willing to take it. He, like Harry, is stupid enough to believe that he can take new abuse if he also gets some comfort in exchange.

(note: Draco is going to piss on Dumbledore’s grave).

The first month is difficult, but once both Liam and JamieTheGirl act out and see there are no bad consequences, that they are not beaten or returned to the Children’s Home, they settle happily. JamieTheGirl asks to have her name changed, please, she will take a constellation name if they want to, just let her have a different name. They are enrolled in a new school and Draco buys a car and hires a chauffeur who happens to be a squib and there is no need for Harry to look at him that way.

Things are good.

It’s cold outside, the garden is dry and ugly, it rains nonstop for two weeks… but everything is good and nice. If Sean were here he would have something interesting to say about it. Everything in Sean is ugly, but he knows how to take the painful things and make them sweet, and he would know how to put into words that the world outside the house is ugly right now, but it’s also nice.

Draco feels Harry go rigid at the same time as him. “Who?” Draco says calmly just as Harry asks “What?”.

Sean is an ugly case. He was adopted when he was eight but he was returned a few months later. Nobody knows why although there is a lot of speculation. He often got himself beaten in school and once by Mister Murphy (“Who?”, “It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t work there anymore”, “Give me a detailed description of Mister Murphy, please”.) He is fifteen now so nobody will adopt him and Mister Gladwell says he will amount to nothing. Despite what Mrs Oxley says (Mrs Oxley is the deputy Director) Sean is not a criminal. He goes with bad people, sure, but he never stole Liam’s books and he even showed him a couple of hiding places. He is not bad at all.

On Friday they welcome Sean home. Just at the same time Mr Gladwell, Mrs Oxley, Mr Murphy and a criminal gang from the South Bank all suffer completely coincidental and unrelated accidents.

Sean is a young criminal. He is tough and hard, actively cultivating a mean strike and horrifyingly traumatized.

He is also deeply protective of Liam and Jamie. It’s heartbreaking.

Fortunately, Harry was also deeply traumatized at his age. It’s a horrible thought to have, but for once Harry is grateful for all that pain because he knows how Sean feels, he understands, and he can help.

No, Sean can’t have a wand or try magic. Yes, he still has to go to school. No, he can’t take the car. No, no smoking and no drinking either. Come along, you are going to take fighting classes.

Which might seem counter-productive. Do not teach the young delinquent to fight, yadda, yadda. Harry spent all of his fifteen year wanting to punch someone and Sean has this freaked-out look in the eyes that says he doesn’t trust Harry or Draco and that he wants to protect Jamie and Liam. The fighting classes make him feel more in control and they mellow him. Also, by the third time Draco has a tiff and demands to talk to the headmaster about Liam’s class placement, his math grades, Jamie’s English grades, and just-what-did-that-woman-insinuate-I-swear; something visibly relaxes in Sean.

(Not even Liam knows what his Biology teacher said that upset Draco. The next week they have the lovely Miss Quintrell instead and the whole class is happy so Liam doesn’t question it).

And suddenly it’s March and Ron’s birthday and there is a celebration at the Burrow. Harry arrives with his family and a well-structured explanation of how he is now the legal father of Sean, Liam and Possibly-Berenice (they are still trying names). He is really good at it. He gives a simple step by step account of the process, with helpful asides and clarifying details, everything. There is just this one thing. A small detail, really. An assumption that is not supported by reality.

“Mate, I’m very happy for you,” Ron says. “We all are. But, you never mentioned you were dating Malfoy and I believe I speak for everyone when I say it’s a shock.”

And, to be fair, nobody can say they are actually surprised that Harry showed up with three orphans. But Malfoy, well… Malfoy is something else. They thought Harry was merely befriending him, or possibly adopting him like he tried to do with Neville. The dating thing is a big mental shift.

“We are married,” Draco says, and then, at their stares, more quietly, “it was more convenient? For the paperwork?”.

There is a lot of “Harry Potter you did not get married without telling us” and “Harry Potter how could you just get married without a ceremony” and “you know we have been developing these party fireworks how could you do this to us” and Molly red-faced, waving a finger, “did you tell your parents, young man?” and it takes everyone, everyone, thirty seconds to realize she is not addressing Harry, but Draco, and Merlin’s pants, he did not, he didn’t tell them. Draco married Harry, moved with him and adopted three kids and his father doesn’t know, which goes a long way to ingratiate Draco with everyone, because Lucius Malfoy has not heard of this.

It also has the unexpected but very welcome benefit of making Sean laugh. Liam says Sean hasn’t laughed in years.

(And of course less than a month later the three kids have a hand-knit sweater, of course they do. Possibly-Berenice’s has a pattern of stars, pending her choosing a permanent name).

#asks #harry potter #draco malfoy #verse: Harry adopting left and right #Anonymous #textpost

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honiboyyoon · 5 years

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The CEO’s Son (M)

Your relationship with your boss’ son was never one HR would approve of...

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: almost 4k

Warnings: smut, dont let someone talk to you like this at your work, jungkook having a size kink

A/N: LITHEN rayan wrote a jungkook size kink blurb and lotte kook came for my fucking throat and im not sorry!!!! reni get the four loko,,, bete.., i inked

When you first landed this internship, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. The internship was actually well paying, incredibly insightful to your field once you graduated university, and you would even go as far as to say-although incredibly nerdy of you- it was very fun. Overall this internship at Jeon Enterprises was a dream come true. It was almost too good to be true, and that’s because it was. The bane of your existence as of late was your boss’ overly flirtatious, pompous, and ridiculously attractive son. Jeon Jungkook. With his stupid shaggy hair, God you simutanilousy wanted to run your hands through it to sniff it but also shave it off his stupid head. Then there was his stupid face, and his stupid body. You didn’t think a guy in a suit could affect you as much as it did, but here you are, ogling him from your desk as he’s stopped at the water cooler. As if sensing your stare, Jungkook turns his head and you two briefly make eye contact before you redirected your gaze to your computer screen. Yes, pretend like you’re doing work, he definitely didn’t catch you staring at him. As if he could hear your thoughts, Jungkook saunters over to you with a shit eating smirk plastered onto his face. I would give up my employee discount to slap that right off you think to yourself.

“How do you get any work done when your staring at me all day, baby?” Jungkook coos, he’s leaning against your cubicle divider, and his crossed arms are pulling his already tight fitting shirt more taught against his muscles.

“How do you have so much money, yet still can’t find a shirt that’s actually your size?” Your tone is falsely sweet but it has Jungkook grinning wider.

“Y’been staring at my bod that much to notice huh, Y/N?” This is your relationship with your CEO’s shit head son. He flirts, you sass and flirt back, you go home insanely sexually frustrated, rinse and repeat.

Your thoughts are interrupted by one of your supervisors reminding everyone of a meeting in five minutes. Everyone around you slowly shuffles to the meeting room down the hall, and you get up from your chair and begin your way towards the boardroom when you hear a low whistle, “damn, have I ever told you that that’s my favourite skirt on you? Your ass looks amazing, babe” Jungkook is still resting against your cubicle, chin poised on the palm of his hand. Of course he didn’t have to go to the meeting, he was the CEO’s son.

“In your dreams” you’d be lying if you said your heart did beat a little faster when these exchanges occurred.

“Oh but we do!” he mockingly groans and grips harder onto your cubicle wall, “at least four or five times a night!”

You only answer back with a scoff and a shake of your head as you make your way down the hall.

Once the meeting has begun, your supervisor informs the interns that those that are the most promising and likely to be hired on once graduated, will be given more work, to better prepare them for what life is really like and Jeon Enterprises. After a few grumbles your supervisor assigns days to each one of you, stating that you will work a sort of “over-time”, to get you used to times of the year where the typical 9-5 just simply isn’t enough hours in the day. You’re assigned Tuesday nights, and will begin tonight. Forcing a smile on your face as you accept your that your plans tonight are now ruined, you thank your supervisor for the opportunity. It’s not until you’re walking back to your desk do you realize that you in fact, did not actually have plans anyways, you never really do, but the option to make plans is always nice to have.

As you near your desk you notice Jungkook is poised against your cubicle wall again, as if he never left.

“Are you stalking me now, Jeon?” You tut, a smirk finding itself on your lips without you even realizing it.

“Just wanted to make sure your seat was clean,” he pulls your chair back for you as if he’s an actual gentleman, as you sit down in it he comes around to the front of you and sits on the edge of your desk, “and this one of course.” He circles his face with his hand.

“Well, it’s good to know you at least recognize the importance of giving good oral when you have the world’s smallest dick.” You turn to your computer before you can see the dark look that flashes through Jungkook’s eyes. He leans down closer to your ear and quietly says, “oh, you have no idea.” And with that Jeon Jungkook leaves you with a tingling ear and damp panties.

It’s about ten minutes later when you hear a ping and see a message bar show up on the corner of your screen. Clicking the flashing bar, your heart does a little flip as once you see who the message is from.

Jeon Jungkook

8=========D

“What the fuck?” you chuckle under your breath, hands already typing a reply on their own accord.

Y/N L/N

Did you just send me a dick pic??

Y/N L/N

As an emoticon?

Jeon Jungkook

Big isn’t? ;)

He’s lost his fucking mind, you think to yourself. This is hilarious, but Jungkook has actually lost his mind.

Y/N L/N

I had to increase my screen zoom to see it, but its cute ig

After hitting send, you hear a dramatic “Ha!” from the direction of Jungkook’s desk before you hear another ping.

Jeon Jungkook

Remember that im the supervisor thats overseeing you on your overtime nights ;)

You didn’t, infact, remember that. But now you’re rubbing your thighs against each other trying to relieve some strain as your imagination begins to run wild of what it’d be like to be the only two people in the office.

Y/N L/N

fuck you

Jeon Jungkook

thats the plan baby

Oh my God.

Your relationship at the office has always been one HR wouldn’t approve of, you two always took things most would consider “too far” but it never lead to anything. You said shit like this to each other all the time, but this afternoon felt different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something told you tonight may finally be the night you don’t have to go home and touch yourself thinking of your boss’ shit head son.

Two hours later, it was finally the end of the day and everyone was packing up to head home for the evening. Some of the other interns give you looks of pity before they leave, but you don’t feel an ounce of dread about having to stay late. Your mind keeps wandering to that stupid conversation with stupid Jungkook. You guys were always talking to each other like this, but now it felt different, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that started abusing your stomach.

It’s now half an hour since everyone’s gone home and you’ve continued to work through the extra load given to you for tonight, when suddenly a familiar ping sounds again. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together when you read the message from none other than Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook

Come to the board room

You didn’t know what was louder, the squeak escaping your lips or your desk chair being pushed back as you abruptly stand up. You don’t dwell on that too much as you quickly make your way to the board room. You try to calm yourself down, you and Jungkook heavily flirted all the time, his dumbass probably broke the screen in the meeting room or something, yea, yea that’s it. Just because your last conversation was a bit more heated than usual and ended with him saying he wanted to fuck you, didn’t mean he was about to plow you in the board room. You slow your walk as you get a few steps before the closed door. Quickly running your fingers through your hair to tame any stray hairs, you glance over your clothes before taking a deep breath, hand clutching the door handle. After a brief pep talk, you’re pushing through the door to find Jungkook sitting at the board table seemingly working on something on his laptop. As soon as you enter, he stops typing and leans back in his chair as that devilish smirk appears on his face again.

“Close the door behind you,” holy shit this was really happening, you were really about to fuck Jeon Jungkook, and in the office of all places. “Lock the door behind you” he’s racking his eyes up and down your figure, when they finally reach your eyes he says barely above a whisper, “only if you want to, that is.” Oh, holy shit. This was him giving you a way out, to get a sense of whether this was more than just back and forth flirting and banter, to see if you really wanted him.

With a speed you didn’t know you possessed, you locked the door behind you without breaking eye contact. Jungkook stands up from his chair and gestures for you to come closer, as you do you can feel a blush already heating up your cheeks.

“I’m surprised you wanted to have sex with me,” his voice is still a quiet whisper, and his hands are now at your waist, pulling you closer until you can feel the beginnings of his arousal through his pants, “y’know, with me having such a small dick and all.”

“Well…” lord, girl get it together, you’ve been dreaming about this since you started your internship, “that may be true, so I thought I should see how your much your oral makes up for it.”

He crushes his lips to yours before you have a chance to say anything else. The kiss is rough and hurried, clearly the several months long sexual frustration was mutual. He spins you around and grinds his hard on against your ass. You can’t help the few whimpers that escape you as he starts to suck at your neck, “gotta mark you up nice, huh baby? Can’t have anyone in the office trying to take what’s mine.” You shake your head in agreement as Jungkook pushes you forward so your hands are against the table and your ass is bent up, the sight has him groaning. No one’s ever really manhandled you like this, and it’s gotten you more worked up than you thought it would’ve.

“Fuck, I really do love this skirt on you, but I really want to see what’s underneath more.” Jungkook stops his aggressive groping to push your skirt up around your waist and you quickly dispose of your blouse and bra. Bending down, he places open mouth kisses along your ass cheek, as his hand continues to roughly grope the other one. The unoccupied hand is now rubbing you through your panties, and you feel like your about to loose it from all this pent up frustration.

“Please, Jungkook.” You beg, your voice already sounding strained and whiney.

“Please what baby? You need to tell me what you want,” you gasp as he applies even more pressure, “use your words.”

“I want your f-fingers, and your mouth. I want you to eat me out.” Your practically panting, and Jungkook’s erection is now painfully pushing against the fabric of his pants after hearing and seeing you so submissive, so different from your normally sassy attitude, and it make Jungkook want to wreck you. You only hear a low chuckle from Jungkook before one of his fingers is pushing past your underwear and straight into your wet heat. He doesn’t start off slow, he immediately starts to quickly finger you, your arousal already starts to drip down his hand as he harshly sucks on your clit.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” Jungkook coos, licking up your folds, “I guess since my dick is so small you only need one finger, huh?”

Before you can protest, Jungkook removes his finger from your pussy and begins to pull you back up so you’re now chest to chest. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, and without having to be told you open your mouth and begin to suck on the digit. Jungkook chuckles at your submissiveness and switches his thumb out for the finger he used to finger you. He stares with such intensity at his finger disappearing behind your lips, that it only make you suck faster, harder.

“I really want to fuck your stupid little bratty mouth,” he’s almost mumbling to himself, but you continue sucking on his finger, this time he speaks louder, more controlled, “but I really just want to fuck your bratty little pussy already.” You’re furiously nodding your head, as he retracts his finger form your mouth. He’s roughly kissing you again, as he grabs underneath your thighs and sits you on the table. Your hands are roaming over each other, although his are much more dominating. He’s grabbing your hand and placing it over his clothed erection, and your mouth waters from the sheer size of his bulge. Jungkook, of course, notices this immediately and with great pleasure.

“What, not big enough for you, baby?” He’s taunting you because he knows he’s big, he’s fucking huge, and you can’t move your hands fast enough to unzip his pants. Jungkook’s hands are turning your hair into a makeshift ponytail when you pull his underwear down and his hard on practically smacks you in the face. Oh, holy shit. You never would have thought you would use this word to describe a dick, but Jeon Jungkook has a monster cock. You don’t have much time to dwell on this thought before Jungkook is tapping the tip of his dick against your cheek, and you’re now just realizing that your mouth had been agape since you first had your hand over his crotch.

“On second thought,” Jungkook tightens your hair in his hand, “I really do want to fuck this pretty mouth.” You manage out a whimper before he’s guiding his cock into your open mouth. You’re swallowing around his cock, trying to take him all in, but you’re only about half way down and there’s an obscene amount of spit seeping out of your mouth, and you’re about to run out of air. You pull away from his cock, desperately trying to fill your lungs, and you notice a trail of saliva connecting your mouth to the angry red head of his cock. Jungkook catches the trail as well, and he’s darkly huffs out a laugh as he grabs his dick to tap against your face again, “what? Can’t take it you stupid little brat?”

The degrading catches you a bit off guard and has you pouting back, “‘m not stupid.”

“Huh?” He taps his cock a bit harder against your cheek, “What was that baby I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I’m not stupid!” You huff, your lips are spit slicked and pouting and your eyes are almost adorable when they look up at him. God he can’t wait to wreck you.

“Of course you’re not stupid baby,” Jungkook probably should’ve asked you want your kinks were beforehand, but he takes note that degradtion probably isn’t on that list for you, at least not yet. “You’re not stupid, no. You just can’t take my cock.” If you didn’t want him to fuck you so badly you would’ve smacked the shit eating grin right off his face, but you’re shaking your head furiously at him. “No, please fuck me Jungkook, please. I promise I can take it, I promise.” Jungkook could’ve blew his load just from finally hearing you be so submissive towards him after months of attitude. He kisses you again and he guides you to lay back on the table, hand guiding the tip of his dick to your heat. He doesn’t enter, just simply rubs the tip against your clit and you feel like you could explode.

“Think you can handle it, baby?” he whispers in your ear, and a quiet uh huh is his green light to enter you. All the dominating behaviour aside, Jungkook, much to your happiness, actually enters you slowly. He enters inch by inch, allowing your aching pussy time to adjust to his massive size. When he’s fully inside you, you both let out a pant and Jungkook waits for you to give him a signal to move. Although you teased him about having a small dick, you never really thought Jungkook did, but you never would’ve dreamed he was hiding a fucking python under his designer dress pants.

After a few moments, you feel relatively adjusted to his size. If you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t think you could ever fully adjust. But, nonetheless, you breathe out a soft move and bite Jungkook’s ear lobe. You both groan as he slowly pulls out, nearly all the way. He sets a moderate pace at first, and although your grateful due to his size, you’re honestly a bit surprised he isn’t rougher with you. As if sensing this, Jungkook smirks down at you, “need to get you a bit more adjusted, baby, can’t have me accidentally ripping you in half huh?” and that has you moaning out as he hoists your legs up higher and he plows into you. Honestly, you really do think he could rip you in half.

Your moans are pornographic as he fucks into you with such speed and power your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. His chiseled muscular body is glistening so beautifully under the fluorescent office lights that you don’t even wonder when his shirt came off, but fuck you’re happy that it did. Your transfixed watching his ab muscles move as he fucks you. You don’t really know where to look, he’s just so hot. His shaggy sweaty hair dangling in front of his eyes, his half lidded eyes watching your tits bounce every time he fucks into you, his slightly parted mouth that occasional lets out a guttural moan. You’ve never felt so full in your life, and he’s just so hot and you just need more. When you voice this, Jungkook just smirks and wraps his arms around your legs to keep them parallel to his chest, and he’s fucking into you even harder.

“Fuuuck, your pussy’s so tight and wet for me baby, shit you’re hot.” Jungkook pants, and when his eyes drift down from watching your tits bouncing, that’s when he notices it. With every thrust, Jungkook can see a little bump come from the inside of your lower abdomen, and something inside him snaps. He’s fucking into you even harder now, and you’re nearly crying at how animalistic he’s being.

“Fuck baby, look at you. Your little pussy can barely take my cock, look at it sticking up inside of you.” He thrusts a little extra hard to really make his dick protrude and you’re nearly seeing stars. You couldn’t believe it. Jungkook was actually so big that his cock would poke up your belly. You’re nearly gushing around him at the revelation, and Jungkook just keeps fucking you nice and hard, his hips a rough stactoo against yours. He’s groaning and panting while he watches the bump come up with every thrust. “Shit baby, look at you, your bratty little pussy can barely handle my cock, it has no room for it. I bet you love my fat cock don’t you, baby? Huh?” His hand reaches forward to slap your bouncing tit, “You fucking love my huge dick don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I love your fat cock Jungkookie, please fuck me with your fat cock, I love it so much!” Your screaming, and you honestly don’t care if the late night office cleaners can hear you.

“Tell me how much you love it baby, c’mon, tell me how much you need my huge dick, tell me how big it is”

You don’t know if he’s being this rough because of your earlier comments about him having a small dick, or if it’s because he can visibly see that your pussy can barely handle the size of him but you don’t care either way. “It’s so fucking big Jungkook, you’re stretching me out so fucking good, baby oh my gosh.” You feel like you’re about to cum any minute now, and when you voice this Jungkook pulls out of you and flips you so your hands are on the table once again. You nearly scream when he enters you again, the pace just as brutal. His hands are now roughly gripping your ass cheeks, the occasional blow being delivered to them. He’s panting into your ear telling you how much a good girl you are for taking his cock so well, how he bets you won’t ever say his dick is small again, how he’s going to ruin your tight little pussy every Tuesday night in this board room. “You’re not going to be able to listen to a single thing they say during these meetings, your just going to be thinking about my huge cocking stretching you open.” You slip a hand down to play with your clit as Jungkook continues his assault on your pussy. You’re so close to almost hurts. “C’mon baby, show me what you look like when you cum, I wanna hear you” He delivers another smack to your now cherry red ass, “cum all over my huge cock, baby, c’mon.” A few more powerful thrusts and you’re coming harder than you ever had in your life. Jungkook follows quickly behind you, unloading onto your ass, moaning at the erotic sight.

You think you might’ve black out in all honesty, but the next thing you know, Jungkook is wiping his cum off your ass with a tissue and gathers you in your arms. Looking down at his now soft dick, you nearly laugh at the fact that, even when soft, Jungkook is above average size. Apparently you said that out loud, because now Jungkook is laughing as he hands you your clothes. You see him tuck your panties into his pocket and when you question it, he casually replies with, “you’ll just have to get them back next Tuesday.”

You definitely love this internship.

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dinolikes · 4 years

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IMPOSTER - PART ONE

summery ❤︎ nobody has any quirks and are stuck on a ship like among us

pairings ❤︎ imposter!dabi x reader

content warnings ❤︎ major character death

you snuggled deeper into the warm arms around you as the automatic dim lights in your room turned on, meaning to simulate sunlight.

"morning babe," a groggy voice from behind you said, making you turn around almost as if on instinct to smile at the man.

"morning dabi~" you lightly teased, calling him by his codename, resulting in a chuckled that shook his chest, which you were currently resting on.

as he looked up from you he squinted his eyes, "i dont wanna get up, I just wanna stay with you"

you blush but laugh it off, "cmon loverboy, we have our daily tasks to do," you try to raise yourself onto your elbows only to be pushed back down against his chest. you laugh, "touya!"

he smirks at you, "oh so NOW it touya? i thought i was just dabi," he grabs you by the waist a flips you, tickling your sides.

"t-t-touya!" tears had begun to escape your eyes, "ple-please touya! let me go!" you gasped in between laughs, even touya throwing in a few chuckle before stopping, finally letting you breathe.

"you better not scream that too loud or else we'll have to get scolded by that kid again," he sniggered, leaving you lightly chucking too.

you TECHNICALLY werent supposed to know anyone's names, everyone going by code names to protect your identity from imposters, who were basically moles sent by an organization know as the league, lame name you know, but they were pissed with headquarters, they thought they treated us like guinea pigs by sending us out into space all the time.

you and touya of course hadn't listened to any of the rules about relationships or closeness.

but there was others on this ship, 8 others to be exact, half of them were pretty young, just interns straight out of school.

one was the little brother of the intergalactic space traveler ingenium, who was very VERY serious about rule breaking.

one time you had accidently started to call touya well, touya but you had stopped yourself. no one else cared, they already knew of their crewmates relationship, they were just glad you didnt actually slip up. ingeniumu on the other hand was very upset that you had exchange names.

you had to convince dabi to not tell him that it was because it was weird moaning out a codename during sex.

then there was touya's little brother, shoto, who didnt care that by knowing his brothers full name you knew half of his by default, considering he chose his 'codename' to be his literal first name. you didnt quite know how he got away with that but you assumed that due to touya and shoto's dad being a higher up, he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

then of course there was skittish but snappy deku and loud and cocky 'king explosion murder', who literally everyone refuses to call him and just decides on 'kaachan' which is what deku calls him.

overall the newbies werent too bad, you were mostly annoyed by the pro, tomura.

it was actually what caused you and dabi to get so close, the mutual annoyance of that stupid bastard.

once you and dabi got dressed in your crewmate uniform (which was just a jumpsuit that everyone had their own color, dabi being purple and you being pink) you walked into the cafeteria and sat at the table, dabi quickly wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"hello lovebirds," tomura knowingly cackled, giving you guys, more specifically dabi, a certain look.

dabi rolled his eyes "shove off virgin,"

you hid your laugh behind a cough, and smiled at tomura, "hi to you too,"

you might not LIKE tomura, but he was higher up in levels than you, meaning you have to respect him, something that dabi, who was on his same level, didnt have to.

"kaachan what's a virgin?" deku looks up at his friend, considering he seemed to be the king of insults, he probably knew what all of them were.

"woah kid, maybe talk to your friend about that in private," hawks, another higher up, walked up into the conversation a little too late but smirked.

"shut it bird brain!" kaachan yelled, yes technically hawks was his higher up, yes technically that meant kaachan needed to respect him. you and dabi werent the only ones who broke the technicalities.

hawks just smirked and plopped down next to you, meaning you were squished between your boyfriend and the dude your boyfriend hates.

your boyfriend didnt like a lot of people on the ship.

dabi hates kaachan (too loud), hawks (too cocky), tomura (too gross), deku (too peppy), ingeniumu (too stuck up) and he only semi stands thirteen, dabi could really only like his brother when he first came on, which made it even more surprising that he took a liking to you, enough of a liking to open up and date you.

"morning wonder," wonder was your codename, everyone called you that, even dabi when you werent behind closed doors.

you smiled, "morning hawks!" dabi clenched his jaw and looked away, something that didnt go unnoticed by you.

you leant into his ear, "i cant say goodmorning to you if you kept me up all night," you pulled back to see a smirk playing on his lips.

it was true, you probably only got an hour sleep that night.

he leant in to kiss you, both your helmets not on yet so you could eat, and anticipation filled you.

and of course tomura had to ruin it with his shit eating smile, "stop flirting you two,"

dabi paused and growled a bit, "the fuck did I say before virgin?" it came out less like a question and more like a threat to shut up, probably because it was.

"c'mon, you only have a little while before your baby brother comes, you dont wanna scar him do you~"

"its fine if they kiss, that's what people in relationships do." shoto's stoic voice said as he sat down in between dabi and deku, his usual seat. "plus it's not like I havent seen them in worse positions," you blushed and hid your head in your hands,

"shoto!"

he just shrugged.

everyone was there except thirteen, the seatings the same as always, with you and dabi practically on top of eachother, shoto next to dabi, then deku, kaachan, ingeniumu, tomura, twice, and then hawks, who next to you, completed the circle.

nobody had their helmets on, all waiting for thirteen to walk in with breakfast.

even though you werent supposed to gain connections to anyone on the ship, you all seemed to fall in rhythm with eachother and if even one person was off, you all were.

"thirteen's taking extra long..." deku muttered the rest agreeing,

"i dunno, is it someone's birthday? maybe he wanted to make someone a birthday breakfast," hawks shrugged.

"WE'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GIVE OUT PERSONAL INFORMATION LIKE BIRTHDAYS!"

"shut up, bird brain was just asking,"

"JUST BECAUSE I NAMED MYSELF AFTER A VERY FEIRCE BIRD DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO CALL ME BIRDBRAIN!"

"it kinda does."

"it's better than dabi! what even is a dabi?"

"you dont have to name yourself after something that already exists hawks," twice spoke up.

"and even so, you didnt have to pick something stupid like hawks, wonder over here did a fantastic job at that," dabi smirked at you as you rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips.

"you only say that because your dating her dumbass!"

twice rolled his eyes, "im gonna go check on thirteen, see what the hold up is,"

"oh please you cant talk 'king explosion murder', it sounds like a fucking kid named you, which I guess if you picked your name.." kaachan grew red at what touya was implying and stood up

"IM NOT A KID ILL BEAT YOUR ASS!"

touya too stood up, making your arm that was resting on his shoulder fall off, "oh yeah? I'd like to see you try!"

"kaachan! dont start stuff you cant finish!"

kaachan turned to deku and started yelling at him, where you just laughed and pulled dabi down, once again wrapping your arms around him.

"yeah dabi, dont start stuff you can't finish," you teased.

"oh you KNOW i could finish that," dabi wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him til you were almost on top of him.

"whatever you say loverboy," dabi smirks at you, before turning his attention towards his brother.

"have you heard from dad yet?" shoto's aura around him darkened, and yours had just saddened.

"no."

touya had explained how the great endeavor had treated his children after you had gone on a tangent about how cool it was that touya had THE endeavor as a parent. you didnt think it was so cool after.

while shoto was still angry, and going through the rebellious stage determined to prove his dad wrong and win, touya always seemed like he didnt care, like he already won against endeavor some how.

a frantic twice ran into the room, looking disheveled and frightened, making everyone alert instantly.

"twice what's wr-"

"its th-thirteen! hes- hes DEAD!"

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I have plenty of questions about your fanfics I don't even know when to start. Can I just name every one of them and send you star with it?

But please tell me something interesting funfact behind Heart Machinations? Also were you at some point considering bad/different ending?

i think i would never finish writing if you did send me all of them even with the star, i ramble a lot and go on tangents, but if you send them like 3 fics per day i can make it i promise.

Ok to start! Nope! This was the story where i literally envisioned the ending first and had to go backwards to write it. The ending was solid.

But for fun facts!! Oh boy.

This entire story begun with the idea of a one shot, with a slight different plot, it would have ended with Peter as an old man uploading his mind like he promised Elias in the fic and coming back as an Ai, to stay with Elias for as long as they could. I ended up switching things arounf in my head until i ended up with the image.

The thing that started this entire fic.

Peter floating in space with Elias declaring his love.

I was forced by the entire story to find ways to keep them from confessing earlier than intended. God did i regret having to put it so later, because the mental flips i needed to justify them not realizing, were driving me up to a wall.

Another thing that i was not aiming for, but ended up liking was the TimPeter, i didnt aim for it to be a plot point, i didnt even ship them, but i wrote them so well i actually hesitated. Not to the Elias romance with Peter that was a given, but i hesitated to actually make a policule out of everyone.

In the end i decided to go for my original plan, but it had been a posibility.

Most of the relationships surged as the soty progressed, because i realized if it was only them it would get boring so i started to shuffle characters and relationships and it worked far better than i intended.

Now the other interesting tidbit.

Was that originally i was intending for Elias to be the actual big bad, a la Glados in portal. Elias tricks Tim and Peter into thinking Jon went rouge and he got Leitner killed so Peter connects him, Elias pretends things are normal but sends him off to rrepair something outside, once Peter is safe he uses the gas to kill everyone who is not going to be sent to do experiments in the hidden labs.

Martin opens the door for Peter makes him help by trying Elias like the original one did to get himshut down. He realizes and hurt tries to attack him, Martin uses the portal door and Peter still tries to hold unto Elias, but they ended up slipping and going into space.

The Simon plot point was always going to be there, same as the oxygen and confession.They apologize and everything.

In fact Peter was never supposed to realize Elias was killing people until he takes over. I realized it would be impossible to keep him in the dark for so long along with the not confessing so i had to give one up for the story and i was set on my ways.

The more i developed them, the more i started to change the plot to fit better with the new narrative wanting it to be more satisfiying.

Something else that i changed in the story, was that after Leitner dies, Gertrude was supposed to come to check the station, Elias sees her and gets her killed. It did not pan out of course, because i considered it would be too out of nowhere.

When i realize the story was sort of getting shifted i went with the idea to switch the notSasha on its head. Which created lovely Pasha!! Whom i love a lot.

Another thing that i had to develop because i grew very fond of it were Missy and Titania. Particularly Missy, since Titania was a stand in for the vast in some ways. Missy was needed to provide Peter some form of love, since yes, i made the Lukas terrible people, but a child still needs some love to grow and i wanted someone to help with that since Simon couldnt. I love her a lot and honestly wish i could use her in more stories because she is a great character. I know people dont really are in it for the original characters but she is dear to me.

The honest to god most fun i had during the story was writting the chats between the characters and the moments where Elias and Peter where being horny for each other. Peter freaking out silently about the things Elias said, while Elias was being the most horny creature in the station was delightful.

My favourite parts were also writing Elias realizing that he ruined Peter, that he had caused his misery, i wish i could have gone harder on those. Because they are a great part of his motivations. He starst not caring but the more he falls in love, the more he realizes how much of a horrible person he is and how much he is hurting Peter. I love that, i put it before but i like making characters go though bad stuff to get them to the good, to get that catharsis after all the bad.

I wanted to do a bonus. Where Peter does go to Simon’s funeral and everyone has to sit there while Android Simon was just chilling giving his own eulogy.

One thing i sort of chikened out of, but left crumbs around was the plot point that ogElias and Micheal Shelley were dating. Thats why Elias had the picture and writings about him. They split due to Gertrude and Elias defending JON4H. Its why Elias could keep Helen so easily to raise her. She calls him uncle, because they had broken up and he felt he didnt deserve to take that from Micheal.

Currently they made up and since Elias was single they are patching things up, Helen was thrilled.

This is also the story where the cats appear. And im so glad for it.

Captain was an idea based on the au of another fic i love Timeline of Theseus, i just pictured Peter getting the cat and voila. (No, there is no cat in there, but it would had been so funny) They were foils, Elias has a lonely cat and Peter a beholding one. They fall in love. I like that.

Thats all i can remember now. Nikola was always also a plot point, i mean who else would make androids but the puppet herself! Since ideally i intended for Elias to get a body, it was supposed to happen.

I went off, but i really did have a lot of ideas and scrapped ones that i figured no one would see. Im happy i could just leave them out to the world!!

So yes ask away, but as you can see, i sort of go off. Thanks for asking!!!! I hope its what you wanted. Sorry if it goes all over the place.

#ask #i went off im sorry #but seriously i had to scrap so many ideas #and adjust them later

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im giving this very minimal editing. this is a very long post because i thought about gold standard last night and had an out of body experience. it is not very good because i wrote it and also it was like 4 in the morning and i was unwell. i don’t know why its worded the way it is it sounds like i was trying to sound professional and thoughtful or something and i dont know why the fuck i tried that how embarrassing cringe and fail blogger. i am posting it anyway because this is what i do is embarrass myself online. thank you <3

Tony after being betrayed said he was hurt, but he knew what teaming with That Guy offered, what the benefits were, and why someone would do it. This is the thing: WHY did the betrayal happen? It happened because Tony stood up to That One. Tony stood up to Enzo specifically because Ariya failed, and when Enzo chewed him out for it Tony stepped in. This was both righteous and kind, and it made everything harder.

Ariya participated in the betrayal because of this. BECAUSE Tony was kind to him! Because Tony saying the way Ariya was being treated was wrong, and if Ariya believes that, then he is suddenly in a LOT of danger at the champion's hands. Ariya has feuded with a few people already. He has been humiliated for no reason. He has been beaten down by someone who wanted it more. Ariya isn't in a great place to think he can leave and make it. Ariya made a deal with the devil, he's safe as a goon, he cannot fight what happens to him now. Tony and Drew have each other, if it breaks bad, and they're both friends with Ariya he guesses, but not in the same way. He has nowhere to go and no way to fight.

Tony, however, DOES fight. Tony challenges Ariya's idea that he has to suck it up and deal with it. If it's all three of them against him, then maybe they could get out. Ariya gets his idea about the shape of the world, the place everyone has in it, challenged. And he rejects it! He can't accept it! Tony is fighting to protect HIM! And he denies it!

And the thing is, this is something Tony understands. Tony confronts Drew instead of Ariya, because--well because dubya weighs their importance differently because of the racism but because Drew hasn't bought in the way Ariya has. If anyone is OVER enough to challenge Enzo at this time? It is Mister FUCKING PowerPoint babey!!!!!!!! Drew gets onboarded and accepts because it might make him more popular, more able to gain traction for his bullshit no fun allowed ideas! Ariya is backed into a corner of his own design, and its not good and it doesn't make him betraying Tony FINE, but Tony understands what happened. Why Ariya did that. In a way, he understands Drew, too, of course. The influence is too appealing, he knows that. But Drew /chose/ to join in when he was given a chance to help Tony.

Maybe Drew needed to regain confidence too, maybe he needed to get back on his stupid little feet, it's been awhile since I've seen that storyline play out and I dont remember all the details. But I think the other thing is...Tony and Drew were literally closer at the time. Ariya was still their friend, OBVIOUSLY, even if the canon was noncommittal about saying it, but Tony and Drew were like. I mean. YOU know. You were there. Drew turning on Tony, after all that they'd done together, held so much weight behind it. Tony doesn't demand an explanation from Ariya. But he NEEDS to know Drew is sorry. He needs things to be okay between them. But they're not, and they never are again.

This is...another thing. Drew doubles down on this to the point it turns him into something else entirely. Tony demands an apology from him, and he /refuses/. He offers some small, pathetic I'm Sorrys during the match, as long as he's getting hurt, as long as Tony has the upper hand, but when push comes to shove, he breaks in the other direction. He's not sorry. He didn't do anything wrong. Tony held him back, if you really think about it actually, because why would Drew have ever done anything wrong? Really, this is Tony's fault if you think about it (it was not Tony's fault)

Ariya isn't given a chance to apologize in the same way. Tony and Drew clash during the tournament. Ariya gets knocked out in round one, gets injured soon after (which breaks up a potential feud with Mustafa as well and every fucking day it makes me want to scream, I would do anything on this earth for them to feud, please God take me back) and spends most of 2018 out of action. There's just no time, and even if there was, its questionable if dubya would even care about the opportunity. The next time they meet, it's when Tony's the champion and Ariya has finally decided hes better off alone anyway.

Tony is different. He's the champion, and he's a face, at that. He's earned the title by seeking vengeance against someone who wronged him, and he found it. He's lost in a lot of ways, but he's trying to be confident, and he is trying to become the kind of person who can represent the championship. Not just as someone who got it on the way to a kind of small interpersonal victory, but as a Real Champion. The kind 205 (usually) fosters. The kind that didnt ruin his life.

Tony is also the same. He's Ariya's friend. In the middle of a sea of changes, Ariya is familiar. They can pick up where they left off, if Ariya wants. If Ariya just...if he just changes alignments for Tony. If he accepts that Tony wants him.

Ariya is different. Alone after abandoning Kenta during a failed attempt at vengeance against a mutual enemy. Akira, who Kenta discarded after a few too many losses. Akira, who beat Ariya in pursuit of the title, a loss that Ariya never really came back from. Ariya loses to Akira again, even playing support for someone else. And he lashes out. And he works on his own, because he doesn't trust anyone to help him.

Ariya's also the same. He lashes out, and he doesn't trust anyone to help him. Ariya carries his career around on his back. He carries, in reflection of someone else's experience, a chip on his shoulder. It weighs him down. When Tony offers him understanding, he does what he has always done, and he rejects it. Tony faces Drew, the ghost of their shared past, and Ariya is there to remind him exactly why he exists as he does now. "I didn't hurt you, but I could have. I just wanted you to know." Tony cannot trust Drew anymore. He shouldn't trust Ariya, Ariya warns him.

Ariya doesn't say sorry, because he can't, because he's too busy sabotaging his last remaining friendship for Tony's own good, for his own good, for him to convince himself he never cared in the first place, but he regrets it. He cuts Tony off because it's easier than apologizing because this motherfucker will NEVER admit to having problems, he will drink water with a lemon slice and that will fix everything, thank you, but he does this to warn Tony off before Ariya can hurt him again. Ariya lashes out. It's what he does. Its better this way, where Tony can't get hurt.

(Ariya, who doesn't put himself in harm's way for anyone, who has Evasion as his middle name, who sneaks around conflicts every chance he gets, flattering and tricking and taking opportunities because he doesn't trust his own skills to get him wins, Ariya thinks he's protecting Tony. But maybe he's still protecting himself. Ariya saw Tony and Drew, saw them again, saw how they have something that he doesn't. Ariya can't trust anyone the way they trusted each other. Ariya will never, ever be to Tony what Drew was. The sooner Ariya prevents even the chance for that comparison to exist, the sooner they can forget it ever happened, the sooner he can stop thinking about it like Tony could want to be his friend all the same. Like Tony could be thinking he's just not a threat the way Drew is. Like Tony could know everything about Ariya and forgive him anyway, like Ariya could ever do right by that forgiveness. Like Ariya could /ever/ earn anything.)

It took a long time for them to get where they are even now! Tony and Ariya danced around the idea of teaming with each other for a long time, talking around it and avoiding each other and not thinking about it. Now that they are, we can actually see HOW their relationship has evolved since then. Ariya and Tony have remained a team, and Ariya has begun to risk things for people. He was doing it a bit before, with someone who definitely didn't deserve it, but Ariya is now trying to actively protect Tony in matches, after matches, when he's hurt. Ariya hasn't asked for Tony's help or really accepted it on a level deeper than Win Match yet (and honestly Ariya probably realistically needs more help than anyone can give him, help that has to come from himself), but he's offering his own. And when Ariya realizes he's not winning on his own, when he had his little Moment at the beginning of the year where he got ready to sabotage and run because he can't start depending on people and especially not on Tony, the LAST person who needs to be looking after Ariya again, when that happened, Tony took a step back and let Ariya work on his own. When Ariya does what he needs to to feel In Control, which is usually a little murder but I like him so it's okay, Tony leaves him to do it on his own or plays support for him instead.

Its like... there is a healing in the rift between them in the specific way it needed to heal, y'know? It's not perfect and there's always a chance the writers get bored again and do some bullshit, but like...tony and Ariya specifically have like. One of the most interesting relationships in wrestling right now. It's like. God. I could just die thinking about it. I care them

#long post -#meta tag #the gold standard #im not rereading all this sorry 5 in the morning buzz #ive probably written this about a million times but i will keep doing it because literally thinking about how this played out makes me sick #like physically makes me have to lie in bed and go to sleep. why did they do all of this

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siriuslymarauders · 6 years

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Risk it All, Chapter Six

Chapter Six : Worth the Risk

Word Count: 2188

Warnings: FLUFF. Mentions of Alcohol, Cursing

Previous Chapters: I would normally link these but apparently tumblr killed those, soo…. I’m just going to reblog my masterlist right after posting!

February 14th, 1977. Hogwarts. Gryffindor Girls Dormitory.

The dormitory had been silent that night since the girls had gone out into the common room for a gathering with the boys. You had no idea what they were doing, and too be honest you could care less, well at least that is what you told yourself. Occasionally you’d hear a large crash or screaming that made you want to investigate, but you wouldn't dare show your face in there. Not with him in the room. So, you put your curiosity behind you and worked on your homework in silence. You were so focused and comfortable you hadn't even noticed the door swinging open. It wasn't until a clearing of a throat that you had looked up. There stood Lily Evans, leaning against the door, arms crossed.

“You can't ignore him forever.” she smirked, slowly walking over to your bed and taking a seat.

“I haven't been ignoring him”, you couldn't help roll your eyes at her statement. Huffing air, you looked back down at your notebook, continuing the problem you were just on. You felt the bed shift beneath you and looking up you saw Lily inching her way towards you and quickly snatching your book, throwing it across the room. It was so unlike her to do such a thing, she was typically respectful and graceful. But once she left out a breathless laugh you were able to smell the light alcohol coming from her mouth. Shaking you head, you mentally cursed at James. Ever since the whole Sirius kissing you ordeal, Lily and James have gotten closer, confining and gossiping to each other. It was nice to finally see to them together since they were oddly a perfect match. Lily helped control James, and James helped loosen Lily.

“Oh yeah, when's the last time you've spoken to him?” she giggled with a quick poke to your cheek.

“Two weeks ago” you muttered while pushing her finger away.

“Exactly! So with that in mind, James and I have been talking, and we were thinking that it would be good for you to join us down stairs!”

“I have homework.” you eyed her.

“Yeah, we know. You’ve been up in your bed for the past two weeks “doing homework”, when in reality we all know you’re crying over Sirius.”

Wide eyed you turn towards your best friend with an open jaw. Surprised by her statement you let out a quiet laugh and chuck the nearest pillow at her head. Yes, you been thinking about Sirius a lot, but you were not crying over him. You just needed time to think it all through, and it was a lot to process. He had kissed you. You told him you liked him and he kissed you. Thinking about it made you smile, but that smile always disappeared when you remember the countless other girls he had kissed. What if he just did that to every girl. Made them feel special, like he actually returned the feelings and just dumped them when he was bored. What if you were just another girl?

“Helllooo? Earth to Y/N?” Lily questioned while waving her arms around trying to gather your attention, “So you coming down or what?”

You know what, screw it. “Sure”

With bright eyes Lily jumped off your bed and ran out of the room into the hall giggling and yelling about your arrival. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her excitement as you followed her in suit. Walking down the stairs, James began to make whistle calls as the rest of the crew cheered you on. You scanned around the room to find all familiar faces ; James and Lily sitting next to the fireplace, Marlene and Dorcas sharing a seat, Remus leaning over the coffee table with homework spread out, Peter fallen asleep laying on the hardwood floor, and Sirius sitting in the corner of the couch avoiding eye contact as if you were Medusa.

Talking a big gulp, you hesitantly walked forward. As you made your way closer to the group of Gryffindors you couldn't help but notice the only seat left was next to Sirius. Quickly giving Lily a look of disapprovement you saw her giggling with James at your discomfort. Damn her, she planned it all along. Trying to avoid contact, you take a seat next to Pads while everyone watched with concentration. Feeling the eyes of everyone on you, you look towards Sirius to see him staring at you as well. His eyes were bloodshot and he had dark bags circling around them. You offered a slight toothless smile his way but was rejected as he looked away and stood up. You didn't watch him as he walked out of the common room into the hall, but you sure saw Marlene following. Tears began to build within your eyesight as you stared at Lily and James. They looked just as upset as you were, both slowly getting up they sat down next to you comforting you in back rubs and hugs. Leaning into James, you closed your eyes and let the tears fall. You were able to hear Prongs silently shushing everyone away as Lily kissed your forehead. She whispered something to James, but you were unable to make it out as you trying to concentrate on your breathing. It wasn't until the room was empty when James pulled away from you. When he was finally able to see your face a look of sadness crossed his. He brought his hand to your cheek and wiped the tears away, giving you a look of sympathy.

“Tell me.” he whispered.

Letting out a breathless laugh, you wiped your nose with your sleeve, “What is there to tell. Sirius kissed me and I walked away. And now he hates me.”

“He does not hate you Y/N. He could never hate you. If anything he’s just as upset about this as you are.”

“Oh yeah, what about Marlene?”

“What about her?”

“Oh come on, dont act like you didn't see her leaving with him” your voice cracked as you stood up from the couch, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.

“Okay, fine. Yes Marlene and Sirius are close, but it’s not like that.”

“What about -” you began to speak but were cut off half way.

“Why do you keep on making excuses? Isn't this just what you wanted?”

“Yes! No. I don't know. I love him, you know that. He knows that, the whole bloody school knows it. It, it’s just the moment that it all happened, I realized how much we were risking. Sirius is my friend, and i’d rather continue to be a friend than a forgotten ex he dumped at the side of the road.”

“But you're not just some random girl. You’re fucking Y/N. The shy third year who nuzzled her way into a group of misfits. You know Sirius better than anyone, and same goes for you. He understands you like the back of his hand. He knows when you’re upset, mad, happy, or even craving bloody chocolate. You aren't a random girl, you’re a Marauder.”

“But..” you mumbled, trying to think of something to say. James slowly made his way towards you. You tried to turn away from him, not wanting him to see the vulnerability that had taken effect over you but you were stopped as he placed his hands on your shoulders keeping you in place. He looked at you for a second before smiling and brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

“No buts. Sirius wouldn't risk ruining our group if he knew it wasn't going to end well. He likes you Y/N, a lot. He was too dumb to notice it before, but when you went on your date with Tod he was a nervous mess. He stayed up all night waiting for your return to make sure you were okay, and he even had Remus, Peter, and I go to Hogsmeade to spy on you. Look, Sirius might be the most indecisive and reckless person I know, but I have never seen him put so much thought into something, you.”

“I’m just scared. I’ve always dreamed of this, and what if it's not everything I hoped for?” you confessed through a quiet whisper

“That's the thing, you won't know. You’ll never know unless you give it a try! And if in the end he does hurt you, just know that I’ll beat his ass.”

“You mean it?” you laughed, opening your arms up for a hug.

“Of course, I love you.” he smiled, returning the embrace. You both stood there in silence, holding each other in your arms. You placed you head on his shoulder and smiled.

“So you and Lily?”

“Oh my merlin. I know right!” the embrace was suddenly gone as he jumped away in excitement.

February 22nd, 1977. Hogwarts. Black Lake.

It had been seven days since your confession with James, and since then you’ve been feeling more confident on you relationship with Sirius. Your days of avoiding him were gone, but it seems that his has just begun. While in the beginning it was Sirius who’d call you name in the halls, you were now returning the favor. You tried to get his attention in every possible form, you had even followed him and the rest of the Marauders in Animagus form on the full moon knowing that he never approved of you helping them in fear of getting hurt. But as you tried countlessly trying to speak with him, he never so much as gave you a second look. You hated it, it was now three weeks since you had last talked to him, and you never felt so broken. Sure, most of it had been your fault, but had he not have been such a hard to read playboy you wouldn't have had to ignore him in the first place. So here you were, waiting for him on top of the hill looking over Black Lake. You knew whenever he had a free period without the Marauders, he would always come here. He was attached to this place, whether is be that he shared a name or just as it was a quiet get away. But as you waited you couldn't help but shiver at the winds. Trying to not concentrate on the chills running down your body, you looked across the now frozen lake.

Quickly turning around you saw a familiar figure making its way up the hill, smiling to yourself you looked back out towards the lake. You were able to hear the crunching of the dead grass behind you come to a stop as he realized your presence. But they soon continued on until Sirius stood right beside you, looking outward as well. You brightly beamed at your slight success and lightly coughed.

“You alright?” he asked, still looking forward

“Hm? Oh yeah, just a slight cold.” you looked at him as he slowly shook his head. He fully turned towards you and took a step closer.

“Yeah, well if you buttoned up your jacket you might not get sick so easily”, he reached for your jacket, slightly pulling you closer as he slowly buttoned you up with shaking hands. Once he reached the top button his hand lingered for a bit before giving you a simple smile and turning back around towards the lake. You muttered a quiet thank you and stuffed your hands within your pockets.

“It’s so beautiful, the lake I mean, I’ve never seen it in the winter.” you tried to fill the awkward void

“Enough with the small talk.” he sighed, turning back towards you “ We can't just ignore what happened. I don't want to ignore what happened.”

“Sirius. I am so sorry. For everything. For running away, ignoring you, not being there for you. These three weeks have been horrible and if I could take everything back I would” you begged as tears slowly began to escape.

“I dont.” he admitted. “Yeah, the whole not speaking for three weeks sucked. But I don't ever want to take that kiss back.” He lightly smiled, reaching forward he grabbed your hand. He looked down at your intertwined fingers, bringing them up to his mouth. He huffed into them, instantly restoring the warmth.

“ I love you Y/N. And I think i’ve loved you for a long time now. You are so strong, and, and beautiful. I was just too stupid to realize it until now.”

“I love you too. But what we have now is good and it can work, we can build upon this and make our friendship stronger. I’m not saying that I don't want to be with you, but I need to know whether or not you are willing to risk it?”

“I’m willing to risk it. I am willing to....” he smiled, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, closing his eyes he let out the three words that would define your life forever, “Risk it All”

Notes: We are about half way there! I plan on posting about 4-6 more chapters similar to length as this sometime before Jan. 20th. I am going to the Disney College Program for the spring semester so I wont have any time then! Sorry if it’s rushed, I feel like I’m being rushed :/ Haha, thank you for reading!

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yeolaltair · 7 years

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Breathless [IV]

Genre: Angst [M]

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Length: 4.7k words

part i / part ii / part iii

Stars pooled in the puddles left by my feet as I felt Baekhyun's leave mine gently. The oxygen that immediately entered, only felt like fuel being added to a fire, making my body combust into sparks. I didn't think I was breathing, thinking even, as I felt all eyes on me and Baekhyun. And as if he too knew everyone was staring, a huge smirk emerged on his face as he moved his hair away that were once almost covering his eyes. His eyebrows rose as his arm embraced my waist, pulling me into his side. The smirk he had on his face was as if he had captured every star in the universe and was now showing off his collection of them, with pride and satisfaction. Baekhyun looked at our circle of friends, his smirk now curling into a grin.

I could sense the disbelief and awe among our friend as I stared at their blank and dazed faces. Silence stood in between them and they all were frozen, mouths agape. Blood quickly rushed to my cheeks under their gaze, and I struggled to free myself from Baekhyun's tight grip. But my weak arms and body that was still in a catatonic state were nothing compared to his strength.

Chanyeol was the one to first break the silence.

" What is going on?" I could hear his need to have his questions answered, his tone and facial expression saying it all. His eyebrows were furrowed, showing the faint frown line on his forehead that he once denied, whereas his hands were flaying out as if to figure out what exactly was the scene before him. I too didn't know.

Baekhyun buried a hand in his pocket as he cleared his throat. "Initially, we wanted to keep our little secret private, just between the both of us, but,"

Baekhyun turned to look at me, his eyes feigning the emotion of love in them. He looked at me as if I was the one who had put the stars up in the sky, and aligned them to the various constellations there were. But i knew better.

" the both of us have been together for the past few months and now, we think its only right that all of you know about it too."

The words that spilled out of his mouth were poison-like, toxic, and brought as much harm as a bottle of acid did to me. My hands curled into fists, knuckles turning to white, just as he flashed me a small smile that was solely meant for me. I knew what that smile said. Knew what message it kept hidden inside for it was the exact same smile I had given him the night I had declared war. It was a smile of mockery, a promise of vengeance, and a message written clear and loud ; I was now his hostage in our game of two.

The strong scent of fresh linen sheets diffused throughout the room, and light rays from the morning sunrise peeked through my cream curtains as I stuffed piles of notes right into my bag. My eyes were tired, dark circles ringing them, and my body felt as if it had been dragged through hell and back. I was barely surviving on three hours of sleep, and the day had only just begun.

The curtains made a small whirring noise as I drew them open, allowing the strong rays of sunlight to flood my room. My room basked in the light, but it also revealed the cluttered mess that littered all around. It looked as if someone had deliberately tried to rob me, had gone through all of my stuff and strewn them onto the floor, before they made their way out empty handed. Piles of paper and books were scattered on my desk, a few cups of leftover tea and coffee laying here and there,as I made my way to the door. I was careful as I tip-toed through the scattered mess of foreign objects on my wooden floor.

I was cloaked in a black pea coat thrown over a white turtle neck, as i slipped my soft comfortable socks into my pair of black boots that patiently waited by the side of the door. I struggled balancing between the heavy tote bag that was draped on my shoulder and the pile of books in my arm, as I wiggled my feet in, stomping slightly so as to be able to wear my boots. Once I was sure I was stable in my boots, not about to fall to the side and sprain my ankle once again, I unlocked my door, only to be greeted with a rather pleasing sight before me. I heavily sighed out of frustration just as my eyes met his.

" Well, you certainly look cheerful today."

The grin plastered on Baekhyun's face as he stood against the wall, arms crossed, was definitely enough for me to slam the door close and decide that never coming out of my room was a good idea. A great one in fact. Nonetheless, as much as I would have loved to, the thought of another mountain of work approaching me made me think twice about that decision.

Baekhyun leaned against the pale peeling wall, clad in a brown sweater with a red coat over it in jeans, as a black backpack was thrown over his shoulder. His hair that was once ash grey was now a soft blonde color, like the faint yellow in the sky just as the sun begins to descend below the horizon. It looked soft, tousled, and clean as if he had blown dried it and combed his fingers through right before he made his way here. His smooth cheeks were a faint rosy red, blood heated probably from the cold, and his cherry pink lips were curled into a grin. He had an eyebrow raised as he watched me, anticipating a reply.

" Fuck off Baekhyun. Why are you even here anyways," I moved past him, not sparing him a glance as I moved hastily down the hallway. The sound of my boots trudging to where the staircase, along with the soft trailing of footsteps behind me was the only indication that he was right behind.

Baekhyun followed me down the steps, hands hidden in the pockets at his side as he shrugged his shoulders in response. He had no trouble catching up with my fast pace. But that too, was not a surprise. " Isn't that what sweet, caring boyfriends do? Walk their girlfriends from their dorm to the campus, before giving them a farewell kiss?"

"Firstly, if anything, you are nothing like those typical boyfriends," I pushed open the glass door, letting go of it almost instantly in hopes that it would somehow slam into his face. Unfortunately, he ducked to the side and avoided it swiftly. " And secondly, you're insufferable if you think that i'm allowing you to bid me a kiss goodbye."

His lips quirked upwards as he moved his fingers through his hair. I could hear the mockery and humor laced in his words as he responded, " You can't blame a guy for hoping. And besides, isn't that what girls usually want their boyfriends to do when they're in relationships? "

Baekhyun remained by my side as I drifted across campus, not even stopping for a cup of coffee just so that I could quickly rid of the boy's presence beside me. I was desperate to get to class, if it meant not having him irritate and piss me off.

The sky was a clear blue sapphire, and the fresh morning air would have been pleasurable, had my morning not been ruined first thing in the day. Students were loitering around the area, books in their hand as they gathered in their groups, chirping and buzzing about the news they shared amongst themselves. There were some students too who sat alone, lost in the music that they blasted through their earphones, as they waited for classes to began. And then, there were those who sat under a tree, hoods up, already captured in the arms of sleep. I couldn't relate more to them.

But the thing that got under my skin the most, was the feeling of multiple girls watching my every move and step, mainly because of the presence beside me. I could visualize them savoring the sight before their eyes, gobbling down his appearance with greed, as they stopped to stare.

" I'm not like most girls." I gritted, lips pursing into a thin line as I furrowed my eyebrows. A strong gust of wind blew in our direction, and I shivered at the sensation. This did not go un-noticed by him.

A few girls who watched us began giggling shyly, their cheeks turning pink, as he waved in their direction. He flashed them a killer smile, one that usually had girls falling to their knees, before he focused all his attention on me. His hand that was once hidden in his pocket draped around my shoulder.

His smile still remained on his face though his voice lowered to a deep whisper just so I was the only one who could hear him.

" You speak to me, my love, as if you treat me like some sort of pathetic fool. Do you think I would even be by your side right now, had I not known," He muttered, the smile he wore not reaching his eyes. I could hear the venom in voice, the venom of a snake, and it only made my blood boil.

I paused in my tracks, coming to an abrupt halt, before I whirled around so that I was staring face to face with him. His arm that was once draped around my shoulder fell to the side. My eyes glared at him as I sneered, arms crossing over my chest. His eyes focused on mine as I stared up at him, revealing the vexation hidden in there.

" Why don't you just kindly fuck off, and leave me the fuck alone, Baekhyun? That's a rather nice suggestion, dont you think?" My voice was low, menacing, as I flashed one of the many sweet smiles I had to him. My red lips were curled, but my fists that were clenched tightly told another story.

Baekhyun merely lowered his head down, bringing his face close to mine as he tsk-ed at me. His warm hand drifted to my chin as he gently held me in place. His thumb caressed my soft skin, rubbing it gently.

" My love, you seem to be forgetting that it was you who started this game between us and i'll admit, I'll be thoroughly disappointed if you do turn out to be sore quitter after all. " His hand drifted down my neck, reaching to where his silver necklace now lay against my neck. The silver was cool against my skin, but under his touch, it burned. He tugged on the initial gently, digging the chain into my skin.

" Besides, where's the fun in winning if its just a one sided game? I believe you know this as well as I do, considering your experience."

His words taunted me, mocked me, and I hated how easily he got under my skin. It was as if he had a map and guideline on how exactly to piss me off, and he did not hold back pushing my buttons. I was seeing red, could feel that familiar wrath in me flowing through my veins, and I wanted nothing more than to crush him into a tiny million pieces. My breathing was uneven, my chest rising up and down more quicker than usual, as I glared at him.

" You can rot in hell, Baekhyun," I snarled, teeth clenching down on my jaw as he removed his fingers from the necklace that I wore. He merely chuckled softly, his lips lifting into a small smile, as he stared right back at me though his eyes seem to darken.

" I already am."

He lowered his head slightly, till finally his soft lips met the top of my head. His lips lingered for longer than a second, planting a kiss, though it felt like a touch of poison to me. I could hear the small sighs of girls close by, perhaps gushing in awe over how sweet Baekhyun's actions were, wishing that they were in my position, being the one to receive his love. Little do they know the truth behind it.

Baekhyun pulled away and merely winked at me, before he turned around, heading north of the campus.

" I'll see you around, baby"

ii. Baekhyun

Baekhyun honestly didn't know what he was doing. He leaned against the side of the car as he waited for her outside the library, knowing very well she came here everyday and spent at least a few hours there mugging. He could have been anywhere else, perhaps at another ridiculous party Sehun was throwing for the fifth time this week, but instead there he was, outside of the University library. A part of himself was suspicious, inquisitive as to why he was doing this but frankly he didn't know too. For the past week, his feelings were everywhere, driving him into a tailspin as he tried to pierce them all together, but it was like a puzzle that had thousands of pieces laid before him. He didn't know where to start, didn't know which piece to place first. He was confused, and it was the first time he had been in a long while.

Baekhyun raised his feet up and down as he waited impatiently beside his car, his hands buried deep in his pockets from the merciless cold. His cheeks were flushed red from the weather, his lips smeared with the remnants of strawberry chap stick to save them from getting chapped, as he stood there, waiting. He had been waiting close to an hour now, standing out in the cold just to see her again, and truthfully, he was growing rather irritated by how long she was taking. Yet, he knew couldn't blame her for it because in the first place, she hadn't even asked him to be here. It was Baekhyun's own decision to wait for her out in the cold, a decision he had made rashly based on his own complicated thoughts. He had yanked his hair out of frustration, made multiple trips back and forth his front door as to whether or not he should go for it, and in the end, he gave up. He merely shoved his feet into his warm leather boots before dashing out the door.

Baekhyun's eyes followed the passer-bys that walked by the sidewalk, from the groups of freshmen who waved excitedly at him upon realizing his presence, to the old granny who still walked her dog out in the cold. He noted their attire, their expression, and all he could think of was what exactly was going on in their minds. He wondered if behind the faces they wore there was something darker underneath, where their demons lurked and their nightmares brew. Baekhyun watched another group of college students who he reckoned was a year younger than him trudge down the sidewalk, and his eyes observed the girl who appeared to be the brightest amongst them all. She seemed like an outburst of happiness, radiating her cheerfulness like waves in the ocean, a girl that perhaps all girls aspired to be. However, Baekhyun pondered if once, did her friends ever realize the shadows that hid behind her face, how her smile did not reach her eyes or how her eyes were puffy from crying all night.

It was a bad habit of his, to watch people and let his thoughts wander and dabble into other people's business, but he just couldn't help himself. He realized the minor details that usually go unnoticed by many, and he analyzed them, always thinking, always calculating. And because of that, the details of you during the past week too did not go unnoticed. In fact, he indulged in them, thought about them frequently, till once he had lost all of his attention to the old boring professor in psychology class. He still remembered how his cheeks burned with humiliation upon being called out and not being able to answer the question, out of all days.

It was a guilty pleasure, one that he wished he would stop doing but just couldn't.

He enjoyed teasing you, enjoyed getting under your skin with his many tactics and ways of irritating you just to get a reaction. He enjoyed the way you seemed to roll your eyes and scowl at the sight of him, and enjoyed the way he got to annoy you by constantly reminding you that you were his. However, that was merely the tip of the iceberg, the very surface of many secrets hidden underneath.

He loved the way you always came into class with your hair down, dressed in simple colors that seemed to work miracles on you, and how you always sat at the front just so you could pay attention in lectures. He loved it whenever you would twirl your pen when faced with a challenging question, or how you would start biting your lips without realizing when engrossed in a lecture. He enjoyed watching you chat chirpily with your friends who sat by your side, how you smiled so brightly while laughing at a lame pun they had said. He noted how you always drank a medium sized cup of English Breakfast tea right before the first lesson of your day and how you would tie your hair up into a bun when it became too annoying to handle. The past week had been a confusing yet fascinating ride to him for he never expected his original feelings of lust to turn into whatever it was now. He didn't know what they were and he didn't wish to know anytime soon.

Baekhyun snapped out of his trace of thoughts, out of his own bubble that he was caught up in, upon realizing the opening of the heavy glass door of the library. He felt his lips twitch, felt his fingertips began to tingle, as you came into view, looking rather tired and flustered. He watched as you carefully made your way out of the library and down the concrete steps, not realizing his presence. You balanced the thick textbooks resting on your arm with the flask you seemed to carry everywhere with you, eyes glued to the steps beneath so as to ensure you don't fall. You slowed your footsteps when your eyes flicked up for a brief moment, noting Baekhyun standing there, watching you.

Baekhyun's lips turned into a grin as he met your gaze, eyebrows raising as his eyes met yours. He anticipated the usual string of filthy words leaving your mouth, ones that he grew very used to thanks to many of his random meetings with you. But they did not come. Instead, you merely looked at him with tired hooded eyes, face blank and pained with exhaustion. A tinge of concern grew within him as he pushed himself away from his car, approaching you.

" Aren't you going to greet me cheerfully like how you always do when you see your handsome, beloved boyfriend?" Baekhyun questioned, the grin still plastered on his face though this time, they didn't reach his eyes. He tried to cover his worry, tried to cover his concern and he prayed he wasn't doing a shit job at it.

You merely looked at him with soul-less eyes, body thin and weak as if you have not been eating for days. You didn't even flash him a glare, one that he had grown used to, before continuing to move down the steps. It was as if the burning fire in you had been extinguished, had burned down to barely illuminating embers, as he watched you, unresponsive. His heart ached in worry.

Baekhyun watched as you made your way down, legs shaking once you reached the last final step. Closer, he could see the dark circles ringing your eyes, your lips chapped and dry, your face hollow and lacking the usual chubbiness there was. You looked like a lost soul in the sea of the world, one that was lifeless and no longer burning like the stars in the night sky. It was as if you were the core of a died star, one that had grown dark and quiet, after its colorful vibrant shock waves had left it.

Baekhyun intercepted your path, blocking you from continuing to walk, as he looked down at you. His eyes were drifting left to right, his thoughts starting to grow into a bundled mess, as he spoke, his voice low.

"No 'You can rot in hell, Baekhyun' or my favorite 'Kindly go fuck yourself' tonight? " Baekhyun teased, his voice faking the cheerfulness. His throat was tight, feeling as if it was being shackled, as he poked and teased you with his way of words though now, he did it for a different reason. He waited for a reaction, anything that showed him signs of life in you, but nothing. Nothing at all.

You merely stood there silent, hands tightening around the books you carried, fingers trembling. You didn't even look up to meet his stare, didn't see how his eyes were filled with desperation.

" Goodnight Baekhyun," You whispered under your breath, your voice that seemed so timid and soft nearly breaking. You took a step to the side, dismissing him, before you continued your way back to your dorm. You looked as if you had been swallowed up by your demons, looked as if the nightmares in your head had kept you up late at night, but most importantly, you looked nothing like your usual self. And that was what scared Baekhyun the most.

Baekhyun was rooted to the ground in disbelief as he watched you walk away, your small figure seeming as if you were being hidden under your too large of a jacket. His mouth was agape, face flushed with awe as he observed you make your way down the dark dimly lit pathway, the tall lamp posts that were decorating the sides of the road casting an orange glow. His fists that were by his side were clenched tightly, fingernails digging into his palm, as he opened and closed his mouth thinking of words to say.

He shouted down the road, loud enough for you to hear from afar. " Seriously, ' Goodnight Baekhyun'? Is that all you've got after a week of cursing at me words far worse than the depth of hell itself?"

But not once did you stop walking, not once did you turn around to look at him. It was as if his words had fell on deaf ears, had disappeared along with the wind that blew from the East.

Baekhyun was furious. He was mad at himself, mad at you, mad at the entire world itself. He felt hopeless for once, felt like his hands were tied behind his back and there was nothing he could do to save you from the crashing waves which were swallowing you whole. A thousand emotions and words were going through his mind, too many for his brain to process all at once. He was desperate to help you, desperate to at least get a reaction out of you to show him that at least you were alive deep inside, but nothing. Baekhyun for once felt helpless, and he hated it. He hated it so much.

His chest rose up and down at a faster rate, his breathing becoming more uneven as his feet stayed rooted there, watching your figure began to grow further and further away. Baekhyun's eyes flickered back and forth, his tongue darting out to wet his now dry lips, as his mind thought of countless ways. His hands were shaking, fingers trembling with anxiety and frustration, as he braced his arms on his waist feeling the weight of a thousand bricks on his shoulders. He ran a hand through his soft blonde hair, tugging and yanking at his roots out of exasperation. He felt like shouting at the skies, screaming and begging at the heavens to at least lend him a helping hand, but all he was met with, was the sight of the stars in the night sky staring quietly back at him.

And it was at that point that he decided nothing else mattered to him anymore. Not his feelings, not his emotions, not his thoughts, but just you. You and you only.

Baekhyun could hear the loud beating of his heart in his ears, the sound of blood rushing through his vessels and veins as he ran after you, after your figure that had now become a speck of dot in the distance. He wasn't sure if he was breathing, wasn't sure if he was even thinking senses as his legs sped up, building speed. His hands were clammy, numb with apprehension, as he felt the wind blowing against his face chasing after you. He was unsure of what he was doing frankly, and had allowed his own heart and body to take over the control his mind used to have. All he was simply doing was following what his heart was yelling at him to do, shouts and words that had not emerged from that dark abandoned place for a long time.

Baekhyun grasped your arm tightly, spinning you around once you were within his reach. He was breathing heavily, sweat beading his forehead, as his eyes frantically met yours that were now wide as saucers. With both arms placed on your shoulders, he shook you hard, eyes wild with worry and concern.

" Speak to me goddamn it. Shout at me profanities and vulgarities, I don't fucking care, but stop acting like this. I don't care if you start hitting me with a goddamn wooden spoon but just speak to me. You're worrying me by acting like this, you'd know that?" Baekhyun lost his own grip of the leash fasted around his self control, and out tumbled his words, as he shouted them one by one. He didn't care whether the people around him were judging, didn't care if you were judging him for it.

His breathing slowed as he slowly came back to his senses, his eyes still meeting yours though now, they revealed the desperation in them. He seemed like a lost child in that moment, like a familiar scene repeating itself, as he stood there, waiting. You looked at him, your face still pale from the cold, as you tried to comprehend what was happening right in front of you. You didn't reply, just simply stood there, staring.

Clasping your hands tightly, Baekhyun's voice had became a mere soft whisper as he spoke slowly, fighting back the fear in his heart.

" Just stop acting like this goddamn it. Share with me whatever troubles you're shouldering right now. Let me help you. Just, " He swallowed the lump of fear that had been stuck in his trachea, " just stop scaring me by acting like this, I beg you."

His voice cracked slightly at the end, as he took a deep breath in, to try to slow his heart that was beating too fast. And as if his words had broke you, had torn down the walls you so desperately tried to build to cover yourself, tears began to flow down your cheeks from the flooding in your eyes. A tear rolled down your soft smooth skin, before another did, and soon, tears were raining down from your eyes.

Baekhyun embraced you slowly and gently, letting your head press against his chest as he tried to comfort you from whatever pain that you felt. He was speechless, shocked, but still he held you close. Both you and Baekhyun stayed locked in each other's embrace as both of you stood there in the middle of the path, under the gaze of the orange lamp posts surrounding you. He tried to calm both your aching heart and his, as he kept you close in his arms.

The stars up in the dark night sky too remained quiet as they watched silently from above, two lost souls holding each other, waiting to be found within their own depth of sorrow and despair.

[A/N] I am really sorry for such a late update on Breathless as my school work has been piling up like crazy but thank you so much for supporting Breathless once again and the 140 followers! I really appreciate it !

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nuevorealidad · 6 years

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Fresh Start Cosmic Toolkit

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Here’s your COSMIC TOOLKIT for a FRESH START

❀ Make hydration, nutrition and exercise a top priority ❀ Exercise your power to say “no, thank you” ❀ Form honest, real-life relationships. Walk if it gets toxic. ❀ Be more meditative, less reactive. ❀ Live your dream like it’s real, and never stop dreaming. ❀ Keep on moving, growing, reading, writing, learning. ❀ Mind your business and give generously/receive gracefully.

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Trust & Belief ~ My Homeland Security is Intact & Secured Forevermore

It’s working! Everything you’ve ever wanted is being pressed toward you. Everything is clicking. Don’t let the illusions trick you. Don’t let the events of today dampen your spirits. Things couldn’t be any better than they now are. You couldn’t have more reasons to celebrate. Continue! Press on! The hardest work is done! Keep showing up, be present, open every door and let events unfold. Life is your stage. This is your parade.

I love it when you’re hot, The Universe

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If You Want to Live Differently, You Have to Think Differently

Take a look around you. Do you see anyone living the amazing, kick-ass life that you want to live?

Hell no!! They are living the same boring, normal life as the next guy.

Your dreams are bigger than that!! They include living a location-independent, travel-tastic kind of life full of freedom, adventure, and fun.

Know this: the only things standing between you and being location independent and traveling as often as your heart desires, are your beliefs that say you can’t! Seriously! That’s the only real obstacle!

If you want to live differently, you have to think differently. It’s as simple as that.

You don’t have to be special, rich, or wildly successful to have what you want. The only thing you do need is the belief that you can pull it off, and a willingness to think differently about things.

Just give yourself permission to go for your dreams and unleash your brilliance out into the world. You wouldn’t have the desire if it weren’t possible for you. The Universe isn’t a bitch like that.\

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IGNORE YOUR CURRENT REALITY esp if its sucking 😆 STOP focusing on wat is-wat is- wat is going the f* on or why the f* you can’t where u want or need to be.! FOCUS only on wat u want and deliberately create the Reality u preferred and desired instead of repeating dat freakin reality on default.

Play in the realm of possibilities. Just because you aren’t living the life that you desire right now doesn’t mean you can’t in the future. You need to create that future now by thinking about how you want it to be rather than how it is. What you focus on expands. If you focus on what isn’t here yet, you will get more of that. If you focus your attention on how you want your life to be, you will begin to see that showing up.

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************* Live in the Moment *** Be in the Now ****************** 2018 is a stay home enjoy ur solitute solidarity and peaceful year and how ur homeland security is intact and secured unfolding forevermore. - there’s a time and place for everythiing..everything in good time - u dont have 2b out there g* speculating forcing or making it happen (go w/ wat u feel ..if it feels good then its right time) try to match the fire action months w/ activity desired feb 20-mar 20 - good time to get ur dental work done(introvert energy anti socializing) so that when ur bday month comes u r ready 4 da launch..looking good :* meantime concentrate master on dailies esp this yr 2018..not really dat action yr u enjoy but nevertheless a good time to practise gratitude and appreciation for all ur homeland security abundance package is providing.. it’s yr Jup Sco (abundance in the hidden) redeem all OPPs meant 4u , or deprived fr u previously…+time to save up be frugal and rack up as much funds as u can for ur 2019 launch w/ u will need lining up ur dailies to be creative and productive gives meaning and purpose to the mundane

Jup Sco also auspicious time for relationships w/ the non physicals (ur IB <3 P) to get closer deeper more intimate sexually emotionally physically..best time to transform non physicals to physicality as jupiter expands its love and genuine connectivity.

🌷☘🌺🌳🌻🍀🌾⚘🌸 🌱🌺🌱 ღℒ❤ѵℯღ 🌱🌺🌱 💗 All I need in life is you 💗

Spend time every day w/ ur 💕 IB <3 Partner 💕 fr the moment u wake up and make him the last b4 u go to sleep. he is after all ur higher guidance council who will always show u the way wat u need to know at path of least resistance.. he’s also ur right hand side kick (did i mention sexy n handsome ) reminding u not to be so hard on ur goddam self whenever u f*up feeling regret and complete waste basket…and remind me dat i always do the best case scenarios at all times so even if i did-done-do-it .. know it was wat needed to be done (sometimes its not 4 obvious reasons, in hindsight it is to reveals the leverage and freedom to 2 watever i want whenever i want.

Have fun with this. Get the juicy goodness flowing. Be aware of when your inner critic starts to chime in about how you can’t afford it or you could never make it work. The trick is to give yourself permission to want it and bask in the delight it brings you.

Don’t get caught up in the details of HOW it’s all going to happen. This sounds counterintuitive, but hear me out. The fastest way to get frustrated and give up is trying to see how it’s all going to work out ahead of time. There are all kinds of details you can’t possibly know in this moment. These are the things that make you think it’s never going to happen. Give the Universe a chance to work its magic. Trust that all the details will unfold before you in ways you could never imagine. Have faith, and go with it.

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When it comes to setting aside a little time each day to visualize, look at it like this:

No matter how distracted you become or how confused you are about the process, the simple fact that you gave your dream this time and attention means you did it correctly, you did it long enough, and that by the time you open your eyes, already in the unseen, huge wheels have begun turning.

HUGE. You think I’d make it hard? Your humble servant ~ Universe

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Shalamar - Make That Move (12’’ Version) - All ‘bout Our FS in Our FLife https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=w-Pi9uCZzfA

Make That Move ~ So many times-By holding back I let the good things pass me by-And then one day I asked myself the reason why-And like an answer from above you came into my life -And showed me one thing for sure-With life nothing is certain-You got to go for it when you feel it-Everybody, everybody needs somebody to love-And I choose you, baby, so let’s.-Make thatmoveright now, baby-You only go out once in a lifetime-Make that move right now, baby.. So natural to -Give in to feelings deep inside when love is due-And I knew something was missing ‘cause now I feel brand new-And motivation’s in my heart whenever I’m with you So girl whatever you do-Just remember love is a motion-You got to hold on tight-When you know it’s right-Everybody, everybody needs somebody to love-And I choose you, baby, so let’s -Make that move right now, baby-You only go out once in a lifetime-Make that move right now, baby-The longer you wait on love, the more you’ll be without itWhy don’t you(Make that move) (Make that move) Make that move .. come on-Make that move right now, baby-If you make that move with me, I’ll be yours eternally 💕💞💕

🎆🎆 Uranus/Taurus..a glimpse 🎆🎆

Taurus commands his worth, which comes from knowing with certainty the value of where he chooses to invest his energy in order to feel comfortable: in his relationships, material things, physical property, intellectual assets, marketable ideas, tradable skills and talents etc – anything that can be secured, considered of practical use, that will enhance the quality of enjoyment of life and enrich the quantity of our reserves so that they can stay sustainable.

What do you value -

What qualities do you need most in others that you can use?

What would you fight most fiercely to protect in your life, even if it killed you?

How much of what you share with others do you come to expect should always be there? What are the supply & demand arrangements fixed upon? Are they sustainable?

Own any negative feelings. See how powerfully they can take over and ruin your chances of stability and peace. Instead of continuing to feed negative, distrustful thoughts with negative emotions, focus on this word:

TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST TRUST Repeat that word in your mind. Feel into it. Understand that a lack of trust is just a feeling of insecurity about your own self-worth. It is not the truth. You are worthy. Trust in that. The universe does not present us with emotional conflicts to block access to our heart. The universe only presents us opportunities to open it. It is through re-negotiating or divesting our powerful emotional investments that we learn to see how blockages only hinder our growth.

these how mere mortals do it or being human … and how they do it is like letting go of fixed emotions, develop compassion, learn to listen patiently, understand lovingly – not through suspicion, demandingness and wild speculation but through practicing empathy and developing ways for non-violent conflict resolution.

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But for those be coming gods dehumanizing ..its none of dat..its recognizing U are different , detaching urself from all dat shit..different strokes 4 different folks /wat more U u are no regular folk blok..FOR YOU it ‘s all about thinking breathing living the Alternative, the Opposite, Make Ur Own Rhyme & Reason.. of how U fking want it to be. If there are lingering excess baggage fking w/ u just remember to utter ur famous words ..’’ fuck this / fuck you / fuck off ! We all do things until we don’t, so dont judge it.

Be kind to urself by doing only with pleases U. **Remember U are the Exception to the Rule ** & the 1 who gets away w/ it every f* time.. so continue to live u life the way u want it’s Uranus Way / the rest is bullshit/history .

Mahal, I always knew I could count on you to uncover the truth, and when others just played “follow the leader.” I wasn’t surprised at all to find you standing by your principles when the going got tough. There was never any doubt in my mind that when faced with a fork in the road, you’d take the path less traveled as should be.

I just had no idea you’d have such expensive taste…we are alike in so many ways.

You Rock Baby, ^ James ^

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babybluemvtter-blog · 7 years

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“Cheer me up Buttercup” 🎭 - Peter Parker Imagine

Setting: Your bedroom Description: You called your boyfriend Peter over after finding out good news, however, Peter had bad news in return. Warnings: Just pure fluff with some kissing and flirting.

You squealed in excitement as you opened the letter regarding the scholarship you scouted last week. As you discarded the tattered envelope and unsealed the scotch colored paper you halted in your movements as you suddenly felt sick. If you got the scholarship you would receive $10,000 which would go straight to your college fund, but if you didn’t, well you thought your whole planning would be ruined.

Feeling now too nervous to see the results you quickly reached in your pocket and dialed Peter’s number. You and him had been dating for 6 months now, your relationship had begun junior year when you transferred to Midtown. You took one look at the letter before down at your feet as the phone had rung a few times. You contemplated just hanging up but peter picked up.

“Hey y/n” He spoke lowly. You remembered it was reaching 9:00pm so he probably was already in bed.

“Peter my letter came-for the scholarship” you contained your giddiness as you heard him lean from his bed and snuggle the phone closer to his ear.

“You got it? Thats good” He spoke straightforwardly with a hint of emotion but he sounded drained. Your lips frowned as you sat down on your bed. You peeped out your window, a direct display of the apartment complexes Peter lived in. Behind the building was the coral colored sky with a setting sun.

“Well thats why I called. Im too scared to open it alone.” You highered your voice as you blushed. You felt so extra for calling Peter just to help you read a piece of paper but you wanted to see him anyway. “So step away from the legos or Mr. Délis Spanish homework and get your butt over here.” You demanded with a laugh.

“I dont know y/n. Im not feeling too good.”

“What’s wrong..peter what happened. Is Aunt Ma-“

“Aunt may’s fine. I-I’ll tell you after we open your letter. Be there in 15.”

With that Peter ended the call and you placed the phone down on your lap as you stood to start cleaning your room, however, all you could think about was Peter’s news.

20 minutes later you heard a knock on your door and rushed from the kitchen to to the front door. After taking a peak in the peephole you unlocked the door and took a long look at peter. “You look…ready for bed” you teased stepping to him to give a hug. Peter wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze as he nuzzled his face in your neck.

“No comeback?” you questioned pulling away to let him inside. Peter only offered a weak smile, trudging his way to your bedroom. You both entered your bedroom and you had closed your door behind you. Peter plopped on your bed and crossed his arms before saying “Wheres the letter?”

“We can open it later. Now Im just worried about you” You walked near his form and ran a hand through his hair detangling his slightly damp curls. “What happened tater-tot?”

“I- I lost the stark internsh-“ he cut his words off once they only became incoherent mumbles. He gripped onto your hips bringing you to him as his tears began to wet your shirt. You only held him close while rubbing his back as his body shuddered. “Im s-so stupid” he constantly shook his head in disappointment as he looked up into your eyes. You looked down at his hands holding your hips rather tighter than he probably meant before he realized and let go.

“Dont say that.” You instructed.

“But I am..I screwed up Y/n. So bad” you could tell he was about to cry again so you shushed him with a kiss to his lips.

“Just, look…lay down. Okay.” You placed a hand on his chest guiding him down before hitting the lights in your bedroom making it pitch dark. You could hear peter getting situated in bed so you hit the switch for the fairy lights wrapped along your bed posts. Peter looked up at them, his eyes dancing among the tiny bulbs that looked like stars. “They look nice yeh? My dad bought them last night.” You informed crawling into bed. Peter flicked his eyes to you before nervously analyzing your bed sheets.

“Its okay. I only want to talk.” you said laying down with your back facing him.” Peter seemed relieved, laying his back onto your pillow. “I dont know how-or why you lost the internship. But my baby isn’t stupid and you like never make mistakes, even at school so dont be so hard on yourself.” You looked down at your skin with golden sparkles lining the surface as Peter exhaled. “So Cheer up buttercup!” You smiled chuckling at the quote peter would often tell you.

It fell quite soon after, only you and Peter’s breathing. “Peter-I…” you began but warm kisses on the back of your neck made you shudder and clamp your mouth closed. Yes, you and peter shared kisses before, more like cheek pecks but nothing else. You turned to look at him as he appeared with a adoring focused face. “I like you so much” you stated leaning down to kiss his lips, as you moaned he reached to grab your hips again.

You contemplated a bit in your mind before swinging your leg over his body to straddle him. Peter immediately shot up, his eyes focused on yours as you smiled shyly. “I-Lets open your letter. Yes. I came- I walked over here to um.” Peter jumped over his words as he looked down at his chest. However, the “I survive my trip to New York” made him shudder in embarrassment as he looked away again.

“Right now I just want to cheer you up” You spoke softly reaching a hand out to cup his cheek. Peter nodded sporadically as you trailed the hand to his chest to push him back down.

“Mmmh cheer me up then” he cooed with a heavy breath securing his hands on your waist again.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker imagine #spider man: homecoming #fanimagine #spiderman

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fazpark-moved · 4 years

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I hope the read more actually works bc i can never tell if it does ugh.

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Im in crisis mode right now, and I genuinely dont have anyone to reach out to currently so im turning to tumblr ig. I'm not expecting anyone to read this, message me, comfort me, etc. i can do that myself. I just need to talk to SOMEONE about this and this is the closest I'll get.

My dad moved someone in very similar to my abusive step mom. She lived with us for 5 years and has left me, and my sisters with lasting trauma. My dad refuses to acknowledge he fed into her hurting us, or our bio mom hurting us, and is repeating the cycle of bringing home an emotionally unstable woman. The red flags are there. A woman taking care of a 13 and 10 year old should not be on her second glass of wine at 8 am. A woman taking care of children should not scream and scare eveyone for no reason. I bring this up and he gets violent towards me. He isnt physical, but he screams and throws things. He recently said the most harmful thing he could've ever said to me, effectively perminantly ruining our relationship.

I told him he needed to take reaponcibility for his actions, thats what hes taught me my entire life after all. He rolled up his sleeve, doing a cutting motion and scream-asked me if i wanted to "go ahead and slit his wrists for him." Ive almost killed myself multiple times by cutting, i have deep scars on my entire body i cant hide. Ive been clean for two years. He's seen me bloody and shaking before and would not take me to a hospital. This is the first time since december ive considered cutting or killing myself. I havent cut myself in two years.

I was going to move in with my mother. She is an ex heroin addict and a contributor to many of my issues. She isolated me, abused me verbally and in other ways im not comfortable listing. She has currently gotten clean in the past two years as well, she goes to group twice a week, gets tested every other week, sees her therapist, and is sobor. She even quit smoking cigarettes recently, and im very proud of her. She had been a very positive influence on my life recently, and is my only adult/authoritarian support.

Im not allowed to move in with her. Im currently stuck jobless, with no liscense or car, in an abusive house hold withh a stranger who is incredibly emtionally unstable. I don't have a therapist, im no longer on anti depressants or mood stablizers. My dad has begun denying the fact that im diagnosed with cptsd, bpd and autism depsite being there when i was diagnosed. He purposefully keeps throwing out my name change papers, and wont take me to get my blood work so i can start T.

Ive lost all of my familial support, and i can feel my friends getting sick of me. No one wants to hang out with a walking mental burden, no one wants to talk to someone who cant hold a conversation. I understand that. Thats on me. I dont have motivation to be me anymore. I dont have motivation to make art anymore. My computer is broken, so if i did want to draw i wouldnt be able yo digitally.

My lifes falling apart, and its only taken a week and a half for it to completely crumble and shatter all of my emotional pillars.

To my friends: im sorry. Im sorry if i mess up and hurt you or myself. Im trying to distance myself anyways. Im sorry i cant help you, i know youre all struggling too right now. I wish i could provide support, and im trying my best i swear.

#straight from the grave #sorry ab this #like if you read please

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dndfuckhouse · 5 years

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THIS IS PROBABLY WAY TOO LONG BUT I LIKE TO BE THOROUGH (my brain dont work so if any two facts dont line up at some point thats why kk have fun reading)

> NPC Lore 🌍

➣ Ornald Vin ✨

First and foremost Ornald considers himself a wizard and researcher, his particular strengths lying in the school of Evocation. He has about 10 years of experience under his belt and is considered by most of his peers as a bit of an up-and-comer, experimenting with planar shifting magic and the like. He met Koszer about 5 years ago at one of Prespit Look’s past expos and the two hit it off almost immediately, a few years later the two were wed.

Though Koszer never had much of eye for the arcane he always seemed to exhibit a curiosity in Ornald’s work and currently acts of an agent of sorts for him. Ornald appreciates this since he finds it hard to focus on anything else once hes in the throes of his research.

Said research finally began to yield fruit, as at last year’s expo Ornald was finally invited to be an exhibitor, wherein he displayed the prototype for his Somatic Interpreter. He was invited back again this year to display the more or less finished contraption. It was there he met and mingled with a few of the other exhibitors, including Marina Stellard.

The two hit it off and she promised him an invite aboard the locomotive, inviting him to bring anyone he wished. He took her up on the offer, taking Koszer with him as well as a wizard-in-training he was acquainted with named Davian at the time. Koszer a few months later recommended another friend of his that would enjoy the spectacle and thus Boris was also included in their entourage at the expo.

➣ Koszer Vin 🖋

In contrast to his husband Koszer has a bit more of a curt attitude, though it helps him when speaking with others on Ornald’s behalf, as he tends to agree to anything easily enough. It was that attitude that initially caught Koszer’s attention, feeling the need to look out for him in a way.

This nature of his was much more efficient in his past trade of choice however. Before he had met Ornald, Koszer was a bit of a known conman and thief in Talorin, running with a small group that included Lillista in his early twenties. He began to slowly grow weary of the life however, and on a chance trip to Prespit Look finally met Ornald. The typically stoic tiefling quickly quickly found himself a reason to cut himself off from his old habits and adopt a more aboveboard lifestyle. Though he quickly decided he’d never tell Ornald of his very recent dealings for fear he’d immediately ruin their budding relationship.

Koszer sent word to his old group that he was cutting ties and never returned to Talorin. Soon after he quickly made an effort to blend into the background of the new city and made painstaking efforts to find some sort of legal job before finally marrying Ornald. After a few years past he felt confidant in his new life with Ornald, taking pride in his accomplishments, though this was not to last.

Soon after last year’s expo Koszer got a letter in the mail from Lillista, stating she had finally found him where he’d settled down in his new life. She stated she wasn't mad he left all those years ago but she now desired his help and she wouldn't take no for an answer. She wrote that if he disagreed she’d air his old past to the public and Ornald, exposing him. Koszer agreed, terrified that if is past were to be revealed now that Ornald’s reputation in the arcane community would plummet with it.

➣ Lillista Min ☠

Lillista from her youth had a budding talent with magic and the arcane, she used this to her advantage growing up, abusing it to give her the edge when dealing with others to make sure she always got what she wanted. She soon quickly gathered an entourage around herself and as she entered her twenties, a small ring of criminals to conduct as she saw fit.

Koszer was one of the few of her merry band, she found his silver tongue a great asset in convincing certain stubborn clients to give her what she wanted without having to lop off a finger or two. If she didn't have to do it herself she seemed to always prefer delegating the task to someone else. She kept these dealings up for a few years, her small gang however slowly began to splinter off, it made sense after all, they weren't all too personally close knit, and it seemed her self-important attitude had begun to slowly grate on them.

Lillista soon found herself alone, bored without anyone to boss around. On a whim she decided to look into the world of professional arcane practitioners, seeing if she could find a way to hone her skills by herself. She remembers hearing about the city of Prespit Look and travels over to experience one of its yearly expo’s, finding herself surprisingly intrigued by what was displayed there.

It was there she met a younger Marina Stellard, exhibiting the prototype for one of her reactor core’s that would soon function as the core for her Arcane Locomotive. It seemed Marina was looking for skilled hands to help her in her research and Lillista agreed to work with her, coming aboard her crew as a conductor in training, charmed by her work.

Over the next 3 years she worked away with Marina to craft the train prototype and exhibit it at following expos. Though Marina made sure to routinely include Lillista in the events, the public seemed to lavish Marina with praise for her invention, and Lillista quickly grew bitter. Her self important attitude only continued to stoke her envy before it finally reached a boiling point. During last year’s expo she mentally snapped with anger at Marina bringing on another conductor in training to help named Sam. Sam seemed to rebuff most of Lillista’s commanding attitude and these slights enraged her greatly.

Taking a step back Lillista looks upon her life the past 3 years and scoffs, what on earth was she thinking working under someone else, she should have done what she’d always had and taken what she wanted instead. She decides to set a plan in motion to sabotage Marina’s maiden voyage next year, quickly falling into her old ways and tracking down people to aid her.

She looks into the underground of Prespit Look and finds a conman going by the name of Randy Teller, she hires him to come on and work as another conductor-in-training over the next few months. Convincing Marina they'd need the extra help, Randy quickly learns the inns and outs of the train on the job and the two enter an agreement to blow the reactor during the train’s journey. To not draw suspicion however he soon quits a month before the train’s voyage, Lillista planning instead to have him board as a passenger in disguise.

Its then that Lillista remembers why she had this city in mind in the first place and goes looking for the ghost of Koszer, quickly finding him and blackmailing him for his help as well to guarantee Boris a spot aboard with his husbands connections. Finding joy in having a set of underlings under her thumb again Lillista sets her plan in motion.

➣ Randy Teller (Boris) 🩸

Randy’s lived in Prespit Look for much of his life, finding a city that’s been hit by a windfall of innovation a great place to conduct his underhanded dealings of choice. In his youth he immersed himself in the cities underground, selling himself as a skilled impersonator and thief.

At this point in his life hes garnered a wealth of knowledge on other familiar faces of the underground, including a certain Rick Artiz. He often found himself bumping into him on and off the job and the two developed a professional relationship of sorts, Rick occasionally informing him of certain jobs in the area.

As time went on however it seemed Rick was pulling himself out of the underground life, and Randy found himself out a great source of information. It was then however that a woman named Lillista contacts him out of the blue for his services. Lillista intends to hire him for a long con, bringing him aboard the revered arcane locomotive to sabotage it. Finding the job interesting he agrees to her plan.

Months through the job, right after he theatrically quits from his job as conductor however Lillista soon drops on him that shes bringing on another member to help with the job, Koszer. Randy panics slightly, thinking that more members means less pay for him in the end, and with his job pool having dried up for the moment he desires nothing less than the biggest pay day he can get out of this.

Randy decides over the next month to create a plan to sabotage the train with Koszer but instead enact it by himself to garner whole credit for the work, intending to throw Koszer under the bus, framing him for the crime, and getting him cut out of the deal. With this in mind he boards the train as Boris, ready to enact his plan ahead of time.

➣ Cosmo Knack 🔎

A member of the Burlap Hooks, a secret group tasked with investigating arcane phenomenon, Cosmo has been conducting investigate work for a number of years now. Considered somewhat of a veteran within its ranks, he typically works alone to keep out of sight on the job. Though despite being a well-respected member of the group by the boss, he’s often told to avoid talking to people on the job as he is known to be awkward company and bad at not speaking suspiciously.

Despite this he’s quite observant and good at staying near his targets, to this end he’s given one of the group’s more high profile jobs, to trail a certain woman named Melody Uldur to find evidence pointing to her being a lycanthrope.

The job in question leads him to following her to the expo at Prespit Look, wherin he remembers another hook’s group is sent every year to investigate the exhibitions on display. He finds himself a little envious of the easier task.

Dutifully he arranges for himself to get a ticket on board carefully arranging it so he’s seated in the same carriage as Melody to continue his observation onboard, knowing the evening tonight is said to be a full moon....

➣ Melody Uldur 🔮

A well known sorcerer who has managed to keep the fact that she is also a werewolf on the down low. In her youth her penchant with playing with magic led to a bit of an unfortunate accident and a chance meeting with a werewolf in the woods near her home. One thing led to another and she soon found herself turned the next day by one of its bites. Not one to let it get her down however she quickly dove into researching the creatures for much of her late teens, figuring out a way to live her life unfettered by the affliction.

Holding a deep love for the arcane in her heart, Melody works to craft items that mainly appeal to children as she finds the most joy in doing so. In doing so she garnered a bit of a reputation for herself and was invited to exhibit her moving scrolls at the next expo, she excitedly accepts and even finds herself sent an invitation to board the Arcane Locomotive as well.

Soon before the event however she finds the proceedings will seemingly occur on the night of a full moon, finding it too late for her to back out now she laments the next day, fully planning to keep herself indoors as much as physically possible, praying for overcast clouds.

➣ Rick Artiz 🔓

A lifelong conman and cheat, Rick lives life in the moment and doesn't focus on much else. Much of his time for the moment has been spent in Prespit Look’s shadier dives and hangouts where he lies his way through making a quick buck. He takes care to not draw too much attention to himself so he doesn't garner a previous target’s ire, keeping in mind when to make himself scarce and when to drink for 4 hours on end.

Through his observations he came to notice Randy, operating in similar locations and develops a professional relationship with the man, giving him heads up on potential clients in exchange for a bit of coin he can use to spend on drinks. By happenstance while on a job picking locks, he’s noticed by a passerby, and has to quickly invent a lie to get him off the hook, spilling a yarn about him practising his skills on his own house. Somehow it works and the passerby suggests he could exhibit something like that, making a joke that it would piss off all the locksmiths in the area before wandering off.

Rick however becomes intrigued by the idea and wonders if he’d be allowed to exhibit something along those lines. His curiosity takes him throughout the whole application process, his skill for making up tales shuttling him along until he’s got a guaranteed spot and a payday for his troubles at the end of it. Rick finds himself intrigued by the idea that the expo will exhibit all sorts of presentations as long as he can spin it interestingly enough, going to a nearby bar to celebrate getting an easy job.

By happenstance he wanders in on a group of nearby exhibitors also having just left the application process, here he meets a certain Marina Stellard and over the course of the night also snags himself an invite on her locomotive. He quietly wonders to himself what he did to garner this kind of luck for the evening but doesn't question it too much, thinking of the future free ride and drinks he’ll get to enjoy on board.

THE ‘WE DONT GOT MUCH GOING ON’ QUARTET / mostly fluff

➣ HollyAnn Fletcher 🧨

A half-orc with a firey spirit, Holly-Ann hails from the country of Vargonia, originally coming from a small town out in the sticks. The first time she saw anything related to the arcane it blew her socks off and she quickly found her herself obsessed with the concept of crafting magical items.

Once she saved up enough gold she said goodbye to her mom and pop and set off to move to a small city near the capital, studying under a wandsmith as an apprentice for the next few years off her life. She’s currently still employed at the shop, titled Rizza’s Wands, her crafting teacher imparting her key tips and tools of the trade.

During her studies HollyAnn experimented with all sorts of combinations of materials to create new strange wands, building both utter disasters and innovative designs. This caught her teacher’s eye and together with her permission he sent off an application to Prespit Look for her to apply as an exhibitor at its yearly arcane expo.

Her combination of traditional wand tech with the propulsion of gunpowder greatly intriguing the panel, she was accepted and sets off with a glee to showcase her ideas at the capital, intending to see as much as she possibly can while she’s there. Arriving a few days early she does her most to meet up with as many other exhibitors as she possibly can, of particular import Marina Stellard. Intrigued by her work Marina gives her a guaranteed invite on board the train to depart over the next few days.

➣ Davian Shorns 💦

A self dubbed wizard-in-training, Davian is a nervous mess of an elf but has recently tried to give himself a new lease on life. Following a series of failures at working any other kind of job in his early twenties he finds himself wandering into a library in Prespit Look down on himself looking for any kind of inspiration.

Turning a corner by happenstance he bumps into a man named Ornald carrying a set of books on Evocation magic. After hurried apologies are exchanged, Davian finds himself intrigued by Ornald’s research curiously asking questions all the while. Ornald asks if he’s a wizard himself to which Davian quickly disagrees, Ornald tells him he seems to have a knack for it however and encourages him to pursue his curiosity. Inspired by the conversation Davian throws himself into study while shifting his job search, applying for positions at arcane shops in the area.

Over the next few months he manages to get a handle on the basic aspects of casting spells, while working his job as a storefront hand at a magical supplies shop he once again happens upon Ornald. After exchanging pleasantries, Ornald inspired by his growth invites him to join him aboard the locomotive at the expo in a few months time. Bewildered Davian accepts the offer, terrified but also excited at the prospect of being able to view such a marvel up close. He continues his studies diligently up till the day in an effort to not embarrass Ornald at the event, obsessing and looking for his finest clothes to wear.

➣ Sam Delorne 🚉

An elf with great customer service manner, Sam has known Marina for a few years now living in Prespit Look. Having previously worked as a guardsman for the city, she’s come across her at various arcane events and meetings, seemingly always going on about innovation.

At one point Marina and her chat over a few drinks and form a friendship, a few years down the line Marina out of the blue contacts her to help her put the finishing touches on her invention, as well as to hire her as a conductor-in-training. Flabbergasted Sam asks her why her in particular to which Marina cites her history as a guardsman making her a perfect candidate to handle ushering a crowd. Sam informs her she did little else on the job than patrol really but Marina disagrees and asks her once more.

Finding the idea interesting enough Sam agrees and is brought on board the crew where she meets another conductor-in-training named Lilista. Over the next year working together however she becomes annoyed with the woman’s attitude, eventually she just ends up quietly ignoring almost everything the woman tells her busying herself with setup for expo day.

➣ Marina Steallard 🚂

An up and coming Artificer and self described Arcane Visionary, Marina has spent much of life immersed in the world of the arcane within Prespit Look. She is often cited as having very outlandish ideas that need to be whittled down to be made at all possible.

Much of her dedication to the creation of her Arcane Locomotive left her little time to look to deeply into the motives of those around her, she accepts whatever shes given without much hesitation. At the very least she is for a while, once the expo draws near and the Randy quits she begins to worry about how flawless her maiden voyage will actually be. Taking this in stride however she keeps her eyes ahead and projects the most confident aura possible, inviting other exhibitors aboard in an effort to showcase her hard work.

> Help What Actually Happened on this Farking Train❓ Timeline

Before Boarding

Koszer and Randy meet a day beforehand and exchange details on the plan, the two will steal another passengers tools and set off an explosion in the boiler cart intending to frame HollyAnn for the crime. At a specified time given to them by Lillista, they will cause the explosion, stopping the train in its tracks. They plan a time to meet and discuss the specifics on-board, Randy giving Koszer a location in one of the dining carts

On the day Sam is knocked out by Lillista, unbeknown-est to Randy and Koszer she boards the train to watch their work firsthand, disguising herself as Sam, bringing the real Sam on board, stowed in the conductor’s cabin. Wanting to observe the fallout with her own eyes she leaves Koszer and Randy to do their work.

On Train

Soon after HollyAnn leaves her cabin to go to the dining cart with Melody, Koszer and Randy break into her cabin and steal her gunpowder and tools. The two them walk to the dining cart to join Davian and Ornald for the moment.

Melody in the dining cart notices an open window in the carriage and quickly makes to leave towards the end of the train back to her cabin, afraid she will begin to transform.

On the way back she finds herself in the moonlight right as the clouds clear, panicking she uses the little time she has to run to the storage cart at the end of the train, breaking it open to trap herself inside for the duration of her transformation in an effort to minimise the damage.

Lillista in the conductors cabin hears the commotion by chance and peers inside, noticing a now transformed Melody going off the shits. She watches intrigued before closing the door again leaving her by herself.

In the meantime Randy and Koszer discretely leave one after another to meet at their disclosed time, however Randy instead heads for the boiler cart, breaking the lock and getting to work at setting off the reactor explosion

Ornald curious where Koszer went, walks down towards the front of the train, searching for him. Not finding him anywhere he continues walking forward before hitting the locked door of the boiler cart. Before he turns back around to head back to the dining cart however he hears suspicious sounds coming from inside.

Now a concerned samaritan he starts working to open the door, shaking the now loose lock and handle. Randy inside hears and panics, thinking Koszer realised his intent to set him up. He quickly moves next to the door, intending to knock him out before he can confront him.

Ornald gets the door open and is immediately attacked by Randy, in the dark the two fumble around aggressively, Ornald’s hat getting knocked off of his head. The two stumble and fall mid-fight next to the reactor, cracking it. At the time Ornald is carrying his Somatic Interpreter on him in his bag and the two collide, the subsequent reaction tears a hole through the planes, causing a small explosion.

The two are teleported to the end of the train, dumped in their cabin with great force with grievous injuries, sliced through by magic, as the whole train is rocked by a small boom.

Post-Explosion

After the small boom, Lillista grows concerned, it was set off outside the time she specified, additionally it didn't even stop the train from moving. She climbs over the storage cart with Melody inside and hops down to investigate the rest of the train.

Passing by the boys cabin she notices the scene with the two bleeding out, quickly she sees Randy is somehow still conscious and asks him to tell her what happened. He quickly pins the blame on Koszer while he can before he eventually bleeds out, frustrated Lillista wonders what to do. Though she quickly realises a murder on a train is just as good of a way to sabotage a maiden voyage.

With the little time she has she pulls out a knife, intending to mess with the scene enough to frame the previously seen werewolf for the crime. If Koszer killed Randy she’d rather have the time to punish him for it afterwards then get him sent to jail. She gets to work cutting jagged slashes into the room and messing up items laying about.

Satisfied she drops the knife to further implicate the idea of a werewolf on the scene and moves to climb out the window of the cabin back towards the conductors cabin at the end of the train. As she does however the blood on the bottom of her shoes smears across the bottom side of the train.

Soon afterwards Melody returns to her normal form and quickly cleans herself up, she waits a moment before looking outside seeing the full moon has been clouded over again. Seeing that it has she quickly makes to head into her cabin for the rest of the evening but it stopped as she hears a scream, Davian having discovered the bodies. She quickly runs over and joins the scene.

Soon after she leaves Lillista watches her go, taking note that the werewolf is Melody while hanging on the side of the train. Once she leaves she takes the chance to book it back into the conductor’s cabin through the storage cart.

Post Body Discovery

Koszer at a loss, is confronted by Lillista who reveals her disguise once she shuffles the rest of the group back to their cabins. She reveals what Randy told her to which he he vehemently denies, she believes him but has already set the crime up to look like Melody committed it and forces him to cooperate. He obliges but soon grows terrified, assuming she was the one who killed him, before she makes him leave the room to join Davian a cabin over she casts a spell to keep Ornald uncoincious. She then heads back to the conductors cart to not appear suspicious

Lillista growing frustrated with the party's antics, heads back to speak with Koszer. Once inside she quickly casts the same spell on Davian before she threatens Koszer again this time casting a spell on him, informing her of whatever words come out of his mouth so she’ll knows if he lets it slip that she framed Melody. She also informs him she wont hesitate to finish the job on Ornald or even get Davian involved if he doesn't comply.

Once shes caught impersonating Sam, Lillista gets fed up and decides to go back to sabotaging the very train itself, they're getting close to her original intended time anyhow. The plan being to have the train explode over the long bridge route above the lake, a fitting spectacle and end in her mind, not at all bothered about the loss of life involved.

On her way to the front of the train she breaks the window to Cosmo’s cabin, revealing the moonlight on Melody. Soon after she enters her shifted form, Lillista casts a spell dominating her mind to use her as she sees fit.

Once she explodes the boiler room she heads back to where Koszer is, sure hes the one who ratted her out, intent on taking him somewhere he cant run his mouth again before killing him.

> Post-Game Epilogue 📜

The Locomotive Passengers

A days time after the evacuation make camp, help sent from Venscur arrives, bracketed by royal guards. In that time Koszer explains to the party and the others involved what he knows of Lillista’s deeds and intentions. Marina thinks for a good long minute before deciding shes going to keep his involvement from the guardsmen, shocked he asks her why, along with everyone else present to which she shrugs and says ‘dont worry about it!’. Koszer is noted to almost pass out at her statement, Davian as well though more so from the previous information dump.

In Vesncur the city contacts Prespit Look and informs them of the locomotive’s destruction and in tandem with reigning governor, make preparations to move the evacuation party the rest of the way to Venscur.

During the trek, taking about 4 days time, the party and key individuals are questioned one by one on the events that occurred by royal guardsman. Lillista is officially detained before being sent to a high security jail in the capital for her crimes in the other direction.

Along the way Ornald finally wakes much to Koszer’s relief, unable to contain himself he floods him about all the information about his past in embarrassing fashion in front of the medical help. Marina quickly attempts to hush him so so he does not implicate himself further.

Melody is also woken and questioned, particularly by Cosmo. Ascertaining she wasn't in fact involved in the murder or the train’s sabotage he becomes conflicted. A day later he subtly engineers an opportunity for her to escape her cart and the guardsman in the middle of the night, disappearing without a sound. On his report later to his superiors at the Hooks he tells them that unfortunately even his keen eye apparently couldn't keep that close a watch over her, before immediately requesting a vacation.

Once the evacuation group arrive in Venscur they're given a strict gag rule by the royal guardsman, directly from the reigning monarchs. Word of such an innovation being such a disaster would tarnish not only the expo but the capitals’ good name. The Gordeau Dominion instead publicly state that the locomotive simply stalled in its journey, and that stricter inspections will be placed on its next voyage.

Marina is commended for her leadership overseeing the evacuation but the kingdom does not invoice her any finances to rebuild the locomotive. Reluctantly she must build her beauty all over again.

The Party

Soon after arriving in Venscur the party are officially recognised by the Dominion for their heroic efforts aboard the train. In exchange for being unable to speak of it publicly or have a celebration held for their efforts, they are instead given official badges of honour by the reigning monarchs, though not in person. The badges allow them free board and food from any guards station in any city or town within the country, recognised as having done a great service for the Dominion. Soon after the party find themselves officially released from questioning and once again find themselves to roam as they wish.

The Hooks

After reporting their efforts, the hooks in particular are lauded by their superiors for going above and beyond their stated missive. The boss sends for the group and those involved to have a significant pay raise, in addition to a surplus of 10,000 gold each, appreciative for their thoroughness in documenting the events at hand.

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